#get this out of my head omg

[kiramiel]

THOTD Idea or Prompt or Whatever I just need this out of my Head

Rhaenyra took a deep breath and exhaled sharply through her nose, very reminiscent of her dragon. Right now, she envied Syrax her freedom. Her golden beauty could take off into the sky, and none would dare oppose her, with her fierce fiery breath and her giant size, while Rhaenyra was confined by her dreadfully human body and the expectations human society had for her.

As she watched a Lannister and whoever the other one was dissolve into a fight that would have more place in a pub than in royal company, Raenyra was once again both bitter and relieved that she wasn’t born a man.

On the one hand, it would have solved nearly every problem in her life, but on the other, she would be one of those arrogant creatures who thought more with their genitals than with their heads, and considered themselves entitled to anything they might wish simply because they so happened to be born with a cock. Rhaenyra would have liked to think that she would be intelligent enough not to be indoctrinated into this human fallacy of thinking if she so happened to be male, but looking at her family, those with fire in their blood who called themselves dragons, she was confronted with reality. Even Targaryan men were still, at the end of the day, men.

Disappointing, but Rhaenyra had long learned to live with disappointment.

She scanned the crowd with an irritated gaze, so very tired of these people who thought themselves worthy of being tied to her. She was a dragon, and before her were nothing but prey animals hoping to jump beyond their station. The thought of one of them thinking they had the right to stand by her side, the right to her life and her body and her title, was sickening. She would rather set herself aflame than take one of these squabbling, greedy things into her bed and call them husband.

She was about to give up on this whole endeavor, jump upon Syrax’s back and proclaim this tour a failure to her father, when something caught her eye. Or rather, someone.

A man. With dark hair that curled almost down to his shoulders and gimlet grey eyes that reminded her of the glint of sword, swathed in furs of black and silver.

There was something different about him, Rhaenyra noted, tilting her head in interest, her sharp eyes catching on the way he rolled his shoulders like a dragon narrowing on moving prey. It should have made him look uncomfortable, but instead, it managed to make him look like he was loosening his muscles for a fight.

She realized with some surprise that despite his quite frankly impressive stature, taller and broader than even the largest of her guards, she hadn’t noticed him until now. A moment later, as the guards forcefully escorted the two still-shouting men out of the hall, she understood why. Where the crowd around him laughed and tittered and gossipped behind their hands, moving and swaying as the ocean, he alone stood unmoved. Like an iceberg at sea, solid and so, so—

Cold.

That was it, Rhaenyra thought. There was a coldness in his eyes and ice in his veins, she could feel it. His presence prickled against her senses, a chill like a winter breeze, so reminiscent of the blazing fires that were her family and yet so different at the same time.

She stood slowly, disregarding the last vestiges of the previous commotion and the way the hall went silent the second she moved. She descended the steps with slow, measured footsteps, almost predatory in her grace. The world fell away around her, becoming an unimportant, grey mass. Her eyes never strayed from his face, and he withstood her attention without a flinch, when so many men before him looked away in discomfort.

“I am a dragon, Lord Stark,” she spoke quietly. “I am fire and blood and brimstone. I am chaos and madness and men burned to ashes for their sins. There is dragon fire in my blood and magic in my bones.” She tilted her head, and looked him over. Predatory. Accessing. “You are ice. I can feel it in you.” Her eyes met his again, this time challenging, “My question to you is this. Will you temper me, will you cool my fury and make me stronger, or will you melt under the flames, unable to withstand the heat?”

The world held its breath as Lord Stark considered her, his head unbowed and his eyes steady. When he spoke, it was as if his words held a physical weight, forcing attention even from the most unwilling listeners. “I am a Stark, your highness. I am of winter’s breath. I am creeping ice and a slow death for those who defy me. I am the lack of mercy in a winter's touch and the freezing death of all things living. I am the sharpness of jagged ice. Stark’s don’t melt,” he said as if writing truth into the fabric of the universe, “merely reform to accommodate the circumstances.” His eyes were intense, steady, not the raging fires she was used to. “And for you, my princess, it will be an honor to shape my ice into a shield and sword, so that you may wield them against your enemies.”

Rhaenyra smiled wide. It was unladylike, but she couldn’t help herself. Lord Stark didn’t seem to mind. His own smile was small but sharp, an edge of a blade where hears was a baring of teeth.

“Well then, Lord Stark, shall we put your words to the test?” She extended her hand, deceptively delicate, and he took it with a bow of his head.

“If that is your wish, my princess.”

Don’t know if this will ever become anything but we’ll see.

[dizzybizz]

my brain latched onto ratio in the span a day or two and i am. struggling with that. have a hsr magma dump about it.

these are in reverse chronological order so that it looks like i get more normal as the post goes on (it doesnt)

[perryelornitorrinco]

I needed to do this, THE UPDATE WAS SO GOOFY.

They’re literally gonna kill each other. Wild and Four having a deep conversation about Twi and Time and meanwhile these two goofing around, I love the chaos.

But yeah, here’s a quick drawing I did instead of sleeping >:)

AND NOW THEY GET PAIRED TO GET THEIR BOOMERANGS BACK I CAN'T AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[kristybluebird]

All things will fade, maybe it's better off that way; I wish you'd stay with me.

[justaz]

im a slut for post magic reveal arthur (& knights) thinking merlin has like. a smidge of magic. like he can get stains out of clothes or warm food and baths but OBVIOUSLY merlin can’t fight. that’s ridiculous. merlin doesn’t correct this notion for whatever reason - perhaps it’s best that people think that so when they’re all in danger, he isn’t registered as a threat so he can protect his silly lil guys. ofc his silly lil guys realize that they were wrong bc the bad guys get a lil too close to hurting arthur and merlin is like “nope! fights over!!” and annihilates them

[that-one-raccoon]

More Magic and Mystery lets gooooo

[coff33andb00ks]

Ollie + 13 & 20 🐻

(whoever you are ily) 13: linking hands together during sex & 20: pressing the other’s hand against their cheek (warnings: smut, age gap {reader is older than Ollie}, Ollie's a virgin and it shows)

driver + number = drabble/short fic <3

This is so... Wrong. Has been since you first met, really. You feel borderline filthy for wanting it, for letting yourself feel something for him. And yet it feels so right, like it was meant to be. Because for all his inexperience and alleged lack of abilities with women girls, he always says and does just the right thing.

It all started so innocently. Meet, spend time with, and interview the young man making waves in formula one. The babyfaced kid that's scarily good at what he does. You thought it would be like all your other profiles on drivers.

And it was, but he wasn't.

You liked him. He was funny and nice, smart and humble. Unlike others he seemed excited to meet you, to open himself up to your questions. He wasn't shy about sharing insecurities and what he thought were his shortcomings. An hour with him and you understood why the girls on social media were vocal in their love for him.

You've wanted things before. You've wanted men before, to the point you'd almost embarrassed yourself all in pursuit of what you thought would be good sex.

But Oliver--

"Oh god," he whines.

Penetration is not supposed to feel this good. And yet your thighs are already shaking, you're clenching, your back is arching. You dig your nails into his shoulders, one of your last coherent thoughts being I probably shouldn't mark him.

He's breathing harshly, the hands on your hips trembling, and you watch his eyes close, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

You never thought you'd be jealous of teeth, but here you are. Wishing it was your teeth and then you remember it can be. "Ollie..."

His eyes open and he gulps. "S-sorry. Trying not to... Y'know."

You nod, thoughts of biting his lip going away for now as you reach down, taking one of his hands and holding onto it. "It's okay, baby."

He nods, dipping his head to kiss you. Your teeth sink into his bottom lip and he whimpers, dragging your hand up. Following his guidance, you cup your hand over his cheek, humming softly while he tries his very best to control himself. Knowing that even if he can't you'll still like him.

[teeth-draws]

Chase suffers in love but the other Norms still let him come to their little photoshoot

[vivietoria]

My brain worms won't let me finish my psych report unless I draw this man

[peach-s0up]

hallelujah i say as ford prefect bends over to pick up his pen

[tillero]

I can’t with this woman anymore…

[lemongogo]

anyways . silly thing

[dizzybizz]

trailblazer makes a wikihow on how to become a raccoon

they commission gepard to do the art

[tommygotwrittenoff]

i just think if roles were reversed and buck was the one saying those gay ass lines to eddie, eddie wouldve proposed like four seasons ago

[navramanan]

ok i'm curious,

[tacagen]

one of the things that fascinate me about thawne: yes, he CAN be normal with kids! surprisingly normal!

((not at all times, though. his mental illness still spills through and as usual he, in trying to manipulate or hurt others, spits out at them the exact stuff that would hurt him (or have in his childhood/barry's rejection interpretation) the most in the first place lmao))

but at the same time. his like second instinct when doing his bullshit is FUCK THEM (as) KIDS

(and, well. whatever this classifies as)