#fine it may be a lil bit impressive

[3verythingiknowaboutlove]

the limit does not exist!

how spencer helps college!reader understand a little calculus and therefore understand how he loves her.

MDNI | smut word count: 1931 warnings & tags & stuff: fem reader, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), lil bit of overstim hehe, pure unbridled affection, LOVE, FLUFF, hugging, reader cries, this was in fact meant to be written for spence's birthday... sorry about that school is kicking my butt lets just pretend it's october! author's note: this one is for my folks who HATE their calculus class and want spencer reid to give them head instead <3 maybe this can help you romanticize it a bit. i think this is classified as self indulgent…like REALLY self indulgent… hah... anyway i hope you enjoy! let me know your thoughts if u have any, i loveeeee you!! have a great day my hands are shaking posting this smut is so scary!!!!!

You sat in bed, staring down your notebook, eyes narrowed. Limits stared back at you. You were just about at your own limit, if you were being honest. 

Your brain, however sharp and witty it may be, is absolutely not one designed for calculus. A literary analysis essay? Done in half an hour. In depth scientific research project? Easiest months of your life. But there’s something about finding the instantaneous rate of change of a curve at one point in time by finding the slope of a tangent line that hasn't clicked yet. 

A slew of other papers- notes, practice worksheets printed from obscure websites, and formulas- surround you, a sea of unfinished thoughts from the past month of the semester.

You bite on the end of your pen, the little hope you had for a good grade in this class slipping further and further away with each passing moment, like the last ember dying in the remains of a fire.

What you really wanted to be doing was celebrating Spencer’s birthday with him right now. A chocolate cake lay on the kitchen counter and pasta simmers on the stove, but you and your boyfriend had agreed to do a solid hour of work before the celebrations ensued.

You were never particularly strong willed when it came to following through on such agreements.

“Teach me calculus,” you say, a very impressive three minutes later, flopping down on the couch. Your head makes its way to its forever resting spot, Spencer’s lap. He raises his eyebrows slightly, thumb reaching out to trace over the slope of your nose. His eyes flit between you and the file to the side of him. 

“I thought we agreed on an hour.”

“Yeah. But it wouldn’t be a very productive hour if I didn’t know how to do what I have to do. And I missed you.” 

He sighs quietly, closing the file next to him. 

“What do you not understand?” You smile at that, loving how quickly you won.

“Related rates. Like, conceptually.” 

Spencer hums in response.

“It’s October. You’re not even supposed to know related rates yet.”

“Fine. Then let's open presents,” you respond, smiley. His eyebrows get impossibly higher, hand stroking your cheek delicately.

“No. I want our night to be a little more stress free when we celebrate, okay? How about you think about that lovely cake you made for me. What if I decided to squash it so that the diameter would get bigger, going from…let’s say, 20 centimeters to 26 centimeters in 3 seconds, and the height would get smal-”

“That wouldn't be nice. It took me like four hours,” you interrupt, grumbling. He cracks a smile.

“For the sake of the example, let's say I was an awful boyfriend and really wanted to ruin all the hard work you put in for me.”

You roll your eyes.

“Hey,” he says, hand moving down to touch your jaw softly. “Don’t do that. Don’t be difficult. I’m helping you.”

“Sorry. I guess I need you to zoom out a little. I don’t really get why I’m learning this as a whole.” Spencer’s eyes pore into yours, staring down at you adoringly for a small moment as he comes up with an answer.

“Calculus helps us begin to explain the unexplainable by harnessing what we can,” Spencer says simply. “Einstein once said that, ‘Pure mathematics is, in its way, the poetry of logical ideas,’ which makes it simple in practice, but I actually like to think about it as the opposite philosophically. Trying to find logic in the more poetic ideas.”

You cuddle deeper in his lap.

“Think he would agree with that?” you ask. “I do answer to Einstein before you, unfortunately.” Spencer bends down to kiss your hair.

“I think so. He also had a really nice quote where he remarked that, ‘Gravitation cannot be held responsible for people falling in love.’ He said, ‘How on earth can you explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love? Put your hand on a stove for a minute and it seems like an hour. Sit with that special girl for an hour and it seems like a minute. That's relativity.’”

Spencer takes a deep breath.

“Math doesn’t explain how I love you. It can’t. But I love the fact that it tries to. It kinda makes you wanna learn it as best you can.”

You process that for a long second and nod. He keeps talking.

… 

Presents get opened, and cake gets eaten before dinner. Of course.

You’re now in bed, on top of the covers, forcing Spencer to give you a fashion show of the new sweater vest and tie you got him. He turns to you after putting it on, and you beam. 

“I really like it. You look great. Do you like it?” you ask. He nods, smiling back at you.

“I’m gonna wear it to work tomorrow.” 

You beckon for Spencer to come closer, sitting up in bed. Your hands go out to the tie, tugging at the knot softly. He stares down at you until eventually interrupting your motions with a slow kiss, hands cupping your face.

“You’re so pretty,” he mutters.

He pulls away and finishes what you started, folding the tie neatly and setting it in the drawer. Then comes the vest, and soon enough, he’s just in his boxers.

“You’re the pretty one,” you say quietly. “Come to bed.” He crawls on next to you, tugging you into his arms. “Happy birthday, Spence. I love you.” He dips his forehead to your shoulder.

“I love you.”

Before you know it, he’s shifted on top of you, moving down. Fast. You blink, hard, trying to rid your head of the hazy endorphins as you register what he’s doing.

“What? No, I was gonna do that. It’s your birthday. You don’t have to,” you protest.

“But I really, really want to, darling girl,” he murmurs back, kissing your knee and softly pushing it to the side.

You fluster and Spencer just looks at you, fingers tracing shapes on your waist, waiting for you to be ready. 

“Well. Um. Okay. If you insist. I can’t really deny the birthday boy.” Your voice is small, and a little giddy smile grows on your face. Of course Spencer Reid would want to give you head on his birthday. 

He smiles a little against the bare skin of your hip where your top meets your shorts. Then he meets your eyes. 

“You know you can, though, right?” he asks, voice a little more serious. You reach out to touch his hair softly. 

“Yeah. I know.”

Fingers hook your shorts, gently pulling them down. He presses a kiss to your thigh, and then he suddenly looks down at it. 

“Soft,” he murmurs, like he’s making a mental note. He presses another, and another, incrementally going closer and closer to your soaked through underwear. His eyebrows scrunch when he sees the wet spot. “All this from a few kisses?” 

You blush, unable to respond. 

Spencer’s fingers hook a centimeter of your underwear. “These?” he checks.

“Yes, please,” you manage. He tugs them down, silently noticing the slickness of your sex, and exhales shakily.

“How many times on average does it take for a guy to call you pretty on a given day before you get annoyed?” he murmurs, soft smile playing on his face. You smile too, head cloudy from his words, but it immediately drops when his lips press directly against your pulsing clit, kissing it softly.

“Fuck,” you say (Spencer would argue moan) softly (loudly). You let out a content sigh, and he moves to suckle it, actions becoming less and less delicate. 

It’s not harsh, but incessant. Spencer knows what you can take. He knows exactly what you can take. You’re both quiet for a bit, save for your breathy moans. 

“Spencer,” you say softly, ripping you both out of your individually hazy and dirty and distracted minds. “You’re too far away.” He looks up to you, face parallel to your aching core, hair beautifully messy and mouth glistening.

After a second, he grabs your hips, gently pushing you up against the pillows so you’re propped up at a better angle. He then shifts his body up wordlessly so he’s more above you, dipping his head down to give you a soft kiss. You taste yourself, tongue darting out to lick your lips.

His hand takes over where his mouth was, sliding in between your folds with a practiced ease. Spencer looks down at you, eyes wide and flitting between yours, searching for a reaction.

You reach out and wrap your arms around him, holding him close. “Holy shit, I love you,” you murmur.

His fingers lightly graze your clit again before one slides into you. “Angel,” he breathes out, so quietly. “I love you too. This okay? Are you okay?”

You nod feverishly and lift your hips to meet his hand, always in a perpetual state of wanting more, to be closer. Your bodies are melded so close together, barely giving him room to push his hand into you. He doesn’t even bother to ask you to use your words or keep your hips down, like he might on a regular night.

He pulls his head back to watch as he pushes another finger into you, stretching you just a little. “There we go. You always feel like heaven around me.”

Your eyes flit up to his face as he says those words, now having a little more room to observe him. You focus on the slope of his nose and curve of his mouth. 

“You’re so perfect,” you say quietly, adoringly, before you even realize it was true.

You blink at that thought. Spencer Reid is perfect, despite whatever universal odds deeming that impossible.

Those graphs, those formulas, now laying discarded & crumpled on the ground. They click, a little bit. You understand why Albert Einstein wanted to spend his life developing theories of relativity.

This is how Spencer sees you? What he was talking about earlier?

This is how he sees you?

The thought is almost too much.

Spencer sees your face, and not knowing what's going on in your head, slides down his free hand from your cheek to your carotid, feeling your racing pulse. “Take a deep breath for me, okay? You're about to come, huh?”

You inhale and are met with peace. Then your orgasm hits you like a wave. You clench hard around his fingers, and he just watches it happen, fascinated. “Baby,” he coos softly at you.

It wasn’t just your sensitivity he’s currently maximizing on or the little kisses he dips down to leave on your neck that sealed the deal, but the very thought that you could be loved in a way that is so perfectly impossible.

You exhale breathily as Spencer pushes you through the last trails of your climax, fingers not caring one bit that you just had your world tilted on its axis. 

“Spencer. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” you say eventually, overstimulated.

“You’re okay. Did so good.” he murmurs, fingers slipping out of you. 

His thumb brushes your cheek, wiping away a tear you didn't even realize was dripping down.

“Don’t cry, you always cry. It’s my birthday. Don’t cry on my birthday,” he whispers soothingly, affection lacing his voice.

“I’m not.” 

Another one falls. 

You reach and press out that perpetual little slope between his eyebrows with your thumb, gentle, like you might break him. “I’m not crying.”

Spencer lets you lie.

[chisatowo]

Impulse cooking moments

[ricegobbler]

TFP CONS X FEM!CON READER HCS! PT.1

ok ngl I did this bc I’m bored. I might open requests, but idk yet bc I’m always busy. So I’m NOT opening any requests atm but I may soon!! I also didn’t do all the cons in this bc I’m so tired. So I’ll do the rest of them maybe tmrw.

Ok anyways this might be a lil bad since it’s my first time :( but enjoy either way!

Also I’m using ‘Y/N’ bc idk what else to use even tho I think I’m supposed to use it.

Warnings‼️: Mention of fighting(s), injuries, drugs (calling Megatron the druglord basically) slightly suggestive (mainly for Megatron and kinda for Knockout?)

(Megatron, Starscream, and Knockout)

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Megatron:

-Ah yes, our favorite drug lord☺️

-When he first saw you he thought of you as any other Decepticon on the Nemesis, a weakling basically.

-Every time he’d see you he wouldn’t really think much or care honestly, like I said, you were treated and thought of like any other Decepticon by the warlord. So the two of you wouldn’t rlly interact.

-But then, the first time you fought the Autobots in front of Megatron really changed his perspective of you. Yes, you still weren’t that special out of everyone else, but you did cause something special in his spark.

-After the battle, slamming Bulkhead into the ground, Megatron actually said something to you. Praising you for your strength and courage.

“I’m quite impressed, Y/N..” Megatron praised you, arms behind his back as he circled around you. “A fem with that much strength and power is quite…alluring~”

Your optics widened, feeling a bit of a shiver run up (or go down) your back. “A-alluring?…” You repeat, “Yes…very alluring..” he responded back, he then stood behind you and placed a servo on your shoulder, gripping it a little tightly.

“I’m quite glad to have you on our side~ you’ll be very useful….” He whispered into your audial.

-After that day he started treating you differently. Definitely favorite treatment. He wouldn’t get mad at you for your fails and would just brush it off, leaving the others (Starscream and Knockout) jaw dropped.

-Sometimes Megatron would com you to see him, privately. Whenever this happens the only thing that ever happens is some little conversation. Sometimes they’d be about the war, but mostly about each other and stories of both of your lives before the war. Sometimes he’d just praise you too tho, not that you minded though, praises from him were just 🙏

-I feel like he’d fall for some strong fem. Of course, he’d still be stronger. But he would love your strength, courage, wisdom and seriousness, and sometimes he’d get a little…riled up at the height difference between the two of you.

-When he finally confessed feelings for you (he wrote a poem and recited it to you💔🥹) you were treated WAYYY differently. Being called “my queen” or “my dear,” and he would fucking force the others to call you their queen.

-how he kisses?? Passionate. He’s so rough and touchy while kissing too omfg. PDA?? Hell yeah. He don’t gaf abt who’s around, he’d grab your waist in front of everyone and whisper the most…innocent..things to you!☺️

Starscream:

-Our favorite high heel cunt!😝

-Just like Megatron, I feel like he wouldn’t really care about your presence, BUT, he would definitely talk to you about how everything goes in the Nemesis. While doing so I feel like he’d trail off and start talkin abt overthrowing Megatron💀

“-And then I get to overthrow that scrap of a warlord! YES! I will offline him soon and..” He paused and slowly turned his head to look at you, you just blinked confusingly and cleared your throat awkwardly.

“Are you alright..?” You ask, “I’m fine. Moving on!..” he responded.

-Yeah. Anyways.

-When he first saw your skills against Autobots, he was surprised. He’s never seen a fem do that much damage. Of course, he doesn’t say anything about it. He’s pretty quick to brush it off anyways.

-Sometimes he’d just fucking burst in your berthroom and tell you orders. Why? Bc he’s SIC ig😒

Starscream bursting into your berthroom, “Y/N!” You quickly turn your helm to look at him. “Huh”

“As your second in command I order you to do [whatever idk]!” He yelled, hands on his waist and everything.🤦🏻‍♀️

-But the more you two interact the more he realizes he doesn’t mind you being around. He seems more comfortable with you. How would you know? He’d rant to you about how he’d make you his SIC once he overthrows Megatron😭

-Then he finally falls for you. I honestly see him being hella nervous around you but tried showing off to you. One time he tried showing off he could take on Megatron, next thing you know you brought him to the Medbay-

-the way he’d confessed would be so sweet but funny too istg.

“Y/N…I..I’ve fallen for you.” He said, “you what?..” you asked, he quickly stood up, transforming into his alt and flew through the halls of the Nemesis while yelling back “I LOVE YOUUUU..!”

-After that little fail you found him in his berth in the corner like he was in time out and you just giggled. You gently rubbed his back and smiled. You also told him you fell for him and his wings fluttered.

-He’s quite silly, and you loved that. Secretly in his berthroom you’d praise him and cuddle with him (he rlly needs it🙁) he’d call you names like “my spark” or “love.” PDA?? Yes, but not in public. Sure, he’ll hold your hand sometimes in public, but in the Berth is the best place. How he kisses? Amazing. Not as suggestive as Megatron, but they’re so sweet. Soft kisses<33

Knockout:

-The best flirtatious man ever😍

-He heard about your arrival from the rumors around the Nemesis, at first he was actually intrigued. He wanted to know what you looked like and what your personality was.

-Everyday he’d wait for you to come to the Medbay if you had any injuries. Of course, you didn’t. So what a shame 😢

-But he’d hear any new thing about you from either Starscream or the rumors around.

-But when the day of you fighting the Autobots for the first time he was finally able to see you in the Medbay to treat some wounds you had gotten.

You, covered in wounds, entering the Medbay for the first time and meeting optics with Knockout. “My my my….you’re the new fem, hm? Nice to meet you Y/N, the names Knockout~”

-curse his flirtatious side.

-when he finally treated your wounds and scratches he just smirked at you.

“Thank you,” You said to him, “No problem, doll~ it was wonderful to meet you..” he responded.

-After that, the more missions you went on and the more you’d get hurt you’d stop by to get treated. Even the smallest wounds you’d get, you’d still visit him! You mainly liked his personality though.

-The more you came by the more he got comfortable with you, he’d start ranting to you about random things. Once, he ranted to you about his paint being scratched by Arcee and Bumblebee.

-Sometimes when Knockout had no one to treat you’d come by and talk to him. You loved his sassiness, it was so funny😭 you’d also praise him too, saying how you loved him paint and how shiny it was that day. In return, he’d praise you too.

-whenever you two hung out you would just sit on the medbays bed and swing your legs back n forth since you didn’t reach the ground. Knockout found it quite amusing, he’d definitely tease you for it.

-When the two of you got close, you started falling for him first. Mostly because of his flirtation…yeah…like I said, curse his flirtatious side😢

-Of course he’d still flirt with you, making you flushed everytime you’d leave the Medbay after your daily conversations.

-When you finally confessed he just started saying how he knew something like this would happen. He also felt the same, so yay! Then he started teasing you hella again.

-He’d obviously call you things like “doll” or “dollface,” like omg.😍 How he kisses?? Also passionate, not rlly touchy tho..he just holds you by the waist n that’s it. Praises EVERYDAY. Only if you praise him tho. PDA?? Same like Starscream, not in public.

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[majimasleftasscheek]

Hihi! Do you have any minedai headcanons? (Idk how to write aAAAAA)

hmmm I had to give this a good think cuz I normally don't obsess about them too much (compared to a certain other pair lmao) but here's what I got 👀

*note! gonna be a mix of silly and more realistic ideas. my interpretation of minedai is pretty unserious

Daigo

genuinely enjoys mine's company, as uptight and neurotic it may be. because daigo was given the chairman position, a lot of people don't respect him other than mine so it's nice to hang out with someone who, despite being overly respectful, is kind to him. he feels a lot at ease with mine, able to be more himself n all that. it's not much but it means a lot to daigo

that said, he totally goes out in his casual clothes when able and is still very goth coded. Mine makes intense but silent notes about every little thing in those outfits and thinks it's very cute when there's little details like tiny skulls n things

likes to do go out spontaneously when he can and takes mine along. mine thinks something like that is way too dangerous for a chairman to be doing but daigo confides that he's not worried if mine is with him (with an ulterior motive to loosen the giant stick up mine's ass to get him to live a little). cue mine choking on his heart

I like the idea of daigo being oblivious to mine's obsessive behavior to an extent. he becomes so used to mine's quirks that he writes it off as oh he's just like that lol. but he's not wholly dumb to it. he'll be lowkey flirty and that's when mine's questions daigo's actions like "why is daigo smiling at me? is he sick? I should call an ambulance..."

genuinely has zero idea what type of things mine likes. tho daigo grew up in a bougie type of life and mine currently lives it, he can assume things like fine arts and fancy shit tho personally he removed himself from that sort of thing as he got older (to avoid being anything even close to his dad lol). comparatively, daigo lives more modestly so gift giving is up to guessing but mine accepts literally anything from him and frankly refuses to give him hints as not to place expectations accidentally

likes to spar with mine and was surprised to see that daigo was decently capable of protecting himself and finds his informal style of fighting very charming. he's seen daigo fight before, but it's a bit of a different intensity when it's just to two of them trying their hardest to impress

has a network of friends/allies like kiryu, kashiwagi, etc that mine keeps a closer than needed eye on. daigo does get frustrated that he has to explain he trusts these people wholly and it's often a point of contention between them

very much likes slow days when they can just chill with each other, however that may be. cuddling is prime even if mine gets mad hot and sweaty so daigo keeps a full body towel handy. it's not unusual for daigo to go out of his way to prod mine for reactions as it's the highlight of his day

Mine

definitely has a shrine dedicated to daigo. for funnies: has weird shit like used napkins, articles of hair, etc just funky stuff someone wildin' would keep. realistically I think he'd be a lil more modest - having photos and baubles, typical normie shrine shit

absolutely has a folder on his phone/computer of "selfies" with him and daigo. most of them are just regular photos you'd find in like newspapers, half of them are blurry as hell, and there's a few he's taken himself but poorly done because he did it under a table or something. and of course there's many photos of just daigo, doing all assortment of things from working hard to hardly working

he's caught by daigo occasionally but mine attributes his behavior to "trying to find better phone signal" as he aims it coincidentally at daigo's spikey heeled boots. even when they're together together, he still does this on the sly

insists on paying for everything whenever they're out but with enough convincing, he'll back down and internally melts when daigo tells him he's just happy to have his company. has a habit tho of "making up" for what he didn't pay for such as ordering lunches n things before daigo can refuse

obvs very violently protective of daigo tho avoids being so in front of him as much as possible. it's very common for someone who's spoken ill of daigo to get their ass beat or thrown into the Tokyo Bay some days later. has a network of people dedicated solely to routing out daigo haters

is often confided to by daigo about the stresses of running the clan and it takes a lot out of mine for him to not be cold and calculating with an answer. has had to learn sometimes people just want someone to listen

at first, mine thought such confiding was some limp dick shit but over time realized that daigo never wanted anything out of such confessions which is unexpected. to have someone be so trusting and vulnerable with him is incredibly valuable

would have "sounds of daigo talking about stuff" recorded and sleeps to it every night. be assured clips of daigo sneezing are in there too

if he was in dead souls, he would be going turbo murder throughout the city just to dent the population of zombies that could even potentially get a whiff of daigo's darkness allure™ cologne. if infected, I imagine he'd have the will to remain loyal cuz the power of simp compels him

[jordanswitches]

had a cute little hang out with e yesterday after we hung out on discord basically every night since our date lmaooo

she came over and she'd brought me flowers which was sooooo so lovely and sweet of her. i cut them shorter and then she took off the leaves and arranged them for me which was incredibly cute and no one had done for me before. it was very domestic i loved that. we went upstairs and just fucked around and talked shit and then i gave her this little hat and mittens i'd crocheted for her bc i'm an easily attached freak. she loved them and she told me when she showed her mum she wanted me to make her some as well so i guess i have an order hahahah.

we played the second unraveled game on my floor and it was only our second time seeing each other irl, so we started out sitting apart and just got gradually closer and closer to each other. after a while we got some food and i showed her one of my favourite shows, and we ended up cuddling while we watched which was sooooo lovely. she was so cute, i had my hand on her thigh and her breathing got so heavy. i was stroking over her tummy and ended up kissing it for a bit and she was very cute and noisy about it, and we made out for a bit and then i got Panicky so we took a little break. she was stroking over my torso and kept hitting my tickle spots so i was just. twitchy. i had my arms above my head and she started stroking like the underside of my arm near my elbow and i like full body flinched hahahhaa, i knew i was kinda sensitive there but i didn't know that much. she likes to torture so she was being a dick to my feet for a while and i kicked her a bit bc i warned her i would and she just went "go on" so i was like alright fine, get kicked. she even took off my sock i was like what are you DOING you are a CIVILIAN. after a bit she sat on my hips and was messing with that spot on both arms and i was just like. so red in the face and worked up about it i was so embarrassed. she asked me at one point if i was okay with it and i was like.......... yes, as if i wasn't fucking loving it lmao. she leaned in to kiss me again and it was. so good like she's such a good kisser. i was very grabby with her and i kept just going from her waist to her hips to her thighs like i couldn't decide where to put them. she pulled back and was like, are you good? and i was like, yes, full on starry eyed, and she was like, i think we should take a break because you are breathing very hard and i was like. okay well that's embarrassing but she knows i really do want to take it slow and she didn't want me to end up agreeing to anything i wasn't ready to do, she's so sweet. i trailed my hands up her back and she was all twitchy and i was like YES so i pulled her down to lie on my chest and held her there with one hand while i messed with her back with the other. she was so twitchy and cute, it was really sweet. she actually managed to like crawl across the bed while i was hanging on her like a lil monkey which was very impressive bc i'm probs like 1.5x her size. i got into her armpits and she laughed really cutely and she pulled back and i was like okay okay, and she told me today she was worried she'd have been sweaty but she was basically happy for me to do whatever i want and i was like okay i'm gonna pin you down and tickle them then. and she was like yeah go ahead. she may be...... perfect? perhaps??

we had such a lovely time and it was so nice to just chill out with her. next time i see her we're gonna go bowling and for drinks and i'm just having so much fun. it's a big part of me not posting lately, i'm just really enjoying finally doing things irl and not spending my whole life online. i should be back, i won't be gone forever, but it's just so lovely after years and years of not being able to have a life to finally get to have one.

[reginas-toy]

Purpose 'Knee deep'

Brought to you by:

Addison Rae: Aquamarine, Diet pepsi (I just rlly like the songs tbh)

Warnings: I mean it is smut so the usual stuff Ig?

Enid

Enid couldn't believe it! It had been a month of her and her roomie doing the whole dating/dancing the devil's tango thingy. Oh, how she loved it! The freedom to kiss that beautiful face every day, seeing Willa's freckles from close up, laying in her lap, feeling as if everything would be fine.

 I mean she didn't mind the other stuff either. The collar had just become a normal part of her wardrobe sort of like a choker to those that were not in the know. And the love making was nice too. She laughed when she remembered her first impressions of her now gf.

'She's very hot cute, but rather distant and unenthusiastic.' was a direct quote from her diary and yes, Wednesday could be like that, but when it came to Enid she was very enthusiastic (especially in fucking her just right).

 Talking of such things Enid learned not to judge a book by its cover or perhaps the complete opposite, she never knew to be honest. From Willa's proper manners and all she put her down as an kooky academic with some quirks but not much in pleasure. From her looks, however, she made more of a right assumption that Wednesday was

Kinky as all fuck and not afraid to show it. and

She was over prepped with gear.

If Enid were to believe such a thing to be true, she'd say Willa had a Mary Poppins-esque bigger-on-the-inside bag of magical straps, bindings, dildoes and whatever-have-you's. Then again magic was a thing so why should her girlfriend have a kink TARDIS. (Yes, she knows what that is, thank you very much, her aunt from canada gave her some of her DVDs of episodes from the 80s and she watched them religiously)

Anyways! Today was the special day! One whole ass month AND Willa was taking her for dinner in the evening! She could die how happy she was. (But will not, cause it's not that type of fic)

 The lessons flew by in what seemed like seconds, tho that might just be because Enid was day dreaming like her life depended on it. (It didn't) Her satisfaction however was a whole different thing. Day dreaming about Wednesday and how magical she was in bed (and not just with cards) was making Enid regret having chosen to wear a skirt that may have been a lil too revealing of her excitement at the wrong angles. So she had to be really attentive to her skirt's movements unless she wanted to give Nevermore a show. But she didn't, even with everything that happened in the past month, exhibitionism was scary and she would like to keep the list of people who have seen her naked/ wet to a respectable three. (Her current girlfriend and her best friends Yoko and Divina who she lived with for a bit and God forbid a girl runs across the common area naked a few times, well strides but that's besides the point)

         Finally, she opened the door to her room. Willa wasn't there, because she was doing her fencing classes with Bianca (Who Enid had to admit she had had a crush on at the start of her nevermore days). She looked at her bed on which there was a note:

'Out fencing will be back at Four. See you then. Kisses -W'

Oh eeeeemmm geee, how considerate of Willa.

With it now being just after two, she had a good hour and a half to lay in her bed and relax. So being the gen Z icon that she is she took out her phone, fell not so gracefully into her bed and started scrolling TikTok. At first it was nothing too out of the ordinary, your usual clips of tv shows and edits of Chappell Roan. But then this attractive goth popped up on her FYP seductively dancing to Billie Eilish's verse on Guess.

FUCK. 

Enid didn't want thisssss, she just wanted to relax, but it was already too late. Her hand was slithering down to her jeans, slowly undoing the button. Once they were lose enough for her hand to fit it continued its journey past her cute heart-shaped bush down her pink lace panties (Ofc they were pink). Her whole body shivered as her cold-ish hand made contact with her cunt. The phone was (safely) discarded (thrown) on her bed and she was deep in her fantasies thinking about Willa doing that dance and then going down on her. OH HOW cute she was eating Enid out, her eyes showing so much emotion, seeing if the werewolf was sufficiently being satisfied   ughFUCsuafjihb. fuckfuckFUCK. It felt so gooooooddd mmmmmmmmPlease.

Enid was starting to feel hot and sweaty from the feeling of her fingers mixing with memories of Wednesday's warm breath against her cunt as she was about to eat Enid out, that mixing with all sorts of fantasies.

It all started crystalizing into an almost clear view in Enid's head jiojfgc. As she got FUCK closer and ijoerfa oh Willa closer Her breath becoming more erratic, her fingers moving faster and faster and faasfhjniokerf. A familiar feeling rose up in her stomach slowly, until she couldn't control it at all, stopping it now was not an option she was just over the edge and for a moment a split second a calmness came over her until

aHFeu7dio AFUCKFUCKWEDNESDAY PELEASE auuurfchfwoofereafd a wave of pleasure washed all over her making her moan. Meanwhile her panties were being ruined by the lavender tasting mixture that was her cum.

 She quickly grabbed her phone turned on the camera, lifted her pants and panties so you could see the mess she made and snapped a pic.

Wednesday

Finally the fencing finished and she was free of her responsibilities. She and Bianca alongside Yoko went to the changing room. Getting out of the uniform felt rather freeing. Bianca and Yoko chatted about gossip or what have you as they took off their kits. Wednesday wasn't one for looking where she doesn't need to (or at least that was the lie she told herself) But she could afford a peek at her "Opponent's" bodies. There was something to them, not much compared to that of Enid, but still, a girl can indulge herself sometimes surely.

 She saw her phone light up:

Enid

sent you a photo

Hm, that was curious, she was one for an overabundance of pictures, but one thought? Now that WAS interesting. She opened her phone and clicked on Enid. Outside there was no notable change to how Wednesday was, except for her crossing her legs. Inside however was a whole different matter.

 A picture of Enid's perfect folds, still a little warmer in colour from touching, her favourite underwear cum stained. Wednesday could practically smell that smell and imagine herself in between those thighs. Oh what a bad girl ms. Sinclair was.

 Rather hurriedly, to the surprise of Yoko and Bianca, Wednesday threw on a shirt and jeans and practically leapt out of where she was sitting and straight out the door.

Yoko chuckled

"I guess she couldn’t stay focused around such hot bods as ours"

"Guess not."

Thankfully their room wasn't that far and Wednesday was there in about ten minutes. She opened the door just to find her girlfriend laying in her own bed. She looked nice like this, peacefully sleeping, her stomach and cunt uncovered. Seemingly fallen asleep right after she sent that photo.

Enid would pay for what she did yet.

Willa climbed on top of Enid, pushing the duvet further down the girl's body. Enid was rather a heavy sleeper so Willa wasn't too worried she'd wake up (just yet). She positioned herself so that one leg was between Enid's. With some skill she put her hands just either side of Enid's head, her hair falling neatly besides. With no warning she pushed her knee into the sleeping girl's cunt and started rubbing circles. At first Enid moaned and writhed around unconscious, but soon enough, the dark haired girl saw her slowly open her eyes and almost yelp in surprise. Willa gave her a kiss, before ceasing her pleasing and falling to Enid's side.

"Hey! I was enjoying that"

"I bet you were pup, but the world's a cruel place and as we learned you don't always get what you want.'

"So it is" Enid sighed.

"Now, you have some work to do don't you?"

"Do I?"

" Oh please, you think you can just tease me like that and get away with it? No, if you want to be a slut at least have the audacity to follow through."

"hm, that so? Well then…" Enid said murred taking Wednesday's body and placing it at the center of the bed, before taking off the raven's jeans.  "OH my! Ha so it did work mmm?"

"I guess so, now be a good pup and get on with it" Willa roared out.

And before she could say anything else her pup of a girlfriend had pushed her panties to one side and started slowly kissing Willa's thighs, making her way down them. Wednesday was gonna go INSANE. She grabbed Enid's head and pushed it into her cunt. Enid's tongue was careful at first, going slow making Willa grab at Enid's head harder. Having understood her task, Enid started going faster with every few seconds, by the end Enid was like a proper good pup, lapping at Wednesday's cunt as she was wide eyed and more in love than she'd ever been. Mmmmmm it felt so good she…. She couldn't hold it back, that damn Sinclair girl made her look a fool again, oh but she loved this. With that the yummy juices sprayed right onto Enid's face, she then wiped them away with her fingers and licked them off.

"We should probably get ready, love." Enid said as if nothing had happened.

"Wha…"

"I'm staaarving"

"Alright, mi lobita, just gimme a sec."

Wow, 1.7k words y'all it's been a while and I'm sorry, I was finishing 'Research' and then I started Uni so all that was hectic. But I'm back writing my silly smut. And dw they're going to the restaurant next chapter, I wanted to in this one, but it's not my fault Wednesday decided to fool around before going out.

[lefarte]

omg hiiiiiiiiiii fellow funger connoisseur[leans on my bugatti, misses completely and falls into a bed to cash] ;]

anyway, may i ask for a moment of respite with August during termina? just a lil break in the bacchanalia. a moment of normalcy, like dinner 🙏

Yall,,,,,, I want that old man cannibal

Brown trout in the Vlata river are good and fat, but very fishy, so they go best with salt and herbs. An oven is the best, but in a pinch a spit will do just fine. You never knew a man could gut a fish so elegantly. August can use a knife like a fine instrument, and can keep a fire roaring even in the damp season. He splits it open, takes out the guts (“Would you like me to take the head off for you too, my dear?”) and uncerimoniously dumps them in the river. It goes up over the fire, he puts yarrow on it and something called “Česnek medvědí”.

“Are you trying to impress me?”

“No, no,” He chuckles. “I am just an old man with a hobby. That’s all.”

The fire is at a low purr like a cat. The sun has long since set. This part of the woods was unnaturally chilly, even compared to the city. You had been wandering westward for no particular reason and then got caught spinning around in circles. You survived three or four hours of this monotony by snacking on raw mushrooms (one of which gave you a tummy ache), until you saw a manmade knife slash on the side of a tree. You followed, and found another. You kept following, and here you are.

“What other hobbies do you have?” You ask. “Is that bow a hobby too?”

“It’s my occupation.” He pats the quiver on his hip. “I’m a… hunter by trade.”

You tilt your head. “Oh. There’s not many of those anymore.”

“Eh, no. But I do it because I love it.” He smiles.

He takes out a bottle of vodka and offers you a sip. It smells strongly. You shake your head. He gives you a shrug and takes a shot.

“I also saw you jumping from buildings.”

He nods sagely. “Did you like it?”

“…oh, so you are trying to impress me now…”

He has a nice deep chuckle that sounds pleasant to the ears. “The fish is done.”

You were borderline ravenous from the smell, so you perked up instantly. He cut you the most tender pieces, and ate the head and tail himself. You two ate with your hands, for lack of silverware. He seemed to watch you eat with fondness, even though your hair was ratty and your face tired.

He suddenly reaches out his hand. You flinch from the unexpected contact, but he makes a noise that’s almost… cooing at you.

“You have something on your face.” He takes his handkerchief up to your mouth, and dabs your lips gently. “I’m not supposed to be so fond of you, you know. I have a job to do. But you are so… cute.”

You lean into the warm touch. Afterwards, he sets the handkerchief in your hand. It is soft and embroidered with his name. “A memento.”

“I will have to go by the morning.” He says, quite suddenly. “You will probably never see me again.”

Your heart sinks. You don’t want to be alone in the deep woods, freezing and with an awful dry autumn wind. You don’t know how to get back to the city. You don’t want to. You’ve been chased, hungry, and beaten half to death all within the span of one day. It felt like you were here for years. It felt like you would be here for centuries more. You like the fire. It’s good and warm.

“I don’t want to,” You ball up your fists without even noticing. “It’s… cold.”

“I know, my dear.” He sighs. He wraps his big hands around you in a side hug. You realize just how big he is. His hands are calloused. Under the dinner jacket, he is muscular. “There’s quite a chill.”

He puts half of his jacket around you, so you’re sharing heat. You feel heat for the first time in a while, with warm food in your tummy and a bit of a blush.

“I’m a bit drunk,” he admits. “So I’ll just ask outright. I suppose you’re probably not used to sleeping on the grass, so you don’t suppose we could… cuddle up a bit. We wouldn’t want you catching a cold, now.”

You hesitate.

“You don’t have to say yes. If I’m being pushy, I apologize.”

“No, no, I’m just.. happy.”

He grins. “Good. That’s good.”

He lays down and sets his arm out, so you can use him as a pillow. He’s so gentle with you. He gives you a headpat before sleep. The night is still. You feel calm, good and calm, and your muscles relax. It’s good, it’s great even. He doesn’t snore, you hardly know if he slept at all. It’s not too long before you fall asleep. And as he said, in the morning, he was gone.

[redemptior]

LET'S GET REACQUAINTED ! hey rpc ! lets be honest, datv brought us all back in one way or another either you're a veteran or new, i'm sure there is stuff that has changed or we don't know each other so let's have a game about it to reintroduce each other ! repost this to do the same & tag some pals if you want !

Name / Penname: mo! for veterans, did you go by something previously ? name &/or penname: i have always just been mo! age & gender( if comfortable sharing ): 29 and that's just fine!!!! i am a creature what was your first dragon age muse: i started out writing cullen, PRE inquisition release. do you have any other darp muses / blogs: i have in the past, but not currently! what muses / blogs do you have outside of darp: out..side... darp? thedas has two moons: sure!!!!!! two girls is better than one more below!!!

single line, para, or novella: i like single line and para!!! novella is intimidating to me, and time consuming. i love reading others and am so impressed by peoples ability to WRITE like that plotting or winging it: a loose plot, with room for surprise :) fighting threads, you bold enough for them? as an empath i - *sound of the conclave exploding* what content warnings are on your blog?: the usual! i dont have a list. i just have a good intuition to tag things. i usually do tw (blank) what things do you need tagged for your comfort?: i don't have any!

shipping preferences: single | multi | no ship | polyship . i love to roleplay romance so much its SICK!!!!! im super shy about asking though bc as an empath i *sound of the veil tearing asunder* shipping boundaries: im sure these are a good thing to have and people have a reason to have them but i have literally never thought about this before. favorite ships in dragon age: (regardless of gender) amell/morrigan, aeducan/zevran, let ME kiss sten, hawke/varric, isabela/merrill, hawke/cullen, hawke/anyone tbh, solas/lavellan, okay gender starts counting now, f!inquisitor/cassandra!!!, leliana/cassandra, leliana/f!inquisitor, gender doesnt count again, inquisitor/cullen, cullen/dorian, not gripped by veilguard romances YET but i LOVE rook down and i know you might be curious if i ship w/ imshael and ill have you know, i am above NOTHING. have at him!

fun facts about yourself that may have changed since in the past ten years( when inquisition dropped )--

i quit nicotine, went back to school, uhhhhhh, i have two cats named butters and lil bits, and my knees hurt now. they did before too, but its worse now.

be honest, did you miss darp. come on now--

yes, i actually really did.

challenge round! put a small top five things unrelated to dragon age !

Top five rootbeers

.MUG

chumlee

BULLDOG

frosttop

BARQS

tagging: @valorcorrupt, @littlehoundthings, @ofandrastes, @alitlantern

[valentine-cafe]

(781) Rishen

(Fem) reader

(Goddess) reader

Imagine Rishen befriending this kind, moth/praying mantis goddess who is older and wiser about her insect abilities. And she helps him through his own struggles, like learning how to weave her silks better, or teaching them how to deal with their antennas or helping them to take care of their wings. She almost becomes this 2nd mother to him. And she's absolutely fine with that! Even getting a little protective when she sees Alessio playfully messing around with her sweet boy! Wrapping her fuzzy wings around him as they turn a orange red as a warning to Alessio!

(I based this idea off of Mothra from Godzilla KOTM and Godzilla x Kong The New Empire! Mothra's design is based on a Moth and a Praying Mantis, and I thought of sweet lil Rishen 🥺 and I thought it'd be super cute for them to have this figure in their life who's willing to help them, even if they are a goddess!)

((Also Mothra's wings change color due to bioluminescent, that's how she communicates in the movie, so that's why I added that detail. If y'all never seen the movie, if suggest viewing a few clips, she's literally BREATHTAKING 😌))

-🌕

˖⁺. ﹙ nerdy hybrid-hero & motherly moth/mantis goddess reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . the mothball ?! !! 🍒 :  rishen: hero ˖ moth-spider-mantis hybrid ˖ preppy nerd character﹙ verse 781 rishen, ft. alessio. ﹚

𖹭 ps. this was such a good concept AH I love the goddess reader sm! also I checked out mothra and it's soo cool !!

“woah there -”

emerald eyes proudly bore their bored pupils as an orange glow flashes across his face. the gleam is his boyfriend has long since been replaced by the stoicism of your face as you hover behind him.

“aha - mama - you don’t have to worry,” his attempt at assurance only has a loud puff emulating into the air. one that raises alessio’s brows and hands in sus. even if he may not understand the situation.

“alessio is just playing. . .”

“oh for his sake, I do hope so.”

the echo in your voice rings through the air together with another huff. a nervous smile finds his way onto alessio’s lips and his head cocks to the side with a bit of a chuckle.

“promise I’m not tryna turn him into a mothball.”

“MOTHBALL!?”

your roar punctuates with a large flap of your wings. to wish rishen’s laugh follows swiftly along with his arms that hoist quick to wrap around you. “he is playing! mama please,”

“I am not fond of your mate.”

“mate -”

both exchange a look. alas rishen can all but yelp as you pull him along and disappear into thin air. with a confused alessio left behind. already missing his dearest beloved.

“where are we going?” rishen hums. the tilt to his head makes your fingers itch to pet at his newly sprouted antenna, and so you do. the softness in your gaze returns as you set him atop one of the many nature-adorned buildings.

“silk training.”

“thought I finished with that for the week?”

his smile has you sighing. your wings tuck behind your tall figure in defeat and your gaze instead casts to the busy city life below. what a blessing of technology and nature. you are impressed by their harmony.

“alessio is nice,” rishen assures. “a bit of a troublemaker. . . but he loves me. and I love him.”

what more can you do but bring a hand to ruffle at his hair. your long, feathery lashes droop along with the corners of your lips.

“I am aware. yet I still view you as a little larvae. . .”

he is more than ready to nuzzle his fluff head of hair into your hand. the flutter of his wings reminds you that he is all grown up. your dear little bug.

[crypticjackal13]

I've been dragged back into LMK by the ankles and I can't get this idea outta my head:

what about Wukong, MK, Pigsy(platonic), and Mei(platonic) with an s/o/friend who has a pet Owlbear? Maybe they found it as an injured hatchling and raised it, so now it's super protective, but when not in protection mode, it's just like a Great Dane that thinks it's a lapdog!

for reference owl bears look like this and are 10ft tall(average) on all fours

thank you so much and have a wonderful day/night!

I'm kind of adoring the concept of an owlbear as a whole :o enjoy!

SWK, MK, Pigsy, and Mei x Reader who owns an Owlbear Headcanons!

SWK

He has seen many a creature in his time. This is not one of them

More curious than anything else, like hey where exactly did this thing originate from

May or may not be the tiniest bit intimidated by it but he will not admit that

You'll probably have to gently help the two to connect. Show Wukong how to feed it, let it inspect him a little

Soon enough they'll get along just fine, Wukong is good with animals by nature so he'd get the hang of it pretty easy with your help!

He still thinks it's crazy that this big hulking creature follows you around being all scary...

but it also wants to somehow fit into your lap whenever you sit down as if it didn't just drag in a dead mouse as a gift

MK

HOW DID HE NOT FIND OUT SOONER THIS IS SO COOL

Wants to pet it, wants to take it for walks, literally is vibing so hard with this thing

"does it have a name??? Can I name it???"

Feels bad he's "stealing" you from the owlbear but you reassure him that the owlbear understands

Tries in vain to find chew toys for it that can last more than a day

Probably spoils it a little bit with attention even if it just knocked something over and you sprayed it with a spray bottle

Basically MK fully feeds into the dog energy it has even though it is EXPONENTIALLY larger than him

PIGSY(PLATONIC)

WHAT DO NOT BRING THAT THING INTO THE SHOP WHAT ARE YOU DOING

You'll need to gently explain that he doesn't need to worry, it's not evil or anything

He doesn't believe you lmao

It takes a little while for him to get used to your pet, and you can take it as a sign of generous trust when he allows you to bring it inside

He eventually starts saving meat scraps and bones for it

Refers to it mostly as "the lil fella" even though if it wanted to it could eat him

If anything he's impressed at how well it behaves

Mei(Platonic)

Can she please ride on its back. Please it's for science

Super excited, and like MK, she will warm up to it and treat it like a puppy instantly

It warms up to her too, and they get along great

She also probably finds a way to teach it tricks if you haven't already done that

Uses a baby voice with it too, you know how people have certain voices they use for their pets? She does that :)

10/10 she handles it better than the rest of the group on this list

[sovereignjojoz]

Mista with an affectionate rich girlfriend! reader!!!

Pairings: Mista x fem reader

Warnings: reader is kinda spoilt but sweet, maybe even a bit ditzy.

Notes-as soon as this popped into my head I had to write it idek?!&@)&?£&&/

<3thinking about Mista with a spoilt but sweet rich little girlfriend who just spoils him rotten and buys him all these gifts and jewellery :((

<3and like when the gang meet you they fully understand because you're (one of Mista's many types) to a T. Like you're dressed from head to toe in an elegant co-ordinated outfit, with high heels and expensive shades on, because you wanted to make a good impression, and you're just there clinging to Mista like "hi🥰!!, I'm Mista's girlfriend!"

<3you literally just cling to him the whole time too, kissing him casually and leaving some of your lipstick shade on his lips, sitting in his lap, holding his hand, re-adjusting his hat, he loves it.

<3and he knows how much effort you put in today since you wanted to make a good impression on his friends, you even dragged him shopping just to buy a new outfit for this occasion since you were slightly worried of what they’d think, so he made sure to tell you how good you look murmuring comments like “you look so pretty baby.”

<3you can’t help but cuddle him and kiss him all over.

<3the others were so curious and couldn’t help but ask how the two of you met and you obliged telling them how you saw him walk into your favourite boutique and he was just so cute you had to make him your boyfriend, so you begged him for a date and at first he said no (he didn’t wanna put a pretty girl in danger due to his occupation) but at your disappointment he changed his mind and gave you his number causing you to squeal.

<3cue Mista blushing slightly as you reminisce.

<3he finds himself drowned in jewellery and expensive glasses and stuff just because you see something that you think would look nice on him and just MUST buy it for him, and it’s fine since your dad is like the top surgeon or something so it’s not even a dent in your pocket. He’s so flattered.

<3sometimes he’ll just here a ping, or see a notification saying: [name] sent you €750. Hiii baby~ please treat yourself, I love youuu! Mwah mwah mwah! He finds your generous it’s so adorable.

<3he’s also a good boyfriend though, like he treats you really well, is protective of you and most importantly returns your affection like he’ll spoil you rotten with quality time.

<3he definitely shows you a ton of places too, y’know since he’s eighteen years old and would most likely love going out, so he loves showing you all these cool places that he knows and seeing your reaction since you’re mainly used to prestige.

<3he’s quite patient with you too (I mean he deals with the pistols on a regular so…), so like if you don’t understand something like how to use a regular appliance, he’s probably going to tease you a lil then show you how to use it, or not so you have to keep coming to him every time you want to use it (hehe).

<3and even though he may not be as loaded as you, he likes to spoil you too! He knows that you’re high maintenance and like to do stuff like getting your nails done, or getting new outfits so he often indulges you too. Once in a while you’ll see a notification like: Mista sent you €200. For ya nails babe, get em blue and red like my hat or that pink that looks good on you, almond shape.

<3he’s so sweet, he might even get his nails done with you sometimes, he just loves his gf so much!

In conclusion, boyfriend Mista>>> and he deserved to be spoilt rotten!🥰

[nothirstonmain]

Hii, just saw your blog and thought id make a req

I was thinking of something like PV cookie(pure vanilla), stardust cookie, and the prsk boys x fem! reader imagine who loves to steal their clothes and where them, but theryre sneaky abt. Like soemtimes char will randomy notice their clothes go missing, then when they visit readers house, they notice them snuggling in their oversized(for reader ofc) clothes. Also one time they gave them back their clothes bc 'it didn't smell like them anymore'

-lemonade

[ONCE AGAIN I am tapping the "I never have and never will write for fem!reader, i am here to represent us non-women" sign. regardless i'll do this just as gn!reader kk ty hands you This]

[Warnings: like OOC maybe?? Bad grasp on like 4/8 of the characters here. sweats.]

♡ PV doesn't think about much I want to believe. ♡ He just has his mind on the Vanilla Kingdom a lot and also his mind is imagining fluffy scenarios of you and him but shh ♡ So when his clothing starts going missing he doesn't really think much of it ♡ He'll just shrug and pick out something else, it's fine! ♡ However when he finds out you're the culprit? Oh he thinks it's adorable! ♡ Hope you can handle LOTS of compliments, cuddling, flirting, etc. He will drown you in it. ♡ He offers buying you clothes in his size at some point ♡ He'll gladly take back any clothes to put his scent back on them, too. He wants to keep his beloved happy!

♡ Stardust doesn't have many comfy clothes I'd think. Better get creative ♡ He notices missing clothes immediately. Barely anything escapes him- ♡ He goes to ask you about it first, only to find you wearing what he was looking for ♡ Awkward silence for a few moments. Both of you staring at the floor. ♡ "Did you miss me or something..?" ♡ He doesn't really get the appeal of stealing his clothes, but he'll indulge you anyways ♡ He may buy more comfy clothes just for you to steal. Nice! ♡ He doesn't mind all that much, he does feel a bit more at peace when you give the clothes back though..

♡ I like to think Ena steals his clothes too [if i can steal my dad's clothes then Ena can steal Akito's. okay??] ♡ So when something goes missing, he immediately goes to Ena ♡ It was his favorite hoodie, cut him some slack! ♡ But when he searches her closet and under her bed and. does not find the hoodie. he goes to the only other person who'd have access. You! ♡ Surprise he's at your door ♡ He finds you wearing his clothes really cute so he lets you keep them. For a while. ♡ You have to give them back eventually :( ♡ He does, however, leave his hoodies out more! Win! ♡ Now you're fighting Ena for Akito's clothes. Well at least they're comfy. If he finds out about that he'd laugh

♡ Immediately knows it'd be you because who else? ♡ Doesn't care if you steal them. He does however, much like Akito, also find you quite adorable in his clothes. ♡ Unlike Akito, he will actually say that he thinks you're cute. Autism be damned my boy can be upfront about his feels!! ♡ Will also leave out his clothes for you to steal ♡ Offers to wash them for you ♡ Kind of like Stardust he doesn't get why you like it, but he'll indulge if it makes you happy :) ♡ Bonus, he'll give you his closet if you ask. He doesn't mind, I like to think he hordes hoodies and shirts anyways-

♡ Doesn't notice his clothes are missing for a while, his mind's more on his shows and impressing you with them ♡ One day he just. Finds you in a sweater. And it makes so much more sense why he stopped seeing it. ♡ Will LOUDLY proclaim that his beloved co-star is looking ADORABLE. to your possible dismay idk. Saki's offering hugs ♡ Will be the type to take pictures of you two when you're wearing his clothes and post it online so everyone can see how cute you are !! He seems so excited it's hard to keep up with him- ♡ Actively encourages this habit, he loves it ♡ Makes lil jokes about stealing your clothes too. He wouldn't though; they're too small!

♡ He would know immediately ♡ Doesn't matter how well you hide it. He Knows ♡ He'll pretend like he doesn't know until he literally can't ♡ Then comes The Teasing ♡ If you're with Rui?? Romantically??? You have to be used to teasing im not sorry i KNOW everyone says it but he fucking WOULD ♡ When he finally catches you in his clothes he smiles ear-to-ear. Oh God ♡ He'll call you so many pet names, bring you flush against his chest, and then coo at you when you inevitably get really flustered and start blushing up a storm ♡ HIS ASS IS NOT PLAYING FAIR !!!!!!!!!!! ♡ He'll hand over his clothes for you to steal any time you want. With the price of him teasing you ♡ He's fine with it. Very fine with it.

[Requests open ! Rentry with info in pinned :3 also pls reblog if you like my shit likes just do not help]

[the-meat-machine]

On page 5714 of Homestuck, when Jane is bopping a bunch of enemies with the lollipop juju, the cherub-looking dudes turn into Lil Cal looking guys, with the red blood ones looking just like him and the green blood ones having green lipstick and cheeks + white bowtie, instead of red and black respectively. And, Jake's Caliborn-esque symbol turns into a Lil Cal-esque symbol.

I feel like this means SOMETHING about Lil Cal, but I have no idea what. Sending this to you because I consider you the Lil Cal Expert. This is absolutely haunting me.

For those who don't remember, anon is referring to this:

Okay, so, before you sent this ask, I hadn't thought too much about this. I figured this was just reinforcing the conceptual link between cherubs and Lil Cal by implying that Trickster Mode cherubs look like Lil Cal.

But I think we can go deeper. Specifically, I'd like to think about what it would mean for Lil Cal to be a juju that's patterned after a trickster-mode cherub.

Bear with me - I'm not sure how much of this is obvious and how much isn't, so I'm just going to go through everything.

Cherubs are connected with Lil Cal

This one is fairly obvious. From a Doylist perspective, Lord English's design deliberately draws elements from Lil Cal's design, and therefore cherubs in general resemble Lil Cal. And of course, Caliborn's soul becomes entangled with Lil Cal's. Even the name Lil Cal is a clear connection.

Cherubs are connected with Trickster Mode

Again, fairly obvious. It's Calliope and Caliborn's combined jujus that cause Trickster mode. All of the Zillyweapons the tricksters create are tied with ridiculous cherub lore. Et cetera.

In addition… I'm going to quote from Hussie explaining Trickster Mode to Caliborn:

Furthermore, [Trickster Mode] could only be seen as a boon from an asocial species. You never have to deal with other people. So if you lick a magic lollipop that flips a switch in your brain that says "all my problems are solved," I guess maybe that's fine for cherubs, but if you're a human you haven't actually solved anything. By the same logic it's not much of a boon to a human's physical journey either. Using an item that lets them start maniacally powering from point A to point B isn't doing them any favors.

This seems to imply that Trickster Mode would be a better power-up for cherubs, who generally don't have to worry about petty things like "fucking up all your interpersonal relationships in a drug-induced mania". It also implies that cherubs may be physically more able to handle Trickster Mode than humans, who seem to be exhausted once it wears off. Like maybe this is a cherub power-up that isn't really meant to be used on humans.

There's also the matter of the energy that tricksters draw on to fuel their antics… but I'll get to that in a bit.

Lil Cal, specifically, is connected with Trickster Mode

As noted in the ask, Lil Cal motifs show up in several places during the Trickster Mode arc. The cherubs in that one flash turn into Lil Cal lookalikes, Jake's skull symbol turns into Lil Cal's head - plus Dirk's Trickster Mode outfit is based on Lil Cal's outfit.

The implication here is that Trickster Mode cherubs look like Lil Cal. Or to put it another way: Lil Cal looks like a Trickster Mode cherub.

And maybe we could stop there. Cherubs, Trickster Mode, and Lil Cal are all connected, so making the trickster cherubs look like Lil Cal could just be a fun visual way to reinforce those ties in the reader's head.

But on the other hand… Lil Cal could, in a way, be an embodiment of cherub Trickster Mode.

Here's where we get more speculative.

Lil Cal has trickster-like traits

What little we know about Lil Cal's "personality" reinforces the impression of him as somehow trickstery. As Calsprite, he literally does nothing but laugh, all the time, always. As a puppet, he shows up throughout the comic, appearing and disappearing in a way that's almost playful and yet also deeply unsettling. And "unsettling playfulness" is pretty much the essence of Trickster Mode.

So far, so good. This all feels like even more reason why Lil Cal makes sense as a representation of a trickster cherub.

Let's go deeper.

the enigmatic forces presiding over all that is eternal (or, what if ALL the rainbow glowy shit is connected)

Here we're going to take a bit of a detour. Ok, maybe it's more of a full-on dialectical road trip. It starts, as all the best things do, with cherub sex.

Here's a quote from Aranea's explanation of cherub reproduction (typing quirk removed for readability):

While dueling in such a monstrous form, their energy is inexhaustible. The transformation taps into the cherubs' latent connection with the enigmatic forces presiding over all that is eternal, and permeating all those endowed with immortality. Normally this power is only accessible to them during mating. In this form, they are only able to be injured by one another, and are otherwise indestructible.

The important part here is that cherubs have an innate connection to a power that imbues immortality, and this power is visually represented as a flashing rainbow energy.

This force is also almost certainly the power underlying both Caliborn/Lord English's immortality and god tier resurrections.

I'll start with the god tier resurrections, because it ties directly in with where Caliborn gets his immortality.

Here's a comparison between the god tier clock and the stock image that it was based on:

Of note here are two changes that Hussie made: 1) The angels (or should I say cherubs) on top have much larger wings. 2) The animals flanking the clock face have been changed to have crocodile heads that resemble the heads of cherubs when they're in their mating form.

All of this is to say that the god tier clock has very deliberate connections to cherubs. This, combined with its apparent function (resurrecting god tiers who have died, conditional on their death being neither heroic nor just) suggests that god tier resurrections are fueled by the same "enigmatic forces presiding over all that is eternal" as mating cherubs. We also get to see that flashing rainbow energy again when it activates:

Caliborn's reward for defeating Yaldabaoth appears to be the god tier clock itself. When Caliborn destroys it, he absorbs the (rainbow, flashing) energy it emits, rendering him unconditionally immortal. As a cherub, Caliborn is the perfect recipient for this boon - he already has an inherent affinity for this sort of power thanks to his species.

Ok, so what does this all have to do with Trickster Mode?

You know what else is associated with flashing rainbow energy? That's right: Trickster Mode.

I know, this may seem like a stretch, but also bear in mind that the exact pastel rainbow flashing colors that the tricksters talk in (and that show up when Jake, Roxy, and Dirk transform) are also seen both when one of the cherubs transforms into its mating form and when a cherub hatches from its egg (compare the text colors to the colors around the red cherub below). So, we've got more connections to cherub energy here.

My theory is that Trickster Mode taps into the same well of energy that powers cherubs' transformations during mating. In this case, the point is less the immortality and more the "inexhaustible energy" that mating cherubs have.

This would track with Trickster Mode being a power-up that's much better suited to cherubs than humans - cherubs are inherently connected to this energy and are built to withstand it. It also would give an added dimension to the tricksters' obsession with sex and babies - they're imbued with mating energy!

Under this view, Trickster Mode would be "intended" as a power-up that would grant a cherub all the power and energy they normally can only tap into while mating, presumably without needing to transform into a giant snake or waste all that energy on a years-long sex battle.

If this theory was correct, it might imply that someone in Trickster Mode would be unkillable for the duration of the transformation. There's no proof of this, which is the main reason I consider this theory to just be speculation rather than something I think was definitely intended in canon. Still, there's also no proof that tricksters aren't immortal, and would anyone really be surprised if you tried to kill a trickster and they just grinned at you and kept on going? It seems like it would be in keeping with the trickster power set, is all I'm saying.

Lord English as a perma-Trickster?

Now, as I mentioned above, as of the end of Homestuck Caliborn already has forged a permanent connection to "the enigmatic forces presiding over all that is eternal", making him unconditionally immortal and also giving him some really annoying-to-look-at eyeballs. But that in itself still doesn't grant him all the power Lord English has. He doesn't seem to, for example, have limitless energy or the ability to shoot rainbow laser beams out of his mouth.

So here's where my theorizing becomes even more improbable. I don't really think this next part is an "intended" reading, but I still think it's an interesting possibility to consider.

Lord English inherits traits from most of the souls inhabiting Lil Cal - Caliborn most obviously, but also Equius's muscles, Gamzee's honking, etc. But here's the thing: Lil Cal - as in, the juju itself - is also an ectobiological component of Lord English. It's not unthinkable that Lord English could inherit traits from Lil-Cal-the-juju - which, remember, is patterned off of a Trickster Mode cherub.

So my theory here is that Lord English is basically in a permanent Trickster Mode-like state, thanks to inheriting traits from Lil Cal. This state could be what grants him his absurdly massive amounts of power and the aforementioned rainbow-mouth-laser abilities.

After all, what does Trickster Mode do? It flips a switch in your brain that tells you that all your problems are solved and grants you huge amounts of energy to go do whatever your id desires most. And what would Caliborn do if he had unlimited energy and no obstacles left to stand in his way? I think the answer is obvious: Fuck. Shit. Up.

Lord English is basically Caliborn's id writ large and given limitless power to spend fucking shit up for all eternity. And really, what more could a cherub dream of?

[aalissy]

Balcony

Woot woot! Chapter 2 is finished! And it's another lil bit of Marichat fluff that I hope you all will like :). Lemme know what you think <3

AO3

The night was quiet, the stars twinkling in the clear night sky as Marinette sat on her balcony, sketching designs for her next fashion project. The gentle breeze carried the scent of flowers and the soft glow of the city lights added to the serene atmosphere.

As she concentrated on her drawings, a familiar voice broke the silence. "Hey there, purrincess," Chat Noir's playful voice rang out, causing Marinette to look up in surprise.

"Chaton!" Marinette exclaimed, a smile lighting up her face as she saw him standing on the edge of her balcony, his black suit shimmering in the moonlight. He looked good. Her eyes traced over the leather that clung to him unthinkingly. 

Closing her sketchbook sharply with a loud slam, Marinette quickly shook her head. Nope! She wasn’t going to be thinking about boys! She was too busy dealing with Monarch and trying to get the miraculouses back. There was no time for boys. 

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything important," Chat said with a grin as he leaped gracefully onto the balcony, landing with his usual flair. He glanced down at the sketchbook in her hands, raising a brow.

Marinette chuckled, putting it down on the floor beside her chair. "Not at all. It's always a pleasant surprise when you drop by."

“Can I take a quick peek?” he asked, pointing down at the notebook almost eagerly.

“Of course, you can!” she giggled as Chat sauntered over to her, plopping down beside her as he opened up the sketchbook. “I’ve been working on some new ideas lately. You and your suit may actually feature in them a couple of times.”

He was quiet for a short moment, admiring her sketches with genuine interest. "Wow, these designs are simply meowevelous. You never cease to impress me, purrincess."

Marinette rolled her eyes even as the praise left her heart fluttering ever so slightly. “You could have done that without the pun, you know,” she pointed out.

“Yeah, but where’s the fun in that.” He grinned up at her.

Marinette couldn't help but sigh at his playful words even as a small laugh left her lips. "Alright, fine. Pun accepted. I suppose. Thank you very much for the compliment, mon Chaton."

As they bantered back and forth, Marinette's worries about Monarch and the miraculouses momentarily faded into the background. Chat had a way of bringing lightness to her world, even in the midst of chaos. It was moments like this where she was very glad that he was her partner.

"Speaking of fun," Chat Noir said, closing her sketchbook gently and placing it back down on the floor. "How about we take a break from everything going on tonight? How about a little midnight stroll through Paris? It should help to relieve some of the stress I can feel pouring out of you."

Marinette hesitated for a moment, thinking about her homework, her studies, and her duties as Ladybug waiting for her. But then she looked into Chat’s earnest, anxious eyes, and something in her softened. Nodding her head, she said, "Sure, why not? A little break won't hurt."

Chat’s grin widened, and before Marinette knew it, she was swept off her feet, cradled in his strong arms. She gasped in surprise as he winked at her, a playful twinkle in his eyes. Slowly, she leaned further into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck with a soft smile as her eyes fluttered closed. Chat then leaped off of her balcony, landing effortlessly on the Paris streets below.

The night air was cool against Marinette's skin as Chat carried her through the quiet streets of Paris. They passed by familiar landmarks bathed in the soft glow of streetlights, their laughter mingling with the night's gentle whispers.

"Where are we going?" Marinette asked, enjoying the adventure despite her initial hesitation.

"It's a surprise," Chat replied with a wink, his steps light and confident as he navigated the city's alleys.

They walked and talked for what felt like hours, sharing stories and jokes, their bond growing stronger with each step. Marinette even found herself managing to forget about the pressures and stress waiting for her back at home, lost in the moment of simply being with her partner. Her Chaton.

Finally, they reached a secluded spot by the Seine, where the river shimmered under the moonlight. Chat Noir set Marinette down gently, and they sat side by side, gazing at the tranquil beauty around them.

"Wow," she whispered, her heart full. “It’s beautiful out here. I don’t think I’ve ever come out here to see it this late at night before.”

He smiled, his gaze warm as he looked at her. "Neither have I. I’m glad we get to share it together."

Marinette nibbled on her lower lip, leaning back as she gazed out at the dark, tranquil water. The gentle sound of the waves had her eyes closing once more. Honestly, she could fall asleep out here just like this. It was so peaceful.

“You know, Marinette, you deserve moments just like this. Moments of peace and joy. Moments where you don’t have to constantly be thinking and worrying about everything."

She opened her eyes, unable to stop the almost bitter laugh from coming through. “Don’t I know it,” she muttered.

But, the world couldn’t afford for her to take a day off. She could barely take a night off.

“I’m serious, Marinette,” Chat murmured back. He placed his hand atop hers, squeezing it gently. “You need to take the time to relax. Especially during little moments like this with your best pal, Chat Noir.”

He bumped his shoulder against hers and finally, she was giggling for real this time.

After another quiet moment, she murmured, “Thanks, Chaton. You were right. I did need this.”

As they sat together, the world seemed to slow down, allowing them to savor the magic of the night and the warmth of each other's company. For a brief moment, all was right in their world, and Marinette couldn't help but feel grateful for Chat’s unexpected visit and the midnight stroll that was certainly going to turn into a cherished memory for her.

[aimmyarrowshigh]

14. What have you been finding frustrating with writing this chapter/fic?

Complain a lil bit at me. I love me some complaining. Brains are the absolute worst, honestly, there has to be a better way to have a consciousness.

GAH, well, since you asked for complaining, haha...

I HAD written all of Lent From Tomorrow. Or, well. I had written fully-fully the first 3/4 of it and had a robust outline and chunklets in the last quarter. So I felt safe to start posting it. I KNOW myself. I am BAD at posting WIPs. I am bad at it. My track record of my entire life illustrates this.

So I started posting it and things were going swimmingly! "Yes!" I told myself. "I'm successfully posting a WIP!"

But then I pulled a WandaVision and went, "oh, dear, everyone consuming this story figured out my red herrings much faster than anticipated, I must CHANGE THE STORY" but not in a "screw the audience over" way like WandaVision, just in a "this reveal comes much sooner than I had written, because otherwise I'm worried it will come across like beating a dead horse to keep dropping hints when y'all already know."

So... that completely undid the back HALF of the story, and I started writing it chapter-by-chapter as I posted, and I was doing okay. It wasn't the weekly update schedule I'd had with the prewritten chapters, but that's fine. It's fanfiction. People go years without updating sometimes, especially me, because I AM BAD AT WIPS. But it was still going okay!

And then April and May happened, and I'm ngl, literally every day of April, something cartoonishly horrible happened in my real life and I did not write a word for the entire month. Or do much of anything. I don't even think I read any comic books. I did zero. And then May was... not much better. Like, maybe something cartoonishly horrible happened every three days instead of every day, but it was still way too much.

I actually wrote more in May than I've written in that same time span since 2024 started, which I'm really proud of myself for -- I wrote 14,000 words (plus like 800 words of unpostable noodling) in three weeks, and that's not, like, Impressive or Enough but it's better than I've been able to produce in a while. I told myself just focus on the drabbles and tiny ficlets that were coming out of the prompt/pairing list I'd set up for myself for MLMay, and I tried not to freak myself out, and words happened, and it was nice! And then the last week of May also happened and we're back to Very Bad Brain Times.

So... I know what happens in the last quarter of Lent. I WANT to be writing it. But my brain is just not "together" enough right now to slip into the mindset for such a heavy-duty, plotty, researchy, emotional longfic, and I'm just spiraling and making myself feel even worse by getting more and more anxious about how long it's taking me to write it.

I know, logically, that it's not a huge deal. If people are gonna stick around to read what comes next, they will, and if they don't, they don't, and that's fine. That's how posting serial fiction works. I mean, that's even how TV used to work in the before-streaming times, and it's not like I worried about the feelings of a showrunner if I got behind on a show or decided it went somewhere I didn't care to follow. That's just serialized art! It's fine! I know logically that it's fine!

But reader, Emotionally, It Is Not Fine. I love this story so much, and I'm so invested in actually finishing something for once and I've stupidly pinned like... a lot of my beliefs about my Worth As A Person on "whether I can finish and successfully post an entire longfic," which, I get it, that in itself is not the biggest issue at play here, but whatever. Baby steps. And I just... it sounds so stupid. And I KNOW that it's small potatoes.

I just want people to like it.*

And I know that every passing day that I don't update, fewer people are going to read it and/or like it, and that also feeds the Bad Brain Spiral. And I don't know.

So tl;dr, the most frustrating part of writing this chapter is myself? I guess????

*Before anyone jumps in to whine about and/or laugh at this statement, I'm not saying "I want it to be a stucky fandom classic," or anything ridiculous like that. I literally just mean that I want the people who choose to read it to enjoy it enough to finish it and maybe have an emotionally positive experience from reading it.

**I also feel very. This is another dumb complaint that I know won't come across right, because internet, but -- I feel very like... separated from stucky fandom (in part because I'm a newer fan who came to the fandom after its heyday, in part because I don't like a lot of currently-popular fanons, in part because I am way too shy for Discord?) and I feel bad bugging uninterested people with thoughts/feelings about my own stories, so I've kind of just... stoppered up my excitement for this story for a long time. Also, an asshole ex-friend of mine straight-up told me that "stuckies are going to hate it because there isn't enough sex and it's really boring for being a fic, especially since it's Steve POV and not Bucky POV" and that just kind of made me feel like. I couldn't squee about the story. And it's HARD to write longfic and not feel like you can share it with people??? IDK. Stuff and thoughts. Whatever. etc.

[atopvisenyashill]

What about laenor live and daemon die scenario?

Gonna be honest this is best case scenario for Rhaenyra husband wise lmaoooo.

Laenor isn’t a particularly present husband, in the show or in the books, but I think having a husband who just doesn’t pay attention to you is better than having one that your opps actively hate. Like, listen I love Daemon and I would even go so far as to say that I am a hashtag daemon apologist in several scenes but also this man is just objectively bad for Rhaenyra. He is the Aemond of her side; he’s too violent, too impulsive, too angry, too ready to escalate a situation, got too much he feels he has to prove. The main thing Daemon has going for him is his history in war being an advantage, but Laenor also has that AND he has a handle on his temper, if not his grief.

But details on where specifically I think this affects the plot-

Aegon III & Viserys II are butterfly effected away. This doesn’t mean Rhaenyra won’t have more kids tho. Depending on which canon you’re following here, it’s not impossible that Rhaenyra might take another lover, out of loneliness, wanting to have more children, or just like, spite, and if Rhaenyra & Laenor properly reconcile in their marriage, they may even attempt to have their own again to try to throw off the rumors about the older boys.

The Vaemond thing just objectively goes better. This isn’t hard, because it basically couldn’t have gone worse. First of all, in the books Rhaenyra sends Daemon to kill him. She cannot send Laenor to do it because that’s kinslaying which means she’d have to like, do it herself, and Rhaenyra is fierce but she’s not a warrior like Visenya. As far as we know, she cannot actually swordfight. So even if she has some sort of breakdown in front of Laenor begging him to protect their sons’ claims, Vaemond is NOT getting fed to Syrax publicly. Secondly, it’s a lot harder to continuously push that the boys are bastards when the father is standing right there going “well i’m saying they’re mine” like Vaemond would look INSANE especialy since LAENOR is Corlys’ heir so what is Vaemond pushing on here, exactly?? “Jump over Laenor in the succession to me??” Absolutely not! He’s going to approach this much differently!

The Dragon Twins are now Dragon Orphans. After the stepstones war, he doesn’t really do anything that could get him killed until the dance starts which means - who assassinates his ass? Does he die in tourney? Does Otto get worried about what Daemon would do once Otto takes the throne, and just decides to have him killed? And if he does - I mean fuck, a Faceless Man would be super expensive bc Daemon is famous as hell, but he’s also not a complete idiot and a regular assassin is probably not gonna whack him. If it’s obviously suspicious, Rhaenyra definitely panics over it, not to mention Baela and Rhaena are now orphaned and don’t have Rhaenyra as the mom who Stepped Up so Corlys has complete control over what happens to the dragon twins. He’s not gonna break the betrothals but at the same time, he does have a lil bit of leverage over Rhaenyra here. If Daemon dies in tourney, that’s hilarious, but probably doesn’t make Rhaenyra spiral over the Greens coming to murder her kids (she absolutely takes it hard emotionally though). If he gets sick suddenly and dies, I think Rhaenyra does get suspicious still but is fine. However, at the end of the day, Baela and Rhaena have no parents, nor do they have a stepmother.

There’s a lot of dragons to fight over now. So the thing is, in the book, Aemond claims Vhagar at Laenor’s funeral, not Laena’s. He’s not mentioned to have been at Laena’s funeral at all even though she died first. I’m not really sure what happens with the dragons once their riders die - you can’t really like, herd them back to KL if you can’t ride them. We know Vermithor and Silverwing just nested somewhere on Dragonstone and were left alone for awhile, for example, so I get the impression they just like. Let the dragon chill wherever the rider died and if someone claims it, someone claims it (which is how Laena got Vhagar in the first place). BUT. There’s two dragons riderless now, potentially just hanging out on Driftmark - Vhagar AND Caraxes. Maybe Aemond follows Vhagar’s call and manages to claim her before Rhaena does. Maybe Rhaena can’t actually claim her and Vhagar wanders somewhere safer for Aemond to attempt to claim her. Maybe Rhaena feels a call to Caraxes and claims him, so when Aemond claims Vhagar it’s not a big fight. There’s a lot of different ways this could go.

Addam won’t ever claim Seasmoke. That makes me sad. Aw maybe Addam claims Vhagar, we know she loves sad kids!!! I can dream!!!!

Driftmark goes differently. I say different and not goes away because the whole family is still going to gather to inter Daemon’s ashes at Dragonstone, and there could still be some high tensions but without being concrete about where he dies, we don’t really know where Vhagar or Caraxes are hanging out.

[WHEN does Daemon die in the show tho. Do he and Rhaenyra fuck and then he chokes on a pickle?? That’s gonna make her SPIRAL omg. Does he die with Laena in Pentos? Rhaenys is gonna have to fly to Pentos to go pick up the girls bc they have NO ONE now. How did Vhagar get back to Driftmark in the show, did Daemon just say “hey girl just follow Caraxes” and she was like “Yeah fine whatever I fucjing hate Pentos anyway”? How are they getting Caraxes AND Vhagar back to Dragonstone??? Anyways, Aemond would still get Vhagar in the show, probably, but Rhaena could claim Caraxes if she wanted]

Blood and Cheese is so much different. Aemond’s murder of Lucerys demands some sort of answer; there’s certainly the kinslaying & escalation of the war angle but also, he just like, murders someone bc his pride is hurt under a peace banner. This is the second dumbest move in the whole war (the first is B&C). Laenor (and Corlys & probs Rhaenys, bc he’s definitely checking in with his parents for what to do here) is probably yelling to everyone that Aemond is a kinslayer, but this post here gives a great alternative which is hostage taking. A son for a son - you murdered Lucerys so to keep you on better behavior, we are abducting your son. Certainly a cruel, brutal thing to do but like, I think a lot of people in Westeros would see this as a strong move so long as the Blacks treat whichever child they abducted (i’m assuming jaehaerys here) with all the courtesy and respect owed to a child hostage. If they posit themselves as people willing to play by the rules but not be pushed around, going up against the kinslaying tyrants who usurped them? Bro, that’s just a slam DUNK in PR, I think the Greens are cooked in terms of reputation here.

What’s the pattern you notice here? Well it’s that Rhaenyra’s reputation is a LOT better in this scenario and also, who has what dragon is kinda up in the air. Some people were always gonna side with the Greens for a variety of reasons but during the “war of words” where everyone is trying to shore up support, Rhaenyra may win more people to her side because her reputation has not taken several hits, and she’s made the Greens look bad.

However, while Rhaenyra certainly looks better and may gain allies faster, I still think there are some problems here - Otto is actively planning a coup & Rhaenyra is not in the capital. IF, after Harwin & Lyonel dies, Viserys still names Otto as his Hand, Rhaenyra is still roughly in a similar spot as in canon. I was going to suggest Laenor be named Hand (with Rhaenyra doing the work in the background) but I think that’s just as much of a long shot as Rhaenyra being named Hand, because Viserys is wary of Corlys & Rhaenys having too much influence (even though…. would have been better if the Hightowers had less power than his HEIR, Viserys pls). Most of Laenor’s use comes once the conflict starts - a cooler head to deal with the fallout of Luke’s death, to support Rhaenyra in the capital, to assert the claims of the Velaryon boys. At the same time, if Aegon still fires Otto after the Cargyll debacle & B&C (Laenor’s Version), and Criston still designs a trap, it’s possible that instead of Rhaenys dying in it, Laenor dies in it. But also maybe not!! Maybe Laenor, who has experience in battle, manages to wriggle his way out of the fight, or manages to take Sunfyre completely out, or even kill Aegon or Aemond. Aegon losing Sunfyre so early would imo be a huge blow to morale and if Aegon DIES this early? Even if all he does is exactly what Rhaenys and Meleys manage, that still means Rhaenyra has Rhaenys and Meleys still alive - maybe this means Rhaenyra is able to hold the capital for longer, maybe it means Rhaenys stays at Dragonstone and notices Aegon & Sunfyre and goes after them instead of Baela and Moondancer.