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Rhaenyra is better than me cause I would have killed my own father for her

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[fan-goddess]

hello!could you write a reaction to the dragon's house × !fem!reader, when she was flying over the sea with the dragon and one of the enemies was on the ship and shot from a crossbow.

(she and her dragon are alive but slightly injured)

Aegon,Aemond,Jacaerys Velaryon-romantic love

Alicent,Daemon,Rhaenyra,Helaena,Laenor Valeryon-platonic love

sorry if there are any mistakes! I hope everything is clear💝I've actually been thinking about this for a long time💥

HOTD characters reactions of when reader is hurt

The summary: The characters each find out during your usual flight around kingslanding that you were shot down by some people belonging to a certain group that hate the Targaryen traditions and believe it to be an abomination.

A/N: They’re all personalised and hopefully different backstories, but have given reader the same dragon in all of them as making dragons are hard. The wound is also pretty much same, but the severity is altered in some places. In the platonic ones I made reader call them mother or father, since I made them a parent. Some of these are very different as I expanded on some more and developed others. You can tell which.

This ain’t fully proofread we die like Luke!

Taglist: @valeskafics, @humanpurposes, @watercolorskyy, @omgbrcat @blue-serendipity @arcielee @targaryenbarbie

Warning: Wounds, various gore mentions, incest, kissing, tried to make it gender neutral and lack of descriptions but there are some scattered about! (if I miss any let me know)

Aegon Targaryen:

When Aegon heard the news from his mother who’d rushed to inform him of your sudden injury, he all but sprinted to the infirmary where you were being treated by one of the leading maesters.

“My love, are you alright?!? I am so sorry my love I should have insisted to accompany you! When I find the man who did this to you I shall rip off his head and feed his insides to Sunfyre and Shrykos!” He declares, the words tumbling quickly with how much rage flooded his body at the sight of your wounded self. You could barely keep up with him if you were being honest.

“Aegon, my sweet husband, it is fine! ‘Tis merely a flesh wound!” You insist, yet wincing as soon as the reassurance falls from your lips.

“And yet here you are heavily bleeding, and in very much pain! You should take some milk of the poppy!” Aegon says, looking around to find the bottle, even when you try and insist you were fine. “If you were fine you’d be with me, in our bed, safe and unharmed! So don’t argue with me wife or my wrath will be misguided!”

You merely humour him by sipping slightly at the small contents of the cup the maester had passed to you. Yet still, you can’t deny that the liquid had its desired effects, as your previously aching wound now significantly dulls down to a mere small throb once in a while.

“Now wife. Tell me who hurt you.” Aegon demands, his eyebrows furrowed and his grip tightened on your body as he insured you would be unable to get away from him.

“Just some idiotic men thinking themselves higher than us my love. They shot at me and Shrykos from their ship when we least expected it with bloody crossbones of all things, and somehow barely managed to skim us. Yet they somehow did not expect the very large dragon to get angry that their rider and themself was just attacked with no prior warning. Shrykos certainly made sure to enact on our lovely families motto. By the time she was done with them, there was nothing left but fire and blood sinking to the bottom of the sea.”

Aegons face slowly turns more and more relaxed, and by the end of your tale he’s practically grinning for joy as he kisses you deep on the lips. “That’s my bloodthirsty wife!” He mumbles against your lips, forgetting all about his past aggressions to make you feel as safe and as loved as you could be in his arms. The maester that continues to awkwardly stand their waiting to finish wrapping your arm be damned.

Aemond Targaryen:

He finds out before anyone else, as he tends to wait for you after your dragon rides if he’s unable to go with you that day. So when you come back later than usual with blood dripping down your arm and half an arrow sticking out of you, he certainly is very angry, and very much willing to get on Vhagar and hunt down and kill those who dared harm his wife. Yet he knows he must stay calm for you.

He notices how you try and mumble your dragons name under your breath, so when he makes it past one of the dragon keepers he makes sure to let them know that Shrykos may be in need of some healing. He assumes by the way your mumbles quieten after he says the order that that was what you were trying to tell him. Yet when he actually looks at you Aemond quickly realises you’ve actually fainted from blood loss.

Aemond rushes you to the Maesters room where he insists only the best work on you, even though he couldn’t afford to be picky what with you bleeding out in his arms and all. Though after a few threats and lot of claims regarding his dragon, the maesters quickly manage to remove the arrow and stem the bleeding whilst you continued to lay unconscious on the healing bed. Aemond stayed by your side the entire time, holding your hand tightly in an act of reassurance. Even though you were still unconscious.

He stayed with you the entire time though. Still holding your hand even when he fell asleep. When you eventually woke, three days after you were injured, Aemond was sure to reassure you that you were safe. Even though by the tenth time you were very ready to smack him.

“Tell me ābrazȳrys who did this too you. Vhagar has been ready for the taste of flesh since I found you. I am sure Shrykos too is ready for the thrill of the chase of those who harmed both her and her rider. Tell me, so I can make sure we can tear them limb from limb.” His words drip malice, and yet there is distinct comfort within them. Aemond has never truly been able to show his affection towards you with displays of anything other than action. And in this moment, it just so happens that action involves heavy bloodshed and possible carnage.

“Those men who hale from the vale. The ones claiming our traditions to be an abomination. A sin in the eyes of the seven. They surprised me and Shrykos as we flew above the seas and got some good strikes. But don’t worry ñuha jorrāelagon. Me and Shrykos made sure to burn them to blood and ash before we needed to flee back to kingslanding.” You attempt to smile to reassure your husband, but if anything it appears to make it worse as you wince at the pain suddenly flaring through your whole right arm.

Aemond stays quiet as he makes sure to force you to drink some milk of the poppy.

“Ābrazȳrys. If you were to die, I would have gone to the brink of insanity. I would’ve gone to those peoples homes and burned them all to the ground for what they have done to my wife. To the future mother of my children. They have harmed you though. The have scarred you. And for that offence alone, I cannot allow them a single more moments of breath. I cannot allow them to live.” Aemond storms off leaving you laying there in half shock and half admiration. You knew he would be true to his word. Which is why when not even a day had passed since Aemond had left, you’d heard whispers of what Aemond had done, and you smiled and thanked the gods for a husband like yours.

Jacaerys Velaryon:

If there was one characteristic you could say your husband embodied to the fullest, it would be loyalty. As no matter how many other women, maids and nobility alike, threw themselves at the future heirs feet he always ran back to you.

Even when other men such as the Lannister’s attempted to charm you with their admittedly horrible, yet according to them successful attempts, Jace was always there with a watchful eye, making sure all knew who you belonged too.

He was protective too. A dragon while not in appearance but definitely in spirit. Jace would always find a way to make sure you were safest whether you wanted him to be involved or not. Even this noon when you wanted to get one last dragon ride before dinner, Jace still insisted there was no need. Yet your stubbornness knew no bounds it seems, as while his back was turned you made quick speed to where Shrykos usually slept and flew her into the great distance. A mere speck in the sky before Jace knew what had happened.

You had started the flight laughing with the biggest grin on your face, eager to see the sights from the sky. Yet of course things turned worse as men from one of the many religious groups of the seven kingdoms took notice of you and your dragon, and decided to shoot you with their admittedly massive weapons.

You dodged the best you could, and yet with a scream from both you and Shrykos, you realised you were both hit.

“DRACARYS SHRYKOS! DRACARYS!” You screamed, satisfied when you hear the hells and the screams of the men and the ships bellow. With your good arm, you steer Shrykos to the direction of dragonstone and order the instructions, before all appears to go dark.

When you wake, all seems strangely normal. That is of course, before you see the giant bandaged wound that is your arm. You can see a hint of red peeking from the bandages and are about to see if you could rewrap it, before Jacaerys comes through and with wide eyes realises you are awake and well as you can be.

“My love!” He shouts, running over and encasing you in his arms. Not hearing the low hiss you make when his hands clasp around your still admittedly sore arm. “Where have you been!? You’re hurt!” He yells, finally taking noticing your blood that steadily pools to the surface. “Let us get you to the maesters!”

As much as it hurt you to have Jace pull you like he did, you merely let it all happen so not to cause an event bigger fuss of you than what he already is making. Yet when you get to the maesters chambers and nearly find yourself fainting, that’s when you suddenly understand your husbands worry.

When you wake up though, it’s the feeling of Jaces familiar warmth that settles you as you gaze on his sleeping form. Yet as you wake, so does he it seems. As not even a few minutes after you’ve woken Jace is quick to rise with you. His eyes wide and worried as they roam you for anymore possible injuries you may possibly somehow have hidden.

“Are you alright my love?!” He asks, his eyes still roaming for even a moment of weakness from you. “There maesters took care of your arm and the arrow. And I heard word from the dragon keepers who tell me Shrykos is healing dutifully from his wounds!”

“Good.” You simply say, hissing slightly as you sit up and try to keep yourself grounded. “I’d kill then if she wasn’t.”

Jacaerys laughs at your threat, and his face looks almost serene as he just looks at you. His eyes going soft as his hands continue to hold yours. It’d be an almost affectionate moment had it not been for the sudden flare up of pain in your arm.

“Fuck!” You yell, hissing once again as you’re reminded of why you’re even in the maesters room in the first place. “It is alright husband I’m fine!” You insist seeing the worry now marking his face.

“I will worry when I want.” He simply says, kissing you on the top of your head before moving to sit next to you on the bed. His head resting on yours as he puts his arms around you. Your eyes shutting as a sudden hit of exhaustion hits you, yet you welcome it fully as Jaces arms feel just so welcoming and calming.

Alicent Hightower:

Alicent had always been like a mother to you. Caring for you when you were sick and making sure that you were always in your highest possible health. It was probably why she’d insisted since you were young to fully call her mother, even though you were not biologically related to her.

Whenever she heard about even the slightest of injuries though, she always worried relentlessly about the damage. Which is why when you appeared before her clutching a bleeding wound from your shoulder, you’re quite honestly surprised she hadn’t dropped from shock.

“Oh my darling what has happened?!” She’d gasped, frozen in shock as she stood there not knowing what really to do.

“Bastards on their boats took a few shots at me and Shrykos whilst we were on our morn flight. They got two good shots at us to hurt us but don’t worry. Before we got here Shrykos managed to give them what was coming for them…” You groan, holding your shoulder in your hand that has now from the lack of adrenaline, has begun aching dramatically.

“Oh never mind the men I care only about you!” She fusses, coming closer before stopping half way, staring between your shoulder and your pained face. Maybe Alicent will drop from shock after all.

“SOMEBODY GET THE MAESTERS!” You hear a voice yell, before all appears to go dark before your eyes. When you wake though, it is as if the light is blinding you. You blink a few times to ground yourself, and it’s with a sudden surprise you realise that you feel a familiar warmth on your hand. You turn your head slightly, stiff from the lack of movement you think, and realise Alicent is staring at you with great worry on her face.

“Are you feeling alright my darling? The maesters have cleaned and sewed up your wound, but according to them it shall take a while for it to fully heal. You must tell me dear girl, in detail, what happened out there. What did those people do to you?”

“After me and Shrykos took off, we flew to the stormlands. We were drifting round shipbreaker bay, when those men the council warned us over took notice. Crossbows the size of my arm began shooting at us mother, so I am grateful they managed to get me and Shrykos only once.” At the mention of your dragon, your face turns to worry. Yet before you say anything, your mother quickly moves to interrupt you.

“Your dragon is safe my love. The dragon keepers have been keeping me up to date on her healing, and she is steadily heading to full recovery. The arrow has been removed fully, and the wound has stopped bleeding.” She says, her face betraying her as she is unable to hide her distaste of your dragon.

“Thank you mother, I appreciate the consideration. I know you have no love for Shrykos, nor any of your children’s dragons.” You say, your honesty true as you smile in thanks and understanding.

“You’re welcome my heart…” Your mother smiles, her hand reaching out to hold yours. Which while you admittedly want to shy away from, yet you push through your discomfort to allow your mother this moment that you know your adoptive sister would not have allowed.

“I do not want you to fly unaccompanied anymore my heart,” Alicent begins, shushing your with a single movement when she sees you about to harshly protest. “I have discussed this with your brothers and sister, and they have all agreed. Aemond has already taken the duty on his ever eager shoulders, and has said he will ride with you tomorrow morn at your usual time. It may be in your best interest to thank him next time you see him.”

“Of course mother…” You sigh, already dreading Aemonds smug face and wanting to punch it. Yet you withhold yourself from groaning out loud only from your mother’s sake, who is still holding your hand with intended comfort, even though she is doing nothing but make your blood pump fast around your body. Still, you say nothing. Allowing her to believe she is comforting you with a motherly smile on her face.

Daemon Targaryen:

Daemon had always possessed an amusingly short temper. It was especially tested though whenever it regarded to you. Whenever you got yourself hurt as a child, whether than was to do with training or just an accident in the halls, he always demanded to know the man behind your pain. It’s why you weren’t at all surprised when he reacted that same way when you flew back to Dragonstone and stumbled towards him with an arrow stuck in your shoulder blade.

“Who has dared to harm you zaldritzos? Tell me so I can show them what the exact consequence is for messing with a dragon. I am sure caraxes is already fuelled with my anger alone and is ready to face those who dares spill such precious blood.” Daemon snarls, his face unable to hide its anger as he holds your body steady so it won’t suddenly collapse.

“Bastards from the bloody ships on the bloody sea. Got us good… got us good…” You slur, every word feeling forced from your very gut as your eyes grow heavier and heavier.

“Don’t you dare close those eyes zaldritzos! Don’t you fucking close them!” You hear him snarl once more. But still, you cannot resist the temptation of sleep as you disobey your father and close your eyes.

When you find yourself waking, it is Daemon is standing by you while you slept. His eyes hard and stern as they observe you.

“I suppose you’re mad?” You can’t help but say. Your face admittedly ashamed as you stare to the floor, unable to hold his stare.

“Of course I am mad!” He yelled, refusing to allow you to turn your head away as he forces you to make eye contact with him. “My daughter has gone out without telling me, and she has gotten herself hurt the same way soldiers are hurt in wars!”

“I am sorry father!” You say, tears brimming in your eyes as the disappointed and anger shines through his. “I cannot control where those bastard men sail-“

“But you can control where you fly!” Daemon yells back. His voice rough and frustrated as the inner dragon inside him comes out. “I have taught you better than this zaldritzos! I have been teaching you how to ride that dragon of yours since you were a mere child! So why was it you were no doubt flailing about the sky like an amateur, when I know you could have done better?!”

“I’M NOT LIKE YOU!” You shout, shoving your father away as he stares at you with an expressionless face. “I am not a great leader, or a great dragon rider! I am still learning father! My lessons have not yet stopped being taught! Those men on the ships who shot at us were the ones you had warned us about. The ones claiming our great traditions to be an abomination and deserving of punishment. Me and Shrykos did not know their affiliation as we flew above them. Only when the arrows began to fly for our heads did we realise… I got an arrow in the shoulder, which has now since been removed. Shrykos though listened perfectly and managed to get out of there without any particularly damaging wounds. Still, my anger shon through her, and we managed to light the whole of the fleet up in flames before we flew back home. Where of course, you found me…”

Daemon is silent throughout your rant, yet by the end, when you’re breathless with how quickly you spoke, his hand is placed on your non-injured arm in an unfamiliarly comforting manner.

“I know you are not like me zaldritzos. While I have made you in my image, I hardly expected it to be your only outcome. You have become strong. You have become a fearsome warrior able to bring honour to our family name and our ancestors. I suppose… I may have forgotten that I too have made mistakes. I am sorry zaldritzos…”

The tears that had brimmed earlier in your eyes now tear down your face now that you hear your fathers words. His pride. So you do the only thing you can think of at that moment to show your appreciation. You take your arms and place them around Daemons waist, pulling him into a hug where your head is against his chest. Thankfully his arms seem to automatically go around your own body, and you can’t help but find this act comforting and safe.

“Thank you…” You can’t help but murmur.

“I would never let anything hurt you…” He murmurs back. Words which to anyone else may sound meaningless, but to you, you know they hide your father’s true feeling of care.

Rhaenyra Targaryen:

Rhaenyra had always been a sort of mother to you. A light to guide you in the darkest of your days. Whenever you took ill or had an injury, it was always she who stood by your bed, holding your hand in her own. Even though both husbands and loyal guards warned her of her possibly falling ill herself. Not that she ever did somehow though.

It was like that now. That afternoon, you had decided on a whim to take Shrykos on a fight around the coasts bordering the land surrounding Dragonstone. Yet it seems you coincidentally forgot Daemons talk about the rising threat of a religious group following faithfully the followings of the seven, as you tried to fly past them calmly and peacefully. Shrieking in fear when you realise it was not a harmless fly that flew past your face just now, but a very deadly steel-tipped arrow.

You barely made it out of there alive. The only injuries you yourself sustaining being a few arrow nicks on your shoulders, and the worse of it being a shallow puncture from one of the few successful shots. Shrykos though took most of the hits. Her rage seething the more those pathetic men tried to harm both her and her rider. It was quite satisfying you must say, when you flew away with the fresh smell of burning corpses still behind you, lingering on your clothes.

Yet when you got back home and were standing in front of your mother, that satisfaction quickly changed to a strange sort of guilt when you see her horror struck face.

“What has happened my darling!” She tells, taking ahold of your arm to look at your injury while you yell at her to try and say you were fine, even though you wince as soon as she yanks you towards her.

“Bloody men on the coast of Gull Town decided to shoot at us from their fucking boats. They got only a few good shots before Shrykos managed to get to them. By the time we left, we ensured they became fire and ash. I doubt there are any men alive after that….” You say, barely able to stand as the sudden blood loss reaches you.

You’re barely able to think as your mother brings you to the castle hanging on her shoulder. Soon, maesters surround you whilst your mother fusses by your bed to the left of you. She insists and demands certain things, but by the end, your grateful to feel the pain in your arm significantly lessen not only due to the lack of wooden arrow, but also due to the large amount of milk of the poppy that was pretty much forced down your throat.

“Is it all better now my darling?” Your mother asks, putting your hand between her own to soothe you as if you were a small child who’d scuffed their leg falling on some loose gravel.

“It is fine mother!” You insist. Even smiling as you play the part of the healthy child, able to bounce back from any injuries. Yet somehow she can still manage to see through your facade.

“Are you sure?” She asks again. Her brow raised in questioning as she makes you feel like a young child again. Small, and helpless as you cry to mother.

“Yes I am fine!” You firmly say, taking your hand from hers and placing it on the cold clinical bed sheets. Already missing the familial warmth your mother’s hands had provided you with. “I do not need you pressing!”

“Okay my love. I believe you.” Rhaenyra smiles, acknowledging her child’s want for independence. Moving from the chair she previously had sat on so she can place a quick kiss to the top of your head and smile fondly at the way your nose scrunches. “I will leave you now my love. The maesters had said you’ll fully heal by the moons next turn, but you’re fit to leave the bed tomorrow morn. I’ll visit you then.”

As quick as Rhaenyra leaves, you find yourself already wanting her motherly touch to tell you it’s okay. Your legs tucking under your chin as you hold yourself under the covers, letting your eyes shut so hopefully you’re able to wake up tomorrow by your mother’s voice.

Helaena Targaryen:

Compared to all your other family members, it has always been Helaena you were closest too. A close bond forging between the two of you since girlhood that not once has ever been broken.

You were with her when she claimed Dreamfyre, just as she was there for you when you claimed Shrykos. You also made sure to try and be with her whenever she experienced one of her, moments.

Yet that morning, you were way too busy trying to get ready for your usual morn flight to be with her when she took what the queen would call, a funny turn.

‘Blood of the dragon lost twice over. Beware the boats from bellow filled with men of hate.’

She’d seen your injury and the fire coming from your dragons mouth, and being the anxious person she was, she waited at the dragon keeps entrance with her hands fiddling with each other.

When you fly in holding your arm to try and stem the blood, getting off with difficultly as you try and not fall, you almost scare yourself when you turn and suddenly find yourself face to face with Helaena, who holds a bandage ready to treat you with it.

“Give me your arm…” She softly asks, waiting for you to release your arm from your grip so she can slowly and carefully take the arrow from your arm, choosing to ignore your vocal cries of pain so she can make sure to get the arrow out. When she does, she chooses to just drop the bloody wooden chunk to the floor so she can quickly wrap your now gushing wound, which she cleans with a slightly damp clothe that can’t have been out of the water bowl for long.

“What happened?” She asked while she cleaned your red streaked arm.

“Do you remember those men Aemond warned us about? The ones who hate us for our heritage?” You ask, waiting to hear Helaena unique hum to show she’s truly listening. “Well when I was flying by Tarth, those men were in there boats and obviously spotted me before I spotted them. So they shot at me till they hit me.” You shrug, regretting it soon as you did as you hiss at the sudden flare up of pain.

“It’ll hurt badly. I didn’t manage to take any milk of the poppy from the maesters, so we’ll probably need to visit them soon.” Helaena simply says, giving you a smile before she takes your hand in her own. An act you cannot say in words how much it means to you, given how you know of her usual revulsion for physical touch.

So you stay silent. Allowing her to lead you to the maesters with a small smile on your face, that is wiped right off when you become face to face with them. They stare at your with judgement and soulless eyes as they remove you from Helaenas comforting warmth and instead force you to feel cold metal against your flesh. They ignore you as they unwrap the bandages. Only giving each other looks as they wordlessly judge the state of your body.

It almost makes you want to tear their heads from their bodies and feed them to Shrykos. Who no doubt is feeling your frustrations and anger down in the dragon pit.

Yet you hold your tongue for Helaenas sake, who is watching the maesters take supposed special care of you from the corner of the room. She gives you small smiles whenever you make eye contact, and it’s only with them you manage to pull through. The milk of the puppy though they force down your throat certainly makes you more cooperative though you must say.

“Thank you Hel, for looking after me.” You say, staring at her as soon as the maesters deemed you healed enough and left you. No doing to go get the queen to inform her of your sudden injury.

“It is no problem…” She softly smiles back, moving forward to stand next to you so she can hold your hand in her own. Her soft flesh relaxing you possibly even more than the drugs flowing through your system. “I will always be there for you…”

Laenor Valeryon:

Even though you always knew that Laenor could never truly be your father, he nonetheless always managed to act like one better than anyone. While your mother was busy attending to your brothers, it was Laenor who was always busy attending to you, making sure you were fussed in a way a princess should be fussed.

He always made sure to give you the bestest care a princess may need it. Like right now for instance.

“I NEED A MAESTER RIGHT FUCKING NOW!” You remember your father screaming while your vision slowly began to blur in a variety of difference places. “Where are you hurt ñuha nūmio? Where is the pain? What can I do?”

“Arrow in the fucking shoulder.” You groan, bile building in your throat as you resist the urge to vomit. “Only there father. Shrykos was hit too. Fuck it hurts so much…”

“Do not worry dear girl! The maester will come!” As he says this, guards come running with a maester in tow. The guards take ahold of you carefully as you nearly collapse under the sudden blood rush. The maester barking orders for what to do to you to cause the least amount of damage to your body as possible.

When you get to the healing room, you’re placed roughly onto a bed where now a whole group of maesters now flock to you like a group of crows over a fresh carcass. They all say a different method on how to treat you, yet it’s Laenor whose voice shines louder than them all.

“You will not cut up or harm my daughter!” He yells, his voice firm and harsh as he glares at them all. “You will take out that fucking arrow, and you will heal her. Or I swear, as the heir of the realms husband, I’ll make all of you fucking regret it!”

All is silent, and yet with a firm glare they all scatter to complete your father’s order. Soon, cloth is finding its way in your mouth to quench your screams as hands force the arrow once imbedded in your arm is forced onto a silver plate. Blood gushing down your arm in an admittedly disturbing manner.

By the end, there is an elder looking maester stitching up your blood coated arm, and an arrow head and some wood pieces. Laenor held your hand with every scream and every clench of your body. He made sure you felt as safe as you could in the presence of the same type of men who killed your aunt. He also made sure to quickly push them out as soon as they were done with there work. Nodding along in a dismissive manner as they insist they are still needed.

When they are eventually shushed away however, with the door shut quickly behind them, Laenor quickly finds himself by your side again. His hand laced firmly in yours as he takes a lone damp cloth so he can clean away the dried blood still decorating your wounded flesh.

“Does it hurt much? I can always call a maid to fetch you some milk of the poppy?” Laenor insisted, his touch delicate as he makes sure not to harm you in any way.

“It merely stings…” You shrug, wincing though soon as you do due to the sudden flare up in your shoulder. “I do not need any milk of the poppy father. I can manage my pain.”

“I can see that…” He grins, even chuckling when he sees your own smile. “Though, I must ask. What happened? You did not exactly give me much information before the maesters came for us.”

“Me and Shrykos began our normal journey to the direction of Runestone. But on the coast of Gull town, it appears those men mother had recently warned us about, the ones who deem our customs immoral and a disgrace to a seven, spotted us before we spotted them. They took no time before they were shooting at us with giant crossbows on their ship. They took us by surprise, and managed to get only a single time, but that was enough to enact Shrykos’ rage. I didn’t even say the command father! Shrykos enacted our joined rage and set fire to their ships and their bodies. If they weren’t dead by the time we left, I am almost sure they are all at least dead by now.”

He takes in your words carefully. Murmuring small words every so often while he holds your hand as a sigh of sympathy. When your done though, his face is smeared in deep anger. A hatred you have never seen your father show ever before in your lifetime.

“Well it’s a good think they are dead though,” He finally says, snapping from his thoughts with a huff. “Because if they were alive, Seasmoke would be gorging on a feast right now!”

“Thank you father…” You simply say, falling into his arms that welcome you immediately. You close your eyes and allow yourself to bask in his familiar comforting warmth.

[em-dash-press]

Connecting With Your Reader's Emotions

We’ve all read a book or story that captured our hearts and made us feel things very deeply. It’s a superpower writers have, but it isn’t something we’re born with.

Connecting with your reader’s emotion happens when you’ve practiced writing. It becomes easier after each rough draft, each great draft, and each terrible draft.

But—if you want to save yourself some time, these are a few perspectives you can use to sharpen your writing tools.

1. Display Your Protagonist’s Inner Emotions

Your readers want to experience a character’s journey by connecting with them emotionally. We pick up books to feel things while learning something or just taking a break from life.

Displaying your protagonist’s inner conflict could look something like: She saw the ghost in the hallway, which scared her.

Your reader will feel more engaged if you describe how fear makes your protagonist feel instead of them feeling fear generally: She saw the ghost in the hallway and fear shot through her body like lightning.

You don’t need tons of flowery language to make your reader feel the same things as your character. Sometimes a minor descriptor or simile can do the job.

2. Show Your Protagonist’s Feelings Through External Reactions

Emotions don’t solely exist inside our hearts and minds. We also have external reactions to them. That could be nodding in confusion, shifting uncomfortably in a chair, or bending over laughing.

Consider this example:

“I love your laugh,” Anita said to Alice. “It makes my heart skip a beat.”

Heat spread through Alice’s cheeks as she smiled.

“Oh, you don’t mean that.”

You don’t need to mention how it feels to receive a compliment from a crush or why flattery is nice to hear. The physical reaction of blushing is something the reader can relate to and understand.

3. Make Your Reader Feel Something Your Character Doesn’t

This is a fun one. Sometimes characters have to figure something out, but the reader already knows what’s going on.

This could happen when you’re writing a horror story that is supposed to teach the reader about the joy of recognizing your own strength. The protagonist has the skills in the beginning to defeat the evil antagonist, but must reach rock bottom before cheering himself on. The whole time, the reader knows they can beat the antagonist and survive because they have the brains/strength/creativity, etc.

You could also write an enemies-to-lovers arc where it’s obvious to the reader that both characters are in love with each other long before they realize it. The reader should want them to embrace the scary feeling of falling in love, because that’s what you’re trying to teach through your story.

Consider Your Story’s Purpose

Writers have a purpose behind every story. What do you want readers to learn, consider, or experience through your own? You can use these methods of connecting with your reader’s emotions to make your plot’s purpose that much more powerful and engaging.

[serenaisavillain]

The Veiled Serenade

Summary: Prince Aemond and his brother Aegon traverse amidst the murky depths of Flea Bottom, where darkness reigns supreme. A web of intrigue is woven, fraught with forbidden desires and veiled intentions. As alliances shift and secrets unravel, the stage is set for an ardent tale of power, betrayal, and illicit love affairs in the heart of King's Landing.

Warnings: Contains sensitive themes, including imagery of graphic violence, as well as depictions of sexual assault and harassment. The story contains explicit language and mature themes, including substance abuse and addiction. Authors Note: I'd love to hear your thoughts on the fic. Word Count: 1.2k Series: II

Aemond One-Eye.

HE COULD HEAR the hushed voices all around him. The prying eyes. The second son of Viserys and Alicent sat staring down into his piss-yellow chalice of ale. His brother Aegon had whispered into his ear at supper that they should get up to some mischief, and Aemond knowing better than to let him go alone, indulged him. There they sat in the belly of Flea Bottom, in the dim light of a tavern surrounded by cretin.

Flies buzzed around sloppily made pies on dingy round tables.

His eye gazed upon the filthy wooden floor covered in spilt ale, retch, piss, and gods knew what else.

Aemond's garments stuck to his sweat-slicked skin, making them practically translucent, and his flowing hair was reduced to damp waves. He was exposed.

The jabbering was incessant and the young prince's ears ached.

"Are you not happy that we found this place?" Aegon slurred. His wrist twisted as he spoke, his ale throwing itself over the rim of the chalice and onto the table.

Aemond cleared his throat and cast his eye towards the small stage in the centre of the room.

A musician with a mandolin stood there plucking a solemn tune.

And there he saw her. A girl no older than him of nine and one, glided in behind the instrumentalist.

Her tawny skin glistened like a bronze coin in the vicious heat of King's Landing. She was statuesque, her frame draped in a thin, silk frock. Her hair sat above her head, a crown of leaves, their branches reaching up and out.

He observed her closer, his chest rising and falling.

Her heart-shaped face accessorized by her dark eyes and long eyelashes. Her broad nose cast shadows on her cheeks in the candlelight, and her plump lips appeared shining as though they were drenched in honey.

"As wind grows cold this winters eve

The babe will cry

The thief will steal

For hunger robs them both of joy

Their empty bellies whine and roar..."

The prince's eye twitched.

Her voice was silvery, each word she chanted clawing itself into his mind.

His heart clenched.

"Excuse me dear brother," Aemond muttered.

Aegon smirked at him.

"Like what you see eh?" He taunted.

"I just need to take a piss," the one-eyed boy huffed and walked off.

The moon was pregnant in the sky, its halo casting a glow over the white-haired prince.

He inhaled.

Slightly chilled air filled his aching lungs.

He could only imagine the night on dragon-back. How the heavens would part for him and Vhagar. The wind whirling through his mane.

"I take it you did not like my song my prince?" He heard a honeyed voice.

The prince swallowed.

"I feel indifferent towards your serenading" He said refusing to turn around and meet her eyes.

She chuckled.

The girl smoothed out her garment and took a step towards him.

"I do not wish to hear such slanders," He turned facing her, eyebrows raised, eyes widened and nostrils flared.

He saw the glimmer of mischief in her amber eyes before she opened her mouth.

"Slanders must be false to be slanders my prince..." she retorted with a smirk on her shimmering lips.

The young man rolled his eyes.

"That's not a very royal gesture," she gasped, placing her soft fingers on her plump cheek.

"Forgive me Lady..."

"Waters," she curtsied.

"Ah... it makes sense now."

The young woman arched her eyebrow.

"And what exactly makes sense?" She mocked.

"You're a bastard."

She slapped him.

Her soft palm licked his face as quick as lightning struck.

His eyes darkened and a smile crept on his face before he caught her wrist.

"I must behest you... do not do that again." He said lowly.

The girl laughed dryly.

"It is a good thing I am not your servant." She spat before boxing him again.

The prince grunted behind bared teeth. Taking her other hand and pushing her smaller body into the shadowy side of the stone tavern.

Her breath was ragged as she struggled against him.

He smelled the perfume of her hair; peach, summer fruits, and white flowers. He inhaled the oil of her skin, a voluptuous bunch of spices, and allowed himself to let his eye flutter close for less than a minute.

The doors of the tavern burst open and out poured two men in search of someone.

Their footsteps furious against the moist dirt below them.

"Y/N?!" A man hollered. Aemond recognized him as the musician on stage earlier with the mandolin.

He was tall and hulking, his face covered by a full beard and his hair black and of neck length.

"Aemond." his brother slurred, before swaying into the direction of his white-haired kin.

He was laughing.

"You filthy dog. I knew you saw something you liked... perhaps we can both..." He rasped.

"Fin!" the girl whined in protest.

"Get off of her!" the musician yelled.

Aegon laughed so hard he thought he might fall over.

"First come first serve. My brother spotted her first. Maybe you'll get your turn after we've finished." he spat, itching at his sword.

Aemond loosened his grip on the girl's clothes.

"I am not a whore!" She cried attempting to shuffle past.

Aegon laughed again.

"No, no. Of course not... what do you prefer to be called these days?" He raised his eyebrows.

The other man's fist tightened.

"Whether you wear a crown or not matters little. You owe her an apology, else you'll find your guts spilled from belly to balls." The tall figure grumbled.

Aemond grabbed his brother pulling him as he walked.

"Did you hear what he-"

"Shut up! you've had too much to drink." The sober brother responded.

AEMOND PACED AROUND HIS CHAMBERS.

Y/N... he thought.

The wind was cold tonight, blowing past the Dornish silk curtains and against his pale skin.

Perhaps he was too harsh with her.

He rubbed his forehead.

And his brother Aegon... he had made a fool of himself once again. His subjects were never fond of him, but now their family was surely falling out of the common folk's favour.

The boy lay back on the menagerie of pillows that sat atop the stack of goose-feather mattresses he called his bed, picturing Y/N's tear-stained face.

He had never stooped so low as to put his hands on a woman.

How in the seven hells would he make this right?

He had no idea.

The banging on his door startled him, and he rushed to clothe himself after stumbling to his feet.

Behind the heavy Valerian steel door loomed his mother, all five foot five of her.

[swearyshera]

Thank you!

This may end up being a long, rambly post because I'm a little emotional. But bear with me.

I am so incredibly thankful for all the love you've sent this week, and it humbles me to realise how much this silly little parody blog meant to people. Thank you for reading, liking, reblogging, commenting, asking, going absolutely unhinged in the tags... I read them all, and they've spurred me to keep going through 32 months, over 5000 posts, 40GB of screenshots and the wildest, most brilliant time of my life.

I'd love to thank people individually, but there's so many of you that I would inevitably miss someone out and that seems unfair! But I will say a special thank you to the She-Ra Uncut team, who I'm proud to consider some of the greatest friends I've made through this fandom, and whether we make many wonderful things, or never make anything again, I hope we can consider each other friends for life.

(Sob story time, feel free to skip!) In 2015, I had a huge breakdown. I was off work for 8 months, in hospital for a week, had therapy twice a week for a year... It was fucking awful. And though I got better, I never really felt like I had a reason to, and that I was just treading water until the darkness came back with vengeance. Then, as She-Ra ended, I made some silly posts that ended up as Etheria Nine-Nine, which led me onto what would become Sweary She-Ra. I had no idea how much this would change my life.

The response to this blog led me to write a script for a She-Ra Uncut trailer, and I loved it. I wrote more and developed a love for the craft, that I wanted to continue. It became a joy, and gave me a dream for the first time I could remember. So I kept writing, I kept learning and improving. In September 2022, I was sat in the Lowry theatre in Salford surrounded by the laughter of an audience watching a play that I wrote. That was the most incredible feeling of my life.

And I wouldn't have had that without thinking "Catra should be allowed to say fuck".

So while, it may be over (and it was pointed out to me that Sweary She-Ra ran for longer than the actual show did!), it's hopefully not the end. I'm very keen to make an audio sequel if I can, maybe several, and I'm not going to disappear into the ether. And hey, I don't know what the future will bring.

But there is a future.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you, everyone.

Alice.

(PS - Hi Crew-Ra, if you're reading this as I maybe suspect one or two of you may be. I am sorry but also not sorry, but also hire me when the strikes are over 😁. Thank you for making She-Ra, I love you!)

[sapphireeternal]

The woman of his dreams

Pair : Aemond x lector

Warnings: Fluff? actually I don't think there is none.

Notes: To be honest, I had a clear idea but then I got sidetracked, I'm posting it because I still like the way it turned out.

Context: How is Aemond with a wife who is a mixture of the first two women he loves in his life?

➤ Aemond since he saw you for the first time you reminded him of his mother's beauty. You are like a copy of Alicent, that was something that motivated him to talk to you. You have wavy hair held in small braids, with a light green dress contrasted with white, but in the part of your waist are woven some pink flowers. Showing a soft smile with eyes that have a characteristic glow.

➤ Then, since he saw you for the first time, he followed you discreetly the hours he was not in his training. With that he realized that your favorite places are the garden and the library, where you choose books on gardening and animals.

➤ The first time he talked to you was in the library where he caught you looking for some books for your plants "If you are looking for books to take care of your wildflower, it is at the bottom."

You startle dropping the book you had in your hands, you pick it up quickly to bow to him "I'm sorry my prince, I didn't mean to disturb" you say it softly looking at him nervously and place the book where it should be. "I withdraw so as not to interrupt your reading."

"My lady, you are not a bother, in fact I think you would make a good companion. would you like to join me for a while in my reading?" With a smile you nod and look for the book you wanted where he had told you.

➤ It became a routine for you to be with him in the library in the afternoons after your knitting classes. Aemond would read history or philosophy, while you were interested in books about mother earth, its stages, rules and care.

➤ Months after talking about your tastes and knowledge, he noticed how intelligent you were about nature and you became more interested in the battle of your ancestors and their history. Aemond noticed your interest in dragons, so he promised you that someday you will see the greatest dragon still alive.

➤ Thanks to Aemond, you met Helaena, a woman you loved because you were so much alike. With this he realized that you are the representation of the perfect woman. He didn't wait another day to go to his mother and tell her the news that he had found the woman of his dreams.

➤ A wedding was held some time later, where there was joy and laughter all around along with a great feast that was shared among the crowd. You on the one hand show a smile knowing that you have married a respectful and kind man, you knew that Aemond's reputation is of being someone cold and ruthless, but he has shown you that he is the opposite, Aemond Targaryen is a man that every woman should have in her life, but unfortunately for those women, this man is already yours. On the other side was Aemond, who for the first time shows a smile that the whole audience can appreciate, but still keeping his cold gaze towards the men who crave your gaze.

➤ In the early days of marriage you can see that Aemond has devoted all his time to you, without neglecting his princely affairs. Afternoons as usual were in the library, but sometimes it is interrupted by your desire to take care of your plants, then Aemond is reading sitting on one of the benches in the garden while you are in front of him growing and caring for flowers.

"Aemond, dear can you look at me for a moment?"

"What do you desire of me, my wildflower?" he asks looking up from his book, finding you with a flower in each hand.

"Which do you think your mother likes, Hydrangeas or Lilies?" you look at him hesitantly "I always bring her Lilies, because they are beautiful, but I also plant Hydrangeas, which are your mother's favorite color. what do you think?" you ask.

He smiles as he sees how you make a point of always cheering up his mother with the flowers you've planted these past few weeks. "I'd say Hydrangeas, if it's the color green she'll love anything" he says turning his gaze back to the book as he sees how you nodded and started gathering a bouquet of Hydrangeas.

➤ Let's talk about your relationship with your mother-in-law, Alicent knew you were a good woman for Aemond after seeing the affection and kindness you gave him when you both spent your afternoons in the library. After the marriage, they grew closer thanks to the little tea parties they have together and sometimes Helaena joins in. She is happy to see how her son is married to a woman who complements him, whenever I hear you talk about Aemond you always rave about him, like a woman in love. And that made her happy.

➤ Aemond's love for you is so infinite that he fights with sword and shield to stop anything that breaks his happy marriage. If you are sad or angry, Aemond will help you change that feeling to happiness, if you get hurt, they expect the person to hide well, because everyone can see the anger he feels and there is no better dish he can deliver to Vhagar than human flesh.

➤ Aemond's love for you is enhanced by having his firstborn in his arms, Visenya Targaryen, a baby girl who has your beauty aside from her lilac eyes and Aemond's signature bright white hair. Little one who I assure you will always be in her father's arms, while he admires her beauty like a mesmerized man.

➤ Aemond knew it from the beginning, you are the woman of his dreams, the woman who only has eyes for him and will always have her arms open for him when he needs you.

[pearljamming]

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[lullaebies]

Hi could I please request Alicent, Helaena and Jaehaera where they spend the morning with the dressmaker and jeweler. Just a mother and daughter and granddaughter having some peaceful fun

It took me a bit but finally got to this - this ended up so cute I feel. I hope you enjoy this little grandma-mama-granddaughter family time!

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“It sits beautifully on you,” her mother tells her, brown eyes warm as a doe’s at her view.

Helaena looks at herself in the mirror. The dress the seamstress has made her is an elaborate thing, sky blue with swirls of silver etchings and patterns. It’s a pretty thing if slightly itchy; the thread of the silver is course as she feels through the fabric with her fingers.

“It’s—” Helaena is about to tell Mother as much when skips of small feet are heard throughout the room. Jaehaera has been changed by the maids, and is now wearing a matching dress to Helaena, sky blue, but with etchings of gold instead of silver.

She comes beside her and Mother shyly, followed by the proud seamstress. Alicent beams in joy while Helaena gives her daughter a smile, clapping at the sight. Jaehaera has always been quite the gentle girl, hiding behind Helaena’s skirts and her twin’s back, but her cheeks are graced with a pink and pleasant hue, holding onto her dress and she familiarizes herself with it.

Helaena discards any concern about her own dress as her eyes fall on her daughter. In her youth, when Mother tried to say she was the prettiest girl who has graced the Keep’s halls, Helaena knew Alicent a liar, but seeing her daughter swishing the skirts of her dress, perhaps she understands. Her own violets eyes are not akin to a worldly animal, caring for its young, but her girl puts starlight in them, only by expressing such small joys.

She’s my prettiest, Helaena thinks. “You like your dress?” she asks Jaehaera, her voice sweetened already at the display of her.

Jaehaera is fidgety with her feet, the edge of her mule rubbing against the floor as she nods. “It’s pretty,” she raises her head to Helaena, donning her own starlight in her own eyes. “Mama’s too.”

Alicent nods, kissing the top of Jaehaera’s head at that. Helaena assumes she cannot refute her own daughter; she’ll accept the compliment with her whole heart. Itchiness be damned; this dress ought to be worn.

“Both mother and daughter took so beautifully to the fabric,” the seamstress says, looking at Alicent. “Are you sure you would not like your own dress to match them, Your Grace?” the woman asks. Jaehaera lifts her head to the dressmaker.

“Grandmother doesn’t wear blue,” she tells the woman, matter-of-factly. “She only wears green.”

The seamstress only closes her mouth nervously as Alicent opens hers, slightly red on her cheeks as well. “I don’t only wear green,” she says. Helaena thinks she’s looking to her for backup, but she won’t find anything looking at her. The last time she has seen Mother in a dress that was not green, it was in a pale grey one that might as well be green. Helaena sticks out her bottom lip and shrugs. Her mother rushes to look back at her granddaughter. “Mind you, sweetling, I have worn this exact blue for many years. My favorite childhood dress was sky blue.”  

Helaena blinks. She has never quite seen it herself, and Jaehaera surely has not. Such color on Mother would be beautiful, she’s sure; her Mother is one of the prettiest women in the court. She sticks to one, but no color will sit oddly on her.

“Can you wear it?” Jaehaera asks then. “I want to see.”

Alicent smiles at her awkwardly. “I’m afraid that one would no longer fit me,” she tells Jaehaera. “But perhaps I could show it to you. If you like it, we could make a similar one made for you, my love.”

Jaehaera nods excitedly; unsurprising, already at a promise of another dress. But while her daughter is satisfied, Helaena finds her own curiosity taking over. The dark greens that presided over her mother’s figure had the reds of her hair fiery and the circles of her eyes enhanced darker; would a soft blue ease on her features? Would it raise a smile on her face, as when she sees the color on her and Jaehaera?

“Make another dress of this fabric for my mother,” Helaena says to the seamstress, who is taken by surprise, just like Alicent. “I think it would sit most beautifully on her too. Don’t you agree, Jaehaera?”

“Yes!” Jaehaera says, most enthusiastically.

Yes, a daughter may deny a mother’s words, but a mother can’t quite deny her daughter’s truths. Alicent exhales with a soft smile on her face.

“I suppose there is no choice,” she says, looking at the dressmaker. “I do trust in you to make it well, then.”

“Assuredly, your Grace.” The seamstress says, beaming at the Queen.

Alicent hums, and comes up from where she sat. “I suppose we must see the jeweler now, too,” she says, a soft chuckle escaping her. “I can’t deny I do don too many emeralds these days.”

Helaena smiles at that. When they do see the jeweler, this day of innocent sky blue will continue. She already sees Mother’s own starlight in her eyes as they crinkle.

[person4924]

new about me

my name is sam !! thats basically all u need to know but theres (a lot) more under the cut!! i also have a strawpage that has some basic info (idrk how it works if im being honest tho)

last updated: august 5

i’m sapphic of some sort and ace

u can use any pronouns but they is usually the best !! (this is my pronouns page)

i’m neurodivergent of some sort (i don’t even know anymore)

a minor (don’t be weird)

my personality type is INFP-T

my theme will change like weekly prob bc i wanna change it with every new huperfxation i have!!

things i like (the things bolder r what i talk about the most)

harry potter (fuck jkr)

marvel

the marauders

boy meets world

it

osemanverse

paper girls

teen wolf

owl house

shameless

glee

stranger things

friends

andi mack

the last of us (i’ve only watched the show tho, but i know most of what happens in the games)

riordanverse

musicals

poetry

reading

cats

animals

fictional characters

music

movies

tv shows

art

writing

women

sitcoms

brooklyn nine nine

new girl

hamilton

grishaverse

stand up comedians

ocean animals (specifically sharks)

community

moths (and just kinda winged bugs in general)

greek mythology

dawsons creek

bojack horseman

halloween

the sky (like stars, the moon, the sunset, etc)

jelly fish

criminal minds

animals

ted lasso

scooby doo (the older movies from the 2000’s ish specifically but all of it too)

everything sucks!

the sun bearer trials

atypical

octonauts

spencer reid

bo burnham

dead boy detectives

will and grace

90’s movies

my fav movies are tick tick boom, my girl, dead poets society, breakfast club, the outsiders, hamilton, stand by me, cmbyn, lady bird, beautiful boy, luca, nimona, (500) days of summer, empire records, etc. i have a lot but this is just the first few i think of

musicals i like are hamilton, tick tick boom and the greatest showman

my fav taylor albums are folklore, evermore, reputation, 1989, ttpd and speak now but i love all of them really (please please ask me abt them omg)

my current hyper fixation is the marauders (more of a life-long obsession atp) and solangelo

i’m currently reading nothing !! i just cannot

my fav music people (i’m really just giving a short list of many): conan gray, cavetown, current joys, queen, rainbow kitten surprise, the front bottoms, harry styles, noah kahan, taylor swift, phoebe bridgers, the fray, coldplay, olivia rodrigo, billie eilish, boygenius, gracie abrams, sufjan stevens, maya hawke, the smiths, lucy dacus, julien baker, the smiths, sleeping at last, mitski, bo burnham, chappell roan, lorde, the revivalists, hozier, the head and the heart, mumford and sons, the revivalists, adrianne lender

i mostly post about whatever hyperfixation and/or character/person/ship has overtaken my brain, music and analysis things

i appreciate tone tags and i try to use them as much as possible

i’m always looking to talk to more people and i’m always bored (don’t be weird istg)

my fav books are any alice oseman book, the outsiders, the perks of being a wallflower, i fell in love with hope

child of athena (i think, idk how to actually figure it out)

i’m probably a reggie kin?? but it also changes with my varying mental state so i just say i’m marauders soup

biggest pandalily shipper you’ll find

i love love love making character analysis’ or song or movie or tv show or books or ships or whatever

i also write sometimes!! (i suck ass)

and i’m person4924 on ao3 but i can’t figure out how to link it

this is my spotify (my character playlists are my pride and joy and reason for living. i also have the best music taste you will ever encounter.)

this is my discord

this is my airbuds idk if anyone actually uses it but i thought it’d be fun to share music with mooties

please please please send me asks i have no hobbies and one friend and im always bored please please please (im on my hands and knees begging please please please (@iluvmultipleppl needs it to be known im only on my knees for them /j (they called me a whore and told me to fix it 😔)))

i have a tagging system!! idk how much ill remember to use it but yeah!! (its also new so only my new posts will have them) #sam shut the fuck up -> any original posts that don’t fit in any of the other tags #asks!!! -> asks #crazy? i was crazy once -> just any kinda longer fandom rants that i think are important sam sings :O -> lyric/music rants!!

[misstressviole]

People get on this app and say stuff like "he's so fine i want to get him pregnant" but If i dare open my mouth and say that Alicent Hightower has carried all 6 of Rhaenyra's biological kids and they're living and omegaverse drama I'm being vulgar and weird? The double standards are insane

[sliceofdyke]

what r ur favorite wlw movies u would recommend (and also possibly where i could watch them for free)

also unrelated but i was trying to remember the url u had right before this one and i can’t 😭 i’m terrible at remembering stuff like that. but i feel like u always have urls that are so You, like i remember i came back after a hiatus once and u sent me an ask like “oh im maddie btw this is my new url!” but i could already Tell lol bc it’s always aggressively aquatic and/or sapphic. queen of urls fr 🔥🔥

HI STARRY!!! resident dyke at your service 🫡 pleased to share some of my favs! linked is each movie's letterboxd, and ill also share where i watched them! (i recommend watching on a computer with some sort of adblocker extension like ublock origin.)

saving face (2004) dir. alice wu - MUST WATCH for all the gaysians out there! it's about a closeted chinese-american lesbian and her traditionalist mother, and centers on their relationship as well as both women's individual struggles in love and life. it's primarily a comedy but it has its serious moments, and i absolutely loved every second. racial and cultural familial expectations are an element present throughout this movie, and that's one of the reasons i like it so much. but i think it's presented in a way so that people who aren't chinese can understand! also, the relationship between the mc and her love interest is so engaging, and it really captures the struggle of many queer relationships where one person is more "out" than the other. the first site i found that has this movie in good quality was 0123movie.net!

next up is the incredibly true adventure of two girls in love (1995) dir. maria maggenti!! this movie was so good i audibly yelled at one point. although it's a lesser-known indie movie with a low budget, it has a raw honesty and heart to it that modern queer cinema often lacks (cough cough euphoria cough cough love simon). i was absolutely sold on the two mcs' chemistry and the progression of their relationship, and i loved how their blossoming first love was portrayed so authentically complete with all the rough edges and awkward glances. randy and evie were so endearingly dorky and cute, and i related to them SO bad. the heartfelt depiction of a multiracial sapphic teen love story really made me burst with joy. also a note to anyone who watches: trigger warning for pedophilia, lesbophobia & the d slur, verbal abuse, and threats of physical abuse. i can elaborate on these if anyone wants! btw a lot of more popular p1rating sites don't have this movie, but one that does is braflix.ru!

we all know her. we all love her. it's bottoms (2023) dir. emma seligman!! truly one of the best satirical works of our generation /srs. it's about two lesbians who end up starting an after-school fight club to lose their virginity before the end of senior year, and the shenanigans that ensue. bottoms does not take itself seriously at all, and lots of things make no sense plot-wise, but that is exactly what enables it to be so hilarious and silly. class periods are less than five minutes long, there are curse words in the school announcements, murders occur that are never addressed. and it's so FUN!!! a super good movie to watch with a group of friends that are as gay as you are. trigger warning for blood (lots of it) and comedic use of homophobic slurs. you can watch it on most p1rating sites but one that i've seen has it is myflixerz.to!

fourth, the half of it (2020) dir. alice wu! another masterpiece by miss wu, this time about a nerdy introverted high school girl who gets roped into ghostwriting love letters from a cheerful jock to the hot girl he has a crush on, and she ends up falling for the crush as well as they become friends. i watched it a couple years ago and rewatched it last year, and i loved it both times! i really appreciate how it's a story about friendship above all else and shows how platonic love can be just as important (if not more) than romantic love. and from what i remember, the filmography is also really good. this one is also available on myflixerz.to!

last but not least is kase-san and morning glories (2018) dir. takuya sato! anime movie about the budding romance between a shy gardening enthusiast and the charismatic ace of the girls' track team. this is a perfect movie if you want to watch something very low-stakes and laid-back! you can watch it on allmanga.to (this site has no ads on mobile which is so nice). i watched the subbed version but there is a dub as well. this movie is based off the manga of the same name, which finished in 2017, but there is also a currently ongoing sequel series about the couple's post-high school lives! if you're interested in reading that after watching the movie, feel free to reach out and i'll send you the website i read it on.

some other sapphic movies i've been meaning to watch but haven't gotten around to yet are: but i'm a cheerleader, the watermelon woman, portrait of a lady on fire, the handmaiden, and desert hearts!

hope this helps :)))

[pink-amethyst-tarot]

What People Love About You

take what resonates and leave the rest; only you can decide what is best for you...

P I L E 1 - P I L E 2 - P I L E 3

P I L E 1 - Life Of The Party

Six of Cups, Five of Wands (Reversed), The Devil (Reversed), The Magician, The World

Bottom of the Deck: Four of Pentacles

People love that you are so kind and creative you are. People see a childlike innocence in you, and it makes them so happy and makes them feel safe. You bring peace to people just by being in the room. I'm hearing, "life of the party". You approach situations in a non-combative way, keeping the peace and keeping tensions down. You're independent, free-spirited and you don't do things in a conventional way. You are always thinking outside of the box, showing others new ways to see the world. People see you as this very successful, inspiring and influential. People look up to you and they just want to love and dote on you and protect you and your energy! You are such an angel!!! You are so loved, and you are so wanted here and in the lives of many. Meeting you is life-changing in the best way and once people know you, they never want to know what it's live to be without you. You are so precious to so many people, my love.

If you want more insight on your personal situation, you can see this post and DM me or e-mail me to book a reading

I'm also running a sale on the Alice In Wonderland Bundle, usually, $33.22 but it is $10 RIGHT NOW!

If you feel called to, you can send in a tip on c@sh@pp at $oddlycozycottage

P I L E 2 - You're stronger than you know

Six of Cups, Wheel of Fortune, Five of Pentacles, Page of Swords

Bottom of the Deck: Eight of Swords

I feel that you are someone who has been through a lot of hardships. It may feel like life seems to use you as a punching bag, your heart, cupid's practice target. But despite all of what you have been through, you still expend kindness to others. If people don't know you, they don't know about all of the hardships that you have been through. They don't know that your heart is utterly broken. (This is kind of a separate message, but spirit wants you to know that the tides are changing on your luck. Good things are coming, and they will arrive in ways that you will not expect.) People see you as an inspiration; someone that they can look up to. When they find out about the pain and suffering you have been through, they want to become vigilantes in your name. They want to give you what you never got to have, and they are taken by your joy and wonderment about the world. You are stronger than you know. Your kindness and love are your strength. People have tried to take that away from you and you never let them, not really. Keep that up. Never let them take away what is yours.

If you want more insight on your personal situation, you can see this post and DM me or e-mail me to book a reading

I'm also running a sale on the Alice In Wonderland Bundle, usually, $33.22 but it is $10 RIGHT NOW!

If you feel called to, you can send in a tip on c@sh@pp at $oddlycozycottage

P I L E 3 - Strong, Kind and Giving

Six of Cups, Ten of Wands, Wheel of Fortune, Two of Wands, Ace of Cups, Judgement (Reversed)

Bottom of the Deck: Seven of Pentacles

People love that you are a very hard worker. I know you're tired of hearing that, but it's true! That seems to be a common theme amongst the piles. But not only that, you know how to take a step back and be proud of your accomplishments. When you win, everyone wins. You are a very giving person, and you want to make sure that your people are taken care of. You are also someone who likes to plan things out and then do them. You're not one to jump headfirst into things, if you can help it. I'm also getting that you are someone who is really good with change. When life throws curveballs at you, you know how to handle it. People really love how emotionally mature you are, and they feel like they can come and talk to you or ask you for help because of that. You're very social and easy to talk to. You're not someone who doesn't know what they want. If you are unsure, you won't move forward until you have all of the facts. I'm also hearing that you stand up for people. Like there is false news going around about someone, you are quick to shut that down. I'm hearing, "What are we doing here!? Are we in high school!" Keep being that strong and amazing person that you are. We need people like you in this world.

If you want more insight on your personal situation, you can see this post and DM me or e-mail me to book a reading

I'm also running a sale on the Alice In Wonderland Bundle, usually, $33.22 but it is $10 RIGHT NOW!

If you feel called to, you can send in a tip on c@sh@pp at $oddlycozycottage

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[thestoppingofaheart]

I feel so happy for those that can proudly display their Heartstopper books on a bookshelf. I would absolutely love nothing more than to buy all the comics and make an Alice Oseman shelf but I can’t. I secretly bought the 3rd volume and hid it at the bottom of my nightstand drawer, I read the rest of the volumes on Libby (library app). My parents are the kindest people on the planet, they just wouldn’t understand, and I’m not ready to put a label on myself. I would feel uncomfy if they knew the extent of how much I adore this story. I bought This Winter off of Amazon today and it’ll unfortunately go at the bottom of the drawer with my Heartstopper copy. I’m glad I found this series, it has brought me so much joy. I just feel so alone and isolated because I’m not able to share or talk about this love of mine in person. Tumblr is truly a safe space, I feel thankful.

🩷 💜 💙

[image found on Pinterest, credits go to rightful owner]

[ask-adventurer-alice]

Good morning everyone! The cross-dimensional internet has been quite slow as of late so this post may reach you late. I went to a party today and I got all dolled up. There was a slight theming of the 1950s, but I wasn’t around during that era so I went to the library to get an authentic look! I don’t think I did all that well, though.

The party was great! Got to hear a bunch of new tunes. Sounded a lot more modern than I’d expect from the 50s, but according to a friend I met, a lot of the songs were ‘remixes’.

Oh, speaking of which! I met this nice lady named... actually, I don’t know her name. She says she’s trying to start a new life like me! Don’t worry, I asked permission to post this photo. She was a joy to hang around with. Loved her adventurous attitude, got me to try lots of different things! Including drinks, haha! You can probably tell I drank a lot by the photo.

You know, she kinda looks familiar... Like those cup folk that Bendy has been all over. His husband also mentioned something about a Chalice going missing or something? And my friend there is a Chalice... I know I’m not supposed to really be looking at @lill-cute-fluffy-devil ‘s blog since Bendy doesn’t seem to like me all that much, there. But, I just gotta get to the bottom of this! She exchanged numbers with me so I’ll ask her as soon as I can. I know she told me she’s trying to build a new identity, but if she is Chalice, I feel like it ain't right to leave your friends wondering if you’re alive or not.

[Image ID: Alice Angel, with traits from Twisted Alice, wearing a white mask with a grey eye on the right side of her face. She has a hole in her horn where an earring is place, her hair is curled, and she is wearing a pearl necklace and a blue, 50s inspired, dress. She has drunk blush and is very happy/excited. Next to her, there is Chalice from the Cuphead Show with traits from the game’s version such as the halo due to being older. She also wears a blue dress, but it's more of a party dress. She too is smiling, but she seems more sober. The two are in at a club-style party]

[the-final-sentence]

Top Final Sentences of 2022

 I was everything I needed.           Xoài Phạm, from “The Greatest Pleasure”

He helped me find what I truly craved and identify what had been there all along: an unwavering sense of self.         Jennifer Chowdhury, from “In Pursuit of Brown-on-Brown Love”

Such an old, old memory, why should it make me cry?         Lloyd Schwartz, from “The Two Horses (A Memory)”

“I love you,” he whispered again, against the top of her head.         Mary Balogh, from Thief of Dreams

And he paused, in the space between inhalation and exhalation, and invited magic in.          Freya Marske, from A Marvellous Light        

“Nothing I didn’t already know, deep down.”         Dante Medema, from The Truth Project

It was a fine cry - loud and long - but it had no bottom and it had no top, just circles and circles of sorrow.         Toni Morrison, from Sula

For just a little while more, I think, let me hide here.         Jonathan Robbins Leon, from “The Same Kind of Monster”

In search of, an approximation:            desire of, love of.         Iliana Rocha, from “Elegy Falling Forward & Down“

I still crave the comfort of a hand in mine, the warmth of being claimed in the daylight.         Laura Bogart, from “A New Kind of Heroine”

And it is you, it is you she is holding like an open book, well-loved, in her hands.         Eve Alexandra, from “Heroine”

We survived to whisper our names to each other even if we could not yet confess them to anyone else.         Anna-Marie McLemore, from “Roja”

And this is the story of how I am caught.         Margaret Owen, from Little Thieves

I’m trying to hold on to this rope, and I’m trying to let go.         Melissa Faliveno, from “Tied, Tethered, Unfettered, Free”

Imagine you don’t fit anywhere, not even in your own head.         Bassey Ikpi, from “What It Feels Like”

I look to the sky and feel her ghost.         Colton Haynes, from Miss Memory Lane

It would be nice if we could talk about how we went online, driven by some sort of longing, and why we stayed there, pushing that want outward, over and over, until it couldn’t be ignored.         Kaitlyn Tiffany, from Everything I Need I Get from You

Care tasks exist for one reason only… to make your body and space functional enough for you to easily experience the joy this world has to offer.         K.C. Davis, from How to Keep House While Drowning

I had become one of the people on the street who knew where he was going.         Andrew Rannells, from Too Much Is Not Enough

Until everything was sea and sky, and the falling was flying, and he realised he was laughing too.         Alexis Hall, from A Lady for a Duke

Under the wrack and wreck of what had come before, the sky was new, and I reached for it with a yearning eager hand.         Nghi Vo, from The Chosen and the Beautiful

My beating heart is still yours, the letter said, and I’ll be waiting for you.         Dana Schwartz, from Anatomy

It won’t last for long, but it’s beautiful for now.         Linda Oatman High, from December

She holds my hand as I leave them all behind.         Erica Waters, from “Stay”

And then I fall back into my sheets, still warm and crumpled, and close my eyes.         Alice Oseman, from “Hands Against Our Hearts”