#bc it looks like the opposite—as someone who has done that look many times out of necessity

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the “clean girl aesthetic” is just the look I did in middle school and high school when I hadn’t showered because of my depression and needed to hide my greasy hair.

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Matters of Propriety

Pairings: Rhaenyra Targaryen x Reader, Rhaenyra Targaryen x Laenor Velaryon (Platonic) Word Count: 6.4k words Warnings: NSFW, smut, constant use of metaphors, reference to homosexuality as an illness, fingering, oral (f!receiving), soft dom!Rhaenyra, consensual adultery, useless lesbians, kinktober... A/N: I love Rhaenyra. She's so scrumptious and I enjoyed writing this. I wish I could have done more bc I don't feel like I did her dominance justice, but, given the circumstance, it's actually not an issue. Anyway, enjoy and Happy Halloween!

Rhaenyra brings a hand to her tired eyes, working away at the warmth in her temple as she looks upon her husband. “Do you toil in anything but sea and sex, husband?”

Laenor is especially restless today, just in a more excited way. He's practically beaming from ear and ear as he shares the gossip he's learned with his wife. Although it's a pleasant thing to see him so full of life, Rhaenyra would humbly ask for some rest if she were not so busy today.

Laenor rolls his eyes more pleasantly than she. He turns his back to tidy the scrolls piled on a table. “This isn't sea or sex. It's gossip.” He glances over his shoulder mischievously. “And, yes, I do.”

Rhaenyra sighs. “What are the matters of a servant girl’s likes of sex to me?” Her brows furrow, a light sheen of humor in her voice as she tilts her head. “What are they to you? Might I remind you, Laenor, you prefer snake to oyster.”

Laenor laughs. “And even if she's meant to prefer the same, just as you do, she does not.” He lets out another giddy laugh, like he's thought of some witty banter to add on. “Anyone who feasts upon the wrong meal is my friend.” He turns and leans against the table, looking at her with a quirked brow. “She's your friend, too, Rhaenyra.”

The way he says it makes her squint. “And what is that meant to mean?”

He smirks. “She's one of your servants.”

“Who?”

“Your favorite.”

Now her interest is piqued. She tilts her toward him, almost scoffing as she considers this. “Truly?”

He comes over, leaning over a chair and shrugging. “What reason have I to lie?”

“Entertainment.”

He scoffs, plopping down in the seat opposite her. “I find entertainment in this without need for deceit.” He watches her, watches the way her face shifts as she thinks about what he's just told her. It's surely just rumor. But a rumor like this could be deadly—of course, he knows better than to spread something so dangerous. “Admit it. You're interested.”

She takes in a deep breath, standing to act like she's got better things to do. And she should…but at the moment, she's got nothing to occupy herself until the small council meeting.

“I have no need to be interested.”

He chuckles, rolling his eyes in amusement. “You prefer snake.”

“I do.” She turns away. “Besides, what is there to like without the usefulness of an extra appendage?”

His smirk is diabolical. “Why don't you ask her yourself?”

She tilts her chin up, humoring him for the sake of humoring him. “Perhaps I will.”

It's a wonder his smile grows. It had already been split so far that she wondered if someone had taken a knife to it.

“Excellent!”

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Rhaenyra is settled in one of the rare moments where she has time to herself. Laenor is on one of his many ventures, she has no appointments, and no one has come to bother her yet. She's been busying herself with needlework (though she knows she has a terrible hand in it, it gives her something to do).

When someone knocks on the door, she glances up and mutters a distant, “Come.”

The door opens. “Princess.” She glances up at the voice, one she recognizes well. You bow gently, offering a smile as you hold out your tray. “I brought your tea, if it please you.”

Rhaenyra smiles, nodding and allowing you farther inside. “Thank you.”

You come and sit the tray down on the table, pouring her cup and adding her sugar. “Would you like me to bring anything, my princess?”

She shakes her head. “That won't be necessary. Thank you,” she says again.

You hum. Once her tea is prepared, you move to tidy her room. There's no real mess, but the longer you spend in here, the less time you have to spend doing other tedious and mind-numbing work. Besides, the princess has expressed to you how she doesn't mind your presence. You prefer to be here.

You start gathering empty cups and any forgotten dishes, wiping as you go. “If you don’t mind my asking, Princess, how fares your day?” You know she doesn’t mind, but you’ll never be able to shake your impulsion toward over-politeness. “It’s been quite lovely out.”

“That it has,” she says. Rhaenyra sets down her canvas, reaching for her cup to take a sip of the tea you’d so graciously brought her. “Meanwhile, I have been confined to the castle doing court duties and pretending the men are actually listening to me.”

A stray chuckle seeps from your nose. “One day, you shall be queen, my princess, and then they will have to listen to you.”

Rhaenyra’s chuckle is more rueful, but just as stray as yours. “That day can’t come soon enough, it seems.”

She likes the way you address her. Most of the people here call her princess with such emphasis, as if they were reminding her of her place as though it were eternal. She is the heir to the throne, yet they call her princess almost like they were saying “peasant”. When you say it, “my princess”, she almost thinks for a moment that she is already Queen.

Rhaenyra hums, glancing at you as you feather thin dust from shelves. Laenor’s words echo in her mind. She had almost forgotten the rumor she’d heard, almost let it slip her mind in the time between seeing the two of you. As she watches you, it’s glued in her mind, stuck like honey in her head.

She imagines it now. Your lips against a woman’s—a woman’s whose lips are suspiciously pale and whose nose is suspiciously distinct.

“Some gossip has come about me from my husband today,” she says without much thought. It slips out more than she means to say it. Even her tone has become shifty in the last moment. “It seems he’s as bored as to listen to the rumors of the servants in the Keep.”

You hum without turning, still stalling to avoid going back to work. “Is that so, Princess? What rumors, if I may ask?”

She chooses her words carefully, slowly. “Rumors of a servant girl with…queer customs.”

Your hesitance was almost indistinguishable. You could have gotten away with it, but she’s watching too closely. You continue almost without a hitch. “What sort of queer customs?”

Rhaenyra licks her bottom lip. “Ones that make her adverse to the taste of sailors…or sea-men, in other words.” She almost couldn’t believe herself. She’s turned to her husband’s humor.

There’s a long pause where you consider her words, wondering if they’re funny or thoroughly ridiculous. You suppose they’re both. “I do not know many who prefer the taste of…sea-men, as you say.” You don’t look at her. You keep your gaze solely on task. “Though a different story can be told of sailors.”

Rhaenyra shifts her whole body toward you, tilting her head and smirking lightly in a less-than-subtle investigation. “Do you like it?”

You purse your lips, considering your options.Your belly churns. “Would it be rude not to answer, my princess?”

She hums. “Well, it is generally frowned upon to disobey your masters.” She doesn’t want to pressure you, but she’s far too intrigued now to let it go. She doesn’t quite know why.

You sigh gently, thinking for a moment. She’s right. You try to find solace in the fact that you don’t think she’s the type to look down upon you and order your execution because of your…your perversions.

You’d hoped to keep it secret forever. You’ve even tried to fix yourself of your sickness, but you’ve found that it is something that cannot be done.

“Truthfully…” you mutter, your heart aching in a sad way, “No, Your Highness, I do not like…” you’re getting a bit exhausted of the metaphor but you would rather not change to practical terms when talking to the princess, “...sea-men.”

She looks away from you, and you’re grateful for it because you can pretend to busy yourself again. “I suppose that’s understandable enough. They can be quite salty in nature.”

Gods be good.

“Yes. Quite,” you mumble dismissively. You know you shouldn’t ask, but it’s eating away at you. You could be in danger… “If you don’t mind my asking, Princess, where did Ser Laenor hear such a rumor?”

She tries not to make a joke about his tastes. “Who knows where he finds his gossip?” You hum in agreement to dismiss it.

Rhaenyra’s curiosity is probably what got the better of her. She didn't fully intend to ask, but Laenor's words from below are stuck in her head. “Why don't you ask her yourself?”

“I wonder what fun it could truly be.” She waves a hand, taking a sip from her near forgotten tea. “Seeing as it could only be used for fun in this instance; there's no duty without the injection.”

You swallow thickly. “I wouldn't say simply fun.” You shouldn't say anything at all. “Though it does remove transaction from the activity.” You sigh, faltering to keep up the ruse with your unnecessary feathering of clean shelves. You turn toward her, running your fingers through the slightly dusty feathers. “With something like this, there must be trust.”

Rhaenyra watches you closely, the way you speak of it. It's more blatant than you should be in this circumstance, but she's not really focused on that when she's too busy studying the crease between your brows or the softness of your lips.

“Without trust, there is no fun or intimacy in it. Without fun or intimacy, there is no pleasure. You must be willing to give up a part of yourself and accept a part of someone else.”

There's a silence where you watch each other. You're quick to realize your mistake as you physically take a step back, looking down at your feet and hiding your embarrassment. She doesn't say anything, she just watches you with this look you can't decipher.

“Forgive me, Princess.” You bow your head and drop your hands by your side. You turn quickly, unsure what else to do. “In truth, I simply worry for the girl. She could be in quite a lot of danger if she were to be exposed. I shall pray to the Mother for her safety.”

You should leave. You've likely overstayed your welcome.

Rhaenyra breaks away from her thoughts, trying to organize them as she sits a little straighter. She sets her cup down on the table before her. She hums, trying to be light-hearted again but failing with the way her head is so full of your words. “‘Tis a shame, really,” she clears her throat, “that such a thing is of such offense.” She takes a breath and stands, just to give her something to do as she circles the sofa and leans against it.

“Pleasure is pleasure. Who should care where a man chooses to stick it? Or, perhaps, where a woman…” she falters. “Well, we don't have anything to stick, do we?” She should forget about it. “I simply wonder how…the deed is done without the…tool.” She decides she just likes to hear you speak.

“Well…” you still don't watch her, though you hesitate in the middle of your task, “I would not believe it to be as difficult as it would seem.” You take up a light blanket to fold.

She raises a brow. “Is that so?” She strokes the back of the couch with a ring-clad hand. “Tell me, how do you suppose it's done?”

“Princess?”

She shrugs in faux innocence. “I'm simply curious. Of course, if you have other duties to tend to.”

What she's proposing has no shortage of lack of propriety. It would be even worse if you responded. But…

Your gaze drifts down to her hand, a stray thought in your mind imagining the fabric was your flesh. When she squeezes lightly, you hate that you imagine her hands wrapping around your thigh…just to feel.

It is generally frowned upon to disobey your masters.

You swallow a lump in your throat, that you assume is nerves over want. It cannot be want.

“Well…if I had to guess, I would assume she could use,” you hesitate, “her hands.”

Rhaenyra doesn't have the thought to raise a curious brow. Her face doesn't change much as she stares at you, strangely hooded as you pass it on for confusion instead of what you recognize it to be.

“Just the same as a man could…” your words become a little quieter, “...or rather, as a man chooses not to, in my experience.”

Rhaenyra inches closer. It doesn't register. “How would she use them?” How could her voice be so smooth? It's like a layer of velvet on your skin, and you don't know how to manage that.

“Any way she saw fit.” You hadn't expected your voice to dip as it had, a richer tone influenced by the way she watches you. You hadn't realized the way your finger dipped between the fold of the blanket you've been holding for the last couple minutes. “You could just feel, massage, you could.. You could use them in place of a man's tool. Of course, they would not eject.”

Her chuckle is so shallow, with no real intent to emphasize humor. Her thoughts are confusing.

“No, I suppose not,” she mutters. She steps even closer, tilting her head. “Would her hands be all she would use?”

It's a strange thing, knowing more than the princess—informing the princess on what you know. She listens with such curiosity, such interest. You have to stifle the pull in your chest. It isn't proper. You shouldn't be telling her about any of this—it isn't proper.

But you carry on because you can't help it. Not when she looks at you like that.

You lick your bottom lip absently. “Well, if they were, my princess, what would be the point of the taste for sailors? Rather than simply the touch of them? Women often prefer a sailor’s salty taste. Some men have an indulgence for, not just the bee, but the honey, too.”

You hadn't realized you'd both gotten so close. She's only a few feet from you now, staring at you with eyes that should not be regarding you in such a way. “And if you had a taste for honey? How would you indulge?”

“Frequently.” Rhaenyra had not meant to gasp the way she did. It's soft and barely audible, but you catch it. It's hard to miss anything when she's so close, staring you in the eyes, running her fingers together with gentle brushes of skin.

You break the heavy eye contact with a glance down. “But I assume that would pose a challenge, as not many bees prefer their honey to be tasted by other bees, especially if not by a man.” You shake your head, looking back at her with a new kind of certainty. “No, many bees prefer the sailor and their sea.”

You hate the gods for making you as they did, but sometimes you hate them for making everyone else as they are instead. If you had to come out so wrong, why could no one else join you?

Rhaenyra can see this in your eyes. It's just a little glint, but she recognizes the same look in her husband from time to time. The difference is that he's allowed his indulgences in secret. You must have more trouble. Women always have more trouble…

Her breath is light when she breathes. “And what if one was willing to try?”

You look at her quickly, eyes wide and a little skeptical. “To try, Princess?”

“The indulging.” The step she takes is long. She stands right before you now, hardly a foot away. “Or even allowing one a taste of it? Say this…servant girl, perhaps?”

You squeeze your thighs together, though you don't mean to. She's a very intimidating person, and it makes you falter in your reasoning for why all of this is a terrible idea.

“I'd say…maybe she'd agree.” She's so close. If you took a step, leaned in just a bit…

“But there are many things to consider.” You step around her, ridding yourself of the closeness to put space between you. This is dangerous, she is dangerous. The way she looks at you, the way she makes you feel. It's not fair, and it's not right.

She spins around, dizzy from the sudden break in tension. “What sort of things?”

You drop the blanket on a chair and run your hands down your apron, an attempt to center yourself. “Things like…like whether or not this woman, potentially even a princess so interested in tasting, has a husband? A royal one, at that?” You shake your head. “This servant could be killed.”

Rhaenyra sighs, waving a hand as she looks upon your back. “If a person was killed every time they tried other indulgences, we would have very few people left in the world.”

You turn toward her, but make no move to come closer. “Even still.”

“What if this princess,” she closes the distance again, this time scooping your hands into her own. Her hands are very warm, much warmer than your own. They are only contrasted by the chill of golden rings. It's inviting as you try not to lean into her touch. You can't look at her. You're already breaking so many rules by letting her touch you. You're breaking rules by talking of such things with her.

“What if she were to tell the servant that her royal husband has his own tastes to favor? Not in bees, but in sailors?”

Royal husbands are a much different standard than lowly servants. But the only thing in your mind with such a proposal is, “And what if the princess dislikes the servant's work?”

You shudder when her warm palm envelopes your cheek. Your eyes flutter, and you look into her eyes. What a temptress she is, to look at you like that. To look so deeply into your eyes that you falter every time you come from a blink.

This is one of the only times when you're grateful for your sickness. If you had not been the way you were, her beauty would be so ordinary to you. She is anything but.

“Then she shall decide for herself.”

Your voice is so soft now, afraid to rupture this feeling between you. You feel manipulated, but you can't bring yourself to mind. If your roles had been reversed, you'd likely do the same.

“What if something happens?” You raise a hand to cover the back of hers. “If someone sees? There are many things to be considered.”

Her hand slips down from your cheek to grasp your chin between her forefinger and thumb. “If you wish not to continue, then you may yo. But it's as you said…” she's so close, you can feel her shallow breath on your lips, “this requires trust.”

Your eyes dart between her own, taking in every feature of her face. Gods, how beautiful is she?

She leans in, tilting her head in such a way that you become dizzy. “Will you put your trust in your princess?”

How could you refuse?

“Yes.”

“Then who's to say it's wrong?”

Your breaths mingle. She leans in quickly, and your breath hitches in anticipation of the kiss. Just as they barely brush, she pulls back again. It becomes this dance, a back-and-forth, push-and-pull. You know she's playing with you, and you invite her in full compliance. You would be her court jester if only she asked.

When she kisses you, it's maddening. Your thoughts are blurred in a swirling motion in your head. Your ears become fuzzy, your lungs already ache. You breathe her essence in through your nose and out through your mouth as she pulls you in by the back of your neck. She tastes of sweet wine, of grapes and blueberries.

Your hands grasp at her sides, pulling at the fabric wrapped securely around her body. “Princess,” you gasp against her lips.

You feel her lips curl against your own, her smirk fueling a fire between the both of you. “Shh,” she says between kisses. Her palms cup your face, her lidded eyes taking in the sight of you so close. “Just show me how you do it.”

You lean in to gather her lips again, your breaths heavy between you. You walk her back, pushing her up against the wall as your hands explore the length of her body. Your lips trail over her own, kissing the corner of her mouth and slipping down to her neck. Your teeth nip at her skin, your tongue laps, your lips suck. Her eyes flutter closed as she leans into it. Her hands grip your arms and beg you not to go.

You pull away from her then, your bodies still flush against one another as you take in the sight of her. Her eyes are of lavender, her skin is of ivory, her hair is of silkweed. She’s dripped in maroon and pearls. As you brush your knuckles down her cheek, smiling as you move to kiss her again.

There’s a soft smack of your lips as you pull away. Pinching her chin between your fingers as she had done yours, you whisper so closely to her lips that they brush with each word. “You are so beautiful, my princess.”

She stares at you. She had been called beautiful before. She has known intimacy and she has known passion, but there is something in the way that you speak to her that has her chest aching. A heavy breath puffs shallowly from her mouth.

Before she says anything, you kiss her again as your hand reaches down to collect fistfulls of fabric. You press a kiss to her collarbone, nipping lightly as her breath hitches. You slip to your knees, dipping your hands beneath her dress and pressing your hands to the thinly veiled skin of her legs. Her stockings stop just above her knee, tied neatly that morning while she was readying herself for the day.

She watches you, her eyes dark but so intently focused on you. You look up at her as you ride her dress, layer upon layer, up the length of her body. She reaches down and captures it, holding it in her hands and relieving you of the duty.

You’re holding your breath when you lean in to press a chaste kiss to the inside of her thigh. Her skin is so warm. If she had not been so soft, too, you would have wondered if she’d really been a dragon all along. You cup the back of her thigh in your hand, stroking up and down and enjoying the feeling of such smooth flesh.

You shift her leg over your shoulder, turning your head to kiss her thigh again. Her breath, although thick and shallow, is such a gentle thing. She never tears her gaze away. Her hips jerk lightly when your excitement manifests in little nips into her skin. There’s a pleasant feeling that stems from it.

“Must you tease?” Rhaenyra huffs, though not of any real offense. Her chest rises and falls like she’s ready to burst. A swell of pride blooms in your chest at the knowledge that she could be so aching for your touch.

“Apologies, Princess,” you smile, raising a tentative hand farther up the side of her thigh to bring her closer. You move so slowly as you inch toward her, this aching need which you have yet to see but can smell so dearly. “May I?” you whisper, so softly that you are almost unheard.

Her leg shifts to push her heel into your shoulder blade, not roughly but in a way to induce haste. She brings you just a bit closer, dipping her head. “You may.”

Just as soon as the permission leaves her throat, you attach yourself to her. You dip your tongue between her folds. You lick and suckle around her pearl. Arousal has already seeped from her need and is painting your tongue.

Rhaenyra’s hips cant forward, and there's a slight shudder. As one of her hands desperately grasps at her dress, the other reaches down to card through your hair.

You flick your tongue along the seam of her cunt. You really had chosen the right word—honey. She tastes sweet, a filling nectar you would die to feast upon.Rhaenyra is eager to feel it all, amazed by how wonderful you are at this, better than even Ser Criston Cole—who had always been very eager to taste her in her youth.

She supposes it shouldn’t be so surprising. You both have the same parts, it would only make sense that you knew how to use them. Your dull nails dig into her ass, bringing her forward as you both rock against one another. Her moan catches in her throat, and her hand reaches forcefully out to take hold of the table at her side. She grips it tight in order to keep herself up, looking down at you as her chest struggles to keep up with her lust.

“You are very eager to please,” her voice shakes.

You stroke your tongue along the length of her cunt, pressing a messy kiss into her pearl as you pull back just enough to speak. “That is not a difficult feat when you taste as good as you do.” A rough kind of whine slips when you suck around her pearl. “I was right about the honey.”

She smiles in the middle of the rock of her hips. “I might have to taste a sample myself. Just to check. Ah–!” Her hand flies out to take hold of your hair again, just to ground herself when you lap your tongue inside of her. “Right there,” she groans, her voice lower now with the coming of her relief. “Oh, gods, don’t stop.”

You focus on her pearl now, lapping and laving at it with all the strength you have left in your tongue. It’s a bit tired from the work, but it’s a good kind of feeling when you’re being rewarded so generously. The fat of her thigh is a welcomed weight on your shoulder, an even better weight in your hand as you stroke your hand up and down the length of it. You squeeze it in fervent desire.

You can feel her clenching against your tongue, her hips become more jerky with their movement. You hum into her, anticipating her release as much as she does. Her breath stalls in her chest as it builds and builds.

Right as she's at the cusp, you murmur against her pearl. “Breathe, Princess.”

Just as she takes a breath, a crashing wave rolls over her. She trembles against you, gasping as her head whirls with the weight of her release. You hold her steady, lapping up the precious taste of her cunt with a desperate need. She jerks forward when you suckle gently on her sensitive pearl.

When the rush dies down to something a little easier, her breaths become deeper as a drunken smile finds her lips. “I could certainly make this a habit.”

You press your mouth into her thigh, laying a sweet kiss upon her skin. “Tis likely to be a bad one.”

She shakes her head, moving her leg off your shoulder and lifting you to stand with a curled finger under your chin. “Nothing bad about it.” She leans in, her lips hovering.

You pull away by the slightest inch, watching her gentle eyes. “Did I do well, my princess?” You lift your hand to cautiously rest at her back, your fingers curling through silver locks. “Have I pleased you?”

There's something about you that makes her head spin. “Yes, darling,” she rasps. “You are magnificent.”

You smile like she's given you an incredible gift, accepting her kiss with a similar enthusiasm than you'd accepted the honey between her plush thighs. You're needy in gluing your lips to hers, wrapping your arms around her waist and pulling her against you by the small of her back.

She eases your mouth from hers, her breath short from the greatness of your desire. “You can call me Rhaenyra. I feel we've reached the point where such formalities are no longer necessary.”

You chuckle breathily. “Of course, Princess.”

She pinches your chin. “Go sit.” She lets go of you.

Just for the humor, you dip into a curtsy, looking up through your lashes as you do. “Yes, my princess.”

You turn and walk toward the sofa, sitting with your legs pressed together and your hands upon your lap. She watches you for a moment, doing nothing but watching. Your humor is dissipating as you look away, unable to take the heat of her gaze.

“Does it make you nervous when I stare, sweetling?” she asks gently.

You nod. “A bit, yes.”

She takes a step closer. “Do not be nervous. I won't hurt you.”

“I know.”

She moves toward you, and you peek up at her with eyes wide in anticipation. She comes to stand in front of you, standing tall in all her glory and regality. She's ethereal, especially with the way the golden light of the evening is peering in through the windows.

She bends down, her hands on either side of your head as she boxes you in. You lose your breath. You don't think you'll ever be able to stand her being this close to you.

She kisses you. “Spread your legs for me.” You're shy, but you do as she asks. Your thighs inch farther apart as you indulge in the taste of her lips. Her hand cups your throat. Your breath stalls, and then starts again to inhale more of her.

You feel her palm trail down the column of your neck, her fingers tickling your throat. She moves down your front before she's riding the skirt of your dress and apron up your legs. When her hand touches your bare thigh, your hips jerk slightly. She shushes against your lips, moving closer and closer until her hand is cupping the wet of your cunt.

“Gods, you're dripping.” You want to say something, but you can't. Her middle finger sinks between your lips, parting them to make way for her intrusion. You clamp down on her finger, your hips rolling against her hand already.

She strokes inside of you, curling her finger and coaxing you closer. When she adds the second, a slight hum slips from her throat. You reach out, grabbing a hold of her arm.

“A little deeper,” you guide gently, tilting your hips up. When she adjusts, your head spins. “Fuck, Princess, right there.”

She focuses there, hovering over you as she presses her lips to your forehead, to lips, the tip of your nose. “Do you like that?” she huffs.

You nod, holding her arm tighter. “Yes. Yes, my princess.”

She dips her head down to your neck, and you whimper when she nips at your flesh. “You'll have to guide me,” she whispers into your ear.

You're a bit confused as she removes her fingers from you. You stifle your whine, watching with bated breath as this princess, the heir to the Targaryen throne, kneels before you. Her handmaiden. A lowly servant who was meant to stay beneath her.

She eases your leg over your shoulder just as you had done before. She presses her mouth against your thigh, kissing it and licking her lips. She looks you in the eyes, smirking as she brings her fingers to her mouth. She dips them between her lips, and the sigh that parts your lips leaves you breathless. She hums deeply. “I can see why you called it honey.”

You chuckle lightly. When Rhaenyra’s lips wrap around your cunt, you whimper. You're careful in setting your hand at the side of her head, carding your fingers through her hair. You don't grasp her, you don't guide her. You just hold her as you watch her with hooded eyes and parted lips.

She sucks on your folds, flicking her hot tongue along the seam of your cunt and slipping it inside clumsily. Either way, it's nice. It's not often you get attention like this, and from a princess?

“Up a little more, princess.” Your voice is light and high with pleasure. When she does as you say, your sigh is tinted with a whine. “Good. Right there.”

She suckles lightly at your pearl, licking and tasting with a curious intent. Her fingers prod at your pussy again, and you arch your back when she presses two inside.

Rhaenyra is a quick learner. Her pace is steady as she curls her fingers, coaxing them in and out of you with an eagerness that you had displayed before. Her lips and tongue work at your pearl, licking and sucking and making you feel like you'll burst any second.

“Please, don't stop,” you gasp. “You're amazing.”

There's a certain power in having someone desire you, blubbering with pleasure and begging for more. It goes straight to her head. She thrusts her fingers into you as though she wielded her own cock, she laps at your slick like she's been deprived of water for far too long. She huffs and groans, drunk on the taste of you, on the pleasure.

You've never met a woman so eager to please another. When they're not shy about indulging in something so forbidden, they're too used to professionalism to initiate intimacy. Having this kind of desire is hard and it's depriving. If Rhaenyra keeps this up, you'll make the mistake of falling utterly in love with her.

You bite your lip, trying to keep quiet to keep from alerting the knight at the door. The walls are thick, no one should hear you.

“I'm so close,” you whisper, rolling your hips in your haste to come. “Please, my princess, don't stop.”

When she hums, it comes with a desperate sort of sound. Your thighs tremble around her head, trying not to close her in. You become dizzy, your head spins with the weight of her pleasure. Your eyes squeeze shut and–

“Princess,” you bring a hand to your mouth, breathing heavily into your palm. Your hips roll and your mind whirls with the sensations of her lips sucking on your pulsing pearl, spurring you on and on. Her finger curls against a deep spot within you that has you seeing stars behind your eyes. “Fuck, Rhaenyra,” you curse, whimpering under your breath and losing composure.

Her hand slips out of you just to grasp your backside, pulling you in and devouring you as you continue to become slick with arousal. Her nose presses into your pearl when her tongue is too busy at your folds. Her warm breath fans over your skin in such a delicious way.

When your trembling has subsided, she eases away from you with a huff. She's got a drunken smile on her lips, her pupils blown wide and your eyes dark with pleasure. “I see why you enjoy that so much.”

You smile, catching your breath as she breaks away from you to crowd your space once more. Your tongue is heavy, and your words are sticky. You look at her like you'll be shattered if you don't hear what you want to hear. “Did I do well, my princess?”

She smiles, raising a hand to stroke your cheek with gentle knuckles. “You are perfect.” The look on your face is devastating. There's a bursting joy in your eyes, a kind of joy that only comes when it's been met with a considerable amount of sorrow.

She tilts your chin up, embracing you in a different kind of kiss. This one is all for you. She kisses you like she wants you to know something that she doesn't know how to say aloud, like she's telling you a secret that only you could ever understand.

She pulls away, still cupping your cheek. You swallow thickly, watching her and taking in every little feature of her face before you're forced to keep your head down once more.

“Will you regret it?” Your voice is so small that she almost misses it. If her nose had not still been brushing yours, she would have. “When I leave, and you've had the night to contemplate… will you regret letting me touch you? Will you regret…touching me?”

She wonders briefly who hurt you. You are such a good woman. You are loyal and eager to please. Not to mention, you are utterly beautiful.

She doesn't know quite how to navigate this. So instead, she sighs as she looks upon your face. Worry and doubt creases every little feature that lies there. She presses a kiss to your forehead, over the crease between your brows.

“No, sweet girl.”

You blink, taking her answer for what it is as you smile. “Okay,” you whisper.

She leans in to kiss you. There's a knock on the door.

Rhaenyra sighs, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips and straightening her back. “A moment.” She holds a hand for you, and you take it as she brings you to stand.

“Finish your work…” She pauses. “Will I see you again soon?”

You smile, nodding gently. “If my princess commands it.”

Her smirk soon follows. “She does.” She knows she's taking too long. “Goodbye, my darling.”

You nod. “Goodbye, my princess.”

You linger too long. You are wasting time. You break away from her, grabbing your tray of dishes, stacking her cold tea on top. When she's sure you're both decent, she sighs.

“Come.”

As the door opens, you give a curtsy. “Princess.”

She nods, but it's such a small movement that you'd question if she'd already forgotten you if you knew she wasn't doing it for appearances.

As you walk down the hall, you glance up when you see Ser Laenor walking toward you. You look up at him, pausing to curtsy.

He looks at you, giving you a smile that makes you nervous as he fully stops. You think you hear him sniff, and then his smile grows into something more mischievous. With a quiet chuckle, he wags his finger at you before turning on his heel to continue to—you assume to be—Rhaenyra’s chambers.

You continue walking, slowly this time as you try to figure out why he would react in such a way. You guide your nose toward your shoulder and almost freeze in place.

Gods be good… You smell like her.

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[ivanaskye]

(wo)men are flipping on tv, or, ivana's olympic watching experiences so far i guess

(artistic) gymnastics: the absolute classic of flipping on tv. you're probably either already watching this or not i guess. if you are on the fence men's is much, uh, more competitive than women's right now. speaking of gender the 6 men's events vs 4 women's is sure some kind of way--and of those 6 vs 4, only two (vault and floor) overlap! and of course women's floor has music and includes facial expression in judging whereas men cannot have music, that is too girly. what precisely is manly about a single high bar as opposed to two bars of uneven height? no one knows.

trampoline: speaking of gymnastics this is technically a subcategory of it, along with the above and rhythmic gymnastics my beloved (but not having yet happened). uhhh ok so in trampoline people Go, up into the Air, apparently 26 ft+. then flip. very concentrated flip per second here, recommended if you want flip. each athlete's run is very short though, which may impact followability

diving: this time we flip into water. synchronized diving is very easy to tell if people are doing well bc you just kind of go, hm, are they doing the Same thing? in all diving you know someone's done something right if they make very little splash into the water. ok ive also literally only watched one event here

skateboarding: if you take anything from this list, let it be this- please please please watch olympic skateboarding it is so fun. skateboarders attempt two 45 second runs (of which only the best score counts) and 5 individual tricks (of which only the two best count). as such they are incentivized to take a lot of risks and fall down all the time. it's great. also makes for great ease of watching: you know they did well if they landed All That, and probably didn't if they are on the ground.

bmx (jump version): kind of like skateboarding but worse bc risks are less incentivized

boxing: absolutely incomprehensible to a mere mortal. apparently the judges determine who wins each round based on.... uh..... who... seemed to be doing better. so, vibes? vibes. it's not something as pedestrian as 'who landed more hits'. absolutely mystifying. also moves very fast.

judo: moves much slower than boxing! so you can at least tell who is doing what to who. as for whether what they are doing scores points. well. uh. see. the match instantly ends if one fighter throws the other with "strength, speed and control". if they have only two of these they get a point; two points wins. how are any of these words measured? uhhhhhh. vibes!

handball: i checked into this for maybe ten minutes to see if i could figure out what handball 'is'. i still don't know. there's a ball in a hand. soccer-like but with a hand instead of a foot. how do the rules actually work? a mystery.

table tennis/ping pong: actually pretty followable though not engaging enough to me specifically that i watched much. mb not enough flipping. my god these people move fast.

equestrian jumping: in some ways like many other events, except the creature jumping is a horse. i like to imagine what the horses are thinking about this whole situation. i tried to look up what a horse's name meant and discovered he has a website (he has no idea he has a website) where his sperm is sold for hundreds of pounds (he has no idea this is happening either). very followable as there are no positive points of any kind, only penalties. did that horse clear the bar without knocking it over? congratulations that was a success.

equestrian other things: opposite tier of followability i have no idea what these creatures are doing.

track: running is the easiest thing to understand, closely followed by swimming. who gets from point a to point b fastest. we can all understand this. however mostly it is not very interesting

triple jump: jump far*. the closest part of the indentation they make in the sand to the starting line is what is judged as their distance. *technically, triple jump is 'jump far with extra steps'. long jump is the true 'jump far' but i haven't seen any yet.

hammer throw, shot put, discus: the throw things real far events. to which javelin is added but i don't think ive seen even a bit of that. wait im not sure i saw any hammer throw yet either. anyway. the builds of these athletes are so mountainous. which is great.

elsewhere in field i haven't watched any pole vault but that one guy did get betrayed by his own junk so there was that

shooting: unfortunately the memeable people everyone has seen are in air rifle which is perhaps the least interesting event to try to watch of all time. you can barely even see when they pull the trigger and you don't get to see the target itself, only a graphic of it. mystifying presentation choices. skeet and trap however are followable as moving targets are shot, scored on a pure yes/no of did you shoot that thing or not. americans hilariously uncommon in shooting events despite our gun culture; don't you know, it's not actually american to shoot something accurately!!!

[its-your-mind]

Tbh I??? Really love these Bell’s Hells Company Retreat Activities???? Bc like. It’s not like any of them have been overly cagey this whole time, or actively hiding big secrets from each other. (someone at some point mentioned how BUCKwild it would have been to watch the M9 try to play What The Fuck Is Up With That within the first ten episodes of c2, with all the shit all of them were hiding and how much their early relationships were based on a mutual understanding that no one would expect each other to bring up the past unless it became a danger - the only one who ever poked that particular bear was Beau with Caleb at the start when she traded access to the Archive for the reason why Caleb gets fucked up by fire, and that private conversation shaped their relationship for the rest of the campaign BUT I digress.)

Nothing anyone confessed during the Honesty exercise was… a surprise. The only one who hadn’t shared the entirety of his past (that he remembered) was Chetney, and his was never the past that felt like a threat - that revelation was more along the lines of FCG’s type of “tell me about your family trauma so I can fix you” line of questioning.

The truths the Hells offered up to each other… they were significant (Fearne, I was disappointed in you for being afraid of your power), and scary (deep down, both Delilah and I kind of want the shard), and hard to say out loud (even on the nights I bunk up with one of you, I feel so lonely), but critically, so little of it was surprising. No one was sharing anything earth-shattering about their pasts or previously unknown plans for future betrayal.

And during the Communication exercise - none of them - Chetney, Imogen, Ashton, or Orym - doubted that their directors were leading them the wrong way. They listened, and paid attention to instructions, and didn’t try their own path because they felt like they knew better.

And then during Trust! The part that should have been the hardest!! All of them were obviously distrustful of each other, shooting around stressed looks, sending familiars to dive-bomb to check for flesh, but like… none of them actually turned on each other. None of them ganged up, or broke off, or stood in opposition - they were wary of each other, and they got the task done.

So… it didn’t really lead to any huge shifts in the dynamic. But that was never really what they needed! The Hells have trusted each other since the beginning, and even when they’re actively having to fight each other, it’s always with a desperation born from a place of concern. They really do care for and love each other. I don’t think any of them, if they sat down to think about it, truly believed that one of them was going to betray the others.

But they haven’t had time to sit and think about it. They have been actively fighting the literal end of the world since like… ep 45 (first irl Ludinus sighting/convo). The apocalypse happened. Has been happening. For thirty episodes now. They spent a good chunk of that time apart from each other, and then the rest of it desperately reaching out to anyone with more power than themselves to beg for their help.

So yeah! It’s not a big surprise that they’re all bottling up a lot of their own shit right now! There aren’t that many personal issues that feel like they deserve more attention than the literal end of the world.

It was inevitable something was going to give. And since Ashton’s shit was up next for dissection because they had a past that brushed up against the Primordials? Of course they were the one whose internal lockdown broke first. And of course when it did, it physically shattered Ashton, too, right along those same fault lines where Milo put them back together the first time. It’s so good that they had friends who were there, past and present, to make sure none of the pieces got lost. To put them back together.

We watched Laudna break down right after, specifically because she was back home, in this place where Delilah had first tortured and killed her, where she had lived as a wraith haunting a castle. Delilah had been slowly picking the lock on the cage the Hells had forced her into, and Ashton’s “betrayal” was the last tumbler Delilah needed to snap into place to break the lock in Laudna’s mind. And her mind shattered, fragmented in the same way it had been after she was first brought back as Delilah’s vessel. How beautiful that it was Laudna’s love of children and her desire to make Ashton a gift (meant to be part insult, “because you’re a child,” and declaration of her care for him, “I like children.”)

And Fearne… Fearne almost broke down after them. Slamming the hammer down next to Ashton’s head over and over and over, screaming at him, wandering away through the city, sleeping alone in the woods… She saw the cliff’s edge coming. That’s why she asked them if they could stop at her Nana’s first.

Because she needed it. And the rest of the Hells say, “Why? Do you think Nana Morri can help us in this?” And Fearne says, “Well, I don’t know, but…” And Imogen says, “Do you need it for you?” And Fearne says, in a small and shattered voice, “…yes.”

And that’s the end of the discussion.

They go home, to a place where they are safe and have time, for the first time since Ruidus was locked in place.

And so they have time to be Honest - and they are. Fearne likes to watch them all and play with their hair while they sleep. Orym has thought through how he would neutralize them if he absolutely had to. Ashton thinks it would be better for him to be dead than for Fearne to be hurt. Imogen is scared to face her mom. Laudna dreams of leaving this behind. FCG is jealous of the people around him with a heart, because they have possibilities he doesn’t. Chetney hasn’t settled down once in 400 years because he’s scared he’s cursed to drive away any family he has.

Behind all of this - I want to know everything about you. I need to make sure you don’t hurt each other. I would sacrifice myself to keep you from pain. I don’t want to choose between my blood and this family we’ve built. I want you all to be safe. I want you to pursue happiness. I don’t want to lose you.

And then, Communication - follow along this path. Listen to my voice. Keep calm, keep quiet. Stay the course. I will keep you safe. Keep walking, keep walking, and… you’re there, honey.

And finally, Trust. Two of them are going to be replaced by fae beings bent on preventing them from completing their mission, and they have to complete this task without letting the infiltrators stop them. Okay. Let’s all stick together. Keep eyes on each other. Wait for the doppelgängers to give themselves away somehow. Do you remember these small, banal details about our mutual history? There’s a possibility that action you took was malicious, but I know you well enough to know that might have been a mistake you made on your own. Here, I’ll walk into traps to show that I’m not going to stop you. I’ll get out of your way and take out the threats. I’ll be eyes in the sky and send my familiar to poke you to test if you feel like you should. But nothing you’re doing makes me see you as a real threat - just the possibility of one. I trust you. I trust in you. I trust myself to know enough about you to identify if you’re doing something differently than normal.

And the result of those exercises? No new information, but maybe some things that we all had lost track of amongst the chaos. I am not shocked by your Honesty. I know deep down that I can rely on your Communication. I do Trust you. I know you. I care for you. I know you care for me, too. Even when I have doubts, even when you fuck up, even when things break bad and you make the wrong call…

We are a team for a reason, and no matter what we said in the beginning, it is not just out of necessity or convenience. Are we a bunch of fucked up, broken people? Absolutely. Are we going to continue to fuck up? Probably. Does that change how we feel about each other? No. Never. As long as you’ll have me, I’ll be here, fighting alongside you. Helping you up when you stumble. Offering a shoulder when you need to cry. Standing over you to protect you if you fall. Laughing with you in good times, kicking ass for you in bad. This is our family, damn it. It is strange, and broken, but it is ours, and it is good.

[oneminutefiftysixseconds]

while fixing my flat tire this morning i pondered the question if and who of the cyclists know how to do it. like not only change a whole wheel, but get the tube out, find the hole, put the little sticker on it, get it back in (be so fucking frustrated bc now the brakes are making weird things and when they come back 20mins later the fucking tire is fucking flat again)? what do you think? which of them would feel me?

this is a SUPERB question and one that merits much consideration 🤔

i'm assuming/hoping they all at one point or other, did in fact know how to maintain their own bikes (hmmm. most of them at least.)

however, after many years of being handed a shiny new sponsor bike every January and spending almost all of their time riding a handful of minutes away from a team car/mechanic/NSV for spare bikes/wheels, it's entirely possible they've forgotten. having a crack team of mechanics servicing your bike's every need will undoubtedly lead to forgetting stuff

okay seriousness over let's get silly!

long gone are the days of pros carrying spare tubes over their shoulders (which is a shame because it's hot), but who, given the opportunity, would be capable of fixing a puncture?

direct evidence:

Wout van Aert ✔️

growing up as a teenager in cross without an eminent father and the connections that brings, bikepacker in the off season, wout can 100% fix it himself and wash the bike at the end of the ride

at the opposite end of of the spectrum, G ✖️

after eighteen years as a pro i'm not sure whether g remembers how to change rim brake pads let alone discs. the team give him a fresh pinarello and he rides it. simple. when it breaks a mechanic gives him another one. though once he retires the knowledge will come back to him

distantly justified gut feelings/completely unjustified Visions:

tadej ✔️ he can change tubes but always forgets the left pedal screws the opposite way

remco ✖️ owns at least one unnecessarily fancy multitool that he has never used. aero nerd but basic maintenance eludes him

mathieu ✔️ but it will take a fair while because he has not done it in soooo long and he doesn't remember to check the tyre for embedded sharps (this could be causing your repeated flat or the tube may be caught between tyre bead and rim)

jasper ✖️ forgets shoes and socks on training camp. has never bought his own inner tubes; begs one from someone else on the group ride and then struggles with a tyre lever for 20 minutes before someone takes pity

jonas ✔️ part time carpenter adept at handiwork, has been given the same unnecessarily fancy multitool as remco (BY remco? at the vuelta?) but it's unused in favour of an infinitely more practical one.

tom (pidcock) ✔️

joshy t ✖️ the lad vaguely knows what an innertube is and that you can pop them by putting the pressure too high but has never had to handle one himself

mads ✔️✔️ father (dads pedersen, if you will) runs a bike shop. not only can mads change a tube in under four minutes but he will show others how to look after their bikes and get irritated at poor maintence

matej ✔️✔️✔️ in another timeline it's moho instead of frank herzegh who invents tubeless tyres

[castor-tech-ghoul]

Ooc post!

Alright fuckers (affectionate) I'm gonna post some rambles about this little fucker's backstory, trauma, and overall context bc eventually I'm gonna write a ficlet based off @anotherbananasong world build >:]

So, the tea about Castor (my top favorite oc tbh)

Ah yes, cw for death, abuse, irresponsible use of ghouls and their abilities, ptsd, and violence

They were originally summoned by a young, reckless Nihil before he became Papa, and he was still a Cardinal. The Summoning was intense and it happened to go in the record book of strongest rituals and ghouls to be summoned (though those records were beaten by Copia later, but that's a different story.)

Castor had been the strongest air ghoul to be summoned in decades, tied by contract to this... immature little shit. Naturally, Nihil abused this power and made Castor an attack dog. Anyone who defied, displeased, or had beef with Nihil had to face off with a tall ass, feral, all-powerful Air Ghoul. More than once has Cas watched the light leave the eyes of ghouls and humans alike as they suffocated them, siphoning the oxygen from their lungs and brains with just a mere look. More than once has the ghoul done the opposite and filled someone's body with so much oxygen that they simply exploded like a meat balloon.

Nihil reveled in the power he had at his finger tips, the most powerful Papa of the time thanks to Castor, and Cas reveled in the fear and respect they evoked from anyone who dared to catch the golden eyes of the pale demon.

Decades passed of not just Nihil, but Seestor too, using the ghoul to their advantage. Attacking and maiming anyone who asked too many questions or stepped out of line too often. Eventually, Seestor attempted to "retire" the air ghoul, changing their contract once more to be a guardian of three children important to the Emeritus bloodline. Sister Imperator had since paid off the boys' real mother's and sent them to fancy places far, far from the ministry, so they would not threaten her place beside Nihil any further.

Castor, in their own way, was fond of the boys. They had protected them the way they were taught, with violence and threats. It was all they knew, blood on their claws and face was familiar and to do it in honor of keeping the bloodline alive was the greatest feeling, it even came with an alarming amount of scars to prove their worth.

It was a pleasant feeling until one day in particular. The ghoul was watching the three boys like a ghost, following and all seeing. They had requested an outing to the courtyard and Cas merely followed behind, glaring at everyone who greeted the children until they were amongst the gardens that were kept alive by earth magick from deep in the forest. Castor had gotten distracted watching Primo and Secondo play with a bunny they had found, they almost missed the sound of Terzo yelping in pain. Almost.

In an instant, the Air Ghoul was beside the youngest of the brothers, ready to kill whoever had dared to lay a hand on their responsibility. The thing about all those decades of murder, torture (both for fun and necessity), and over all cruelty, is that it eventually catches up on someone. Especially someone as old as Cas. They didn't even register that the "threat" was a Sibling of Sin's teenager, all they saw was the object and cause of Terzo's distress and they did what they knew best thanks to all those decades with Nihil and Imperator. They lunged for the teen, gold eyes blazing, a growl deep enough to vibrate the very ground under them, and claws outstretched to punish the boy...

They didn't even hear Terzo cry out, a tiny but determined voice, "Cas! No!"

The young Emeritus had dove between the teenager and the Air Ghoul's claws, which instead found their mark on Terzo's arm before they managed to pull back. The two of them stared at each other for a heartbeat, the teen running off and Terzo's brothers coming to the rescue far too late. More crying filled the air now, and it was the worst, most heart-wrenching sound Castor had heard in years.

The injury hadn't been too bad in all honesty. It was mainly just scary to the seven year old boy. Just a couple stitches was all it needed and he healed quickly thanks to the aid of quintessence from Sister Imperator's chamber ghoulette. But while Terzo's wound hadn't been severe, the threat of Castor upon the boy had been grand. Seestor no longer wanted the feral ghoul near the boys, not now that Copia had been born as well. Nihil had unfortunately agreed with her.

The air ghoul had been dragged before the council, which mainly consisted of Sister Imperator, her chamber ghoulettes, Nihil and his other ghouls, and of course Mr. Saltarian. Castor had feared the worst, that they would be hurtled head first back into the Pit. That they would feel this vessel and their very being get scorched and melted down to the bones and soul residing inside until they were nothing but air again. Oh, but fate had been much worse than that for them.

After a lot of consideration, Sister sat forward and sneered down at the ghoul. The ghoul who had never been anything but loyal and strong for them, a rock for their weak mortality and morals to lean on and abuse. She spoke calmly and sternly while Nihil almost looked... sorry. Not sorry enough apparently, as Sister Imperator ordered her quintessence ghoulette to pin Castor down, they were too strong and valuable to cast back into the Hearth and the Pit. Instead, the ghoulette forced her quintessence into their mind, ravaging and picking out every memory since being summoned by Nihil and locking it all away into a gold and ivory plated box in the back of their mind, only to be opened by a quintessence ghoul with immense power and complete control over their element. The Ministry couldn't have them being wild, feral, and bloodthirsty. But that power was too valuable to waste, so instead, they wiped the slate clean entirely.

When Castor awoke, Primo was Papa, and Secondo was Cardinal. They were standing in the summoning chamber, looking wild and confused as The Second laid claim to their soul and bound them to not only him, but all his brothers as well. As far as Castor is aware, they're just a lower level air ghoul. They don't question the scars littered across their body anymore, assuming all the memories of them are repressed from how terrible it must have been, and the brothers say nothing of it either. So what if Castor has night terrors now, waking up to the feeling of blood and flesh on their claws and fangs? So what if their scars throb after those night terrors of gnashing teeth and blazing heat or unmovable earth or unrelenting water? Who cares if they look in the mirror sometimes, not certain of who they are with this nagging feeling that something is wrong? What mattered is that they don't remember what happened before, they're just the tech ghoul now, the one who keeps the shows together and running smoothly. Cardinal Copia's favorite little air ghoul with such pretty pale blue, light grey, and white wings that have little gold flecks...

[laughroditee]

Thinking about the COD urban fantasy AU that I will be writing a fic for. I have a background in fine art and comics and have experience with video editing, so because of this, this fic came to me as a movie trailer, which I plan on making an animatic of. (If I can get my husband to learn how to voice the characters, I may include voices as well.) But it came from the idea:

What if there was a necromancer who would raise your loved one, but if you didn't pay them, they'd take control of them?

And that leads us to the

"Repossessed" Trailer Script, starring necromancer!graves

(please note that I do not have any formal training in actually formatting scripts so these are just my notes for the animatic. Filmmakers, don't come for me.)

(OPEN on a cityscape at sundown, cue music, if any.) Voiceover: "The name's Graves."

(NIGHTTIME. cut to a scene of a man, back to us in a cemetery. Close in on headshot, he turns to face the camera.) V/O: "Phillip Graves."

(INTERIOR OFFICE, DAYTIME. Graves is seated behind his desk, feet up, leaning back in his chair, maybe playing with a Rubix cube or something, speaking with a client, whom we can't see yet.)

Client: "Phillip Graves? As in 'fill up graves?' That's a bit… on the nose isn't it?"

Graves (smirking bc he's a cocky mf): "I don't so much fill ‘em up as I do empty ‘em out nowadays."

(Cut back to scene of Graves in the cemetery where a green, eldritch light glows from his hand.) V/O: "As a necromancer, I can bring anyone back from the dead."

(Cut back to Graves in office, looking at client.) Graves: "For a Price."

(Graves leans forward, cocking his head): "What would you pay?"

(Flashes of the deceased, happy.) V/O: "What would you do...?"

(Flashes of the deceased and the client together, loving etc huehuehue) V/O: "...To have them back with you?"

(Cut to Graves sitting behind his desk, holding up photo of the deceased between two fingers, looking at his client, cocky and eager.) Graves: "Pretty little thing like this? What's it worth to ya?"

(Cut to John Price seated in the chair opposite the desk, looking grief-stricken, desperate, and determined): “Everything.”

(cut to black, dramatic pause if there's music)

(Cut to first person POV, looking up at Graves, giving you a hand.) Graves: “Welcome back, darlin', to the land of the living.”

When I post the art (storyboards and eventual video) for this, it will be on my art blog @momokeen and reblogged from there. (I try to keep my 18+ stuff here separate from my main blog, even though I update more here, currently.)

Issues I know I will have:

Time - my chaotic brain always has a billion projects going at once, which is why I wanted to at least put this much out. I have at least four other fics that need attention, not to mention actual real life, and running a small business. I will be doing it though. It may not be good, but it will be done, eventually.

Finding the right music. Currently I'm looking for good epic trailer music. I have zero money to commission someone to compose something custom, otherwise I would ask my friend if he'd take the job.

Voices (because I want them 😩)

The decedent. I had planned on writing the fic as a "x you" POV, but if I'm including a visual trailer, done in the way that I want, obviously I have to pick one way the decedent looks, which I know will leave many people feeling left out. This is why I tend to make OCs, as it's easier for me to make decisions that my OCD and trauma brain won't let me make otherwise, because "this person is their own person and this is how I've developed them." (Also I'm new to fanfic, pls forgive me. I know OC x Canon is the less-liked option here. I really struggle with trying to make everyone happy, to the point that it's debilitating and I honestly don't know what to do.)

And finally, ✨mental health✨.

But yeah, that's it. That's a thing I'm gonna make. This was step one. Thanks for reading. 🖤

[libra-stellium]

no bc I have beef with Uranus omg

this whole time I've been like saturn saturn saturn meanwhile uranus has been sifting through my life with her dirty little fingers!!

Once upon a time on March 6, 2019 Uranus entered Taurus and took a vow to be a nuisance in my life for the next 6 years!

Tomorrow Uranus is going to be exact on my 3H until June 15 and I'm expecting something to happen with my neighbors that is going to be the most annoying thing I've ever dealt with. Now I could be right or it could be something worse because i'm expecting the neighbors issue and uranus is unexpected shit smh

ALSO on May 21, 2024 I started my Uranus trine Uranus transit and one of the things for it is "you may be inclined to throw over an existing personal relationship in order to liberate yourself from the restrictions it imposed" and I feel like I'm gonna have to go no contact with my aunt as well bc she's making the choice to be on my mother's side. Literally on May 21 she shared pics of my trip with my mother without my consent and I specifically told her multiple times don't talk about my business with this person i'm no longer in contact with and now my mother knows where I was, when i was there, what i was doing, who i was with like what the fuckkkk??? and my aunt had the nerve to be like "oh I'm tired of lying to my sister she was sad and asking for you so i showed her" YOUR SISTER IS A MANIPULATIVE NARCISSITIC BITCH and you can get cut off too!! Her and her sister with their aqua moons in my 12H are probably gonna be completely out of my life next year and that's insane to think about!! I literally won't have any immediate family in my life after that......bc they cannot stop themselves from fucking me over.....just wow

But Uranus isn't done with me!!! I've got a lovely (derogatory) Uranus opposite Pluto transit June 25 2024 - November 10 2024 and what can I expect??? "Change may come through persons with upsetting surprises" G R E A T bc my birthday is right in the middle of that with all the Libra transiting my 8H

It's not all bad (I guesssss) bc I just finished a Uranus sextile Saturn transit from April 14, 2023 - May 18, 2024 in my 1H and it was:

opportunity to make creative changes through a system

I tried many different routines during this time to work on my physical body and my mental health

superiors will be impressed with innovative ideas, you may be rewarded with a higher position in that particular system

Stuff at work came pretty easy and they did end up seeing me like someone the other staff could go to for questions

I also have a Uranus trine Neptune transit right now ending July 1 and that one is cute it's about being more involved in spiritual studies, working hard with others to actualize beliefs about how the world should be and try to help loved ones grow and that's honestly the norm for me lol I'm always looking up something for astro and tarot or literal religion, telling people what I think of the world events (free palestine) and telling friends what they can do to improve their lives!

I still want to throw hands with Uranus bc this is still ridiculous! I have 5 Uranus aspects in my chart I never paid attention to but they would explain a lot!!! I would like a surprise birthday party not surprise traumatic events lmfao

[mrspark7777777]

https://www.tumblr.com/mrspark7777777/730435580873342976/httpstwittercomdailyjmthvstatus1709569065394?source=share

really anon??

i'm sorry but as an army and a fearnot, pls shut the actual fck up

they're under the same label (hybe)

he commented laughing under a tiktok of her viral moment (https://x.com/elsserafim/status/1692180175516291286?s=20) where she messed up her speaking part during their song 'fire in the belly', MANY other idols have made fun of it or referenced it, in fact most of south korea has as well, it's a meme at this point, which we know jk loves to make fun and reference things (jimin, g dragon, namjoon, basically all of bts lol, k dramas, ect)

he's a fan of music in general and likes gg songs. also boy is basically a tokki (new jeans fan) and would not surprise me if he was a fearnot (le sserafim fan), he played fearless (their debut single) in his camping vlog, he was asked to sing antifragile many times (including by namjoon, who also seems to be a fan of them)

bts as a whole have been nice and supportive of their juniors (as they did not really have seniors in the company or industry to do that for them), namjoon, hobi, tae, jimin, and jk have all either done a dance or sang a song from new jeans and/or le sserafim

le sserafim is filled with ARMY, most if not all of them have mentioned bts as someone to look up to/that they like, kazuha is fan of jimin and inspired by him as she is a former ballet dancer, yunjin was literally on army twt (https://x.com/saxophonist95/status/1651896094442373120?s=20), doing army selca day and very much a tae bias, they (like the rest of hybe lol) did the 'run bts' dance challenge, did tiktoks with hobi, jimin, and yoongi, one of my favorite interactions was when sakura and kazuha were asking jimin if he'd do a tiktok with them for 'unforgiven' (where he was the sweetest shy baby 🥺, giving older brother/grandpa energy 😭), yunjin and chaewon even sang part of 3D recently on a wv live (the "body to body" part) (https://x.com/Jungkook_SNS/status/1708553475356029022?s=20)

he commented under JIM BEAM's ACCOUNT, not le sserafim's or chaewon's personal account (like instagram or wv) about the SUGAR CONTENT OF THE DRINK, a question to the DRINK COMPANY. chaewon is just a new model for their highball drink ad, which we know jk likes to drink, including during his recent wv live and on suchwita, he's been dieting to the point he's not eating all day, drinking on an empty stomach, and getting fcking ivs for energy, all while he can't sleep (this boy worries me 😞😞)

gg stans love to fcking over exaggerate things, making jk out to be a pervert and p*do (even when chaewon is 23) bc of the bs people have been spreading about him towards women, to the point k antis are trying to get 3D (even the clean version) age restricted on k charts and get his 3D performance canceled

most of the people being weird about jk were not even fearnots (a lot of army also stan or casually like le sserafim), but unfortunately part of the fandom are also blinks, exols, or other kpop groups stans who don't really care about bts/jk and will do or say ANYTHING to make him look bad bc they're bts antis

jk literally said he does not have a girlfriend or feel the need for one, stop implying he's lying bc you're being weird or insecure about him interacting with something where a woman is present

let opposite sex idols be fcking friends, anytime male and female idols interact y'all make sh*t weird, most if not all of bts have female friends but for some reason (heteronormativity and homophobia) y'all can never be normal and just let them be friends. it happens all the time, especially with namjoon and jk. joon is nice to megan the stallion > he wants to fck her and y'all make him have a fetish with black women/people (people do this with jimin too...), joon is nice to halsey > he wants to fck her/is flirting, joon hangs out with so yoon (the girl he did smoke sprite with) > they're dating (even if there is a very likely chance she's gay/queer), joon attends somi's listening party (like jitb for hobi) > they're dating or he's trying to fck her

it's gets even weirder with jk bc since he was a MINOR people have been sexualizing him, he's thrown into the most bs dating rumors bc he sat near or looked at a woman (hell he doesn't even need to interact with them and psychos connect random sh*t as "proof"), plus i've seen/heard jk say/do things 1,000 times more sus with jimin, but y'all are going to look past that bc it's a woman jk's interacting with... most people (including me lol) don't think mingyu and jk are dating (outside of the jokes the fandom loves to make about anyone jk interacts with, except jimin) when they're out here hanging out together, getting drunk and looking at eo starry eyed while giggling on wv live, wearing matching outfits, jk was liking a shirtless tiktok of mingyu, they were in busan together, jk using mingyu's wv account to comment on one of their other friends' wv live, and many other things that were more sus. also that one time jk slapped his idol friend's butt at an award show and a fan (of that idol) started accusing jk of sa and bh had to sue

also tiktok algorithm is a thing, we know jk follows all hybe groups (including le sserafim), he likes memes and funny videos, he likes alcohol (especially highball), so it's not that far off to say that it might just have showed up on his feed (like i'll call out a solo on twt/x and suddenly my 'for you' section is filled with fcking pjms or jjks 😞, and i then have to spend a couple minutes blocking and clearing my tl), and not necessarily him looking it up bc he wants to fck her or is an obsessed fan (saw some chaewon solos and fearnots (including some big fan accounts 😐) say he's chaewon biased which might have led to kpop stans losing their sh*t)

also i found out chaewon fans (gg stans in general) have a tendency to be overprotective (some guy gave her a rose as part of a scripted thing on a variety show (i think??) which chaewon knew about and agreed to do and they (fans) lost it and threatened the guy to the point he came out and said he's no longer going to interact with female idols), and sometimes i get it bc south korea isn't the best place for women and even less in the idol industry (especially with the amount of grown ass male stans of ggs), like even when le sserafim on this variety show where one of the hosts has a reputation of messing with young female japanese idols (member of twice i think?) and he was making weird comments towards kazuha (she was 19 and is japanese) and every corner of kpop stan twt (including army) were upset and protecting her

pls let just jk interact with people (especially women 😞) without assuming he's fcking them, go outside and make friends (even of the opposite sex), and deal with your sex deprived bs elsewhere anon!

if y'all (kpop stans/weirdos) ruin my sseratan interactions istg....

i need eunchae and jk to interact badly bc that basically his daughter/twin (https://x.com/vyunmiin/status/1609513373414326272?s=20) (https://x.com/jjksamore/status/1610615833754992641?s=20), also i need to see yunjin around her bias (tae 🥺😭)

Damn. Anon came prepared. I don't think I need to add anything else. Anon, please accept this heart. Good job

[oh-my-damn]

However, power imbalance wise, it's gross if he does that. Like if it is real and they're in love then there is some parts of it, at its roots, thats rotten. Bc he does not at all seem invested in her life, her hobbies, her personality. It's all been adapted to fit him and his needs.

This is part of what makes it so weird because he has always said he doesn’t like when a girlfriend adapts to his life. He has said he likes when they have their own thing going on unless maybe that’s why he chose someone that lives in another country ? He can just get rid of her when she adapts too much 🤷🏻‍♀️ any way you look at this thing it is the opposite of almost everything he has said he doesn’t like the only exception is being in control.

Soooooo many of you sent me something along the lines of this

I'm going to say this once and delete the others bc I understand why you all refer back to this but once I tell you this, you will no longer be doing that lol

Guys.

Have you not realized that we basically cannot trust anything he's ever said in an interview that painted him in a purely perfect light?

We've all found out more real shit about him in the past 4 months than in the last ten years, like the facts are staring you in the face.

I am willing to bet, without double checking, that he has not said that in an interview since either, before he dated Jenny, or since he left Marvel.

Because he hasn't said that he wanted a bossbitch/independent woman in a very, very long time. The interviews I remember them from are old, we're talking 2011-2015 MAX. But perhaps @nancydrewwouldnever knows something about this, I could be wrong.

The one thing I do know though, is how he talked about relationships and partners this last November when SMA came out. And an "independent strong woman with her own life and opinions and goals" does not fit that description. AT. ALL.

SO MUCH of what we think we know/knew about him were lies, fed to us by the Marvel machine bc they wanted us to believe him as Captain America. It's not true. He isn't real.

That family man who wants to get married and have kids and settle down and all that jazz? Maybe some part of him is in there.... But so is the narcissistic mama's boy who loves to go out and hook up routinely with young girls, the one who primarily does fuckbuddy situations and smokes a lot of weed and who says that if he hadn't become famous what he would have done with his life is "nothing."

I beg you all to look at back at all those interviews, with what we know now, and see them for what they are. So many of them are literally lines he's being fed (which is also why its the same lines over, and over, and over again.)

I understand breaking up with the idea of him is tough which is also why I wanted to write this. I don't blame anyone for believing in that person or him etc still. But lets stop using examples from his past interviews at this point, the only ones I would trust are the ones that are crazy (like the one where he got the interviewer drunk and she slept over at his house) or where he's not portrayed as americas golden boy (like the esquire 2020 interview).

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

It has been such an interesting ride seeing different people's INTENSE emotions toward Volo and Kamado both good and bad. It shocked me so much how many opinions people had about them. When I'm playing an rp game I'm always kind of a go with the flow person who only really cares about npcs after all is said and done(with rare exceptions) because my brain can't balance story and "the grind" at the same time and MAN was I grinding. The story analysis is always a separate ordeal with me upon a replay or me watching someone I know play through it. So if you want the pov of a main character who literally could not read the room or intentions(false or otherwise) that's me.

So my first playthrough perceptions of Kamado and Volo were "Big boss who gives my boss big progression missions to give me so I can go to new areas" and "wait who are you? Bro, why are you even here? Stop following me. I literally don't care!... Who are you again?" respectively.

And when shit hit the fan my response to Kamado was "Ok? It will suck to not be able to change my hair, but I literally have only been in my room like once to change my eye color. :/ So your loss I guess."

With Volo it was like "oh it's this guy again. *reads name I forgot* Volo, my dude, why are you like everywhere? I don't want to buy your shit." Then he proceeds to kick my ass. That got my attention at least. <- person who didn't play gen 4 and didn't know Cynthia outside of art.

qkjqhq ok it is very funny to imagine a protag who was VERY deep into the arceus-mission grind-out-these-quests (since the quest system is like. literally in-game on your arc phone) and did not even register anything else going on. ok yeah sure whatever kamado can you stop talking uhh (squints) vo.. volo? what do you need. something something plate? hang on let me check to see if my god phone approves of- oh look beep beep a quest objective. yeah sure i can do that let's get a move on

anyway i think we are sort of polar opposites in this regard bc i. can't NOT think abt my protag and the story while playing any game. i'm the rp build person it's my one weakness. in my first (fully blind) pla runthrough i picked up the baneful fox mask and decided i was playing a straight-up zorua who managed to con their way into jubilife by pretending to be a very weird child (love ya wish <3) and then got VERY attached to everyone including kamado during the course of the story. second and third (current) runs were just akari and rei the default protags. i guess this maybe isn't that surprising considering i also just admitted to trying to keep my protag on a decent sleep schedule. it's called immersion

[alwayzraven]

Kardeşlerim Ep 95

Yasmin and Sarp were packing up Ahmet's stuff bc Seval suggested they donate them. Omer was there with them bc Sarp and Yasmin called him. Seval told him that he needs to ask for her permission to come to their house. Sarp and Yasmin told her that they called him. Omer left and Seval asked Sarp if he took any of his dad's expensive stuff and he said no. This woman is still after the money after all she did. I guess this is one more secret, can't wait for Sarp and Yasmin to find out that she killed their father.

Doruk asked his parents about their weird behavior on the day of the wedding and they said that they were celebrating with everyone else. Doruk didn't press them more since their explanation was logical.

At school, Berk asked Omer where Aybike was and she came from behind him and hugged him 🥰

Aybike:”Did someone miss me?”

Berk:”These hands, this scent, is it possible not to miss you? I’ve been looking forward to seeing you since 12 hours, 24 minutes and 7 seconds”

I can't with Oglucan resting his head on Berk’s back 😂

Oglucan:”Let me tell you something, this kid has lost his mind”

After class, Ayber and Asdor were sitting together outside at school and Berk was laying his head on Aybike’s lap ❤️ Berk was talking about how many times the mini bus rolled and he said he couldn’t count them. Asiye and Aybike told him to stop talking about the accident bc they were trying to forget about it.

Berk:”Okay, I will stop talking about it but before I do that, I was wondering about something ”

Aybike:”What is it? Tell us”

Berk:”If I died unexpectedly in a car accident ”

Aybike: 😧

Berk:”What would you do?”

Aybike:”May god protect you!”

Asyie:”I thought we were going to stop talking about this!”

Berk:”Okay, I am going to stop talking about it but I am really wondering about what you guys would do if that happened”

Aybike:”Berk!”

Doruk:”What should we do Berkom? Do you have any special requests for what we should do?”

Berk:”There is, my brother!”

Doruk:”What is it?”

Berk:”There is. Do you know what you should do? Laugh, brother! Look, laugh, don’t cry!”

Aybike:*so done with him*

Berk:”Do you know what you should also do? Wear clown outfits and come to my grave like that and I will be laughing from where I am sleeping and saying what are they doing”

Aybike:”Look guys, if I die, do exactly the opposite of what he just said, cry! I don’t want to see anyone not crying, especially you sweetheart, especially you! You won’t stop crying for years and years, Do you hear me? And I won’t even talk about looking at other girls because I know you won’t look at anyone *Berk was shaking his head*. Also, it be great if you feed the cats and dogs in our neighborhood”

Berk:”my girlfriend who has a beautiful heart! You’re thinking about the neighborhood's cats and dogs. But you won’t mention death again, okay? It doesn’t suit you anyway (talking about death)”

Aybike:”really?”

Asiye:”It’s sad, right Berk?”

Then Doruk talked about what he wanted them to do if he died. He wants them to go to a place they went to before and have a picnic there. This reminded me of the picnic they did all together before Kaan died. Then the girls told them to stop talking about death and Aybike told Berk:”If you die, I will kill you!”

idk how you can kill someone who’s already dead but I think Aybike would find a way 😂

Elif made a bet with Oglucan: she will make any guy fall for her. She was playing football at school and Elif said that she will make the first guy who comes out of the front door fall for her and that guy was Tolga. Ofc Tolga is interested in Yasmin so I thought they will be using Elif as a third party in another useless "love triangle”. Elif went to sit with Tolga at the cafeteria but he was sitting with Yasmin so he told her to go away. Back at home, Elif was in the kitchen cutting tomatoes but she was distracted. Ayla noticed that. Elif asked Ayla if she was ugly and Ayla told her that she was beautiful. Elif said that maybe if she wore makeup and pretty clothes, guys would be interested in her. Berk came to the kitchen and told them that they were invited to Akif's house for dinner and Elif asked Berk if Tolga was coming. Ayla told her that she will help her get ready and Elif thanked her and told her that she's like a mother to her. When Oglucan opened the door, he was stunned and kept looking at Elif. Later during dinner, he told her that she looked pretty and she was happy. Oglucan told her that he liked her normal look. She asked Tolga about what he thinks of her look and he said she shouldn't ask him bc he doesn't understand these things. Elif told Oglucan that he won the bet and that she's giving up. I hope she is bc this was so unnecessary. Also, I love the chaotic energy these two have together and I can't wait for them to become a couple ❤️

Aybike was in the kitchen preparing potatoes and Berk was there too. He was complimenting her on her cooking skills bc it smelled good but Aybike told him not to expect such things from her.

Aybike got the potatoes out of the oven but the plate was too hot for her so Berk tried to help her.

Berk:”is your hand okay?”

Aybike:”I am okay but sweetheart, you could've been burned, what were you thinking?”

Berk:”I am already burned, Aybike, by your beautiful love, do you think this will burn me?”

Someone hose this man down!!! Why is he so horny in this episode 😂

Omer was chosen as the captain for the basketball team but the next morning, Susen noticed that the announcement said that Sarp was the captain. She told Omer and he asked the PE teacher and he said that since Seval is the new owner of the school, she wanted Sarp to be the captain. Omer was over it and didn't want to fight with Sarp over this but Susen was mad and she called Sarp disgusting. Sarp didn't like that. Later, Sarp, Susen and Omer were at the literature club. they were discussing a book and they talked about how the character was hiding a secret but then in the end he went to the police and told them everything. Sarp used this to annoy Susen and as he was about to leave, Susen called him stupid and that set Sarp off. He told Omer “why don't you ask your girlfriend about your brother’s accident”. Omer didn’t understand what he meant and at the same time he was pissed, so he ran after Sarp, shoved him into the storage room and strangled him while asking him what he meant. I think Omer thought Sarp was messing with him since they fought about inheritance the day before. Susen came and tried to get Omer off of Sarp but couldn’t. Omer was really about to kill Sarp so Susen told him the truth about Kadir’s accident. She told him that Melissa was the one who hit him and she saw everything. Susen told him that she wanted to tell him but Akif stopped her every time. She also told him that Akif was the one who brought Kadir to the hospital. Omer lost it and went to Akif’s house. He confronted him and Akif basically admitted that it was true and that Orhan and Sengul knew about it.

Omer called Asiye and told her that Melissa was the one who hit Kadir. Asiye was shocked, Doruk kept asking her what’s going on so she told him. Doruk got into his car and called his dad. He told him to tell him the truth. Akif said that his sister did not have a driving license and she was going to jail. Doruk got so mad and told him how is he going to look at Asiye’s face from now on. While Doruk was fighting with his dad on the phone two people tried to cross the street, Doruk saw them and swerved and his car rolled over. He was taken to the hospital but he died bc they couldn’t stop the internal bleeding. I’ve never seen someone get buried this fast. Berk wasn’t even at the hospital, the last time he saw Doruk was probably at school.

Overall, it was a good episode. A secret was revealed and Ayber got good scenes. I will miss Doruk and I will miss DorBer 😭 Concerning the timeline, I think they did a 3 weeks time jump from the ending of S3. Also, Oglucan talked about preparing for the university exam so hopefully that means this is their last semester in Attaman school.

[grntaire]

oversharing on the internet again lol

i kinda think i should break up w my partner and im super sad and confused abt it bc like. i love him very much and he is an incredibly kind person and is rly funny and attractive and all of these things and yet. i still feel like something is missing. like i never felt a magnetism to him or butterflies or anything like that? i would get excited when he'd text me and i would look forward to seeing him but i think i just need someone who matches my energy more? i'm definitely more outgoing than he is which is ironic bc i'm really not extroverted in the traditional sense. like i can talk to ppl plenty once i'm comfortable but it takes me a bit to get there. and truthfully being the more outgoing one in a relationship is not really a pressure i can handle. i'm also like, the only one who ever suggests we go out and do stuff. i genuinely can't remember the last time or if he's ever suggested we go out on a date, ever, and ik he doesn't mostly because of money which i get, and also bc he's very much the type of person who any quality time is good quality time and doesn't need to go out on dates to know that but it's really important to me and i've told him that and he's never done anything abt it. also when we do go out i usually end up paying for the both of us bc he's a full time student rn and i was working full time for a while and could kind of afford it but also like, no i couldn't lol. that's not to say he doesn't do anything for me ever, quite the opposite, really. like i don't drive bc Trauma so he has to drive an hour just to see me and he does it gladly, he's also given me so many rides to work before too. not to say we've been too transactional bc for the most part we've been okay about it but at the end of the day i think i just feel love on like, a bigger scale than he does, or i want a love that feels bigger than this. i am definitely more of a romantic than i let myself admit and idk i am so scared that i would be settling if i stayed with him.

but also generally i'm in an odd place w my life. i'm living at home again and i'm putting off my student teaching again so i can save up money and get my breast reduction and all that and i went through a whole career crisis bc graduating college in 2020 and starting grad school immediately that fall fucking sucked and i had wicked bad burn out that i'm still recovering from and i really struggled with whether or not with my love for music and if i still wanted to teach it. im finally in a place where i know its what i love and it's what i want to do, though, which is nice. i also need to restart therapy (doing so at the end of the month) and work thru my trauma so i can get my license bc oh man is it catching up to me and dealing w the guilt of ppl having to drive me places is slowly driving me nuts. so part of me is like idk maybe its not him maybe its everything else. or maybe its all of it. but it just feel like my life right now is so crowded and i just cant handle it all and my gut is saying i need space from him. but i'll miss him so much, too. fuck this fucking sucks lmao

[ask-serendipity-sky]

https://www.tumblr.com/serendipitous-sky/730531249357275136/do-you-think-jks-comment-about-asking-how-much?source=share

couple things as i'm an army and a fearnot

they're under the same label (hybe)

viral moment

he commented laughing under a tiktok where she messed up her speaking part during their song 'fire in the belly' (https://x.com/elsserafim/status/1692180175516291286?s=20), MANY other idols have made fun of it or referenced it, in fact most of south korea has as well, it's a meme at this point, which we know jk loves to make fun and reference things (jimin, g dragon, namjoon, basically all of bts lol, k dramas, ect)

he's a fan of music in general and likes gg songs

boy is basically a tokki (new jeans fan) and would not surprise me if he was a fearnot (le sserafim fan), he played fearless (their debut single) in his camping vlog, he was asked to sing antifragile many times (including by namjoon, who also seems to be a fan of them)

bts as a whole have been nice and supportive of their juniors

they did not really have seniors in the company or industry to do that for them, namjoon, hobi, tae, jimin, and jk have all either done a dance or sang a song from new jeans and/or le sserafim

le sserafim is filled with ARMY

most if not all of them have mentioned bts as someone to look up to/that they like, kazuha is fan of jimin and inspired by him as she is a former ballet dancer, yunjin was literally on army twt (https://x.com/saxophonist95/status/1651896094442373120?s=20), doing army selca day and very much a tae bias, they (like the rest of hybe lol) did the 'run bts' dance challenge, did tiktoks with hobi, jimin, and yoongi, one of my favorite interactions was when sakura and kazuha were asking jimin if he'd do a tiktok with them for 'unforgiven' (where he was the sweetest shy baby 🥺, giving older brother/grandpa energy 😭), yunjin and chaewon even sang part of 3D recently on a wv live (the "body to body" part) (https://x.com/Jungkook_SNS/status/1708553475356029022?s=20)

he commented under JIM BEAM's ACCOUNT

not le sserafim's or chaewon's personal account (like instagram or wv) about the SUGAR CONTENT OF THE DRINK, a question to the DRINK COMPANY. chaewon is just a new model for their highball drink ad, which we know jk likes to drink, including during his recent wv live and on suchwita, also he's been dieting to the point he's not eating all day, drinking on an empty stomach, and getting fcking ivs for energy, all while he can't sleep (this boy worries me 😞😞)

and the account responded

(https://x.com/firstsight_jk/status/1710551942827786439?s=20)

gg stans love to fcking over exaggerate things

making jk out to be a pervert and p*do (even when chaewon is 23) bc of the bs people have been spreading about him towards women, to the point k antis are trying to get 3D (even the clean version) age restricted on k charts and get his 3D performance canceled

most of the people being weird about jk were not even fearnots (a lot of army also stan or casually like le sserafim), but unfortunately part of the fandom are also blinks, exols, or other kpop groups' stans who don't really care about bts/jk and will do or say ANYTHING to make him look bad bc they're bts antis

jk literally said he does not have a girlfriend or feel the need for one

stop implying he's lying bc you're being weird or insecure about him interacting with something where a woman is present

let opposite sex idols be fcking friends

anytime male and female idols interact y'all make sh*t weird, most if not all of bts have female friends but for some reason (heteronormativity and homophobia) y'all can never be normal and just let them be friends.

it happens all the time, especially with namjoon and jk.

joon is nice to megan the stallion > he wants to fck her and y'all make him have a fetish with black women/people (people do this with jimin too...), joon is nice to halsey > he wants to fck her/is flirting, joon hangs out with so yoon (the girl he did smoke sprite with) > they're dating (even if there is a very likely chance she's gay/queer), joon attends somi's listening party (like jitb for hobi) > they're dating or he's trying to fck her

it's gets even weirder with jk

bc since he was a MINOR people have been sexualizing him, he's thrown into the most bs dating rumors bc he sat near or looked at a woman (hell he doesn't even need to interact with them and psychos connect random sh*t as "proof"), plus i've seen/heard jk say/do things 1,000 times more sus with jimin, but y'all are going to look past that bc it's a woman jk's interacting with...

most people (including me lol) don't think mingyu and jk are dating (outside of the jokes the fandom loves to make about anyone jk interacts with, except jimin) when they're out here hanging out together, getting drunk and looking at eo starry eyed while giggling on wv live, wearing matching outfits, jk was liking a shirtless tiktok of mingyu, they were in busan together, jk using mingyu's wv account to comment on one of their other friends' wv live, and many other things that were more sus that commenting on TWO tiktoks.

also that one time jk slapped his idol friend's butt at an award show and a fan (of that idol) started accusing jk of sa and bh had to sue

tiktok algorithm is a thing

we know jk follows all hybe groups (including le sserafim), he likes memes and funny videos, he likes alcohol (especially highball), so it's not that far off to say that it might just have showed up on his feed, and not necessarily him looking it up bc he wants to fck her or is an obsessed fan (saw some chaewon solos and weird fearnots (including some big fan accounts 😐) say he's "chaewon biased" which might have led to kpop stans losing their sh*t)

chaewon fans (gg stans in general) are overprotective

some guy gave her a flower as part of a scripted thing on a award show, which chaewon knew about and agreed to do and they (fans) lost it and threatened the guy to the point he came out and said he's no longer going to interact with female idols.

sometimes i get it bc south korea isn't the best place for women and even less in the idol industry (especially with the amount of grown ass male stans of ggs), like even when le sserafim were on this variety show where one of the hosts has a reputation of messing with young female japanese idols (a member of twice i think?) and he was making weird comments towards kazuha (she was 19 and is japanese) and every corner of kpop stan twt (including army) were upset and protecting her

pls let just jk interact with people (especially women 😞) without assuming he's fcking them, go outside and make friends!

Anon.

Well, what I said in my other 2 posts about this still stands especially after seeing this whole ask defending Jk when I haven't accused him of "fucking" Chaewon or any of the things you wrote about.

Go read what I wrote.

Sounds like the ones who should go outside and make friends are you all who start being offensive when you all leave aside your reading comprehension skills because you rather feel attacked.

[cross-armageddon]

Yep my brain has done it again here are what I speculate the powers are

Saki - so idk how to explain it but it's like redirecting electricity. If something has electricity she can redirect with surprising precision. It's like the opposite of tsukasa who can summon electricity but isn't very good at controlling it

Mizuki - so she can control how people perceive/view her. It's kinda like Kano from kagerou but op. I thought of this bc love can change how you perceive someone and blah blah blah idk I think that's how my thought process went. I remember a while ago I had this au where Mizuki had the power to sew things together by touching them but that has nothing to do with love so

Ena - I feel like she has the power to heal but in order to do that she has to inflict a wound equal to the one you have. Like if you got stabbed she's going to also have to stab you in order to heal you. That's why she rarely uses it unless someone is in a life or death situation

I feel like she would also be absolute trash at archery. Like the one time she actually tried she gave up and chucked the arrow and the target. This is really random.

Akito - he can remove any downsides to abilities or boost it or smth. The only downside is that for some reason he's really cranky for the rest of the day so he avoids using it. I have 0 idea why I gave both Shinonome's abilities that they avoid using that was entirely on accident

Kohane - I'm still figuring out her's but maybe it's kinda like piper? Able to sweet talk her way through situations? I'm still figuring it out

(I should probably let you know that I haven't gotten a lot of ideas for camp Jupiter maybe I'll update this list later)

Tsukasa - I mentioned it at Saki's part but he can summon lighting but is absolutely trash at actually aiming at people. If they teamed up they would be way to op

Kanade - like hazel she can summon diamonds and other gems and with enough energy she can form them into different things (the only issue is that Kanade usually looks like she's about to pass out at any moment)

Shiho - I feel like she has the power to amplify her and inanimate objects volume (who needs speakers when you have Shiho!). Like during a battle you need your troop to hear you somehow. Thank God tsukasa doesn't have this

Mafuyu - able to cancel out abilities (INCLUDING the veil or mist or whatever they call it) by staring at them for more than 3 seconds. I think she's the only person who is semi aware of another camp bc of that (outside of Rui but more on that later). Honestly it's kinda like dazai from bsd but oh well

Toya - why is Apollo the god of so many things it's so hard to choose an aspect of him to focus on lol. I gave him the ability to see a few seconds into the future for about 10 minutes. The only issue is that after using the power he's going to be out of commission for a while

Shizuku - I don't have many ideas but I thought maybe the ability to teleport certain distances? Bc mercury is the god of travel of smth. Maybe she can fight like those Genshin characters where they teleport every 5 seconds behind their opponent

Ichika - I think she's actually Greek (specifically dionysus bc I need to spread my ichirui sibling propaganda) and is how both camps find out about each other

I feel like both Ena and Toya have perfect pitch to some extent and are naturally able to write lyrics. Ena helps Mafuyu with her lyrics sometimes

Now to rant about random ideas that have no specific theme (they sound more like headcannons lol)

For WXS the signs are so obvious but they're too dense to even notice. Like Nene would notice that during the summer when she, emu, and Rui are all at camp half-blood tsukasa is also out of town but then thinks "ig since we're all gone he's spending more time with outside auditions" and Tsukasa see's Rui holding a giant bronze sword and thinks "Wow Rui has improved so much over the years with his inventions! I'm so proud of him." They all go to Rui and compliment him on his "practical effects" for Tsukasa (electricity flying out of his hands) and Tsukasa compliments Rui sword skills and gives him pointers and he is somehow the only one who thinks "huh this is kinda weird" but he doesn't say anything bc he's scared that he might be wrong and have tsukasa think he's a weirdo or smth.

Akito also at some point also suspected something but when approaching Toya and asking he lies and says that his dad takes him to a lot of concerts to try to indoctrinate him into classical music again and Akito believes him bc 1. He's dumb and 2. He believes everything Toya says.

Capturing the flag with the Shinonome's would be wild. Usually when they're on separate teams their teammates will try to keep each other separate as much as possible or they'll drop everything they're doing and start arguing. Sometimes their teammates use this as a bait to distract everyone to run over to get the flag. And when they're on the same team they keep trying to out do each other which leads to some of the most ridiculous plans or fighting ever seen (I'm talking about using a machine gun for close combat and taking fallen arrows to use as daggers which usually work??? Somehow???) It's absolutely ridiculous.

There's also a smuggling system ran by Rui and Mizuki which the Shinonome's use a lot (they can't survive for more than a week without cheesecake). The Shinonomes are ridiculously in debt thanks to this. They also smuggle things other then food which is how Nene owns a whole gaming setup and PS4 (hidden in a panel made by yours truly, Rui)

Camp Jupiter also has a smuggling system ran by Tsukasa, Toya, Kanade, and occasionally Mafuyu. This system mostly uses the fauns to their advantage. They have to avoid An though bc for some reason she's trying to (and failing) to take the role of hall monitor in the camp.

I think that's it for now. I'm so sorry for making this so long 😭. I feel like at this point I've made my own au based on yours lol. I'll probably be back with another essay (unless you don't want me to which is fine)

Tysm for this brainrot this is probably going to be living in my head for the next few months

Now brb I'm going to binge read the entire pjo series again

I just woke up and I got flashbanged with a wall of text /pos

Tsukasa and Saki sound incredibly silly, thank you I love that. The idea of them covering up each other's weaknesses has been in my head for some time already, I just need to figure out the specifics. When I was reading through that I subconsciously compared them to Aether and Lumine, because they have NA animations that mirror each other, which is amazing.

Mizuki was already in the plans and to be fair, your idea isn't that far off from what I had. I didn't post anything because I'm trying to figure out any other niigo member to pair them up with for the post.

Ena's simply reminds me of Yosano from BSD. I was wondering why the healing, but then I remembered "Oh right, Apollo's the god of healing too". The power would really fit her. And the archery thing is very Ena, she would do that. She still tries because she wants to make Apollo proud though (doesn't know Apollo doesn't give much shit as to what his kids use as a weapon).

In what way would using his powers make Akito cranky? Is it just a personality switch thing? If so, I don't find it much of an issue and why he would avoid it. It would be kinda OP for rap battles if he could do that to singing.

"Me when Vivid Bad Squad tells me to use my power"

I just feel like for Akito there could be something more.

As for Kohane, I was trying to avoid Piper-ing her too much, but that power fits her a lot lmao

Kanade's gemstone powers would be like Hazel, but with more control and without the curse methinks. But yeah, Kanade passing out isn't an unusual thing, that is like her average Tuesday

I'm a bit sceptical for Shiho's power - yeah, it's definitely useful and of course could be used for the battlefield, but it doesn't feel like a Mars kid power to have? It does feel like a Zeus/Jupiter (wavelengths in the air getting affected) or Apollo (Apollo moment) kid power to have, in which Tsukasa could have that anyway (Camp Jupiter's worst fear).

Mafuyu being more perceptive with the veil thing (thanks for telling me how that ability is called btw, I have read the books in my native language and it's translated to "fog" there), is a good idea, it would definitely help her out with a lot. I can imagine her as a kid having some misunderstandings over it, but she had to play around it. Imagine at one point some monster replacing her mom to attack her and she's like "wow that is already way better than usual", but still has to run away from home.

As for Toyer - a different Apollo kid is already getting tormented with prophetic visions, because I got too silly </3

TECHNICALLY for anyone that wants to remix this AU it would be fine as an additional power him or Ena have.

It's honestly pretty wild how many different attributes Apollo has, but we're still having troubles coming up with powers.

When you mentioned the teleportation thing with Genshin characters I immediately thought of Ayato's E skill. Surprisingly, I think it fits perfectly, because it's already pretty graceful by default and her having slashed a training dummy to bits in a bunch of consecutive sweeps with a sword (probably a gladius since it's shorter) just for her to go "oh my, I did that?" afterwards is a funny vision to have.

Finally - Ichika is up to anyone's interpretation when remixing this AU. I did very much audibly "aww" at the ichirui sibling thing. Could be fun, could be cute.

As for the misc. thoughts:

1. WxS is definitely too dense to not realize until it's put RIGHT in front of their noses. Rui could have the "yeah, I had a slight idea", but still be surprised. I can imagine they tried a fighting scene in one of their plays and all of them were like "wow, Tsukasa/the other's feel like they were born to battle with weapons like that".

2. I already had an idea for the "Toya tries to tell Akito about his demigod self", but that ALSO includes my OC, so yeah, if you act like he doesn't exists (which he doesn't and I'm only delusional), your idea is completely valid for your own remix

4. I think if Akito and Ena get put on the same team however, they also keep arguing, but they argue in a way they don't see anyone or anything else. They will be as loud as possible, but they won't even notice someone's attacking them, they will just slash through without looking and move on after defeating an ambush. They won't even know what hit them (literally).

Same thing will happen if you put Akito with another OC of mine. They both hate it.

5. Didn't Camp Halfblood have something going like they could request any meal they wanted or was it Camp Jupiter??

I'm trying to remember, because I feel like if Camp HB had it, Akito and Ena wouldn't have to smuggle cheesecake. Getting Nene her gaming consoles must be a massive feat to achieve though, since monsters get drawn to electric devices when used by demigods.

As for Camp Jupiter - Mafuyu doesn't seem like the type of person that would think of smuggling stuff for others, because why would she do so? Personally none of the Camp Jupiter people really feel like the type of people to want to smuggle something in, most of them have morals. Using fauns is a good idea though. Maybe very occassionally they ask them for some things.

Hayato would be the guy to smuggle stuff in, but he is one of my prsk OCs, so for any remixes I can imagine people skipping him

And yeah, An is trying to police everything, but actually ends up in a lot of trouble anytime she trains with Haruka... Their rivalry gets out of hand 9/10 times. An is trying to make up for it by being a snitch lmao

Haruka is already spared because it's Haruka - she'll smile and suddenly "Yeah true, she couldn't have done that on purpose"

And like I said before - this AU is free to get remixed.

I like keeping it open, because it will spark some creativity in others. People are free to add their own additional powers, people are free to write stories or make art, there's a lot of room to work on it!

I feel like I'm only laying down some sort of base, a foundation on what others could do with it. You are free to brainstorm ideas and pitch in to help me. Working on an idea like this, especially YEARS after having last read PJO, is pretty dang difficult and it's easy to hit an artist/writer block.

I really enjoy getting asks like that, because it's amazing to engage in a community like that

PS How do you feel about including the sekai aspect of project sekai into this..? I've been wondering whether or not to include it. Would their powers work in Sekai? How would the Virtual Singers react? I suppose whether Sekai exists or not in this AU is also up to all sorts of interpretations while remixing.