#coming all togather

[theloveinc]

It’s not bait sorry if it came off that way. I live in a red state and I yam scared and I just wanted to see what others thoughts were on it 😭

you know.... i wish i had something more hopeful to say but like......... red states have been going nuts with the censorship stuff lately, not even in terms of just internet safety, but like.... literally raiding schools for LGBTQ books and banning changing your gender on your drivers license and stuff..... so i have no idea !!!! how this will go or what to think abt it!!!

i def think it's stupid and just apart of the government's larger goal of using stupid "laws" to oppress and silence people (i can imagine so many ways this "policy" wouldn't even alter spaces like tumblr and would instead be used to target individuals trying to spread helpful information)

but until we know........ 1. if there is a likelihood of this being passed, and 2. how it will actually affect us..... i'm just not going to worry abt it (and you shouldn't either, unless you live in like....... florida. sorry florida).

[glitchgh0sty]

*shoves this at you* here you go! Working on a short story about jazz and prowl set in the decepticon prowl au. I hope I got the vibes right ❤️

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Prowl did not leave the war room.

He had no reason to. Prowl had long since abandoned the concept of "outside."

Strategy did not require fresh air or open spaces—it required discipline. The outside world was irrelevant—an uncontrolled, unpredictable factor with no strategic value. The only things that mattered were data streams, enemy movements, and the ever-growing plans that turned battles in their favor. His duties required precision, vigilance, and absolute focus. He saw Soundwave and Shockwave once every few weeks for briefings, filled out his reports, then returned to work. It was efficient. It was necessary.

Everything outside of that was a waste of time.

He did not need distractions.

Which was why Meister was becoming a problem.

The new Decepticon was competent, which was the only reason Prowl tolerated his presence. But he was also disruptive—too confident, too relaxed, too quick with his glossa. He played the game well enough to earn Megatron’s trust, but Prowl wasn’t convinced. A mech who seemed to belong everywhere and nowhere at once couldn't be trusted his tact-net said. Plus, Prowl had his suspicions—Meister was too adaptable, too perceptive—but no evidence. Yet.

And now he was here, leaning against the side of Prowl’s terminal like he belonged there.

“You ever leave this fraggin’ room?” Meister asked, visor gleaming under the dim tactical lights.

Prowl didn’t bother looking up. “Irrelevant.”

Meister scoffed, arms folding across his chassis. “Tch. ‘Course you’d say that.”

Prowl’s optics flickered up at the tone—like amusement mixed with something sharper.

“You got somethin’ to say, Meister?”

Meister tilted his helm. “Just thinkin’ it’s funny. Megatron talks about strength, but you—” He gestured vaguely at Prowl’s station, littered with datapads and flickering displays. “—you hole yourself up in here like a half forgotten glitch."

Prowl’s optics narrowed. “I do not waste time on meaningless indulgences.”

Meister chuckled, but there was no humor in it. “Right. ‘Cause tactics win wars, not the bots fightin’ ‘em.”

Prowl’s plating twitched. “Do you have a purpose for being here?”

“Yeah,” Meister pushed off the desk. “I do.” He took a step closer, voice dropping just slightly. “Come outside.”

Prowl’s vents cycled sharply. “No.”

“Just for a cycle,” Meister pressed. “Ain’t like the war’s gonna end in the time it takes for you to step outside and look at the fraggin’ sky.”

Prowl ex-vented slowly. “Unnecessary.”

“Y’keep sayin’ that, but y’ain’t got a real reason.” Meister tilted his helm, expression unreadable. “What, you scared or somethin’?”

Prowl’s optics flared. “Do not mistake my focus for fear.”

“Then prove it.”

The challenge lingered. Prowl held Meister’s gaze for a long, silent moment, processing the possible outcomes. There was no tactical advantage in agreeing.

But refusing would give Meister something to hold over him.

And that was unacceptable.

“…One cycle.”

Meister smirked. “That’s all I need.”

Ahaha.. AHHHHHH!!!?

Breathes, looks, breathes again. *Simply dies*. WHAT THE ACRUAL LIVI BFF AKNF VWVCIWJBG!??? THIS IS SO GOOD??? THE DIALOGUE!! THE DIALOGUE!!!! ECHO- CIRCUT! YOU ARE INSANE!! Can I spin you around and around?? Your brain! This is beautiful. I am without speech? I am without good and proper words?? YOU HAVE GOT DOWN THE CHARACTERS. SO GOOD!!! ITS ALMOST LIKE IM READINF POETRY AND ITS TEARING ME APART AND PUTTING ME BACK TOGATHER BOTH SIMULTANEOUSLY AND AT THE SAME TIME.. I literally read this and ended up grabbing my phone so hard while reading that my hand turned red. YOU HAVE A GIFT! OML! Breeeeathe. OhMIgosh, hold up, *dies again*, this is going in the archives of my Transformers notes document. The same document that is already so long my notes app told me I exceeded the set length for all possible notes app attachments, please for the likes of all things good,, I need to sit. and then I need to read this again. And then I need to grab some paper, a pencil, a highlighter, some annotations, a blanket, some more pencils. And then I need to read this again. And then I need to sit. And then I need to READ THIS AGAIN.

“He did not need distractions”,, mmhm, yep,, absolutely no distractions necessary here right now,, in the middle of Decepticon headquarters 💀😏✨

“What, you scared or somethin’?”

- PFT HA! This phrasing is so genius because in his mind what Prowl is doing is painting him as someone with mental fortitude, someone without needs like ‘living’, but because Jazz phrases this like “wait,, you really can’t do it big man?” Suddenly [because of Prowls’s view of Jazz] his definition of mental fortitude makes a temporary shift to deal with Jazz’s request because he doesn’t want to be seen as somebody who can’t function on a standard that was issued by a fellow “Decepticon”

“Prowl’s optics flared”

- Ooooog yeah,, that hit home <33✨

“That’s all I need”

- YESSSS, that is all you need! Bro, I love the phrasing on this too because, 1. It implies that Jazz knows Prowl well enough to recognize that he can be changed,, 2. It recognizes that there is still a part of Prowl that isn’t attached to the figurative work machine,, [ it’s dormant, but there <33] and Jazz knows that all he really needs is a little time to find it, and drag it out [politely.. but quickly]

Context ✨ Next!?

[solar4seekstron]

I have an angst one! So we all know what happens to Bee in rose of the beast so basically same thing but Cybortron reader is his conjux or reader has a crush on him and wasn't able to tell him before the......incident (we'll call it that) happened either way it's going to hurt

Oh I like this!!!

TFROTB!Bumblebee x Cybertronian!GN!Reader: I’m Sorry

Content: 16+, The flashbacks are the strongest parts of the story just not the present. Sorry he’s like dead most of the time I tried my best at the ending.

TW/Tags: A couple flashbacks, Death of course, the smog humans as funny at the end, I still had fun writing this. I hope you guys enjoyed this!!

-Flashback (Before the War)-

You were one of the Cybertronians who lived peacefully in the city of Iacon. You were once a simple waiter. Currently being courted by a certain racer named B-127.

He approached you when leaving work one night and since then always made sure to walk with you to your apartment. Like a true gentlemen. Despite you being a little older. And a little taller. And a bit stronger.

Non the less. You denied other mechs and even femmes. Him stealing your heart since he’s one to believe in doing a good deed. Not to mention very charming as well.

You and him finally bonding just a few days before the war began.

You of course joining him with the Autobots and fight together. You both always having each others back and sticking togather. That was…until one day before heading into battle.

You were putting weapons togther. Watching as a few bots by you were shot down.

You were struggling to put a bulletproof in. Your leg injured and you cant reach B. You tried through the bond until she showed up. Shooting the decepticons that were getting closer. Other bots coming to help causing the decepticons to retreat.

You looked up at B as he kneeled before you. Placing his cervo on your shoulder as he checked out your wound. “Can you stand?”

You’d nod and slowly stands as he helps you. Both of you feeling a strong surge in your chests. You both are back together now.After an explosion startled you B the spoke. “We need to go.”

“Right!” You responded.

You both transforming and driving to Optimus. You ignored the pain as you guys got closer.

You and B were able to get to Optimus as more and more decepticons came.

Causing Optimus to yell “Fall Back!!” You and B running to the escape pods. When you both got close to one you didn’t know they would be seperated. B saw the decepticons come and made sure you were in your pod first. You spoke surprised.

”B what are you doing.” He then responded. Holding your arms as his bright blue optics stared at you. Then responded.

”We will see each other again when on the planet. I promise.” One of his cervosgently holds the side of your helm as his forhelm connects with yours. He closed his optics for a moment before pulling back.

”I promise sweetspark. We will connect. Physically once more!” He soon pulled away as your cervos almost reach for him.

He’d gently nod before closing the pod. You watch him with worried optics as your pod starts to take off. Watching Bs take off but going a different direction. The pod would later knock you out for impact before you can wrrry about B not going the same direction as you.

-End of Flashback-

When you finally woke up for some reason you were hit with the feeling of the bond broken. That’s something that’ll have to be dealt with when you see him once more in the future.

When you finally came to Earth, you were so happy to see Bumblebee. Your Conjunx. Reconnecting until you all had to separate to avoid humans seeing you all.

And so you all made your way to different parts of the city. It being like this for a while. That is until you got the call from Optimus while driving.

You were able to get to the location right after Bumblebee did. You and him exchanging looks before Mirage and Prime spoke about the human he brought. You didn’t think much about the human Noah.

Leaning against the wall on your back as everyone took turns speaking. Not noticing Bee glancing at you every so often. You both know it wasn’t time to be “togther” giving the recent light in the sky. Showing the possibility that there’s a chance of finally going home.

You all drove to the museum and you stood next to Bee while Optimus and Arcee looked at the building. Waiting for the human to finish stealing an artifact.

You continue to stand there. Silence until Arcee and Optimus started to have a conversation. You looked at him and moved your cervo a little closer to his. Your smaller digit reaching for his.

You glanced at him as he continues to look forward with narrowed optics.

You looked down and gave up. Maybe he’s just not interested right now…You’d then see an explosion. You and the others soon making your way into battle against these new bots after the artifact.

During it you were trying to protect the human Noah and this new female human with him.

The thing you weren’t prepared for the most is when Bee tried to save Optimus. Only to get shot and killed by the bot. You watched. Frozen as his body slumped onto the floor. You continue to be frozen. Even the male human tries to catch you attention as you stood there like an idiot.

It wasn’t until the bots who attacked finally left and you were able to get a better look at his body. Your cervos gently holding his helm up as Optimus kneeled down. His helm low in respect.

Later you all will get on the plane of one of the oldest Autobots. You sat by Optimus as you looked at Bees corpse.

You’d sigh and closed your optics. Might as well try to catch up on some sleep like the humans. It’ll be a long ride. The humans and Arcee along with Mirage doing the same as Optimus stays awake. He knows you’re taking his death just as hard.

-Flashback (Again before the war)-

You were currently closing up. You did this often for the restaurant you worked at without the help of others. You were a pretty big bot. So you didn’t mind as much.

Other much larger bots never bothered to come near you any way. As you locked up, you started to walk to your apartment. But as you were continueing as you put your keys away. You were then stopped by a bot who gently poked your arm.

You looked at the direction. Your optics bright in the almost dark city. then a soft male voice spoke causing you to look down. “Down here.”

You looked down. It was B-127. He visited the restaurant often. But he always seems to take his time with his energon. Escpecially when you worked. At least that’s what your coworkers told you. You then spoke as he kept looking at you. He seemed to be holding something behind his back.

”Ah, B-127. What can I do for you??”

He seemed a bit nervous as he then cleared his…”throat”? Then spoke. “Yes! I came tonight cause I…well I wanted to ask you a question! Actually.” You raised an optic ridge as you stared at. Him. Intrigued as you stared at him. He’d then show what he was holding behind hm.

That being these beautiful pink flowers on the planet. You were surprised as he then spoke. “T-th-these are for you! I hope you like them.”

You’d gently take them as you softly chuckled. “They’re lovely, B-127. What was it that you wished to ask?” He can be heard making a gulp but showed to show determination as he stared up at you. “I want you to be my Conjunx! Please let me court you!”

You stared at him with a blank expression for a moment. Optics then blinking after a moment of silence. You soon having a smile on your dermas as you then spoke. Soft optics as you looked down at him.

”I accept your courtship B-127.”

”P-Please. Just call me B.” You let out a soft chuckle and looked behind you before looking back at him. You then spoke. “Would you like to walk with me to my apartment?”

He soon nodded as he then spoke. “Yes!- I mean sure!”

You noticed how bright his optics glowed as he then got next to you. You both walking together side by side to your apartment. Chatting throughout the walk as you both got to know each other more. the next day being your courtship.

And those next four days. Will be the happiest days of your life.

-End of Flashback-

Later on as Bee was left behind and you were fighting against the scorpions and the bots working for Unicron.

You were surprised to see the scorpions and minicons being shot around you.

Someone was covering for you. When you looked back Bee has landed by you. Close to the entrance. he then looked at you before nodding as he winked at you before he started shooting at the other bots. And so you continued to shoot at the enemies. Up until the battle was finally over.

You and the others started driving away from the scene as everything starts to fly up in the air. As you drove Bee was the only one out drive next to you before Cheetor joined you.

You guys were able to get to a safe distance. You transforming and stretching out your arms. You’ll defiently be sore in the morning. Bee transforming behind you. The maximal and Autobots speaking to each other with the humans as you and Bee were at a bit of a distance.

You were far because you needed room to calm down from all that excitement. And Bee, well. Wanted to speak to you. Your back to him as you didn’t notice.

You looked at the others as they spoke. Not noticing Bee unwell he stood next to you getting closer. This time his smaller digit gently reaching for yours. His pinkie sort of wrapping just around your own a little. You noticed but stayed still.

He then spoke through the radio as you watched the clouds disappear.

”I- am sorry- for breaking bond- lost- oh my memory- and- forgot- you- oh yes I did!…But I will always- be with you now heeeerrreee- through this- WAR!!!- I- Promise!”

He turned to face you fully when he spoke that last part. You looking down at him with sad optics before fully turning as well to face him. You’d then speak. “B…I just..I thought you were mad at me or something? T-the bond when I felt it disappear and you said nothing to me when reuniting.”

He then spoke once more. “I didn’t know- Oh just what to say to you baby!- I hope- you can- forgive me- and let meeeeeee- make it up to ya ya ya-“

His optics almost seemed hopeful as he stared up at you.You letting out a soft chuckle before speaking. “Alright I’ll ‘forgive’ you. But you do know this means you’ll have to restart you courtship for me.” You teased as you stared at him.

You let out a sad but hopeful whirring sound as his little antennas started moving up and Dow. His optics hopeful as his cervos gently held yours.

You then leaning down to press a kiss against his..mouth thing? You both closing your optics. The kiss lasting for a moment before slowly pulling away and looking back at each other. You both then hearing the male human. “Wait- so you robots fu-“

His mouth is then covered by the female as he tried to speak. The other bots didn’t pay much attention. Laughing and speaking and all. Bumblebee then gently grabbed your waist and pulled your frame against his. Your own cervos setting on his shoulders as bee spoke.

“Yes- and this- fiiiiiiine- bot is- All- Mine- YEEHAA!!!” You chuckled as the female does so as well.

You four then joining the others as they talk about what to d next. You don’t know what is in store , but you do now you and bee wont seperated so soon ever again!

I FREAKING LOVE THIS LITTLE BUG I SWEAR!!!! He’s so precious I just wanna smother him with kisses!

I hope you guys were able to enjoy this like I did and I hope to see you guys in the next one.

As always a repost is appreciated and I’ll see you guys in the next one!

[liliumontherun]

What is funny is how fast Dante and Vergil get into being brothers again. They haven't seen eachother for a long time, both been through some fucked up shit, Vergil splitting himself in half and coming to take the world just to fight with Dante one more time and still after the first round of their fight Dante is asking about how Nero happened and Vergil answers him and they are laughing about how Vergil was once young too and how much Dante wants to know the story behind it. They fight again, two minutes later they are bros who are going to hell togather and they have no problem with that. Oh we are gonna spend the rest of our lives here, guess we get to finally catch up and do some matches to see who fights better. Normal things (at least normal for Sparda family)

They remember they are brothers and fall into that dynamic so fast, so naturally like they didnt spend their lives trying to kill eachother and i think thats so wholesome. After all this time, they finally understood they dont need to fight, they balance eachother out and they are actually a good team.

[irradiatedpathogen]

LOTS OF WORDS (rel8ing to...)

troll reproduction theory under cut

Guys, yk how many people 8lame trolls differing 8lood colours on "magic", what if instead trolls just have an extra element that has different variants or MUTATIONS that causes them to change the colour AND a8ilites of the troll!

This is kinda 8ased on the theory that the condy and other fuschia 8loods genetically modified the trolls, 8UT ALSO 8ecause the fuschias can eventually LEARN every a8ility in each caste, which leads into my next theory that lime 8loods (or mutants) are culled 8ecause they have a higher r8 of 8eing 8orn yet can also...

1. 8e mut8ed to have extra a8ilites

or 2. can eventually LEARN each a8ility aswell (not so keen on this one)

and this is why the condy doesnt want them alive!!!!! also i would LIKE to use the cheru8s as a 8ase for some of these mutant headcanons 8ut i feel like the only thing i could pull out my ass for them is that "calliopes self insert could 8e a mary sue!" or "cali8orns quest in getting all the felt could 8e the same as other mutants getting more powers!".

Also I would like to clarify tho that not ALL mutants have this power, (e.g karkat) and is as rare as a mind reading 8lue 8lood (which i assume is a mutation specific to their class) . i say this aswell 8ecause im pretty sure its mentioned in homestuck that 8asically most the kids in hive8ent are mutants of their own caste.

When it comes to 8eforus id like to imagine that feferi doesnt have the influence of the condy yet still has the prophecy that her lusus read, so ma8ey 8y 8ringing the castes togather she uses "culling" to control the mutant population 8ecause they could 8e a threat, AND THIS IS 8ASED OFF OF 8EFRIENDUS where mituna is taken in 8y fef to 8e culled after having a psionic freak out, and that made me think what if during the process of "culling" feferi genetically modifies the culled to prevent them from gaining their a8ilities or are given a sort of supplement,

or even like chemically castrated or some shit, 8ut for their 8lood, or ma8ey even jsut normally, ma8ey castration affects trolls weirdly plus they wouldnt 8e able to reproduce so less mutants anyway. this is a really funny theory considering kankri is celi88.

also this is complete headcanon 8ut i think lime 8loods have 2 fins, violets have 3 and fuschias have 4, which is why i always draw kar with kinda hooked ears

[castingspellsanddaisies]

Jude and S*arino, The P1mp: wtf? | Tarot Reading

DISCLAIMER: Take everything with a grain of salt. These readings are for ''entertainment'' purposes only.

Ps: I'm quite scared about what will come out from this one, folks! Hold my hand and let's go.

Are they friends? Why were they partying together that night?

garden + birds + books | back of the deck: crossroads

10 of swords + knight of wands + 7 of wands reversed | back of thr deck: 8 of swords reversed

No, they're not friends. They have (or had) mutual acquaintances and that's why they were in the same place and took a picture together. I see everything bein very formal, like when you go to a party and you talk to a stranger in that party but you're not close to the person or anything like that.

It's interesting though. I see that one of them were too shocked by the other and chose to distance himself from it right away. 10 of swords, 7 of wands reversed, 8 of swords reversed, crossroads... From what I heard about this Starino man, Jude must have heard about him too, after he took the picture and all of that, and he was like ''yep, I'm out''.

Ps: Perhaps the words I used made it look a little bit different than what I intended. I was kinda tired when I did that reading, so maybe that weighted too. Let's try again:

I'm not saying they're not spending time together, what I'm saying is that they're not ''besties''. Like when actors make a movie together and they spend a lot of time together, but after everything is done, they both part ways and that's it. Somebody else said ''but they follow each other on ig and the stories...'' Yes, they're in that same social circle, it's part of being ''social''. It's Miami, it's Dubai for Christ's sake! Everybody is all the time in Miami and Dubai.

The best term for them would be ''party friends''. But there's something off about it... The cards are saying there's something seriously wrong with this, which makes sense. That's the reality of being ''party buddies'': you may have fun togather but you don't trust the person.

There's just something very, very concerning about all of it.

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😬😬😬

[powderseas]

OK. QUICK AU IDEA

basically squilf and bramble never become mates, they just stay like the sister brother duo they were in the beggining of TNP.

leafpool still gets pregnant and leaves thunderclan to give birth with squirrelflight. squilf is really close friends with ashfur so the both of them find him to ask if he would be willing to raise the three along side with squilf. squilf makes it clear that they will be just doing this for leafpool's and the three's well being, and she has no intention of starting a romantic relationship with ashfur, she even states that they can stop pretending to be mates once the three has grown up.

Ashfur being ashfur, keeps putting squilf in situations she doesnt want to be in, pushes her boundries and tries to force his way into becoming mates with her during their fake relationship and after the three has all become adults. squilf snaps at ashfur and the two stops talking for a few months.

the fire scene still happens, but now with leafpool in it. ashfur reveals the truth and threathens to kill the three unless squirrelflight decides to become his mate. leaf and squilf kill ashfur togather and explain the situation to the three!!!! they are angry at first, but eventually come to terms with the truth. leafpool eventually reveals to her clan that squirrelflight isnt the mother of the three and her family is supportive of her!!

i might add or change things but this is what i came up w so far!!!

[grand-theft-carbohydrates]

sorry for being super late to the zhuge liang time-loop party but image we're several iterations in and our boy kongming is sitting in his little mountain hut waiting for liu bei to show up like he always does but this time sun zhou yu turns up instead

oh ho this is a hilarious concept! this is the enemies to enemies timeline we all need. i think it would make more sense for lu su and zhou yu to turn up, because of the simple reason that sun quan is a duke at this point and can't leave the palace for such an extended period of time vs liu bei the one-horse warlord.

ok, the timeline needs to be super fucked up at this stage in order to bring these two togather, because in the alpha timeline even though kongming was fairly well known as a genius hermit, he hasn't done anything so extraordinary at this stage that it warrents a personal visit from the two most powerful people in the southland.

i think we can do this by making him kinda new to the whole timeloop thing, and he accidentally/on purpose reveals some future events in order to get liu bei to find him faster, and it ends up backfiring.

picture this: kongming is sitting in his thatched hut, tears in his eyes, heart all a-flutter, waiting for his beloved leige lord to turn up, and the servant is like "master, there's three important men at the door" (idk who the third guy should be but it's a nice round number. maybe huang gai?) kongming: !!!! "ok, I will play some music to set the mood. i was rude last time by falling asleep and i want to make a good impression."

not even 3 bars in and a VERY familiar voice calls out "you're flat."

kongming is so fucking outraged that for a second he forgets to be surprised because that was ONE HALF-STEP DOWN, ASSHOLE!!!! YOU trying getting reincarnated and deincarnated several times over and then meet your soulmate (he called liu bei that irl, look it up) and see how steady your hands are, asshole!!! god, this is just like wei wuxian from my danmeis...

then it dawns on him that none of the peach garden trio have musical literacy. he runs outside, takes one look at the three men in his courtyard and is like "well, this timeline is a wash. aight im gonna go out back and bash my head in. on second thought, i should do it here and freak zhou yu out. suicidal existential despair is no excuse not to troll zhou yu."

but the afformentioned takes this opportunity to stroll into kongming's bedroom, and starts tuning his qin (not a euphamism) without permission. kong ming says passive-agressively, "i see you're quite adept at tightening another man's strings" (not a euphamism), zhou yu replies "a neglected instrument is like a neglected soul" (not a euphamism), "are you offering to duet?" says kongming through gritted teeth to which zhou yu replies "oh don't worry, i can see you're out of practise so i'll be gentle and take it slow," (not a--) and it's at this point lu su grabs huang gai by the elbow and goes "wow, what a nice bamboo grove! the two of us are going for a walk! a nice LONG walk FAR AWAY in the BAMBOO GROVE for THIRTY TO FORTY MINUTES! see you in THIRTY TO FORTY MINUTES!"

huang gai: i literally spent 30 years in the army you don't need all these euphamisms.

lu su: LALALALA I CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER THE SCENIC RUSTLING OF THE BAMBOO!

*insert that scene from Flirting Scholar where zhou yu and kongming start fighting, they roll under a table, there is a brief skirmish, and they come out with their clothes swaped. they are playing doubles on a single qin the entire time.*

[kckt88]

The Lost Dragon XVI - Hēnkirī hae mēre

Summary:

Aemond comes to terms with recent events.

Warning(s): Upset, Body Issues, Angst, Fluff, Uncle/Niece Incest, Smut - Kissing, Oral Sex, P in V.

Hēnkirī hae mēre - Togather as one.

AEMOND TARGARYEN x O.C -VAELYS TARGARYEN

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: - 4068

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.

Tag List - @jasminecosmic99 @kaelatargaryen @yesterdayfeelings-blog @immyowndefender @0eessirk8 @darylandbethfanforever9

Aemond stood in front of the funeral pyre, his heart heavy with grief, his soul shattered into a million pieces. His once proud posture was slumped, his shoulders weighed down by the unbearable burden of loss. He looked a mess, his silver hair dishevelled and unkempt, his eye bloodshot and hollow from sleepless nights spent mourning the woman he loved.

The flames of the pyre crackled and danced before him, casting an eerie glow upon his pale, haggard face. He hadn't slept since Vaelys died, the pain of her absence like a dagger twisting in his heart with every passing moment. He felt completely lost without her, adrift in a sea of sorrow and despair.

As he watched the flames consume Vaelys' mortal remains, Aemond felt a searing pain deep within his soul. He wanted to scream, to rage against the injustice of her untimely death, but his voice was lost in the howling wind that whipped around him, carrying his anguish into the night.

Memories of their time together flooded his mind—their laughter, their love, their shared dreams of a future filled with hope and promise. But now, all of that was gone, reduced to nothing but ashes and dust.

Every moment he had spent with Vaelys haunted him now, each memory tainted by the knowledge that his actions had led to her demise. He couldn't bear the thought of a life without her, of facing each day knowing that he was responsible for her death.

As the flames consumed her, Aemond bowed his head in shame, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. He had failed her, failed to protect her, and now she was gone, lost to him forever.

In the wake of Vaelys' death, Aemond retreated into darkness, consumed by grief and guilt. He shut himself away from the world, refusing to eat, refusing to speak to anyone. The light seemed to have been extinguished from his life, leaving nothing but an endless void of emptiness and despair.

Days turned into weeks, and still Aemond remained lost in his sorrow, his heart weighed down by the burden of his guilt. He couldn't bear to be around his children, especially the newborn Rekara, a constant reminder of the life he had failed to protect.

He felt ashamed of himself, ashamed of the weakness that had allowed his grief to consume him so completely. He had always prided himself on his strength and resilience, but now he felt like nothing more than a hollow shell of the man he once was.

As he languished in his self-imposed exile, Aemond's world grew smaller and smaller, until it seemed as though there was nothing left but darkness. He knew that he should seek solace in the love of his children, in the memories of the life he had shared with Vaelys, but the pain was too raw, too overwhelming to bear.

And so, he remained trapped in his own personal hell, drowning in a sea of regret and despair.

Aemond's soul was consumed by an unrelenting anguish that he could no longer bear. With each passing moment, the weight of his grief pressed down upon him like a suffocating shroud, crushing his spirit beneath its unbearable burden.

In a desperate bid to escape the pain, Aemond sought solace in the one creature that had always been by his side—his dragon, Vhagar. With trembling hands and a heart heavy with sorrow, he made his way to where she liked to rest.

"Vhagar," he whispered hoarsely, his voice choked with emotion as he approached her massive form. "I beg you-Drakarys”.

The great dragon hesitated, sensing the agony in her rider's voice, but Aemond's desperation was palpable, his eyes wild with torment as he pleaded with her to end his suffering.

He couldn’t live without Vaelys, he couldn’t survive in a world where she didn’t exist.

"Drakarys, Kostilus" he cried out, his voice breaking with anguish as he begged for release.

Vhagar turned her head away, refusing to obey her rider’s command.

“Dohaerās. Vhagar” sobbed Aemond.

Aemond fell to his knees, the tears streaming down his face.

“Please-Vhagar-DRAKARYS”

Vhagar let out a sorrowful sound, her eyes filled with a profound sadness as she lowered her massive head, bowing to her rider's command. With a heavy heart, she unleashed a torrent of flames that consumed Aemond in an inferno of agony and despair.

Aemond's heart raced as he jolted awake, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggled to make sense of his surroundings. His mind reeled with the vivid images of his nightmare—the flames, the pain, the unbearable grief that had consumed him.

But as his eye adjusted to the dim light of the chamber, he realized that it had all been just a dream. Vaelys lay sleeping peacefully beside him, her chest rising and falling in the steady rhythm of slumber. Relief flooded through him like a tidal wave, washing away the lingering echoes of his nightmare.

He reached out to touch her, his fingers trembling with emotion as he traced the curve of her cheek, the softness of her hair. She stirred at his touch, her eyes fluttering open as she gazed up at him with sleepy confusion.

"Aemond?" she murmured, her voice still heavy with sleep.

He smiled down at her, his heart overflowing with gratitude for the simple miracle of her presence. "It's nothing, my love," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Just a bad dream."

And as he held her close, Aemond vowed to cherish every moment they had together, knowing now more than ever that their love was precious and fragile, a gift to be treasured above all else. In the warmth of her embrace, he found solace from the darkness that had threatened to consume him.

Aemond sat quietly in the corner of the chamber, his gaze fixed on Vaelys as she cradled their newborn daughter in her arms. He watched with a mixture of awe and tenderness as she gently fed the baby, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes filled with love.

Their other children, Sovia, Daevyn, and Aemon, sat on the floor nearby, playing together with laughter and chatter filling the room. Aemond couldn't help but smile at the sight of them, their innocence and joy a welcome respite from the darkness that had threatened to consume him.

But his attention never strayed far from Vaelys, who still bore the lingering effects of her near-death experience during childbirth. She was pale and frail, her strength depleted from the ordeal she had endured, but her spirit remained unbroken, her love for their children shining bright in her eyes.

Aemond felt a surge of protectiveness wash over him as he kept a watchful eye on her, his heart filled with a fierce determination to keep her safe from harm. He knew that she was still recovering, still vulnerable, and he would do whatever it took to ensure her well-being.

As the Maesters conducted a thorough examination of Vaelys, their expressions grave as they discussed her condition in hushed tones. After what felt like an eternity, they turned to her with sombre expressions, delivering their verdict.

"You are healing remarkably well, Princess” one of the Maesters began, his voice gentle but firm. "However, given the severity of your recent ordeal, we must advise against any further pregnancies. Your body has endured a great deal of strain, and it would not be safe for you to risk another childbirth."

Vaelys felt a lump form in her throat at the Maesters' words, her heart sinking at the realization that she would never bear another child. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she struggled to come to terms with the news.

Tears streamed down Vaelys' cheeks as she buried her face in Aemond's chest, her sobs echoing through the chamber. The weight of the Maesters words hung heavy on her heart, their verdict a painful reminder of her own limitations.

"I'm sorry," she whispered brokenly, her voice muffled against his chest. "I'm so sorry, Aemond. I can't give you any more children."

Aemond held her close, his arms a comforting embrace as he gently stroked her hair, his heart aching at the sight of her pain. "Shh, my love," he murmured, his voice tender and reassuring.

But Vaelys shook her head, her tears continuing to flow unabated. "But I'm-your wife, I’m-," she choked out between sobs. "-I'm supposed to give you as many children as you desire”.

Aemond cupped her face in his hands, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Vaelys, listen to me," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "You are so much more than just a vessel for bearing my children. You are my wife, my soulmate, and as a mother, you are nothing short of extraordinary."

“B-But-“ sniffed Vaelys.

"We already have four beautiful children," he reminded her gently. "Our family is complete as it is. We have Sovia, Daevyn, Aemon, and now little Rekara. That's more than enough for any man to ask for."

Vaelys nodded, her heart heavy with sadness but also with gratitude for the family they had built together. She knew that Aemond was right—that their children were a blessing beyond measure, and she would cherish every moment they shared together, no matter what the future held.

As Vaelys soared through the sky atop Vermithor, her heart felt lighter than it had in weeks. The wind whipped through her hair, the rush of air against her face a welcome distraction from the weight of her worries. Beneath her, Vermithor's powerful wings beat rhythmically, carrying them higher and higher into the endless expanse of blue.

Together, they soared through the clouds, their bond unbreakable, their spirits intertwined as one. Vaelys felt a sense of freedom unlike anything she had ever known, a liberation from the constraints of her own thoughts and fears. With Vermithor by her side, she was invincible, capable of facing whatever challenges lay ahead.

As they glided effortlessly through the sky, Vaelys closed her eyes and let herself be swept away by the sheer exhilaration of flight. The world fell away beneath her, replaced by the vastness of the heavens stretching out in every direction.

As Vaelys soared through the sky on Vermithor, a thrill shot through her at the familiar sound of another dragon's roar. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked up to see Vhagar descending from the clouds, Aemond astride her mighty back. A smile spread across Vaelys' face as their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them.

With a graceful arc, Vhagar joined Vermithor in the sky, the two dragons flying side by side as though they were dancing among the clouds.

But they were not alone. Soon, they were joined by Helaena on Dreamfyre, and Daeron on Tessarion. The four of them flying together, was truly a sight to behold.

As they soared higher and higher, Vaelys felt a sense of unity wash over her, a feeling of camaraderie and belonging that filled her with warmth.

As the dragons descended from the sky and touched down in the courtyard of Dragonstone, the excitement in the air was palpable. Sovia came running out, her face lit up with joy as she called out to her parents.

"Mama! Daddy!" she exclaimed, her voice echoing with excitement. "You have to come see! Kara's dragon egg has hatched!"

Vaelys and Aemond exchanged a glance, their hearts pounding with anticipation as they followed Sovia back to their chambers. When they entered, they were greeted by the sight of their daughter, Rekara, fast asleep in her crib.

But it was the tiny dragon hatchling curled up next to her that stole their breath away. Its scales shimmered in the soft light of the room; its eyes closed in peaceful slumber as it nuzzled against Rekara's side.

Vaelys felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as she looked upon the sight before her. It was a moment of pure magic, a testament to the bond between dragon and rider.

Aemond's hand found hers, his touch warm and reassuring as they watched their daughter and her dragon hatchling with awe.

Vaelys stood in front of the mirror in her chambers, her gaze lingering on her reflection with a mixture of apprehension and self-doubt. Her body had changed since giving birth to their fourth child, and she couldn't help but feel self-conscious of her body.

Lost in her thoughts, Vaelys jumped when she heard the door to her chambers creak open behind her. She turned to see Aemond entering the room, his expression curious as he took in the sight of her standing there.

"Vaelys, my love, is everything alright?" Aemond asked, his brow furrowing with concern.

Quickly, Vaelys moved to cover herself, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Oh, Aemond, I didn't hear you come in," she stammered, her voice tinged with unease.

Aemond's confusion deepened as he watched her, his eye searching her face for answers. "Why are you hiding, Vaelys? What's wrong?"

Unable to meet his gaze, Vaelys felt a lump form in her throat as she struggled to find the words to explain. "I-I just-I'm not as-as I used to be," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Since giving birth, my body-it's changed, and I'm afraid-I'm afraid you won't find me attractive anymore."

Aemond's eye softened with understanding as he approached her.

"Vaelys, look at me," he said, his voice tender and reassuring. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, inside and out. Your body may have changed, but that doesn't change how I feel about you. I love you, Vaelys, more than words can express."

“I-I just don’t-“ muttered Vaelys and Aemond reached out for her.

Aemond held Vaelys close, his arms wrapped protectively around her as he whispered softly in her ear. "Let me show you how much I love you," he murmured, his voice filled with warmth and tenderness.

With gentle hands, he brushed away the strands of hair that clung to her tear-streaked cheeks, his touch soft and comforting. He leaned in closer, his lips finding hers in a tender kiss filled with love and devotion.

His hands removing her silken robe, letting it slip to the floor, leaving her bare before him.

"Sīr gevie," he murmured, his gaze lingering on her with a tenderness that made her heart flutter (So beautiful).

Vaelys felt a blush creep into her cheeks as she met his gaze, her eyes shining with emotion.

With a gentle touch, Aemond brushed a stray strand of silver hair from her face, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek with reverence. "Every time I look at you, I am reminded of just how lucky I am to have you by my side,"

“Aemond” whispered Vaelys as she leaned into his touch.

“Issa ābrazȳrys, issa jorrāelagon, ñuhon” growled Aemond his cock begining to grow hard in his breeches (My wife, my love, mine).

“Issa valzȳrys, issa nēdenka gēlenka zaldrīzes” replied Vaelys (My husband, my fierce silver dragon).

“Issa dāria, let me worship at your throne” said Aemond as he took hold of Vaelys’ legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed (My Queen).

“Ooo A-Aemond” exclaimed Vaelys.

“Such a pretty cunny " breathed Aemond spitting on her pussy before he ran the flat of his tongue up Vaelys’ soaked slit, from bottom to the top, tasting her.

“Oh, my god” moaned Vaelys her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“That’s it my sweet. Let me hear you”. 

“YES! It feels so good. Don’t stop. Aemond. Please” begged Vaelys.

"Delicious" purred Aemond as he began lapping at Vaelys, running his tongue along every fold.

"More" panted Vaelys. "Please. I need more”.

Aemond inserted two fingers, sliding them in and out of her slick wet folds.

“Oh, fuck" whimpered Vaelys; her chest heaving.

 Aemond’s fingers were soaking wet as they continued to pump in and out of her tight heat.

“I can’t wait to get my cock inside you. I don’t want to wait any longer, come for me” moaned Aemond.

Gods his cock was so hard, it was almost painful.

Finally, he felt Vaelys’ inner walls start to flutter around his fingers, squeezing them. Her back arched taut as a bow, and she screamed her release.

Aemond pumped slowly and lapped at his wife whilst she came.

Soon her tense body went slack and pliant, her chest heaving with every breath.

Aemond slowly moved up Vaelys’ body, pressing kisses to her soft body as he went, until he reached his desired destination.

“Aemond-Issa dārys, issa zaldrīzes” whispered Vaelys as she writhed against him (My King, my dragon).

Aemond looked at Vaelys and smirked before he bent down to lick her nipples, he couldn’t contain his excitement as he went back and forth between his wife’s wonderful, enlarged breasts that nourished their daughter.

“Oh” muttered Vaelys as she flung her arms over her face in embarrassment, as pearly white liquid began to leak from her breasts, running down her body in rivulets.

“Do not feel embarrassed my love” whispered Aemond.

Aemond ran his tongue over the milk that had dripped from his wife’s rosy nipples and delighted in the sweetened taste.

“Hmmm” moaned Aemond as he continued to lick and suck his wife’s breasts.

“A-Aemond” gasped Vaelys.

“Surely you would not deprive me wife. Your mother’s milk tastes delicious” muttered Aemond softly.

“I need you” exclaimed Vaelys.

Aemond couldn't wait any longer. He surged forward and ploughed his hard cock into Vaelys’ soaked cunt.

"AEMOND!" shouted Vaelys, her eyes popping open from her post-orgasm haze.

"You feel so good" rasped Aemond.

"Fuck me, Aemond" urged Vaelys, her tone bordering on desperate as she thrust her hips upward towards his.

Aemond chuckled and bit down lightly on a nipple, making Vaelys moan and squirm.

He started to thrust slowly, trying to prolong the feel of his wife squeezing his cock.

"Faster, Aemond" begged Vaelys.

"Patience, Issa dōna mēre. This is our first time since you birthed our daughter" chided Aemond as he ran his nose up Vaelys’ neck (My sweet one).

“Yes, Aemond, just like that-" panted Vaelys.

Her hands ran over his arms, over his shoulders, and down his back. Her nimble fingers mapped his back muscles and then went down to his arse and gripped him - pressing him into her harder.

“Gods, Vaelys" grunted Aemond, speeding up slightly.

"Fuck me, Aemond. Fuck me with that big, cock of yours. You feel so good inside me. Make me scream, make me come”.

Aemond knew exactly what Vaelys was doing, but he couldn’t help himself.

Vaelys wanted faster, and he was going much faster now; so much for having the control in the situation. His pace had increased with every filthy word that dropped from his wife’s luscious lips.

Now he was quickly thrusting in and out, shaking the bed, the headboard banging against the wall.

Aemond lifted Vaelys’ legs onto his shoulders and wrapped his arms around her thighs, squeezing them together as he thrust his cock into her soaking wet pussy.

Vaelys folded her arms above her head as she moved her hips, meeting Aemond thrust for thrust.

“Aemond! I’m going to come. Oh, fuck!” screamed Vaelys.

“That’s it baby-come for me. Māzigon syt aōha dārys” exclaimed Aemond as he felt her clenching on his cock (Come for your King).

Vaelys always looked amazing when she came. Her head thrown back in pleasure, her eyes alive with lust, and her pale skin shining with sweat.

Aemond could feel the tension in his abdomen, but he didn’t want to come. Not yet.

Not even waiting for her orgasm to fully subside, Aemond moved Vaelys’ legs off his shoulders and manoeuvred her onto all fours, she whimpered as his cock slipped out, but he bent forward to press a series of kisses to her glorious arse, his hands kneading the soft pale flesh.

“P-Please Aemond” whispered Vaelys, her voice slightly muffled as she pressed her face into the mattress.

Aemond took his cock in hand and sheathed himself inside Vaelys once again, his eye rolling into the back of his head.

Vaelys arched her back and screamed as Aemond pounded into her, the sound of his hips slapping against hers echoed around the room.

“Fuck. Vaelys-that’s it” moaned Aemond.

He took hold of Vaelys hair, twisting his fingers in the silky strands before he pulled her backwards, her sweaty back colliding with his chest.

Aemond held Vaelys tight too him as he fucked her, his cock reaching deep inside her.

“Give it to me” pleaded Vaelys her head lolling back onto Aemond’s shoulder.

Aemond could feel the tension building in his abdomen again, as he thrust his cock inside Vaelys.

“I want you to come on my cock again, but not like this-” muttered Aemond as he once again withdrew from his wife’s wet heat and propped himself up against the headboard.

“-Aemond” exclaimed Vaelys breathlessly.

“Ride me baby” replied Aemond as he pulled Vaelys on top of him.

His hand moving to his cock, rubbing it along her folds before she sunk down and completely engulfed him.

“Oh” gasped Vaelys as she rolled her hips against Aemonds.

“That’s it baby, take it. Take all of me”.

Aemond placed his hands on Vaelys’ hips and marvelled at his wife as she rode him.

Vaelys dug her nails into Aemond’s chest as she moved her hips against his, his cock hitting the sweet spot inside her perfectly.

“A-Aemond” moaned Vaelys as he moved his hand to her breasts and once again took one of her nipples into his mouth, his teeth gently grazing the rosy bud.

“Let go baby, I can feel you clenching around me” exclaimed Aemond, as he moved to the other breast and lavished it with the same attention as the other.

“AEMOND” screamed Vaelys her vision going white as she came around his cock.

Her husband threw her back onto the bed his cock never leaving her warmth as he pounded into her, her legs wrapped around his waist, trapping his body against hers as he chased his own end.

“God. Vaelys” groaned Aemond as he exploded. His cock throbbing and twitching as he finally spilled his seed, collapsing on top of his wife, breathing hard.

It took a good while for Aemond to regain his senses.

Meanwhile his wife was laid underneath him completely blissed out. Her heart pounding in her chest.

As the tender moment between Aemond and Vaelys lingered, a soft knock echoed through the chamber, drawing their attention.

“Just a moment-“ muttered Aemond as he slowly pulled his softened cock from his wife.

“Aemond” hissed Vaelys as she bunched the sheets around her naked body.

After quickly pulling on his robe, Aemond opened the door to find Ceci standing there, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She held out a cup of moontea, her expression sheepish.

"I thought the Princess would be in need of this," Ceci said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Aemond's gaze softened as he took the cup from her, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. He could tell by Ceci's demeanour that she had overheard their intimate moment, but instead of feeling embarrassed, he felt a strange sense of pride.

"Thank you, Ceci," he said, his voice gentle. "We appreciate it."

As he turned to bring the cup to Vaelys, he couldn't help but feel a sudden surge of arousal as she sat up and the sheets slipped from her body revealing her breasts.

Vaelys took the cup from Aemond with a grateful smile, although her expression soured slightly as she caught a whiff of the foul-smelling concoction. With a grimace, she took a sip, forcing herself to swallow the bitter liquid.

“Mayhaps we should request more moontea-“ muttered Aemond as he removed his robe.

“Why-OH?” gasped Vaelys as she stared at her husband’s half hard cock.

“I seem to have developed quite the appetite-” whispered Aemond as he lowered himself onto the bed and crawled towards Vaelys, his hungry gaze fixed upon her like a predator upon its prey.

“-Then allow me to thoroughly satisfy your hunger” muttered Vaelys as she ran her hands through Aemonds long silver hair and pulled him on top of her.

[sulfies]

Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths fits Ezio so much... Its in my "Desmond" playlist and while it does fit Des... İt fits Ezio so much better and almost fallows the games acts

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Achilles, Achilles, Achilles, come down

Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?

You're scaring us and all of us, some of us love you

Achilles, it's not much but there's proof

You crazy-assed cosmonaut, remember your virtue

Redemption lies plainly in truth

Just humor us, Achilles, Achilles, come down

Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?

^ Ezio's family is talking to him, can imagine his mom for this part almost. Maybe they are all alive at the moment and its about a random time when Ezio gave them a scare, maybe its the night of the day Ezio climbed the tower to where his father was held... Maybe its a day after everything

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Achilles, Achilles, Achilles, come down

Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?

The self is not so weightless, nor whole and unbroken

Remember the pact of our youth

Where you go, I'm going, so jump and I'm jumping

Since there is no me without you

Soldier on, Achilles, Achilles, come down

Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?

^ 100% Federico's part but probobly would also fit for the siblings all-togather. They def made hunderets of stupid pacts in their youths, one was probobly something like this where Ezio didnt understand the gravity of it as a kid while Federico did and was 100% serious...(Sadly i imagine it as his ghost trying to knock though love to his brothers head)

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Loathe the way they light candles in Rome

But love the sweet air of the votives

Hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone

Engage with the pain as a motive

Today, of all days, see

How the most dangerous thing is to love

How you will heal and you'll rise above

^ Can see this as other characters giving a push to Ezio when he starts his Assassin training or bringing in the Brotherhood togather, he is learning to grieve as he improves. He is trying to not suffer alone, learning and finding about connections he has like the song says but there is too many responsibilities on his shoulders. Could also be about the love and broken heart he leaves behind in his youth with Cristina...

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Achilles, Achilles, Achilles, jump now

You are absent of cause or excuse

So self-indulgent and self-referential

No audience could ever want you

You crave the applause yet hate the attention

Then miss it, your act is a ruse

It is empty, Achilles, so end it all now

It's a pointless resistance for you

^Ezio talking to himself after the fall of Monteriggioni in Brotherhood probobly... He built it nearly all back but lost it all, which would def make one feel empty. He most likely just wants his fathers hug and a "you did us proud". But the things he does comes with a worldwide bounty on his head instead of the applouse so ofc he would hate "the attention".

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Achilles, Achilles, just put down the bottle

Don't listen to what you've consumed

It's chaos, confusion and wholly unworthy

Of feeding and it's wholly untrue

You may feel no purpose nor a point for existing

It's all just conjecture and gloom

And there may not be meaning, so find one and seize it

Do not waste yourself on this roof

Hear those bells ring deep in the soul

Chiming away for a moment

Feel your breath course frankly below

And see life as a worthy opponent

Today, of all days, see

How the most dangerous thing is to love

How you will heal and you'll rise above

Crowned by an overture bold and beyond

Ah, it's more courageous to overcome

^ Leonardo. I feel like this bit is definetly Leonardo shaking his Ezio awake bc he would hate to loose him. "Find one and Seize it" is such a Leo way to motivate Ezio and it would work... I can imagine a scene happening where Drunk/Tipsy Ezio spills too much feeligs, so much that it gets dark and Leo grasps his hands in his own and just says all of this...

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You want the acclaim, the mother of mothers (it's not worth it, Achilles)

More poignant than fame or the taste of another (don't listen, Achilles)

But be real and just jump, you dense motherfucker (you're worth more, Achilles)

You will not be more than a rat in the gutter (so much more than a rat)

You want my opinion, my opinion you've got (no one asked your opinion)

You asked for my counsel, I gave you my thoughts (no one asked for your thoughts)

Be done with this now and jump off the roof (be done with this now and get off the roof)

Can you hear me, Achilles? I'm talking to you

I'm talking to you

I'm talking to you

I'm talking to you

Achilles, come down

Achilles, come down

^ We could say Its Leo trying to save Ezio again but I think, imagining this as Desmond and Juno/Minerva is more fun. More than thinking this as Juno wanting Ezio to die, I think its more in "Im not talking to you but thru you, you are unimportant" kind of way Minerva acted towards him when they "met". Its the "end your story cmoon" attitute all the ancient ones display because they see humans are rats/below them... Ezio tried to ask the "gods" for guidence. Quickly learned that They dont care about him, only Desmond.

But Desmond cares about him and desperetly wants to be heard back and tell him how it was not all for nothing and that he is worth so much...

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Throw yourself into the unknown

With pace and a fury defiant

Clothe yourself in beauty untold

And see life as a means to a triumph

Today, of all days, see

How the most dangerous thing is to love

How you will heal and you'll rise above

Crowned by an overture bold and beyond

Ah, it's more courageous to overcome

^ Ezio talking to himself at the end of it all, after revelations. Giving himself the permission to love and rest/stop and not find the next big thing he must fight with. He doesnt know if all will end well but "its more courageus to overcome"

[pixlpxie]

who do you think in ateez is into turning their innocent fans out 🫣 u were just coming to enjoy the concert and now ur a literal fucking cocksleeve🙏

I really can't think of anyone else but mingi when it comes to shit like this i mean 😭😭 atp i might be biased idek bc hes always the first person that pops into my head 😔 im voting for wooyoung too they even might have 3somes togather lmao 💀 maybe but just maybe yeosang and seonghwa too, these bitches look like they're all cute and shit but honestly no if you catch their attention theyll rail you after the show

[stilljuststardust]

Dp you believe in karma?

My manifestation journey was pretty stable but today morning I was scrolling and a reel pop up and she says that - u shouldn't manifest a lot of things togather, u shouldn't manifest a sp (what if he was not in your destiny, if he is in your destiny he will come to to no matter what! )It creates karma ! I'm exhausted,

You are not a pawn on the chessboard of the universe you ARE the universe experiencing itself.

Don't become a passive participant in your life because someone told you to.

Me personally I don't believe in karma outside of the fact that I have set the assumption that those who cause harm to others will receive consequences, but that is a personal manifestation.

Manifesting a specific person is not some form of mind control or love spell, you are just selecting an experience and a future for yourself with that person through the way that you think about them. You aren't manipulating their energy or something like that you're just selecting a new version of your reality in which you are closer.

Manifestation is not something you turn on and off, it is your nature it is how everything works you do not start or stop manifesting you manifest all the time.

To manifest a person the only thing you are doing is changing the way that you see them and the way that you view your relationship to them and then your reality changes to fit that. You just start thinking of them as if they already love you.

This concept is recognized even outside of Loa in something in psychology known as the self-fulfilling prophecy, you treat someone as if they are going to cheat on you and then they are going to cheat on you, you treat someone as if you are their best friend and you are their best friend, you treat someone as if they'll never amount to anything they will get discouraged and stop trying to amount to something.

Do I think that this is just Loa in action? yes. but it is also something that is recognized outside of the community.

It is not immoral or greedy to want love. It isn't shallow or wrong, love is a human need.

In law of assumption you are not altering the 3D you are creating it, your destiny is not set out for you it is something you are creating for yourself.

And even then who's to say that learning to manifestation isn't part of your destiny?

Why is who is and isn't meant for you up to user amethystenergybeacon444 on TikTok?

The only difference between an SP that you manifested and an SP that you didn't is that you weren't conscious of the fact that you were manifesting the other one.

For instance, did I consciously choose to manifest my boyfriend? No, not once. But I still did because I assumed that he would love me, I never even considered the alternative thus applying the law unconsciously.

The only limits are the ones that you set for yourself

[callsign-rogueone]

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/callsign-rogueone/746157861837668352

3, 12, or 17 for ridoc and sweetheart? :)

hiiii thanks for the ask! I miss those kids. they’re definitely an underrated fave of mine and I need to work on their storyline more — that date in town is coming up, though! and of course, all that drama in iron flame 👀

3. What would they never want to change about the other one?

I don’t think they would really want to change anything about the other at all. but for things they would never ever ever want to change about the other: their personalities.

sweetheart may have done some eye-rolling and had some choice words about all Ridoc’s joking at first, but she not-so-secretly loves it. that, and his confidence, and (being completely honest, his looks too) were what sealed the deal for her.

we all know Ridoc was in love at first sight watching her beat up Jack Barlowe, but what really did him in was that smile she gave him when he handed her the knife. he loves everything about her, but especially that perpetual straight-faced look and serious personality, because he knows that he’s one of very few people that can make her truly laugh and smile.

12. How much time per day/week/month do they spend togather?

from where we left them, they’re in different squads, and still in the early stage of their relationship (not official yet). so while they both have all the same first-year classes, they aren’t always together in them. I can see them spending more time together as things progress, and her getting pulled into shenanigans with Violet and the gang, but for now, she’s mostly chilling with the marked ones in her free time or spending it alone studying or working on her illusions.

17. How good are they at communicating their needs and preferences to the other?

I can see it getting better as time goes on, but this is mostly an issue for sweetheart. like angel, she’s quiet and somewhat withdrawn, and doesn’t really speak up for herself often. it was a big deal for her to ask Ridoc to stay with her after her panic attack in snow on the beach, but he was absolutely willing to, and agreed without hesitation.

but that (plus some of his actions in the future) is showing her that it’s okay to ask for things like that, and that she’s not a burden and that he’s happy to take care of his pretty girl, she just has to let him 🥺

love them sm ❄️🦋🥰

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HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! IT'S OFFICIALLY 2025 HERE IN THE UK!!!!

I just want to thank you all for making 2024 so much more meaningful for me. I have love getting back into rping here again on tumblr I've met some amazing new people since getting into writing alastor and I just want to take a moment to talk about a few amazing people who honestly make my day better when rping and when not

@the-al-pals- sunny my dearest friend i feel like i can talk to you about anything and everything without judgement. You are amazing and so talented and I love what we have built togather with our al's. I can't wait for more hang outside where we watch movies and game plays. Honestly just tha know you for being you.

@demonsdealings - My Rp wife. Madi you honestly don't know how much of different you've made in my life I met you when I was at real low point and you came in and made me smile again and laugh an di love our little radiostatic ship your wiring Inspires me everytime. I'm so glad to call you my friend and to get to chat with you out of this hellsite. I'm so proud of you for everything you have going on at the moment.

@spidersins - Leona!!! I adore you and your angel so damn much your always there for me when I need a pick me up i love what we have plotted together and hopefully this year i can come visit you in person and give you the biggest hug ever and hopefully bring you along to comic con for the frist time!!!

@rradiio - Arcane I love how we can talk about anything and make jokes with each other honstley you brighten me days so damn much. I love what we have going on in our rps. I also love when you send me your art work and help me with little thing here and there like my icons the other day.

@voxiiferous - My darling Bug. You were one of the first people I ever interactive with when I first started rping alastor and since day one you have just been amazing and so kind and funny and I feel like we can talk anything and everything. I adore our media husbands and everything we have planned for them. I so excited that your back to writing vox again because it hasn't felt the same to me without you.

Know that I love all my mutals and I so excited for this new year and getting ti explore alastor character more and hopefully getting to know you all a little better and getting more plots and writing started.

Mutals to note who who mean the world to me

@toxitrosia @hells-greatestdad @gamblins @voxtek-time @hazbinned

You are all amazing, thank you for sticking around and big warm welcome to my newest followers.

All the best for the new years and all my undying love and support

Chaos 🖤

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[ENG SUB] Bojan Cvjetićanin: I know that we will cry our eyes out. And I'm really looking forward to those tears

Original article from Slovenske Novice Si

Translation credit: @moonlvster

Bojan Cvjetićanin: I know that we will cry our eyes out. And I'm really looking forward to those tears

Just before the highly anticipated concert in Ljubljana's Stožice Arena, we talked to Joker Out's singer, who told us about the band's plans for the future. First, they're going on vacation, and they're even all going together.

At the time of our chat, there are two days separating you from the concert in Stožice, how are you feeling?

We announced the Stožice concert quite a while ago, everyone was asking us if we were a little crazy, even we sometimes asked ourselves if we were completely sane in the meantime. But after a year, we are now in the final stretch, and we can't wait, because we don't have the nerves to wait anymore. If it dragged on for another week or so, one of us would explode. We can't wait to get on stage, we really need it by now.

What do you expect to feel after such a big concert? It can probably kind of drain a person?

When the concert was announced, we didn't imagine that in one year we'd be at the point where we are today. A lot of things happened in this year, and for us, this concert marks the end of one era and the official start of a new, even more important one. Based on the experience from Cvetličarna and Križanke, I know that we will cry our eyes out as soon as we get to the changing room. I really look forward to these tears because I haven't cried in a while. The crying will probably last a while and we'll let a lot of things out. I wouldn't say that we'll feel empty. Two days after the concert, we're going on holiday together, and that's where we'll be able to talk and air out everything that has happened to us. After our holiday, we're immediately going on tour again, there won't be a lot of time to think.

It's interesting that you're going on holiday together, do you not need time to have a break from each other?

Everyone we tell reacts the same way you did, they ask us if we're normal. But we have a good time together, we enjoy it, we get on well. Going on holiday togather is natural. We're constantly building a relationship that gets deeper every day, even though it seems like it couldn't be any deeper.

How do you resolve any conflicts that might happen in the band?

Luckily we haven't had any big conflicts so far. We have daily friction, which tends to happen in a group of five creative people, but it probably happens in all teams. Our rule is to speak honestly about all feelings, to prevent any grudges from developing. That way, we resolve everything quickly.

On your website, I looked up the concerts you've announced until the end of the year, a lot of them are abroad. How did you pick the places where you'll play? I understand that venues in the capital cities of former Yugoslavian countries are a natural choice, but how to choose the right venue in, for example, Barcelona?

After the Eurovision Song Contest, we had to really quickly draw up a tour. When we started doing that in June, it was already really late, generally you book venues for the year at the end of the previous year or the start of that year. We responded to invites from all foreign promoters who invited us to have a gig in their cities. Venue availability dictated where we went, we grabbed everything they offered us.

I know that the audience response abroad has been excellent so far, did that surprise you?

We have two tours behind us, UK and Nordic, we were in Great Britain and Scotland, in Norway, Sweden and Finland. We weren't surprised by the good response, but we were surprised by how many people sang in Slovenian. That's pretty hard to get used to.

When we talk about Slovenian musicians breaking out internationally, we quickly come up against language barriers - well, now you're saying that you don't feel that. But still, global success isn't just a question of talent, there's only one Rihanna, but there are plenty of girls who are like her at the start of her career. So what is the key? Luck? Connecting with the right people?

Any kind of success is an accumulation of many links that have to connect into a chain. Hard work, knowledge, talent, a huge amount of luck, being in the right place. I'm not really someone who believes in coincidences, but we can say that, as well. And connecting with the right people. From the start of our journey, we've tried to connect with people who wanted to be with us from the beginning because they liked this story, and not because they thought they could get money from it. Well, at the beginning, it was clear to them that there wouldn't be any money for a while. Love within the team and hard work are the key things.

How much of an influence did performing at the Eurovision Song Contest have on your international success? Some might say that young people don't watch the contest, but your performances prove otherwise…

It's true, the Eurovision Song Contest was our catapult. Just the final night was watched live by 62 million people. We're very glad that before the Eurovision Song Contest, we had built a strong enough base in Slovenia and made enough music that a certain percentage of those 62 million who looked up our music online could actually find it there.

I think that it was in 2020 when the songs Vem da greš and Gola were being played. Back then, I said that Joker Out would definitely be the next biggest band here, and I like to brag about that now. Would you say that there was a certain moment when you looked at each other and said: this is it, we've made it?

Right from the beginning, we've considered what we do to be the best thing. Success is a completely subjective thing, but we've truly believed in what we do. We trusted that if the five of us, our producer, and the people closest to us liked something, that meant it worked. We didn't let any outsiders challenge that. As for a specific moment... for me personally, it was our two concerts in Cvetličarna when we released our first album, that was when I saw how big everything that was happening around us was, when you put it all together in one place.

But it's probably not easy if so many people want a piece of you? You've spoken about panic attacks before…

We have a specific profession, the working hours, workplace and working relationships aren't defined. Us performers also constantly feel like we have to be available 24 hours per day. It's important, when the time comes, to learn how to say no as well, and to understand that nothing is more important than your health and well-being. If you don't have that, you can't create either. All professions have their dark sides, that is ours.

Earlier you spoke about entering a new era for Joker Out, what's coming up for you?

I can talk about short-term plans, about next year. We will spend the first half of the year in London, in March we will also have a European tour, we'll spend the summer at festivals, we already know that we will perform at festivals we've been dreaming about all our lives, and we will finish the year with two more tours around countries that we won't have visited in March. So, our new era will be marked by conquering new territories, as well as moving our brains there.

Siddharta is currently celebrating 20 years since the concert at the Bežigrad stadium, where do you think you will celebrate the Stožice concert anniversary in 20 years?

I have no idea, but I certainly hope that we will be as close then as we are now.

I know that most of the Joker Out boys are from Bežigrad, but twenty years ago you were still far from going to concerts, but perhaps you were kicking a ball somewhere around there on the day of the concert?

I was four years old, I know the other guys also weren't old enough to remember that concert. But we have watched it many times on CD.

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Snippet/Fic: The broken off branch

• some rambling rambles I can came up with thinking bout F!Mikey and P!Mikey from Cj’s pov. I didn’t rlly have a thing in mind for this, so my bad if it’s a little all over the place 😂😅 Just figured I might as well put this out there seeing as I ended up writing quite a bit for this anyways 😂

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Life always seemed to find a way to pull the ground out beneath him. Although in hindsight, Cj really should have known better. Logically speaking he knows the apocalypse had left a heavy toll on his family, changed them in ways that would not otherwise have naturally occured. He could see it in the free unrestrained way the youngers would clamber on top of each other, laughing, shouting, shoving, sometimes shaking. But nothing, could quite prepare him for the shift that was Michelangelo.

Master Michelangelo or Uncle Mi, sometimes dad, was the light, the warmth of the resistance, always there to lend a helping hand or be a shoulder to cry on. Able to calm anyone down no matter the heated the argument. Unwavering in his hope and optimism. “Tomorrow can always be a better day” he had said, calm, unhurried as ever, never one to raise his voice (unless you were a certain pair of disaster twins) and always taking great joy to speak in swirling riddles with a wink and a tired but twinkling smile. Privately Cj always thought Uncle Mi just enjoyed watching the confusion on people’s face rather than the riddles itself.

Casey thought he knew him. Thought he would be able to see strands of his Uncle in Mikey. Seeds of behaviour that under certain circumstances Cj could logically see how it blossom into the man he grew up under.

And the ravenette did, edges of the Doctor Feelings that sounded just a little too much like when Uncle Mi had to play mediator between pent up resistance members or stressed out siblings. The unwavering belief that tomorrow could always be a better day. It was all there but it came out wrong. Instead of a clear path he could see, from point a to point b, it was all warped, broken. As if someone had broken their bone and clumsily tried to splint it back togather. Once straight bones now crooked in alignment, it fit, but the roots was now broken and disjointed held together by broken joints where once strong, healthy and naturally branching roots should have been.

The sparking relentless energy Mikey carried as he bounced from one project to another, frantic hand gesturing and all about the murals he couldn’t wait to draw, the food he wanted to make, it all ran completely and utterly contrary to the calm and subtle mischief of his uncle. It seemed that out of everyone, the apocalypse had changed Michelangelo the most. Hacked away a core fundamental part of his being and beat into him a calmness and quietness what was once loud, vivid and booming.

And.. and it broke his heart. Left Cj feeling wrong footed and empty. How could he ever call himself Uncle Mi’s nephew, (much less his son ohgodpushitdown.) if he knew so so little of the man?

Even Leo for all his showboating had a sharp wit, protectiveness and sense of humour that run identical to his sensei. Donnie kept his stiff dramatic abeit much more prideful attitude than his Uncle tello but nevertheless just as loving and April remained a fiercely tenacious, resourceful and steadfast pillar. Frankly, it was more uncanny how little she changed. Even Cassandra, for little as he remembered his mother had remained a relentless, barreling force. Albeit more subdued. And Drax was as no nonsense and reluctantly affectionate as ever, though he was a tad bit better at showing he cares in Cj’s time than the present.

What happened to you? Is this what the Apocalypse would have done to you? Is this what having to raise me had done to you?

(“But you promised you’d come hang out with me today! You promised!”

The greying turtle stares down at the faded ball beside his feet and then to the pile of well-read magazines to the corner. A cloud passes across his face. Dark, considering. He wants, Ancestors, does Mikey want. But his brain feels like mush and his limbs heavy like lead. “I’m so sorry big man.” He smiles quietly at the disappointed 8 year old. His facial muscles already aching from that small exertion alone. “Maybe next time k’ay? Uncle Mi is feeling real tired today.”

The cloud does not dissipate.)

Can you mourn for a version of someone who never existed, has never existed and now will never exist again?

A smaller, much scalier hand reaches out from the corner of his eyes.

“Cj, Ceej? You good? I’ve been calling for you for the past 5 minutes.”

He was? Shit. Jerking upwards, the ravenette tears his eyes away from a wall he didn’t know he was staring at and angles his face towards the turtle hovering by the subway car entrance. Was the-his room (and wasn’t that’s a concept that still took getting used to?) always so dark? Man was he really just sitting in the dark staring off into space for who knows how long until Michelangelo-Mikey found him? Jeezus Talk about embarrassing.

“I’m good. I’m good. I Promise.” Casey nods quickly. “Sorry for spacing out.”

“Are you sure..?” The box turtles eyes dart nervously back and forth from Cj to the floor then to the Cj again. “Can I.. come in?”

Ok, he takes it back. There is one thing Uncle Mi and Mikey were identical in. They both treated him so carefully sometimes. Actually, now that he thinks about it, the whole gang, save Draxum and Cassandra, treats him so carefully sometimes it made him want to scream.

“Ye-es. Mikey.” Casey rolls his eyes annoyed, but still making sure to smile to let the fellow fifteen year old know it was all in good fun.

“Oh. Well Oki-doki then~!” Mikey beams, skipping into the train car. Immediately plopping himself beside the empty space next to Cj and leaning against him. Casey grins in response, welcoming the contact.

“Wait..” The orange turtle’s eyes narrow suspiciously at a corner just a little to the boy’s right. “ARE THOSE MY STICKERS ?!”

A light bubbling sensation tickles his chest. Foreign but not unwelcome. “Are they? I don’t know what you’re talking about ” The teen smirks.

“Case! You can’t keep stealing mine!”

He blows a raspberry.

Mikey lunges forward.

Laughing, Casey dances out the way. “You can’t be mad at me! I’m from the apocalypse!” The human singsongs as he makes a beeline for the exit.

“You can’t keep using that card forever!”

“I can! And I will !”

Maybe it was all wrong. Maybe the war and the apocalypse had dug its fangs into his beloved Uncle and he came out a little more distorted than he would have liked. But here in this space, under the safety of the earth that should have long collapsed before Cj was even born, he watches his uncle sometimes-teacher-sometimes-father, now turned brother chase him through the lair. And thinks maybe just maybe, his uncle would have thought this hacking away worth it, if the world and by extension, Casey himself could continue to have moments like this too.