#dragon of the week: 28

[namesareweird579]

Blue is the dragon of the week at 76.9%!

Vote for the next dragon of the here!:

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Characters already done:

Whiteout

Six-claws

Peril

Starflight

Clay

Qibli

Turtle

Tamarin

Jambu

Willow

Carnelian

Moonwatcher

Cricket

Sunny

Deathbringer

Lynx

Kinkajou

Winter

Hailstorm

Clearsight

Snowfall

Lady Scarab

Fatespeaker

Freedom

Gill

Katydid

Blue

[onedragonaday]

1/28/24 Light dragon from Loz Tears of the Kingdom

[littlemissgeek8]

Author Ask Tag

So, I got tagged by @hyperions-light a while ago and whoops, wasn't able to answer back then due to a persistant hedache that's been making life miserable. But, I finally managed to get my thoughts in order, so I may as well try to write something for this, huh? I guess I'll fill it out for my current WiP, The Viscount's Bride.

What is the main lesson of your story?

Uh, I'm not entirely sure? The story's still in its early phases, and basically started from a "I just want to make these two fall in love" kind of deal. But so far it's looking like there's at least a little "don't judge a book by it's cover" in there. (Trite, I know, but I haven't written fic or really analyzed writing since 2018, so please give me some grace. <3)

What did you use as inspiration for your world building?

Well, it's a Dragon Age fanfic so uh, it's just the Dragon Age setting in general for the world building. But in terms of the actual story, it started with a bit of East of the Sun, West of the Moon (very, VERY early on) and I discovered while I was actually writing that I was subconsciously drawing on the anime My Happy Marriage. I'm obviously not trying to copy that anime or anything but there is definitely a good deal of inspiration.

Also I've been spending more time than I expected researching life in the Tudor era (since Thedas seems to be closer to Renaissance than "medieval" really, but it's not a one-to-one thing). There's nothing quite like stopping in the middle of a writing session to go research historical bedding or hierarchies of servants in a noble/royal household. And I'd be remiss if I didn't mention getting some inspiration from @curious-happenstance's "Do You Like My Dress? It Has Pockets" fic, which got me excited about diving into putting historical details into my work. (It's a very sweet story, I recommend it!)

What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? So you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, or help them grow as a person?

I guess in a way I have two protagonists since I do occasionally switch into Varric's POV, so I'll deal with both. Varric quite simply is trying to keep his friends safe while also not being blackmailed into marrying someone he doesn't know. Darvia on the other hand is mostly just trying to not piss anyone off and get herself killed (and also not end up saddled with providing for her crappy parents again.)

How many chapters is your story going to have?

However many it takes to get through this! More than four, but probably less than 100. XD Unless something has gone intensely wrong, that is.

Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

It's fanfiction, obviously. I'm definitely planning on posting it on AO3, though other sites are unknown yet. I don't feel like figuring out my old ff.net account again and idk if it would do any numbers on tumblr since most of my posts here do very poorly.

When did you start writing?

Oh god. That's like asking when I started breathing. I know I have school journals from at least 4th grade of my fledgeling attempts at writing, if not even before then. I've been fascinated with stories my whole life and I don't think that will ever stop, though often my own brain gets in the way. (Not sure if it's executive functioning issues or just good old fashioned laziness but it's somewhere in there.)

Do you have any words of encouragement for fellow writers of writeblr?

READ BOOKS. I'm serious. Fanfic is great but sometimes grabbing an actually published, edited book is going to help get those brain wrinkles started again. And challenge yourself with those books sometimes too--you'd be surprised at how much technique you can learn just from reading something that's actually at your reading level or a bit higher. (Aka, as tempting as it is to just read YA forever, sometimes you need something with a bit more meat on it. Like finding a classic that interests you.) Most of all, experience stories of all kinds. Whether it's a good TV show or a comic book or what have you, there's always that wonderful chance it will spark some inspiration that leads to creating something amazing!

[500-moths-in-a-trenchcoat]

i'm expecting a tiktok exodus since this seems to be the bomb shelter of the internet. have another update/repost. NOW WITH HIGHLIGHTED MAJOR HOLIDAYS!

IT JUST HAPPENS

DAY 15 GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 15

Thursday the 20th

The Fifth of Wednesday

Second Week of May: Eurovision

Sometime in June: That One Halloween Post Starts Circulating

Sometime in July: Dancing Pumpkin Man Video/Gif

First Monday In September: Todaybor Day Is Labor Day

WEEKLY EVENTS (at least the ones i celebrate)

Every Monday: Garfield Hates Mondays

Every Tuesday: Tuck Him In Tuesday

Every Wednesday: It Is Wednesday My Dudes

Every Thursday: Out of Touch Thursday

Every Friday: Thank Gnome It's Friday

Every Saturday: Caturday

Every Sunday: Energy Sword Sunday

YEARLY EVENTS

January 1: Copyright Expiration Day

January 2: New Years, New Tears

January 8: Spiders Georg Day

January 16: Appreciate a Dragon Day

January 18: Bug Race

January 29: Threshold Day

All of February: Funguary

ALSO All of February: Femslash February

February 3: WOE, VANILLA EXTRACT BE UPON YE

February 8: King Taejong Fell Off His Horse

February 13: Galentines Day

February 14: Aromantic/Asexual Day

February 15: Annoy Squidward Day

February 18: Perserverance Rover's Birthday

March 9: Miku Day

March 10: Mario Day

March 14: Pi Day

March 15: Ides of March

March 23: Ever Given Got Stuck Today

April 1: Mishapocalypse

ALSO April 1: Staff Does Something Fun On The Dashboard

April 2: Dashcon Announcement Anniversary

April 3: Dannypocalypse

April 5: First Contact Day

April 8: Rex Manning Day

ALSO April 8: MARGARET THATCHER IS DEAD

April 13: Neil Banging Out The Tunes

ALSO April 13: Homestuck Day

April 19: Some Roman Made Bread Today

April 20: haha 420 blaze it

April 24: Josh Fight

April 25: The Perfect Date

April 28: Ed Balls Day

April 29: 94 Meetings Day

April 30: It's Gonna Be May

All of May: Mermay

May 3: Beginning of Dracula Daily

May 4: May the 4th Be With You

May 5: Revenge of the Fifth

May 6: Revenge Of The Sixth

May 7: World Language Day

May 25: The Glorious 25th of May

ALSO May 25: Towel Day

All of June: Pride Month

ALSO All of June: IT'S HALLOWEEN TIME TO GET SPOOKY

June 5: Barricade Day

ALSO June 5: RONALD REAGAN IS DEAD

June 12: Another Homestuck Day

June 16: Let Papyrus Say Fuck

June 22: Summerween

June 23: FUCK This Post And Happy Birthday Sonic

All of July: Disability Pride Month

July 11-13: Dashcon Anniversary

July 20: Moon Landing

August 5: Curiosity Rover's Birthday

August 30: Frankenstein Day

September 8: The Queen Is Dead and Sans Undertale Killed Her

September 11: Mole Interest Monday

September 19: Talk Like A Pirate Day

September 21: DO YOU REMEMBER-

All of October: SKELETON WAR

ALSO All of October: People Draw A Lot Month? (so many names)

October 3: Mean Girls Day

ALSO October 3: Fullmetal Alchemist Day

October 13: Treat Yo' Self

October 18: None Pizza Left Beef

October 20: Unnecessary Feelings Day

October 25: Homestuck Day The Third??

October 31: HALLOWEEN

November 5: Destiel Nevada Putin Elec'tion Covid Way

ALSO November 5: Doc Brown Invents Time Travel

November 19: Goncharov

November 29: HENRY KISSINGER IS DEAD

All of December: Will the Gävle Goat Get Destroyed Again?

ALSO All of December: WHY WEREN'T YOU AT ELF PRACTICE

ALSO All of December: Season's Greason's

December 4: Deny Defend Depose Day

December 10: Please, It's Christmas

December 12: Hawaii Part 2

December 23: Christmas Adam

ALSO December 23: Festivus

December 24: ALMOST CHRISTMAS MEANS IT WASN'T CHRISTMAS

ALSO December 24: Cabinet Man Day

December 25: happy chrismum

December 27: Porn Ban Effective Today

[autisticmudkip]

Donations have been slowing down for many Ghazzans for months now. Even before the ceasefire, families would often go for days without any donations.

After the ceasefire, Ghazzans still need your support. So many families have lost their homes, their health, and their loved ones. They need your support as the try to recover from this war, whether by rebuilding, evacuating to start anew somewhere else, or just affording medical care.

One family who has been especially struggling from a lack of support and donations is the Shamaly family @familymajed2. They have lost their homes and a brother, leaving his children orphan. In totally, this family includes 15 children.

$25,318 / $90,000 CAD

Donations have almost completely ceased for the Shamaly family. They have only received 3 donations in the last 25 days! They were amongst the earliest Ghazzan families to start fundraising on tumblr, but they have still only reached 28% of their goal, as donations keep stopping completely for weeks at a time.

I ask you, please lend your support to the Shamaly family. They have lost so much, and they deserve help as they recover and rebuild. Please, share and donate. Don't let them be forgotten.

Vetted #227 by nabulsi and el-shab-hussein

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@mai-monnie @nightydraws @mysteryvhs @theothergal @mere-glim 

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@crapscicle @dk65 @laz-laz-ace-pilot @greed-the-dorkalicious @kordeliiius 

@sweetsweethate @2blushie @antiauteur @acnologia-is-best-dragon @bitchmael 

@penelopiaad @laughtracklesbian @legallymean @b0nkcreat @z--z--wz--t-z

@nekomacbeth @ashirpa @relelvance @drag-on-dragoon @redphienix 

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@superwariomaker @zafiros @joshpeck @lukewarm-lesbian @bioh4zards 

[dannymayevent]

Dannymay 2024

Welcome back to Dannymay! We sincerely apologize for the delay this year, as we're releasing this just a day before the event is due to start. Life's been a bit hectic for all of us, but we're here now and ready to get this event started for you!

If you aren't aware, Dannymay is a yearly event where creators are given a daily prompt and are free to run with it! Any and all art is allowed; fanfiction, fanart, music, poetry, and anything else will be welcomed!

Feel free to complete as many or as few prompts as you'd like, and remember to have fun! When you're done, post your creations to Tumblr with the #Dannymay2024 tag so we can see it!

Like last year, we'll be compiling an ao3 collection under the tag Dannymay 2024, and we'll fire up the Dannymay discord for another year - the link is in our FAQ!

Full text prompt list and AU explanations are below the cut

Insect

2. Wish

3. Invisible

4. Wander

5. Nails

6. Immortal AU: What if Danny/Halfas couldn't die?

7. Mind Control

8. Style Challenge: A unique prompt to kick off the second week! Take the characters and draw them in the style of a different piece of media, or experiment with your own style and see what you can make!

9. Hunger

10. Mausoleum

11. Mutation

12. Time Travel

13. D&D AU: Drop the characters into the world of Dungeons & Dragons, or imagine them playing the game!

14. Light

15. Field Trip

16. Glowing Veins

17. Equilibrium

18. Revenge

19. Iron

20. Pitch AU: What if the show had aired as presented in the Pitch Bible, where Danny is a human with an owl named Spooky, rides a motorcycle, and has a psychic connection with Sam? For more information, the Bible has been uploaded to the Internet Archive

21. Funeral

22. Song Lyric: Just one week left! Take a line from a song you like and use that as inspiration!

23. Reflection

24. Electricity

25. Games

26. Shoes

27. Zombie AU: What if the ghosts were zombies, or what if canon Amity Park were to face a zombie apocalypse?

28. Healing

29. Fireworks

30. Goodbye

31. Free Day: You made it, thanks for participating in the event! For the last day, create anything you'd like!

[bettelaboure]

Can we have a fic of g dragon x reader showering together? (Fluff with a hint of spice maybe 👀) I absolutely love flirty g dragon especially how you wrote him in your recent fic and GODDAMN IM HOOKED-

⊹ After hours ⊹ | Kwon Ji-yong

⊹ Pairing: Kwon Ji-yong x Reader ⊹ Warnings: explicit language, sexual content, mutual teasing ⊹ Summary: after a long, exhausting day at work, all you crave is the comfort of Ji-yong’s presence. But when he sends you a teasing picture from dance practice, the heat between you builds, leading to an intimate reunion that neither of you can resist. ⊹ Authors note: It might be more spicy than fluff, but I hope you'll like it 🤍

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The tension in your body lingers even as you step out of the office, muscles tight with the weight of the day. Your job as a marketing analyst had drained you, endless reports, back-to-back meetings, and last-minute client demands leaving you mentally exhausted. You had barely touched your lunch, your only break being a few stolen moments to check your phone between tasks.

The office buzzed with its usual chaos—phones ringing, keyboards clacking, muffled voices discussing deadlines. Your coworker, Mina, peeked over the divider between your desks and smirked.

“Long day?” she asked, sipping her coffee.

“You have no idea,” you sighed, rubbing your temples.

“You’ve been smiling at your phone a lot. Ji-yong again?”

You nodded, unable to hide your grin.

“Must be nice having a sexy boyfriend who can dance,” she teased. “Is he finally taking you to one of his rehearsals?”

You rolled your eyes. “He’s always busy, and when he’s not, he’s too tired to do anything except sleep.”

Mina waggled her eyebrows. “I doubt that’s all he does when he’s with you.”

Heat crawled up your neck. “Mina!”

She laughed and leaned back in her chair. “I’m just saying, if I had a man like that, I wouldn’t let him out of bed.”

You swatted at her with a paper folder, shaking your head as your phone buzzed again.

11:47 AM Ji-yong: "Don’t forget to eat, baby. I know how you get when you’re busy."

12:02 PM You: "I’ll try. You too, okay? How’s practice?"

12:15 PM Ji-yong: "Exhausting. The choreographer is making us run the choreo until we drop. But I’d rather be dropping into bed with you."

You had smiled at that, cheeks warming despite your tiredness.

Later that afternoon, you had stepped into the break room for a coffee refill when Mina was gossiping with another coworker, Jisoo.

“You wouldn’t believe it,” Jisoo said. “That client from yesterday? Total nightmare. Had us redoing the entire campaign visuals. I swear I almost quit.”

Mina groaned. “This is why I stick to the research department.”

You chuckled, shaking your head as you poured coffee into your mug. “I think we all deserve raises after this week.”

Jisoo smirked. “Or at least a boyfriend who spoils us.”

Mina nudged you playfully. “Lucky girl over here already has one.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your amusement.

At the same time, Ji-yong was pushing through his own day, spending long hours at the dance studio. His bandmates teased him relentlessly every time they caught him checking his phone.

“Man, Ji-yong’s whipped,” Seung-Hyun joked, throwing a towel at him. “She’s got you acting soft.”

Ji-yong just smirked. “You’re just jealous.”

“Maybe,” Seung-Hyun admitted. “If I had someone blowing up my phone like that, I’d be smiling too.”

His phone buzzed again.

3:37 PM You: "How’s my favorite dancer doing?"

3:45 PM Ji-yong: "Sweaty. Sore. Thinking about you sitting at your desk, all proper and serious. Wish I could mess you up a little."

That message had made your thighs press together, a tiny thrill coursing through you.

By the time you shut down your computer for the day, another message had come in.

6:28 PM Ji-yong: "I’ll be home late. Try not to miss me too much.*"

Attached was a picture of him in the dance studio, sweat-slicked skin glowing under dim lighting, shirt off, toned abs and lean muscles fully on display. His sweatpants hung low, teasingly so, the band of his briefs peeking out. He knew exactly what he was doing. The smirk on his lips was undeniable, cocky, sinful.

The entire drive home, your mind wandered where it shouldn’t. You imagined what it would be like to have him right there, to take him against the studio mirrors, his breath hot in your ear, his hands greedy on your hips. You squeezed your thighs together at the thought, feeling heat coil deep in your stomach.

By the time you made it home, the apartment was quiet, still. The air was thick with anticipation, the kind only he could stir inside you. You discarded your bag, toeing off your shoes before heading straight for the bathroom, desperate to shake off the day and—hopefully—the ache that had settled between your legs.

Steam curled around you as you stepped into the shower, hot water cascading over your skin, easing some of the tension in your shoulders. But it wasn’t enough. Not when the image of Ji-yong, sweat-drenched and breathless, still played in your mind. Your fingers twitched at your sides before you reached for the showerhead, biting your lip as you adjusted the water pressure.

Heat bloomed across your skin as the water pulsed against you, each wave of pleasure making you shudder. Your head fell back against the tiled wall, breath quickening, soft whimpers lost beneath the sound of rushing water. Your free hand trailed down your stomach, teasing your own skin, your body already responding to the fantasy playing out in your head.

You imagined his hands on you instead, strong fingers gripping your hips, his lips tracing fire along your neck. Your thighs trembled as you moved the water in slow, deliberate circles, your breath catching in your throat.

You didn’t hear the door creak open. Didn’t hear the shuffle of footsteps. But you felt the shift in the air, the unmistakable presence of someone watching.

“Enjoying yourself, baby?”

Your eyes shot open, heart leaping to your throat. Ji-yong stood there, leaning against the doorframe, still dressed in his sweats and hoodie, hood pulled back to reveal tousled hair and a knowing smirk. His gaze roamed over your bare, dripping form, dark eyes filled with something dangerous, something that made your stomach clench.

“J-Ji-yong—” You scrambled to turn the showerhead away, to cover yourself, but he was already stepping inside, fully clothed, uncaring of the water soaking into his clothes.

“Don’t stop on my account,” he murmured, voice thick with amusement. “I like watching you fall apart.”

Your skin burned under his gaze, embarrassment and arousal tangling together. “I-I wasn’t—”

“You weren’t?” He tilted his head, a teasing lilt in his voice. “Didn’t look like that to me.” His fingers traced along your jaw, tilting your face up. “Were you thinking about me?”

Your lips parted, but the words caught in your throat. He chuckled, low and knowing. “You were, weren’t you? Thinking about me while you touched yourself?”

Your breath hitched. His hand slid down, ghosting over your collarbone, your chest, before resting on your waist, pulling you against his soaked clothes.

“You’re trembling,” he whispered, lips grazing the shell of your ear. “Are you that needy for me, baby?”

A soft whimper escaped your lips before you could stop it. His grip tightened.

“Tell me.”

You swallowed hard. “Y-Yes.”

His lips crashed against yours, demanding, searing. The taste of him—sweat, mint, something inherently Ji-yong—flooded your senses. His tongue traced the seam of your lips, coaxing them apart, deepening the kiss until you were gasping against him.

His hands roamed lower, gripping your hips before sliding around to cup your ass, pulling you flush against him. The hard press of his arousal against your stomach sent a fresh wave of heat through you. His fingers trailed lower, teasing the sensitive skin between your thighs. He exhaled a soft curse, lips brushing over your jaw.

“You’re already so wet for me,” he murmured, fingertips tracing along your inner thigh before pressing against you in a slow, torturous rhythm. Your breath hitched, your hands gripping his shoulders, unsure if you wanted to pull him closer or steady yourself.

“Let me take care of you,” he whispered, voice thick with hunger. His fingers moved in teasing circles, coaxing pleasure from you in slow, deliberate strokes, his other hand steadying your trembling body against the slick tiles. Every touch sent sparks of heat through you, drawing out gasps and desperate little whimpers that only seemed to fuel him more.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” His voice was a husky rasp against your ear, each word accompanied by a deliberate movement that left you arching into him, chasing the pleasure only he could give.

The shower wasn’t where it ended.

He carried you out, water still dripping from both of you, but neither of you cared. He laid you down on the bed, taking his time, exploring every inch of you with lips and tongue, drawing out every sound, every shuddering breath. His hands were both rough and gentle, teasing and possessive, pushing you to the edge only to pull you back, drawing out your pleasure until you were a trembling mess beneath him.

When he finally pushed into you, the sensation was overwhelming—deep, slow, intense. His fingers laced with yours, pinning them above your head, his breath coming in uneven gasps as he set an agonizing rhythm that sent you spiraling.

Every thrust, every whispered word unraveled you further, pulling you closer to the edge. The way he moved, the way he worshiped your body, left you utterly undone beneath him.

When release finally crashed over you, it was with a shattering force, leaving you breathless, trembling in his arms. He followed moments after, a deep groan spilling from his lips as he buried his face in your neck, holding you close.

For a long moment, neither of you moved, bodies tangled, breaths mingling in the quiet aftermath. Then, he pressed a soft kiss to your temple, his voice hoarse but tender.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, running his fingers through your damp hair. “And I’m never letting you forget that.”

And as you curled into him, exhaustion pulling at your limbs, you knew that no matter how long the day had been, there was nowhere else you would rather be.

The next morning, you woke up to the scent of coffee and the warmth of Ji-yong’s arms still wrapped around you. He nuzzled into your neck, voice husky. “Morning, baby.”

You turned to face him, smiling sleepily. “You made coffee?”

He nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Had to make sure my girl starts her day right.”

You sighed contentedly, curling closer into him. Maybe today wouldn’t be so exhausting after all.

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Taglist: @redhoodedtoad @sherrayyyyy @mirahyun

[stardustandash]

After doing this spoiler-free 50 questions about Rook, I kept thinking about all the other aspects of everyone's Rooks that would be fun to know about.

Here's 50 questions about Rook, with some mild spoilers in the questions, with endgame spoilers in the last 10:

What is Rook's first impression of Solas? Does it change after seeing his regrets?

2. What does Rook think of the Lighthouse?

3. Does Rook join Bellara and Lucanis on cooking rotations?

4. Did they save Minrathous or Treviso from the dragons? Why that city?

5. Which faction outside their own does Rook get along with the best?

6. Which area of the map is Rook's favourite to visit?

7. Did Rook ever encounter the Blight before the events of the game?

8. Does Rook like the room that Harding and Neve assigned to them? Or are they jealous of one of the companions' spaces?

9. Does Rook ever initiate activities with the companions? What kind?

10. What chore around the Lighthouse would Rook do without being asked?

11. What decor for the Lighthouse did Rook choose? Why?

12. Does Rook join book club?

13. Which companion did Rook romance? What was the moment they fell in love?

14. Which of the companions outside of their love interest is Rook closest to?

15. Which companion quest hit Rook the hardest?

16. Does Rook actively eavesdrop the Lighthouse banter, or is it something they hear in passing?

17. What is Rook's opinion on abominations, and specifically Spite?

18. Does Rook only wear armour from their faction or do they branch out with their appearances?

19. What does Rook think of living in the Fade?

20. Which god do they believe is the bigger threat?

21. What does Rook think of Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain?

22. Did Rook know any Dalish beliefs or lore before the game began?

23. What is their opinion on the death of the Titans?

24. Does the event that sent them away from their faction haunt Rook?

25. How did they end up travelling with Varric after meeting him?

26. What is their relationship like with Varric and Harding pre-game?

27. Does Rook like being in charge of their team?

28. Does Rook compare themself to the HoF, Hawke, or the Inquisitor?

29. What are Rook's first impressions of the Inquisitor?

30. Does Rook take their coffee black, cream and sugar, or drink tea instead?

31. What quest did Rook find the most disturbing?

32. Did Rook spare the mayor of D'Meta's Crossing?

33. Does Rook encourage their companions to stick to their dreams/traditions, or branch out into something new?

34. What's Rook's reaction to Solas using blood magic to bind them together?

35. Does Rook heed Solas' advice?

36. Does Rook think that witnessing Solas' regrets and going through his things in the Lighthouse is invasive, or is it collecting information on the enemy?

37. What does Rook always request on the shopping list?

38. Did Rook pick their spot at the head of the table?

39. Will Rook go into the pantry for snacks/ingredients while Lucanis is in there?

40. What does Rook think of Emmrich keeping Johanna's skull in his room and communicating with it? Do they join in on bullying her?

41. Where is Rook's favourite spot in the Lighthouse?

42. Who did Rook choose to lead the distraction group on Tearstone? Do they regret their choice?

43. How does Rook decide who to bring with them on quests?

44. Does Rook confide in anyone about their own problems?

45. Did Rook see the twist with Varric coming or were they blindsided?

46. What was Rook's reaction to learning they were gone for weeks?

47. What is Rook's mental state going into the final set of events in Minrathous?

48. Does Rook hold a funeral for their fallen companions & Varric after the game?

49. Does Rook feel guilty about how they got Solas to stabilize the Veil?

50. What does Rook do post-game?

+1 Does Rook carry any kind of trinket or talisman?

[goodeapple]

blue snowflakes (modern hotd, xmas edition ... daddy!aemond x oc)

pairing : Aemond x Ysilla (Rhaenyra'sDaughter!OC) but there's no overt incest in this one, you're welcome, normies

warnings : MDNI. ngl, this one is fluffy and tender as FUCK (too much christmas cheer me thinks). however, unprotected sex, sexual use of the word "daddy", Aemond's usual breeding kink, and way too many bad dad jokes lie ahead.

word count : 6,000+

note : merry christmas and happy holidays to all you lovely people. ty for such an amazing year. here's a little thank you from me to you. xx

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7:10. He finishes up a report that isn't expected until the first, the tap of his fingers anxiously loud on the keyboard. 7:15. He stokes the wood in the fireplace, warming his hands in front of the flames, his leg bouncing with restless energy. 7:28. He drains his whiskey glass and the burn licks down his throat before raging into his belly.

They should be here by now. Aemond does not freak out. That's not who he is- the grip he holds on his emotions never waivers. But as the time ticks and tocks on and he remains alone in his flat, his nerves start to sizzle until they singe. 

At 7:48, a frenzied knock on the door has Aemond moving across the floor in four long strides. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the roads were God awful, took us an hour to get down Main." Ysilla stands shivering as he rips it open. She stomps her Uggs for almost dramatic effect, the ice sticking to the boots melting in the warmth of the hallway. Aemond releases a slow and steady breath, the tight fist of anxiety in his chest loosening. The little thing holding strong to Ysilla's gloved hand is a marshmallow puff of bubblegum pink goosefeather down, her jacket done up to her muff covered ears. 

"Daddy, Daddy!" Dany shrieks, uncaring of the obvious chill that polishes the apples of her cheeks and the tip of her nose into a cherry red glow. She releases her mother's hand, dashing forward before almost immediately tumbling over her own feet and eating it in the foyer. 

Aemond catches his daughter without blinking, hauling her onto his hip and pressing a strong kiss into her temple. "Hello, my little dragon." A piece of him notches into place and suddenly, his eyes are brighter and his posture less stiff, his head clear and heart beating fonder. His beautiful Daenerys. 

He gestures Ysilla in and she nods her thanks, unravelling her spun scarf from her neck and toeing off her soaked shoes. Her own cheeks are burnt from the cold, her fine, fawn skin accepting the rosiness like an expensive blush. 

"You drove?" He asks his ex, his tone sharper than he wishes but he still means it. It's fucking gnarly outside and she decided tonight of all nights was the one to take a joyride?

Ysilla rolls her eyes, moving down the hall to the front room, speaking to him over her shoulder. "Yes, Aemond, we drove. I know how to do that."

He thought he fucked that attitude out of her a long time ago, but they haven't been together in awhile. Things change. 

"Where the hell is Erryk?" He sets Dany onto her feet, half listening and humming as his daughter rattles off every thought that pops into her head, leaving behind her a trail of winter wear she peels off that is every color of the pastel rainbow. 

Ysilla sniffs, her eyes roaming critically over his decorations. His assistant picked them out, and it's like she can smell it.

"It's Christmas, Aemond, I gave him the week off." 

Aemond doesn't growl but it's quite close. "I don't pay him to take a week off, Ysilla, I pay him to make sure my girls get to where they need to be safely." 

The glare she pins him with is colder than the wind howling outside. Aemond winces. He knows better than to let that shit slip. Ysilla will take a chunk out of him for saying things like that in front of Daenerys. It gives her false hope that Mummy and Daddy are getting back together, Aemond. She'd said. That had fucking stung. That was right after they separated, the echo of her loss (in their bed, in their flat, in his life) still disorienting him. His days blurred into one long line of droll goings until he at last got to see Dany again. 

"What's done is done, Aemond. I apologized for being late. Now drop it." 

She uses her mum tone and it's effective as all hell. Aemond bites his tongue and waves his metaphorical white flag, rubbing at the back of his neck briskly. Ysilla exhales deeply and lets the defensive line of her shoulders drop. She rummages through her bag, a Birkin he bought her for their first anniversary, and pulls out a long white envelope. 

"She wrote a note to Santa that neither you or I are to read, alright? We're supposed to leave it by the fireplace, next to Santa's cookies, and not peek. Right, Dany love?" Ysilla recites, tossing the sealed note onto the kitchen counter. Dany nods, bobblehead like, and smiles her big missmatched grin, baby teeth missing like blacked out windows in a building. Aemond chuckles, nodding seriously when his daughter shoots him a barbed look. 

"Daddy, it's important! We can't forget, okay?!" 

"Of course, Princess, don't fret. Daddy will make sure all goes well." Aemond ducks down to lock gazes with his daughter, wanting to ensure that she knows her feelings are heard. Ysilla laughs, so softly he almost misses it. She claps her hands once and father and daughter's eyes lock onto her intently. 

"Okay my love, are you all set? You have Frostfire and your letter is safe. Your Angelina Ballerina jammies are in your pack and so is blankie. Are we missing anything?" Ysilla picks at nonexistent lint at the cuff of her cashmere sweater, her fingers twitching along the fine fabric. Aemond gets it- this part is the worst, without fail. 

"Mumma, stay." Dany whispers, moving forward to clutch at Ysilla's sleeve with tiny, pleading fingers. His ex sighs and the sound rattles from her throat as it moves past the dense ball of emotion there. 

"Baby girl, come now, I'll see you next week. We'll go to Nana and Grandpa's and ring in the new year together. All of your cousins will be there too. Doesn't that sound like fun?" 

Dany keeps quiet, her chin drooping down to her chest, her midnight sprigs of bouncing curls curtaining her face from her parents. Ysilla settles on her knees, shrinking down in order to keep her daughter's focus. 

"And you're spending Christmas with Daddy. And Auntie Helaena told me she'll be here with you tomorrow. And so will- oh rūs, don't cry, it's okay." She coos, swiping away her daughter's tears with gentle thumbs. 

Aemond swallows thickly, squatting behind Dany and shrugging her out of her Bluey backpack. He bought it for her last month, going against the agreement he'd made with Silla to not buy her any presents so close to the holiday but shit, he couldn't help himself. She's his only baby- and it's not like he's expecting to have another with anyone any time soon. 

Dany sniffles, her voice gentler than a baby bird's chirp. "But but Mummy, you'll be alone." 

Between Ysilla's eyebrows crease and she blinks rapidly, the whites of her eyes illuminating with tears. Aemond wants to reach out, squeeze her hand, her knee, cup her cheek… but he doesn't do any of that. He isn't allowed to anymore. 

"I'll be okay, sweet pea. Mummy promises." Ysilla presses their foreheads together, dusting butterfly kisses all over her girl's face. Within seconds, Dany's weeping turns to giggles, to full belly laughter after Ysilla starts to press obnoxious wet smooches anywhere she can reach. The sunshine smile that bursts over Ysilla's face steals Aemond's breath away. 

"Bye baby."

"Bye baby." Dany parrots back, smothering herself into her mother's neck, her tiny arms lassoing around her tightly. Ysilla squeezes her back just as fiercely, refusing to be the first to break away. Dany finally relents, fists rubbing at her eyes, before shuffling to the couch to sit. Ysilla's legs shake as she stands and Aemond ghosts a hand over the small of her back in a quiet comfort. 

The parents take their cue to give their daughter some space and start to work their way out of the room. 

"You know I don't mind if you stay. Not going to be doing much but lounging around and eating too much sugary shit. You can have your old bedroom back. I'll even clear out a drawer for you." He can be funny when he wants to be, all earlier unpleasantries forgiven and forgotten. Ysilla lets him lift her spirits, her wobbly grin the best Christmas gift he could ask for. 

"The sock drawer was never the issue, Aem… it was the hair care drawer." He snorts as she giggles, tickled pink by her own joke. They reach the front door and he imagines the feeling he gets here is similar to greeting the edge of the plank. 

"Anyways, I have a hot date with a bubble bath and a bottle of Myrish rum- I can't cancel that again." It's not the best excuse, especially because her eyes are still glassy with emotion, but Aemond won't take a mile from his given inch. 

Ysilla turns to face him after throwing one last look down the hall. An eyelash has drifted to freckle her cheekbone, the bat of her lashes no doubt stirring it loose and Aemond doesn't think before he cradles her cheek, his thumb sweeping it away. He drops his hand as quickly as he'd raised it, the warmth flowing from her skin too enticing to trust himself with. 

She hesitates then, for a moment, before tiptoeing up and planting a soft kiss on his cheek. She braces her palm on the curve of his bicep and she squeezes at the muscle, and he presses into her as close as she'll allow. Her voice is softer than snowfall at his ear. "Merry Christmas, Aemond." 

He turns his head just so, and he brushes his lips at her temple, the same way he'd greeted Dany. His words from before echo like the groaning ghost of Christmas past. His girls. "Merry Christmas, Sill."

He holds the door for her, watching her walk out of his life yet again and definitely doesn't get an eyeful of her ass as she goes.

He shuts and bolts it, and how pathetic is it that he has to dig his nails into the doorframe to stop from chasing after her and giving his best Love, Actually airport reunion kiss in the elevator. He thumps his forehead against the wood. He wonders if he'll stop loving her sometime soon, because three years apart has done fuck all for healing his broken heart and it sucks. Aemond stops feeling sorry for himself long enough to look back into the flat. Dany stands alone at the end of the hallway, Frostfire, her ratty stuffed dragon she's had since birth, clutched by the wing in her fist and swinging by her side. Her giant ice blue eyes pierce through him, and the sad small frown on her lips matches his. God, this never gets any easier.

"Come on, baby girl." His daughter tucks her hand into his as he leads them to the sterling white marble kitchen. 

He makes it good, special he hopes. They press shapes into the sugar cookie dough, and then frost the somewhat recognizable snowflakes once they've baked and cooled. He makes her cocoa, begrudgingly adding more marshmallows after being suckered by her pouting face, but he doesn't truly mind. There's not one memory he has of doing any of this with his dad, and he'll be damned if Daenerys ever thinks for even one moment that he wouldn't want to be anywhere rather than right here, with her. He'd give her a cereal bowl of marshmallows if he didn't know that she'd puke them back up after her sugar rush would fizzle out. 

They crash onto the couch eventually, the sun long since set, the view from this high up making all of the far and distant lights twinkle like gleaming stars. 

They're watching a movie, the one with the bratty kid who gets left behind by his family when they leave for Paris. It makes Aemond's mind hit the snooze button but Dany giggles every time one of the Wet Bandits gets hurt, so he relents and just enjoys having her here with him. 

 A tepid knock at the door is nearly lost to him, a particularly gusty wind shaking the triple pane windows something awful, but it sounds again and Aemond frowns. He's not expecting anyone, certainly not on Christmas Eve. He wraps the throw blanket tighter around Dany as he leaves their nest, and jogs down the hall. 

"Yeah yeah, I'm coming." He says, loud enough to quiet the knocker from sounding again. He doesn't bother with the peephole, unlatching the deadbolt and pulling the door open with more than a little annoyance. 

Ysilla stands stockstill, doing her best to place first in a snowman lookalike contest, so many white specks of snow littering her dark strands that she nearly matches Aemond's icy coloring. 

"I tried, there's no way I can drive back home in that. Had to leave my car on the street, snow's too thick to get through."

"Jesus, Sill, you're like a fuckin' ice cube." Aemond all but yanks her inside, wincing at the freezing sting of her skin.

"Want me to call you an Uber?" That's the last fucking thing he wants, but he'd move mountains for her, even if it's in the direction opposite of him.

Ysilla shakes her head in the negative, her teeth chattering so hard that the clinking sounds like it hurts. "I tried- nothing's available. Not even with surge pricing, fuck's sake."

Aemond falls silent, grabbing a towel from the linen closet and pressing it into her trembling hands. She gives him an appreciative look and starts to dry her damp hair. 

"Mummy stay?" Tink tink tink, like a bell, Daenerys' voice floats down the hall, her head hanging over the edge of the couch to stare at her parents with a marvelously mischievous smile. 

Ysilla glances up at him, apprehension bright in her lavender eyes. He's still so close, he can smell the jasmine misted over her skin. Their sheets used to be soaked in it, a calling card she'd leave him with anytime she had to travel. He misses her so much, it makes his teeth ache, so who is he to question a Christmas miracle?

"Mummy stay." Aemond declares, stepping behind Ysilla to tug her coat off. He's selfish in his chivalry and he lets his thumbs trail down her arms as he undresses her, and he'd pay good money to know if her shiver is from the cold or his touch. 

Dany jumps to her feet, bouncing on the couch and screaming at the top of her lungs, "Yay! Mummy stays, Mummy stays!" 

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Aemond pulls the glass doors shut on the fireplace, watching drowsily as the glowing embers snuff out to a chilly charcoal grey. It's late, close to midnight, time lost somewhere between Elf and The Polar Express. He stands, wincing as his knees crack and pop and goes to sit on the arm of the couch. 

Enjoying the quiet, he gazes upon his girls. Wrapped up in each other, Ysilla and Dany are passed out and have been for at least an hour. After he'd gotten some food in Sill, he'd all but tucked the girls in together, listening to Dany happy chitter until she finally knocked out, sprawled on her mother's chest and nestled into her father's side. 

Not wanting to wake her but knowing her back will thank him for it later, Aemond shakes Ysilla's ankle gently. She stirs, blinking slow and heavy before she spots him, and Aemond has to swallow past the lump in his throat. That look had gotten them into trouble many times before- in the back of a limo on the way to an art gala, on a beach lounger while they holidayed on the Orange Shore, when they first toured this flat and he decided they should christen the kitchen island. Good times. 

Let's put her to bed. He mouths, not ready to break the stillness of the moment. Ysilla nods, flexing her arms around their sleeping child and starts to untangle their legs. 

Aemond rises, hovering over them and tucking his hands into Dany's armpits to lift her into his chest. She's getting too big. She's got to stop growing before Aemond has a mental breakdown over dating and prom dresses while she's still in nursery school. 

"Mumma, Daddy…" She's still asleep, her lashes fanning over her rosy cheeks and hair a moppy mess. Aemond rubs her back and Ysilla trails along next to him, brushing their daughter's curls out of her face. 

"Sleep now, my angel. It's almost Christmas. And when you wake up, Santa will have visited and left you something special."

"And read my letter?"

"And read your letter." Ysilla promises, pressing a lovely kiss to her forehead. She stays behind in the doorway, letting Aemond clear the pink frilly bed of a million stuffed animals before sliding Dany beneath the sheets. He clicks on her firefly nightlight and tucks Frostfire in beside her. 

"Sweet dreams, dōna hāedar." He's not a crier but he feels the salty sting in his nose. She's his one constant, his daughter, his heir. He'll never be more thankful for Ysilla than when she ignored her lawyer's advice and decided to split 50/50 custody. Losing her nearly killed him, if his daughter would've been lost to him too? Aemond's not sure he could've survived. He departs after a few more peaceful moments, clicking her door shut softly behind him. 

He stretches, a pleased groan escaping him as he heads back to the living room. The couch is empty and in a brief moment of dumbstruck panic, he wonders if Ysilla seized her opportunity and left. He knows she's happy to be here with Dany, but he also accepts that she's not happy to be here with him. 

The faucet flipping on in the kitchen snuffs out his dread and he follows the sound like it's a siren song. Ysilla washes their mugs methodically, her too long sleeves rolled up to her elbows. He'd given her one of his hoodies to dethaw in, and the emerald tone against her complexion makes him hungry. She finishes, turning the cups upside down on the drying rack before she towels off her hands. The smile she wears when she catches sight of him may be small, but it's genuine. 

"Hey."

Aemond grins, a puppy given attention, his metaphorical tail wagging wildly. "Hey. Sad you missed out on your rum soaked bubble bath?" 

Ysilla snorts, rolling her eyes at him good naturedly. "No, not at all. This was… nice. This was all very nice." She swallows hard, rolling down her sleeves so that they dip past her fingers again. "I enjoyed every second of it." 

"So did I. It was like old times." 

Ysilla grins, leaning her elbows on the counter. The only light in the whole flat is from the Christmas tree, the soft gold gleam painting the room alive with merriment. 

"We practically lived on that couch when Dany was born, you remember?"

Aemond smirks, relishing in the memory. He treads into the kitchen, closing the distance between them as naturally as he can. 

"It was closer to the food. And more spacious than the bedroom. It was an easy choice." 

Ysilla laughs at his recollection, an easy laugh that he always celebrated getting out of her. He hopes Dany will laugh like her, be joyous like her. Aemond doesn't have much of that gene to pass on.  

"You look good, Aemond." She gives him an up/down, and there's not enough light in here to tell if she's blushing. He gives her one back, taking his time on her legs and the curve of her thighs before the rest of her frame is swallowed up by his clothes.

"You do too, Sill."

She huffs, pinning him with a faux annoyed glare. "Are you going to agree with everything I say?" 

"Oh absolutely." Aemond deadpans, leaning in closer before giving her his cheekiest grin. 

Ysilla cranes her head back so she can keep their eyes connected, but she ends up breaking first, staring at something above him with a somewhat startled look. 

"Mistletoe…" She trails off, almost too quiet to catch. Aemond looks above him and sighs. 

"New assistant decorated. She has a thing for the doorman that lets her in here. Maybe she was trying to get lucky." 

He dismisses the hovering green foliage as quick as he'd noticed it but when he looks back to Ysilla, she's still staring. Transfixed, eyes twinkling. 

"Isn't it bad luck? To not…" He wonders if she can't bring herself to voice it aloud. To not kiss? Before tonight, they've barely been in the same room for more than thirty minutes in the last three years. Slipping each other the tongue is most likely a step way past their invisible boundary. 

Aemond steps closer and they're toe to toe. Ysilla's eyes snap to his and the gulp she takes is damn near audible. He wraps a stray curl behind her ear, hand drifting over to cup the soft edge of her cheek. He presses his thumb under her chin, making her raise her lips to nearly brush against his. He stares into her eyes, the drip of the faucet thunderous, and bends down. He kisses her forehead, eyes closed and his nose burrowing into her fringe, committing her floral pheromone to his memory. He stays there, listening to the labored breaths rise and fall in her chest, and soaks in the moment. 

He has to leave because if he doesn't, he'll start something he's not sure Ysilla will be able to stomach in the bright light of day. Like pulling teeth, he steps back, purposefully (shamefully) avoiding her beseeching eyes. He mumbles a goodnight, lips burning and craving another taste as he turns to exit.

He's spun back around by a firm hand twisting him by his sweater. Ysilla yanks him down to her level, his back pressing into the counter, and she slides her lips over his. A puppet on a string for her and her alone, Aemond's arms circle round her waist and he crushes her to him. It's as good as their first- no, better. He knows every spot that makes her sigh, she can find each nerve to set him off. It's as easy as breathing, when they're together and he lets himself enjoy it all.

Ysilla breaks away and she's breathing much harder than she was before. "Now that's a proper kiss." She whispers and he feels her lips perk up in a silly little grin that he doesn't see, because his mouth finds hers again and he loses himself in her.

He lifts her and she goes gracefully into his arms, winding her legs around his waist. He needs to get them somewhere they could go horizontal, wishful thinking and all that. He guides them to the couch, throwing himself down on it and pulling her in as close as space will permit. She settles on his lap, her leggings and his joggers doing nothing to conceal the massive hard-on that spells out her name. 

"And what do you want for Christmas this year, little girl?" Swiss, gouda, cheddar. The line is so cheesy but Aemond feels inspired by the holiday fair. That, and he's been bricked since she put on his clothes. He wants to get her naked as soon as possible and if he can fast track that by way of a stupid joke that's right up her alley, he can live with that. 

She nibbles at his earlobe before slithering her tongue up the shell of his ear. Her lips tickle the cartilage as she whispers and it makes him shiver. "I really want to make a joke about Santa's sack right now." 

"Christ, Ysilla." Aemond groans, letting an exasperated laugh bubble out of his chest. This is so his fault. 

"You know I'm funny." She cradles his face, angling his head to the side so that she can lick and bite at his neck. 

"Maybe. But what I do know for sure… is that you're the most stunning woman I've ever been blessed to see. And you are a magnificent mother to our daughter. And you were a phenomenal partner to me…" Aemond braces himself, a glutton for punishment. "And I fucked that up royally, didn't I?" 

He feels Ysilla frown and she straightens, sliding back to sit on his knees rather than on his dick. "Aemond, you know that's not what happened." 

He hmms noncommittally, mourning the route that they both steered away from. Sex over feelings is usually a no brainer for any man but this is a conversation that he needs to have. And from the way Ysilla's eyes dim down to a sad hue, it's one she needs to have too. 

"We're not together right now because I couldn't, how did you phrase it? 'Get my head out of my ass and straighten out my priorities'? Yeah, you hit the nail on the head there, baby. It was my fault." 

"That wasn't fair to you. I could've tried harder. I was so stressed after Dany was born, I didn't feel like myself. Didn't start feeling like myself again until nearly a year ago." She picks up his hand and she cradles it between both of her own, stroking at the rough rise of his knuckles. 

"If you're feeling like yourself again, does that mean you're seeing someone?" 

Ysilla looks like she wants to hit him and Aemond thinks he should let her. 

"Of course not, why would you even ask that?" 

"You seem happier as of late- or, at least that's what Dany says. Couldn't help but think it might be because of someone new." The thought makes him want to chew glass but he has to ask. He's got to prepare himself for another year of the only girl in his life being a pint-sized princess that demands he plays pony anytime they go to the park. 

"We're separated, Aem. Not divorced." She rolls her eyes and the expression she aims at him spells out duh.

"You're a catch, Sill. Any fucker would be lucky to have you. Plus, it's been three years. I wouldn't be angry if you explored something new." Liar, liar. 

"Yeah, three years where I was focusing on what was best for me and Dany. And that certainly wasn't a new lover." 

Aemond wants to dance a fucking jig in absolute glee but he suppresses it. "So… no one?"

"No one." Ysilla looks at him like she's afraid to ask the next question. "You?"

"There's no one but you. Never has been." The words flow out of him as if they'd lived on the tip of his tongue his whole life. 

She exhales, a long, heavy breath of relief before the most brilliant smile blooms on her mouth. Aemond feels lighter than a fucking feather, his own smile pulling tightly at his lips before they find their way back to one another, licking and lapping into each others' mouths. 

He rolls his hips up, selfish in his desire, and rubs his entire shaft up the hot line of her clothed snatch.

Ysilla tsks, biting his lip and wagging her finger in his face. "Un-uh, wrap it up, big boy."

"Thought you liked it when I go raw." He squeezes her hips, his thumbs tugging at the edge of her waistband. He dips below the elastic, stroking the hot, smooth skin over her hip bones. She rocks forward, a gasp slipping from her mouth as her covered center brushes at his tented cock. "You always came harder when I didn't wear a rubber."

She doesn't deny it, winding her arms around his neck and pulling him back to her mouth. Between kisses, she whispers, "Proof of that is dreaming of sugar plum fairies as we speak." 

Aemond hums around her tongue, pulling away to kiss across her jaw. "Y'know, only children always end up weird." 

Ysilla scoffs, leaning away and raising a fine dark brow at him. 

"I'm kidding." Aemond smiles, brash and bright, pressing an apologetic peck to her chin. 

"No you're not." She groans, widening her thighs as he starts to pull her leggings down. His heart is beating so fast, he can feel his pulse jumping in his neck. His hands worship the skin he bares, stroking her fine, supple softness. He gets her pants past her knees before he loses his patience and decides that's good enough. 

He shoves past his waistband, palming at his stiff shaft before pulling himself free. His cock springs up, weeping head finding her silk covered hole like a dart to a bullseye. His clever fingers hook around the crotch of her panties, pulling them to the side, his knuckles dragging across her wet lips like a ghost of a kiss. He will be eating out at some point tonight, lord willing. 

"You're right, I'm not… I want a boy." He slips the tip inside of her, just enough to get a taste of the warmth of her pussy. 

Their eyes lock and they don't break as Ysilla sinks down onto every rigid inch of his prick. Aemond's jaw drops, stupid to the pleasure of her steaming, slick cunt wrapping around him in such an embrace. It takes her a minute, wincing and whimpering as she goes until finally they're flush, thigh to thigh. 

"That's my girl, takin' it all." Aemond croons, palm finding the back of her neck and thumb stroking just under her hairline. That lights her fire, Ysilla gyrating in smooth figure eights, finding a rhythm that has both of them biting their lips to keep from shouting. 

"Fucckkkk, I missed this." Ysilla pants, head thrown back in absolute ecstasy. She doesn't skip a beat, riding his cock like she'd never left it. "I missed you. You feel so good, holy hell." 

Aemond spreads his knees further apart, letting her spread herself out, reaching deeper in her than before as a result. Ysilla bounces in his lap, the lights on the tree behind her haloing her into something festively angelic. She's some divine dream and Aemond will kill any man who dares to wake him. 

A sharp, high whine brays from Ysilla's throat and Aemond's hand slaps over her mouth roughly. 

"Easy sweetheart, you can't wake Dany up."

Ysilla moves her head back, Aemond's hand slipping away until she ducks forward and swallows two of his fingers. The wet, wiggly muscle of her tongue slides over his digits sloppily, soaking them in her saliva and reminding him exactly how she used to win every fight they would have. She sucks once more, letting him feel the strong flex of her mouth before she pulls off.  

"Then put something in my mouth to shut me up."

He kisses her, long and hard, before retreating and whispering at her swelling lips. "I'm not pulling out of this pussy, Silli girl." 

Ysilla's breath stutters, hips hitching as he shifts just right, her channel fluttering around him in tempo with her heartbeat. 

"Mmmmm, then shove my face into a pillow so I can scream for you."

The way Aemond maneuvers her without pulling out is honestly impressive. Face down, ass up, he manages to rid her of her leggings and knickers, baring all of her silky skin for him to gaze upon. She's got a phenomenal ass, backshots with her used to drive him mad. 

Taking full advantage of their new position, he sets a brutal pace, sliding in harsh and deep, his grip on her hips unyielding. When he pulls out, he lets himself miss the mark, gliding his cock between her puffy folds, his slit slithering up to kiss her clit. 

Ysilla gasps for air, pushing away the pillow she'd been smothering herself with. "That's it, that's it, yeah. Pound my pussy, Daddy." 

It's been a long time since they've played this game but without fail, Aemond's cock jerks in interest and his mouth floods with saliva. He's famished, he's fucking starving, and they only thing that can satiate him is the woman he made a mother. 

"Mmmm, this all for daddy? Makin' a mess on my lap, leavin' a puddle on my couch?" His voice has dropped, the rumble of it pulsing from his chest. His thrusts hit harder, punishing in a way that's similar to a spank on the rear.

"Yes, fuck, I've been wet since I put your hoodie on." Speaking of, she's still wearing it, the Oldtown High logo on the back faded and peeling. Aemond pushes it up to her shoulders until it bunches at the back of her neck. His big hands span the curve of her ribs until he finds himself a handful of her tits and kneads the heavy flesh. 

He can't fuck her like he wants to when their baby is sleeping in the next room, but he gets as close as he can. 

"Your body wants me, love. Couldn't pull out even if I fuckin' wanted to." He strokes at her belly, caressing the place she'd grown their girl. "I think she wants one more." He plants a kiss between her shoulder blades, her skin fucking blistering with heat. 

"Oh, fuck fuck fuck fuck!" She throws her ass back on him, fucking him in earnest until she can't abuse that spongy spot inside of her any longer. She freezes, muscles trembling and fists clenching, the poor throw pillow being shredded by her teeth, until her body goes lax, and the vice grip around Aemond's cock loosens. 

His balls draw up, the edge of his spine burning in need, and he curses with gritted teeth. "Christ, Sill, tell me to pull out. Tell me baby, make me." She's the only one that gets to see him like this- unraveled at the seams and flying apart, unable to control himself when presented with the object of all of his fantasies.

"Mmmm no, so warm," she slurs, her cheek smushed against the couch cushion. She wiggles back against him, a sinful invitation to grab hold and let go. "Fill me up, Aem. Give me your load, come on." 

"Fuck yesss." He hisses, obeying as commanded, pistoning in and out of her pretty cunt before he's a goner, grunting as he cums deep in her greedy womb. 

He slouches on top of her bonelessly, the aftershocks stinging through his entire lower half, his breaths choppy and uneven until the wave retreats, and the feeling comes back to his toes. He slumps to his side, rolling off of her, yanking up his joggers and tossing a throw over Ysilla's alluring backside. 

His wife props her head up on her hand, staring at him with a sated, sleepy expression. 

"Santa came early this year." 

Aemond doesn't react except to say, "If that's a cum joke, I'm kicking you out." 

She breathes out a laugh, shoving at his shoulder. "No you perv, I meant my Christmas wish. It came true."

Aemond smiles, every bit of him happy to sink into the couch while watching her talk. 

"Care to share?" 

Ysilla blushes, as if she didn't just get creampied. 

"I wished for a really good orgasm, preferably with my baby daddy." She plays footsie with him, looping her ankle around his calf and ushering him closer. "Also, I wished for multiple. As many as he's willing to give me. Just so you know."

He kisses her because he can and because he missed doing so. He lurches forward until she's underneath him, their hands going to the other's shirts and ridding them of the suffocating material. 

"Ho ho ho, baby mama."

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They both keep their word and don't read the letter, tossing it into the lit fire the next morning before Dany stumbles out and screeches Happy Christmas! to her poor, sleep deprived parents. 

The flames eat the careful, crooked scrawl in seconds but the words seem to have manifested to life as Dany watches her mother and father blush every time they bump into one another. 

Dear Mr. Claus,

I know I wrote you a letter last week but I have changed my mind. Please tell your elves to forget the dolly. What I truly want is for my Mummy and Daddy to be back together. They smile more when they're together, and I do too. This is my one Christmas wish and I will be very very very sad if it does not come true, so please try real hard, okay? Okay. Thanks alot alot. I wish you the best of luck with everything! 

PS: If you happen to have a spare dolly in your bag, I won't say no to it. 

Love, 

Daenerys Aemma Targaryen

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rūs . baby

dōna hāedar . sweet girl

[jamieontheroof]

Random things I noticed while playing What Remains Of Edith Finch

There was a poster of the cannery that Lewis worked at on the boat.

2. Edith Jr wears what appears to be an engagement on a necklace. Whether this is her ring or her mothers is not mentioned.

3. At the start of the game, Milton's missing posters are EVERYWHERE. There is even a giant pile of them in a nearby lake.

4. The dragon slide that crushed and killed Sven is still outside.

5. As you walk toward the house, the music gets louder.

6. The swing that Calvin flew off decades ago is still looped around the branch.

7. There was a spare peep hole in the garage that didn't have any names or dates on it.

8. At multiple points throughout the game you can hear a train in the background, despite the fact that the train tracks are clearly destroyed.

9. There are multiple pots throughout the Finch house that looks like they have eyes.

10. One of the books the Finches possessed was 'King in Yellow', a book known for making anyone who read it insane.

11. The house sounds alive, or like there are people constantly moving around it.

12. Walters bedroom is painted with both ocean and train designs. One of the paintings is the old house that Odin tried to bring to America.

13. There are drag marks on the ground of Walters bedroom (most likely made when his drawers were taken out of his room.)

14. The entrance to the tunnels is hidden by a book called 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, a classic sci-fi story about a sea monster.

15. Molly's room is filled entirely with animal books.

16. There is a jelly fish on Molly's bed (possible connection to the monster??).

17. Molly has a chalkboard in her bedroom where she is a princess in an underwater castle and Sven is about to get attacked by a sea monster (slightly resembling the dragon slide).

18. As shark!Molly starts falling down the cliff, she passes a road where headlights are briefly scene.

19. When the monster gets back to Molly's room, the window that cat!Molly jumped through is still open.

20. There are still Christmas decorations in Molly's room.

21. The curse is 500 years old. That is a lot of dead people.

22. In Odin's viewfinder, it states "His [Odin's] daughter, Edie, is already dreaming of new Finch house" showing that even though her own father died not even a week ago, Edie has already moved on.

23. The house is filled head to toe with books about death, including two that Odin wrote.

24. Sven's shrine does not have a log painting like the rest of the family. His portrait is painted on a simple canvas.

25. Edie has a number of strange tapes in her room including one titled "conspiracy now".

26. The toys from Gregory's final bath are still in the bathroom.

27. There is an old bottle of alcohol in the bathroom bin.

28. A lot of Sam's photos are based on Calvin (a swing, astronauts).

29. All of Milton's drawings are based on the death. (Molly = cat, Barbara = pumpkin)

30. There are cigarettes and gin on Sam's side of the room he shared with Calvin.

31. Calvin already had bruises, Band-Aids and a cast on his leg when he died.

32. Sam blames himself for challenging Calvin.

33. In the story, Calvin doesn't fall. He keeps flying.

34. Barbara's birthday cake is still in her room.

35. Barbara is holding crutches in her portrait.

36. There are totem-esc styles statues of both Calvin and Molly

37. Barbara's outfit is over the railing.

This is the same way the Hook-Man falls

38. "Performance of her life" can also mean that it is the performance she is known for.

39. There are spare portrait logs in the basement.

40. There is a fake window in the basement.

41. Edie's grave is finished despite her dying and then nobody else going to the house.

42. There is no grave for Milton.

43. Lewis' grave has a crown on it.

44. There are times wear it seems like you can hear sobbing (this one may just be me).

45. There is a box of Kay's old stuff in Sam's bedroom.

46. Odin has a park named after him.

47. This isn't a fact but I think this may be one of the funniest photos of the game (LIKE SIR? YOUR DAUGHTER IS SOBBING!).

48. Both Calvin and Dawn are on Sam's shrine.

49. Gus has a skateboard over his name.

50. Gregory has the soap bottle from his final bath in his shrine.

51. The music cuts out when Gregory isn't moving.

52. Same also blames himself for Gregory.

53. Gus never met his step mother.

54. Gus was crushed by the (totem) statues of his deceased relatives.

55. Dawn's light switch is the only one on

56. Most of the rules are about past deaths. (No playing outside without permission : Calvin, No answering door for strangers : Barbara, No messes after dark : Molly (???)).

57. Milton's garden has a castle (reference to the Unfinished Swan)

58. There is a small Sanjay shrine in the classroom

59. Edith JR did an assignment on her family history.

60. Lewis drew on his desk.

61. There is no death date for Milton on his peephole.

62. Edith JR wrote Milton's death date as 2003 (the year he disappeared).

63. The door from the flip book is in Milton's room.

64. Lewis' dream Palace is decorated with fish.

65. The gnomes scattered around the house are outside the original house in Edie's story.

66. The credits roll in reverse order.

AND THAT'S IT!! I had a few others I thought didn't need to go in.

[morrotober]

Morrotober 2024 Prompts

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Happy almost Morrotober everyone!

Week 1: Elements/Nature (October 1 - 6)

Oct. 1: Elements || Elemental Inheritance || The Difference between Wind and Air

Oct. 2: Water || Downpour || “There’s always a first time.”

Oct. 3: Opposites || Shadows || “Long before time had a name…”

Oct. 4: Dragons || “Where did you get that?”

Oct. 5: Airjitzu || Temporal Displacement

Oct. 6: Colors || “Red is for rage”

Week 2: Reflection/New Beginnings (October 7 - 13)

Oct. 7: Childhood || Full Potential || “Back in my day…”

Oct. 8: Curses || Empty Titles || "You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?"

Oct. 9: Self Discovery || Inner Peace || “I’ll try again.”

Oct. 10: Reflection || Mirrors || Death

Oct. 11: Rot || Mold || “If only I could go back.”

Oct. 12: Memory || Fate vs Destiny

Oct. 13: Crimes || Smothered || Regrets

Week 3: AUs/Free Week (October 14 - 20)

Oct. 14: The Lego Ninjago Movie || “You want me to go back to school???”

Oct. 15: Trying New Things || Baffled by Technology || “Please don’t touch that”

Oct. 16: In Another Life || Disney Villain || "Is that magic?!"

Oct. 17: AUs || Free Day 

Oct. 18: Bow and Arrow || “Put that away!”

Oct. 19: Reading || Movies || “This is better.”

Oct. 20: Outfit Swap || Zero to One Hundred

Week 4: Celebration/Festivities (October 21 - 27)

Oct. 21: Day of the Departed || Remembrance 

Oct. 22: Rice || Ketchup || “I’m hungry, can we eat yet?”

Oct. 23: Snacks || Cooking || "I think that's enough, don't you agree?" 

Oct. 24: Gardens || Flowers || Love

Oct. 25: Climbing || Sunny Day

Oct. 26: Dancing || Music || Laughter

Oct. 27: Gifts || Heirlooms || “I did it for you.”

Week 5: Halloween/Spooky Vibes (October 28 - 31)

Oct. 28: Pumpkins || Moon || Cats

Oct. 29: Ghosts || Hauntings || “I would never leave you.”Oct. 30: Costume Party || Witches || Potions Oct. 31: Halloween || Candy || Bats

[wyndscale]

dragonkin ask game

hey there! since this year, the year of the dragon, is getting to its end, i decided to come up with some questions for dragonkin and other draconic beings in the alterhuman and plural community. these can be used for personal use in blogs and are free to use for "draconic question of the week" pings on discord, for example. i will explain the reason for those and what i plan to do with them below the questions after the cut. i hope you will have fun with those.

questions under the cut

1. when did you find out you are a dragon?

2. what kind of dragon are you?

3. when did you join the dragonkin/alterhuman community?

4. what are some unique features of your dragon self? can be related to your body, your powers or your behavior.

5. what do you think of the representation of dragons on earth?

6. do you have memories of being a dragon in a past life or concurrent life?

7. what do your shifts look like, if you have any?

8. what does your species' diet?

9. do you have a breath weapon? if yes, which one?

10. do you know your dragon body's size?

11. do you hoard?

12. how does your draconity influence you irl?

13. do you feel species dysphoria sometimes?

14. what did/would your habitat look like?

15. are you territorial? can be a place(s) or other beings.

16. what do you think about the dragonkin/alterhuman community?

17. do you use a special vocabulary related to your draconity?

18. does your species have a special language or alphabet?

19. do you have a pack/clan or are you on your own?

20. where do you spend the most time? outside in nature or in your cave (at home)?

21. what is your favorite dragon media? is it a book series, a show, a video game or something else?

22. have you ever met a dragon like you or similar to you?

23. do you consider your identity spiritual, psychological or something else? do you use these labels at all?

24. do you have any other identities beside being a dragon?

25. do you own any gear (tails, horns, jewelry etc.) related to your draconity?

26. how does your species communicate primarily? do you use speech, sounds/vocals and/or body language?

27. is your dragon self animalistic/feral or sapient?

28. do you have a visual description of yourself or something that looks similar to your dragon body?

29. do you have any body modifications (tattoos, implants etc.)?

30. are there any dragons/other dragonkin who inspire you?

31. free space

the reason i made this ask game is because i will try to answer every one of the questions during the last month of the year of the dragon. this is a sort of "dragonkin ask game/challenge", and you can try it too, if you want.

thank you for taking a look <3

[great-and-small]

I need people to see my goober and how pretty she is

She looks like she belongs on the cover of some random YA fantasy novel about dragons that you rent from the school library in 5th grade and become completely obsessed with for weeks then forget about entirely until you’re 28 and you suddenly remember the entire thing out of nowhere and realize it actually played a huge role in shaping who you are as a person.

[vigilskeep]

Do we have any canon information on Viago’s age? I tried looking it up but didn’t find anything really, and it’s bothering me. I want to figure out the age gap and stuff with my rook de riva….

we do not! but let me break down the numbers with which we can guess at one so you can all suffer with me through this

ok so apparently, based on, like, comics writers on message boards, we know the comic series where teia and viago make their first tiny appearance, in ventus, is set abt 9:44 dragon. in eight little talons, the tevinter nights short story we get most of our teia and viago knowledge from, they talk about the ventus job like it happened quite recently. it’s the most recent time they worked together, and they don’t act like it’s been that long apart. so let’s say for the sake of argument that we can put eight little talons at roughly 9:45 dragon. i think that basically checks out with the timeline on the antaam occupation (which in eight little talons is on the horizon but hasn’t begun)

what we do know about ages in eight little talons is that teia is 28. so in 9:45 viago is older than 28 and old enough to remark on her being “the youngest talon in history”, but young enough that a 28-year-old is into him with no remark from either of them on him being particularly older or any kind of a large age gap, which given how truly endlessly insecure he is here about whether she’s really into him or just playing around, i feel would come up if it existed. so in his 30s... somewhere? which would mean he was born between 9:06 and 9:15 dragon

dragon age: the veilguard takes place somewhere between 9:49 and 9:54 dragon. (i know.) the veilguard character creator says it’s eight years since the breach (9:49). patrick weekes on bluesky plus the date for thirty years ago featured in the online short story the flame eternal say it’s 9:52. and john epler in a bioware discord q&a says it’s ten years since trespasser (9:54).

so if you believe he’s 30 in eight little talons and that the game is set in 9:49 then he’s 34. but if you believe he’s like 38 in eight little talons and the game is set in 9:54, then he’s 47.

conclusion: ????????

i guess ignoring everything said or published prior to the game, trusting the game itself, and committing to 9:49 veilguard is the smart move though. so that cuts down our variables. if we accept the 9:49 date and that he was in his 30s in 9:45 then he’s... somewhere from 34-43 in veilguard

a further note is i believe the datamined files for veilguard say that teia is 28 and viago 32. this can’t be true because teia was 28 in eight little talons which, even if it wasn’t in 9:45, was definitely at least a couple of years ago. but you could take that as their canon age gap and make viago 32 in eight little talons and thus born in 9:13 dragon and 36 in veilguard? if you felt like it.

[dunmeshistash]

...how long does mana sickness last? for marcille it seemed like a game-ender for her, she seemingly couldn't recover in a week's time without drinking the undine, but mithrun just straight up is better in like. A day? An hour?(at thistles house) is he just built different? Maybe more offensive magic like marcille's explosions make it harder for you to recover?

In that case it wasn't mana sickness it was loss of magic power

"Couldn't recover in a week's time" she probably could! But they were rushing to save Falin, and they had to survive in the dungeon while she recovered, they already had a party that was too small and were getting deeper into more dangerous parts of the dungeon, they wouldn't have been able to keep going with Marcille not being able to fight that's why Laios wants her to go back

This is the timeline of events of this part, drained of magic on 3/22 and having to fight the dragon on 3/24 barely a day to rest, she would be in a weakened state in a deep dungeon floor and would have to fight the dragon (here's the timeline I'll be using if you want to check)

She even gets drained again after fighting Thistle, they fight thistle on 3/25 and by 3/28 when they find the Dryads she's still too weak to fight, but the next day (after a good meal) she's okay enough to fight the Cockatrice (she gets petrified but cant blame lack of magic it was lack of Laios)

Now for the Mithrun timeline, he faints from lack of magic after they eat the roasted walking mushroom and rest for a bit (I imagine he was already with low magic before from the floor one fight and then teleporting them around to stop the fall and overworked himself?) that was on 4/4

The next day he continues to be weak and faints just from teleporting them away from the wolves so he's still drained

The next day he's once again forced to use magic to teleport the griffin away, he manages not to faint but he's clearly still unwell

The day after that he doesn't need to use magic they just need to take a bath to get rid of the mushroom spores, and finally the next day they're rescued

So he first faints on 4/4 joins with the canaries on 4/8 and they only arrive at thistle's on 4/13 I believe. So he had at least 9 days from the first time he ran out, he was still VERY weak in the next few days after fainting which would be the situation Marcille would have been in for the Dragon fight if she hadn't eaten the undine.

He doesn't get drained after this does he? After fighting Marcille for the first time Kabru does say this, but he's not drained he's "on the verge"

After that Mithrun was "forced to rest" for a bit before fighting again so maybe not being fully drained and resting helped him have enough for that last hurrah when fighting Marcille?

Just checked their fight and he only uses magic to heal himself once and then one other time to teleport, even Marcille calls his bluff, that was probably his last drop now that I notice

But even with all that Mithrun is stronger than Marcille (The canaries are specialized in defeating dungeons after all they're all strong and used to combat), Kabru even mentions he has lots of stamina for an elf. They aren't really eating well these few days waiting for rescue so I imagine this contributes to why it took him a while to get better during that, he's also used to forcing himself to the extreme so even if he is almost running out in the Marcille fight he would force himself to the last drop (as he does)

Anyway, maybe it seemed like he recovered super fast during ch62 since it all happens in one chapter but it actually takes him a couple of days to get back to 100%

[flygefisk]

don't have the energy for more than these rn but! remy & lux!

remy (pitbull/snapper, he/him, full name remedy) is a retired gladiator. he fought his way out and was granted enough money to purchase a piece of land far, far away from the city where he was imprisoned. he built a farm on that land, where he grows his favorite fruits & vegetables & raises a small hive of giant bees and a few giant spiders. he only has to interact with others once a week when he sets up at the town's market.

remy is gruff, hard-working, and has absolutely no respect for authority. he's ultimately a pretty sweet guy, gentle & generous- the little old ladies in town adore him.

lux (deer/unicorn hybrid/imperial, he/they?, full name luxury) is a prince in hiding. his mother, the queen, was horrible, both to her country and her family. after her assassination, his family began receiving more frequent and vicious threats from both her allies and enemies (mostly the allies). so his eldest sister decided the heirs would be safer elsewhere. she placed lux with remy for two reasons: one, he's about as far as you can get from the capitol while still in the kingdom, and two, he hated the queen, so he'd have no reason to work with any loyalists who may come sniffing around.

lux acts like a spoiled little party boy (not entirely untrue) to hide his crippling self-loathing. he was a disappointment in every way to his mother, which is something he's quite proud of, but worries the few he respects feel the same. haughty, self-centered, and deeply rebellious- he in fact assisted those responsible for the queen's death.

remy only agreed to take lux in for the generous pay packet and the promise that lux would work to earn his keep. lux was… less than enthused about this arrangement. him, work? in the dirt?? get mud on his clothes?? in his hair???

some fun (?) facts about them:

remy is a trans man. he'd lived as a boy since early childhood, but didn't really choose his name til he escaped the ring- remedy to represent healing and commitment to a peaceful life after so much violence. he escaped at 24, and is 28 when lux arrives.

remy had a rough start. homeless orphan living with a group of small time criminals, then the king died and the queen instituted a crueler guard force and awful punishments. he got arrested one too many times, and the new sentence for repeat offenders was gladiatorial combat. he was seventeen.

remy has 1 (one) tiddy. he'll tell you the story- bitten off by a chimera! or maybe burned away by a dragon. or popped off by a kraken? the real story is honestly just as dramatic- it happened in the ring. an opponent chopped through it, remy made the final slice and dared them to do the other. they did not. they also did not leave that fight alive.

remy is also missing a pinky finger and most of his ears and tail, all taken as punishments by the ring guards. they docked his ears for insinuating he'd fucked a nobleman's wife (he hadn't, but did after that). they took his pinky for saying a visiting duke liked it up the ass (he had, in fact, greatly enjoyed remy's visit). and his tail... was for mooning the queen.

remy raises bees for honey & eggs, and spiders for silk. the bees are large chicken/smallish turkey sized, and the spiders range from large dog to cow sized depending on breed. he also has a mantis who herds the spiders & guards the bees at night. he makes mead with the honey and sells/trades the silk to a weaver in town- she once made him a very very cozy blanket as a thank-you.

lux wasn't really given a chance to be anything but cishet growing up, and little changed as an adult, given the expectations placed on royalty. in the peace of the countryside, he starts questioning that. grows out his hair, tries on skirts. he never really picks a label or even pronouns- any are ok. he's 26 when he arrives at remy's door.

lux's father was the unicorn, his mother the deer. his father died when lux was ~10 (supposedly of heart disease, which is unheard of in unicorns- most now believe the queen poisoned him to become the sole leader). he was a much better ruler than his wife, and the country took a nosedive after she took power. lux misses him very much.

lux looks more like his mother, which he hates- he inherited his father's long tail and silky hair, but only a teeny horn on his forehead. his eldest sister beauty is their father's spitting image, and his older brother treasure inherited his glittering coat. (lux never grew out of his big ol' fawn/foal ears)

lux's mother named all her children things she wanted them to embody (from oldest to youngest: beauty, marvel, treasure, luxury, splendor), not because she wanted them to be happy, but to show them off. she treated them less like children and more like trophies. she was especially proud of lux's antlers, they grew in early and elegant- he chopped them off and they never grew back properly. he still cuts them back every season.

lux does grow to love farm life. he misses some of his home, of course, and goes back every so often once things settle, but he'd rather stay with remy. he loves the bees, and especially loves mulberry, the herding mantis (she's very spoiled for a working bug)

these guys actually started as d&d npcs several years ago- they were a half-orc and a high elf, but otherwise pretty similar. i forget the whole story, but i remember remy crit during a fight and killed an enemy with a carrot lmao