#done now thiugh

[myhandisfatemywordislaw]

finally. it is done

jonny angst fanfic incoming this is a prequel to this fic you can read it below the cut or here on ao3

Jonny buried his face in Brian’s chest, and cried, heaving sobs wracking his body as his tears left a growing damp spot on Brian’s shirt. Cautiously, Brian draped a heavy arm around him. Jonny looked so much smaller like this, curled up into Brian’s side. 

“Jonny,” Brian began, speaking softly. “What’s wrong?”

Jonny’s reply came between gasps of air as he cried. “She’s gone, and- and she’s not coming back.”

“Who, Jonny?”

“Nastya,” he whispered, like he couldn’t quite believe it.

“Oh,” Brian said stupidly. Nastya was gone, and she was never coming back. Okay. He would deal with those emotions later. He stroked Jonny’s hair lightly.

“It’ll be alright, Jonny,” Brian said, the words sticking in his throat. “She’s moved on, and that’s okay.”

“N-no it won’t be fucking okay, it’s- it’s never going to be fucking okay again, nothing will be the same and everything’s going to be- it’s going to be different, and wrong, forever.” Jonny’s voice was muffled by Brian’s shirt as he spoke. “Who’s going to play viola? Who’s going to fix Aurora when she breaks?”

“Marius can play violin, and I’m sure if there are any problems with the ship, we can figure something out between us.”

“I don’t want stupid Marius to play his stupid fucking violin,” Jonny stood suddenly, pulling away from Brian, his voice cracking slightly. “I want Nastya to come back.” 

Jonny stormed out and Brian hastened to follow. Jonny reached his room and slammed the door in Brian’s face, a lock clicking into place. He knew he was easily strong enough to break through, but that would be wrong. Brian felt his eyes growing damp with oil as he desperately scrabbled to reach his switch. As it always had been, always would be, it was just tantalisingly out of reach.

Brian pressed one hand against the door. “Jonny, please-“

“Fuck off.” His reply was muffled and strained with emotion.

Brian stood there for a very long time.

Everyone mourned the loss of Nastya in their own way. The ship seemed so much quieter now, most of the crew choosing to isolate themselves, processing their grief alone. Raphaella threw herself into her experiments with renewed fervour, killing all who dared interrupt. Ivy powered through stacks of books like her life depended on it. Ashes just sat and stared out of the ports and into space, chainsmoking for hours on end. 

Gunpowder Tim was not quiet though. Fire. Reload. Fire. Reload. The silences between shots were heavy and oppressive, threatening to choke the breath out of him. Even the whirring and humming and clicking machinery of the Aurora seemed to have fallen silent in a strange requiem. Fire. Reload. Tim’s hands shook, though his shots hit the bullseye every time. Somewhere in the ship a mournful violin melody began. It cut off with a scrape of discordant notes as a volley of gunshots went off. Fire. Reload. Fire. The sound of stomping and smashing approached and Jonny flung open the door, still soaked in a spray of scarlet. Tim reloaded slowly as Jonny stood in the doorway, breathing heavily, gun in one hand, bottle in the other. Jonny took a swig of vodka and fired vaguely in the direction of the target. 

“Hello,” Jonny said sullenly. Tim said nothing, squinting at him warily. Jonny swayed dangerously, his knees buckled and he sat down, hard. “I… wanted t’ask you somethin.”

“And what’s that?”

“How… how didya cope when- when you lost Bertie?” Jonny spoke haltingly, his words slurring together.

Tim flinched slightly. 

“You know what I did, Jonny. Murder. Lots of it.”

“An’ did it make you feel better?”

Tim considered for a moment. 

“Not really,” he admitted.

“Oh,” Jonny replied. He looked so forlorn Tim worried Jonny might start crying, and Tim did not have the emotional energy to deal with that.

“I, uh, do have something that makes me feel a little better,” Tim crouched to be at Jonny’s level and reached beneath the collar of his shirt, pulling out a necklace. Jonny squinted as his eyes struggled to focus. Military dog tags, emblazoned with the name BERTIE. “It’s like a kind of totem, I guess, like as long as I have these I can keep his memory close to me. It’s kind of stupid, but it helps.” Jonny nodded slowly, then, apparently satisfied, stood and stumbled out. Tim looked at the empty doorway. Please stay, he thought. But Jonny was gone. And Tim was alone in the silence once more.

Jonny laughed manically as he let out a spray of bullets, the people before him twitching and jerking in a morbid dance as they fell dead to the ground. His metal heart ached in his chest as he cast around for more victims of his wrath. He held his gun loosely as he wandered vaguely down the centre of the street, the barrel of his new toy dragging across the road behind him. Tim had given it to him, a gun not designed for elegance or precision, a brutal weapon made purely for the sake of indiscriminate violence. But what was the fucking point of it if there was no-one to shoot? They kept hiding from him, but he knew they were there. He was sure of it. The air was silent, but heavy and tense. With a terrified wail, a man rushed from his hiding spot behind some bins, and on instinct Jonny drew his sixgun and shot him dead. The victory felt hollow and unsatisfying as Jonny continued to stalk down the road, gun scraping the ground behind him. 

He stopped abruptly. Had he seen something… familiar? He retraced his steps carefully, his face screwed up in concentration. A soot-covered shop window, and a coat. Nastya’s coat. The gun fell to the ground with a clang of metal as he raced into the shop, barging through the door with his shoulder. A bell tinkled warmly as he entered and he stood there for a moment, breathing heavily and staring at a rack of identical blue coats. Not Nastya’s coat. Similar though. Perhaps similar enough? He stepped forward and reached out a hand to brush against the fabric, then flinched back slightly, seeing his own hand, dirty and blood-soaked, in stark contrast to the pristine coat. After a moment of hesitation, he picked one up. It fitted him. He tossed it aside and picked up a bigger one. Nastya had always been taller than him. Clutching it to his chest, he left, the bell jingling as he did so, and walked back.

Jonny boarded the ship, resolutely ignoring the various questioning looks of his crew, and Tim, watching curiously, his metal eyes softening with sympathy as he saw what Jonny was holding. Jonny didn’t want Tim’s stupid fucking sympathy though, didn’t want to be seen as something weak, and before he knew what he was doing he was gripping his sixgun tightly and Tim’s brains were splattered across the wall. He ignored the faint pang of regret and went to his room, locking the door firmly behind him. 

He laid the coat out carefully on his bed, inspecting his prize. It didn’t look that much like Nastya’s, now he got a good look at it. It didn’t have the same detailing on the cuffs, of course, and the shade of blue wasn’t right, and the collar was completely wrong. Hot, angry tears started to well in his eyes and he wiped them away furiously, but he couldn’t stop and suddenly he was curled up against the wall sobbing and gasping. And then with a cold determination he cocked his gun, pressed it to his temple and pulled the trigger.

When Jonny awoke, he felt much calmer, though when he tried to open his eyes, he found them glued shut by his own blood. Prying them open with his fingers, he stood. An Aurora patch, that’s what he needed. That was what would make it look like a true Mechanism’s coat. Maybe he had one under his bed. He crawled onto his stomach and rooted around, cursing as he knocked over a half-empty bottle of whiskey. 

That was fine. That was fine, and he didn’t even care. He didn’t mind the wet patch on the floor or the fresh stink of alcohol or another sticky liquid on his hands. It was fine. He was fine. With a scream of frustration, he smashed the bottle against the bedframe, and the neck shattered in his hand. 

He lay there, breathing heavily. Marius had once told him how to count out his breaths to keep him calm and breathing deeply. Jonny had punched him, but now as he swept his hand under the bed, ignoring the accumulating sharp cuts, he counted. Inhale for four counts. He shoved aside a pile of rubbish. Hold for seven. He dug through the layer of random items coating the floor. Exhale for eight. Spotting a dust-covered patch, he grabbed it and clambered out from underneath the bed, hitting his head against the bedframe as he did so. 

He sat on the bed and rocked gently, brushing the dust off an ancient Aurora patch. Yes, this would do nicely. He fished some sewing equipment out of a drawer, and set to work. His palms had tiny shards of glass stuck in them and his fingers bled from dozens of tiny wounds, but he didn’t care. The needlework was clumsy and uneven, but that didn’t matter. 

When he was finished, he brushed the needles aside and buried his face in the coat. Jonny froze. It reeked of newness and artificial shop smell, and Jonny reeled back from it. It smelled wrong. He stared at it for a moment, before cracking open another bottle of whiskey and taking a deep drink from it, before unceremoniously pouring its contents over the coat, then throwing the bottle across the room. It smashed against the wall. Lighting a cigarette, Jonny picked up the coat and walked to the vent shaft in the wall. No cover - he’d left it open so Nastya could drop by his room whenever she liked. Not that she ever would again. Jonny crawled into the vent and curled up with the coat, and tried very hard not to cry. He would not succeed.

[vaguely-functional-directions]

Actually the worst thing Regina ever did was in that one episode that shows storybooks right after the curse was cast, and that boy and his father arrive in town and she tries to convince them to stay and then basically tries to kidnap him like. The whole thing gave off fully horror movie vibes

[winterrose42]

The frustration of i want to do things and get things done but i dont have everything i need to fully complete it. Cant complete it so whats the point of working at all. Need to do things now so im not overwhelmed doing All Of It later. I dont have everything i need yet so i cant complete it and it looks bad. Cant complete it so whats the point-

[whosafraidofvirginiawoolf]

this week in lab i was doing work for a senior grad student in the lab and she did not communicate anything to me and now I need her to clarify something for me and she is not answering my texts and this all could have been avoided if she met to give me a run down but nope everyday she had an excuse and would say she'd meet with me the next day and then we never met and she was then going to send me a protocol but she didn't and I had to ask again for it and then she was at a conference this week and everyone's back now but she is still not being helpful and its so stupid bc this work is for HER project and im worried she is going to tell our advisor that she thinks I didn't do stuff right but like girlllll.....this is your fault

[rat-rambles]

Last thiugh on I gave no mouth and I must scream I promis

So my personal vendetta with this whole little trend is the people being like " oh you have no media litercy this you have no media littercy that" witch for the record is a very boring argument, but the thing is that people will say that about people finding AM sympothic becuse they don't personaly find him sympathetic. Witch to be super fucking clear sympathetic and forgivable arnt synonyms guys. The reason this drives me crazy is becuse there is a few things that are true we all read the short story I have no mouth and I must scream they where written by Harlan Ellison.

He wasn't like a very good person fairly good writer sure probably not who we should be seriously takeing moral philophy form go read his wiki if you need a summery. But he ment as the author for AM to be seen as a person as a bad yet sympothedic person this is the same guy where in the game one of the 5 litterly worked for the nazis and he's sympothedic this milage for sympathy in that regard is pretty far. Mind you everyone is the hero of there own story and he did bad things and had big feelings obvously he'd be the first to give the bad robot with big feelings a pat on the shoulder and a cookie.

Now if you personaly find AMs crimes unforgivable you porbaly also find Harlan Ellison's crimes unforgettable and that's fine they are how ever if someone reads the short story and gets thay reading and dosnt have the context for Harlan's crimes there not doing a bad media literacy for comeing to the intended conclusion. Actually if you missed that point witch I've seen alot of people do you have in fact done a good media literacy and if you saw what was ment and rejected it then you've done a great media litercy good job gold star.

People like to weponize this talking point to feel like there the smartest person in the room saying "wow you have no media litercy" is just a academic way to go 😝 stupid. It's werid when the bg3 and hazbin fandom has spoiled me with robust media litercy seeing those little controversy was a reap shock to the system.

[cloudcountry]

Auburn's "Kick Idia's Ass" Experience: Aka My Hoard of Book Six Screenshots

this made me CRY okay????? i was UGLY SOBBING. grim i will never call you a little asshole ever again okay please

YES YOU ARE VIL YES YOU ARE. HE HAD NEVER LOOKED MORE BEAUTIFUL. DIVING INTO THE LITERAL PITS OF DEATH JUST TO SAVE HIS CLASSMATES AND MAKE SURE IDIA CAN CLOSE UP THE GATE??? VIL I THINK I LOVE YOU

yes i took screenshots of him saying that twice. BE QUIET. vil OWNED book six. im in awe. he's so amazing words cannot express the amount of pride and warmth i feel for him right now. he is THE most underappreciated twst character.

AYZLAUZLAUXLUALZULuxlAZULAXULAXULAZULAZUL OMG THE UNHOLY NOISE THAT LEFT MY THROAT HES HERE HES SPEAKING HOLY SHIT!!!!!

STOP IN FUVKING CRYIBG AGAIN GRIM ITS OKAY YOURE FORGIVEN I DONT EVEN CARE YOU COULD RIP MY NOSE OFF AND ID STILL HUG YOU PLEASE

PLS THE WAY I CACKLES THEYRE SO STUUPID I LOVE THEM

THIS SCENE WAS SO CUTE HELP I LAUGHED SO LOUD WHEN KALIM WENT ZOOMING ACROSS THE SCREEN :((( HES SO CUTE I WABT TO KISS HIM

jade and floyd were literally so nonchalant omg. then again azul was the same LMAO they were literally just like

"hey azul did you kick ass"

"ya but anyway what about my lounge"

"oh you got no customers lmao"

"FUCK"

CATER...........CATER DIAMOND...............

THEM THE BOYS OMG IM SO SORRY DEUCE IT HAD TO VE DONE I NEEDED GRIM BACK :(((( ITS SO SWEET THAT THEY WERE WORRIES THIUGH AWWWW YOU TWI ARE ADORABLE

i can't believe i forgot to take screenshots of vil regaining his youth,,, goes to show how impactful that scene was to me ^^ HE LOOKED SO HAPPY,,,, ME OMW TO BECOMING A VIL KISSER

GET THE FUCK OUT.

.......sorry, you do that?

LITERALLY. idk about you but idias backstory didn't make me cry at all??? like i mean yeah that sucks but i. don't know how to feel because he was such an ASSHOLE and now im just supposed to be all friendly with him???? no thanks.

WHY IS HE IN THE CORNER HELPDBICNDHCOBS

GET HIS ASS ORTHOIOOO he looks scary bc i caught him midblink oopsie

anyways yea the ending twistune was cute yk

[loserelf]

there was so.much shit to get done st work today it did genuinely fly by and even thiugh thats usuallt the best case scenario now that im home . the exhaustion is hitting me all at once lol

[oneaneonly]

theyre gonna rest up with the girlfriend now and try not to have a panic attack. im taking notes for my own sake. to remember and well theirs too. they dont want to return still because they still are very suicidal fromthis all and it all feels like an open wound regardless. but they, their gf, and i have conckuded their uneasy feeling is likely because one of the only two people they have to talk t- sorry im getting mad again. unrelated. unrelated. but imfucking ferious- to well. my rules are 1. dont talk abt their condition 2. do not lie (3 keep him entertained but i couldnt do that without making them relapse so i had to appeal) but those cannot coexist. if we are not addressing their feelings then everything we do with him is a lie. and that makes them uneasy. now theyre panicking. how can they learn to coexist with him if they are so devastated but they cant be honest. i mean what Could they even say if they wanted to!! Yes! This makes me want to kill myself! And i am goinh to! Sorry! I have tried! Sorry again! like what. what?? thiugh if this isnt addressed soon we will be in another february and then they will do A Lot more than just writing suicide notes. well they already are but. more than that. like, well, actual suicide. thats still not unlikely for the record. well.. ugh

how the fuck can this be done

i am mad. i am very angry. if im frustrated im too overwhelmed to feel anything else but the moment i get a moment to breathe i have fury. im not the gentle one they are. for my suicide note i will write open letters to everyone who put them here with no remorse. i will address it to their doorsteps if i must. if they have to die, then those people must know its their fault. and live with it. and maybe take their lives too for all i fucking care

[euclydya]

first three blorbos tpop into your mind :~} -AS

TEE HEE OK <3

T MINUS 3 DAYS TIL PIRATW SHOW RETURNS!!!!!!! OKOKOKOK SO,

I am so mental illness about this man for Reals. I loev his fashion. I lov his vibes. Both before and After he meets Stede. I HOWEVER DO NOT LOVE HOW HE TREATS IZZY AND STEDE'S CREW AND I //sounds of brutal pipe murder// I hope karma gets his ass!!!!!!!! I hope he gets Got in some way that doesn't involve him dying.

Because as much as I Lov Him he is also SSSSOOOOOOOOOOO. SOOOO!!!! MY FUCKING GOD HE IS UNWELL!!!!!!!! V angry man. V V scary also. Absolutely Explosive with anger ain't he. Like sorry your boyfriend of a week broke up with you BRO but don't KILL EVERYONE ABOUT IT??? MY FUCKING GOD????!

But like he looks hot as fuck after he went sicko mode bc of the breakup so he has that going 4 him. u can get it peepaw. sorry who said thatjfjfkskalaodjvmdkdkslsjfnsa

tbis man needs 2 get dicked down. there I said itJFJDKDKFKD

AS MUCH AS we ship him w Ed He also deserves soooo much better. BUDDY your weird friends w benefits boss guy fucking MUTILATED YOU because you got angry at him!!!!!!!! YOU! CAN!! DO!!! BETTER!!!! oh my god! <3.

but also HE'S a little bitch in general too like he also needs to get Got a little bit in s2 and judging by those trailers he fuckin did like what the fuck happened actually dude are you okAY??????? DID ED HAPPEN????! IG WE'LL FIND OUT SOON BUR JESUS CHRIST!

he needs better coping mechanisms. everyone in the show does but Literallyyyy Izzy my guy. GO hang out with stede it might Maybe fix you [it won't. but it's better than hanging out w Ed ok]

I FROGTOT ABOTU STARDEW WHOOPS!!!! WHOOPS OK

Shane Is my husband I married his ass. We had an Autumn wedding. I remember the first day we met I think. I had just fished up a can of soda from the river and then immediately hunted him down and gave it to him bc He's associated w joja cola so mych and he asked why i was giving him my garbage. <3. UQIAKSKDJFZ

he rlly rlly needs therapy and also like im glad canonically he can get therapy!!!!!!! but jesus christ !!!! it's fine thiugh He's my pet husband now I Will Fix Him. I will Fix Him .

i loev and care abt him EO MUCH however He did Force me into adoption a kid [I clicked through the "hey want to adopt?" prompt too fast without even realizing And now I have a creature in my house. I forced it to wear a skull mask though I will be aborting it posthaste As soon as I'm done fucking the wizard it's FINE.] 8/10 man I need 2 get back into stardew so i can neuter him [aka. Bird the kid and then remove the cribs]

↑ the creature wearing the skull. btw

[aemonds-sapphire]

Acceptance

Summary: It’s your wedding night, so why are you knocking on Aemond’s door?

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW. Virgin reader. Virginity loss. Friends to lovers. Consummation proof. Fingering.

A/N: You can most definitely read this as a stand-alone, but I do recommend reading part I, II, and III for some context. For those who have read each part, this is the final one. Hope you enjoy it!

Word count: 2.5k

To say you were nervous would be an understatement. You were absolutely terrified. But no amount of fear could deter you from the decision you had made.

You stood outside his bedchamber, the pit of your belly tightening in anticipation. Even thiugh there was still a tiny part of you that urged you to walk away, you didn’t.

Because you didn’t want to.

Your knuckles tapped the door twice and your heart lurched into a frantic pace as you bit your lower lip, attempting to keep your nervousness at bay.

It didn’t take long before you were met with Aemond.

He gripped the doorknob while his eye fell to your face first and then to your forearm.

“Did he hurt you?” he asked, clenching his jaw.

Realising the conclusion he had drawn from the bruise that tinted your skin, you immediately shook your head with a chuckle. “No. I… tripped on my way here…”

He wasn’t convinced.

“Aemond… he did not touch me.”

Gradually, the tension on his face faded away, but he remained unmoving.

“May I?”

He stepped to the side at once, eye still fixed on you as you walked in. Closing the door shut, he paced until he was in front of you, bringing your feet to a halt.

You swallowed hard as you glared at the beautiful man with whom you had shared so much of your life. Lines were crossed and blurred beyond recognition. The friendship you had once share had morphed into something you had craved and yearned for.

Until tonight.

Until another man took you as his wife and severed that bond.

“What are you doing here?” he asked seriously.

You stared at him dazedly, feeling a jab at your heart. “He won’t bed me. He’s too drunk to bed me,” you said in a low voice, wishing to match his level of deadpan.

Aemond stood in silence for a long while before he crossed both arms over his chest, the linen undershirt underneath wrinkling.

“No.”

“No?”

“No,” he repeated in a final tone.

Your jaw quirked angrily. “You do not know what I’m here to ask.”

Aemond heaved a deep sigh. “I already know,” he said simply. “You are not mine to take.”

“So you’d have me bed him?”

“He’s your lord husband.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock. In truth, you had considered the idea that he’d be reluctant in having you. He had done so many times before, but you had hoped this time things would go differently.

“I’m willingly giving myself to you,” you said, struggling to keep your voice steady. “My father will demand proof of consummation and…”

He held up a finger. “So that is why you’re here.”

“To give you my maidenhead? Yes.”

But Aemond saw deeper than that. “And proof of consummation.”

You stared at him long and hard. “This is the one thing I have control over as of right now. I was forced into a loveless marriage…” your voice faltered momentarily. “I’m married to a drunken fool who is too out of it to perform his duty.”

Duty.

The very thing that shaped Aemond’s being and one not easily broken.

“I will not take what’s not mine.”

“Please…” you said, realising how pathetic your plea sounded.

An empty silence weaved around both of you, only disrupted by the crackling flames dancing in the fireplace nearby. A warm hand touched your shoulder and you flinched away from his touch.

“I thought… you wanted this…” you said quietly.

His eye narrowed. “What I desire matters not.”

“It does,” you said, letting your robe slide off your shoulders and down your body. “You know I’m yours to take.”

You expected more resistance from him, but you could understand why he didn’t. After all, it was a feeling you knew all too well. Craving what is given to others.

He took a step towards you, eye roaming down the length of your body as you undid your nightgown. Aemond held out his hand to touch it before tugging softly until the sheer fabric came sliding down and pooling at your feet.

The exposure and cooler air had your nipples harden and you shivered as his hand traveled down your shoulder and arm.

“Please, Aemond…” you said, fighting back the urge to cry at how desperate you were. “Please…”

It was already appalling enough to be stuck in this situation, but you refused giving yourself to a man who meant nothing to you. Even if tradition called for it and had people marry each other out of pure convenience, you deserved better than that.

Especially when you had Aemond.

His hand came to rest under your breast and you felt his thumb caressed it slowly.

“You’re tempting,” he said as if talking to himself. “Too tempting.”

“Then take me,” you offered, bringing your own hands to rest on his chest, allowing yourself to feel his firm muscles heave underneath your palms. “I don’t give a fuck about my husband and I’m certain you feel the same way.”

He gritted his teeth. “Not even Vhagar’s fire would match the one flaring inside me when I saw you with him.”

Your fingers gripped the hem of his undershirt and he quickly got rid of it, exposing his torso to you.

“You should have killed him.”

Aemond’s lips turned into a smile. “A very alluring prospect, indeed.”

His hands were suddenly on your breasts and you bit back a moan as he caressed you. You couldn’t help but to have your own eyes travel down his torso, admiring how his muscles rippled under his skin.

“I’m sure Larys Strong will find a way.”

Aemond snickered. “Please do not mention him… it’s a sure way to ruin this.”

By ‘this’ he meant his restrained cock that had your nervousness turn into desire. Trembling fingers gripped the hem of his breeches, but before you could slip one hand inside he gripping your wrist.

“Tonight isn’t about me,” he whispered.

He ducked forward taking your lips in his and your eyes immediately slid shut with a soft sigh of pleasure. You could get lost in his touch for hours. A simple kiss shouldn’t be able to have wetness drip from you, but it couldn’t be helped. When you felt a nibble on your lower lip and his tongue lightly tapping it, you promptly parted your lips and deepened the kiss.

Without tearing himself from you, he took you in his arms, lifting you off your feet effortlessly as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Aemond only broke the kiss once he reached the edge of the bed. He placed you on top of the soft bedsheets, bringing one knee to press down for support.

You suddenly felt very exposed and staring into his eye had a wave of embarrassment wash over you, breaking eye contact.

“Look at me.”

Sucking in a harsh breath, you did as you were told, pressing your thighs together to hide your desire for him.

Suddenly, he moved away from the bed and came back carrying your nightgown.

Confusion splattered across your face as dropped to his knees on the mattress and slid closer to you. He gripped both your knees and parted your legs slowly to reveal yourself fully to his gaze.

Without uttering a word be brought your nightgown to rest just below your entrance, tucking it slightly under your backside.

“You’ll need your proof of consummation.”

Oh.

Aemond then settled in between your legs, leaning into you to press a tender kiss to the corner of your lips, causing you to shift restlessly underneath him, very much aware of the weight of his body on yours.

Your back instantly arched your back as you felt his hard cock pressed flat against your folds, causing your clit to swell and throb in anticipation.

Aemond lowered his face to your neck, planting several open-mouthed kisses across your sensitive skin. Your eyes fluttered shut and a moan escaped your lips. His tongue slid over your pulse point, sending your hips to lift from the bed, further increasing the pressure his cock applied to your clit.

“Aemond… please…” you groaned, deciding you were too tired of waiting for him to finally deflower you.

But what you lacked in patience, Aemond made up for in incredible self-restraint.

With one hand he stilled your rolling hips. “You’re not ready.”

You huffed in annoyance, dragging your fingernails along his chest teasingly. But he was right. He was well-endowed and you needed all the preparation he was willing to provide — and you willing to go through.

After ensuring you remained still, he snaked his hand between your legs, raising his own hips to make room for his prying fingers.

He pressed a kiss to your lips before sliding one finger inside.

But you could take more than that.

And you were aware he knew once a second finger joined the other.

You gasped into his lips, breath shaking and wet sounds filling his bedchamber. The head of his cock would occasionally hit your clit each time he shifted on top of you, making your entire body shudder in pleasure.

He gave you one final peck. “Can you take another one?”

It was possible you could, but you didn’t want another finger. You wanted his cock to push through your maidenhead and have you be bound to him.

You immediately shook your head. “I need more than that… please…”

Instead, he curled his fingers inside while pressing your clit with his thumb, causing you to cry out, nails digging into his shoulders.

Aemond held himself above you, watching you intently as more head flooded your body and wetness spilled from you. You drew your eye open and realised his gaze was as a fire that burned down on your face

Your mind drew a blank and you felt your lower abdomen begin to twist into a familiar knot. It never failed to amaze you how easily Aemond could get your over the edge.

Knowing your body far too well by now, Aemond was quick to withdraw both fingers from inside just as your walls were starting to clench down frantically around him.

“Aemond!” you cried out in despair at the overwhelming feeling of emptiness.

He brought his fingers to your lips, smearing your wetness across them before tasting it in a searing and scorching kiss.

You moaned, rolling your hips into him once you felt him lower himself onto you once more.

He cradled your face in his hand. “Are you ready?”

You nodded right away in between gasps as he slid his cock along your slick folds.

Aemond heaved a deep sigh as he positioned himself at your entrance.

“Tell me to stop and I will.”

You nodded, your heart nearly bursting out of your chest.

With a slight roll of his hips, Aemond managed to get the head of his cock through the barrier. You gasped loudly you felt a sting of pain followed by the uncomfortable sensation of something rolling down.

Tears gathered in your eyes and you felt Aemond kiss each of the away with his lips. He wasn’t moving inside you and you were wholeheartedly thankful for his thoughtfulness.

The pain wasn’t unbearable by any means, but it was enough to have you sobbing lightly.

“We can stop here,” he said lovingly, pressing another kiss to your forehead.

You took a deep breath, mustering all the strength within you. “Keep going…”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

No.

But it didn’t matter. You had been waiting for this for far too long to back down now.

“Try your best to relax.”

Aemond kissed you again, but you understood it was mainly to muffle your cries as he sank deeper inside you. You tried to ease the grip around him, but it was proving itself to be harder than expected.

He broke the kiss with a growl, breath coming out in hot pants. “You’re too tight… I won’t… last long…”

Even through the pain, you managed to feel the weight of his words as your clit pulsed once again.

By the time he had buried himself deeply inside, you didn’t dare breathe for a few seconds, your body still trying to adjust to his size.

Your hands clawed at his back as you tried to ease some of the tension.

“Are you well?” he asked in between gritted teeth.

“Thought it would hurt more,” you breathed out, noticing he was struggling to keep himself steady. “Are you?”

He let out a breathy growl. “You’re squeezing too hard…”

It was clear that he wasn’t going to last long, so you squeezed one hand in between your bodies, applying a faint pressure to your clit.

“Move,” you urged him.

You needed to feel more of him and when the young prince slid out slowly and back inside, you felt the air in your lungs rush out rapidly. Your clit demanded attention and you didn’t mind to provide it, but Aemond would have none of that.

He pushed your hand away at once replacing it with his own, setting a slow and steady pace as your walls finally began to ease down around his cock.

The overwhelming heat and size of him filling the aching emptiness was something you never thought you needed. In no time, your muscles were clamping down around him urgently and the bedchamber whirled away into a blur as orgasm crept upon you, catapulting you straight into the middle of a storm.

“Aemond… Aemond…” you gasped repeatedly, feeling the muscles on his back flex languidly with each slow thrust.

Once more, you arched your back and your vision went dark. Spasms and contractions of pleasure washed down your body, centered around where where his body was connected to yours. Aemond had buried his face in the crook of your neck, no longer bothering to silence your cries of pleasure.

It took you a long time to realise he had pulled out of you and was coating your belly with hot streaks of cum, letting out the most alluring growls you had ever heard from him.

He slumped to the side, removing the blanket of warmth he had enveloped you in with his body.

You felt incapable of stringing words together for the longest time, merely trying to get your breathing to steady while feeling the rolls of his seed streaming down your sides.

Aemond was the first to move, gathering your nightgown in his hand, displaying a few drops of blood that had stained the fabric.

“I think I may have to kill your husband.”

[gallusrostromegalus]

So, I have to ask, what is the SITUATION with Yugi's parents?

(Also, can you impart more knowledge about Duke Devlin? I feel as thiugh there's something downright hilarious coming up with him.)

Ok the reason I haven't talked about Yugi's parents is that I uh. Can't make up my mind about what is going on with them. The short vesrion is that they're unable to care for Yugi so Solomon is his Legal guardian, and will not be appearing in the fic unless I settle on something by the time I get to season 4 or so. I was originally going with one flavor of Angst, then my brain supplied an entirely different flavor of angst and now I'm not sure which I like better. Option 1 would kick Marik (and everyone else but mostly Marik) in the guts while he's down, Option 2 would rip out Seto Kaiba's Heart. But probably neither will come up.

DUKE on the other hand has a fantastic part to play yet. He has a passing mention in the next chapter because he (indirectly) knows Sergei and Misha, and this connection will cause ABSOLUTE BEDLAM during Battle City. Some Duke Fun Facts:

Whatever the Opposite of a Vegan is, that's Duke. Man lives on caffeine and pork products, which has done something WEIRD to his metabolism so he's still a scarecrow.

"Duke Devlin" is a name he picked out for himself because it slaps that's why.

Like in the Manga, Duke's "Dad" lost a card game to Solomon Moto and has been wearing a fucked up clown mask since. Unlike the Manga, these two events aren't actually related. What happened was that Solomon beat Duke's Dad in a card game, had a GREAT time at the wedding they were both attending, and had sex with SOMEONE in Duke's family, while Duke's Dad got that clown mask stuck on his head in an Improv Theater Accident and then... never did anything about it. Duke travelled to Domino City in part to kick Yugi's ass for fucking up the international distribution of his game and also to see if they were Related.

Post-Fic, Duke and Bakura team up to release a new module of Monster World, "Catacomb of Abominations" which is generally met with rave reviews like "Even with fudging my rolls and eliminating half the encounters, this module killed all my players in 20 Minutes. 10/10" "I didn't have a debilitating fear of rabbits before this game, but I sure do now! 10/10" "I'm a quantum physicist and certified forensic accountant, and the math made me cry. 11/10"

Actually, since they're both huge TTRPG Nerds, Duke and Bakura become rather close. It still takes YEARS for Duke to realize that the reason Joey rolls Bakura's Dice for him whenever they play is not because of his Hand Injury but because Bakura is a master of stage magic and sleight-of-hand and could roll whatever results he wanted entirely subconciously. It takes Bakura years to realize that when Duke was complaining about "Having To Learn Python" he meant the coding language and not How To Talk To Large Snakes.

Duke speaks the greatest number of languages of the cast, but only if you count computer programming languages.

[echoloading]

:( sorry abt that I hope everything is alright

im doing pretty good i spent the morning in bed scrolling which i should like break the havit of doing but in a little bit im gonna make pancakes with my sister* for my mom for mothers day

and also i had the ap euro exam on friday abd it like didnt go horribly which is awesome and now i have like nothing left to do this year and this week i get to sleep in all week bc of state testing that i’ve already done :D so thats really good

we’re like a month away from the end of school and i could not be more ready

*not my biological sister but we’re really close and i’ve known her for years and she stayed with my family for her gap year this year and i dont really know how to sum up our relationship in a word so im kinda experimenting atm with like… maybe cousin? Maybe sister? I’m trying ti figure out the best fit. Its easy for my parents cause they xan just say like goddaughter even thiugh she isnt but wtf am i supposed to say??? Godsister isnt a term and even if it is im not religious and id feel weird saying it T.T ANYWAY giant long ramble of something you DIDNT need to know XD all that to say im doing pretty well :)

hi hi hi

hewwo!! :3

[internetgremlin-writes]

FLAT SPIN CHAP 5 SPOILERS!!

OH MY GOD IGGY THAT CHAPTER WAS ABSOLYTELY PERFECT!!!!

The way he asked her to come to Barcelona… SO carlos of him I wanted to cry… AND THE WAY HE METICULOUSLY PLANNED EVERYTHING? I am sorry if you dont like / dont care about zodiacs BUT THE VIRGO ENERGY IN HIM JUMPED OUT, and I respect it soooo much. Everything he planned was so /him/, but also so so perfect for MC — the little gestures? Ordering for her? Translating everything for her? POSTING HER ON HIS STORY? God i literally melted

AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON HIM COOKING FOR HER… because god damn you Know how Weak I am and it was so beautiful, also the British breakfast once again just shows how much he cares for her and understands her🥹 i am just about to combust actually

AND THEN RACE WEEKEND? And everything with the green tractor and also MC and Sebs relationship? Once again nailed it sm god i love these teammates… and how she didnt want to fight Seb / come across like that because he just means so much to her????? Girl you got me on the floor rn…

What I cannot stop thinking about is how shes in for the championship, and as of rn so is Carlos… Will they be fighting each other further down the line or… 👀 Make up sex as an apology for aggressive overtaking again? Or podium celebration sex because BOTH of them ended up on the podium (Silverstone? 👀) So many possibilities omfg dont mind me

AND THEN LAST BUT NOT LEAST (thiugh i still have so much to say but my slow ass brain needs a bit of time i guess) the ending was just perfect… like am I the only one thinking Carlos didnt want to sleep with her pre race weekend bc he wanted to fully focus on her but couldnt with all the GO expectations around him? But now that it was done he could let himself fully focus on her and give her all the attention he thinks she deserves? God I love them sm… And the way you let all those emotions show through during the smut was just CHEFS KISS, the way they understand each other is just so 🥹🥹🥹 i have no words lol other than i’m SO obsessed..,

God i hope this all is legible its 4:14am now and i am prone to word vomit already when my brain is working so this may just sound like incoherent crap but i hope you know this chapter was SO GOOD, also the way you captured Barcelona imo was spot on like I wouldnt have noticed that it was all based on research and not personal experiences (though i guess i must confess i havent been to barcelona since i was 4 either… JSJDKFKF BUT YOU MANAGED TO CAPTURE THE SPANISH VIBES PERFECTLY THAT I CAN TELL YOU BC I JUST VACATIONED IN SPAIN LAST MONTH)

okay oh my god i am back from festival and i am finally going to reply to this without crying halfway through...

firstly OH MY GOD. you... you wrote all this... about my work?? I'm touched, I'm shook, I'm honoured, this is honestly the best feeling and probably as close to a "real" author with people analysing my work as I'll ever get and I am ABSOLUTELY here for it (especially as a literature nerd who loves to pick apart all of my books for fun)

haha I don't *dislike* zodiacs, I don't really follow them to that much detail but I vaguely have an idea of them. To be honest, the way I write Carlos is purely based on the guy we see as a Formula One driver and personality (but now you say that I totally see the virgo energy). ALSO I'M SO GLAD YOU NOTICED THOSE I am entirely convinced Carlos is a very detail-oriented person and especially when he is first seeing someone he would be really careful to go out of the way to do really subtle but meaningful things yanno?

As for the championship fight... well I don't want to give anything away but oh I *definitely* have a plan for MC and Carlos and the WDC ;)

Haha don't worry it all made sense! And thank you so much for the comment about Barcelona... it's a little embarrassing how long I spent on google for things to do in and around the city because I've never been to mainland Spain, so even if it's not 100% accurate I'm just happy the vibes were right!!

honestly just thank you so much for this, it means the absolute world <3 <3 <3

[iheartmyipod]

wat r ur thoughts on frontiers so far??? i havent been 2 invested in recent sonic stuff but im watching a live playthrough and the atmosphere is sooooo cool it def seems like a step in the right direction 4 the series XP

dont want 2 spoil someone accidentally:P VVV

OMG LITERALY ITS SOOOOO GOOOOD sum aspects kf it reminds me of unleashed which is awesome 2 me cus rhats one of my faves… i dont pay much attention to actual gameplay in sonic i mostly like the storys and characters but frontiers is supeeer fun and i love being able to explore and do the challenges and the stages are pretty cool too … im not the best at them thiugh…. Seriously ive been talking myselr so much about how much i adore it its like they made a game just for melina i never play video games but this is so so fun to me. I was kind of confused at first tho ill be honest it is overwhelming with how big the islands are (im on the second one right now i forgot its name:P) but ithink im getting the hang of it its SO FUN EXPLORING SOOOO FUN and i like how sonic even mentions he likes how muchcroom there is to explore … omg the characterization im not too sureabout for amy i dont know if its her voice or what but THAT IS NOT AMY ROSE! I always get sad when she is written as more mature i miss 12 year old amy…She is so sweet though i still love her forever.&knuckles is so silly i love seeing sonic knuckles interactions OMG jusy so happy to see sonic characters talking to eachother and being friends i LOVEEE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also sage js so interesting i have no idea what is going on with her i didnt keep up with anything about the game before it released cus i didnt want spoilers but i like her. Very interedting veeeery interesting i like how they bring back phantom ruby stuff(i assume) along with lore established in sonic adventure i think it really ties the world together in a way i always craved im so hapoy they are building more on chaos and angel island and master emerald lore seriously … ALSO I LOVE THE DESIGNS FOR ALL THE CREATURES SO MACH OMG the koco are adorable i want keychains of them and in the second island the enemies are so sick oh mai god . … the little kocos true old form or whatever look like chaos mademe go nuts i got so excited i wonder wat it allll meaaansss…. Hopefully i will FIND OUT! Also the msyic so badass im so hapy after i finish the game i know i will be listening all the time its just too good>< i love how huge the game is too and there is socmuch you can do in it if you want to. Also im super into the weather and time changes i think it is so cool but makes you think sonic is staying awake for days and in the rain so gross he needs a shower .. I HAVE SO MUCH MORE TO SAY THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS ASK I HAVE BARELY TALKED ABIUT IT TO ANYONE Nothing beats sonic adventure though🤷‍♀️lets be real.actually i miss sonics adventure attitude wah but i think in frontiers it is kind of saying they are older and not so much kids anymore which could explain why amy is like that… still not into it personally but i always think its interesting to hear them acknowledge past events.okay im done.okay. ITS JUST SO COOL before it came out i kind of thought i would not apply anything in the game to how i view the sonic world in my head (cus thats how i feel about sonic forces LOL i just ignore it) but its surpriseing me how much i like it i havent liked a sonic games  world building this much since sonic unleashed ... still i dont think frontiers will be like the basis of sonic for me but it gives super intruiging bits and pieces that i will hold on to forever in my brain. OKAY.i played at schol today in my math class its so hard playing in public cus i need to chill💆‍♀️OKAY IM DONE. okay but also like for me i usually dont really care much for new sonic stuff i like the old stuff wayyyy more but i agree this game is like a huge good step for the series GAH OKAY

[aluka]

okay done w playing for now i finished part 1 i think thiugh. keijis in a coffin. can he die already.

[srbachchan]

DAY 4690

Jalsa, Mumbai                 Jan 1,  2021               Fri 10:16 PM

Birthday - EF - Smita Buch .. Saturday, January 2 .. love and birthday greetings to you from the entire Ef .. ❤️

To the entire EF , my sincere greetings for the year of 2021 .. and the wishes for the fulfilment of all that could possibly be desired .. 

I say it here because it is impossible to send personal greetings to all individually .. there is a barrage of wishes here , on T on FB and on the mobile .. an entire day and tired wrecked fingers have done nothing else but respond .. the effort has been made for all , but f there are some disappointed souls my apologies .. and my wishes to them here and my gratitude for remembering me and the family .. 

2021 , has begun with passion and rest and an immense amount of slumber .. a factor that would be making some of the Ef who have vociferously advocated that I spend much more time in rest , extremely happy ..

There is a realisation though that the more you rest the more you desire it .. and that is not very welcome .. for the lethargic element of the body overtakes all else , and that is non productive .. 

The sleep may be in arrears .. as Babuji would say often .. 

His own life had been one of lesser nights of rest , more work .. so when he did get the time and the environ to rest he did long hours and explained that by saying ..  that his sleep during his life time had ‘been in arrears’

.. yes indeed .. and may it load and not send any further notifications or bugs or timed out and exhausted hard drives , filled to capacity .. we have no further will to keep reloading it .. its fine when it finishes the load and the bar reaches the ultimate mark .. peace then upon us all from the Forces that guide us .. and the harmony of it all ..

The city sleeps well .. there is a curfew from 11 pm onwards and the sudden silence is a bit eerie in the beginning , but eventually the benefit of its presence seeps in and the realisation, that the good of the system is pervading .. 

There is great fear and apprehension on the latest virus strain that seems to have appeared in London, England and some of the travellers that travelled to the city or elsewhere have brought along its spread .. 

A worry and concern yes .. but step out on the roads here and it would seem that the Covid meaning has taken on another term .. koi vighn nahin .. कोई विघ्न नहीं ।।

The absence of discipline has many ignoring the repeated alarms sent out through the authorities , and several private agencies .. but to no avail .. 

Yes the numbers are favourable in this part of the World and Country, but that does not give liberty to ignore warnings .. 

.. in earlier times a trip to the Soviet Union and Tashkent  .. where at an event the little fellow , now beyond little, was asked for his autograph ..his first, I presume ..  which he, without being hesitant gave .. !!🤣🤣 .. as thiugh it was an expected request .. !!! 

The observation that is being observed is that the conditions of the world are undergoing change .. but no one is making a big noise about it .. 

Yes it has devastated many .. but human spirit is beyond measure .. it finds a  way out .. particularly if you are Indian .. the ingenious inventors of unprepared systems .. their drive to exist despite , and their knack of finding a way out .. it may never be as sophisticated as that of the more developed world , but it works , and has brought many an advanced mind to a stand still in wonder and awe .. 🙏🌹

... and the strains of Ustad Vilayat Hussain on the sitar and his voice ring continuously .. अचानक मोहे पिया आ के जगाए , in Raag Hameer  .. achanak mohe piya aa ke jagaye .. of a sudden my beloved came and woke me up ..

The extreme brilliance of Indian Classical music brings immense power of listening to the strings and strains that transport you from the mundane to the heavens .. 

Music in its classical form .. UNWRITTEN .. Indian Classical music is one that is never written .. the exponent plays from the mind and the tone of the raag , bringing in multiple versions within the scales of that particular Raag .. a wonder in the music universe and one that has surprised many in the music connect ..

.. an art form that I desperately seek to learn .. to spend time with the experts and the Guru’s of the craft .. but when is the question .. 

It shall happen .. BUT 

my love in the meanwhile .. and stay protected ..

Amitabh Bachchan