#but i LOVE this question and questions like this ahhh

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"Not if you don't let me," Daemon mutters, "kostilus..." he shakes his head, "ivestragon nyke skorkydoso olvie yno kostā mōzugon gō ao pykagon nyke hen." He scratches his eyes before looking at you. Please... tell me how much of me you can drink before you spit me out.

Crying, screaming, dying. The constant questioning and deprivation of assurance on both of them is killing me. They need therapy and I do too.

You melt wax over a candle and seal the letter with your stamp. He watches you do this, and as he does, he imagines all the times you did the same for his letters. He wonders if you did so with the same ease. He wonders if you paid it littler or more attention than this. He wonders if he'd ever be at the receiving end of your affections ever again.

He always wonders, but when he do try to be inside of her circle she always shuts him down. Good for you sis, make him suffer💋.

You come to life when you reach Aegon's quarters. The boy immediately runs towards you. You smile and lean down. He jumps into your arms and you tenderly pick him up, sealing him into a hug

"Aunt!" he beams, clutching your cheeks.

"My boy," you coo, embracing him fondly.

Aegon giggles, his little arms wrapping around you. You remain like this for a moment before he pulls away and grins, clutching your cheeks again, "play!"

"KESSA. KESSA!" Aegon cheers in agreement.

Ahhh my baby🥹🥹🥹, lemme put you on my pocket and lets runaway—far from this bs.

"Would they have liked me?" Daemon whispers.

AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! YES, YES, FUCK YES!!!!!

When he pulls away, he takes deep breath and mutters, "kepa iksis kesīr, Alaeric se Alyrie... shijetra nyke... geros ilas." Father is here, Alaeric and Alyrie... forgive me... good bye.

I need therapy.

Daemon reaches for you, one hand on your arm, the other on your back. He rests his head on yours, his voice is pained as he mutters, "they know," he shakes his head and presses a kiss on your ear. He whispers, "everyone knows."

The pain, THEEE PAINNNNNNNN!!!!

Friend... I could be your friend, thinks Daemon.

I mean🤨🤐..... you had your chances but you're too good at fucking everything up, so yeah, be friends with yourself, ig 🤷‍♂️.

Idk why, but when I'm reading this chapter the only thing I could hear in my thoughts is "Love's gonna get you killed, But pride's gonna be the death of you, and you and me". 😭😭😭. Siri, play "Pride" by Kendrick Lamar.

Tormented Spirit | 16

Part 1 [...] 14 15 16 17

"Is it such a sin to stand up for yourself?" you mutter as tears blur your vision. The way he reacted was visceral, instinctive even. "You never have to stand up for yourself ever again," says Daemon, reaching a hand to you, "come."

Daemon Targaryen x Hightower!Reader | 5k+ | cw: fem!reader, reader has brown hair, wife!reader, twin!Gwayne, arranged/forced marriage, canon divergence, alternate universe, slow burn, DD:DNE, violence, pregnancy, miscarriage, panic/anxiety attacks, suicidal ideation, attempted suicide, daddy issues/child abuse/family problems, mentions/depictions of mental/physical/psychosomatic illness, ye old misogyny, angst, typos, etc.

A/N: guys we're just gonna roll with the fact daemon knows how to braid hair realllly well ok stfu. also ASHFOASF long time no see i hope you enjoyyy!!!!!! | cross posted on ao3

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You find it hard to dress yourself for your clothes were far too heavy for you. What's more, they looked like they were eating you alive with how much weight you've lost. Your sister offered to have new dresses commissioned for you, but the moment your father caught wind of it, he made sure to send away any tailor that would fit you, insisting that you would regain your weight. You only did after Aegon was born, but as it remains, you look odd in your ill-fitting garbs.

By the time you are finished dressing yourself, you stare at your reflection. Black suited you, you think... it made the little color that remained on your face pop up.

Daemon emerges from the bathroom as you were about to fix your hair. His tresses looked tangled in its dripping state. A towel covered his belly and thighs, skin still damp. And his skin, his skin was burned. Were once you remembered both faint and deep cuts rested, now rested there was thick and textured marks.

"Dae-" you start but immediately stop when he heads straight towards his closet, hastily moving to dress himself.

You fidget with your fingers, unsure if you ought to help, approach, or even speak. You stare at him, hoping he'd acknowledge you. He doesn't.

You sigh and slowly walk to your vanity, though your eyes remain on him. He spares you a look, immediately looking away when he catches you staring. He puts on his breeches and pulls his towel off. He ties its laces, as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. It wasn't. In fact, it was not even an easy feat, as his hands were trembling.

You don't notice that exactly, but you do notice his frantic movements which were so unlike him. You wonder if it was consequence war, and you find yourself pretending not to notice in case it was the case. The last thing you wanted was to trigger him today of all days. You wanted the day you send off your children to be peaceful for the both of you.

You walk sit before your mirror, eyes on your reflection as you comb your hair. Your gaze keeps flickering back to Daemon though.

He notices, and can hardly bare it. He haphazardly puts on his dress shirt then grabs his doublet, pacing across the room. He shudders as he chucks his towel on the bed. He huffs and leans on the table where an ewer of wine laid. He chucks his top on the surface beside it and pours himself a drink.

His aim is poor. Red sputters on the table due to his shaky grip. He nearly makes the cup overflow, but manages to control himself. Quickly, the prince downs the alcohol, but it seems to do nothing for his nerves, and absolutely nothing for the maddening nightmare that was torturing him so greatly.

In truth, he did not know if he quivered out of fear or anger because of it. He did not know which part haunted him more, the fact that his subconscious thought this up, or the fact that it might be true.

He gasps when he hears his name. He sets his cup down with a thud and turns over his shoulder. He scratches his eyes as he looks at you, face shining though your brows were furrowed.

"A-are... are you-"

"It's nothing," he quips, stuffing his dress shirt into his trousers.

You shift on your chair to face him and frown, "Daemon."

He freezes, jaw clenching with an unwillingness to confess what was torturing him.

You see his steely gaze and his tensed shoulders. You knew better than to pursue an uncomfortable conversation with him right now, so you lower your gaze and slowly shake your head, "I... I simply wanted to ask if you would help braid my hair."

He freezes, "what?"

"I thought it would be good to-"

Daemon grabs his doublet and hastily wears it, nearly sprinting towards you.

"- have you..." your breath hitches. You look at him through his reflection as he comes behind you, "... do it in the fashion of your house."

His hands tremble as he reaches for your hair.

"... if... it pleases you."

"It pleases me," he blurts, stroking your hair, "thank you."

You shake my head and sigh, "I-... thank you." You lower your gaze to your hands, "might I write while you do this?"

Daemon's brows furrow as you apprehensively turn to him. He shakes his head but then nods, "o... of course."

You watch him reach for the comb.

He feels its weight before shaking his head again, "wh... to whom?"

"My twin," you say simply, opening the drawer to pull out some parchment and ink. Your eyes slowly look at his reflection as you get your quill and shut the drawer.

Daemon nods. He grips the comb and shrugs. He shakes his head before gathering your locks and brushing through it. He clenches his teeth, trying not to sound so sour as he speaks. He fails, "you write to him oft?"

You nearly tell him everyday, but you change it to: "yes."

He notices that you had two pieces of parchment on your table. He cannot help the jealousy that blooms at the idea of you writing long letters for him. "Much to say, have you?"

Your eyes flicker up to him.

Daemon does not look at you as he parts your hair and begins braiding.

"What?"

"You have two pieces of parchment."

"Oh..." you look back to the table, not thinking he'd notice, "the other is for Laenor."

He freezes.

"I do not write to him as oft," you mutter.

Daemon cannot help the sound he makes. His breath hitches as he gathers your dark hair into his fingers. He chuckles rather manically, "of course."

You decide not to reply. You simply leave him to his work as you work on your letters.

You finish writing your letters before he finishes fixing your hair. Daemon watches you fold the notes neatly and prepare wax to seal them off. Part of him wishes to enquire what you have to say to those wretched men, but another part knows he might regret it. Surely, to your brother at least, you would air out your grievances. The prince does not know if he could stomach the knowledge you'd express your hatred for him with someone else.

You melt wax over a candle and seal the letter with your stamp. He watches you do this, and as he does, he imagines all the times you did the same for his letters. He wonders if you did so with the same ease. He wonders if you paid it littler or more attention than this. He wonders if he'd ever be at the receiving end of your affections ever again.

When he gets to the last part of the last braid, he finds himself unwilling to pin it in place with the rest for your hair. He stares at his work, at the interwoven plaits going down your shoulders. He tucks some stray hair behind your ear, so badly wishing he could kiss you.

Perhaps he could, but then you'd push him away. He would not survive.

Finally, he pins the last part of your hair and slowly withdraws his hands, "it is done."

You immediately come to stand and turn to him.

Daemon watches as you look at his unbuttoned doublet. His stomach drops when you begin to fasten them.

"Shall I braid your h-"

"No," he blurts, shaking his head, "I do not want you to touch me."

You freeze, unsure if you heard him correctly. You slowly pull away, "you... you don't want me to touch you?"

"No," he shakes his head.

You knit your brows and nods slowly, "I see... why?"

"Why?" he whispers, as if he was stabbed, "why does it matter? Do you want to touch me?"

"I... I want to be civil with you."

His nostrils flare as he chuckles dryly.

"I do not want to be at war with you."

"But we are!" Daemon blurts, "love is war."

"Says who?" you knit your brows.

"Says my bleeding heart," he mutters, as he fixes his doublet himself. His eyes begin to water, so he turns away.

You feel your throat tighten. You shrug, "is this your way of saying you love me?"

"I have always loved you," he turns back to you, tears staining his cheeks.

You laugh.

He rarely hears such a sound from your lips and seems to hate it. "Mazemā nyke syt iā pirtirys?" he mutters under his breath. You take me for a liar.

You chuckle again and shake your head. You shrug, "mazeman ao syt iā mittys." I take you for a fool.

Daemon lowers his head.

You nearly reach out for him, but then you remember he does not invite your touch. You turn to the door then back to him, "let us be civil today."

"No," he lifts his gaze, walking to the vanity. He grabs a hair tie and does his hair, "I want a peace treaty."

"What?"

"The Stranger has scratched my skin in the Stepstones. I know better than to believe civility can be achieved between your enemies."

You laugh again, but this time, it is far unbearable. It is loud and anxious and broken. You clutch your chest when you begin to feel it tighten, "and I am your enemy, Daemon?"

"Daor," he says desperately. He grabs your arms and rapidly shakes his head, "dōrī ao.... yn nyke." No. Never you... but I.

You stare at him as he slowly pulls away.

"I have become your enemy whether either of us care to admit it or not," he shakes his head as he turns to his feet, "I cannot reconcile my mistakes; I can ask only for a peace treaty."

You rub your forehead as you lean on your chair, "I do not understand."

"You-" he chokes. He clears his throat, "you say look at me and see only grief and loss." He wipes his face, "I do not want it to be so."

You huff and shake your head, "it is not something you can change."

"Not if you don't let me," Daemon mutters, "kostilus..." he shakes his head, "ivestragon nyke skorkydoso olvie yno kostā mōzugon gō ao pykagon nyke hen." He scratches his eyes before looking at you. Please... tell me how much of me you can drink before you spit me out.

"Daemon."

He looks at you, violet eyes shrouded by pink.

"I..." you shake your head, "don't know."

He sighs, "plea-"

"I'm telling you, I don't know."

He sighs again, shaking his head then nodding it, "sȳz." Fine.

You watch him step back and motion to the door.

"After you."

You stare at him for a moment and grip your skirts tightly in your hands. You draw a deep breath before walking off.

When you open the door, you hear the clanking of steel. You see Arryk and Erryk stationed outside your door.

"Princess," they greet in unison.

You frown at them, "Erryk... Arryk."

Arryk's eyes rather unwillingly catch sight of Daemon walking towards you. He clenches his jaw and steps aside, not wanting to see him. Erryk ignores him altogether as he reaches a hand for you, "will we be heading for the solar to break fast?"

You shake your head and push his hands down.

Erryk's jaw feathers as Daemon comes to your side.

Daemon's gaze remains lowered. He mutters softly, "kesan bartos naejot se ripo," before slipping past you and walking off.

Erryk eyes him hotly where Arryk turns to you, giving you a wary look, "what did he say?"

You shake your head and offer a smile, "he said he'll be going to the pit."

Arryk simultaneously thinks how fortunate and cowardly it was that Daemon will be flying off. Erryk says it out loud, "so, he's leaving on Caraxes?"

You rub your belly, "we will be sending our Alaeric and Alyrie off."

The twins freeze.

"I do not know if Daemon spoke to the maesters about it already," you mutter, "would one of you go and check. I... I do not want to see them... not like that."

"I can go," Arryk nods.

You nod rapidly and offer a smile, "thank you."

Just as his brother leaves, Erryk reaches a hand out to you again, "perhaps you ought to break fast."

You shake your head, finally taking his hand, "I... I will be sick."

His brows furrow, "you must promise me you will eat something after then."

"Erryk-"

The shake of his head cuts you off.

You take a deep breath, "you know it is hard."

"Then perhaps you can eat with the prince."

Your eyes widen at the idea.

It takes a moment for Erryk to realize why and he quickly dispels the thought, "Aegon. With your nephew, the prince."

You heave and shake your head.

His jaw tightens, "I would never im-"

"I know," you raise a hand, "I just... I misunderstood. Forgive me."

His nostrils flare, "there is no world in which you could ever do something that offends me."

You come to life when you reach Aegon's quarters. The boy immediately runs towards you. You smile and lean down. He jumps into your arms and you tenderly pick him up, sealing him into a hug

"Aunt!" he beams, clutching your cheeks.

"My boy," you coo, embracing him fondly.

Aegon giggles, his little arms wrapping around you. You remain like this for a moment before he pulls away and grins, clutching your cheeks again, "play!"

You kiss his forehead, "actually, we're going to go outside today."

Aegon blinks, his silver lashes fluttering, "play?"

You rock him in your arms, "zaldrīzes." Dragon.

He gasps.

"Gaomagon jaelā naejot ūndegon iā zaldrīzes?" Do you want to see a dragon?

"KESSA. KESSA!" Aegon cheers in agreement.

With this, you head to your sister's chambers and tell her of your plans for today. Alicent offers you a solemn expression before giving you a hug. She says she will change and inform the king. You then head off to the last person you wished to invite.

"Come in," his voice is deep.

Aegon leans into you as Erryk opens the door. You step into the Hand's office and nod at your father, "hello, my lord."

Otto lifts his gaze from his desk and furrows his brows, "what's happened?"

You shake your head as he slowly comes to a stand. You rub Aegon's back, "nothing... I... I've told Daemon about the twins."

He tenses at the thought, eyes turning to Erryk, who stood just by the door.

"We will be sending them off now."

Sending them off? Otto relaxes when he realizes who you actually meant. He nods and walks towards you. He places a hand on your shoulder, "I am glad."

You gulp as you look at him, unable to hold his gaze any longer.

The walk is long and quiet, save for the babbling of Aegon. He was rather fond of his grandfather's pin, and reached out to it every time Otto got close enough to.

"No," Otto would quip each time, raising a brow at the boy.

Aegon, none the wiser, would giggle, thinking it was a game.

At some point, the old man had to surrender his pin denoting his status to the boy when he managed to get pull on it. With a sigh, he hands it to his grandson.

You immediately pull it away from Aegon when he tries to eat it. You quip with a raised brow, "no."

The sight of your babies on a pyre sends a chill down your spine. The maesters and Arryk are already there, waiting for the rite to commence. The sight is too much, thus why you fix your eyes on Aegon.

Otto notices your discomfort and comes to your side, blocking your view of the pyre with his back. He turns to one of your wards, then the other. He motions with his head, wordlessly beckoning them over.

Erryk and Arryk oblige.

"It would be best if my daughter have this moment with her husband," Otto says, "stay back unless called upon."

Arryk clenches his jaw and Erryk purses his lips. Regardless, they nod and speak in unison, "my lord."

Soon, the king, the queen, and the crown princess arrive. It's rather fitting, for right after, there is a loud screech in the sky. Aegon immediately reacts, gasping as his hands fly up to cover his ears. A flash of red soars overhead.

The poor boy is overwhelmed by the sound of beating wings and begins to clamor and panic. You do your best to calm him and instinctively turn to your sister, finding her clutching her swollen belly in worry. You debate whether you should hand her Aegon, but you decide to try and calm the boy, not wanting to strain her by making her carry the boy.

You turn to my father, who wipes his grandson's cheeks and strokes his head.

You kiss Aegon's cheeks and rock him, beginning to sing, "the fishes swim in seas of blue, and dragons breath fire so red— shhh it's alright."

Caraxes soon lands before the pyre and screeches.

Aegon joins suit, screaming into you shoulder as he clings onto me for dear life.

Daemon sees this, jaw clenching at the sight. He watches Otto block Aegon's view of Caraxes, muttering something to the boy. He watches his sister come forward to calm the boy. He watches you rock him. The Hightowers are unified because of his brother's son. He unsaddles himself from Caraxes.

"DAOR!" Viserys screams, just as the blood wyrm cranes his head dangerously close to you. Rhaenyra gasps as he watches Caraxes seemingly try to attack. The king steps forward, repeating the command, making Caraxes pull his long neck back and screech back in offense.

Aegon shrieks in terror of the loud noise.

The king does not flinch, but he does turn to Daemon, "visagon aōha dyni, valonqar!" Control your beast, (younger) brother.

Daemon calls out to Caraxes, ordering him to calm and obey. He soon is on the ground, marching towards his dragon's head, "gīda ilagon!" He raises his hands, "gīda ilagon." Calm down.

Caraxes huffs through his nostrils.

Aegon wails into your shoulder.

The dragon screeches again.

Daemon grits his teeth, looking over his shoulder. He turns to you then his brother, "visagon aōha tresy." Control your son.

Upon hearing this, you glare at Daemon, "he's just a babe!"

Caraxes bleats at the sound of your voice.

"Do not be so defensive. A babe's wailing is meant to be annoying," Daemon rebuts.

"Here," Alicent mutters, taking Aegon from you.

"Ali-"

"It's alright, sister," she turns to you, kissing her boy, "I can manage." She turns to Otto, "might I have your arm, father?"

Otto obliges.

The two walk off, enough that Caraxes was not so close. You can't help but glare at the beast, though you knew any irritation you had towards him was irrational, as he was just a dragon and Aegon was just a boy.

Caraxes cranes over to you again, letting out another loud noise.

Both Daemon and Viserys call out to the beast, expecting the worst from him. Even Arryk and Erryk, who was watched from afar, grip their swords involuntarily and find themselves stepping closer as Caraxes pushes his snout into you.

Caraxes does nothing perilous but does huff. Still, it garners a corrective command from his rider, who comes in front of you

The beast makes a displeased sound, baring his teeth, frightening Aegon yet again. The sound of the boy's cries make you snap, "lyka, Caraxes," you call out, "skoros gaomā?" Quiet, Caraxes. What are you doing?

Daemon turns to you then Caraxes, calling him to obey.

Viserys watches his brother gaze upon you. He watches Daemon take your hand and reach it out towards his ride. His lips part as Caraxes leans into your joined hands. He turns back to his wife and frowns at the sight of his red faced boy. It was clear Aegon was frightened for you with how he was reached his hand in your direction.

The king sighs and comes to him, taking the boy into his arms. Rhaenyra watches his father rock his half-brother. He watches the boy sigh into his arms. She looks away, focus back to Caraxes.

Daemon leans against Caraxes. He mutters softly to him as he presses your hand into the dragon's snout. The beast is finally calm. You feel the warmth of his scales and you wonder if he'd eat you now that you were no longer carrying his rider's children.

Daemon topples back as Caraxes pushes into him, hard enough to brush against you. You gasp when he nudges your chest.

Your husband recognizes the affection and finds himself unable to bridle his own. He pulls you into his chest, pretending it was out of concern— to keep you upright. He presses his arm against yours, his palm resting on the back of your hand. He links his fingers into yours and rests your joined hands atop Caraxes, whispering, "he missed you."

You chuckle, looking over your shoulder to Daemon, "that's not possible."

Daemon leans his forehead against yours and you immediately look away. Though the sentiment hurt, he looks back at his mount and persists, "yet it's true."

Caraxes huffs and begins to curl before you. He then lies down, shaking his head as he did.

Daemon's eyes turn to the pyre, throat tightening at the sight of the two small bodies, wrapped up in cloth. It was no longer white, as time brought a brownish hue to it.

You look at him when he withdraws his hand. You watch his jaw clench as he looks to the distance. You pull away to place a hand on his rib, "do you want to go closer?"

His hand comes atop yours. For a moment, you remember how he said he didn't want your touch, but instead of pushing you away, he squeezes you. His lowers his head and licks his lips, "I am unworthy."

You face him fully. You shake your head and fix his collar, "you are their father."

You entire body seems to react when he speaks your name. Your shoulders tense. Your breath hitches. Your eyes water.

He watches you intently. He takes your hands and clutches by his chest. He frowns and leans closer, daring to press his forehead into you again.

You let him. You close your eyes and let him press against you. Tears rush down your cheeks.

"Would they have liked me?" Daemon whispers.

You chuckle bitterly, eyes opening. You see that his face is just as teary as yours. You sniffle and shake your head, "the gods only know."

Daemon wipes his nose on his sleeve.

You both walk towards the pyre. Caraxes lifts his head to look down upon you. Daemon frowns when he sees just how tiny the bodies are. He notices then they smell like the oil you put on yourself, albeit mustier. He cares little about the unpleasant undertone and presses a kiss on both their bodies.

When he pulls away, he takes deep breath and mutters, "kepa iksis kesīr, Alaeric se Alyrie... shijetra nyke... geros ilas." Father is here, Alaeric and Alyrie... forgive me... good bye.

Daemon turns to you, his hold on you tightening, "gaomagon emā mirros naejot ivestragon?" Do you have anything to say?

You step forward, biting your lips as gaze upon your babes. You release Daemon, immediately bursting into tears. You reach out to them one last time, lips trembling, "I wish you knew how much I love you."

You nearly topple back as you pull away.

Daemon reaches for you, one hand on your arm, the other on your back. He rests his head on yours, his voice is pained as he mutters, "they know," he shakes his head and presses a kiss on your ear. He whispers, "everyone knows."

You crumble. You turn to him and sob into his chest.

He wraps his arms around you, stroking your hair. He calls out your name, "I'm here now."

You whine.

"It would take sword and flame to sever me from you."

When you were calm enough, Daemon leads you off. He is vigilant of his surroundings but more importantly, you. By the time you and him stand far away enough, Caraxes inspects the pyre before him. He sniffs it and shakes his head. He cranes his neck back, looking at his master. They share a silent understanding.

Daemon has his arm around you as you continue to weep into his chest. He rubs your shoulder, looking down upon you, "would you like to give the command?"

You sniffle and look up to him, "what?"

He turns to Caraxes, who is already stood in attention rather knowingly, "I think he would obey if you commanded."

You shake your head, turning to Caraxes, "I do not want to." You face the pyre, wiping your face, "I've given them their sorrowful beginning. I do not wish to give them their sorrowful end."

Daemon clenches his jaw, "very well." He rubs your shoulders, "when you're ready."

You sigh, leaning into him, "I will never be."

He does not reply. He does, however, squeeze your shoulders.

You turn to him, a line between your brows, "when you're ready, Daemon."

He turns to you just as you look forward. He sniffles and turns to his mount, "Caraxes."

Caraxes rumbles.

The prince takes a deep breath, eyes fixed upon his children, "dracarys."

You gasp at the burn of the flames. The fire is so bright, it's like the sun stops shining for a moment. It's fitting, for that is what it felt to lose them. Warmth cascades across the ground. Caraxes screeches upon finishing his task. Aegon weeps again.

Daemon takes you back to the Keep on dragonback. He is grateful you agreed, though he knows it was more because you felt too weak to walk, rather than the fact you wanted to keep his company.

When he arrives at the pit, Caraxes squawks in recognition of the dragon that seemed to have just arrived, judging by the amount of servants and dragon keepers around.

When you land, hear a voice call for you and you look, not recognizing the voice. Daemon does, just as he recognizes the dragon.

Daemon dismounts and helps you down. You hear your name called out again, "who-"

"Princess!"

Your lips part as you turn to see the young man running towards you. You recognize him solely from his hair, "Laenor?"

Daemon eyes the boy as he bows. He eyes the flowers in his hand. Quickly, his eyes are averted back to you when you begin to weep.

Laenor is mortified. He nearly drops the bouquet as he calls out your name.

"Forgive me," you wipe your face and shake your head, "it is good to see you," you say, breaking into a soft chuckle, "to finally meet you."

Laenor gives a half-hearted smile as he nods, "it is good to meet you, though... I hear you have just come from the pyre."

You sniffle and nod, linking your hands together, "yes... I... we-" you turn to Daemon, "put our children to rest."

Laenor nods slowly, looking between the two of you, "my deepest condolences princess, prince."

You turn to him, finding he was offering you pink flowers.

"Bougainvillea," says the young lord, "I thought to bring you flowers since you wrote of picking them oft."

Your lips wobble and you sob even more.

Daemon clenches his jaw, reaching out to you.

He doesn't reach you though, as soon, you've thrown yourself into Laenor's arms.

The Velaryon yelps in surprise but naturally returns your affections.

"Thank you," you mutter, squeezing him tightly.

He chuckles, matching the intensity of your embrace, "it's nothing really, I saw some on my way. I'm glad you appreciate it."

When you pull away, Laenor catches the withering glare Daemon was shooting his way. He widens his eyes, only because he dares not to roll them, then hands you the flowers.

You gratefully take them, "thank you."

"You're welcome."

"I wrote to you just this morn."

"Did you?" his brow quirks, "you might be glad to know you needn't do anymore."

Your brows furrow.

"I..." he smiles softly, "... am promised to Princess Rhaenyra."

Daemon's brow quirks.

"Oh," you mutter, "oh..." your lips wobble, "d-does that mean you will be staying here?"

Laenor chuckles, "yes, I-"

He grunts when you embrace him again.

Daemon looks away and scoffs.

"That's wonderful!" you sob, "oh, my dear Laenor."

Laenor chuckles as he pulls away, "surely mine own company is not so much a relief from my uncle's."

"Careful, boy," Daemon snaps, eyes narrowing, "I respect you, but that doesn't mean I like you."

Laenor's eyes widen again, "of course, uncle."

"In any case," you wipe your philtrum, "I am glad to have a friend."

Friend... I could be your friend, thinks Daemon.

Laenor nods, "as am I."

With that, Laenor walks off and you turn to the Bougainvilleas in your hands.

"You write to Laenor about flowers?"

You turn to Daemon, seeing him grind his teeth. You nod simply, "upon his request."

He opens his mouth but then shuts it. Would you have obliged himhis request if he ever wrote back to you? He banishes the thought and turns to the ground, "you should plant them."

Your brows quirk at the thought.

"Grow them in your garden," he turns around, walking back to Caraxes.

You watch him caress his dragon. You mutter to yourself, "that's not how that works."

You wait for him to finish doting on his ride. You stare at your flowers as you do so.

When Daemon turns back, he sees you gently caressing the pink buds. He imagines you doing the same to his cheeks and lips; it makes him rapidly shake his head and call your name.

You look up at him.

Daemon's lips are curved into a frown, "I do not keep you prisoner."

Your brows furrow, "what?'

He motions with his head, "go."

You turn to where he motioned, eyes immediately falling on Laenor. You look back at him, "I-"

"He's surely famished from a long ride," he slowly turns back to Caraxes, stroking his scales. The dragon huffs, lying down. "I doubt you've eaten yourself."

You stare at him, brows knitting together.

He turns back to you, "go to him. Be with your friend."

You pull your head back, "I-"

"I wish to clear my head," he pats Caraxes, "I'll do it in the sky."

Of course, what he really wanted was to find solace in your arms, but he tries to convince himself flying will be just as good. After all, that was how he calmed himself before... before you.

"I'll be back before dark," he mutters, walking off to mount Caraxes.

You watch him climb on his dragon's back. You watch him as he commands Caraxes to stand.

You nearly ask him to stay, but your memories convince you to do otherwise.

You gasp softly when Caraxes takes off.

[starogeorgina]

𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

Pairing: Aegon ii x reader, Daemyra x reader, Aemond x reader

Warnings: Smut, cheating, swearing, incest

The golden hairbrush engraved with dragon scales falls from your hand when you jump, startled by the sound of a heavy thud. Chewing on your bottom lip, you slowly make your way from the bedchamber to the main room of your royal husband’s apartment.

Your eyes land on the stack of books scattered across the floor, then land on Aegon, who’s leaning against the wall and laughing to himself.

“My love, what are you doing?”

“Ahhh,” he waves for you to come closer. “My beautiful wife, where are our spoilt little babes tonight?”

“Don’t call them spoilt.”

He chuckles, “They are well behaved; I just love to see you pout. Are they still here?”

“No, they are exhausted from playing in the gardens all day and are sleeping in their nursery.”

Although you yourself weren’t a Targaryen, both your son and daughter had their father’s features, thick silver hair and lilac eyes. Betha, named after your mother, was five, and your son Aegor was three. Both of them were blessings. You were content in your marriage to the prince, although you wished for him to drink less.

“You’re a good mother.”

Bending down, you start to pick up the fallen books; Aegon shamelessly stares at your breasts. “Perhaps the gods will give us another child to adore.”

He smooths his finger over the velvet fabric of your nightdress. “I’m sure they will if you ask nicely.”

“I will pray for it in the sept on the morrow.”

“Always the good girl,” he smirks. “Perfect in every way. Perhaps we can come to a compromise. If you put on a show for me, I’ll give you my seed every night until it takes.”

You push straggly strands of hair out of his face. “You flatter me, my prince, but what do you mean by show?”

“Sit on the chair behind you.” Doing as he says, you sit down on the chair that’s facing directly where he’s slumped on the ground. “Good, now pull your dress up and touch yourself.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks. Aegon always knew how to keep things exciting; pulling the fabric up to your waist, your cunt is completely exposed, and you start touching yourself.

Watching, Aegon groans and strokes his cock until it’s completely hard. “Come to me, wife.”

Standing, you feel the sticky wetness from your cunt drip down your thighs. Aegon lowers his trousers down to his knees; gripping your waist, he pulls you down onto his lap. In one move he thrusts inside of you.

“Ohh gods.”

Nipping at your neck, he growls, “You don’t need a god, just me.”

“Just you!” You repeat while bouncing up and down on his lap, the burning sensation of his cock stretching you becoming more pleasurable.

His hands tighten in your hair the closer he gets, his once toned stomach, which is now soft from all the wine he drinks, pressing against you. “Ñ uha vok ābrazȳrys. Ñuhon, mirre ñuhon.” (My perfect wife. Mine, all mine.)

You hold him tightly as you come together; you stay wrapped up in each other's arms until the night's chill becomes too much, and you retire to the bed.

—

“Aegon, Aegon!”

He stirs in the bed and rolls onto his front, ignoring the obvious distress in your voice. You rip the covers off him; he groans but still doesn’t get up. Frustrated, you pick up the full jug of water that you brought in only moments before and pour it over his head.

“Fucking—what is the matter with you women?” Sitting up, Aegon shakes the water from his hair. “Can’t a prince enjoy a long lie-in in the morning?”

“It’s midday, although I suspect you are exhausted from spending most of your night in a brothel!”

He groans loudly like a child having a tantrum, “It was only a bit of fun. You wouldn’t be so uptight if you had more of it.”

Your lips tremble. While breaking fast, Aemond let slip how Aegon would no doubt still be smelling of the street of silk; confused, you questioned him, and the answer you received was not only humiliating but heartbreaking as well. “I’ve been nothing but an utter fool these past years; I truly believed you cared for me.”

Rolling his eyes, he says, “Whores and wives are different.”

Infuriated, you toss the jug at the wall, shattering it into small pieces. “Are they? Because only last night you gave someone money in exchange for sex, then fucked me after saying you’d give me another child.”

Getting to his feet Aegon tries to take your hand, but you push him away. “It’s not the same!”

“I know it’s common for a prince to stray from his wife…” you sob. “But did you ever once think about how filthy it would make me feel knowing you touched them and me in the same night?”

He says nothing.

“It shows how little you think of me. I’ve had desires as well, but I never gave in to them because I respected you. I was proud to be your wife.” You shove him in the chest hard enough he takes a few steps back. “But you do not care! I have been nothing but devoted to you, and you just do not care.”

Aegon calls after you when you turn to leave, “Where are you going?”

“To have fun, isn’t that what you suggest I do?”

He looks hurt by your words. You slam the door behind you before Aegon can say anything else.

—

You spend most of the day crying into a pillow in a separate bedchamber. You felt humiliated; coming from a proud house in the Riverlands, you knew better than to accept being treated anything other than like a lady, yet that’s exactly what happened.

What would your lord father have to say if he knew?

Aside from your children, you don’t speak to anyone else for the remainder of the day.

By nightfall you’ve overthought the situation so much that you’ve given yourself a headache and decide to leave the bedchamber. This was the first time you truly felt hurt and disrespected by your husband, and you weren’t sure how to feel. How often did Aegon lay with whores, then you? Did he view you the same as you? Did he respect you at all?

You’re so lost in thought that you almost walk directly into someone. “My apologies, princess; I should have been paying more attention to where I was going.”

Rhaenyra offers you a kind smile. “It’s not often I meet someone during my nightly walks in the castle.”

The princess had come to King's Landing to celebrate the king's name day with her husband and children. You knew of the Hightowers' dislike for the princess, but there was no denying her beauty, and from the little interactions you had in the past, Rhaenyra was always kind to you.

“You seem troubled; care to join me on my walk?”

Realising she’s alone, you ask, “Shouldn’t you have a guard with you, princess? You are the king's heir.”

She grins and links her arm with yours. “I won’t tell, if you don’t.”

—

Your moans are muffled by Daemon kissing you, his hands roaming over his wife’s breasts as she continues to press her wet cunt against your own. You hold onto her hips, keeping her in place when the spot she grinds on brings you both pleasure.

You weren’t entirely sure how you ended up between them both; it felt like a dream. One moment the princess was offering you a sympathetic ear, and after a while, you whined about your husband; the next you were kissing her.

You pull back from the searing kiss. “Fuck, this feels so good.”

Rhaenyra's lips part slightly, her sweat-coated breast swaying with each movement. You reach your peak seconds apart, and before you have a chance to catch your breath, you're flat on your back, and Rhaenyra places a knee on either side of your head. She brings your hand to her mouth and sucks on two of your fingers, and once they are coated in her saliva, she lowers herself onto them. The prince slowly rubs at your clit, giving you the chance to somewhat recover.

It felt sickly satisfying knowing that you were getting revenge by being intimate with someone your husband was so jealous of.

“What a spoiled little thing you are.” Daemon rubs his cock between your folds. “I’ve never seen someone look cock drunk before getting fucked.”

After a few more seconds, you tilt your head back and start devouring Rhaenyra’s cunt with your tongue. Daemon thrusts into you, making it harder to concentrate on pleasing the princess with your mouth. It was clear they had done this before, not that you judged them for it, especially when one of them starts squeezing your sensitive breasts.

It doesn’t take Rhaenyra long to come again, and when Daemon's thrusts become sloppy, Rhaenyra rubs at your clit. Tears pour from the corner of your eyes when you come apart on the prince's cock just as he spills his seed.

Daemon pulls out and collapses down on the bed. Rhaenyra gently gets off you, then lays down beside you. She kisses you softly, “You can stay here until you’re rested.”

It’s not until they both fall asleep that the reality of what you’ve just done hits you.

—

Four days have passed since your argument with Aegon, and you’ve not spoken since; any attempts you made were greeted with silence. Mindlessly you walk into your brother-in-law's apartment with knocking.

“What is it?”

“I know it’s late—forgive me, my prince.”

Embarrassed, you spin quickly to face the wall. You expect to find Aemond pacing furiously in his apartments, reading a book, or even sulking; you did not expect to find him bathing.

“Tis alright, good sister; you can turn around.”

Slowly you turn back to see Aemond has placed a cloth over his lap to keep his modesty. “Forgive the intrusion… I heard how Aegon berated and mocked you for telling me the truth. I’m sorry.”

He snorts, “For what? You did nothing wrong.”

“I don’t like the idea of anyone else getting caught in the crossfire of our marriage.

“Sit with me; I can tell you are troubled.”

You pull one of the chairs closer and sit close to him. You have always been close to the one-eyed prince; he was always polite, and since you shared the same interests, you were never short of things to talk about.

“I…I’m a fool, I know. I know who Aegon is, but I just thought after giving him two children, I would be enough.”

“You’re not a fool,” Aemond smooths hair out of your face. ��I’d cherish you; it’s my brother who’s the fool for not appreciating what he has.”

A dark laugh leaves your mouth when you can no longer keep the tears at bay. “Can I tell you a secret?”

He looks unsure but nods.

“My father begged me not to marry him; he always said Aegon would take advantage of my kindness. I left my home, my family, to be with him, and he just… doesn’t understand the sacrifices I made.”

“I regret telling you,” he sighs. “I did not intend for the truth to hurt you so deeply.”

“I’m glad you did, so I can see things clearly. I’d have followed him anywhere, but when I returned to the riverlands, he made no effort to come with me, and I made excuses for him. I think he’s embarrassed to be married to someone of lower status.”

“You are worth ten of my brother,” Aemond says sternly.

“Stop—”

He sits up in the bath, causing water to spill onto the floor. Aemond runs his thumb across your cheek. “I’ve been watching you for years; I’ve seen how kind you are to others. Know how intelligent you are; you’ve made more of an effort to learn my family’s mother tongue more than Aegon has. You’re beautiful.”

Looking at him through teary eyes, you ask, “Do you really think so?”

“Yes.”

Closing your eyes, you mentally try to prepare for the awkwardness that would take place when you returned to your chambers. The anger was fading away, and now all you wanted was to feel wanted and loved; it was pathetic, really.

You’re taken aback when you feel Aemond’s soft lips against yours. He mumbles something you don’t quite understand. “My Valyrian isn’t that good; I don’t know what that means.”

He chuckles softly, “If the gods were kinder, you would have been married to me and not him.”

Those were the last words you expected to hear. “Aemond—”

He cuts you off by kissing you again; his lips soon move to your mouth, and he whispers nothing but compliments, everything you wanted to hear. He nuzzles his face over your breasts, but the fabric of your dress is in the way.

Aemond watches nervously when you pull back and stand up. In one swift moment you discard the green dresses; now completely bare, you join him in the tub.

His mouth is on your breast, his fingers slip inside you, and it feels so good and wrong. It was wicked, but this wasn’t revenge. You just wanted to feel loved, and the more Aemond whispers how perfect he thinks you are, the more you want him.

More water spills onto the floor when you reposition yourself in the tub; you both gasp when you sink onto Aemond’s length.

“So perfect and tight.”

You brush the prince's damp hair to the side and bury your face into the crook of his neck; the faint smell of dragon, along with bath oils, fills your nostrils.

Aemond wraps his arms around you tightly while slowly thrusting into you. The younger prince has an innocence to him that Aegon didn’t; perhaps it’s why you felt so safe with him.

“I’m close.”

“I know I can feel it,” he hums.

Aemond tilts his hips in a way that causes his cock to go deeper, and his skin to brush against your clit. Soft noises fall from your mouth when you come, and the feeling of you tightening around him makes the prince groan.

Instead of moving you off him after he comes, Aemond kisses the crown of your head. “We both love you, just in different ways.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s true what I said: if you were my wife, I’d cherish you, but Aegon is not me. He’s selfish and a fool who thinks with his cock, but he is a man who loves his wife, no matter how poorly he shows it.”

You wanted to believe him, but it was hard. This was a mistake. You’d let your pain cloud your judgement once more: “I should go; the hour is late, and I’ll need to be up early for the children.”

“A few more minutes, please. I know after tonight this can never happen again.”

—

Feeling guilt and shame wasn’t something you were familiar with, but now it's plagued you for the last two moons, which is why you often avoided your husband. While studying Aegon’s sleeping form, your eyes gloss over; you hated him. You loved him but wanted to scream until your voice was raw and he felt the same humiliation and pain you did. Deep down you knew confessing wasn’t an option; Aegon would probably get over the sin itself, but knowing who you committed it with would break him.

You didn’t want that.

But soon what you did would be impossible to hide; you hadn’t bled twice now, and the maester suspects you are pregnant once more.

“Mama!”

Aegor burst into the room, his new favourite toy in hand. He runs away from the handmaid, holding his arms up. You wipe away the fallen tears with your sleeve and smile while picking him up.

“Hello, my sweet.” You cuddle the boy closer while he pays more attention to his wooden dragon that’s been painted over in a golden colour to resemble Sunfyre. Looking up, you met Aegon’s bloodshot eyes. “I didn’t mean to wake you, husband.”

“Avy jorrāelan.”

You didn’t know much High Valyrian, but you knew what those words meant. “I love you too.”

—

Despite your third pregnancy being the most difficult, it was now worth the suffering when the midwife placed the babe onto your chest, another son. The remorse for not being completely sure your husband fathered the babe had kept you awake most nights, and when you did sleep, only nightmares would come.

It was normal for the men to wait outside the birthing chamber, so when Aegon appears, the various midwives and other servants subtly disappear, leaving the three of you alone.

“They said it’s a healthy boy.”

Nodding, you readjust the top of your nightgown so the newborn can feed from your breast. “Yes, another boy.”

“I know why you have been visiting the sept every day, why you’ve been seeking forgiveness.”

You start to sob.

“I don’t mean to upset you. I don’t care; I deserved it. I have done wrong to you many times in different ways, and you always forgave me.”

“Aegon…”

“You wanted another child to adore, and now you have one, and he’s perfect.” He sits on the bed beside you, although a tear rolls down his cheek. Aegon smiles. “The boy has his mother's beauty, and for that I am glad. I’ve always wanted one to look like you.”

“I love them all the same.”

“As do I,” he kisses your forehead. “Our family is complete; let us think no more of the foolishness of the past.”

In the weeks that follow Aegon’s night ventures to the street of silk stop, Aemond remains an overprotective uncle, especially when Daemon and Rhaenyra fly over from Dragonstone to congratulate you and Aegon on the birth of your son.

If Aegon notices how his brother's and uncle's gaze lingers on the boy you named Willem a little too long, he says nothing.

“I’m afraid you may struggle to find a comfortable space.”

A wild smile spreads across your face, lying on the bed. Aegon was holding Willem against his bare chest while your eldest two were sound asleep and sprawled out in awkward positions across the bed. Somehow you managed to climb into bed and rest your head against Aegon’s shoulder.

You had felt the various stages of being hurt and wanting revenge, and perhaps this is what forgiveness was. Finally being truly happy together.

[muletia]

I'M BAAAACKKKKK

Here, have some angst written at 3 am

:3

A headcanon of mine is that Optimus is so obsessed with keeping you safe because he has already lost Elita, and he'll be damned if he lets his second love die as well. Optimus probably gets horrible flashbacks anytime when you're in danger :c

Do you know about that TFP deleted scene? The one where Optimus punches Ratchet after an argument about his decision-making skills? Imagine you just happen to pass by, and you hear:

"Where's Elita now?"

*BLAM!*

You've never seen Optimus lose control like that. You let out a gasp, and only then does he notice you're in the room with them. You decide to give Optimus time to calm down so you leave.

A few days later, after the whole Synth-En problem has been dealt with, you visit the autobot base. There's an awkward silence between you and Optimus, and when you finally ask:

"Who's Elita?"

What happens next? Well, I'm not sure, but Optimus sure knows one thing...

War took the love of his life once. It won't happen again.

Anyway, I love making myself sad :)

hello there Leri <3

oooooohhhh love me some overprotective angst deluxe

It’s a shame they decided to cut that scene, but honestly, it doesn’t fit Optimus’ character in tfp. He would never hit his friend knowing they were under the influence of space crack (bayverse Optimus, on the other hand...).

Ahhh, so many uncertainties swirl in Optimus’ processor after you witnessed his loss of control. Will you be afraid of him? Will you hate him? He wouldn’t be surprised if you wanted to sever your bond with him, no matter how much he wishes to nurture it further.

So he gives you space for a few days. He doesn’t show up at your driveway during patrols, and doesn’t message, though his worry about the future of your relationship eats him alive. The fact that he can’t actively protect you also weighs heavily on his processor — especially after your conversation about his late beloved, who lost her life in exactly that way. Because he failed her.

Pathetic, unworthy. A disgraceful Prime. A stain on honor to all his predecessors.

It’s easy to spiral into self-loathing, but more than punishing himself, Optimus wants to see you alive. He must focus on the present but also the future if he wants to weave it with you. He will protect you. At any cost, from any danger. Will not make such a terrible mistake again.

Ahhhh, the question about Elita — ugh, that will be so hard for him. But a conversation about a deceased ex, lost on the battlefield, with the one who now holds his heart can only be handled properly by Optimus. It won’t happen without regret over broken promises and guilt about things left undone. Maybe even tears if you’re at the stage where Optimus allows emotions to seep through the cracked mask of the Prime. But he will certainly make it clear to you that he will protect you at the cost of his own life.

He will never allow any harm to come to you…

[jade4956]

Lionesses GoggleBox Video

YN.YL - Tahlia Bliss

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3rd person

Some of the lioness girls were doing a gogglebox video which is were they react to moments from camp in sets of two, the girls that were chosen to do that were

Keira Walsh with Georgia Stanway

Millie Bright with Mille Turner

Grace Clinton with Aggie Beever-Jones

The girls started the video and their first clip was Grace Clinton posing for a camera till the video switch to speaking about Millie T getting her cap for England eventually the clips went one after grace, Millie’s and Aggie spoke then Keira and Georgia got there first appearance in the video after the clips show a video of Keira and Tahlia onto the pitch together where Tahlia trips and falls straight on her face

“Ahhh haha, it’s such classic Tahlia” Georgia was laughing the second that clipped played

“Yah know everyone says that Alessia is the clumsiest but recently I think Tahlia’s been giving her a run for her money she’s always falling over” Keira respond to Georgia laughing whilst making comment to the camera

*the video switches to Millie and Millie*

“No way she’s just fallen to the ground like that, I don’t even think less falls over like that” Millie T spoke

“I honestly can’t with that girl anymore she’s always fallen you should see her at Chelsea she on the ground all the time” Millie B said whilst laughing

The videos went one and started to play more clips like Georgia giving herself the ick whilst waking, Millie T goofing on in small side games, then came a clip of Alessia and Lucy on the ice bath, the girl were just relaxing try not to get out of the water when Tahlia came up behind them with a bucket of more ice and dumped it on them Lucy started to yell about her food getting ice all through it and got out and started running after Tahlia meanwhile less had left the second she felt more ice on her

*Grace and Aggie reacting*

“I remember watching her do that and thinking Lucy is gonna kill you if you get that in her food, then She did” Aggie said to Grace and the camera

“I love how less just left like no scream no import just left” grace responded

“She probably didn’t want to the best thing”

*Keira and Georgia reacting*

“The confidence you’d have to have to do that to Lucy is wild” Keira spoke half shock half laughing

“ I don’t know how she gets away with this stuff like I tried hiding Lucy boots and everyone told me not to so I didn’t cause yah know but like then theres Tahlia dumping water on Lucy” Georgia said shocked and jokingly annoyed

“I don’t think she cares if people tell her not to honestly”

After that clip the girls reacted to the video went on to show more training videos, Mary and her outfits and maya with her guns out which all the girls reacting were saying “maya put yah guns away”

A new clip came up that included Tahlia and Niamh

*video clip pov*

“Nice and sunny out hey Niamh” the camera man spoke to Niamh

“Yeah except nothings gonna happen for me, hey Tahlia come here” Niamh interrupted herself whilst signaling Tahlia over to join her

“Hello” Tahlia joined putting her arm over Niamh’s shoulder

“We were just saying how nothings gonna happen for me in the sun”

“Ahhh yeah you don’t tan do yah, we’ll hey atleast you don’t burn like me I don’t tan either but I do get burnt you don’t”

“Yeha that’s true but unfortunate”

*back to the girls reacting to the clips (Millie T & B)*

“Poor Niamh and Tahlia, after this all the Chelsea girls are going to Portugal for training camp and every time Tahlia gets so burnt she can barley bend her knees” Millie B commented

“Does she not put sun cream on” Millie T question

“She does and quite a lot but one time we went swimming and Sam kerr did a terrible job of her back sun cream that, that night she came down for dinner lifted up the back of her shit and had bright red patches all over it insane”

“Ohhhh ouch I would never go outside after that”

The nexts couple of clips were of some of the girls debuts such as Grace Clinton’s, Millie T’s, Aggie Jones and few others. The clips went on to show the girls doing TikTok videos and doing arrow words, another clip showed the girls playing a game like two touch but more difficult the girls included were Maya, Millie T and Ella

*Keira and Georgia reacting*

“You know I can’t be competitive for fun me” Georgia said

“No me neither” Keira responded

“But you know who can Lucy and Tahlia especially when there on the same team” Georgia extended the conversation

“I know I hate playing against them or hate playing when their not on the same team it gets so heated when there not on the same team that’s why everyone lets them on the same team” Keira spoke again

The next video that played was was more of Millie t’s debut and a couple more clips which then show Keira going sliding on the grass

*video clip pov*

“Come on penalty” Keira said in a higher pitch voice then usual

“Penalty no” she said to the camera

Tahlia went over and helped Keira up but as Keira walked away Tahlia looked at that camera and said

“So dramatic is she not” and jogged back to her spot

*back to the girls reacting (Keira and Georgia)*

“Ohhh she just called yah dramatic” Georgia said laughing

“I’m gonna have a word with her after this, oh wait no now look she right there”

“TAHLIA over here come sit” both the girls yelled out patting a spot in the middle for her

“Well hello there Tbird” Georgia said to Tahlia as she took the seat in the middle of them

“Hello to you both, whatcha watchin” she asked

“We can show you” Keira said while turning the video back on

As Tahlia watched the video her mouth slowly went open but into and open smile ad her body moved closer to Georgia, Georgia started to giggle while Keira was watching Tahlia react to the video, that part of the video finished and Tahlia looked like she was about to run away

“Got anything to say to your dramatic friend” Keira said in quotation marks at that last part

Tahlia looked at Keira and leaned back in Georgia the said

“You said penalty funny” then got up and ran to where she was ment to be for media

“TAHLIA” both the girls yelled because as Tahlia got up she took a handful of their popcorn and ran

The video went on and the girls started to react to more things the video can to and end and the girl went through their favourite clips and not so favourite. The video ended up being a hit like the last one and everyone thought that Tahlia’s little part were quite funny.

I’m shit at endings but thanks for reading my requests are open so send them if you have any also if you prefer Wattpad mine the same at this account name.

[l7nns31deb109]

Any hcs about what kinds of humor/memes/jokes would lotr characters like in modern au?

AHHH OMG I LOVE THIS REQUEST!!!!

OKAY!! SO!!! Did the hobbits but if you’d like the rest of the fellowship just lmk! Ps. Sorry it took so long to answer!

Pippin

•LOVES brain rot memes

•unironically watched skidbi toilet once

•half of what comes out of his mouth is a TikTok reference

•^everyone gets so sick of him smh

•(this is niche but) loves judyhopslover69 on tiktok

•^will quote “AHH IM SHIFTING!”

•calls people ‘sigma’ and ‘alpha’

•owns a wolf shirt

•loves ironic tee shirts

^’I’m with stupid’ with an arrow pointing at his head

•loved the cursive singing trend

•talks about the rizzler and big aj

•”THAT GETS FIVE BIG BOOMS!”

Frodo

•dabbles in brain rot memes

•keeps up with TikTok lore

•^knows all the ash trevino and santos drama

•^will tell Sam about it

•weird sense of humor lowkey

•^ will laugh at a picture of cheese??

•used to be a dan and Phil stan

•has a secret account where he trolls people

•^ will send slightly ominous messages to people on it for shits and giggles, “he still loves you…” or “DONT trust her🐍”

•prank calls people with pip and merry, will steal bilbos flip phone to get the numbers

•^not meme related but, these three would choreograph dances/ performances to get sleepovers

•”mamma a girl behind YOU 💚”

•participated in brat summer

•^introduced the group the charli and yes okay they all love her

•stan twitter warrior

Sam

•doesn’t have tiktok and refuses to download it

•has a big Pinterest board with memes on it

•misses vine like a mofo

•^ favorite vine was the potato flew around my room one

•”what does this mean im employed”

•^ learnt this from scrolling on tiktok on Frodos phone

•LOVES emojis

•^often communicates solely by emojis

•ex: Frodo will text him a question and Sam will reply this, “🚫👎😓🫶🍄”, “why the mushroom??”, “It’s pretty. :) 🍄🍄🍄🍄”

•likes podcasts, listens to them while

gardening

•^him and merry def wanted to start one together

•likes niche memes

Merry

•tried to get a meme account popular on instagram

•had a minecraft YouTuber phase in 2020

•has a soundboard app downloaded and will use it

•loved icarly and Fred when he was younger

•quotes really cringy Stuff

•^”um he’s right behind me… isn’t he?”🤓

•loves commenting on tiktoks

•^gets into arguments with people on there

•him and Frodo (sometimes sam and pip) watch drag race together and send eachother memes abt it

•whenever one of them leave a room the other will definitely say “sashay away”

•^they put pippin in drag one time

•reposts cringey stoner memes

•him and pippin played FNAF when it first came out (pippin cried)

•him and pippin were literally at the tiktok rizz party so….

[capricores]

Hello! How are Pisces and Cancer risings different? They sound very similar in everything I’ve read.

hi! this is a great question and i love q's like these!! they definitely have a lot of overlap, both being water signs. however, here's some main difference in how their outward personalities may manifest:

OUTGOING VERSUS RESERVED:

pisces risings tend to be bubbly and outgoing! even when they're shy or anxious individuals, even when they aren't actually that social - when meeting new people, in new environments, when dealing with customer service: they're almost always very bright, cheerful and bubbly.

cancer risings come across as kind and caring, much like pisces risings, however - they generally are not what i would consider bubbly or outgoing! they tend to be a lot more reserved, and come off as more shy even when they aren't. pisces risings tend to chatter a lot, and enjoy conversing with strangers; cancer risings generally don't. they'd much rather stick to themselves and keep public interactions short.

OPTIMIST VERSUS PESSIMIST:

this one is pretty straight-forward! pisces risings lean towards optimism. they usually see the world through a dreamy, hopeful lens and like to look for the best in things. it's very hard to crush a pisces rising's ability to dream and have high hopes for the future. sometimes they can be almost delusional 😭 cancer risings do tend to lean more towards a more realistic (even pessimistic a lot of the time) view on the world and people around them. they aren't as trusting and hopeful as pisces risings tend to be, and often view the world through a cautious lens. sometimes they can be overly negative as compared to pisces who can be so positive it leads to a delusion/dream world.

ADVENTURER VERSUS HOMEBODY:

cancer risings are much much more of homebodies than pisces risings. pisces risings really enjoy going out and exploring, traveling, social events, etc. cancer risings have a shorter fuse and smaller social battery. they much prefer to stay at home, hangout with smaller groups of friends/just one friend, read at home, etc.

MOTIVATED VERSUS NEEDS MOTIVATION:

cancer risings are cardinal: they start shit. and i don't mean that in a bad way! they are the leaders, they get the ball rolling. they're always first to tackle projects, organize things, take on the boss position. pisces risings tend to lack motivation. it can be hard for them to start things, and very hard for them to finish anything. it can also be hard for them to lead as they're often more soft-spoken and have trouble telling others what to do; they prefer to follow. cancer risings are more firm and have no problem giving others directions. pisces do have amazing ideas and are so so creative; but they tend to lack the follow-through or planning. cancer risings are the ones always starting new projects. they're also more likely to be a workaholic as compared to pisces risings, who'd much rather be making their pinterest boards!

ANTI-CHANGE VERSUS FREE-FLOWING:

pisces risings go with the flow. they're mutable water, so they're extremely adaptable. they handle change easily; and probably experienced it so much throughout childhood that it's second nature. they generally seek out change and aren't huge fans of routine. you'll find pisces risings re-arranging their room at least once a week, and updating their personality/finding a new niche interest/changing career paths at least once a month. cancer risings are suckers for routine, and they don't generally like change. they'd much prefer to live in their hometown their entire lives, and you will not catch them re-arranging their furniture more than once every two business years. pisces rising would much rather move to a new country every year than be anywhere near their hometown. pisces has the eternal travel bug, cancer has the "let me stay within a 50km radius of my family/home at all times" bug lol.

some other little differences:

cancer risings are petty, they do not do the "forgive and forget"; pisces risings are very much the forgive and forget type (both parties to a fault, usually)

cancer risings, despite being very kind-hearted, can often come off as very cold at first! hard shell, as their representative animal would suggest. pisces risings are immediately very open and friendly with people

to add to that, cancer risings generally have a lot of walls up; pisces risings are open books

cancer risings are much better than pisces rising at deflecting people's negative vibes/comments; pisces risings are ridiculously influenced by their environment and people around them (ie: someone uses the wrong tone of voice, pisces rising might cry - cancer rising? not so much)

cancer risings tend to have more stable/consistent moods as compared to pisces risings (although this can also be a negative at times, when they're sad; it can last weeks, whereas pisces rising bounces back quite quickly)

pisces risings tend to have more sharp physical features, and generally look kinda fairy/elf like. cancer risings usually have softer features, and generally rounder features/faces as well

disclaimer: i also cannot stress enough that the ascendant, like any other placement, is only one piece of the puzzle! if someone has planets in their first house, strong aspects to their ascendant, a chart that really contradicts their ascendant, etc - the traits/etc listed above might not exactly apply. as always, the entire chart matters in interpretation ☺

hopefully this helps a little bit! let me know if you have any other questions!! <3 the ascendant is very much how we come off to others (outwardly/publicly especially), it's also how we view and interact with the world. it shapes our life path heavily and i consider it much more than just a "mask" as some people would say. i've also heard the interpretation (i think it was donna cunningham who said this but don't quote me on it) that the ascendant is who we were forced to become due to what we went through in our childhood!! which is an interesting way to view these placements. anyway!! tysm for asking this i missed getting astro q's!

[chaosduckies]

Who's your biggest OC?

Hmm… good question!

If I were being honest by biggest oc so far would be Casper! Of course he’s a size shifter but he doesn’t really have the whole thing down yet-

I would say he could be anywhere around 200 to 1000ft? (and yes I do plan on writing a really nice comfort scene where Cas is that big for Liam if you’ve read what I have so far on the two :D)

I do really like extreme size differences soooo I had to at least have one oc thats really big haha- (explains why most of my giant OC’s are 150 ft or more)

thank you for the ask anon! :D

[good-beanswrites]

Happy Valentine's Day @artsy-azure ! Here's your gift for the @milgram-valentines-exchange 💖

Fuuta x Minato (oc) ~ The first section takes place right after his T2 interrogation, and then skips ahead to a tiny post-milgram scene :3 I hope you enjoy!

Fuuta thought he would drown. Not sink into water or anything like that; he was worried the voices filling his mind would completely suffocate him. There were too many of them. Too many people, all of them knowing every dark corner of his mind, and shouting into it. It should have been impossible for one voice – one softer than all the rest – to reach him.

Then again, everything about that voice should have been impossible.

“Fuuta… Hey, Fuuta… Are you alright?”

He blinked. He scrambled over to the nearest wall. There were no visible openings in the cell, not a single imperfection across any of the surfaces, yet Milgram’s intercom system functioned just fine. Most days it would just deliver the ear-rattling bell to tell him the time. On bad days, it carried Es’ summons to the interrogation room for his extraction. On worse days, it carried Es’ summons to the courtroom for his verdict.

On the very best days, it would bring him the voice of Hoshizawa Minato.

(Though, seeing as he had just returned from a catastrophic extraction, he wasn’t sure what type of day it was yet.)

He tore his attention away from the chorus of judgements and insults. He pressed his shoulder against the wall, still unsure where the sound was coming from, but knowing it was nearby.

“I’m here,” he said, hushed. More than anything he wanted to yell and scream, but he would never risk it, now. Minato had gone through a hell of a lot to break into Milgram’s systems, and he wouldn’t let his big mouth ruin all that. It had already ruined just about everything else.

“How are you holding up?”

Fuuta pressed his lips together. “Any news on getting us out of here?” was all he said.

Hundreds of miles away (or perhaps next door – neither of them could really know), Minato’s fingers adjusted his headset.

“I’m still working on it. These things take time.” 

“I’m definitely gonna need it after today.” 

“Your interrogation… I know.”

Fuuta pulled his hood down tighter, tufts of ginger hair ruffling underneath. “How much did you see?” 

Minato’s eyes flicked over to another monitor. It displayed the files he’d gained access to a few hours prior. It would crush Fuuta to hear about yet another person peeking into his personal moments, so he opted for a non-answer.

“I don’t have cameras. I don’t see much at all.”

“Tch, I’m not a damn idiot, I know that! I meant, how much did you hear?”

“...Everything.” 

Fuuta squeezed his eye shut. He bit a curse back. There came silence.

Minato actually double checked some of his monitors, making sure they hadn’t been disconnected.

“So then, you know,” Fuuta said at last. “There’s no fucking way I’m getting forgiven this time around.”

“You can’t be so sure. The–”

“No one in their right mind would forgive me after that.” He winced, remembering his harsh cries at the end of the interrogation. What kind of accused murderer shouted “I’ll kill you” as their plea of innocence? When he wasn’t running his mouth with threats, he’d been pleading with Es like some kind of coward. And Minato has heard all of it. Fuuta could only imagine the horrors that the extraction held. Who could forgive him after they saw his anger, or worse, his pleasure? Who could ever look kindly on someone like that?

“I would.”

Fuuta’s eyes widened. He let himself sink further into the wall. A strangled laugh escaped him. He let his head hang down. No matter how much he wanted to protest, Minato was as honest as they come. If he said he forgave Fuuta, he meant it. 

“Yeah, like I said, no one in their right mind.”

Minato cracked a smile. 

“You don’t think I’m in my right mind?”

Fuuta scoffed. “You post pictures of clothes for a living. And in your free time, you plan impossible jailbreaks for murderers. Doesn’t sound quite sane to me.”

“Aw, come on. Do you think it’s impossible?” 

Minato was still smirking, ready for some more of their typical back and forth. Fuuta surprised him by pausing. 

“Well, it should be impossible. But…”

They’d been speaking for some time now. Whether it was quick comments when Es wasn’t around or long conversations into the night. Fuuta had seen many sides of him, and knew that he had what it took. He wasn’t like the vast majority of internet personalities – weak or needy or inexperienced. He’d proved himself time and time again. If anyone could pull this off, it would be Minato. 

“If it’s you… there’s a chance.”

“You’ve got that right. You can count on me, alright?”

Fuuta took a deep breath. The tightness of the uniform and the bandages seemed to lessen.

“Although,” Minato put on a falsely serious voice, “we’re gonna have a long talk when you get out… about that yellow jacket you own.”

“Haaah? What’s wrong with my jacket?’

“There are a hundred stylish ways to wear it and that was not one.”

“The fuck does that mean?” 

“You’ll be grateful when someone who ‘posts pictures of clothes for a living’ helps with your wardrobe.” 

Fuuta could feel his chest release even more. Minato spoke so easily about the future, as if it were something real and waiting for him. 

“As if I’d let you touch any of my outfits.”

“As if you could stop me!”

He took another breath. He smiled. No drowning today.

---

After checking the clock fourteen times, Fuuta thought once more couldn’t hurt. It was still two minutes to noon, just like the last few times he’d checked. His frequent checking hadn’t brought the train to the station any faster.

Minato had told him that he was safe. He’d said this meeting wasn’t that big of a risk. The dust had settled. He just had to relax. 

The announcement overhead signaled the next stop was his. It screeched into the station, a slight murmur rising as the doors opened onto a platform of moving people. 

Fuuta lowered his head. His eyepatch would surely draw attention to himself, so he kept his hood down and his mask up. He just needed to make it to the station entrance. 

He made his way around stiff businessmen and sticky children. He tried to shuffle around a young man, but he seemed to step further into Fuuta’s path. Giving the stranger a quick glance, he started to mumble something to squeeze past. 

“Fuuta,” the man said, gaping in surprise. “It’s me.”

He inhaled sharply.

It was only three words, but it was enough to recognize his voice from a thousand conversations. 

Fuuta’s eye widened as he took Minato in. It was strange to finally see his face. Finally, here was the person he’d spent hours talking to. The person he’d spent days passing the time with. The person he’d spent nights falling for. Here was the one who had saved his life, in more ways than he could count.

His first observation was, fuck, this guy is way outta my league. His next was, he’s shorter than I was expecting. Then, gah, I’m probably shorter than he was expecting. He was in the middle of realizing, he has the nicest smile I think I’ve ever seen, when Minato crushed him in a hug.

Fuuta returned the embrace. His arms tightened around Minato. He was real. He was here. Fuuta’s hands grasped at his clothes and his hair. He was unable to control a laugh bubbling up inside of him. 

“You did it. My god, you did it.”

He breathed into Minato’s shoulder. His chest shook with some laughter, some tears. 

For a moment wondered if people would notice the heartfelt reunion outside of the train, then he realized he didn’t care in the slightest. 

Minato was laughing along with him in that beautiful, familiar voice of his. No more crackling speakers or hidden intercoms – he spoke right into his ear, hair tickling his cheek. Fuuta could have stayed forever in his arms, just like that. All that mattered was he felt safe. At last, he felt happy.

Talk about impossible. 

[i-heart-hxh]

Who do you think fell in love first, Gon or Killua?

Thank you so much for asking! Sorry for taking so long to reply, I've been busy, but I've been thinking about this since I received it!

I don't think this is a simple thing to gauge, but I think ultimately Gon started having feelings first. This is a great meta that I agree with on the topic and it goes over a lot of the more objective reasons to think this is the case.

Both of them gravitated towards each other fairly equally in the Hunter Exam (although Gon does have friendships with Kurapika and Leorio as well, vs Killua's primary focus being on Gon), however because of Gon's personality, in my opinion he was more prone to simply like and admire Killua with no complication right off the bat, and without the need to examine or confront those feelings. Whereas with Killua it takes him a bit longer to let himself trust and care about Gon fully, due to the complications of how he grew up and what he was taught to believe about making friends.

In the earlier parts of the Hunter Exam, Killua clearly is interested in Gon, but it almost seems like he's testing him to see if they can be friends. Killua keeps throwing out edgy facts about himself, which, while they're true, the way he uses them almost as quips seems like he's pushing to see if Gon will stop wanting to associate with him. Of course, Gon is an unusual guy and isn't fazed by anything Killua throws at him. He simply accepts whatever Killua reveals to him, and it doesn't lower his opinion of Killua.

Then in the later parts of the exam, Killua feels slighted that Netero ranked Gon above him, and during the Gon vs Hanzo match it seems like he's essentially assessing Gon trying to figure out why rather than having much emotional response to what Hanzo does to Gon (as the meta I posted above said, violence towards children is also normal in Killua's household, so there's that as well).

By the time Killua makes his big declaration of wanting to be friends with Gon to Illumi, he's clearly made up his mind, but it seems like a new revelation, and of course after that he's busy dealing with the situation with Illumi.

As soon as Gon hears about what happened with Killua, he marches up to Illumi and breaks his arm in the middle of the lecture, and then he puts aside his goal of finding his dad, his entire aim and purpose for his journey, because he feels he MUST rescue Killua and be with him again. He even tells Illumi he'll never see Killua again. I don't know if I'd say he's fully in love with Killua at that point, but...he's definitely a good few steps in that direction.

The Zoldyck Family arc is instrumental to the formation of their bond on both sides. Even with how naturally stubborn and self-sacrificing Gon is, I do think it's worth noting how Gon does absolutely everything in his power to get Killua back. He demands Killua back at every turn. I think knowing Gon went to those lengths for him is a huge thing for Killua, and from that point on Killua's feelings for Gon change and grow. But it seems like Gon had already reached that point before Killua did--it's like Killua needed that final push.

I personally see Gon's feelings as ones that have been growing all along and he knows they're there and they're different from his feelings for his other friends, but he's likely not entirely aware of the full context around them or what exactly they mean because he hasn't bothered to pick them apart or try to place them in the right context. (Previous answer on this topic here.) Whereas with Killua, because of his more introspective personality and the fact that Gon is his main focus and connection, his romantic feelings for Gon are something he's more aware of and they're more at the forefront of his mind, particularly from Greed Island onward.

I think they have mutual crushes from the Zoldyck arc on (Gon's perhaps starting a just bit sooner for the reasons I wrote above), and the actual love is something that's more challenging to pinpoint. They adore each other so much from the beginning and in the narrative it seems both of their feelings only keep growing as time goes and they spend more time together. I certainly think that by Greed Island they're quite committed to each other. There are so many milestones for these two realizing how much they care about each other, it's incredibly sweet and it makes it hard to narrow down some sort of specific timeline. I could probably write a book length post trying, haha.

In spite of how differently the two of them may experience and think about their feelings, I believe they love each other to a similar degree. One of the differences is that, while Gon has several other areas of focus and quite a few friendships, Killua's focus up until now has been unhealthily weighted towards Gon. In Chimera Ant Arc, even amid Killua's intense infatuation with Gon, we begin to see this change--with Killua befriending Ikalgo and Palm, then later rescuing Alluka, accepting Nanika, etc. The separation may give them each a chance to focus on the parts of their life that they were lacking--for Gon, introspection and better understanding his own feelings and figuring out what he wants to do now, and for Killua, expanding his focus and friendships to others besides Gon so his life isn't only Gon all the time.

I hope that's at least somewhat satisfying. Thanks again for asking and waiting for me to respond!

[caiabresebun]

Hello! I discovered your art from the game Paper Soldiers! I got 2 questions : 1) How many card illos did you make for that game (because I have not lasted midway yet haha...) 2) What was your process like for making each lil character?

hello! going to answer out of order so i can show you all my card illus under the cut hehe

making each chara was really fun! andriy gave me a list of character classes as well as what effects they would have on the board and gave me full freedom to design however i liked which was SO COOL. since the game was subbed under the Ukrainian division, i wanted to make charas that looked looked like they came from a fantasy world but with a look that would bring to mind Ukrainian design.

unfortunately i didn't have as much time to research as i'd like but i think i did ok! i made pinterest boards with outfit inspirations and scribbled up charas traditionally before drawing them digitally, which is something i really never do since im not good at trad art.. but with digi art i get really bogged down fixing mistakes and there was a really tight turnaround so concept art had to be trad

i had the privilege of designing 33 cards and writing flavour text!! :D

[guckies]

I just had the most Silliest idea ever that would be ✨heartbreaking✨ (This is not to like force in game relationships btw)

You know how German and Lenay are irl partners and then in game they’ve called each other nicknames and such. So just a little what if scenario…

They were lovers before their memories disappeared and each time they keep finding each other again. But because the feds are lowkey torturers what if they were kidnapped and forced to live away from each other only being able to see through 1 way glass or fake videos.

So one of them hates the fed because they only show the other hurt while the other sees them healthy and is just happy to be able to see them. Of course they don’t remember that part until they remember those memories but when they do it just leads to fed task overload because they both want to keep the other safe while the fed are threatening them…

[skenpiel]

AAAAAARGHH!!!!!!!!! OK FINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I GIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i guess i do like dirk now. whatever

[salsflore]

thoughts on the glory bc i'm watching the last ep & have no one else to talk about this with.

[pygmi-says-hi]

STOP DOING THIS IN INJURY FICS!!

Bleeding:

Blood is warm. if blood is cold, you’re really fucking feverish or the person is dead. it’s only sticky after it coagulates.

It smells! like iron, obv, but very metallic. heavy blood loss has a really potent smell, someone will notice.

Unless in a state of shock or fight-flight mode, a character will know they’re bleeding. stop with the ‘i didn’t even feel it’ yeah you did. drowsiness, confusion, pale complexion, nausea, clumsiness, and memory loss are symptoms to include.

blood flow ebbs. sometimes it’s really gushin’, other times it’s a trickle. could be the same wound at different points.

it’s slow. use this to your advantage! more sad writer times hehehe.

Stab wounds:

I have been mildly impaled with rebar on an occasion, so let me explain from experience. being stabbed is bizarre af. your body is soft. you can squish it, feel it jiggle when you move. whatever just stabbed you? not jiggly. it feels stiff and numb after the pain fades. often, stab wounds lead to nerve damage. hands, arms, feet, neck, all have more motor nerve clusters than the torso. fingers may go numb or useless if a tendon is nicked.

also, bleeding takes FOREVER to stop, as mentioned above.

if the wound has an exit wound, like a bullet clean through or a spear through the whole limb, DONT REMOVE THE OBJECT. character will die. leave it, bandage around it. could be a good opportunity for some touchy touchy :)

whump writers - good opportunity for caretaker angst and fluff w/ trying to manhandle whumpee into a good position to access both sites

Concussion:

despite the amnesia and confusion, people ain’t that articulate. even if they’re mumbling about how much they love (person) - if that’s ur trope - or a secret, it’s gonna make no sense. garbled nonsense, no full sentences, just a coupla words here and there.

if the concussion is mild, they’re gonna feel fine. until….bam! out like a light. kinda funny to witness, but also a good time for some caretaking fluff.

Fever:

you die at 110F. no 'oh no his fever is 120F!! ahhh!“ no his fever is 0F because he’s fucking dead. you lose consciousness around 103, sometimes less if it’s a child. brain damage occurs at over 104.

ACTUAL SYMPTOMS:

sluggishness

seizures (severe)

inability to speak clearly

feeling chilly/shivering

nausea

pain

delirium

symptoms increase as fever rises. slow build that secret sickness! feverish people can be irritable, maybe a bit of sass followed by some hurt/comfort. never hurt anybody.

ALSO about fevers - they absolutely can cause hallucinations. Sometimes these alter memory and future memory processing. they're scary shit guys.

fevers are a big deal! bad shit can happen! milk that till its dry (chill out) and get some good hurt/comfort whumpee shit.

keep writing u sadistic nerds xox love you

ALSO I FORGOT LEMME ADD ON:

YOU DIE AT 85F

sorry I forgot. at that point for a sustained period of time you're too cold to survive.

pt 2

also please stop traumadumping in the notes/tags, that's not the point of this post. it's really upsetting to see on my feed, so i'm muting the notifs for this post. if you have a question about this post, dm me, but i don't want a constant influx of traumatic stories. xox

[chaosduckies]

Hello! For the oc ask game…

9 for the about you?

9- favorite size ranges for giants/tinies?

Ooo I love this question! I guess for giants I prefer 150 feet and over to be honest. I have no idea why, but it just makes room for so much angst and comfort and all of that good stuff :D

For tinies I don’t really have a preference, just as long as they’re four inches or shorter. Otherwise you lose my interest and I’m very sorry but that is the sad truth TwT

Thank you for the ask anon!

[tfshouldidohere]

me n my love-hate relationship w my law class