#deserve the crown from me

[starillusion13]

This picture only remind me of the authors whom I love a lot and want to gift this crown

Come on U guys deserve it

@mint-yooxgi (a god of emotions ,if u read the fics …I bet u can see it unfold right in front of your eyes)

@layzfeelit (TUMBLR always shows her as my crush whenever she posts something and I mean where is the lie tho, MY BESTIE AUTHOR AND BESTIE FICS)

@sanjoongie (she just knows what I need in shots and deliver it to me through stories and I love her, just know SHE IS TAKEN BY ME)

@mybelovedwoo (am loving her new series ,am just so excited for its future unfold,her woo shots r cool as well)

@senpai-of-doom (aaaaahhhhh The fics will always keep u on edge and makes me want to read the next chapters soon…REALLY Good fics)

@vvshere (I JUST WANT TO SAY I LOVE THE FIC AND THE AUTHOR MORE)

@harmonie-writes (the pirate fic is toooooooo good and am looking forward for update)

@oreharuuu (the fics r too demonic and I LOVE DEMONS so I recommend my bestie to all)

@mangishii(ur fics make me too emotional and u have to take responsibility)

@hwaightme(I recently started to read all the fics n am loving them)

@shadowynn(SHOULD I SAY ANYTHING ABOUT THE SERIES COZ WAIT they r too good and I need updates)

@mayaflowerxs (I only read NCT AFFAIRS AND AM HOOKED UP….I’ll start reading other fics of yours)

@justhere4kpop (we can gossip shits whole day without any break but her fics r sooooo niceyyy)

@mymoodwriting ( WELL how did I not mention her??? Oh we share a lot of groups in common and so she write some best fics to feed my appetite and our daily lore discussion, oh please don’t want to lose u)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

End of Empathy (time for violence)

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[sysig]

Just keep getting back up (Patreon)

[wingedaches]

assassin's apprentice // royal assassin // fool's quest

[herenvibing]

cr3 is gonna end and the pc’s still feel like the same people to me :|

(crcritical content in the tags feel free to skip)

[fuck-kirk]

*takes king Orrin away from Christopher Paolini* it’s okay…..he just doesn’t understand you like I do

[wcvensouls]

who said a famous actor couldn't fill their social media accounts with mostly posts about their handsome future husband? perhaps bin taesoo's manager might have tried, but he was never really good at listening — featuring @sunchases and their whirlwind cinematic romance .

[biopsssihozz]

just finished trile crowning my bby i love him so much he is so precious

celebratory artt

[allyriadayne]

If Rhaenyra had accepted the Green's terms do you think peace is sustainable or would it have just delayed the inevitable war?

IF rhaenyra accepts the green's terms it would be delaying the inevitable. she might accept to keep the realm united for the coming long night and to keep her family safe, but many if not ALL of her supporters would not agree at all. beginning with daemon, the lords, and even jace if we take the deleted scene as canon. i don't think there would be conflict right away, daemon would not attack without rhaenyra's leave knowing their sons might be in danger.

i mean, i do think daemon is capable on going on a suicide mission to rescue baby aegon and viserys, but the cost might be too high. i'm not discarding any attempts at rescue though because that's actually the only thing that stays rhaenyra's hand AND daemon's, but this issue might turn contentious between the two and eventually split them under the pressure. which would mean that daemon has even less direction and support (murder suicide good ending). daemon IS the wildcard in this but predictable enough to know that his motivations, more than a crown for rhaenyra is to have their family again.

if none of this works and daemon doesn't manage to rescue the kids and rouse rhaenyra once again, the war is delayed to the next generation. we saw jace was not happy about rhaenyra's decision to be lenient with otto and to even think about accepting the green's peace terms. he would not act against her, he would want to please her more than anything, but the loss of status is a very dear one. from prince to mere lord of a nothing island. his mother lowered, joffrey left to claim what he can and his younger brothers hostages (luke, as always is pretty fine). and not only that, but feeling completely humiliated by people who were never ratified as heirs by the previous king.

i do think there could be something that jace might do in this situation, esp if there is support from the thwarted lords and daemon. methinks jace would not be so easily swayed back to claim the crown, but i do think it would be masked first as a rescue mission and then well... we don't have anything to hold us back why don't we invade? rhaenyra has the better claim yadda yadda and every piece of ideological justification. this i think might wait until rhaenyra's death (again, jace would not displease her in this way, she's his mom and lady) and that could mean and older more experienced jace or his children with baela. all this if aegon/alicent/otto/the council has not decided to eliminate the rest of the claimants quietly now that they hold the key.

[saetoru]

my baby is complete

[thecityofdoors]

if raphael had the sense to offer me Emperor Gossip Hour whenever i wanted then maybe i would have taken his deal

[bunny-ears-and-bearpaws]

So my piece of shit racist, transphobic homophobic, abelist, abusive ass mother got married. And she thinks she's a viking. Please make fun of her

Like, its giving:

[giantkillerjack]

The artist that made a real-life Dorian-Gray-ass painting and convinced the actual King of England and his cronies that it was a good portrait they should show to the world is now the funniest person alive.

They really got Charles to purposely release a picture of his own green-tinged face floating in a fetid ocean of the blood spilt by the British Empire and giving a weak smile of Imperialist reassurance - they really did that! This is a performance piece!!

I swear Charles III's regnal portrait looks like something out of one of those edgy urban fantasy RPGs from the 1990s where you play as, like, evil gods or whatever. You'd be thumbing through the character creation chapter and happen upon a writeup of a splat called "the World-Breakers" or some shit, and on the facing page you'd see this:

[casuallyanidiot]

Yandere knight who wants you instead of the princess.

Dead dove Do not Eat Tw. For noncon, MDNI, Fem pov

Yandere knight who has been training in the palace for a very long time. It's an honor for a commoner like him to even set foot into the castle walls, so he works earnestly.

Yandere knight who's been catching glimpses of not only the lovely princess throughout the years, but her handmaidens as well. You're a daughter of a somewhat lesser noble house, and therefore you have essentially been given to the royal family until you're eventually married off to another courtier.

But of all the noble ladies, who often ignore him, he finds you to be the most approachable and kind to him and the other squires. He's developed a bit of a crush on you over the years, and he eventually found it in himself to express his feelings. They were innocent and pure then, and he stood there blushing and awkward waiting for you to accept or deny. He would've taken a no from you. Really, he would have.

But then that pompous bitch got in the way.

The princess had you pulled away by her other attendants before you could answer, and she all but sneered at him.

"My maids are not for common rife like you to sully," she spat, a look of disdain carved on her delicate features.

Yandere knight who was deployed to the battlefront soon after. He spent years in misery knowing it was that royal woman's meddling that had both sent him here and stopped him from knowing how you truly felt.

Yandere knight who carved through foe upon foe with the flash of his sword while thinking of you. He would wipe blood from his face and wonder what it would take to have you. He resolves to become so renowned that he could have you and the respect he deserved all those years ago anyways.

Yandere knight who comes back as the hero of the nation. A parade is thrown for him upon his return, and flowers are thrown at his feet by the masses of people. He is awarded a noble title, a duke (impressive), a territory of land to manage, and the blessing to have the hand of any eligible lady in the land from the king.

The implication was for him to go for the princess, sitting there in a gown befitting of an engagement party. She wasn't the heir to the throne, and having a young, impressionable Duke to have and father a potential crown prince or princess was certainly a draw for her to act so sweet and lovely despite her previous attitudes. He had to use all the will in his body to hide his disdainful glare towards her. Instead, he strode up with a near giddy grin, breezed past the waiting royal, and knelt before you.

"[Name], I shall have you as my wife," He says with a beaming smile. You try to protest, but he's already sweeping you into his arms. The king seems surprised by his choice, but as he stares between Yandere Knight, lovestruck and beaming, and you, squirming and utterly shocked, he realizes that he cannot simply go back on his word. The king waves his hand, and your fate is sealed.

Yandere knight feels bad for not giving you a proper wedding. In fact, he feels bad about not taking you to your new home before he's pulling up your skirts. He's a dog, he knows, but you're just so tempting now that you're all his. He shoving you down onto the plush upholstery of the carriage seats, and you let out a startled cry.

Yandere knight who cannot claim he's chivalrous. He wishes he could, but he loves the way your breasts look pushed up so tightly in the laced bodice of yours. He lets out a groan, petting your hair and shushing you as you whimper under his wandering touch. Button after button becomes undone.

"Love, you'll never wear such stifling clothing again. You hear me? All robes and lace from now on. None of this nonsense," He murmurs into your skin. He pulled your corset and chemise from your body, and he pressed fervent kisses to the crook of your neck. He grasps at your breasts, kneading them experimentally. He's had time to experience women on the battlefield. A fling or two in some field on the outskirts of a freshly liberated village. He would think of you the whole time and imagine what he was latching his lips around the stiff peak of your nipple while a random girl cried out underneath him. But this was real. Your warmth beneath his much heavier form was on of the most beautiful feeling he had ever had the pleasure of witnessing.

He parted your legs, and he could feel you shy away from him. He laughed. As if you had a choice. He knew you would love him eventually, but for now you can't blame him for how ravenous he was as he felt between your shaking, parted legs. He smirked as his lips met yours. His fingers slid against your folds, gathering slick arousal on his digits with a curious hum. He grinds his thumb against your clit as he slowly pushes his way into your warm, spongy walls.

"Oh? Is it good there? Or here? Where, love? You gotta use your words," He teases and licks the tears rolling down your cheeks, peppering your soft skin with kisses. He feels you pulse and stretch around his hand, and he relishes the way your back arches when he curls his fingers just right against that sweet little spot. Desperate noises tumble out of you, and he smiles.

He pulls his fingers out, and you cry out at the sudden sensation. Your chest is heaving with small moans, and your pretty pussy is drooling onto the carriage cushions. He pushes your legs up to your chest for a better grip, and his shudders at the way your twitching feels against the head of his cock.

Yandere knight knows that, as he thrusts into you, he's going to enjoy the luxury of finally having you both under his body and under his control.

[sunni-stuff]

Everything changed when that pregnancy test read positive.

The day you fumbled into his office, bearing what you thought to be bad news, John's excited face threw you for a loop.

Wasn't he supposed to be upset? Tell you that he didn't want to have a kid with someone he didn't fully care about? Why was he crying? Why did he embrace you so tenderly?

"I'll be there for both of you, Dovie," Price reassures in the nook of your neck, arms caging you against his chest.

Take care of both of you.

Both?

"M-Mr. Price, with all due respect—"

Price cuts off your protests. He leads you out of his office. His large hand grips your waist more possessively. "Go rest your feet up in the lounge; I'll take care of everything." His lips press to the crown of your head, ushering you away gently at the reception entrance.

You were supposed to have one fun night, not to be locked in for the rest of your lives.

Your days of working at a desk were replaced with John's house. It was far from the bustling base you had grown used to. The space was warm and homey. Bits of memorabilia were scattered about. Medals adorned the walls, and old photos sat on the shelves.

John said you only have one job now: making yourself at home.

There was so much space that you didn't know where to start or even how to start! It's not like there was a plan for having your boss's child! So much was happening so fast it left you overwhelmed, sitting on his couch with nervous hands. "Mr. Price, I'm really not sure about all this; I mean... what we did was a big mistake, right?"

From upstairs, you hear John laugh. He's been up there all morning, fixing the nursery for your child. He wanted to create a special room for them, saying that his kid deserves nothing but the best. Heavy footsteps announce his presence as he closes the distance between you. Calloused fingers grip your chin, forcing you to look into his ocean eyes. "You don't want this?"

His touch has you melting, words dying on your lips as you get lost in those eyes. God, why did he look at you that way? Churning like laundry, your gut writhes. A violent spin cycle grips your innards, knotting and wrenching them mercilessly. "I never—I never said that; I just think we're taking things too fast, don't you?" The half-hearted mumble escapes your lips, unconvincing even to yourself.

John's expression shifts; his eyebrow raises in slight scrutiny. "If you believed that, you wouldn't be here."

He's right.

"I do-"

He cuts in swiftly, voice firm. "You don't."

John's grasp tightens on your chin. He leans in, eyes intense. Your heart races. His lips brush yours. The kiss—chaste yet electric. A moment suspended in time. Emotions flood through you both, unspoken but palpable. "You have me. Whatever you want is yours, all you have to do is say the word."

John waits, poised for your word. His eyes betray a craving—silent, deep, and raw.

He belongs to you. He's all yours.

Your lips purse in a line, lip caught between your teeth.

Anything you want?

"I don't like the color of the nursey..."

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

P1

❥ I wasn't originally gonna do a part 2 but... I really like this one, next fic will be longer, possibly fluff and smut maybe who knows ❥

[theunderthecover]

(hi its the anon from earlier, now clearly not an anon. im sending this before I fold into myself. <3)

Scar has been tempted to fold the towel for the past half hour, no matter how safe and lucrative this scheme is. 

Doing anything in front of a crowd for 5 hours nonstop is a tiring task by itself, but singing on top of that could make the most experienced performer want to keel over.

But, a group of powerful and wealthy adventurers entered the tavern 30 minutes ago, and Grian's eyes narrowed in their direction. It's a look the Aarakocra only has when a bigger fish (a bigger prize) unexpectedly appears on the job. It's a look that leads to some of their biggest catches. So, Scar will sing and entertain the party til they're blackout drunk and his throat dies so Grian can snatch whatever caught his eye. 

The energy in the tavern has long since died down, as most rowdy tavern goers are either off to bed or too tired to be loud anymore. The only thing that fills the room now is quiet chatter, the barkeep's everlasting service, Scar's continued performance. He concludes yet another song and basks in another round of faint applause. 

From the corner of his eye, he can see a faint bird-like footprint appear in a small puddle of cheap alcohol near the extremely drunk targets.

With Grian so close, Scar needs to have an iron grip on the room's attention again despite the itch in his throat and the room's energy being at an all-time low. There are too many drifting eyes that could see something being stolen. 

After staring at the puddle for a moment too long, he gets an idea. 

"You've been a delight tonight, kind folks! It'll be just one more song to wrap up the night." Scar declares to the whole tavern from his stage, "Though I'll be sure to leave you all filled with wonder and awe! As a treat, for being such an Amazin' audience tonight." He finishes the segway with an exaggerated wink, causing some patrons to giggle. 

He casts minor illusions with a flourish, making the sound of soft instruments echo around the room. As a viol begins to play, the quiet conversation amongst patrons lulls as every eye--curious, confused, excited--turns to the stage once more.

Scar's eyes close, and he relaxes as he takes in the music the magic creates. He thinks of the song with intent, pulls upon vivid memories to inspire emotion, and lets the feeling consume every movement. He takes one more breath, then, at the cue, begins to sing with a slightly rough voice.

"In a perfect world… one we’ve never known…” 

The tone is jarringly different from the previous songs of the night.

"We would never need to face the world alone…."

The instrument choice, low soothing energy, a soft romantic sway, and the bard's renewed life- all combined- make a near-perfect hook for everyone within the tavern. 

"They can have the world…" 

All Scar has to do is follow through with the catch and reel in the hook enough to let Grian catch the fish before anyone in the pond suspects a thing.

"We'll create our own."

He opens his eyes slightly, half-lidded to obscure where he looks but wide enough to see one of the wealthy adventurer's satchels be swiped off the table and quickly replaced by an identical copy. A bit of panic wells up inside him at the precarious move, but he swallows and trusts his partner knows what he's doing.

"I may not be brave, strong, or smart, but somewhere in my secret heart-" His voice slightly cracks at the rise, but he breathes through it and tries not to let it go completely off-pitch. Scar looks at the ceiling and tries to force his movements make it look intentional, stretching out the ache in his throat. 

"I know, love will find a way… anywhere I go…" Scar lowers his head in time to catch a now visible Grian acting like he just walked in the room, "I'm home if you are there beside me…"

He lets the music breathe, in a tune he knows by heart, as he watches his partner-in-crime casually head for the exit.  

Grian turns around and leans against the wall by the door, a stolen bag tucked under a wing. He signals to leave. They make eye contact.

The warm tavern lights again, and Aarakocra's red tones make Grian look like a painted sunrise. Scar, despite knowing he should be focused on finishing this scheme, doesn't look away. Doesn't stop to think about causing glorious chaos in their victorious exit.

Scar continues to sing, holding Grian's eyes within his own all the while. 

"Like dark, turning into day…"

Grian subtly pauses, confused but suddenly seeming as spellbound as the partner-in-crime in the metaphorical spotlight.

Still, their eyes hold.

 "… somehow we'll come through…"

Grian's incredulously mouthed words, which he fondly knows are along the lines of 'Scar, what are you doing?!'

Still, their eyes hold. 

"… now that I've found you..."

Scar's posture slightly sags with the exhaustion of this performance. He feels the cantrip near its minute end, but the violins swell into an off-script crescendo anyway.

Their eyes still hold.

"… love will find a way..."

The music cuts off abruptly as the spell ends.

He sees Grian suddenly look rather lost, but Scar is not sure why.

The whole tavern is bathed in silence.

He feels compelled to make the song at least sound finished. So…

"Now that I've found you..."

… he repeats himself, even with nothing else to support the song. 

(Scar doesn't admit that, at that moment, as he and his partner swim in each other's eyes, he didn't only repeat it for the performance.)

"… love will find a way."

The room roars into one of the loudest applause at night despite the smaller number of people.

And their eyes still hold.

bard scar singing a little love song at the crastle tavern and making direct eye contact with warlock grian

i think i just got murdered by my own thought what the fuck