#but mobile doesn’t do read mores and the tags are now too long!!!!!!

[aro-laurance-zvahl]

hey now, don't beat yourself up about "unfinished" work. sometimes the purpose of writing is to shake your emotions out, or to test a new style, or to write the one specific scene you've been daydreaming about. 500 words is still a lot (trust, I did nano and thinking "I still have 500 words.." is daunting). no love, however brief, is wasted.

for a prompt, you never said if you wanted it fandom specific? so I think it could be fun to try and write smth in second person. you could do it in a, outsiders perspective looking in to whatever fandom situation you want. also, don't feel pressured to post it. sometimes our writing is just for us (though of course if you want to, I'm not holding you back!) :]

It has been. A bit of a rough week. Which made these 500 words take longer than my usual, but they shall not be wasted. Since I first followed you back in your Sanders Sides days, I figured I might well cobble together something SaSi. It’s from this LAMP soulmate AU I have, inspired by a fic I read years ago but when I reread it it just didn’t scratch the itch. It’s a mess of an AU, so many branching paths and no consistent timeline and probably at least 10k words of mess scattered around my drafts and 1k of them are probably the same words pasted into different draft where the situation goes a different direction. I have fun with it though, and I really like it which felt appropriate for this ask as well.

So without further ado, enjoy 537 words of Remy’s inner turmoil.

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You are fourteen years old, sitting with your best friend in his room. You’re pretending not to notice, but you can tell he’s looking at how the writing appears on your arm. You know he’s still mourning the fact his writing doesn’t appear on it anymore, and so are you.

Not that you don’t like your soulmate, he’s nice and his doodles are getting better, and you feel it in your bones you’ll love him when you see him, but you don’t think it’ll stop the weird grief you have about Virgil. He’s been your best friend since you were six, and for over two years he was your soulmate too. Until he wasn’t.

Looking back, maybe it was predictable. You two were kids, arms filled with possible soulmates that fate was still lining up perfectly. Nearly all of them would fade, and one day, for you, they did. You were left with one, like everyone figured would happen. You had already met your soulmate, you two would barely remember a day without that bond. Except the one wasn’t Virgil, and it could not have happened at a worse time.

You don’t think you could ever forgive fate for the shambles she left Virgil in, even if your soulmate is a god on earth. He lost so much that year because of stupid fate and you know he’s never been able to recover, so why should you love fate? You know she’s not kind, maybe she has been to you since that time but you’ve seen the cruel nature she harbors. You had to watch her break your best friend before either of you knew long division.

You take a deep breath. He just got back from the hospital, it’s not the time to go on one of your anger induced ramblings about fate. They make him sad anyway, and you’re supposed to be here to cheer him up. You try to focus back on the game in front of you, but your arm itches and you know it’s because fate is sinking her claws along the new markings, urging you to look and look and look.

You give in to her demands, sparing a quick glance down to relieve the hives like feeling dancing across your arm. It’s nothing important, just a few words asking you to remind him to ask for more stickers, you couldn’t even respond if you really needed to anyway. The itching fades as quickly as it began though, and you wonder how Virgil manages to never look at his own if you cave after moments? His soulmates are chatty too, from what you have gathered from the small things he says about them.

It’s most definitely not the time to ask though, so you once again adjust your grip on the controller in your hand and focus your vision back onto the game in front of you. It really sucks you have to finish the game for him, but he doesn’t want to wait the couple months for his cast to come off to see the end and you know he’d do it for you. You’ve been dying to talk about it with him anyway, and that is definitely a safe and happy subject.

[kckt88]

A Heartbeat Between Us V

Summary:

Y.N moves in with Aemond, however he has trouble dealing with his jealousy as Y.N grows closer to Aegon.

Warning(s): Angst, Drama, Fluff, Swearing, Jealousy, Insecurity, Miscommunication, Kissing, Semi Public Sex, P in V, Oral Sex (M Recieving).

AEMOND x Y.N

Word Count: 5576

A.N - I used Zac Gabriel as the face claim for Daeron.

A.N - Most of the story is already written, as I start a new job on Saturday :-)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated, do not copy/post to other sights without my permission.

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Aemond was almost regretting his suggestion of going baby shopping the moment he stepped foot into the nursery store.

Rows and rows of items surrounded him, none of which he recognized apart from the basics: a cot, a pram and a changing table.

But what was all this other stuff? As he stood there, utterly bewildered, he picked up an odd-looking contraption with tubes and some kind of cup attached. His brow furrowed in confusion as he turned it over in his hands.

"What the hell is this?" he muttered, more to himself than to anyone in particular.

Y.N. appeared beside him and gave him an amused smile. “That’s a breast pump,” she explained, gently taking it from him.

Aemond blinked. "Are you going to-breastfeed?"

Y.N. nodded. “I’ll give it a try. I read in one of those baby books that I can eventually express milk so you can help with feeds if you want.”

He gave a quick nod, relief washing over him. That, at least, made sense. He would be involved in every aspect of their baby's life, even the late-night feedings.

They continued walking through the aisles, moving past shelves lined with more creams, lotions, and baby products than Aemond had ever seen in his life.

“Babies have really sensitive skin,” Y.N. explained, picking up a tub of lotion and reading the label. “We’ll have to be careful with what we buy for them.”

Aemond was still trying to make sense of the endless products when Y.N. casually mentioned, “I’m thinking I’ll have to put the cot in my room, at least for now. My flat doesn’t have a spare room, so I’ll probably look for a bigger place when the baby gets a bit older-”

Without thinking, Aemond blurted out, “-You could come live with me.”

Y.N. stopped, turning to him in surprise.

He shifted awkwardly, realizing how fast he’d said it, but he pressed on. “-I have the room, and I could help more with the baby. I don’t want to miss out on anything-and it just makes sense, doesn’t it? I mean, we’re having a child together, and I-I want you to feel supported. I want to be there for everything.”

Aemond started rambling, listing reason after reason, but Y.N. interrupted him with a soft smile, placing her hand on his arm.

"I'd like that," she said quietly, "-as long as I can contribute toward the bills. I won’t let you pay for everything."

A wave of relief and happiness washed over him, and he agreed, already picturing them as a family in his penthouse. His focus shifted when he spotted something on a nearby shelf.

A cot mobile, but not just any mobile—this one had tiny, intricately designed dragons hanging from it. He wound it up, and a soft, gentle lullaby began playing as the dragons turned lazily in the air.

Aemond smiled, his eyes lighting up. “I’ve always liked dragons,” he said, nostalgia filling his voice.

Y.N. smiled, too, remembering how his notebooks in school had been covered in his dragon sketches. “I remember.”

“This one,” Aemond said decisively, picking up the boxed version of the mobile. “This is the one I want for our baby.”

Y.N. nodded, touched by his excitement. It was clear how much this meant to him.

As he cradled the box in his hands, she smiled at him, already imagining their baby lying beneath the mobile, lulled to sleep by the soft music and the gentle movement of the dragons.

"Do you know what kind of pram you want?" Aemond asked, trying to sound knowledgeable but still feeling a little out of his depth.

Y.N. chuckled, taking his hand. “I’ve seen a few possibilities. Come on, I’ll show you.”

Aemond had practically marshalled his siblings into helping with Y.N.'s move, each of them assigned specific tasks.

The moving process was well underway, and he was determined that Y.N. wouldn’t lift a finger—especially not anything heavier than a pillow.

So, while Aegon, Daeron, and Aemond handled the heavy lifting, Y.N. and Helaena sat on the floor of her now almost-empty bedroom, packing the last of her things into boxes.

“Honestly, Aemond, I can carry other things,” Y.N. protested as she folded some clothes into a box.

“Absolutely not,” Aemond replied from across the room.

Helaena snickered, helping Y.N. close a box. “He’s being protective. Just let him.”

Y.N. shook her head fondly, turning back to Helaena. “Men.”

Meanwhile, Aegon, ever the opportunist, had loudly volunteered to help with the bedroom packing.

“I’ll handle the personal items!” he announced with a smirk, only to be met with a swift slap on the back of the head from Aemond.

“Go help move the boxes that are already packed and sealed” Aemond ordered, sending Aegon out of the room with a scowl.

Y.N. had already arranged for most of her furniture to go into storage, having decided that she didn’t need much in the way of bulky items.

There was only one exception: her grandfather's beloved armchair. The old, worn chair didn’t match Aemond’s sleek black-and-white decor at all, but Y.N. had insisted on bringing it with her.

Aemond had stood his ground, but when she tied him up in bed and kept edging him during sex, bringing him to the brink of his orgasm as she rode him only to stop, and after four times of being denied the chance to come he caved in, only for him to end up a begging moaning mess as Y.N overstimulated him.

Now, as Daeron worked through her collection of books and DVDs, he raised an eyebrow at what he found.

“She’s got a lot of horror here,” he remarked, flipping through a few titles. “She seriously likes this stuff?”

Aemond, overhearing, glanced over. “It’s her favourite genre. She’s obsessed with creature features and disaster movies, too.”

“Creature features?” Daeron asked, confused.

“You know, movies with killer sharks or giant, man-eating animals,” Aemond replied nonchalantly.

Daeron laughed, shaking his head. “She’s has weird taste-” he teased, only for his eyes to widen when he pulled out a book from a box. “Oh, hello. What’s this? Fifty Shades of—"

Before Daeron could finish, Aemond snatched the book from his hands. “Fifty Shades of Shite, that’s what,” Aemond grumbled. “Now stop messing around and pack.”

Daeron mock saluted him. “Yes, sir.”

Aemond then made his way to check on Aegon, who had unsurprisingly gotten distracted. His elder brother was rifling through a stack of old letters, his face a picture of mischief.

“What the hell are you doing?” Aemond snapped.

“Found some letters-” Aegon replied, waving one around. “-From Jace”

Aemond frowned deeply, but there was a gnawing sense of curiosity that led him to take a glance over Aegon’s shoulder.

Sure enough, Jace’s love-sick declarations and desperate apologies were scrawled across the pages.

Aemond’s scowl deepened, but despite the irritation boiling inside him, he said, “Just put them back. It’s not our business.”

Aegon, with a dramatic sigh, pretended to comply, but when Aemond wasn’t looking, he tossed the letters into the bin.

“So long, Jace, you fucking idiot,” Aegon muttered under his breath.

When Aemond went back to the bedroom, he found Y.N. and Helaena laughing together, nearly finished with the last of the packing. Y.N. was holding up a small box of condoms, grinning.

“Well,” she chuckled, “I guess we won’t be needing these anymore.”

Before Aemond could respond, Aegon’s voice echoed from the hallway. “Hey, I could use them! Saves me buying more.”

Y.N., completely unbothered, shrugged and tossed the box in his direction. “-I didn’t know you was seeing anyone.”

Aegon caught the box and smirked. “Not currently. But I do have my eye on someone,” he replied smugly. “Just a matter of time before she’s mine.”

Y.N. raised an eyebrow but didn’t press, going back to emptying her drawers.

Meanwhile, Aemond shot his brother a warning glare as Aegon winked suggestively at him, making his blood boil.

“Touch her, and I’ll kill you,” Aemond whispered to Aegon, to which his brother only grinned wider.

Y.N, oblivious to the tension between the brothers, finished packing her things and stood up, hands on her hips.

“Well, I think that’s everything. Let’s get the last boxes out, and then we can head over to the penthouse.”

As Y.N. looked around the penthouse, trying to get her bearings amidst the chaos of moving, she realized something was off.

"Aemond, where are all my things?" she asked, her voice tentative.

Aemond glanced up from the hallway, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “They’re in the other spare room,” he said casually, not catching the subtle shift in her expression.

Y.N.’s face fell. “Oh, s-so-I won’t be sharing your room?” she asked, her voice tight with a hint of disappointment.

Aemond, now noticing the change in her mood, looked confused. "I just assumed that you’d want your own space," he replied cautiously. "You know, somewhere you could have to yourself if you ever needed it."

Y.N. forced a smile, though her chest tightened. "N-No, it’s fine, I-I understand," she said quietly before slipping away down the hall and shutting herself into the spare room.

The click of the door felt like a punch to Aemond’s gut.

Aegon, who had been lounging on the couch, shot his brother a look of disbelief. “Well, aren’t you a fucking moron,” he muttered, shaking his head.

Daeron, standing nearby, chimed in with a frown. “You’re in love with her, she’s pregnant with your kid, and you ask her to move in, only to stick her in the spare room? What were you thinking?”

Helaena crossed her arms, giving Aemond a pointed look. “You need to fix this, and fast.” She shoved him gently towards the door.

Aemond swallowed, his stomach churning with guilt as he approached the spare room.

He knocked softly, and after a long moment, he heard her voice call from inside. “Come in.”

Aemond slipped inside, shutting the door gently behind him. Y.N. was sitting on the bed, surrounded by boxes, her eyes red as if she’d been fighting back tears. His heart sank, and he immediately knelt down in front of her, resting his hands on her knees.

“I’m so sorry,” Aemond said earnestly. “I should have talked to you first. I shouldn’t have just assumed anything.”

Y.N. gave him a small smile, but her eyes betrayed her hurt. “It’s okay. I understand.”

Aemond shook his head. “No, it’s not. I-I’ve never really lived with anyone before, not like this-” he confessed, his voice soft. “-As an adult, it’s all new to me. With Alys-she would only stay over every so often, but we never lived together. I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

Y.N.’s gaze softened as he spoke, her hand moving to cup his face gently. “I get that, Aemond. But it still hurt.”

He closed his eye, leaning into her touch. “I just wanted to make sure you were happy,” he murmured. “Of course, I want you in my bed every night, but I thought you might want a space to call your own. Where you can work on your art or-get away from me when I inevitably annoy you.” He smirked slightly at his own words, but his eyes were full of sincerity.

Y.N. smiled at that, her thumb brushing over his scared cheek. “Can I?” she asked hesitantly, motioning towards his eyepatch.

Aemond nodded, and she carefully slid the patch from his face, revealing his sapphire eye. Y.N. smiled softly, gazing at him. “There. Now I can see you,” she whispered.

The tenderness in her voice, the warmth of her touch—it was more than Aemond could take. He surged forward, capturing her mouth in a passionate kiss.

His hands slid up her thighs to her waist, pushing her back gently until she was lying on the bed, her body sinking into the soft mattress.

The boxes around them were pushed aside, some tumbling onto the floor with a thud, but neither of them cared.

“I want you,” Aemond groaned into her mouth, his voice low and rough with desire.

Y.N. gasped, her breath shaky. “Your brothers and your sister-are here.”

Aemond smirked, his lips brushing against her neck. “We’d better be quiet then,” he teased, his fingers already working to pull her clothes off, his need for her growing with every passing second.

He peeled off his own shirt and lowered his trousers and boxers just enough to free his already hard cock.

Y.N audibly gasped when she felt Aemond’s fingers rubbing her folds.

“O-Oh Aemond” exclaimed Y.N as he slipped a finger inside her, his movements slow and deliberate.

“Always so warm-so wet for me” muttered Aemond as he added another finger, making sure to use his thumb, sweeping it against her pearl.

“I don’t want to wait-please-Aemond take me” whispered Y.N, as she wrapped her legs around Aemond’s waist, holding him as close as she could.

Aemond took his cock in hand, running the head along her warm wet folds, before he pressed inside her, inching forward slowly.

“So beautiful, swollen with my child” whispered Aemond.

“P-Please Aemond” whimpered Vaeda.

Aemond began to move with a slow, deep grinding. His movements deliberate and calculated.

“Gods be good,” panted Y.N.

“Fuck. You were made for me. You were made to fit my cock in this sweet cunt of yours.” breathed Aemond as he increased the pace of this thrusts.

“A-Aemond. Please.” exclaimed Y.N as she brought her hands up to his shoulders, clinging to him as his thrusts shift her up and down the bed.

Aemond makes a strangled sort of sound and lowers himself onto Y.N even more, kissing her passionately.

His hips rolling against hers, his cock thrusting in and out.

Y.N kissed him back, threading her fingers through his long silky hair, her nails scraping against his scalp, just the way he likes it.

“Mine” muttered Aemond.

Y.N could feel herself clenching around him as his cock keeps hitting the same spot inside her.

“Ooo Aemond-f-faster. P-please”

Aemond lets out a loud groan as he begins to move faster pounding into her, the sound of their skin slapping together echoing around the room.

“Aemond-Aemond-”

“You’re so fucking perfect-come-come for me” growls Aemond.

“Y-Yes., Aemond” moaned Y.N squirming, the heat shooting across her abdomen as her pleasure peaks, and she explodes, her cunt tightening around Aemond.

Aemond lets out a long low groan, his movements becoming erratic. His cock throbbing as he spills inside her.

Aegon, Daeron, and Helaena were sprawled out on the sofa in Aemond’s penthouse, waiting for any sign of their brother.

Daeron leaned back, arms crossed over his chest, a curious expression on his face. “Do you think he’s apologized yet?”

Aegon snickered, shaking his head with amusement. “If the sound of the headboard banging against the wall wasn’t enough of an indication, then our brother’s groaning sure was,” he said with a laugh, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Just then, the bedroom door creaked open, and Aemond stepped out, looking a little dishevelled.

He was shirtless, wearing only his jeans, his long silver hair was a tousled mess, and his cheeks tinged pink with exertion. Aegon immediately started snickering again, earning a scowl from Aemond.

Helaena raised an eyebrow, stifling a laugh of her own. “Is Y.N. going to join us?” she asked innocently, though the amused glint in her eye didn’t go unnoticed.

Aemond rubbed the back of his neck. “She’s, uh-sleeping,” he replied, trying to sound casual.

Daeron’s eyes widened dramatically. “Sleeping? What did you do to her?”

Aegon let out a loud cackle. “Oh, I think we all heard what he did to her,” he said with a teasing grin, leaning back on the couch as if thoroughly entertained by the whole situation.

Aemond shot him a glare. “Shut up, Aegon.”

Still grinning, Aegon shrugged. “Hey, no judgment. Just, you know-it was loud.”

Aemond sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “It’s probably best if you all leave” he said, attempting to regain his composure. “Thanks for your help today, but I think we’ll have to rearrange game night-”

Helaena smiled as she stood up, gathering her things. “You’re welcome, Aemond”.

“Fine, but you’re buying the beer next game night.” Aegon quipped with a smirk as he got to his feet.

Aemond rolled his eye but nodded. “Fine, I’ll buy the beer.”

As Daeron grabbed his jacket, he couldn’t help but mutter under his breath, “Bet Y.N. sleeps well tonight-”

Aemond shot him a final look of warning before quickly ushering all three of them toward the door.

“Out. All of you,” he commanded, though the faint smile on his lips showed he wasn’t truly angry.

As they left the penthouse, Aegon couldn’t resist one last comment, leaning back to shout, “Next time, at least soundproof the walls!”

The door slammed behind them, and Aemond leaned against it, exhaling deeply. Peace and quiet at last.

Aemond couldn't help but think that asking Y.N. to move in with him was one of the best decisions he'd ever made.

Life with her was everything he hadn't realized he'd been missing. They settled into an easy rhythm—taking turns cooking, sharing quiet evenings together, and every night, he found himself tangled in bed with her, relishing the warmth and intimacy that had quickly become second nature to them both.

What Aemond liked most, though, was watching Y.N. work. She had claimed a small corner of the penthouse, transforming it into her personal workspace.

All her materials were meticulously arranged—paints, brushes, restoration tools—and her attention to detail was astonishing. He found himself mesmerized by the faces she made when she was deep in concentration.

But more than anything, what drove him wild was as her pregnancy progressed, she often got quite warm, so she would often wear shorts and a sports bra whilst working from home.

The sight of her growing belly made him ache with desire and he spent his nights with his head between her thighs before he made love to her.

He was bursting with pride when she completed the restoration of a statue for the museum and watching her meticulously package up the finished piece, her smile radiant with accomplishment, was a memory he knew he’d never forget.

When she received an invite to the unveiling and insisted that he join her, he agreed without hesitation.

The night of the unveiling, Y.N. looked breathtaking. Her floor-length dress hugged her in all the right places, accentuating her swollen belly and ample curves. Aemond couldn’t take his eye off her the entire evening.

She was in her element, accepting praise and accolades for her work with grace and humility, glowing in the spotlight she so deserved. His heart swelled with pride every time someone came up to compliment her on the restoration.

Of course, the press had been there, snapping photos and recording every moment. It didn’t take long for the word to spread: Aemond Targaryen has not only moved on from Alys Rivers but is also expecting a child with someone new.

 He had known it was inevitable, but he thanked the gods they’d managed to keep it quiet for as long as they had.

Y.N. had handled the attention well, her smile never faltering, though Aemond could sense her relief when they finally made their way back home that night.

Now, with the unveiling behind them, his thoughts turned to their upcoming 20-week scan. He was counting down the days with barely contained excitement.

Soon, they’d find out the gender of the baby, and Aemond could finally start working on the nursery, something he’d been quietly planning in his mind for weeks.

The thought of preparing a space for their child filled him with a warmth that was both unfamiliar and exhilarating.

Aemond and Y.N. attended the 20-week scan with excitement buzzing between them. As Marie, moved the probe over Y.N.'s belly, the room filled with the rhythmic sound of their baby’s heartbeat.

Aemond held Y.N.'s hand tightly, his eye fixed on the monitor, watching in awe as their child appeared in crisp black and white. Everything looked perfect.

When Marie asked if they wanted to know the baby’s gender, Y.N. hesitated for a moment before saying, "Could you write it down and give it to Aemond?" Marie smiled knowingly and handed Aemond an envelope, now containing the secret of their baby's gender.

With the knowledge safely tucked away in his pocket, Aemond's mind quickly shifted to the nursery.

As soon as they got home, he began putting his plans into action.

He forbade Y.N. from stepping foot inside the room and told her the nursery would be a surprise. Soon after, various pieces of furniture were delivered—a cot, a changing table, and everything else they’d need.

To put everything together, Aemond enlisted the help of Aegon and Daeron, which turned into a comical disaster. As Y.N. sat in the living room, she could hear them bickering and swearing through the closed door.

At least twice, she heard Aemond threaten to kill Aegon, which was quickly followed by laughter and the unmistakable clinking of beer bottles.

The constant back and forth amused her—at least it sounded like they were having a good time.

Once the furniture was set up, she made a meal for them all, something hearty to thank them for their efforts.

 When the brothers emerged from the nursery, sweaty but satisfied, Aegon and Daeron couldn't stop smirking and elbowing each other as they watched Aemond gravitate toward Y.N.

He stood behind her, hands resting on her bump as she dished up the food, his eye soft and full of affection.

"Man, he’s totally whipped," Aegon muttered to Daeron, who snickered in agreement.

They couldn’t understand why Aemond hadn’t told Y.N. he was in love with her yet. Or even why he hadn’t asked her to officially be his girlfriend.

Aegon, never one to keep his thoughts to himself, brought it up. “So, bro,” he began, a mischievous glint in his eye, “what’s the deal? Why haven’t you asked Y.N. to be your girlfriend yet? You’re practically married at this point.”

Aemond’s jaw clenched, and at first, he ignored the question, but Aegon kept poking at him, goading him with teasing comments.

Finally, Aemond snapped, “Because I’m too scared, alright?”

His brothers went quiet, surprised by his outburst. Aemond sighed, running a hand through his hair, feeling the weight of his admission.

“I don’t know if she feels the same way. I don’t want to ruin what we have by saying something stupid.”

Aegon and Daeron exchanged a glance, their teasing expressions softening. Aegon, for once, was thoughtful. “You’ve got nothing to be scared of. Look at how she looks at you. I’m pretty sure she’s crazy about you.”

Daeron nodded. “And you’re going to be parents soon. You should tell her how you feel before it drives you mad.”

Aemond knew they were right, but the fear of rejection gnawed at him. What if telling her the truth upset the balance they’d found? He sighed, casting a glance toward the kitchen where Y.N. was laughing softly to herself, completely unaware of the conversation.

One day, he promised himself. One day soon.

At 30 weeks pregnant, Y.N. had been waiting anxiously to see the nursery Aemond had been working on.

He had kept her out of the room for weeks, insisting that it had to be perfect before she could see it.

But now, standing at the door, Aemond smiled and gently took her hands. “Close your eyes,” he instructed, guiding her carefully into the room.

She squeezed her eyes shut, trusting him completely as he led her forward.

Once they were inside, he took a deep breath. “Okay,” he whispered, “Open-”

Y.N.’s eyes fluttered open, and she gasped. The room was stunning. Cream and soft blue hues covered the walls, and the sunlight from the window illuminated the room in a warm, peaceful glow.

The crib stood proudly, adorned with the dragon mobile, its tiny wings gently swaying in the air. A beautifully crafted changing table was positioned nearby, and resting on it was a knitted blue blanket—Helaena’s handiwork.

“A boy-” Y.N. marvelled, her voice barely above a whisper as she admired every detail. She ran her fingers over the blanket, her heart swelling with love for the baby growing inside her.

Then her eyes caught sight of something—a sheet hanging over a section of the wall above the crib.

“What’s that for?” she asked, curiosity piqued.

Aemond stepped closer, his expression soft but a little nervous. “It’s covering the baby’s name,” he explained, watching her face carefully.

Y.N. looked at him in surprise. “But we haven’t really decided on names yet.”

Aemond smiled sheepishly. “I, uh-I kind of already chose one.”

Her brow furrowed slightly in confusion, but before she could say anything else, Aemond reached up and pulled the sheet away from the wall, revealing the name he had picked.

Y.N. took one look and burst into tears.

Aemond’s eyes widened in panic as he immediately wrapped his arms around her. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, holding her close. “I thought—I’m sorry if I got it wrong. I can change it.”

But Y.N. shook her head, burying her face against his chest as she sobbed. “No,” she managed to say between tears, “I love it. I love it so much.”

A wave of relief washed over Aemond, and he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

“Thank the gods,” he murmured, a small smile tugging at his lips. Y.N. wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace.

She pulled back just enough to look up at him, her eyes still misty but filled with joy.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her gaze drifting back to the wall, where her grandfather’s name was painted in elegant script. “It’s not a traditional Targaryen name though”

Aemond smiled, gently wiping her tears away with his thumb. “So, we break the tradition,” he said softly, his hand resting on her bump. “It’s our choice what to name our son. Besides, we can give him a Targaryen middle name”.

Y.N. placed her hand over his, just as the baby kicked. They both smiled, feeling the life they had created together move beneath their hands.

Aemond chuckled softly. “I think he approves.”

Y.N. laughed, her heart feeling lighter than it had in days. “I think he does.”

Aemond looked around the nursery, a sense of satisfaction and pride in his work. “Now all that’s left is to get the pram and some clothes, and we’ll be good to go.”

Y.N. nodded, her heart full as she took in the room again, but mostly she looked at Aemond, marvelling at how lucky she was to be building a family with him.

Aemond arrived home after an exhausting day, his mind already wandering to Y.N. and the baby.

As he opened the door, his ears picked up on Y.N.'s voice, sounding almost-playful.

"No, Aegon, it's too hard," she said, a teasing edge to her tone.

Aegon groaned. "So? You love it when it’s hard."

Aemond froze, blood boiling in his veins as he heard Y.N. laugh.

"Okay, fine, let's try again, but give me some time to adjust," she responded.

Aemond saw red. Was his brother seriously fucking the mother of his child in his penthouse? Right under his nose? Whilst she was pregnant?

Rage bubbling inside him, Aemond stormed into the living room, heart pounding.

"What the hell is going on here?" he bellowed, fully prepared to murder Aegon with his bare hands.

To his surprise, he found Y.N. sitting cross-legged on the floor with a PlayStation controller in her hand.

Aegon was sprawled on the sofa beside her, also holding a controller, looking completely unbothered by Aemond's entrance.

"We're playing Mortal Kombat, genius," Aegon said with a lazy grin. "What’s got you so worked up?"

Aemond blinked, his fury deflating but still simmering beneath the surface. "What are you doing here, Aegon?" he snapped, irritation lacing his voice.

Aegon shrugged. "Y.N. called me. She was home alone, and wanted some company."

Aemond shot Y.N. a frustrated look. “You could’ve called me. I would’ve come home.”

Y.N. waved him off. “You were busy, Aemond. I didn’t want to bother you.”

Aegon smirked, clearly enjoying the tension between them. “I’ll be heading out anyway,” he said, standing up and stretching. “Got a date with Cerelle Lannister tonight. As much as I’d love to stick around and wind you up further, I’ve got better things to do.”

“Yeah, fuck off” Aemond muttered, earning a chiding look from Y.N.

“Aemond, don’t be rude,” she said, though Aegon laughed it off.

“No worries. I’m used to his mood swings by now.” He leaned over and planted an exaggerated kiss on Y.N.’s head, grinning when Aemond’s face twisted with annoyance.

“Later, you two,” he called over his shoulder, strolling out of the penthouse as if he hadn’t just wound his brother up like a toy.

The door shut with a soft click, leaving Aemond glaring after him.

"I don’t want him alone here with you," Aemond grumbled, still fuming.

Y.N. rolled her eyes and placed the controller down. “Why? It’s just Aegon.”

"You know how my brother is," Aemond said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I don’t trust him.”

“I’m more than capable of handling Aegon," Y.N. shot back, her voice firm.

Aemond sighed. "I never said you weren’t capable. I just—" He paused, realizing how this was coming across. He took a deep breath, steadying himself. "I’m just trying to protect you, Y.N. That's all."

Y.N. crossed her arms, a look of mild irritation on her face. "Well, it sounds like you're doubting me."

Her moods had been unpredictable lately. One moment, she’d be happy and relaxed, the next, she was crying over something as simple as the wrong pasta brand or getting angry when he suggested healthier meals instead of her craving for fast food.

More than once, she had snapped at him to stay away, only to come to him moments later in tears, asking him to hold her or take her to bed.

As Y.N. gazed up at him from her position on the floor, Aemond braced himself, unsure of which mood she might descend into now.

But instead of another emotional outburst, she surprised him. Y.N. shifted to her knees, her eyes glinting with mischief as her fingers reached for his belt buckle.

Aemond’s breath hitched, his pulse quickening. "Y.N.," he warned, his voice low, but she silenced him with a smirk, undoing his trousers.

Next thing he knew, Y.N’s warm, wet mouth was wrapped around his soft cock.

Aemond put his hand on the back of her head as started to suck his cock and caress his balls.

Soon his cock sprang to life, and Aemond was losing his mind at the sight of her pink lips stretched around his hard length.

Y.N’s tongue ran around the tip – tracing the ridges and licking off that drops of pre-cum that had started to leak out.

“Fuck, Y.N!” groaned Aemond as he threaded his fingers through her hair.

Y.N ran the flat of her tongue along Aemond’s length, tracing every hard inch of him.

Aemond’s heart almost stopped when she sucked his stones into her mouth, one at a time.

Her hand moving slowly over the hard length of him.

When Y.N engulfed Aemond’s cock in her mouth, he squeezed his eyes shut.

Y.N was driving him crazy.

Aemond forced himself to open his eyes, he had to watch her sucking his cock. 

“Your taking me so well. Such a good girl” moaned Aemond.

Aemond knew it would push him too far to control, but he did not care. He just had to watch his cock disappear into Y.N’s mouth and see it come back out, shining with her spit.

Her head moving back and forth, her pink lips stretched around him. Oh, it was heaven.

Y.N smiled slightly and began moving faster, also using one of her hands in rhythm with her mouth. 

“It feels so good-” groaned Aemond his hand gripping her hair as he began to fuck her face.

“Hmmm” muttered Y.N as she dug her fingers into the flesh of his arse.

“I’m not going to last-if you carry on” Aemond admitted.

Y.N responded to his statement by relaxing the back of her throat, and swallowing as much of Aemond’s cock as she could, whilst her other hand gently cupped his balls.

“Shit Y.N! I’m going to come. Oh, fuck, I’m coming!” shouted Aemond as he exploded.

She took every last drop, swallowing his seed and licking him clean.

When he recovered, Aemond saw Y.N’s self-satisfied smile.

“Was that to your liking?” asked Y.N.

“Y-Yes” gasped Aemond.

“Now can I have a Burger King?”

Aemond who was still dazed from his orgasm simply nodded. Damn that mouth of hers, he thought, his mind still reeling.

As he ran a hand through his dishevelled hair, he couldn’t help but shake his head with a mixture of admiration and disbelief.

He’d come home angry, jealous, ready to fight. Now, he was standing there, utterly undone, with no memory of why he was even frustrated in the first place.

TBC

[play-rough]

so glad to see the age regression and de-aging tags split. I love both, but when i'm searching for fics they are very different vibes and it gets a bit old having to scroll past a bunch of fics im not interested in reading

ALSO the idea of chuuya having made the room for dazai before he left hurts so much. Like if they were to the point that chuuya felt like he'd be able to spoil his baby that much without him being too overwhelmed and THEN they get separated hurts my heart too much to think about.

We're just throwing around thoughts here, so do you think it's more likely for PM skk or 22 skk to get to that point? I personally think dazai needs the ADA to settle in to regressing no matter chuuya's efforts because the PM is no place for a baby and I don't think dazai would ever get comfortable while close to mori. I think it would make 22 skk's reunion so much more bitter sweet because chuuya DID do everything right and dazai DID do his best to let chuuya help him and they loved each other (however you want to view that love) but there was no way that arrangement could have gone on long term healthily in that environment. I would absolutely adore the idea of chuuya playing with the idea of building a room for dazai in his head before he left and then once they reunite him dropping everything to get it done because that's His Baby and now that he's in a safe place he deserves everything chuuya can give him <3

-❤️‍🩹

Purely just for organizing reasons, agere and deaging gotta be separated. While both lovely, they’re sisters not twins and shouldn’t be grouped together 🩷 I’m glad to see them separated as well

I definitely think 22 skk will reach the point of Dazai having a regression room in Chuuya’s house. They’ll get a few furniture pieces before Dazai leaves like a rocking chair, but I think post 22 reunion after they’ve kinda fallen back into a routine again is when the room happens.

Shortly after they discuss Chuuya being Dazai’s caregiver again, they also set up the weekly regression sessions. Chuuya picks Dazai up from work for maybe the third time since their reunion, and while sitting on Chuuya’s bed Dazai notices the rocking chair is gone and his desk is shoved awkwardly into the corner of the bedroom.

Chuuya then takes Dazai into the old office room and it’s been completely transformed, the boring white walls are a soft pastel blue, and there’s a big circular rug that looks like the ocean. The familiar rocking chair is in the corner, next to a shelf with picture books. There’s a set of drawers where Chuuya has moved all Dazai’s baby clothes, and there’s a starfish night light. In the corner is a crib with matching ocean sheets, and a mobile with different fish.

Dazai would definitely probably feel overwhelmed at first and like he doesn’t deserve any of this, but Chuuya just wants to show Dazai his feelings haven’t changed and he really means it when he says he loves him 🥺 Chuuya’s serious and committed and Dazai doesn’t have to move in but he always has a place here with Chuuya, and after a good cry session Chuuya puts Dazai down for a nap in his new crib and maybe sits on the floor and stays with the baby while he sleeps to make sure he’s okay and not too scared in the crib 🥺

[theweedisasterxoxo]

Hi, hon! I saw your recent post you just made, and just wanted to say a few things!

First off, I’m so sorry to hear you’re going through a rough time right now. I can’t say I understand specifically what you’re going through, but I do know what it’s like to be in those rough episodes, and I will say it’s not great. I really hope you’re taking the time to take care of yourself. You are your number one priority🩶

Second, low engagement truly can be very disappointing, and I’m sorry it’s not hitting where you’d like it to be at. Tumblr is honestly so weird. A while back, I don’t know what or why, but they started limiting how many blogs you could tag? This started when I was first writing, and oh my goodness. My engagement took a while to build. Idk if the tag limit is true still, but I’ve still been experiencing that tagging doesn’t even send notifications anymore. There’s so many posts that I end up scrolling past only to find out that I was tagged all along (oh gosh especially in tag games, I’m either always so late to those or I don’t even see them😭)! I don’t understand!! But if my time on tumblr has taught me anything, and I wish I was told this when I first started out, I feel like (for my personal experience) tag lists might be the least helpful way to truly boosting any posts out there for a much wider audience to see. What’s worked for me though is focusing what actual hashtags at the very bottom of the post that I use, and also posting at a consistent time (I always post around 12pm my local time🤣 - I literally don’t know why I chose that time, but the consistency has worked wonders for me!!!) 🙂‍↕️

Also - and this is just me personally - but I limit my time on this app crazily now. I’ve also turned off mobile notifications. This isn’t because of anyone or anything in regards to tumblr, but it is simply for the sake of my own mental health🩶 I fully understand your anxieties about people being annoyed and whatnot, but it is truly nothing personal with me if I tend to overlook a post🩶 and I hope that can ease your mind a little bit because I know just how persistent those voices in our head can be.

Lastly, just wanted to mention that you are so so so interactive and one of the sweetest that this community has (and needs a bit more of if we’re being honest). Your comments and the rocks 🪨 you give me truly brighten up my day.🫶 I think I can happily speak for several when I say we appreciate you more than you know.🩶

Some rocks for u, fren🩶🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨

Hi, my love! I am SO sorry for how long it has taken to reply to this ask. My notifications on Tumblr for likes and asks have been so dodgy; I wasn’t ignoring you, pinky promise!

Firstly, rough episodes are awful and I’m sorry that someone as lovely as you has to go through them too. It can be disheartening to experience especially if you’re alone or don’t have a good support system in place. That being said, you are so sweet and I’m eternally grateful to be on the receiving end of it.

Secondly, I didn’t realise that tagging for other people wasn’t working either! I also still have some Tag Games to post, holy moly. But in terms of the lack of engagement, while I do feel a little disheartened sometimes that people don’t really interact with my stuff, I realise that it’s more to do with me knowing that I don’t have a super wide reach over this platform. I think that a lot of it is because I don’t write graphic smut, and I’ve definitely noticed that there are different levels of interaction between smut fics and more ‘tame’ fics, whether they’re angst or fluff. I will most likely never branch into writing that style because I read most of my works to my mum and I am absolutely not reading Joel getting diddly with the reader to my sweet, Christian mother. Though, to reference another point you made, I will definitely keep it in my mind to expand my hashtags and make a more strict posting time!

Third, I absolutely get the reason for limiting your time on this app and the notifications on it due to how overwhelming it can be to be on Tumblr, especially with the level of interaction you get! I’m barely on this app at this point — partly due to a lack of motivation to post anything, partly because of how negative and triggering the community on here has been recently — so I promise I don’t take it as a personal offence if you don’t interact!

Lastly, but not really because I still have other stuff to say, I try hard to show people the appreciation and love on the things they post that they deserve! After being on Fanfiction sites for almost nine years now, starting on Fanfic.net and then moving over to Quotev, Wattpad, AO3, and now on Tumblr, I’ve always strived to leave a positive comment on what I’ve read and interacted with because I’m a firm believer that if you like something you should leave a little positive comment behind to tell the writer that you like it! I know I get giddy when the few people who read what I post leave a comment or reblog so I enjoy to spread that same joy to other people!!

I appreciate your loveliness way more than I can hope to explain, L, and I’m grateful for the reminder that other people appreciate me because it’s felt like the world has been sitting on my face with no signs of standing up any time soon. Now, I’m not religious but to be known and spoken to by you fills me with such light that it’s like receiving a revelation by the most loving deity. You have a gorgeous soul, my love.

Here are some rocks for you too!! 🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨

[acertainmoshke]

Redoing the Intro One More Time!

Updated 9/30/23

Call me Moshke Palmoni (they/them). I spend as much time as I can writing, but that is not as much as it might be because there's also a lot of life going on right now. I also like to read, knit, collect vintage ephemera, and play with my cat.

General WIP tag list: [your url here!]

Active WIPs:

7 Days for Fae

Coming October 2024

10-year-old Fae is isolated by her disabilities—autism and ataxia—that causes her communication and mobility issues. She doesn’t have any friends her age, and she’s accepted that. She reads a lot and plays pretend in the forest at the end of the street. Her family loves her for who she is and so far that’s been enough. Until, that is, she meets the new kid. His name is Brownie and for reasons Fae can’t imagine he wants to be her friend no matter how weird or awkward she is. When he still invites her over after a meltdown in class gets her suspended for a week, she decides to take a risk and accept. The ensuing adventures are marred only by the other sudden change in her life—an aunt Fae barely knows has moved in with her family. She doesn’t know how to talk to Fae and, worse, refuses to accept Fae’s nonbinary parent’s identity. But since no one else seems to know how to deal with the mess their home life has become, Fae tries—with Brownie’s encouragement—to sort the situation out herself.

Cold Iron

In 1956, Shakatra Zoawin is 40. Or they might be 20, depending on how you look at it. They are a changeling and their aging is kind of weird, but that doesn't matter to them because they have a good life in the subway tunnel with their brother, Kris. Both of them are changelings swapped as infants for human children and then rejected by their human families. Their wits and powerful magic have kept them alive this long, and Shaka is perfectly content to keep going. After they do one little thing to appease their guilt: find the 40-year-old they were swapped for and free her to have her own life in the human world free from servitude in the courts of the Fae. And so begins an adventure that will have repercussions neither of them could have imagined.

Intro posts for the books in this series: Cold Iron, City of Frost, Song on Repeat, and Future Not Found

Character Intro Posts: Shakatra, Kris, Lynn, Tatiana, Liliana, Harry, Doug, Beth, Aaron, Cassie, and Althea

Tag list: @pga-books

Blades of Ice

In the kingdom of Halara, orcs and elms and slimes and centaurs live peacefully side-by-side with humans. Less peaceful is the relationship between Halara and their neighboring kingdom of Eng. The generation-long conflict has drawn in other nearby kingdoms and stagnated artistic and social works. All Aryel ever wanted to do was be left alone to love who they want and practice sparring with their axe, but as a royal child they have responsibilities, namely leading the entire army. There's no talk of ending the war in any way but victory, just as Halara won its initial freedom from Eng 300 years ago, but this endless fighting is getting them nowhere but too many funerals and not enough bread. And then when a familial tragedy leads to Aryel leading both the army and the kingdom, they know they can't balance the tensions and demands of everyone at once and win this war. Something has to give, and they just hope it isn't the entire kingdom.

Backburnered and still-in-planning WIPs under the cut.

Time Traveling Anthropologists

(permanent title coming soon)

Set approximately 2 generations in the future. Esther Dahan has her dream job. She gets to time travel with her new team, and against all historical odds they are there to study ancient cultures rather than do anything violent. Their first assignment is 8 months in the 9th century Jewish kingdom of Khazaria. Everything is going great—illicit romance with a Khazarian blacksmith notwithstanding—until Esther finds a plate that doesn't belong in this time. Curious and suspicious but without enough evidence to involve her boss, she investigates on her own, discovering much more than she planned—and leading to far worse consequences than she could have imagined.

Tag list: @amielbjacobs @kingkendrick7 @moonluringfrost @another-white-hole

To Die Among the Stars:

20 people have been chosen to test the effects of faster-than-light space travel on human minds and bodies. They were taken from prisons, wellness centers, and other areas where near-certain death seemed like a reasonable chance to take. Each have their reasons for being there, and their secrets. Against all odds, the jump to FTL doesn't destroy the ship. But the further away from Earth they travel, the more strange things begin to happen that call the purpose of the experiment into question. And then the impossible: a human distress signal in deep space.

Told from 4 rotating perspectives: Pixel, a semiverbal illegal human modder; Ri, whose body and mind are overloaded with mods; Zippy, a young disabled woman desperate to support her family; and Peppermint, a genetic experiment combining human and cat DNA raised in an isolated lab.

Tag list: @hd-literature

Falling Petals

A multigenerational story about trauma, love, and disability set against the backdrop of one Jewish family. Beginning in the 1920's with Ira Katz, who is brilliant and charming with no understanding at all of tact or why the best way isn't always blunt observations and mean jokes. It follows him as he grows up, marries, and inherits his father's drugstore, and then moves on to following one of his sons, Daniel. Daniel grows up in the 1940's and is naturally gentle, kind, and sensitive, but is treated so harshly for these traits he learns to hide himself away inside and only show emotion in explosive bouts of anger. It follows him through adolescence, college, and marriage, before moving on to one of his daughters, Shoshana. Shoshana grows up in the 1960's and is colorful, young for her age, and full of social panic. None of them know how to relate to each other or survive in a world that each of them see the beauty in but aren't allowed to connect with in their own way. And yet through the pain and confusion, they are full of love. And then everything changes for them with Shoshana's niece, Naomi, growing up in the 1990's, who will not be allowed to see herself as broken.

[trickstarbrave]

Hiiii I got tagged by @nocturance for wip weekend.

I’d put this under a read more but. I’m on mobile. It doesn’t work I’ve tried. And I don’t have access to my computer rn sooooo

Here it is a scene from moon and Star I’m cooking up. In light of the new lore drop this may be subject to change but it’s what I got. It’s spicy stuff I have to say.

Spoilers for moon and Star, warning for some violence and gore but I try not to get too into it.

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Malacath’s hand touched his chest and pain wracked his body. Nerevar could feel the blade cutting away his skin--cutting through the bone of his sternum and splintering it. It ripped apart and opened his ribcage, before that damn hand was then inside his chest. His anxiety spiked as he could feel phantom touches on his heart, a hand gripping it, long claws digging into the muscle as it continued to beat loud and sturdy. His whole body had gone rigid, nostrils flared and his breathing coming in quick pants desperate to get more air in his lungs.

He was terrified. More than terrified, in fact. It was like being killed in the heart chamber but all the more worse somehow. He was choking now, gagging on blood--thick, black blood that was pouring from his chest, bubbling up in his throat.

And then Nerevar was overcome with the urge to laugh. To laugh besides the terror coursing through him, to laugh even though he was gagging and choking on his own blood. He knew he would die; it had been apart of his plan all along. He hadn’t known what death would be like, but he had anticipated it, at least on his own terms. And yet here Trinimac was, killing him himself. Ripping his heart from his chest.

He had intended the first death to be slow and simple. A fading ember rather than a bright, all encompassing flame that destroyed everything with it. He had intended to bear the burden as the cause of the first death in their reality where death did not yet exist—was merely a theory. But here Trinimac was, unknowingly mantling that sin himself. A cruel irony he would be the one to blame for this. It was not his fault, but it would be his responsibility and duty.

He’d collapsed at some point, gasping, crying, and choking on blood as Voryn held him close. Voryn shouldn’t see him like this--not his beloved, sobbing and begging. He couldn’t hear his voice over the drumming of his own heart but he tried to speak despite all the gagging he was doing. His gorgeous, sweet lover, his beautiful hawk shouldn’t have to watch him die like this. Not when Nerevar knew this was coming, deep down. Not when he had doomed them both, sacrificed Voryn’s life on the altar just as much as his own. He was regretting it now, if only because he couldn’t apologize; how could he speak when Trinimac had already ripped out his heart? How could he explain he never wanted to hurt Voryn in truth? How would his beloved hawk even react to his death? Oh the fury he could bring down, how he could drown the world in blood and tears if he was pushed to the brink…

And what of Azura, his sister? His poor, vain, vindictive sister… She hadn’t agreed to help him, but he knew she would be in a rage over his death. And even the man killing him was sobbing and crying, apologizing despite his lord--Nerevar’s own brother--ordering his execution. How could he apologize to this man? To tell him he knew he didn’t mean for it, that Nerevar was the villain all along in this story? Would that soothe his grief? Trinimac, Kyne, Azura, all of the others… How would they fair without him? Tears were now spilling from his eyes not from pain but sorrow that he wouldn’t be there to comfort and love them. Ah, if only he could kiss his hawk one last time…

“Nerevar!” Voryn’s voice finally cut through, and a disconnect happened in the vision. He was untethered now, the sensation of falling back into his own body hitting him, and his ears were ringing loudly, a dizziness washing over him. There were no more feathers on Voryn’s face or on his cloak--why would there be? Voryn wasn’t… Voryn wasn’t a hawk, why would he call him that so fondly? There weren’t even tears streaming down his face like he had seen before, but his face was in a grimace, pained watching him writhe and flail choking on imaginary blood.

His hand came up to his chest as he felt around, but there was no gaping wound like he’d expected. Why had he felt it so clearly then? His whole body was still shaking from the terror and pain, unable to calm the trembling.

“Do you remember now, Lorkhan?” Malacath asked, still standing over him. Vivec and Sil were currently being held back by the numerous orcs, though they were swearing up a storm and desperately trying to fight their way closer to defend him. Even Voryn had a spell prepared as he cradled Nerevar close to his chest, posed with the ferocity of a wild animal protecting its young.

“I-I’m not…” Nerevar began, though it felt like a lie on his tongue. He could still taste the metallic black in his mouth, the unnatural blood he was choking on. His body felt hot now, his mouth dry making the metallic taste all the more nauseating. “Lorkhan is dead!” He shouted definitively. Lorkhan was a dead god--long dead before he had ever been born as a lowly half blooded chimer in that ebony mine.

“And yet, here you are, alive and in the flesh.” Malacath responded, his expression unwavering. “I would know that heartbeat anywhere. I would know how you battle more than anyone else.”

“Stop it!” Nerevar shouted, covering his ears, still shaking.

“Why you deny it is my only question for you.”

“I’m not Lorkhan!” Nerevar growled, teeth bared. His whole body felt like it was burning, just like in the heart chamber. That supernatural chanting from his dream came back too, at the edges of his senses, as he fought back the urge to vomit. “I’m not Lorkhan, just shut up, shut up, shut up!!”

The next thing he knew, everything went black, the last thing he heard being his own heartbeat pounding in his ears and Voryn calling his name.

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Tagging @boethiahspillowbook, @thescrolls-haveforetold, @orfeoarte, @mulberrycafe and anyone else who wants to (or u also don’t have to if you don’t want to cvjhvvjdtfutf)

[opticsel]

ok so i’ve been on tumblr on pinterest for years. i have had various dead blogs on and off for years. but today i finally caved and got the tumblr app for mobile and now i need your help because something that reading tumblr posts on pinterest does NOT teach you is etiquette. like, site etiquette in general, but more specifically tag etiquette.

to that end i, a (semi) brand new tumblr user, am sending out a call to you, seasoned tumblr veterans, hoping to answer some of the following questions:

when is it appropriate to actually add a response in your reblog and when should you add your response as several run on tags instead? is it based on something other than funny factor or do i just go off vibes

re: tags like “via user”- i’m pretty sure i know what that means but when do i. do that

am i allowed to just go crazy go stupid? how many tags is too many. how long is too long. i have a feeling the answer is “yes” but it doesn’t hurt to ask

this one isn’t tag related but what is up with the like button because so far i’ve basically been using it as a save function. is there an actual save function that i missed? what do i do with the silly heart button is what i’m trying to say here

impart upon me your wisdom and perhaps someday i will be a real tumblr user, shitposting with the greats

in the end this post may turn out to be that of a hopeful fool but either way thank you for your time and consideration, i appreciate it greatly, have a wonderful day/night/whatever part of the circadian cycle you happen to be participating in at this time

[talyns-fanfics]

All I Want For Christmas Is You

Kingdom Hearts

How a Few of My Favorite Kingdom Hearts Characters Would Spend Christmas With Their SO

My Christmas Special

Characters: Sora, Heart Hotel, Demyx, Ava, Player

I would have added more characters, but mobile Tumblr wouldn’t let me. I’m still salty about it.

Sora

Now, this depends on which Sora we’re talking about. There are multiples.

Sora would go all out for his S/O. He’d wanna decorate the house, dress the tree, bake cookies, wrap presents for friends, caroling (even though he can’t sing). He’d wanna do all of it with them. Christmas morning is no different. He’d get his S/O a lot of stuff from many different worlds. He’s stuck to them like glue. Christmas is a second Valentine’s Day to him.

Roxas is less exaggerative than his counterpart, but still wants his S/O to know he thought of them this time of year. The most he’d go for is the tree and some presents. Maybe stockings. All he wants is time with them. If his S/O wanted to watch the Disney Christmas Sing-a-Long (From All of Us to All of You) he’d definitely sing along to that last song. If you know, you know.

Xion was excited about Christmas every year, but got even more excited when she realized she’d wanna spend it with her S/O. Like Sora, this is a second Valentine’s Day for her. But unlike Sora, she wouldn’t go overboard with the gifts to the point that there is no room for them. 10 gift max from her.

Ventus is the sweetest this season, despite the fact he still believes in Santa Clause. (I hope we’re on the same page here and I didn’t just make a kid cry.) Not to say Sora got his want of sticking to his S/O’s side from Ventus, but come on. I’d be lying. Rather than buying stuff from random stores, he’d make something for his S/O. He definitely didn’t ask Aqua to put magic on it. What are you thinking?

Naminé doesn’t completely understand Christmas. She’d buy her S/O a few gifts but get completely flustered (the good kind) when her S/O gets her at least one. She’d also wanna spend time with her S/O on Christmas, just in a comfortable silence.

Vanitas is an odd case. From what I can tell, he’s very tsundere with Christmas. He’ll get his S/O one thing and absolutely refuse anything in return. But that one thing holds a lot of depth, so they know he got it right. Still, very tsundere towards Christmas. Think The Beast in Belle’s Enchanted Christmas, but less angry.

Data-Sora is a sweet boy. Considering nothing about Christmas was written in the journal, he probably doesn’t know about it, but he’s eager to learn. Again, this is a second Valentine’s Day for him. Just a time to let Data-S/O know how much he cares about them. Since he’s still new to Christmas, he’s not gonna go overboard like Sora does. He wouldn’t do the bare minimum, but not too much either. A few gifts he knows his S/O would like, Christmas pajamas, Christmas morning cuddles after presents. Sweet boy.

Demyx

Demyx is a lazy bum, but will do something nice for his S/O on Christmas. He’s not heartless. Not saying he’d do a full on candlelight dinner nice, but a few gifts.

Ava

Ava is very sweet. Ventus probably got his sweetness from her. From most Forteller fics I read, romantic attachment is forbidden to The Fortellers (*cough* Jedi Order *cough*). So she can’t really shout her love for her S/O to the heavens and it kills her. She still wants to make their Christmas special, but she’d be sneaky about it. She sneak a few presents into their house and not leave her name on the tags, but her S/O knows it’s from her.

Player/Pre-Xehanort

Player is like a more introverted Sora. He/She does care for his/her S/O, but still wouldn’t go overboard with gifts and traditions. Tree? Yes. House lights? Think of the light bill. Stockings? Adorable. Presents? Definitely. He/She would get his/her S/O a few good one he/she knows his/her S/O would like.

[outofangband]

very informal thoughts on the more mundane villains I write (Avranc, Brodda and Lorgan)

mentions of bad stuff from canon ahead

anon who wanted to see this, I hope you do! I’m also going to go back to it tomorrow and finish any edits and additions as I can’t from mobile right now...

third and last time I’m reposting this. apparently Tumblr is once again doing the thing where it doesn’t let you edit things under a cut on mobile 

Avranc

mundane evil at its finest. Bureaucratic, petty, and callous. Depraved indifference is the term I used in my recent meta about The Wanderings of Húrin and it’s the most accurate thing I can say about him. He’s well aware that he’s living in a nigh apocalyptic world and he’ll mistreat or even kill anyone he thinks has earned it.

His cruelty towards completely traumatized Húrin and callousness about Morwen’s death was surprisingly disturbing to me when I first read The Wanderings and it’s stuck with me ever since

Brodda:

I really hate this man! I’m not normal about it, either. If you’ve ever mentioned disliking him even in tags or comments you might have dealt with my overexcited responses. Sorry in advance/in retrospect. It will probably happen again. 

Technically in my published stories he’s only in a few but he features heavily in unpublished stories of mine too. The scene where Morwen scares him away by looking is simultaneously one of the scariest and most amusing scenes in the entire book for me. 

In one of those published stories Aerin says that his best quality is his long periods of absence and the kindest thing he does is ignoring her. That’s the highest character endorsement you’ll get from a reliable source.  The previous batch of Aerin headcanons and the next one has some less than fun facts about him. 

What to say about him? He’s a mid level commander and violent sadist who accuses women of witchcraft. He often ignores Aerin because he gets bored of being cruel to the same people, hence her glowing character endorsement (my sarcasm as well as hers). He’s way too obsessed with his own dagger (hence the title of the story) He’s mostly fun to write when he’s getting stabbed by Morwen with it and the art I have of it is the best thing ever. Earlier last year I thought my dark!Finarfin was the worst character I’d write but I think even he isn’t as bad, if only because dark Arafinwë has more self awareness.   The BoLT version is interesting too because it puts his actions in an even more disturbing light when he’s acting against his own people. I tend to use a combination that has him originally from Hithlum but having left a couple decades before the start of the Narn. I have...thoughts about this including one of the most disturbing things I think I have ever come up with regarding Dagor Bragollach.

Anyways he’s an awful person and needs to stay away from Aerin and Morwen and just about everyone else on the planet. Currently I’m playing with an idea for a wip where Morwen does convince Aerin to flee to Hareth in Brethil and then finds herself accused of causing her vanishment by sinister means.

But I had to work out his character so much for Cut Your Hand As Willingly (semi published, it has its own tag which I’ll put on this post) that I’m not sure I could face writing him again. 

Lorgan: Any visuals I have of him are based on the description of the governor from The Magnus Archives episode Foundations. He’s notable to me mainly for being the guy who Húrin yells at in The Wanderings. Well, one of them. I guess that story does have more than one instance of Húrin yelling at people.   He also apparently considered abducting Niënor. I don’t know exactly what version this was in, I actually thought I invented that in my brain but then two people completely unrelated posted about it so it’s somewhere in HoME. I have a post about it here. It’s kind of pathetic that he failed in this despite the family being actually cursed. Always a possibility for further exploration in dark aus He doesn’t appear in many of my stories except as a background character.

I don’t like him much either but it’s also interesting to imagine versions where he was originally of Húrin’s people too. 

[shamelessrabbithole]

The looks thing you mentioned sounded so interesting that I’m coming out of anon to share some ideas without the word limit I keep fighting with while on mobile (I think I’m using the post option instead of the ask, please bear with me, I’m sorry, it was meant to be an ask). Also, hi! I’ve asked a lot of questions here and I greatly enjoy reading you :) I struggled with the parasocial feelings for a while too and this blog felt like a hug! In many ways!

So back to my point: “The same can be said for his sense of style. It’s devolved significantly, in that he used to be a very sharply dressed” (and the rest of the quote).

I have only followed him casually from mid 2023 up to now so I don’t know him that much but I’ve kind of developed a theory due to these more recent radical? look changes? I’m refering to the longer straightened up hair (sometimes very messy and unkept), then the moustache, the mullet… Also other minor decisions like not darkening his eyelashes and eyebrows, those small details. It sounds weird but it felt like he either didn’t care much about his looks (don’t wanna assume but sometimes due to not being in our best mental state, we stop caring a bit about our appearances or we simply can’t). Or he’s not specially trying to make himself look “handsome”, like what anyone would consider that way (more groomed, fresh haircut, etc). I thought that maybe he was walking away from potential love interests roles, trying to push them away? But the only proper love interests roles I’ve seen him in (love interest as the typical handsome guy who gets the girl at the end) were when he was younger. Like his Disney stuff. You mentioned earlier than the Cal Kestis plot also has a romantic twist but I’m only considering movies or series in the most traditional sense. Maybe he dislikes that category or feels like it limits/limited him? I know he did Shattered (never watched it) and other movies with romantic sub plot but he still… doesn’t fit what I’d call the romantic main lead. Now on Foxbody there’s a relationship, a kiss scene and whatever that requires an intimacy coordinator… But he wrote that. So it’s on his terms. He can write himself to be the man he wants to portray.

tl;dr I think he tried to leave the pretty boy appeal behind (pretty as in S1 Ian Gallagher). Now I see his latest portraits of himself (taken by himself -like the pool one- or like the one from the archival yesterday on his stories) and it feels very not sensual. Ofc portraits can have different themes but idk the photographies he takes of girls are very very sensual but he seems like an almost asexual being right now from the vibes he gives me, as opposed to the photoshoot with Peyton that screamed -yes, we fuck. So maybe he’s de- sexualizing his image as an actor? No more fuckboy Cam like the sauna pics. Even the summer daze picture is very tame. The latest skin show we got was that Scotland shirtless picture right? That’s my hypothesis. Maybe I’m speaking BS, feel free to tell me that too XD

Or maybe he’s just a guy who needs a stylist - one of my favorite tag of yours.

_______________

Well, first of all, thank you for saying that the blog is like a hug. I really appreciate that. It’s so kind of you and I’m glad it helps you cope.

The asexual aspect of Cam is something I’ve also noticed, but I’ve been speaking to it for months as celibacy. Where he once used to drip with sex appeal (in my eyes), he’s often replaced it with what some anons have called “gay bestie vibes.” Now that he’s doing the play, his sex appeal has taken a hit yet again and he reads like a somber fifties dad. Where did all of his natural magnetism go? (I’ll concede that he looks pretty hot in the Foxbody trailer, but I’ll reserve judgement about his love scene until we see it in its entirety.) You mentioned his photography and I find it all rather unsexy as well. 

Anyway, he was single for so long prior to Madison, that I frequently racked my brain wondering how a man in his position got laid while keeping it casual. How the women he did sleep with managed not to fall in love with him, etc. It was a hot topic of conversation on here, always. Declining sense of style aside, he’s still very capable of having sex whenever and wherever, so was it just limited to romps overseas with people like Emily and Vivi? We never got those answers.

Now that we’re in a new era, that leads me back to Madison who, for all her comfort with nudity and very close dance partnering with men, doesn’t seem sexual either. It’s probably why she and Cam seemed like friends for so long and maybe some people are still convinced that that’s all they are. I definitely understand your reasoning, that he’s shedding the pretty-boy appeal deliberately, but the question is—why? Why do that in Hollywood, where looking your best helps ensure the longevity of your career. And if a role ever calls for a “roughening up” of those looks, makeup artists are more than up for the task of turning beautiful people into goblins. 😂 

It’s more of what makes him so enigmatic to me, because I’m so incapable of getting into his head and trying to understand life from his point of view. Is he just an oddball or is he extremely calculated in every move he makes? Is he evolving more into his authentic self or stepping further away from it, and if he is, is that deliberate or out of his control? The questions never end!

[oh-yes-i-did-not]

Okay so the move went relatively well. I did end up having to take way too much ibuprofen so my knees would keep bending and working while going up and down the stairs way too many times so I developed in inflamed esophagus, one of the greatest joys of having GERD. All the anti-inflammatory painkillers are real bad for heartburn tendency, GERD, ulcers etc but also, sometimes the only thing that works. Luckily pantoprazol still works super well for me so it only knocked me down for two days. Which was actually super okay because my knees were also super wrecked and needed that time spent mostly in bed, doing nothing but reading. I read Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao and the entirety of Mars by Fuyumi Soryo.

I’ve been slowly unpacking the boxes and just did the last rented box from the moving company today, so yay~ I still have most of the cardboard boxes to unpack but those can wait, the I needed the ones on running tariff out of here asap.

I still only have a mobile internet since the new computer doesn’t have a wireless adapter and I don’t have an ethernet cable long enough to set up my router through the modem, which is solidly located on the wall, near the ceiling of the entrance. I am not about to put my computer desk next the front door, thank you very much. I’m probably just gonna get that wi-fi adapter anyways, since there really is no good setup for a long cable in this apartment. It will end up passing through some bad places, no matter what way, so I would prefer not to.

Without Internet the new computer is pretty much useless, since I still plan to downgrade it to Win10 so I haven’t installed anything except Firefox and Steam. So in the meantime, I’m on the ancient office laptop I borrowed from partner. It may choke if I have more than 2 video tabs open and more than 10 tabs in general, but it runs the new Glass Masquerade game that was just released (if nothing more than that) so I’m good for now.

It currently looks like this:

I have an air mattress since I need to buy a new bed and it’s trickier than you would expect when you move to a tiny town and you don’t have a car. It’s really comfy though, I was surprised! Also, I got the expensive armchair in the separation so it’s now my one true luxury :D It was going to be a nice console gaming chair but now it will be more properly used as a reading chair.

The kitchen/living room windows are really big and let in a lot of light so it’s a good crafting space. You can actually see a line on the entrance cabinets on the opposite wall, where the light has hit for years. The lower portion of the doors is more yellow, thanks to the sun.

I also have a third desk that I was going to set up in front of the window but... I think no. It’s an old Ikea Vika Blecket drawing table with light box window, and now has new Vika Artur legs. The original leg were also Vika Artur and my late cat destroyed them with pee while they were lying dismantled on the floor. That model still exist, tho the design has changed and they’re not exactly compatible with old Vika desks anymore so I can’t change the angle of desk anymore since the pegs that are supposed to support the desk do not match anymore, which sucks. That, along with the light box glass was one of the things that made this desk super good for it’s cheap price tag back then. Anyways, I think I’m just gonna keep the desk and the legs hanging around for when I need extra table space, like cutting large fabrics, but I’m not gonna keep it set up. It would make things just too cramped in here.

Anyways, I still have so many boxes to unpack and I still need to hang curtains to the living room, or should I say crafts room, and what even are carpets, but it’s going well.

[fallenrayvens]

Hey, so…

I was looking through the manga again (searching for something else entirely) when I came by the flashback in which Sebastian, the dog, tries to save o!Ciel. I found it interesting the way that happened, so I’m going to leave my thoughts here. It’s nothing consistent, I haven’t written anything before posting this. I literally saw it again and decide to ramble on the hellsite. That said.

Here’s how the O!Ciel finds Sebastian, the dog, in the middle of the Phantomhive manor attack:

After waiting for a long time for his brother who told him he was going to investigate why nobody has showed up to pick them up to their birthday celebrations, O!Ciel decides that things are too weird and he doesn’t want to wait alone in their room, so he leaves to look for his brother and anybody, really.

He doesn’t find anybody, though. He’s all alone, it seems, and the house is terribly silent.

That is until he catches someone desperately scratching and banging behind a closed door. He’s terrified, but gets worried about whoever might be there and opens it.

He opens it and out jumps Sebastian, the family dog. Scared and alone trapped in a room just like he was, with the added bonus that he’s also restrained.

The dog who’s been, at his words, bullying him since it stepped into their home. But the boy doesn’t care about that right now.

They are now both terrified, but no longer alone. The boy takes the muzzle off Sebastian, freeing him, and declares he’s no longer scared. Sebastian’s gonna protect him now.

The dog stops him, tho. It pulls on his clothes as to stop him from moving, and O!Ciel thinks Sebastian’s “bullying” him again.

He tries to fight against it but it’s useless and he finally falls to the ground, so he whines about the pain and is probably feeling even more desperate before the dog approaches him and licks his face, showing it’s gratitude.

The boy’s confused and surprised. The dog stares back at him, and then decides to move on the other direction, contrary to the one the boy meant to take before he fell, so naturally O!Ciel reads this a lead and follows.

Or tries to, at least.

He loses the dog for a moment because it runs a lot faster than he can, but it barks so it can be found by him. He recognizes the barks as coming from his father’s bedchambers and runs towards the sound.

By the time he gets there, unfortunately, someone has attacked Sebastian, and also both of his parents. The three of them lie dead on the floor of the room where the boy found them.

After this, you know the rest of the tragedy. Sebastian, the dog, tried but wasn’t able to get his master to safety and died on duty. The boy was, once again, all alone.

(No more pics bc mobile hates me)

As I said, I get the vague feeling that just like the beast before him, Sebastian, the demon, will show he genuinely cares about his master in a very tense situation.

I don’t think Yana showed us so much of this dog, who’s the reason why o!Ciel’s demon is called that, for nothing. I think we’re going to see something very similar happening — maybe at the hotel, but probably at the end of the series —, but I at least hope this Sebastian may be able to save the boy.

Will he? I don’t know. Maybe it’s a direct parallel. Maybe he dies on the job and is unable to come back like he said he would. Maybe this time we’ll see O!Ciel scream and demand the butler to get the fuck up and do his job but he won’t be heard. I hope that’s not what happens, but oh would that be some powerful angst.

As I said previously on the tags, I don’t even think Sebastian will give up O!Ciel’s soul. I don’t think he will give up his meal. But I do think he grew to genuinely care about this child (as much as a demon could grow to care about anyone), which will make everything even more tragic when it comes to that. I half expect to see a Sebastian’s flashback of some sort, or a monologue, talking about his master, at the end of the story.

If you read all this nonsense, please feel free to comment about it. I’d love to know if there’s more people who see what I’m seeing here or if I’m just delusional.

I think demon Sebastian will somehow act like dog Sebastian did in the end of the series. I don’t know how exactly. I don’t have anything particularly in mind, but I do think he will show us he’s more than just a hungry beast doing his part of the contract.

[akkivee]

alright!!!! imma finally try to put down my thoughts on how each teammate of the leaders have relationship similarities/parallels with previous teammates!!!! i apologise in advance if it’s hard to read lol

so for ichiro!!

jiro: the little bros are similar to different aspects of ichiro’s personality and time and time again, we’re reminded that ichiro and samatoki are two peas in a pod. so, jiro is closer in personality to samatoki because ichiro is closer to samatoki personality-wise. however, ichiro himself has one (1️⃣) type of man so it’s not that far of a stretch to say jiro has personality aspects similar to kuukou as well. jiro’s taste in music (given his speakers at least) and fashion sense are similar to kuukou tho

saburo: as ramuda has once put it, saburo is just like tdd ichiro, but without his charm and charisma lol

with samatoki—!!

juto: is parallel to sasara (tho juto came first so it could be the other way around lol). similar interaction beats but juto and sasara want/wanted different things from samatoki. both were probably attracted to how capable samatoki seemed with his power tho and i’m eagerly awaiting the next few dh/bat manga updates for more information!!!

rio: perhaps none but he could be a mini parallel with ichiro as a loner getting by as best as he can with a desire to fight the system. you could even make a gentle giant comparison to jakurai as they’re both with military backgrounds

and then for ramuda!!!

gentaro: flat out relationship parallels with jakurai with how gentaro is really curious about who ramuda is and pushes ramuda to snapping back at him for prying too far

dice: could be a bit of a parallel with ramuda himself. both may be putting up masks to play the roles they were given and no i’m not expanding on that here lol

next is jakurai—!!

hifumi: relationship beats similar with ramuda but that’s more to do with their similarly bright personalities. the relationship itself is actually a reversal of ramuda and jakurai’s; whereas jakurai had wanted to learn all he could about ramuda, it’s hifumi who is constantly trying to learn everything he can about jakurai. actually, more on their similar bright personalities, both hifumi and ramuda are...... subservient?? that’s not quite the word i’m looking for but they both place a lot of importance on women despite what women have done to them and similarly show callousness towards people in general. i’m pretty sure it’s more calculated on ramuda’s part tho, hifumi just doesn’t put much thought into what he’s saying lol

doppo: probably a parallel to another aspect of jakurai’s curiousity. jakurai was fine waiting for ramuda to tell him his secrets on his own time and that’s what doppo does as well. they are both pretty fatalist as well, tho jakurai’s comes from a different place than doppo’s

as for sasara’s team—!!

rosho: he’s flat out a samatoki parallel because sasara has one (1️⃣) type

rei: is one of a kind lol tho he is a yamada so we could act like that’s the parallel. and y’know. just to put it out there. by all accounts and definitions, rei is a bad boy so he is in line with sasara’s type—

and finally, kuukou!!

jyushi: another emo boy type kuukou keeps stumbling upon tho that’s probably about it. what jyushi needs from kuukou is different from what ichiro needed from him, even though at the base of it is the need for support. and what kuukou’s learning from jyushi is different from what kuukou was getting out of hanging around ichiro

hitoya: maaaybe none, but maaaybe he’s technically an emo boy that’s in kuukou’s life who’s a bit of a loner and has received kuukou’s unwavering support whether he wanted it or not (but maaay come to appreciate it in the long run)

[primofate]

Genshin x fem!reader [Volleyball Team AU - Inspired by Haikyuu!] He introduces S/O to the team

Before you read this, might be a good idea to read the introduction first. To give you the whole low-down of the team and their dynamicsssss.

Other works in the Volleyball Team AU Series: Click Here

Scenario: You and him have been dating for a while now. Why does the team not know and what’s their reaction in finding out/when he introduces you?

Warnings: AU if that’s not your thing then don’t read, not proofread...as usual.

#1 Zhongli (Captain/Wing Spiker/Ace)

You’ve been dating for nearly 5 months at this point. Beforehand the two of you were close friends. So the team kind of already knew you guys were close, but you’d never met the team properly.

It’s not that he was HIDING your relationship, its that he didn’t want to pressure you into meeting his team. They could really be an overwhelming bunch of high schoolers sometimes.

As it happens he walks to the gym hand in hand with you one day, his other hand on his duffel sports bag, thinking that he’d be the earliest one there as always. 

But when he slides the gym doors open his WHOLE TEAM greets him “CAPTAIN!” and then there’s an awkward silence that descends as they all catch him with his hand intertwined with yours.

KAEYA AND TARTAGLIA LOSES IT. “C-Captain, you had a girlfriend and didn’t tell us?!” “You finally made a move on her?!” “S’about time!”

Needless to say they both get knocked on the head by Zhongli’s fist. 

Zhongli sighs and turns to you apologetically but you say that you don’t mind meeting them. He perks up and claps his hands to ask his team to line up.

They do so diligently. Kaeya, Tartaglia and Thoma are giddy while looking at you. Xiao and Kazuha have their mouth slightly agape as if you’re some kind of rare species. Diluc and Albedo stare you down. 

You introduce yourself as Zhongli’s gilrfriend and as you do so Tartaglia’s eyes dart towards Zhongli who has a slightly shy expression on his face. 

“Oh, oh question time!” Thoma raises his hand “Does the captain secretly eat sweets behind our back?” You haven’t even answered when Kaeya asks “Does the captain ever glare at you (he mimics Zhongli’s face) and say 10 Push ups NOW!” Surprisingly Diluc raises his hand too “...Is the captain strict with you too?”

Zhongli gets irked the more questions are asked and he finally steps in with an ominous presence. “10 laps around the gym...NOW!” 

He apologizes to you again but you reassure him it’s totally fine and they all seem like such fun. 

#2 Diluc (Vice Captain/Wing Spiker/Defense Specialist)

The vice captain is a very secretive guy.

Not even his brother knew.

It’s not that he was ashamed of you, he just liked his privacy and you already knew that. 

But there was this one time where he forgot his textbooks under his desk and you had to go and give it to him while he was at practice.

Shyly looking into the door the first one that spots you is Albedo.

“...Do you need something?” you tense up at Albedo’s question and shakily hand him the textbooks.

“U-Uhm... D-Diluc’s...”

Albedo tilts his head and turns to shout at the team. “Someone’s looking for the vice captain,”

Everyone stops what they’re doing and snaps there head towards you.

Diluc jogs over, sweat still fresh on his forehead. Without thinking he takes the books from you, small smile on his face and thanks you.

The rest of his team freezes up all thinking: “Hold on, is he...SMILING?”

You’re oblivious to them staring and give him a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving. When Diluc turns back his team is glaring daggers at him, he stares back at them. Doesn’t say anything, and continues practice.

No one is brave enough to ask him about it.

Tartaglia whispers to Kaeya “You didn’t know about it either huh?”

#3 Kaeya (Middle Blocker)

This MF would talk about you whenever he had the chance.

Y/N this, Y/N that, Y/N is so cute. 

Frankly the team is kinda tired of it. 

But when you finally visit one of their practices the team levels their gaze at you and think “Oh shit, he wasn’t lying, she is actually cute,”

Sees his teammates expression and brags even more. “I know what y’all are thinking. You’re thinking, OH! She’s actually really cute! Hm?”

Slings an arm around you shamelessly with a grin. “Back off boys, I’ll block all your attempts,”

Diluc is the one that walks up to you and you blink at him. Kaeya blinks at him, confused as well.

Diluc suddenly bows, “I feel sorry for you but please take care of him,”

The rest of the team either bursts out laughing or snickers behind their hand.

Their vice captain is low key savage

#4 Albedo (Setter)

The team finds out about you cause when they finish practice they find you waiting outside the gym.

Kazuha asks politely while the others look on “Are you lost?”

You straighten up and stutter a little, “Ah, uh, no, I’m...” You’re at a loss for words. 

Then Albedo suddenly appears from the gym doors and sees you. “Ah, were you waiting long? Sorry,”

Thoma tilts his head in question. “Albedo...Your sister?”

Albedo at this point was standing next to you already. “...No, my girlfriend,” like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Everyone is stunned into statues.

“H-How did you get one before me?” Tartaglia looks as if his soul had been sucked out of his body.

“Next time you can just come inside and wait inside the gym, it’s dark out here,” their responsible captain suggests and you’re amazed at his kindness and bow at him with a thank you.

Albedo doesn’t see what’s the big deal and just grabs your hand and starts walking away.

#5 Tartaglia (Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

The team already knew since the first date. It’s because he.would.not.shut.up.about.it

That particular day at practice his spikes were a tad bit stronger than usual.

“Oi... you’re getting too excited...” Xiao mumbles at him. Tartaglia just grins and scratches the back of his head. “Aaaahhhh... I can’t help it, I’m so nervous for my date with Y/N!”

A few more dates later he starts showing off his phone wallpaper to the others. It’s a picture of you and him.

Kaeya tries to piss him off by saying, “Huh, we’ve never actually seen her in person. Maybe it’s photoshopped,” The others snicker.

Is so pissed, asks you to come immediately.

You thought it was an emergency so you come into the gym with a worried look on your face only to be hugged tight into his chest. “See? See? She’s totally real and totally cute!”

Albedo crosses his arms and blinks, then looks at Kaeya “...You totally baited him, he’s such a simpleton.”

Kaeya responds with a smirk “Right?”

#6 Kazuha (Decoy/Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

The most formal out of all of them and even tells them seriously that he had an announcement to make.

Next day he comes into practice with you in tow.

Properly introduces you as his girlfriend. 

Everyone is wide-eyed at how official it feels. Then you suddenly take out a big container of fruits and tell everyone it’s for them (The captain doesn’t allow sweets, he thinks it’ll fatten them up or some crap.)

EVERYONE IS BLESSED BY YOUR PRESENCE and Kazuha is just enjoying you getting along with them.

Kaeya and Tartaglia try to whisper and bribe you into making cookies for them. 

Albedo and Xiao stares at Kazuha thinking ‘If someone like you can get a girlfriend, we can get one too, right?’

You offer to come back next time with more fruits and some secret cookies.

#7 Xiao (Libero)

Tried to keep it a secret because he knows his team will make a fuss about it.

The team finds out when his phone suddenly starts ringing in the middle of practice and he asks for a timeout to pick it up.

“Mm... Yeah... I’ll pick you up when I finish,” Everyone starts nudging each other when they hear him talk to you in an unusually calm and soft tone. So different from when he plays volleyball and gets angry at them.

By this point everyone tries to keep quiet and enlarge their ears to eavesdrop.

“Idiot... I won’t be late. I promised to take you out didn’t I?” 

Hearing their tsundere libero say something so sweet makes everyone combust.

When he turns back everyone is staring at him with smirks on their faces. “Hey, why not just ask her to come here?” Kaeya sneakily suggests.

Xiao blushes “A-As if I’d let her near you bumbling fools!”

He was worried it would scare you away, actually.

#8 Tohma (Pinch Server/Middle Blocker)

Literally no one is surprised he has a girlfriend.

It would be MORE of a surprise if he DIDN’T have one.

But they find out cause he left his phone out on the bench one day and there’d been a text message while Xiao was conveniently sitting on the bench.

“...Tohma, someone me--” Xiao looks at the screen where the message ‘I love you!’ is clearly written.

Xiao is so curious but is not gunna admit it so he nudges Kaeya or Tartaglia who might be sitting next to him and secretly motions over to the phone.

They read it and ask in a real loud voice “Oi Tohma! Who’s Y/N? They said I love you!” 

Tohma laughs nervously and since it’s already out he might as well introduce you. 

“This is my princess,” he says when you enter the gym to walk home with him that afternoon. You bow and introduce yourself and everyone looks at you thinking... “Ah, they look like the perfect domestic couple,”

Low-key everyone is jealous of how you dote on him.

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I have more. Fair warning, it gets worse in the interpersonal manipulation department.

Over the course of Penumbra, only two characters are actively trying to manipulate Dark: Red, and Vio. Green is too busy being a loyal knight, and Blue is too busy attempting to cover all of their asses.

While Vio and Blue are able to cheat around the edges of Dark’s mind whammy lotus eater style shenanigans, due to the nature of their own darkness moreso than any actual ability to resist, Vio is…. the queen to Blue’s rook, in this chess game. Highly mobile and highly ambitious, while Blue is busy scrambling behind the lines trying to protectively castle every single part of Four like an anxious Loftwing. Green’s also a rook, but on the offensive- blunt, effective, generally threatening but not hard to work around if you can figure him out.

Red’s the knight piece. Unexpected, maybe seems a little goofy, doesn’t exactly have great mobility but somehow manages to play the long game and get behind enemy lines anyway. And once he’s there, you still don’t really care, because it’s not like he can directly cause any problems... until you get too comfortable and forget what he can do.

Backing away from the chess metaphor though, both Red and Vio are trying to manipulate Dark, but in slightly different ways to very different ends. Vio is… essentially using a honeypot strategy because his experiences with Shadow taught him some things about how people work that he’d never considered before. Now he’s choosing this instead of stumbling into it and having a sexuality crisis alongside his first crush. Surely it will have better results. They’re both ancient quasi-immortal spirits, it’s worth a shot. Wine and dine this bastard into complacence.

At no point is either of them pretending it’s romantic, but the game is… fun. Dark’s part of the Hero’s Spirit, he doesn’t get dangerous and ill-advised enrichment like this very often. Playing with metaphorical lit bombs is almost enough to make his nonexistent heart race. Vio has, by virtue of being interesting, earned the right to act out a little.

The dynamic with Red is very different. Dark specializes in the Jungian shadow, nightmares and repressed desires. He read Red like a book, but honestly just skimmed after realizing Red’s driving motivations are emotional bonds and security within a social group. Dark can absolutely pet the metaphorical dog. Head pats, some lap time, whatever- Red makes it easy by speaking in physical touch, and just like that Dark has himself a lapful of complacent evil fire elemental.

The problem is, he doesn’t know he’s trapped by Red more than Red is trapped by him. Red isn’t motivated to escape or free his other selves from the binding magic, the way Vio is. To Red, he woke up and this new guy with a castle offered protection and cuddles. It’s a shame there’s a group of people out there who object to the idea- he knows Dark wants the heroes dead, and if they have to then needs must, but it would be nice if he could pull them into his found family too. Maybe he’ll try if he gets a chance. For now, Dark doesn’t seem to realize how lonely he is. Red is great at that kind of problem. Dark just earned himself a new best friend forever. Someone who can read him back in a way no one’s ever tried before.

These are some truly horrible villain snuggles happening and I feel like it’s an accomplishment if I need everything short of a Dead Dove tag on a chapter where there are hugs and cheek kisses. Red’s just living his best life, it’s not his fault Dark has zero life experience.

I need to practice getting a handle on writing Red in Penumbra. Unfortunately, when I ask myself “what’s the worst and most compelling situation to put him in”, it’s Red cuddling Dark and nobody is ready for that. Including me.

His first real character moment in the story is meeting Twilight, so I could mess with that, but. All masks off, full depth of exactly what it means for Red to be on a corruption arc? Cuddling Dark.

I’m putting each of them through unique issues based on their values/function. Green is discount base Link, the knight in shining armor? Dark paladin. Blue is full of rage and trust issues? I made him so paranoid the dark magic actually backfired and made him aware of the mind fuckery. Vio is extremely tactical and full of hubris? He’s the only one who can save them, surely he can trust himself to do this alone.

Red?

He just wants everybody to stop fighting. He wants to be friends. You’re going to be his friend, actually, he’s done asking. And you’ll do it because you love him, you love your teammates, everything is good and nothing hurts. If he was hurt you’d help, right? You want him to be happy? Well, he wants you to be happy too. So let’s just all get along. Stop thinking about it so hard, it’s almost like you want to be unhappy. You’ll make him cry.

….yeah I made him terrifying.

The thing about this version of Dark is, literally nobody has ever tried to empathize with him in his entire existence. He’s a tool of the goddess of Wisdom, guide and trial, pushed to the mental breaking point through several paradoxes and his catastrophic failure to properly test the hero. He’s “not a person”. But he was made from one, made to ruthlessly understand him without ever receiving understanding in kind. He’s familiar with Green’s urge to be blindly devout to the point of blasphemy, Blue’s all-consuming terror, Vio’s cocksure 5d chessmaster approach to any given problem. He thinks he can plan around that, because he has metaphorical first blood and territory advantage.

Red is love. That’s not hard to plan around, he just needs to convince Red to love him and it becomes a nonissue. Red’s a simpleton.

Red is being wildly underestimated, and Dark did not consider that this sweet little fire elemental would be working on him in kind. Red doesn’t just love- he spends every waking moment wanting safety, and safety to him is being surrounded by people who will give him the world. With all the filters off and dark magic pumping through his body, Red is extremely dangerous, perhaps moreso as an ally than as an enemy. That’s just on the interpersonal level, without sending a highly emotionally intelligent shadow out to spy on the heroes and possibly mess with them, since they’re a “threat to his family”.

It’s going to be a disaster and I can’t wait.

[ladyofthenoodle]

@cutestbug per your request i will expand on my tags on this post! i am starting a new post because i don’t want to derail op’s post rambling about blorbo from my shows

tldr of the original post: sometimes the princess in the tower story can be the story someone needs, especially for people with physical disabilities who might need stories about it being worth it to come to them. these stories say that you will not be forgotten and left abandoned in your tower if you can’t rescue yourself, that people will come for you and value you and you do not need to be mobile to be important (i do recommend clicking through to read the full post if you haven’t)

now adrien isn’t physically disabled in canon, but neither are most princesses in towers. like most fairytale princesses, he’s trapped in the tower by the villain. and just like those princesses, adrien is seen as someone worthy and desirable, a source of inspiration, someone who people seek out again and again even when he can’t come to them. he is the beacon of light, he is the one the hero longs for, he is important even when he’s gone.

but of course adrien doesn’t know any of that, not really. to quote the original post, adrien believes these messages: “You’re out of the narrative, you’re secondary, you’re a burden.” and “Nobody would want to visit; nobody would want to listen; nobody would want to stay.” but neither of those are true about him at all, even in season 4 when he has decreased screentime, the impact of that is felt strongly by the audience. and we know he’s at no point less important to the hero, who remains as dedicated to him as she always has been.

and this is where the identity dichotomy comes in and allows for both narratives. since season 1, being chat noir has been adrien’s escape from the tower. he’s the self-rescuing princess, he’s wonder woman breaking free from literal and metaphorical bondage, he’s able to fight for himself and for other people. and we have all long expected this to culminate in him rescuing himself in a more permanent way when they finally go head to head with hawkmoth. and that’s a great story! i want that for adrien and i want that for the people that need that story from adrien. i want him to face his father head on and say “you can’t control me, i’m my own person.” and i do think that is his story as chat noir.

but at the same time, i want him to know he is worth being rescued. that people will fight for him when he can’t fight for himself. because no one can fight all the time and we all deserve to know we are worth fighting for. that someone will make the journey to the tower for us. that we are worth fighting dragons for. because adrien doesn’t believe that about himself. which is why in season 4, when he is able to escape as chat noir less and less, as he is less and less able to fight and more and more trapped and left behind, he starts to feel worthless. if he can’t fight for himself, what’s the point? but meanwhile we see marinette is willing to slay every dragon for the boy trapped in his tower.

because of secret identities, the other characters don’t know adrien has the power to rescue himself. so our hero keeps trying to rescue him and hopefully one day adrien will see that he’s worth rescuing, he’s worth all the effort, even without being a hero himself, he’s important. even if he’s “useless.” he can fight side by side with ladybug as chat noir and also see ladybug being willing to do anything to save adrien even when adrien is out of reach. adrien can learn he is worth rescuing to other people while chat noir can simultaneously learn he can rescue himself. he can literally help ladybug rescue adrien as if adrien is an entity separate from himself. it’s a bit like having our cake and eating it too. and i just think that the set up of the lovesquare is so neat for that and that ladrien deserves all the rights.