#but here she is the QUEEN i love her so much

[akawifeyy]

LUST | smau (OB87)

description: this is a cutesy valentine's day themed fic, starring ob87 and y/n, his author girlfriend! (there are some inaccuracies as to what team ob87 is part of, but we're going to ignore that)

tropes: he falls first and harder, childhood best friends to lovers, author!fem!reader

face claim: millane

trigger warnings: suggestive content, swearing

| note: first fic! this took a while, so i hope you like this ❤️ more on the way soon

@ yourusername: tis the season of love. happy february!!

tagged: @ olliebearman, @ yourbffusername

comments (109):

@ yourbffusername: stunning as always 💋

-> @ yourusername: all you!

@ olliebearman: Just got yelled at by Fred because I was too distracted looking at your pretty face. Can’t wait to see you soon

-> @ yourusername: counting down the days. miss you so much ☹️

@ user1: she’s sooooo prettyyy

@ user2: Body so tea that even the English are jealous

@ yourusername: happy v-day... surprise coming later. 8pm est <3

tagged: @ olliebearman

comments (341):

@ user3: here before Ollie. This feels illegal.

-> @ user4: some of us are employed yk.. 🙂‍↕️

@ yourbffusername: so excited mwahaha

-> @ yourusername: i feel so devious

@ olliebearman: They're not ready 🤫

@ yourusername: surprise surprise! my valentine's themed novella, "lust", will be releasing tonight at midnight est. you can read it at the link in my bio, just in time for my fave holiday of them all!

tagged: @ olliebearman, @ foreternitybooks

comments (488):

@ olliebearman: Love you more than all the chocolates and flowers in the world, darling 😘

-> @ yourusername: love you too 💗

-> @ user5: notice how she didn't say the same for him. Queen behavior 👑 👑

@ foreternitybooks: Congratulations! This book is a banger!

@ user6: Guess who's staying up till 3am...

-> @ user7: i'm going to be taking an exam, i'm SO mad

-> @ user8: Skip it.

-> @ user7: i honestly might.

Text messages between Y/N and Ollie

@ olliebearman: Eventful week, prepping for the 2025 season. Best part of it all was seeing my girl again 🫶

tagged: @ yourusername, @ ferrari

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@ yourusername: sorry that i bring chaos with me 🥹

-> @ olliebearman: What's life without a little bit of madness? Worth it all, a thousand times over.

@ olliebearmanpriv: Happy Valentine's Day to my amazing, gorgeous, perfect girlfriend, Y/N. I can't believe that the girl who sat in front of me in second year chose me as her lover, and that I get to call her mine. I'm so incredibly proud of her for releasing her newest work, "Lust". Be sure to check it out if you haven't already!

tagged: @ yourusername

comments (112):

@ yourusername: ollieee you're the best 😭

-> @ olliebearmanpriv: Uno reverse, darling.

@ kimi.antonelli: Happy Valentine's Day to the happy couple! Now, when will it be my turn?

-> @ yourbffusername: fr, like get a room 😐 (joke, i swear!)

-> @ yourusername: so supportive of you LOL

-> @ olliebearman: I thought coaches don't play, Kimi?

@ yourusername: now that "lust" has been out for 48 hours, i have some more secrets to spill... yes, wes brierley is based on ollie. and yes, ollie and i did have a passionate makeout session in the back of the library in sixth year. sorry, ms. lundstrom 😬

tagged: @ olliebearman, @ foreternitybooks

comments (509):

@ user9: Say WHAT 🫨

-> @ user3: I was not expecting to wake up to this news... Ollie, explain yourself!

@ olliebearman: We listen and we don't judge, right?

-> @ yourusername: they're panicking so much, but they don't know anything about the rest of sixth year...

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@ yourusername: heaven forbid a girl have some fun with her boyfriend 😒

-> @ user10: I'm surprised they haven't PR-trained you yet

-> @ yourusername: i'll never let them.

@ yourusername: life update! more to come in the "lust" universe. lots of inspo, iykwim 😜

tagged: @ foreternitybooks

comments (178):

@ yourbffusername: GIRLLLL

@ olliebearman: Let everyone know what we were up to in school, hm?

-> @ yourusername: shhh, you said i could. it was my valentine's day gift

-> @ olliebearman: The teddy bear, flowers, chocolate, and dinner was supposed to be your gift. The things I let you do...

-> @ yourusername: you know you love me 🤭

Snippets from "Lust", written by Y/N L/N (2025)

Text messages between Y/N and Ollie

─── ୨୧ ─── THE END ─── ୨୧ ───

[loojii]

Pisces lore! Pisces lore!!

He doesn't have that much yet, due to him being the last one. So I will go a bit more into the parents and design as well :D

Pisces is the youngest Prince, their mom stopped when she made her perfect little Pisces. And he knows it all too well.

The constellation's parents are just the sky. The princes' mom is the only gold one because she is a queen of course :)

Pisces will rat out his brothers no questions asked. Due to this, his brothers are often in trouble because of him. And he's not liked because of that. Pisces is liked by the stars though, loved even!

I haven't drawn his Alpha star yet. So I wanted to do a close up on his design. I try to do little nods to the constellation('s depiction) as much as I can, so for Pisces I tried to repeat fishies everywhere :)

Like brother Capricornus he has a split tail, to mimic a fish tail!

Here's more art of him!

Taurus post ★ Gemini post ★ Cancer post ★ Virgo post ★ Libra post ★ Scorpius post ★ Sagittarius post ★ Capricornus post ★ Aquarius post

[literallyjusttoa]

Realizing I also want to keep track of the songs Apollo mentions, so I'm gonna go back real quick and mention "You Send Me" by Sam Cooke, released in 1957, which he mentioned in chapter 2, and "Rise to the Sun" by Alabama Shakes, released in 2012, which he mentions in the opening of chapter 10. Listened to them both, and honestly, they're both great songs! And Rise to the Sun actually fits Apollo really well, I was genuinely surprised.

Going back also makes me realize that Apollo was going to sing an honest to god love song to stop Cade and Mikey. That image will stay with me for years, I think.

Rhea is described as dressing like a "Libyan queen of old" which is interesting, bc I couldn't find any reference to Rhea being an important figure during the period where Ancient Greece had footholds in the region. What's interesting though, is that Apollo definitely was. One of the two cities Greeks established in Libya was Cyrene, and some myths even call the native Libyans the founders of both Delos and Delphi. So like, I have no idea where Rick got the idea of Rhea being connected to Libya, but it helped me learn new things, so that's cool!

Another anecdote: When Apollo drives the sun chariot as a bus, Hermes always sits in the back, because that's where troublemakers sit.

The way Apollo describes his physical state, I'm convinced he's just constantly in excruciating pain. Like, all he does is get off the cot in the Apollo cabin, and he says that his "eyes felt as if they were being microwaved in their sockets." Bestie, what? Are you dying, wtf lmao?

Anecdote: Apollo once attempted target practice in Zeus' throne room. That feels like it might have been a more pointed thing.

Apollo sees Nero in his dreams for the first time in chapter 10, but he doesn't recognize him yet. He spends the rest of the chapter simply referring to him as "The man in the purple suit", "The ugly mauve-suited man", and simply "the ugly man" King behavior, honestly.

I know I made a post about it a while ago, but I still can't get over Apollo's outrageous claim of 33 mortal girlfriends and 11 mortal boyfriends. He has past that in Ancient Greek lovers alone lmao.

Rick does a really good job of writing these long flowing internal monologues for Apollo, only to cut them off with a short sentence that both allows for an easy transition out of Apollo's head and back to the action of the scene, but also simulates Apollo getting distracted in his own ramblings and then abruptly coming back to reality. Like, he goes on for three paragraphs about Nico and will, and then his past loves, and then his embarrassment over sharing his love for Hyacinthus and Daphne, only to end it all off with the short line "I am so confused." and then we're right back into the scene. It's a really great comedic bit, and it does wonders for Lester's characterization. (Also my god does Lester read so much like he has ADHD. Almost more than Percy to me, but then I think Lester's flavor of ADHD is much more similar to my own than Percy's is)

Anecdote: Apollo cosplayed Rocky at midnight showings of Rocky Horror Picture Show. Queen.

Apollo mentions that he filmed the orientation film on "a tight budget in the 1950's" which like, why? Maybe it's mentioned in the supplemental books somewhere, but why would a god ever be put on a budget for something lmao?

"Had I been a god, I would have turned her into a blue-belly lizard and released her into the wilderness never to be seen again. The thought soothed me." One, Apollo she is twelve dear god. Two, I love this as a character moment for Apollo (Stay with me here). Apollo comes from a culture that is so focused on strength and power and violence. The moment he loses control of a situation, he grasps for any way to get power back into his hands. And in these moments, his way of giving himself power is by reassuring himself that he could totally murder everyone here if he wanted to. Killing people is a way to assert control, it's a way that Zeus and the other gods assert control all the time. And there's an implication with Apollo using these lines too. By asserting that he can kill people, it's also an assertion that the people he is threatening cannot kill him. Idk it's just a very interesting way of coping.

Real quick fun fact! Lester describes the Oracle of Delphi in Greece as a "cavern filled with volcanic fumes" but that's not actually 100% correct. The oracle of Delphi in Ancient Greece was actually in the Temple of Apollo, with descriptions from ancient scholars putting her either in the cella or in an adyton that was below the main temple. There was a opening in the ground in this chamber, but it certainly wasn't a cave. Furthermore, the whole idea of Apollo fighting Python in a cave? From what I can tell, this is also not based in myth! Most descriptions of the fight between Apollo and Python that I can find in myth describe Python being coiled around the mountains of the Parnassus range, which is a terrifying image honestly. Just find it interesting that none of the cave stuff is actually a part of the Delphic Oracle. I mean, from what I can tell, the nearest mythologically important cave is the Corycian cave, which has nothing to do with the oracle and is also like a 45 minute drive away from Delphi.

I usually try to read three chapters before rb'ing, but I had so many notes on these two that I'm gonna cut it off here. Also, this has kind of just become pointing out shit I find interesting instead of focusing specifically on Lester-isms, but I'm def still gonna point those out, so the tag will stay. I just have so much to say about my little blorbo, sorry guys.

I think I'm gonna make a reblog chian of all the little phrases and Apollo uses throughout ToA, now that I'm rereading it. Bc like, he has such a unique way of speaking, and I really wanna dig into it, you know? Ok let's start.

He says "heavens help me" instead of "heaven help me" using the plural the same way demigods do with "oh my gods". I'm guessing this is an acknowledgment of other pantheons? Or I'm looking too far into it, I've just never heard this phrase with a plural "heavens" before.

He calls Cade and Mikey "Ruffians" . And he makes fun of the arrow for being Shakespearean.

He also refers to people as "Mortals" a lot here, which I remembered him doing, but now I want to keep track and see if he keeps that up throughout all the books, or if it peters out near the end.

"I thought how amusing it would be if I could make the snake tattoos around his neck come alive and strangle him to death" I honestly love how violent Apollo's thoughts can be sometimes. Like, you can tell he's someone who has done shit like this before.

I also want to keep track of all the little anecdotes Apollo brings up, so we'll start with the guitar contest against Chuck Berry in 1957, which apparently ended with him getting repeatedly stomped on.

"But something told me this was not she" II love how it's the little things that really get across how old Apollo is. Rick could've easily just said "It wasn't her" or something, but instead he had Apollo phrase this in a way that is far more formal, and more reminiscent of the grammatical patterns of old english. Idk it's just really cool.

(Side note that's not connected to Apollo: Meg's glasses are black? I feel like I've been living a lie, I've been coloring them red for years lol)

God his metaphors are just so striking. Like, I can imagine the phrase "Whatever was left of my pride turned into ice water and trickled into my socks" but I don't want to, because that's such a visceral feeling. I like that Apollo inadvertently proving how poetic he is by making the reader as uncomfortable as possible.

I think I'm gonna start crying out "Horrors!" when I'm upset to. I think I deserve that level of drama.

ahh the classic "My blessings upon you!" Again, I love how every little line characterizes him. Either it's overly formal, like before, or subtly arrogant, like here, or both. It's so fun.

I need to write him saying "Sacred Sibyl!" more. Because that is such a fun little term. Rolls right off the tongue, honestly.

I think I'm gonna leave it there for now, but trust that I will definitely be adding more to this later. Bc Lester-speak is so fun to really look into.

[imaginespazzi]

Alright so I slept on it, distracted myself and I have now cooled down considerably. Since I am no longer looking at the game through completely rage-filled glasses, I can vent coherent thoughts now.

LAYUPS

FUCKING LAYUPS

Listen losing games is always hard, but the sheer stupidity that lost us this game is hard to discern in words and really starts with layups. We make literally 3 more, and we would have won. The most simplest there is in basketball and we decided that we wanted to suck at it. And look you don't make every shot, of course you don't but HOW MANY FUCKING OPEN LAYUPS CAN A TEAM MISS?

Brief positive interlude, before I start yelling: KK ARNOLD I LOVE YOU. I am so proud of this girl. A true competitor from start to finish. Never fucking scared of the moment, always ready to do everything she can.

Aubrey Griffin is starting to look like herself again. She was so good last night and everything we're used to seeing. Just keep healing bbg, we're gonna need you real bad.

Sarah Strong, consistent queen as per always but she made that freshman mistake at the end and while it would be hypocritical not to acknowledge it, I really can't hold it against her because homegirl was the only starter locked in from start to finish and for some fucking reason we didn't go to her nearly enough in the second.

And now let's get to the venting

Jana El Alfy I cannot keep defending this. YOU ARE 6 FUCKING 5. Look I have had so much to say about her not getting the time she deserves but oh my fucking god, I don't know if I can defend this anymore. Missing easy ass layups, somehow letting people a feet shorter shoot over you like??? I cannot

Kaitlyn Chen girl what the fuck are you here for? Cardio. She pleasantly surprised for me exactly two games but nope, I was right the first time. There is absolutely no reason, other than a likely promise Geno made while recruiting her, for her to be starting over KK.

Ashlynn Shade, you are so lucky girlie that you play with Paige and Azzi and they also both had shitty as fuck nights that I will address in a second because girl, that's the only thing saving you from not being lashed out into oblivion on other social media sites right now. I have absolutely no idea she was ever in the game let alone how she was getting minutes over KK. Defense? Atrocious. Offense? MISSING WIDE OPEN LAYUPS AND THREES. No one pissed me off more this game than Ash because shit should've been easy for her and instead she missed every single chance she had.

Paige saw all those tweets manifesting her freshman year Tennessee performance by a bunch of people who don't know anything else about that game except for the magical shot at the end and voila, she performed exactly like that. Maybe worse. And don't worry friends, I'll be yelling at her coach in a second but the one thing I can't complain about today is that he didn't put the ball in her hands because he did and we saw it in the assists but she didn't play up to the mark at all. And for as much as her performance was a classic case of shots not falling, her shot selection was uncharacteristically bad last night.

Y'all know that look Paige talks about when it comes to Azzi? The soft one? I saw that look on her face immediately as soon as her first shot didn't go in. And I knew it especially when KC was wide open under the basket and Azzi somehow missed her, that she was most definitely in her head. But the worst thing is, that I actually think she almost got back in rhythm, almost got rid of that look, almost got out of her head, by the end of the 2nd with the sequence of FTs > deflection > 3 and then all of that went to shit because she picked up those two quick fouls. And then she never got back into it again, partially because of her own self, partially because this team still isn't doing enough to screen for her/run plays for her and partially because her coach was doing the most ridiculous subbing routine with her. Making her play the third with 3 fouls, then she finally hits a 3 at the end AND THAT'S WHEN HE BENCHES HER? Keeps her out of the game in first 5 minutes of the 4th, lets her lose any semblance of rhythm and then subs her in? I don't even know what to say.

Geno Auriemma WHEN I FUCKING CATCH YOU

This man had the audacity to sit in the press conference and blame every fucking thing on Paige when he, our hall of fucking fame coach, made the most costly mistake of this whole game with that dumb as fuck timeout. STUPID STUPID STUPID

And then of course the lineups and substitutions, ridiculous shit.

SIGH

The worst thing is, I don't think Tennessee beat us last night. We broke the press. We held them to 7-28 from 3. The boxscore has us beating them in so many places but at the end, we beat ourselves.

And it all comes down to the fact that maybe we just don't have the mentality.

Last night really drained a lot of optimism from me but these are my girls and the potential is infinite. I'm always gonna be rooting for them and little itty bitty hopeful part of me will always think we can win it all but I think, we're gonna need a lot of things to just miraculously go right.

[thebenjiblackwoodexpress]

Devil's Snare Part. 12

Description: Aemond and his wife revel in their newfound joy at her pregnancy. But a decisive Battle at Rook's Rest looms over the Red Keep and their happiness.

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Dividers by @zaldritzosrose

Writer's note: Finally got my shit together and wrote something. I'm not even going to lie this is 90% just Aemond being obsessed with his pregnant wife and very little plot. The next part will also deffo be the final part so thank you to everyone who has kept this story alive with all your support depsite the most erratic updates ever. I love you all!

Warnings: mostly fluff with a little angst (fears of miscarriage and childbirth), sexual content but not explicitly smut (speaking my truth that Aemond might have a kink about seeing his wife pregnant).

The relief Y/N felt in finally telling Aemond she was with child, and in his joy at the fact was tempered slightly by the hen pecking she subsequently had to withstand. If Aemond had been overprotective before, he was completely overbearing now, constantly hovering to ensure she didn't fall and constantly harassing the maesters about her health. He would not even allow her to walk down the stairs of the keep if she was not holding onto his arm or the dowager queen's when he was not with her in case she should fall. Though she could admit that the tonics the maesters brought her daily had done wonders for her morning sickness, which had thankfully diminished and it was sweet that Aemond was so concerned for her health and that of their unborn child.

Y/N was also grateful that her pregnancy had brought her and he husband seven closer together. Aemond spent as much time as possible by her side during the day and by night she would always sleep with her back pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped securely around her abdomen as if to keep both her and their unborn child safe. As weeks passed and she finally began to show, Y/N found herself growing more lethargic and spending most of her time in their shared chambers or with Helaena and Queen Alicent, who had been most gracious to her in the knowledge she carried her grandchild. Thus it was that Aemond would come to her at regular intervals throughout the day, very clearly sneaking away from some council meeting or another, often presenting her with yet another gift or bouquet of her favourite flowers.

Despite the happiness Y/N felt, she also felt a little guilty, knowing Aemond must be shirking his duties in some way to be with her. She wished for nothing more than an end to this senseless war between kin, so she could simply enjoy this newfound joy between her and Aemond without a shadow hanging over them constantly. Due to his silent, almost cat-like tread, Y/N did not always notice his presence until she felt his hands gently caressing her growing bump. It was on one such occasion that the baby had kicked for the first time, and she'd winced slightly at the jarring sensation, sending Aemond into a panic as he immediately removed his hands from her person.

"Did I hurt you, my love?" Y/n didn't respond for a few moments in her surprise at the new sensation. But it filled her heart with a warm and pleasant feeling as she smiled at the sure sign of life. Looking up to see Aemond in a state of anguish, she quickly relented, reaching for his hands to place them back on her stomach so he could feel the tiny kicks of their little one.

"No, no. I'm fine. I felt the baby kick for the first time and was surprised. Here, can you feel it?"

Aemond looked down at her protruding stomach in awe as Y/N felt another tiny kick. Aemond surely felt it too, as he smiled softly.

"My little dragon. I hope you will not give your mother too much trouble with your kicking."

Looking back up at her with a tender smile, full of love for both her and their child, Y/N knew, Aemond had leant down to kiss her and Y/N could feel the gratitude he felt towards her in that moment for such a gift. After that, nothing seemed to bring the prince more joy than pressing his hand to Y/N's bump and asking after their little dragon as he had taken to calling their child. He seemed pleased the child was so lively, a sign that the little Prince or princess would be healthy and strong, the maesters said. Though, Aemond remained a caring and loving husband and was ever sympathetic to any pains caused by the child's restlessness.

"I hope my child isn't giving you too much trouble, my love." He tutted softly at her bump as he grazed a hand up and down her spine soothingly. Y/N could only imagine how he'd managed to find his way back to her in the middle of the day when she knew very well his duties lay elsewhere. Y/N huffed, shifting as she felt another kick in her ribs, as if the baby could hear her father's voice.

"Your child barely gives me a moment's rest. Certainly they are the blood of the dragon."

Aemond stroked her hips, his fingers creating small circles as he looked at her with the utmost sympathy.

"Is it terribly painful, my darling?"

Y/N sighed, circling her arms around Aemond's neck and leaning her body against his.

"It's not so bad, I'm glad our child is strong and it's comforting in a way. Don't look so anguished Aemond, I was only jesting before."

Aemond pressed his lips to her temple.

"Is there anything I can do to ease your suffering?'

Y/N smiled at Aemond's affectionate gesture, toying with his brocade a little bashfully.

"You can distract me..if you like." She added as an afterthought.

Aemond was glad he'd paid attention to the trinkets Helaena liked when they were growing up. It made it much easier for him to know what gifts women liked. He had little experience with women before Y/N, and no part of him had ever considered himself a suitable romantic partner before her due to his disfigurement. Yet fortune had bestowed upon him the love of a sweet and gentle lady, who had given him what he'd always yearned for, a family. Past experience had taught him Y/N would only begrudgingly accept jewels or ornaments but that she was partial to fine fabrics, having a particular acuity for sewing and embroidery And of course there was her favoured bluebells he was only too happy to gather for her. He wanted to show her Y/N every day how grateful he was to her for the great gift of the child she nurtured within her womb.

He felt himself smile subconsciously at the thought of the baby his wife carried in spite of himself as he sifted through piles of fine silks, trying to determine which Y/N might like best. He was sure he saw the merchant shiver minutely out of the corner of his good eye. Thinking of Y/N, he could almost forget how others saw him. As a Prince of Darkness, someone to be feared, whose smile could even portend danger and violence. Ever was Aemond reminded of his great fortune in finding Y/N, who was somehow able to see past his harsh exterior and reach the good within him as no one else could, not even his mother or sister.

"These will do. Have them delivered to the Red Keep." Aemond assumed the dismissive and cold air he was sure the merchant expected, before heading back to the keep himself. He knew that he'd already been gone too long, and his absence would have been noted, at least by his mother and Aegon, who'd come to depend upon him in the small council. But his heart pulled him in the direction of his chambers.

Opening the door softly so as not to startle his wife if she were napping, knowing well how her pregnancy had exhausted her of late, Aemond's lips quirked up at the sight of his wife. He took advantage of the fact she had not yet noticed his presence to drink in her beauty, resplendent in the glow of the afternoon sun. Pacing over to her quietly, Aemond gently brought his hands to rest against her bump, though he dropped them quickly as Y/N winced and hunched over in pain. Had he perhaps underestimated his strength and grabbed her too harshly?

"Did I hurt you, my love?" Aemond grappled with his emotions to remain calm as Y/N remained silent, a look of wonder passing across her features.

"No, no. I'm fine. I felt the baby kick for the first time and was surprised. Here, can you feel it?"

Instantly, relief flooded through the prince, quickly replaced by a spark of excitement and curiosity at this most fundamental proof of the little life Y/N carried within her. Aemond pressed his hand to Y/N's bump, smiling as he felt the baby's tiny kicks against his palm. He was briefly stunned in to silence himself, overwhelmed by his love for both the child and its mother.

"My little dragon. I hope you will not give your mother too much trouble with your kicking."

Aemond looked from Y/N's eyes to her lips, leaning down to press his against hers tenderly and convey his devotion to her with this kiss.

From then on, Aemonds hands would always wander to Y/N's bump, hoping to feel their child's tiny kicks. He felt pride in the evidence of the child's strength and Targaryen heritage, placing his mothers hands upon Y/N's stomach excitedly a the queen dowager smiled at her lively grandchild. The prince thought the little drgaon must recognise his voice, for he was seldom left disappointed, much to his wife's chagrin who complained often of the baby's relentless kicking. Aemond knew that the baby's kicks were as reassuring to her as they were to him, though he did regret that the baby's restlessness did cause Y/N discomfort every time he saw her wince.

"I hope my child isn't giving you too much trouble, my love." He tutted softly at her bump as he grazed a hand up and down her spine soothingly.

Y/N huffed, shifting uncomfortably.

"Your child barely gives me a moment's rest. Certainly, they are the blood of the dragon."

Aemond stroked her hips sympathetically, wishing he knew of a way to help her. He felt guilty that she had to bear the burdens of pregnancy alone.

"Is it terribly painful, my darling?"

Y/N sighed, circling her arms around his neck and leaning her body against his. Aemond pressed her closer to him, only too eager to offer her comfort.

"It's not so bad, I'm glad our child is strong and it's comforting in a way. Don't look so anguished Aemond, I was only jesting before."

Aemond schooled his features into a more even tempered expression, pressing his lips to Y/N's temple. He was in awe of how strong his wife was, how brave she was in trying to brush aside her discomfort. But he did not wish her to feel as though she needed to suffer in silence or conceal her struggles from him.

"Is there anything I can do to ease your suffering?'

Aemond watched as Y/N began to play with the buttons of his tunic, an air of nervousness surrounding her movements. He wanted to hold her hand against his chest to stop her fidgeting and ease her nerves, unsure what had caused him. Instead, she surprised him with her next words before he could ask for the cause of her sudden change in demeanour.

"You can distract me..if you like." Aemond felt a wave of affectation wash over him at her request and the manner in which it was posed. He knew that shyness was simply in Y/N's nature, it did not matter that they were married, so he was more than used to her subtlety and took her meaning immediately. Grasping onto her hips, he moving his lips from her temple to graze her jawline instead.

"Anything to please my wife. I am a dutiful husband, after all." In seconds he'd swept her up into his arms, her shriek of surprise and subsequent giggles blending beautifully Aemond thought with the lower cadence of his own laugh. Y/N patted his shoulder affectionately.

"You won't be able to pick me up like this for much longer. I'll be too heavy."

Aemond, ever observant, noticed the real insecurity concealed beneath an air of humour.

"That's nonsense. When I hold you now, I'm holding my entire world."

Y/N pressed her face into Aemond's chest.

"You always say such romantic things when you know how it flusters me."

Aemond chuckled as he carried her towards their bed, amused by her trying to hide her reddened cheeks from him.

"Perhaps it is my intention to fluster you, little one." Y/N sighed exasperatedly as Aemond set her down. He did so love to see her blush.

"Don't tease me, it's mean." Aemond observed that Y/N stopped just shy of poking her tongue out at him. A devilish look lit the prince's eye as he climbed on top of her, humming thoughtfully as he slipped a hand underneath her skirts, stroking the sensitive skin on the inside of her thigh. Y/N inhaled sharply as his hand glided upwards painfully slowly, and he pressed a sensual kiss to the pulse point close to her ear.

"My sincere apologies. I'll have to make it up to you, wife."

Aemond's eye drank in Y/N's features as her eyes flutter shut.

"They'll miss you at the small council."

Aemond restrained a scoff at his wife's perpetual need to always do what was expected of them. He was tired of trying to play the perfect Prince, when everyone including himself knew that was not who he was. Besides, seeing Y/N pregnant with his child had only seemed to inflame the fiery passion he held for her, and he'd much rather spend all of his time between her legs if he could. He did spare his gentle, shy wife from putting it in such lewd terms.

Aemond hummed nonchantly, pressing a kiss to her collarbone as he let his hand slide upwards under her skirts, earning him a gasp from Y/N.

"I think you know there's nowhere else I'd rather be than here with you. Besides, my wife's comfort is a far more pressing matter to me"

Y/N laughed and pulled him closer to her. Aemond knew he would no doubt be called away sooner than he would like to deal with the ugly business of the war he'd had no small part in inciting. But for now, there was just her, who he loved, and the beautiful gift she carried within her womb.

While Aemond was a doting husband, he was often called away from Y/N's side to scout the skies on Vhagar or attend his brother, the King. She was proud of him for his sense of duty to his brother, but ever fearful that he might be called upon to battle. Ser Cristom Cole and Ser Gwayne Hightower, the queens affable and gentlemanly brother, had set out on the March months past, taking castle after castle in the crownlands. Y/N knew it was only a matter of time before a raven summoned Aemond to join them.

And yet, despite the omnipresent and oppressive shadow of war that cast a gloom upon the Red Keep, other worries gnawed at Y/N. As the months flew by and her bump grew in size, she began to realise the true weight of her situation and fear began to creep in of what she could expect in child birth. Her own mother had died when she was only young, and she had very little experience with labour. She daren't ask Helaena about her own labours, not wishing to trigger any traumatic memories, and the queen dowager, as well meaning as she was, only wanted to smooth over Y/N's concerns entirely and tell her that everything would come to her naturally. With such serious matters pressing upon Y/N's mind, she felt more than a little silly at her increasing insecurity in her own body.

As she grew out of her dresses and had to have more commissioned, she spent more and more time looking at her own reflection in the mirror, finding herself unrecognisable and worrying that Aemond might begin to feel the same. Entering their chambers, Y/N was surprised to find Aemond already settled in his favoured armchair reading from a book on the Dornish Wars. She must have tarried longer than she thought helping Helaena put Jahaera to bed.

Aemond's eyes lit up at the sight of her on the threshold, as if they'd been parted for years rather than mere hours, and he immediately held his arms out to her. Y/N's felt her heart stumble at his invitation, knowing he meant her to sit on his lap. But she only smiled at him, shaking her head softly as she approached the floor length mirror.

"I'm much too heavy for that now, husband."

Y/N saw Aemond's face fall at her words as she swept by him.

"Nonsense."

Planting herself in front of the mirror that had earned her enmity. Y/N initially started unpinning her hair but quickly began shifting to see her body at different angles.

"What are you doing, my love?"

Y/N stiffened at the sound of Aemond's voice, having almost forgotten he was there. She huffed with frustration at herself, though she did not avert her eyes from her reflection.

"Just taking note of how huge I've grown. I think I'll need new dresses again soon. This one is fit to burst."

Y/N heard rather than saw Aemond snap his book shut and rise from his favoured chair. She felt her heart beat faster with either nervousness or anticipation as Aemond approached her, sensing tension radiating from him. He hated when she would complain about her changed appearance, and was fastidious in his assertion that there was no other maiden so fair in Westeros. But it was difficult to believe that when Y/N had witnessed her body change drastically to the point she could scarcely recognise it as her own. She worried too whether it would be forever changed once she'd given birth...and whether Aemond would still think her beautiful even if it was. She supposed it was a silly think to worry about all things considered, especially when she'd grown to love the little dragon she carried in her womb so dearly. Y/N was stirred from her thoughts as she felt Aemond's hands press inisistently against her waist, his voice stern in her ear. "I thought I told you not to speak like that about yourself."

Y/N shivered lightly at his tone, no longer denying to herself that she was drawn to this more commanding side of him, which reminded her that he was a Targaryen Prince as well as her loving husband. She did not love him despite the darkness she knew he held within him. It was just another essential part of him she loved.

'Aemond, even you can no longer deny that I'm enormous." She laughed to hide her genuine insecurity, but it was a weak and unconvincing sound. Aemond tutted softly, squeezing her hips. She took a sharp intake of breath as he lowered his head to the crook of her neck and she felt his angular nose graze down her throat.

"Oh my love. Don't you know how beautiful you are? How radiant?" Y/N found herself unconsciously pressing herself further into Aemond's chest as his breath danced pleasantly across her skin, heating her blood, almost sagging against him entirely to her embarrassment as he pressed a slow kiss to her shoulder. Disarmed by Aemond's proximity, Y/N voiced the concern that that been eating away at her even in her happiness.

"I'm worried you won't always think so now that I'm so changed with this pregnancy."

Aemond kissed her temple affectionately.

"Impossible. You're perfect..my perfect wife who carries my child." Y/N let her eyes flutter closed as she heard the smile in Aemond's voice. She knew how proud and excited he was about their child.

Aemond was clearly displeased with her silence, humming thoughtfully as he always did.

"How can I convince you, my darling?" Y/N shrugged.

"I don't know."

She felt his hands shift to her back, his fingers weaving into the ribbon stays that held her dress together as he deftly began to untie them.

"Do you want me to show you?"

She shuddered, completly under the spell of his powerful voice and forgetting her concerns.

"What?" She didn't need him to clarify what he meant...but she wanted him to.

Aemond finished with the laces and let his hand glide down the smooth skin of her back.

"How perfect you are for me. How much I desire you, adore you."

Y/N brought her arm up to rest her hand against where she thought Aemond's cheek was, though she was hardly in control of her body or mind at his ministrations.

"Yes."

Aemond inclined his head down towards her so his hair tickled her neck and cheek. His voice was low and alluring.

'And you won't criticise yourself anymore?'

Y/N readily agreed, flustered and forgetting why she'd been so worried a few moments before.

'Yes.'

"Good girl."

He tugged impatiently on the sleeves of her dress, his growl of frustration as the material caught mingling with her laughter.

Cole had been on the March for months, and Rhaneyra had yet to concede the throne, so Aemond was not surprised when Cole's raven arrived, summoning him to Rooks Rest. Rhaenyra's complacency called for decisive action, and a dragon so close to Dragonstone would not be so easy to ignore as his mother's entreaties. Part of him was eager for battle, to prove himself, and to defend his brother's claim. That did not make telling his wife any easier. And so it was with a heavy heart and a bouquet of slightly crushed bluebells in his hand that he sought her out. He was concerned to find her sat in the middle of their bed, her head on her knees, and a look of anxiety of her face. Had she already heard news of his departure somehow?

"What's the matter, my darling?"

Y/N looked up at him in alarm, clearly startled from her thoughts.

"I'm frightened."

Aemond hadn't anticipated her directness, but he sought to ease her anxieties if he could. He would return to her and he wanted her to have faith in him that he would.

Stepping into the room and shutting the door softly behind him, he moved to sit on the edge of the bed. He took her hand gently in his, lacing their fingers together. Aemond had feared Y/N's reaction and expected hysteria rather than this eery calm, but this was just as unsettling.

"You need not fear. None of Rhaenyra's dragons can match Vhagar and my dragon is well seasoned in battle. I promise to return to you." Y/N looked puzzled by Aemond's words until everything seemed to click into place, and she ripped her hand from his. Rising to stand, she pushed his arms away as he tried to stop her flurried movements.

"You are to go into battle? Have you no thought to what it would do to me if something we're to happen to you?"

Aemond stared in shock at his enraged wife, realising too late that he'd mistaken her earlier words.

"You did not know? When you said you were afraid..."

Y/N looked at him desperately "Afraid to die in childbirth. I've heard such awful things about it and sought reassurance."

Aemond cursed his foolishness in jumping to conclusions, reaching for Y/N.

"I will not let that happen. You will have the best maesters and my mother will know exactly what to do. I promise..."

Y/N cut him off as he went to stroke her cheek, swatting his hand away.

"Don't make me promises you can't keep Aemond. Not when you fly towards danger, leaving your wife and unborn child to suffer your loss should you die in battle." Her words stung, but Aemond was more concerned with his wife's erratic breath and the tears that spilled down her cheeks. As she grew more hysterical, he wrapped his arms around her, despite her struggling, certain her distress could not be good for her of the baby.

"Would you leave me a widow?"

Aemond's heart clenched as her voice broke. Though he noted that her fingers gripped his arms now rather than pushed him away.

"Of course not. Have faith in me, my love. I will lay waste to these pretenders and return to you."

"You don't now that. You can't know that. You can't go" Y/N's words seemed to trail off and she suddenly sagged in his arms. Aemond panicked but quickly stopped her from falling as he caught her in a faint.

"Y/N. Y/N!" Aemond touched her face frantically, hoping she would wake, his chest seizing when she did not. Scooping her up in his arms and palcing her on the bed, he shouted to the guards outside the door to call for the maesters.

Y/N opened her eyes, briefly confused as to where she was until she recognised the patterns on the canopy above the bed and the unmistakable feel of Aemond's hand holding hers. Turning her head, she found him kneeling beside the bed, searching her face with a worried expression.

"What happened?"

"You fainted, my sweet girl"

Y/N's eyes widened in alarm.

"Is the baby alright?" She pushed the bed covers aside, desperate to check that her hysterical hadn't harmed their child, but her movements were arrested by Aemond's hands gripping hers.

"Perfectly fine, my love. The maesters have come and gone and found nothing amiss. You fell asleep shortly afterwards, that is all. But you must stay calm. Stress isn't good for you or the child."

Y/N felt tears well in her eyes, horrified that her behaviour could have harmed their baby. Aemond reacted instantly to her tears, rising to sit on the edge of the bed and brush them away with the pads of his fingers.

"Don't cry, my darling. Everything will be alright."

Y/N sat up and pressed her face into Aemond's chest, her sniffles resounding in the stillness of the night. He placed a hand on the back of her head, holding her to him and stroking her back comfortingly.

"Come back to me." Y/N knew he had to go, that he would want to. She could not stop the inevitable but only pray for her husband's safe return.

Aemond kissed the crown of her head, smoothing her hair down.

"I will."

Slight cliffhanger there. Sorry 😬 Sidenote, I'm obsessed with Aemonds little "hmm" he always does.

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The Great Wave - Chapter 14 Review

‼️SPOILERS FOR THE CHAPTER‼️

This chapter felt shorter than the other ones in this second volume so far.

But that doesn't matter.

CUZ GUYS WE FINALLY SEE DATHURA AGAIN ‼️❤️‼️❤️‼️❤️‼️❤️‼️❤️‼️‼️❤️

When the chapter covers were only available, I originally thought that she ended up being the guardian of the Tree of Life but it looks like she just settled somewhere vacant in the Sadida Kingdom.

I don't mind cuz as long as she's there, I'm happy hehe 💗💗 She's such a beauty omg

Dathura saying that she's been called once again by Amalia makes me assume that Dathura asked for her help once before but we know it couldn't have been in Season 4 because she was only seen protecting the Tree of Life as it's last defense.

So the first time Amalia has asked for help must've been in Season 5 when Harebourg will be seen as the antagonist. I'm only making assumptions here but it could be true. In a way, it makes sense because Dathura technically does have a connection to Harebourg since she used to be a past member of the Brotherhood of the Frogotten just like him. So maybe she could have helped Amalia by trying to talk to Harebourg or maybe explain to Amalia what may be going when he'll become a problem for her kingdom. Because let's not forget the fact that he wanted Amalia's kingdom to have endless wood to warm up Frigost.

But anyways, Amalia asks Dathura to help her find a remedy for Yugo.

Cuz apparently the belladonna only slowed the process. It didn't actually fade away on its own because it thought it did its job.

Dathura disconnects herself from her meditation spot and guides Amalia to some hidden territory in the Sadida Kingdom.

I found it a bit odd when Amalia asked her where they were here, since she was supposed to have lived in the kingdom her entire life AND WAS ABSOLUTELY THE TYPE OF KID TO HAVE ROAMED AROUND THE PLACE AND MEMORIZE ALL OF IT BY HEART.

But then again, this entire area is ALIVE so it can do whatever the fuck it wants lol

Dathura just flies away as if she didn't say the most hippie spiritual shit ever.

BUT LOOK AT AMALIA'S ADORABLE FACE WHEN SHE ADMIRES THE PLACE 💗💕💗💗💗💗💗

my little queen is such a softie for nature 💖💖💖

Also let me just say how much I love the fact that Dathura is referring to Yugo as "our" king. She was so chill with Yugo in season 3 and we can tell that she's still cool with him because she accepts him as the king of the Sadida Kingdom.

And that speaks A LOT on so many levels when you know that some sadida citizens do not accept Yugo's people but then you got a part of the Sadida God literally being cool with the king they hate. Like come on now, if you're a sadida AND an eliatrope hater, what are you doing??? You keep blabbing about how the eliatropes are being a menace and "staining" your sadida culture when one of your demigoddesses (who LITERALLY keeps a portion of your god's power, mind you) is straight up just vibing with the man you hate.

Like seriously Amalia you gotta shut them up someday or another.

Another thing that I enjoyed was that I now know, thanks to Dathura, that there is a shortened way to say Grougalorasalar's name. It's Asalar and I don't know why but I find it so cute to say 💕💕 Like it's cool and yet adorable at the same time I don't know how else to explain it.

Amalia then explains what Grougalorasalar wanted and that he'll start attacking again if Yugo doesn't accept giving away the artifacts.

But I am SO GLAD that out of all the things Yugo refuses to give, it's the eliatrope dofus for very obvious reasons.

Like I explained back in the last chapter, Grougalorasalar wanted the Eliasphere since it doesn't belong to them and because Yugo's people have a habit of naming things after their people if they find any powerful artifacts that can support them. But in no way, shape or form does Yugo ever need to give his eliatrope dofus to him. These eliatrope dofus literally belong to the eliatropes because, again, those are the primordial eliatropes' recall points. Not to mention that they've been created by THE ELIATROPE GODDESS.

Like come on what is bro doing asking for something that belongs to them!? I agreed with him about how Yugo and his people were actual troublemakers without even trying, but taking away the dofus that respawns them?? Hell nah man, I stay away from that shit.

So Dathura picks out a plant and properly reduces it to the actual remedy before she tells Amalia to discuss this whole Grougalorasalar situation with Joris.

After everything he's done for the world, it looks like bro still can't get away from the short height allegations from mortals and immortals alike 😭😭

Talking to Joris makes the most sense since he used to be Asalar's vessel but yay, we get to see Joris back! I can just tell that all the joris fans were happy to see him in that 15th chapter cover and now get to see him being mentioned in this chapter lol

DATHURA CALLED AMALIA A FRIEND DISLDKDLWPWPROFODOEEO 💖💗💖💗💗💖💗💖💗💖💗💖💗💖💖💗💗💖💖💗💗💖

Anyways, after suggesting Amalia to speak with Joris about all this, she warns her not to upset Grougalorasalar no matter what hers and Yugo's decision will be.

Don't worry shawty, these two morons got this in the bag 🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢

[rationalnerd62]

Woke up at 2am for the Tale Gate, finished the cooldown at noon.

Boy, what an adventure. This finale had everything I was hoping for and more. My thoughts are a mess, partly because of the lack of sleep and partly because of how fresh it all is, and I've teared up at least three times already thinking about C3 now being over (I'm suspecting the lack of sleep and my inability to process endings well to be at blame), but I still wanted to write down some notes before heading to a really needed nap, so here you go. Spoilers below the cut.

The resolution to the Gods' problem was great. Arguments were made, dice were rolled, Orym's lucky aura was clutched, the Nat 20 fell right when you needed it. The Matron showing up to support Bell's Hells was really appreciated, as BH didn't decide to free Predathos just by themselves: two Gods guided them towards this decision. Honestly, I loved all of their speeches, and most folks rolled well so it paid off (rip to Laudna's roll though, her speech was lovely). I wasn't expecting Ashton's part in this, and they scared me off for a long moment, but it all worked out, thankfully. I think this was a great payoff for this campaign. Now, Predathos is gone, Imogen is free of it, and one chapter ends for Bell's Hells.

The 5h30 second part tied off a lot of threads, in a nice way. Champions and followers got to catch up with their deities before their reincarnation, and while there's some grieving to be done, it's still a hopeful ending to them. Old parties got reunited, with many of the C3 guests making an appearance (apparently Emily Axford was supposed to be there, but couldn't make it when the second part had to be rescheduled because of the LA fires). We got confirmation that Frida knows about FCG (and also, werewolf?!?). Opal is doing okay (boy, was that a threat to the Spider Queen?), the Crown Keepers got to spend some time in Zephrah, and Bell's Hells in Jrusar. Some wounds will take time to heal, but now they've got plenty of that.

Laudna will get to grow old with Imogen.

Honestly, that part is kinda my only "hum" moment for the finale, because I was low-key hoping for a post-campaign one-shot with a good focus on Imodna to resolve this 😅. But that's just because I'm greedy 😉. Knowing that those two are getting their happy ending, without fundamentally having to change in order for that to happen... This is very dear to me. Also, they kinda got married in the process? They still deserve a nice ceremony and a big party for this, but I will admit, Laudna calling Liliana "Mother-in-law" was absolutely hilarious. And Imogen's comment on Laudna already wearing her ring? Adorable (I almost thought she was gonna propose though ahaha).

I loved that Imogen wants to spend a bit of time helping Ruidians in acclimating to Exandria. I funnily hadn't seen it coming, but it makes so much sense, when considering how much she cared for them when she went on Ruidus (and even before, when she could call Reilorans). I'm happy she gets to do that. And I'm happy that she gets to have her little cottage with Laudna, a mix of dark and light, built by their friend Chetney (and now people want to buy the house LOL). She'll also get the time to stay in touch with her parents, and who knows maybe they'll rebuild some sort of relationship. Doors aren't closed.

There was plenty of great content for other characters and relationships (including Vaxleth finally getting their happy ending, after three long campaigns and 7+ IRL years!), but overall Imogen and Laudna are the characters that I'm struggling the most in saying goodbye to. There are never two characters or two relationships alike, and I will keep them close to my heart for a very long time. I'm glad that those friends that never were supposed to become more than that found their way to each other. I'm glad that the actresses who played them loved them that much and managed to give them as many RP moments as they could fit in this tight campaign full of ticking clocks. I'm glad that the cast and crew of Critical Role loved them that much and gave them the space to grow and be celebrated, which is unfortunately not a given in many entertainment companies when considering wlw representation (or queer rep in general! Shout-out to the genderisms of FCG and Ashton, the non-monogamy of Fearne, the gayness of Dorian & Orym and overall how freaking queer the whole party was!). As we live in saddening times for anyone who dares talking about diversity, inclusion, or representation, I am glad to have found some light in Critical Role.

I'm also very much looking forward to seeing the art and reading the fanfics that will continue to be made about Imodna and Bell's Hells as a whole. And after that, I'll cheer for the comics, art books, one-shots, and who knows, animated series, that will be made about them.

This is not a goodbye, only a see-you-later, Bell's Hells.

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and i say do u wanna dance?

(Matty Healy x Daughter!r)

warnings: matty messes up (ugh), queen gab, crying, ballet, some nutcracker references but dw if u know nothing about it it’s fine, bit shorter than I wanted but not short tho (???)

a/n: HEY. WHADUP. IM ALIVE. I think I hate this. Like I could’ve made it better but I also don’t think I could’ve made it better. thank twin for requesting 🫂💌

You never thought you’d be in this big of a production of the Nutcracker, let alone playing Clara. You Dad swears he’s never seen you smile as wide as you did when you found out you got the part. The last nearly 5 months were filled with rehearsals almost every night, preparing for the Nutcracker. School would end and you would rush home, quickly doing your homework before having to get dressed and out the door for rehearsal. Gabi, loved getting you ready. She always joked it’s like she has a little doll to play dress up with now, and she always did your ballet buns better than your dad ever did. Although, he did try his best everytime.

It was all kind of chaotic, and sometimes stressful, but there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

Dance had been your life, and the studio had been your second home. You loved your dance friends so much, and landing the Clara role was proof that your teachers saw progress and potential in you. Everything was going great, and everything you had been working towards was about to be put on display.

You didn’t have nerves, it was all just adrenaline. You remembered the seat numbers Gabi had told you they’d be in - Her, Charli, your Grandmother, and your Father. He kissed you goodbye that very morning, pressing a kiss to your cheek, telling you how excited he was for tonight. Letting you know he would probably have tears in his eyes the second he saw you on stage.

You tried your best to find them in the crowd from the very beginning, but you failed, too worried about keeping your spacing during the opening party scene.

It wasn’t until your solo when you could finally make your way to downstage center and take a good look into their section.

Gabi was there, smiling as wide as possible. Charli and your Grandmother right next to her with proud looks on their faces. But, it was just the three of them.

No Matty. No Dad. No tears. Just an empty seat.

It took everything in you to keep dancing - not to cry and run off stage. He wasn't there, and he said he would. No - he promised.

You took your final bow in line with Marzipan and the Sugar Plum Fairy right on either side of you. It was a weird feeling, all these fantastic, professional dancers, and then there’s little you. It was a moment you should’ve been proud of, but all you could think about was your father, and what his excuse would be this time.

You opened the stage door and were immediately met with your ‘adoring fans’ as Charli put it. You ran to Gabi first thing and she scooped you up into a tight hug.  “You were fantastic, y/n! So beautiful!”

You giggled as you hugged her and talked with Charli and Denise, briefly forgetting about your fleeting thought and what was to come.

You said goodbye to your grandmother and aunt and walked back to the car hand in hand with your stepmother.

After a moment, you spoke.

“Do you know where he is?”

She gave you a weak smile, “I called him before the show when he hadn’t gotten here yet. No answer.”

You hummed and she continued. “I called him during intermission too. He said he got caught up in the studio with the boys and completely forgot.”

Her heart broke when she saw your face shift. It wasn’t anger or madness, it was just hurt.

“I told him to not bother anymore.”

You just nodded.

She opened the car door for you and gave you a hand to crawl in the backseat of the car. As soon as she turned the car on her phone started ringing. You could see your dad’s name show up on the car screen. She picked up her phone and answered, “Hello?” She let out a long sigh as she pulled out of the parking lot. “Hi.” You heard low mumbling on the other line, but couldn’t quite make out what he was saying. After a moment, she turned and handed you the phone. “It’s your father, he wants to talk to you.”

You hesitantly took the phone, taking a deep breath before answering. “Hello?” You said, voice even.

“Y/n! Oh my God- Hi, sweet girl. How are you?” He spoke rushed, panicked even.

“I’m fine.” You said, no meaning behind it.

“Yeah? Good, good. Listen to me…I am so sorry baby-”

“I don’t want to talk to you right now-”

He didn’t listen, just kept talking. “I’m on my way home right now. I’ll be there before you know it.”

“I don’t want you home. I don’t want to see you.” You said, eyes starting to fill with tears. “I told you to be here.”

He sighed, “I know sweet girl-”

“Then why weren’t you here?” You asked, lips wobbling and tears, quickly nearing a ten.

“I just caught up with work things, baby. I’m so sorry-”

“It’s always work. It’s always some lazy excuse that’s apparently more important than me.”

He sighed, “Stop it, y/n. You know that’s not true.” He said, voice firm but still gentle.

“It is true. It’s always true. I’m always the last thing you worry about.”

“That’s ridiculous, Y/n.”

“It’s how I feel.” He was silent after that. You scoffed after a moment, “Here’s Mom, I’ll talk to you later.”

“Baby, wait-”

You handed the phone back to Gabi before he could get another word out.

…

You woke the next morning with a headache and a lingering feeling in your chest. All you can remember was crying into Gabi as she put you to bed. She quickly changed you into one of your favorite matching pj sets and grabbed a makeup wipe, trying to get all of your stage makeup off to make sure you didn’t sleep in any. You wrapped your arms around her, burrowing your head into her chest as you cried. She held you like that for a while, even after you fell asleep. Even after she heard the front door open and shut, signalling that Matty had finally gotten home.

When you pried your eyes open you were met with gold rays streaming in from the window. You stayed staring outside for a moment. Thinking. This wasn’t the first time your dad had done something like this, and it made your heart hurt knowing that it probably wouldn't be the last.

He loved you. You knew that. But some days it was hard to remember it.

You heard a knock at your door.

“Hey.” Gabi said, quietly, peeking her head through the door.

You flipped over in bed to face the door, lifting your arm and hand toward her, something you did frequently to signal her over to sit next to you.

She smiles as she walks over. You moved over a little to make more room and she laid down, letting you snuggle into her.

“Daddy’s awake. You wanna go see him?”

You quickly shook your head. “No,” you said.

“He wants to come see your second show tonight-”

“I don’t want him there.” You mumbled into her.

She sighed as she moved her fingers delicately through your hair. “He wants to see you perform, you know? He wants to see all your hard work pay off.”

“He didn’t want to last night?”

Gabi hates situations like these - being caught in the middle. She could never stay mad at Matty, although he made it pretty hard to keep that up after last night. She never wanted to make it seem like she was picking sides whenever something like this happened, even though nine times out of ten she would’ve picked yours.

“I know you’re mad at him, and you have every right to be. He messed up an awful lot yesterday. But, he loves you more than anything. More than he loves me.”

“That’s not true.”

She laughed, “Wanna bet?” Your face twisted in confusion. She settled deeper under the sheets. “When your Daddy and I first started dating, all those years ago, we knew we were in love and knew it was getting pretty serious.” You both adjusted yourselves, now lying on your sides to look at each other. “We had a conversation, the first of many. Will we get married? Have kids? Be an actual couple? All that stuff. But at the end of it, he looked at me seriously, and you want to know what he told me?”

You thought for a moment, but you were already too involved with the story. “What?” You said.

Gabi smiled, “He said, ‘I love you, and I want to love you for the rest of my life, but you have to understand that nothing will compare to the love I have for that little girl.”

She smiled, continuing to run her hands through your hair. You sat for a beat, thinking. You looked up at her wide-eyed, “He really said that?”

She nodded, “Cross my heart…”

You hummed, lying down on your back again, Gabi copying you.

“I know you didn’t ask for it, but everything he does, now and forever, it’s all been for you, Y/n.” She wiped a tear off your face you hadn’t realized had fallen. “He really does love you more than anything in this world, and he’ll probably keep beating himself up until you forgive him.”

You curled into her again, “I’m still mad.”

“Oh, I know. And you have every right to be. Hell, I would be too. You don’t have to forgive him right away, just know that he wants to be with you, and will be there whenever you need it, alright?”

You nodded.

…

The morning light filtered through the kitchen window as you stepped inside, Gabi leading the way. Matty was already there, slouched at the table with a half-empty cup of coffee in front of him. His curls were messy, his eyes tired, but they softened when he saw you.  

“Hi, baby. Good morning,” he said, voice warm despite the weight behind it.  

“Good morning,” you replied, moving to sit at the counter.  

Gabi was already at the stove, glancing back at you. “You want your usual, Y/n?”

“Yes, please.”

“Alright, I’m on it.” She gave you a small smile before turning back to the pan.  

Matty leaned forward, watching you. “How’d you sleep?”

You shrugged, pushing your sleeves up. “Fine.”

“Yeah? Not too bad?” he pressed gently.  

“Mhm.”  

He nodded, chewing the inside of his cheek. There was a pause - one where you didn’t look at him, and he didn’t look away from you. Then, he inhaled sharply.  

“Do you think I could come tonight? Go watch you dance?” 

Your hand hesitated midair, spoon hovering over your plate.  

You thought of last night. Of waiting by the backstage door, your stomach twisted into knots, scanning every unfamiliar face in the crowd, hoping one of them would be him. You thought of slipping off your ballet shoes, the ache in your toes nothing compared to the ache in your chest when you realized - he wasn’t coming.  

Before you could answer, he spoke again.  

“I know I messed up, Y/n. And messed up bad. But you have to know the last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt you.”

You stared at your plate, lips pressed together. He sounded so small, like he wasn’t sure if he even deserved to ask.  

“I am so, so, so sorry, Y/n.”  

You let out a slow breath, glancing up at him. His hands were folded tightly together, his shoulders hunched like he was bracing for you to shut him out completely.  

“You can come tonight.”  

Matty’s head snapped up, eyes searching yours.  

“Yeah?”  

You nodded.  

He exhaled a laugh, almost in disbelief. “Thank you, baby.”  

And later that night, when the curtains parted and the music swelled, he sat in the audience with tears slipping down his face.  

Because he was right.  

He cried the moment he saw you on stage.

[11queensupreme11]

You answered Let’s goo!!!!

I love you Queen my pookie Wookiee bear!

I’m sorry that was weird..

Anyways!

What I was wondering was if Cu got so mad that Percy fell in love with a mortal that his dumbass cheated again! Out of spite! (This probably won’t come true but bear with me please 🙏) and when Percy found out to his horror she just shrugged him off explaining that she didn’t care what he did anymore, and expected him to not keep it in his pants. I can imagine her being a savage as well like -

Cu: I cheated on you why don’t you care!???

Percy: honestly Cu, you’ve already cheated on me once already, you have a history of cheating, I don’t love you anymore, if I could I would have divorced you already and taken the kids with me, if I chose between Anthonius and you I would choose Anthonius over you any day. You wanna know why? Because he wouldn’t let his ‘urges’ get the better of him and cheat on me. If there was a cheating club you would be right behind my uncle Zeus and I could care less.

Cu: 😨

🤣

Okay but the second ask was about when Percy was grieving.

WARNING: MENTION OF SUCIDE

what if because of Cu and how he didn’t care at first that he cheated on Percy and disregarded her feelings. AND in this case Percy caught him in the act. When Percy went away and she killed herself. And just to make it more traumatic. Her children are the ones that found that body and Cu who was banging the mistress heard their screams and when he saw what happened he realized what he’s done 😈

Percy’s dead and ITS ALL HIS FAULT!

😈😈😈

How would the the yanderes and the kids react to this situation? Especially CU!!!

Imagine loving someone so much but because of your beliefs she killer herself…Cu is such a dumbass I want him to suffer 😈😈😈

well, he'd do pretty much the same thing as the previous scenarios if she fell in love with a mortal: plunge all of midgard to chaos and chip away the man's sanity.

if he cheats again after that and percy doesn't care (let's be honest, she's probably still traumatized and numb), cú chulainn would literally just rape her 💀

like i am not kidding. this dude's a yandere, ofc he'd rape her. he'd force himself on her to MAKE her love him again. that is literally every yan's go-to if they feel their darling stray away: rape them and break them. or in cú chulainn's case, force your love onto them until they have no choice but to accept it. he'll do it to remind her of her place, to remind her of HIS LOVE and that she better love him back or else

(on the bright side tho! he won't cheat again since he's seen how heartbroken it made her 😅 a win's a win, i guess??????)

as for the suicide one, i think i might've gotten that ask, but it might be someone else so i'll answer it here

the yanderes would be DEVASTATED AND HORRIFIED. percy being dead is their number 1 fear. the literal love of their immortal lives is gone, and it's because she was so fucking depressed that she killed herself. hell, these yans have put her through the WRINGER for centuries, eons even, and she stayed strong but cú chulainn's infidelity was the last straw for her.

like.... percy is extremely fucking resilient. she stayed alive for her kids, held on for them, but she was pushed so much that she finally killed herself and left her children, WHO SHE LOVES VERY MUCH, behind.......... that says a LOT

this would completely break cú chulainn. like really, genuinely, 10000% break him. not even the impending war of the other pantheons raining down on him would snap him out of it, and he's a war god. his children are devastated at the loss of their mother, his eldest son is horrified and furious, and they're all desperately trying to get him to snap out of his misery because a bunch of pantheons were coming for them and they NEED their dad

percy's suicide would cause a lot of death. the celtic pantheon would be faced with many many pantheons against them, cú chulainn is enemy number 1, and his children are in danger too. if percy were to kill herself because of this, it'd lead to a lot of slaughter and her precious children wouldn't be spared either 💔💔💔

[brynnsasha191]

“Rhaenyra's own fans will turn on her”

I’m thinking about Emma’s interview where they outright reject Rhaenicent, this is the first time they have ever done this and I can’t help but wonder if it’s because they’re aware of how fan’s were reacting to Rhaenyra’s character.

Actors don’t live in a bubble, they have access to social media and their PR teams would make them aware of public response.

So Emma would be made well aware that Rhaenyra was losing fans to Jace, her indecisiveness to avenge Luke was turning TB against her, no one was interested in supporting a Queen who didn’t actually want to be Queen etc.

Hell all they’d need to do is check out the dislikes for the Dragonstone scene on YouTube to know just how much the general audience appreciated the Rhaenicent reunion that just a few months ago the writers were bragging about being something fans were dying to see.

It’s probably why they asked for Rhaenyra to use a sword in S3, so she can actually do something other than stand around complaining whilst the men take charge.

If the writers do try to prioritise Rhaenicent over Jace I can’t see Emma supporting it, 2x08 was ironically enough Nyra’s saving grace because she demanded a son for a son, but like previous anon said, if she turns around and chooses Alicent again fans will drop her like a hot potato.

I've honestly decided I don't like Emma or Olivia that much. They are fabulous actors but alas. I firmly believe that Olivia never actually shipped Rhaenicent, and every time she mentioned it and interacted with Rhaenicents had nothing to do with shipping them. I had a conversation with @atopcat about this a little bit ago. Olivia only faked liking rhaenicent because it kept her popular with that portion of the fandom, and then when people were completely done with that and Alicent lost her fan base, Oliva backtracked and started to disavow the ship, by saying she was portraying Alicent like 'she wanted to spit in Rhaenyra's face' and stopping interaction with those fans.

Emma on the other hand was neutral on rhaenicent and didn't mention it much but then when Olivia/Alicent lost their fanbase, they started completely rejecting it in an attempt to save themselves from Olivia's fate. I don't trust Emma or Olivia with writing shit anymore. Emma was responsible for the queer baiting that was the kiss with Mysaria. And Olivia was responsible for the Rhaenicent meet ups. Hot take: actors shouldn't be able to just ask for a scene because this stuff happens. I know Emma is just trying to save their job but it still feels tacky to me

They are both clearly doing damage control. Because Emma probably does know their characters carelessness for her sons is more important than a badly written and toxic yuri ship. Rhaenyra's popularity has been almost entirely transferred to Jace. Because Jace can actually make decisions with crying and throwing a two episode tantrum over it. As the previous anon said, do you know how incompetent you made your leading lady if you left people preferring her 16 year old son over her??? Rhaenyra started losing fans the second they butchered Luke's death, just wanting Aemond's head, which she changed her mind about, when in the book she wanted all the greens dead. She lost more fans when she basically spat in Jace's face about him not wanting to dragonseeds. What finally stopped the leak was when she said a son for a son, which was the first time Luke had been mentioned in a couple episodes.

In the Sept scene in KL, Rhaenyra mentions Luke literally once and not nearly as ferociously as Book!Rhaenyra would've.

I wish I could say I believe the writers and actors will wise up and stop this but I honestly don't. I wouldn't put it past them to completely double down on it and have Rhaenyra chose Alicent over her babies. Hopefully, Emma could see how disliked that is and stop it but idk.

Here's a friendly reminder for the writers: the love Rhaenyra had for her babies was well written in s1! She loved them with all her heart. I have no idea why you changed that for Rhaenicent!!! Go back! Rhaenyra loves her babies. Don't ruin Jace's death the way you did Luke's

[spacejade]

Dawner/Twilight and Hero party focused chapter directory

Have you ever wanted to revisit a certain moment but couldn't remember the chapter? Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle aka Maoujou de Oyasumi aka Maoyasu has so many chapters and the titles aren't always helpful so I compiled a list of the most relevant Twilight/Dawner (AkaTaso) chapters on my reread! I've also noted down the chapters focused on the other members of the hero party, since they are so few. Hope this is helpful!

Disclaimer: This post is for those who have already read through the entire series and just to be able to jump to certain moments to reread. I encourage new readers to read the whole thing without skipping. There's just so much to love about this manga!!

Dawner/Twilight focused chapters

Ch53: Suya's nightmare of Dawner from their childhood. Now that I think about it, it mentions the time that Dawner went missing (and met Twilight), so it's related(?). It's also the first Dawner-focused chapter in the whole manga

Ch 70: Twilight and Suya have a practice pajama party and the first hint of Twilight's love story. It's not really related but I'm including it since it's directly related to ch257.

Ch257: Twilight's first love story, of his time with Dawner 15 years ago.

Ch316, 318-319: THE Dawner/Twilight reunion, and Twilight's reaction to it.

*ch317 is Harpie+Suya taking care of the sick cursed musician, if you were wondering what was missing

Ch339 (Kai runs away from the demon castle)+Ch346 (Suya's bar): These are actually focused on Twilight+Kai but they are also about. This.

Ch332: Not the focus of the chapter, but Zeus and Twilight talk about Dawner for a bit after saving Goodreste Royal Academy, and you can see some of Twilight's reaction here.

Ch334: Leo gets Chamos to investigate Dawner. Not much on Dawner/Twilight themselves and more on Leo's reaction to it, but we get Dawner's full name here.

Ch384-386: The Hero Party in the demon castle's dungeon mini-arc, up until Dawner meets Twilight (again)

(fun fact, the deserted island was first shown in ch300, the beach chapter)

Ch391: Dawner's reaction to finding out that Twilight is Dee

And that's where we are now! Will I get to update this post next week or will Kuma-sensei make us waiting another 70 chapters?? How exciting 👀

(Bonus: Way back in Ch22, Twilight already had nightmares abt disappointing the Hero. I thought it was interesting how he's always wanted to impress him, even without the connection to "Hee")

Hero Party focused chapters

Other than those already mentioned, here are the chapters focused on the hero party, since they are so few. I didn't include minor 1 frame appearances (especially in the first few chapters) but let me know if anyone wants that too

Ch77: Suya meeting Dawner in her dream. The first time we see Dawner's personality in the current time besides minor appearances

Ch83: I said I wouldn't include minor appearances but look at Dawner being a lil (clueless) shit here. The chapter is focused on Suya's childhood stories but Dawner is there for 2 panels, which i might as well just post here

Ch105: Poseidon tells Dawner that Suya doesn't want to go home. Again a minor appearance but it says sth abt his personality

Ch137: Sunrise's introduction. Queen.

Ch151: Princess Robo Mark III vs. the hero party. Not focused on the personality of the hero party but they sure are there a lot (?)

Ch227: The chapter is actually focused of Zeus+Poseidon but. is this anything

Ch233:Poseidon teaches Suya how to do pull-ups(?official translation?) backflips feat. a tiny flashback to Dawner giving Suya more trauma

Ch238: The lost teddy demon is found by the hero party (hooray! finally another proper Dawner-focused chapter!)

Ch242: The lost teddy demon from Ch238 starts to imitate Dawner and Suya gets suspicious. Really shows what she thinks of him lmao

Ch287: Neo Alrune battles the hero party. I feel like this counts as a Sunrise chapter, yes?

Ch352-353: The hero party at the fake inn. The Waker focused chapters!

Ch383: The suspension of the hero party's quest, right before they go into the demon castle dungeon. Kisho focused with more insight on how the team works together

That's about it for now. Honestly I was shocked at how far apart the chapters were.... How long has Kuma-sensei been cooking... Now with the plot developments I hope we get to see more of the Hero Party though!!

Also please let me know if there's any chapters I've missed or you want included. With nearly 400 chapters there might be stuff that Ive missed... 400... that's crazy.... may maoyasu go on forever....

[rosewcterdrunk]

Thayer settles back into the corner of the room with ease, purpose lining his being better than the silk and velvet of his breeches and waistcoat. Dull colors adorn the knight, black and gray, satiated from swallowing his surroundings. He is well aware of his looming presence but he has no intention of imposing upon this day except to deliver his sister to the mouth of this beastly market and pledge himself to the mercy of his cousin. Thayer had never spoken against the crown, but he defies it today under the impression that he believes the queen can find him happiness in society— if only to grant himself favor before revealing his love sits lonely at the sea.

He turns to the woman at his side again, tilts his head away from studying the precious and precocious creatures of the early afternoon. Too easily is he enthralled by others, but it is to be expected when so much of his life was spent focused on being rid of men before him. He swears he is not meant for society, but his civility is rooted in curiosity. Though, Thayer's admiration may easily be a defense against sorting through his own thoughts.

"Is the purpose of wandering not to find a place you belong best, the edge of the world where the grass will always be greener to you? I believe some of those here, around to the ton, may be more content with it than we realize."

His gaze returns to those around him, but his thoughts remain with every word she has spoken.

"If I wander, it is only because I search for a place that has just a semblance of home," He admits gently. "If I could go anywhere at all but home, I would wander the ends of the earth for that comfort again... and I fear I may have to."

But he does not speak of London as so many may believe, or the towns his family have crawled through to invest what was left of their fortune so that another downfall cannot take it. He speaks of Margate, and his love, and the fragmented pieces of a life he cannot have. To sit still in it, with the taste of salt on his tongue and stinging old wounds to clean them, he would revel in the thought of it as long as he could sit there with Portia Lockridge.

"If you could go anywhere, where would you go?" Thayer asked her. "Is it home, or beyond?"

"Freedom." The word slips out before she gets a chance to stop it, and it's the most foolish she has felt in a while, but it's too late to take it back now, or pretend she had not said it, so she carries on. "Being one's own master or mistress, moreso, I suppose." Whether she is successful in playing it off as something less dramatic remains to be seen, but Willa decides she doesn't care what some demoted prince thinks of her or her envies.

The truth of the matter is that she would be happiest left to her own devices. Allowed some involvement in the family business, allowed access to her share of the family fortune (that which makes up her dowry), allowed make the important decisions pertaining to her own life and fate. It is not as though these ladies—these young girls—are afforded those choices either, so perhaps her envy is misplaced after all.

Yet they aren't seen as less-than by virtue of the class they were born into, nor because their families worked hard to earn the wealth they can boast of now. There is nothing fair about it, any of it, she muses, and yet what is there to be done but to grin and bear it, and simply be glad that she is allowed exist in the periphery? (The picture of stoicism she is not; Willa has never been very adept at schooling her expressions, nor controlling how her face reacts.)

"Sounds rather like a punishment to me. To never wander again? Half the fun of this world of ours is the wandering."

[frenchonionsoop]

In the night the stormy night away she'd fly!

[ir-dr]

Day 3668 - 26 September 2024

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.//projectTiGER

[askgardenerwoods]

hi Emma! Who do you consider your friends do you have a crush on anybody?

" For crushes... "

[theandrosaur]