#he's a bitch he's a lover he's a child he's a mother etc etc etc.

[bromcommie]

also played a fun little game where I take a shot every time the MCU fucks up continuity on Bucky's life! am in the hospital with acute alcohol poisoning now though haha. the doctors don't know if I'm gonna make it

[happi-tree]

Norm for the bingo?

Normally my son boy!!! Short king of my heart 💙💙💙

Before the most recent episode I WOULD'VE put Schrodinger's queer but. According to canon he's a certified boyliker (or. whatever gender Hermie feels like being lmao) <3

[itsgameofthronesimagines]

Strong Dragons (Part Four)

(Gif not mine)

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Masterlist Here

Pairing: Daemon x Fem!Reader x Rhaenyra

Warnings: NSFW! 18+ only! Smut, mature themes and language, P in V, dirty talking, breeding kink, fingering, arranged marriages, unprotected rough/raw sex (wrap it before you tap it), incest, oral (female receiving), dom!rhaenyra, graphic depictions of pregnancy and labor, threesomes, death, depictions of both the books and shows, etc.

Word Count: 7,563

Tag: strong dragons hotd fic

Summary: Y/n’s pregnancy progresses as well as her reputation on Dragonstone. Daemon and Rhaenyra are enthralled by their Mother of Dragons.

Requested by: @ivy-targaryen​

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A/N: Tumblr kept deleting this as I worked on it so now I’m frustrated to the point I’m in tears. I’m definitely taking a break from this series as I’m too exhausted to bother right now after all that stress.

The following week upon Y/n's arrival was a busy one, to be sure. Dragonstone was filled with activity as Rhaenyra announced to her staff that both Prince Daemon and Lady Y/n would act as every bit the lord and lady of the keep as the princess and her own husband. The servants, loyal to Rhaenyra and loyal to her secret arrangement, welcomed Y/n with open arms, each individual introducing themselves while Y/n tried her best to remember all their names for their devoted kindness. It appeared as though the idea of a child excited the entire island -not just her lovers- as they helped their new lady feel at home.

Gerardys, Rhaenyra's head maester assigned to Dragonstone, confirmed what Y/n already knew, that she was, indeed, with child. He suspected that she was, at the very least, three moons along, since she hasn't even begun to show through her dresses. Now that her pregnancy was confirmed, Rhaenyra made sure to provide the best servants for her female lover, even introducing her to her own handmaidens, including the most loyal, Elinda Massey. Elinda was the youngest of Rhaenyra's ladies-in-waiting and the most devoted to House Targaryen overall. She was sweet and caring, a pretty young woman who pulled at Y/n's heartstrings. After meeting Elinda, Y/n pats Rhaenyra's arm and assures her that she would get along beautifully with her handmaidens.

Y/n had been aware of the fool, Mushroom. She knew of him only by reputation in court, a three-foot dwarf with a large head and a lackwit of intelligence, but nevertheless, a devoted, loyal servant to Rhaenyra, who has known him for the entirety of her father's reign. Mushroom tended to favor the princess over King Viserys and therefore followed her back to Dragonstone. Once introduced to all the handmaids at her disposal, Y/n was then greeted by a particular servant Rhaenyra had promised would make her laugh. Mushroom was delightful to Lady Y/n. A little crude, perhaps, but he did indeed earn a hearty laugh out of her and a silent trust to always rely on him with her secrets, as many have gained with Mushroom over the years, whether it was earned or foolishly given.

While Rhaenyra was in charge of Y/n becoming acquainted with her staff, Daemon charged himself with helping his new wife feel more comfortable with the island itself. He took her on many walks along the beaches and gave her plenty of cautionary tales about the volcano looming over their new castle. He made sure Y/n was aware of the many caves surrounding the island of his ancestral home, and informed her of what to do should she ever accidentally stumble upon a dragon. Daemon wasn't entirely worried about the tamed ones, as long as Y/n didn't try to ride them without their respective companion... he was more or less bothered by the idea of his pregnant wife accidentally coming across a dragon with no rider.

"How many are there?" She had asked one night over dinner, "Which dragons are without a rider?"

"Vermithor and Silverwing are castle dragons, beasts who had been tamed before but over the years have lost their riders," Daemon explained from his seat beside her, one of his arms draped over the back of her chair, "They once belonged to King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne, my grandparents. Then there are the wild dragons, beasts untamed and have never known the bond of a rider. Grey Ghost, the Cannibal, and Sheepstealer are the ones you should be most careful of."

"That doesn't mean to be less cautious of the other dragons, like Vermithor and Silverwing," Rhaenyra had cut in with alert eyes captivating Y/n's, "They may have known human companionship in the past, but that doesn't mean they will be familiar with you. It's been a long time since they have been ridden, therefore it's best to just give them their space and they will give you yours."

"Our dragons might be the most decent towards you," Laenor assures Y/n, "Caraxes, Syrax, and Seasmoke have more experience with human interaction and are smart enough to realize that you are a friend to them. But I wouldn't suggest seeking them out unless you were with one of us."

"Which reminds me," Rhaenyra beams, avoiding the less dreary topic while setting down her fork excitedly, "With our new prince or princess on the way, we will need to pick out a dragon egg for them."

One of the many topics that made Y/n feel like a stranger in her new home. She had nearly forgotten the prospect of a dragon baby in her belly, "To place it in their crib, right?"

"That is the custom, yes. Usually, the parent chooses the egg, and you are welcome to come with us."

"Into Dragonmont?" The woman's dark eyes widen, looking around at the three dragon riders before her, sheepish and possibly worried, "I have no experience with dragons let alone their eggs."

Daemon nods in agreement, addressing his wife but exchanging a glance of approval with Rhaenyra, "It's best if we get you and the dragons properly acquainted then."

Rhaenyra nods in response, "Perhaps you should ride with one of us on our dragon."

Laenor bursts out laughing, startling everyone including the servants as they bring silverware and food to and from the table. Y/n recognizes the jest and found herself in the mind of a child as she grabs the nearest thing, an apple, before aiming and throwing the fruit across the table at Laenor's head. She had missed pitifully, but the attempt made the Velaryon lord laugh, even more, clutching his midsection when his ribs began to hurt. Y/n could feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment, but even the corner of her mouth turned up into an amused smile.

Rhaenyra, however, looked baffled while turning her gaze between her husband and her aunt, "Have I missed something?"

Y/n had barely heard her over Laenor's laughter. One look from Daemon slowly shuts him up, but a grin is still plastered on his face, eyes twinkling at Y/n as she bashfully ducks her head, "I didn't fare very well at sea. I doubt I'd fare well on the back of a dragon."

The princess grasps her meaning and relaxed her furrowed eyebrows, flashing a heatless glare at Laenor and causing him to cough to cover the last bit of laughter within him. Y/n playfully glared at her niece's husband as well but didn't even try to fight the smile this time.

"Well, the choice is yours, my love. You may not want to be familiar with dragons now, but perhaps you can learn and grow alongside our child's dragon when their egg hatches."

Her smile sparkles, "That would be lovely. I will start out small, just as our child will with their lifelong companion."

~~~~~~~~~

Getting used to kisses on her belly would be a bit of a challenge for Y/n, but not something she would likely grow tired of. Despite not showing through her dresses, it's clear to her lovers that her body has already begun to change in order to accommodate the child. Rhaenyra blatantly kisses Y/n's abdomen one night, after already shedding the Lady Strong of all her layers, and feels the slowly forming bump beneath her pale lips. Rhaenyra smiled into her female lover's flesh, biting back a moan when Daemon involuntarily thrusts into her at the sight before him, Y/n sprawled over the edge of the bed while Rhaenyra bent over her. Daemon stood behind Rhaenyra, lined up against her backside as he continued to pull out and slowly ease back into her heat. Meanwhile, Rhaenyra continued to kiss Y/n's belly before leaving a wet trail down to her already glistening cunt, the princess softly blowing cool air over the heat and sending shivers up the lady's spine. Y/n arched her back, whimpering without any friction to satisfy her needs, trying her best to remain still with her hands fisting the bedsheets near her head.

"Rhaenyra--"

"My apologies, love," the princess kissed the soft inside of the lady's thigh. Y/n could feel her smirk against her trembling skin, "I was merely doting on our child."

Y/n scoffs up at the ceiling, "Perhaps you should dote on me first, or else I'll pray to the gods for our child to bear my reputation of holding a grudge."

"We best be careful with this one," Daemon cuts in, still thrusting his hips against Rhaenyra's arse while whispering into her ear, amusement stitched into his low voice, "I'm beginning to think her bite is worse than her bark."

Rhaenyra hums in agreement, closing her eyes and pulling her head back in bliss when his cock hits that certain, perfect spot inside her, "I think she's becoming more of a dragon the longer she's here. Perhaps it is both a blessing and a curse."

"It'd be less of a curse if you would stop talking and touch me, Princess."

The female Targaryen is startled out of laughter, gasping up to the ceiling of her chambers when Daemon's hip jerks forward unexpectedly, out of rhythm. Both uncle and niece are clearly affected by their Strong woman's demand, both equally shocked and aroused by her sudden boldness.

"If pregnancy brings out this side of you, I think we'll have to keep you full with our children all the time."

~~~~~~~~~

High Valyrian proved to be a difficult language to learn. Y/n had asked one evening if one or both of her lovers could teach her so that she might be able to communicate with them and any children they'll have in the future. Daemon and Rhaenyra were delighted to teach Y/n their mother tongue and tried their best to teach her when any free time was given. Much like the times Y/n and Daemon would spend time together by the hearth in King's Landing, the three lovers now spent the same time by the hearth together on Dragonstone.

"Ñuhon lenton Targārien jorrāelza issa?" She tried reciting one evening, her nose scrunching up as even she doubted the way she phrased the sentence, "'My love is for House Targaryen?'"

Lounging on the other end of the couch, fondly watching her female lover, Rhaenyra faintly smiled, a breath of laughter escaping her lips, "You were close, my love, though I believe there's an easier way to phrase that."

Y/n's eyebrows scrunch together in frustration, scowling, "It doesn't help that there are half a dozen ways to say your family name and half a dozen ways to say 'my'."

"We can continue learning words before having you recite full sentences." When Y/n nods in agreement, Rhaenyra straightens her posture to be fully facing her, "Mountain."

"Blēnon."

"Mountains?"

"Blēna."

"Iron Throne." Their male lover cuts in from the chair across from them, wine goblet in one hand and an open book in the other.

"Daemon."

He shrugs in response to Rhaenyra's reprimand, "She'll likely be saying that more often than 'mountain.'"

Y/n's expression turns devious, her eyes shining with mischief while purposely staring Daemon directly in the eyes as she spoke in confidence, "Āegenkon Dēmalion."

The fire blazing in the hearth casts a dark shadow over Daemon's silhouette, but Y/n's figure is ignited by the flames, glowing softly, driving the Rogue Prince into silence. He stares right back, the essence of a gentle smirk beginning to form as he stands from his seat, "Very good, lady wife."

She beams with pride, tilting her head up to him, carefully watching his every move as she responds in kind to his praise, "Targārien kostōba Āegenkon Dēmalion issi."

{Targaryens are powerful on the Iron Throne}

Even Rhaenyra's stomach jumped with delight at Y/n's powerful phrase, complementary to the way Daemon sinks to his knees in front of the woman as if her words weighed him down. He was short of breath, strong hands reaching out to caress her legs beneath her skirt, reaching up underneath until they graze the inside of her thighs, "Excellent. And how would you say 'my son will sit upon the Iron Throne?'"

Y/n shivered under his touch, her eyes fluttering shut as she willed herself not to move under his ministrations. She had nearly forgotten her husband's question until she felt Rhaenyra's hand in her hair, bringing her back down to the mortal realm. By now, Daemon's fingers were already reaching into forbidden places in the eyes of the gods, while his forehead leans into her growing stomach. Rhaenyra was placing soft kisses into Y/n's shoulder, over her dress until the princess decided to move the sleeve aside and continue the kisses along her bare skin. Y/n licked her lips, forcing herself to remember her lessons, hesitant compared to the other two phrases as she stutters out a response,

"... Ñuhon trēsy Āegenkon Dēmalion dēmagon."

~~~~~~~~~

"My love. We have a gift for you."

Looking up from her book, Y/n spotted Rhaenyra standing in the open doorway of her chambers, Daemon following close behind the princess as they entered their expecting lover's apartments. Smiling, Y/n closed her book and carefully stood from her chair, one arm sticking out for balance while the other held onto the more prominent bump around her middle that has grown significantly in the last few moons. Peering back at her lovers and noticing their appalled reactions, Y/n flashed them a devious look. They had recently become more possessive than usual and dote on Y/n almost religiously, worried by every step she takes. Normally, they are right by her side when she has to stand up, and even Lady Strong could admit that they're helpful in that aspect. Sometimes it's hard to get back up on her feet. If it weren't for her silver-haired dragons, Y/n would have likely found herself stuck in place until someone would eventually came around and find her there.

Daemon rolled his eyes at his wife's antics, stepping forward to take her hand in his while looping his free arm around her lower back, and walking alongside her toward her tea table. Y/n directed her gaze to the door again when two figures emerged, carrying a rather large item.

A large urn, heavy enough that two dragonkeepers must lift it together. It was round and likely made of iron, with padded handles the dragonkeepers used to carry and refrain from burning themselves. They place the urn on the tea table, hot steam billowing out from beneath the lid. When Rhaenyra nods her head, one of the dragonkeepers removes the big lid, slowly to further express its weight. Inside, without being told, it wasn't hard for Y/n to guess that the gift was none other than a dragon egg. She had never seen one before, but the rounded shape and the light green, scale-like shell surrounding it was a dead giveaway. Heated coals and embers surround the object, acting as a portable incubator.

Daemon announced the egg with pride, "A gift fit for the Mother of Dragons."

Y/n reached her hand out but refrained from touching the egg, feeling the heat coming off around the scales. Her smile was faint, eyes sparkling in awe as she breathlessly stated, "It's beautiful."

Rhaenyra beamed proudly at the praise, "I picked it out myself."

Daemon moved to stand behind Y/n, hands gently holding her shoulders as he kissed the back of her head, "A dragon egg sired from Syrax and Caraxes. There could not be a more perfect choice for our future prince or princess."

Rhaenyra reaches out and Y/n gladly takes her accepted hand. The princess brings her female lover's hand over to the egg, unafraid and showing the lady that the egg was not too hot to the touch. It was considerably warm, forming sweat in Y/n's palm almost instantly, but Rhaenyra appeared unbothered by the heat, "Hold this against your womb tonight, my dear. And when the baby gets here, we will leave it in its crib."

The expecting mother nods in understanding, taking the instructions to heart. She straightens her posture, addressing the dragonkeepers standing across the table. Y/n nods to them, trying to best to perfect her accent as she spoke, "Kirimvose." {Thank you}

The dragonkeepers nod back, eyes widening in acknowledgment of her proper pronunciation. Rhaenyra radiates pride for Y/n's High Valyrian before she also addressed the dragonkeepers using the same tongue. They leave at her behest and Daemon moves away from Y/n and circles the table, placing the urn's cover over the egg again.

Y/n takes her hands back and places them on her new perch over her belly. A thought enters her head and she hesitates for only a moment before addressing her lovers, "Speaking of the baby's arrival. I have made arrangements with the midwives for when I begin my labors." Both Targaryens tilt their heads in attention to her and she continues, "I will have four attend to me along with Maester Gerardys and Elinda Massey."

"Do you not want us there?" Daemon questions with a small raised eyebrow.

"I wouldn't ask that of you," she explained gently, "Traditionally, husbands don't accompany their wives to the birthing bed. I would be content if the two of you accompany each other on dragonback while I go into labor."

"That's not what he asked, my love," Rhaenyra countered quietly, "He asked if you did not want us there for the birth. If that's what you truly want, then say the word and we'll respect it. But I doubt it." Her suspicions were correct, as Y/n appeared troubled, a crinkle forming between her eyes when her eyebrows scrunched together, "What is it?"

"It's just..." Y/n sighed heavily, her weight shifting with the pregnant stomach clearly weighing her down, "Both you and Daemon have suffered the horrors of childbirth. You might not have experienced it personally, but you have suffered through both of your mothers. Aemma and Alyssa suffered and perished due to complications of childbirth, did they not?"

Neither of them answered, but their eyes appeared haunted at the reminder, nevertheless. Y/n shook her head as her voice slowly began to crumble, "... I couldn't possibly ask you both to sit and watch something like that happen to me."

The Rogue Prince appeared skeptical, "And you believe something like that will happen to you?"

Rhaenyra changes direction, addressing Daemon in defense of Y/n, "Childbirth is a woman's battlefield, Uncle. Many women, even the strongest, sometimes never survive it. It is the way of things... at least that is what my mother told me."

The princess turns back to Y/n, rounding the table to draw closer to her. A mist forms in Rhaenyra's eyes, clouded by distant, unpleasant memories, "I wasn't there when my mother died. I wish I was. Perhaps I could have been a form of comfort for her. I could have held my brother for however long he lived. I won't make that mistake again." She slowly moved her hands up, placing them on either side of Y/n's face to gently force their eyes to meet, stepping closer until their unborn child was snug between their bodies, "It would hurt me more if I was not there for you. Riding on dragonback while you faced this alone would not give me peace of mind. Please, allow me to stay with you."

Y/n hesitates, opening and closing her mouth but couldn't find the words she was searching for. Instead of refusing, she nods, letting out a shaking breath as Rhaenyra pulls her face in and kisses her cheek lovingly. They share that moment of silence, past ghosts still fresh in their minds before they both take a deep breath and turn to their prince, awaiting him.

Daemon moves around the table to join them, his pale eyes fixed on Y/n, "My mother was strong. Stronger than most of the women in my family... and my brother, they named him Aegon... he didn't survive long after she... I was too young to remember much, but I know that if I had the power, I would have taken my mother's pain from her. In a heartbeat. If I could somehow pull it from you, I would. Let me try."

Even if she was unsure of accepting the offer, Y/n didn't want to necessarily worry her lovers more by arguing further. She knew that if she wanted to refuse, she could, and they would respect her decision, no matter how much it would concern them. However, she couldn't bring herself to do so, nodding to Daemon in acceptance.

~~~~~~~~~

For the majority of her pregnancy, Y/n appeared blessed with easy, healthy milestones. Not to say Y/n didn't have any unpleasant days. She was nauseous toward the beginning and her feet ached when she began to grow round, but the biggest most unpleasant change was her attitude. Daemon and Rhaenyra were not the only ones who noticed Y/n's bite. Servants, maesters, and dragonkeepers alike noticed the change in aggression. It wasn't as though Lady Y/n was violent or unbearable, but if it wasn't for the known fact that she was a Strong, most people of Dragonstone would've initially believed she was born a Targaryen and not just married to one.

Laenor didn't appear to mind this new side of Y/n. In fact, he very much enjoyed it. It was like being back home in Driftmark with his sister, full of spirit and brutally honest.

"Must you always wear that pin?" Y/n sneered as she crossed the gardens to join the Velaryon, holding her stomach as she waddled.

Laenor grinned, standing up to help her into the chair next to him, "My sister gave it to me as a wedding gift. Don't tell me a seahorse makes you nauseous, too."

She groaned as she sat down, "The idea of the sea makes me nauseous."

He hummed in agreement as he settled beside her. They met almost daily in Aegon's Garden so the lady could get fresh air, and more times than not, they would summon Mushroom to entertain them. Today was no different, the fool making his appearance not long after Y/n and going about his newest routine of tricks and mischief.

As the fool performs, Laenor leans into the lady's space, "You're cross. And I doubt it's over my pin. What ails you, good aunt?"

She side-eyes him for the address of her title over him, eyebrows angled in annoyance as she spoke, "Both my husband and your wife have insisted on being with me for the birth."

His eyebrows raise, unsurprised, "And? Are you asking me to join as well?"

"Heavens, no, I wouldn't even play at the idea of you seeing my cunt."

"I appreciate it."

Y/n snorts and smacks his shoulder light-heartedly, "Shut up. I'm just... terrified that something bad will happen and they'll have to... watch the child or me or even both of us die."

"Why must you think about what might happen?"

"Because I'm a realist, Laenor."

The Verlaryon frowns, unconvinced, "You married a prince and secretly planned on carrying his children then passing them off as someone else's. Is that what you would consider being a realist?"

"Don't patronize me. I'm just simply stating that childbirth isn't easy. It's torture. Septas can romanticize it all they want but I wouldn't exactly listen to celibate women who have never borne a child. A wet nurse is likely to tell you the truth and the horrors behind the labors. Many women bleed out, or many of them birth stillborns. I... I've heard rumors of a more recent practice."

"Such as?"

She bites her lip and grows quiet, unsure if she should gossip about what she may or may not have learned. It wasn't a known rumor, and she had mostly heard it between women in the court of King's Landing. But if there was any lord she could trust, aside from her twin brother and her husband, it was Ser Laenor, "Maesters have learned that in order to save the child, they can cut the mother open and pull the infant from her womb. It's not ethical, but the studies show that if they must decide who to save if the threat of losing both is imminent, the maester will turn to the husband to decide."

"That's not even unethical. It's also barbaric!" Laenor exclaims, appalled as rage crosses his features, reminding Y/n that he was half Targaryen as well as Velaryon, "Surely, no one would approve of this method."

"I don't know. All I know is... it's not going to be easy."

"I would suggest raspberry leaf tea."

Both Laenor and Y/n look to the third voice, only to find Mushroom to be the only other person in the gardens. The dwarf fool had since stopped his tomfoolery and just stood there, looking at the pair of them expectedly, head tilted. Both of them looked at him, shocked as if they had forgotten he was there.

Y/n tilted her head back at him, curiosity getting the better of her, "Pardon?"

"Raspberry leaf tea." The dwarf stated confidently, puffing out his chest with pride.

"Perhaps you should properly address the lady before barging into her conversation, jester." Laenor's lips thin out, eyes narrowed suspiciously at the fool.

"It's alright, Ser Laenor." She mocks amusingly at the lord beside her before turning back to Mushroom, addressing the small man sweetly, "Why raspberries?"

"All whores know the ingredients and methods of concocting moon tea. In their line of work, it is essential and necessary." Mushroom flashes a vulpine grin, the corner of his lips stretching from ear to ear, "Not many men would bed a whore with child."

"Get to the point faster, fool." Laenor grumbled, nose scrunched in response to the dwarf's boldness, "I doubt you would talk to his lady wife in this manner if Prince Daemon were here."

"However, there are times moon tea does not work or a whore forgets to even drink it. There are times when children are born and to make the labors bearable, the whores have created a simple concoction, one that makes the birthing easier and sometimes faster. Raspberry leaf tea."

Y/n clung to every single word, awestruck and suspicious all at once, "And this tea does not harm the child?"

"Not to my knowledge."

Laenor stood once he realized that Y/n was actually entertaining the ideas of the fool, "I will speak with the maester to confirm or deny this."

"Thank you, Laenor." She smiled and watched him leave before turning her head back down to the dwarf in front of her, "And thank you, Mushroom."

Bells jingle obnoxiously as Mushroom dips into a bow, overplaying his courtesy with flair, "I am but a humble servant, my lady."

Doubtful but amused, Y/n laughed quietly under her breath, the small noise joining the soft, scented breeze of the garden, "I would hardly describe you as humble if you are to be believed knowledgeable in the methods of whores."

"Perhaps it's humble if I use my knowledge to soften my lady's worries," Mushroom beamed confidently, "After all, it would be a shame if maesters learned how to save the child, but not the mother."

"Well said, my fool."

~~~~~~~~~

Maester Gerardys listened to Laenor's suggestion and then proceeded to intently research before approving the consumption of such tea. He recommended Lady Y/n drink the tea before bed every night, and thus a new nightly routine was born. After such a heavy discussion about the dangers of childbirth, Rhaenyra was visibly relieved when Y/n took to finding solutions and even learned how to make the tea herself to aid her pregnant aunt.

In Mushroom's Testimony, published years down the road, the dwarf stated it was all because of the tea he had recommended to the Mother of Dragons prior to the birth that made the babe slip out so easily. He even spun a small tale about how the tea softened Lady Y/n's womb so much that she had barely noticed she had given birth. Much like a giraffe, Mushroom's tale would have us believe that Y/n had simply gotten up after her child was born and went about her day as if nothing ever happened.

Other scholars who wrote about such historical events did not agree with this, however, despite the fact that Mushroom was the only source to be on Dragonstone when Y/n Strong went into labor. It had been early morning when Y/n awoke in Rhaenyra's chambers, the sun not yet fully rising over the island but the sky was becoming a lovely purple and the stars were disappearing. Daemon had rolled over just as Y/n was trying to rise out of bed, Rhaenyra still unconscious to the world around her on the opposite side of her uncle.

"Careful, wife," Daemon muttered into the pillow, only half awake, "I wouldn't try getting out of bed so fast if I were you."

The responding thud that echoed throughout the room drove Prince Daemon into survival mode, waking every instinct he had as he lunged out of bed to search for Y/n. She had not gone far, having landed on her knees just at the foot of the bed, one hand holding her stomach while the other was placed on the floor below, holding her up.

Chaos erupted that early, quiet morning. Rhaenyra was roused as was the rest of the keep in response to Daemon's demand for the maester and the nurses. When asked, Y/n will look back and have little to no memory of what happened that fateful day. She remembered the labor being quicker than anticipated, given this was her first child, but over time she had forgotten what the pain felt like. Her mind was either not as sharp as it once was or it had purposefully locked away those certain traumatic events.

Needless to say, there were a few small things she remembered that she was able to reiterate in the future when asked. Maester Gerardys had refused to move Y/n from her knees on the floor, stating it was too late to place her in the child bed. The baby was coming quickly and it had barely given anyone enough time to prepare for its arrival. So Lady Y/n was forced to stay where she had landed, but she was not alone. She remembered holding onto Daemon for dear life and he dutifully stood still for her, anchoring her, gripping her arms though not as tight or as fiercely as she held onto him whilst she cried out in pain, resting her sweating forehead on the center of his chest. Rhaenyra had finally joined her as well, pulling her hair out of her face and occasionally rubbing her back and hips. The princess had gratefully taken a pillow from Elinda when she arrived to help and placed the pillow underneath poor Y/n's knees which were already bruised and will continue to be for the foreseeable future.

Daemon's heartbeat and Rhaenyra's gentle voice were all Y/n could remember apart from her screams. That, and the weird shifting of her internal organs as everything moved down with her baby and with gravity. After that, the pain subsided and Y/n remembered taking big, sobbing gulps of air, clinging onto Daemon weakly as every part of her body began to violently shake in exhaustion. Her gasps and cries were the only things echoing in her ears as the whole room bustled about, people scrambling and shouting that Y/n was unaware of. Daemon held her close and eventually demanded the maester that they move her to the bed. Gerardys agreed and by the time Daemon had lifted her into his arms, Y/n's hearing returned, and she realized that she was not the only one crying. Weakly, she turned her head in the direction of the baby's cries as Daemon laid her down over the pillows and blankets.

Nurses and maids were working frantically about the room, but one woman remained perfectly still among the chaos and Y/n instantly recognized her by her silver hair. Rhaenyra was sitting in a nearby chair, smiling widely to the point her cheeks had to hurt, her misty eyes staring down at the bloody, crying babe in her lap as Elinda knelt before the princess to wipe down the infant, not having the heart to take the child from her in order to clean it. Y/n's breath had been stolen again, and her gaze never broke from the infant even as a couple of the maids came around to help clean the blood and grime from her skin. She could briefly recollect Daemon's hand in hers and another gently brushing her hair, remaining dutifully at her side while Rhaenyra attended to the child.

With the babe finally cleaned and swaddled, Rhaenyra carefully lifted it into her arms as she stood up, moving toward the bed where her eyes finally met Y/n's, tear tracks of joy cutting through her flawless face, "A son, my love. Our Little Jace is here."

~~~~~~~~~

Jacaerys Velaryon.

Y/n has held babies before, though she might have been too young to remember it, and even then she was smaller. A baby would feel heavy and a lot bigger than they actually were in Young Y/n's arms. But now, fully grown and with her firstborn son in her arms, Y/n was awestruck by how little and fragile he was. He wasn't born early enough to be considered sickly and after fully inspecting him, Maester Gerardys confirmed that the boy was a picture of health and only a little smaller than average. Relieved she had managed to birth a healthy son without much of a risk, Y/n hardly had a care in the world even when she noticed the small tufts of dark, incredibly soft hair her son bore on the top of his little head.

However, the day after his birth, after she had been rested and Laenor was able to meet his son for the first time, Y/n spoke of the future with a shadow over her eyes, "On my wedding day, you said we would cross that bridge should our baby have dark hair."

Rhaenyra looked up from watching Laenor gently rocked Jace in his arms as he slowly traveled around the room, whispering softly to the sleeping baby. Y/n was sitting comfortably in a chair by the window and meets her princess' eyes, expression blank as she continued, "Well, he does. So how do you propose we convince the world that he's yours and Ser Laenor's child?"

"Laenor's grandmother was a Baratheon. She had dark hair." Rhaenyra comments hopefully.

The dark-haired woman shook her head in response, "It won't matter. You know as well as I that the lords of the realm won't see reason in that. They only need one reason, however small, to proclaim you as an unfit heir to the throne."

"We have a fail-safe."

"Which is...?"

Daemon, still watching Laenor and Jacaerys like a hawk, spoke in regards to Y/n's question, "We let the kingdoms whisper."

"Daemon," Rhaenyra chided him, the prince shrugging without a care. His niece sighs, turning back to Y/n with a sheepish expression, "It's only half true. We let them whisper, but we misdirect them. In the public eye, I am Jace's legitimate mother. That will be indisputable. No one could deny that. But his father... it would have to be someone close to you in appearance. Someone who would do anything for you and for the crown. Someone we trust."

Y/n was no fool, but disbelief can be a bitch and it was disbelief that drove Y/n to slowly come to the realization behind Rhaenyra's words. There is a clear, hidden meaning behind how she had phrased this mystery man and Y/n wanted to outright deny it at first before she caught sight of Daemon staring at her expectedly. He trusted her to come to the same conclusion on her own and she did, albeit with a dry throat, "... My brother?"

"Yes. Ser Harwin." Rhaenyra nodded.

A flash of hurt appeared and then quickly vanished over her eyes as she looked between her two lovers, "Why was I not informed about this?"

"Because we knew you wouldn't want your brother to risk himself."

"And yet you still went through with your original plans?"

"Yes, because we also knew that your brother would do anything to protect you," Rhaenyra crossed the room, kneeling down to Y/n and clasping her hands, "He's loyal to Daemon as a soldier of the City Watch, he's loyal to me as the future Queen of Westeros and most importantly he's loyal to you as his sister. He's the perfect ally to have in King's Landing while we establish our family here on Dragonstone."

"And... and he knows about our arrangement? He's aware of all of this?"

"Yes."

A decision is made in Y/n's mind and it physically shows over her facial features, the uncertainty melting into one of petulant acceptance as she gently but firmly pulls her hands out of Rhaenyra's to take a cup of tea from the table beside her, "Next time you do something behind my back that would make me look like a fool, just don't tell me."

Unbeknownst to her, Y/n's lovers will take that promise to heart in the far future.

~~~~~~~~~

Rhaenyra writes to her father first, officially announcing the birth of her and Laenor's firstborn son. Daemon waits a few days after Rhaenyra's raven has gone before he writes a letter to Ser Harwin, inviting him to Dragonstone to visit with his sister. The prince also implied that he would like to have a soldier he could trust to be here while his niece and Ser Laenor adjust to parenthood. He had added this in case the letter was ever intercepted and considered suspicious, in case someone clever knew how to fit the missing pieces of the puzzle. King Viserys' response was joyful, congratulating his daughter and practically begging her to bring his first grandchild to King's Landing when she and the baby are well enough. Following Viserys' letter was another from the capital, announcing Ser Harwin's departure and expected arrival at House Targaryen's ancestral home.

After the letter had been received, Y/n would often find herself in the Sea Dragon Tower, usually in Laenor's chambers, overlooking the sea and waiting for a ship that would likely have her brother on board. Laenor didn't mind the intrusion as long as Y/n brought Jace with her-- or so he claimed. Despite the feigned annoyance, he always made sure Y/n had the chair with the most cushion to be seated at the window and would summon a wet nurse if his good aunt appeared not to have the strength to feed the babe herself. He secretly didn't despise her little visits if it meant getting to know the baby meant to portray as his son. The knighted Velaryon was already full of love for this child, despite the fact he didn't sire him. Nevertheless, he couldn't wait to introduce the boy to his parents and sister.

During one of these visits, Y/n finally spotted distant sails floating toward the island, her heart leaping for joy as she got to her feet, proclaiming her brother's arrival. Laenor had laughed and urged her to take it easy and not exert herself. With the babe in one arm, he offered the other to Y/n, which she took and together they brought Jace down to the gardens where Y/n was to anxiously wait for her twin. Laenor handed Jace over to his birth mother once she had been seated and for extra measure, kissed the babe's forehead and wished Y/n luck before retreating. Y/n spent the time cooing softly to her infant as she waited, trying not to feed the urge to get up and meet her brother halfway up the stairs leading to the keep. She doesn't have to wait long before she heard someone enter the garden. When she quickly looked up, she found Ser Harwin Breakbones, the same man she remembered leaving behind in King's Landing. Only at the sight of him did she finally stand, babe in arms, and scrutiny on her tongue.

"You fool. You stupid, loyal fool."

Harwin laughs joyfully, "Hello to you, too, sweet sister."

"Shut up."

He rushes forward and brings Y/n into a hug, being as gentle as possible with the baby between them. Y/n melted into the embrace, taking the time to breathe in that familiar scent of home and family before the twins slowly pull away. Harwin beams down at the infant in his sister's arms, "I take it that this is what you were referring to when you mentioned an impossible task. I don't know about you, Y/n, but this looks as though you know how to make the impossible possible. He's a handsome one. What do you call him?"

Her smile is infectious as she lifts her son up higher for his uncle to see him, "We named him Jacaerys. Jace for short."

"Jace," Harwin removed his leather glove and gently placed his bare hand over the top of the boy's head, marveling at how it easily fit into his palm, "Strapping young lad."

"Yes... he already has a dragon."

"Are you fibbing?"

"No, I swear!" Her eyes sparkled in awe as she relayed the story to him, "The egg hatched in his crib a few nights ago. Until Jace is old enough to tame it, it will be under close watch."

The amazement and possibly terror lingers for a moment before Harwin's gaze softens to one of worry, "Y/n... tell me how you are."

She tilts her head, "How do you mean?"

"Are they treating you well? Are you cared for? You can tell me the truth. If they treat you poorly, just say the word and I'll bring you and the boy to Harrenhal. You'll never have to--"

"Harwin." Y/n laughs quietly under her breath, holding Jace in one arm while she takes a hand to gently pat Ser Breakbones' cheek, smiling fondly, "I love you, brother, but you truly are a fool. Even if I was treated unfairly, you cannot protect me from dragons, especially not at Harrenhal of all places. But I'm happy to inform you that that would never be the case. Daemon loves me, as does Rhaenyra. They could never harm me."

She sits down on a garden bench and invites her brother to follow, "How did they come about asking for your aid?"

"Originally, they didn't think I would need to take part in this web they intend to spin," Harwin explained, "Prince Daemon assured me that he would only send a letter if your child was born looking more like a Strong than a Targaryen."

Y/n nods automatically, "Daemon is playing his part well, pretending to be Jace's uncle... though he tries keeping his distance."

She had been staring sadly down at the bundle in her arms, drawing Harwin to a worrying conclusion, "Do you think your husband despises the fact Jace does not look Targaryen?"

"No. At least-- I don't think so." She shook her head, unsure, "I want to believe that he's slowly realizing just how hard this whole situation is going to be for us carrying Laenor and Rhaenyra's children. Once Jace and any siblings he might have start growing, Daemon and I will have to stop parenting them and start pretending to be their aunt and uncle. Knowing my husband, he's probably thinking that when that day comes, it will hurt less if he started keeping his distance now rather than later."

Harwin nods in acknowledgment, believing he understood what his sister meant, "Prince Daemon has always struggled with arranged marriages--"

"I may have been an arranged wife to him at the beginning, Harwin, but that is no longer the case." She reminds him, "As I said, Daemon and Rhaenyra grew to love me and I grew to love them in return. That's likely when Daemon realized that this arrangement was going to be hard, knowing he couldn't openly love our children when they get older."

"I understand." He decides to change the subject, leaning over to gently stroke Jace's little face with a single finger, "What is to be done with the King?"

A different kind of shadow falls over Y/n's face, "Rhaenyra and Laenor will fly to King's Landing with Jace and his hatchling."

Harwin peered up, eyebrows raised, "And you agreed to this?"

"My son is a Targaryen, no matter who he was born to. The King's own mother would fly on her dragon's back when both of her sons were infants. While they're gone, Daemon suggests I try flying with him."

"Y/n..."

"I am Daemon's wife. I've never heard of a dragon harming his rider's wife."

"Still, I have seen you grow ill from tall heights and unsteady ground."

Y/n scoffs when she catches the mockery in his voice, nudging him with her elbow, "You embarrass me, brother... Daemon and Rhaenyra call me the Mother of Dragons. I should probably learn to fly with my children someday, don't you think?"

~~~~~~~~~

Harwin stayed in Dragonstone for a full moon cycle before planning his return to King's Landing per his father's summons. With the Hand's request also came the King's, begging his daughter to bring her son to him as soon as possible. Rhaenyra had prolonged this enough and announced it was time for her and Laenor to present the babe to the King's court. They would wait until Ser Harwin had returned to King's Landing, then they would follow on dragonback. The morning came for the heir of Harrenhal to disembark once again, and so Y/n stood on the docks of Dragonstone with her son in her arms in order to watch him leave.

Harwin smiled while placing his hand on Jace's head once more, "It won't be such a tiresome journey knowing that I'll be seeing you again in the capital soon. You behave for your mother in the meantime."

The strong knight then leaned over and kissed the top of Y/n's head, "As for you. Promise you'll write to me. As much as you can."

"Until my wrist falls off," she promised, "Give Father and Larys my love. Tell them I miss them."

"I will. Until next time, Mother of Dragons."

~~~~~~~~~

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Next chapter will have time skips. As I said, I will be taking a break from this series after all the frustration I went through just to post it. Please support my kofi and other fics. If you want to check out other fics that are not Game of Thrones related, my ao3 is Po_ta_toes, thank you!

Enjoy an edit I made of our favorite OT3!

[hexarcana]

**I’ll post more notes and info later but I’ve done some updates (basically just solidifying 10 year old details) for Relativity Falls and Reverse Falls (which is basically getting a total overhaul based on a post I saw which frames the AU in a less uhhh toxic??? Light?? Idk lol but im shifting some things so it’s less abusive-torture heavy.

**in Relativity Olive occupies a role very similar to McGucket’s. I’m mirroring having backstory with the old people of the tale, Olive is an old childhood friend of the twins and she eventually ended up at the same college as Dipper. Eventually, She assisted in building the portal, went kinda insane bc of it, and took to isolating herself in the woods, leaving her child (David) to be raised in the foster system. She had no contact with him until he showed up one day with a four or five year old daughter, LEFT her there, and vanished from their lives. Olive raised Aggie from there, initially keeping a very tight leash on the young witch (something that is well known in the Yearling family by everyone including David) but around the same time as Stanley and Stanford came go stay in GF, Aggie was granted more freedom to explore the woods and even go into town. She’s a much more cheerful child, reflecting more of and Olive-like presence. She loves to good around and be silly but she also doesn’t know how to talk to other kids. Her magic is light hearted but powerful, rather than terrifying and REALLY powerful. Olive is the tragic one now, driven somewhat mad by what she’s been through, and resorting to being an incredibly antisocial conspiracy theorist. She tells people she was abducted by aliens which is how she processed the portal trauma. She doesn’t like to talk about her son EVER.

**Also Bobby still exists as Olives dad. He’s just very old and is blind bc he’s old not bc of magic/curse/genetics. He’s like a crazy grandpa character who’s really fun and Aggie adores her “Pops” very much ❤️ He shows up randomly over the course of the summer.

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**Reverse Falls I’m still picking apart, but it’s based off of the vibe from this post bc it’s so good!!! but basically instead of a purely evil bitch, Aggie or “Agatha” as she’s called in RevFalls is instead more interested in making more witches (apart from those nasty little twins, she wouldn’t help them unless if that handsome uncle of theirs sweetened the deal) as well as doing all sorts of rituals and curses. So she’s taken in her granddaughter with the full intent to make her a witch, by any means necessary (this is where it gets it’s lost dark, subjecting Olive (Ollie) to the torturous magic learning that regular Aggie endured, but at age 12.

**Agatha’s son (called Rob) is also a magic user (his mom had nothing to do with it he got magic his own secret way), though he’s a pretty negligent father and hateful son, content to leave his skittish and tortured daughter with his morally grey as best, evil at worst mother.

**big diff from the way I used to write Rev is that Agatha doesn’t hate Ollie. She doesn’t LOVE her but the worst things she does to her is subject her to magical training. She’s generally a decent guardian.

**In the post Stan is in league with Bill and Bill is constantly threatening to reveal Stan’s real identity and oh boy what if there was someone else who knows the difference between the two of them but one that ISNT stuck in a contract with him??? Enemies to lovers, fighting to kissing, etc

**basically rev falls is kinda hard bc they’re isn’t a 1:1 character swap to do with the Yearings so they’re just generally a bit nastier. I did what I could lol

[star0mania]

Avatar: Way of Water OCs

OC 1:

{General Information}

"Kiri, leave Spider alone."

Name: Cameron "Robin" Hawkins

Name Meaning:Cameron- a hill resortRobin- a birdHawkins- Son of Hawkins idk

Gender: Male

Age: 15

Sexuality: Pansexual

D.O.B: 16th, April, 2155

Personality:-Carefree-Entertaining-Humorous-Kind-Caring-Honest-Creative-Stubborn-Spirit-like-Protective 

Likes: -Adventures

-Friends

-his pet -flying on his banshee -telling stories to the kids in the camp -Jokes

-Annoying his  sister

-helping  his mother

Dislikes:-Enemies-friends getting hurt-His necklace getting destroyed-Losing his mother and sister, the same way he lost his father -People who can't take  a  joke

Appearance:

Voice Claim:(Teen) Chad Meeks Martin  (Mason Gooding)(child) Seth Clearwater (Booboo Stewart)

Role: The Humorous bitch :D

{Features} "I'm not that tall-"

Height: (Human) 6'5 (Pandoran) 8'6

Weight: -TBA-

Tattoos: -Little white dots on  his face down  to his nose, cheeks and top  lip

Piercings:  -Ear-piercing 

Accessories:

-Seashell necklace he made with his father 

Clothes:

Weapon:a AVR-30  machine gunBow and  arrow

Clan: Metkayina Clan

{Relationships}

Father: Mouse Hawkins relationship: 10/10 Alive Voice claim: Adam Sandler 

Mother: Bonnie Hawkins relationship: 9/10 Alive Voice Claim: Salma Hayek 

Little Sister: Kira Hawkins relationship:  8/10 Alive Voice Claim: Isabela Merced

Friends: -Jake Sully -Neytiri -Kiri -Neteyam -Lo'ak

-Tuktiri -Kiara -Spider

etc.

Love Interest: Miles "Spider' Socorro

Relationship with the love interest: -TBA-

Relationship trope:Star-crossed lovers

Kids: N/A

Backstory: {WIP}

{Pets}

Banshee- Rori (male) (alive)

Oc 2:

{General Information} "My duty is to protect the clan. Even if it costs me my life"

Name: Kiara

Name Meaning:-Kiara:  Light, Clear, Kind

Gender: Female

Age: 14-15

Sexuality: Straight

D.O.B: 8th, May, 2156

Species:Pandoran

Personality:-Straightforward-Stubborn-Kind-Caring-Bossy-Honest-Sassy-Protective-Gets annoyed easily  

-Patient    

Likes: -Hunting -Caring for her sister -Friends -Protecting the clan -hanging out with Lo'ak

-Hanging with her pets

Dislikes: -Enemies -Backstabbers -waking up -seeming like she's useless -Losing her sister

Appearance:

Voice Claim: (teen) Claire Nunez- Trollhunters  (Lexi  Medrano) (child)  Nala- The Lion  King 1995 (Niketa  Calme-Harris)

Role: The Warrior

{Features} "Are you crazy? There's no way I  like him"

Height: 7'5

Weight: -TBA-

Tattoos: -Little lines and seashell on her forehead -A star on  her  left wrist

Piercings:-Ear-piercing  

Accessories: -A seashell necklace her mother made her

Clothes:

Weapon: -A wooden spear -A homemade bow and arrow

{Relationships}

Father: relationship:Deceasedvoice claim: Joseph Quinn

Mother: Mayninarelationship:Deceasedvoice claim: Sophia Carson

Sister: Juniper  relationship:  10/10 Alive Voice claim: Raegen Revord

Friends:

-Jake Sully

-Neytiri-Kiri-Neteyam-Lo'ak-Tuktiri-Robin-Spideretc.

Love Interest: Lo'ak

Relationship with the love interest: -TBA-

Relationship trope: Opposites attract 

Kids: N/A

Backstory: {WIP}

{Pets} Banshee- Randi (female) Direhorse- Earth (male)

[horizon-verizon]

Green stans who treat anti bastardy like a relic of the past are either utterly naive and living in a bubble, or genuinely conservative, and they should rectify their ignorance/bigotry immediately.

In Ireland, they are still coming to terms with the horrifying legacy of how the Catholic Church abused unmarried mothers and their babies. The latest victims were from the 1950s.

https://www.sbs.com.au/news/article/9-000-children-died-in-irelands-catholic-homes-for-illegitimate-infants-report-finds/9ocn5ja9u

https://www.washingtonpost.com/world/2021/11/17/ireland-mother-baby-homes-compensation-scheme/

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2017/mar/03/mass-grave-of-babies-and-children-found-at-tuam-orphanage-in-ireland

I agree, and I think that it is mostly the second scenario. That they will ignore much only to prop up the greens'misogyny to properly up their own.

Of course I have seen and witnessed team black/black stans (not the characters) be racist, misogynist, etc themselves AND I acknowledge that many of the characters in the black faction have misogynist, blood purist, etc. principles. Or just made unethical, amoral decisions.

Daemon. Yeah he was a good dad who raised self confident girls, yes he supported Rhaenyra until the very end and was maligned by a former female lover. That doesn't negate that he was also pretty misogynist to the end as well, when he used Mysaria's sexual past in his villainizing of her, how he chose to frame and define her villainy. Even though he was forced to marry Rhea Royce almost similarly to how young teen girls are forced to marry their respective husbands, Daemon doesn't abuse her, it's clear that he never considered her worthy enough of his consideration and referred to her as a bitch simply for being the person he was forced to marry to (and she did nothing against him either, btw). He himself is still able to remove himself from that space with battle and having that male-privileged mobility not granted to nearly all noble ladies (child or grown).

Rhaenyra herself (even though she had much grief for her sons' deaths and Mysaria lied to her, as I've written multiple posts about) still shows that Targ-Andal blood purist in her treatment of Nettles. The blood purity was always there from the beginning of the Andal history into the beginning of the Targ dynasty and STILL exists in the current Westerosi environment. Grief and paranoia from misogyny and the greens usurping her do not negate the presence and significance of blood purity that she adopted from her ancestors (from Jaehaerys I's time at least). And her decision to do w/the Stokeworth and Rosby girls as she did, while under pressures simultaneously worked against her short term and long term. Again, I wrote several posts as to why I do not hurl her (metaphorically) across the room or renounce her totally for this action. I acknowledge the lifetime of misogyny and her then needs to have the lords at their side and maintain "trust" WHILE also noting how this decision was a mark on her trajectory narratively and politically. Two things can be true at once. That's the, and excuse the overused term, tragedy of her situation. Not exactly the moral tragedy, the ironic tragedy that makes me feel closer to Oedipus.

Both Daemon and Rhaenyra decided to sleep with each other not long after both their spouses died. Maybe even before. Do I love the ship anyway, hell yes, this is hardly a dealbreaker for me the way killing Laenor (of the show) would be if Rhaenyra had been responsible for that.

Corlys Velaryon is one of the most misogynist persons of the black faction. He is the one who suggested and pressed Rhaenyra to not let the Stokeworth and Rosby girls inherit their traitor father's seats on account that it is untraditional for girls to inherit like that and that Rhaenyra's case was special "fluke". He was the one to blame Rhaenyra for Rhaenys' death and demand why it wasn't her who went to Rook Rest to answer that call, or at least join Rhaenys. Meanwhile Rhaenyra was still recovering from birthing a dead infant AND (as we see both from real history and what happens to Aegon the Elder in that SAME battle) leaders of the cause or faction/rulers are too valuable to be the one endangering themselves in a war specifically fought for their rights, claims, etc. Meanwhile, he's also the guy who did not appreciate his wife enough to cheat and not only have one child, but TWO with the SAME woman young enough to be his daughter, the age gap larger than the one between Rhaenyra and Daemon. These boys may be TWO years apart.

Nonetheless, the reason why no one should be a green stan if you were to Stan or prefer a side is because the greens lean in on the misogynist, classist, blood purist, etc. principles of Andal-Targ feudalism. They go HARD. While Alicent is commendable for searching for her own power through her son, she herself is still very much a conservative woman excusing the misogyny. Rhaenyra is a woman who goes out and practices her sexual autonomy for her own happiness both in book and show, so she was always going to be better to me. Alicent (of book and show) as a very devout follower of the woman-hating Faith, on the other hand, wants to suppress that not even for just power for herself but because she genuinely believed that a child out of wedlock form a "slut"/"whore" woman is not equal in worth to her own "trueborn" children. Aemond is cartoonish (as in the level of excessiveness) in his misogyny towards Rhaenyra, Aegon raped a 12 year old and groped/raped several female servants and watched his own kids battle others with sharpened nails and filed teeth and (in the show, but also very likely in the book too) rapes Helaena. And Daeron allows rape, murder, etc to go one in not one, but TWO sackings of towns. In the show, Otto pimps his own daughter out in her mother's clothes so he can have royal grandson/political power. And in the book, only suggests Rhaenyra be heir so he can win over Daemon.

Anyway, back to bastards of real life.

I now have an archive of links others shared with me to proof that children born out of wedlock are politically and socially considered as more expendable, less worthy of governmental assistance than those born in wedlock. Keep em coming.

[pseudolife-archived3]

— 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓.

name: Fujiko Tsuda

name meaning:

Fujiko (藤子) — child of wisteria; chosen because she likes the flowers

Tsuda (津田) — harbor rice paddy; chosen because it is a common surname

alias/es: 

the wife

ethnicity: Japanese

one picture / icon you like best of your character:

i don't. have a faceclaim for her so here just.. have unsplash photo i have saved in her folder..

three h/cs you never told anyone:

Fujiko has a form of dyslexia. She doesn't know what it is, because she has no real education, but she knows she has difficulty. She's clever enough to hide her problems however, usually by pretending to read something and asking for a further explanation, or straight up refusing to read something and demanding an verbal explanation.

She has never been a victim to physical violence. Fujiko is a manipulative little bitch, always has been, and when it comes to violence, she always manages to avoid it being directed her way. With regards to verbal violence, it rolls off her skin, so it could be argued that she's never been victim to that either.

She is a very good record keeper. Despite any difficulties she has when it comes to reading, or writing really, Fujiko is very diligent when it comes to recording matters around her. She has hundreds of little black books, each filled with tidbits and pieces of information that could be used for blackmail against the people around her. To prevent these secrets being stolen, and again because of her dyslexia, she has her own coded way of writing things, and each book, once filled, is carefully hidden away - either put in a safe deposit box, or mailed to her longtime lover Vow for safe keeping.

three things your character likes doing in their free time: 

Sex. What can I say, she's a bit of an addict. Mostly, however, it is a control thing for her, and she's perfectly satisfied with being a dominatrix in non-sexual scenes. Her real addiction is power and control.

Cleaning. She's an extremely tidy person, and she likes her spaces to be clean. Regularly, she will clean out apartments entirely, tossing entire wardrobes when she feels they are too full, or furniture when she feels it is too worn.

Baking. She can't really cook, but god is she a really good baker - often when stressed. She will make hundreds of sweets in an afternoon for no reason other than the fact that she's bothered and has no one to take it out on. To be friends with her, or even associated with whoever her husband is at the time, is basically a ticket to all you can eat sugary sweets.

people your character likes / loves:

Herself. If you haven't caught on by now, she's incredibly self-centered.

Vow. (@/divineviclence). The only constant lover in her life, and perhaps the only man she will ever really love. He is as close as she will ever get to having a soul mate, and they complete each other in many ways. She wouldn't die for him, but she would certainly make sure someone was murdered for him.

whispers. she doesn't... like anyone else... mostly she just barely tolerates people.

two things your character regrets:

Not fucking her mother over worse. They never had a good relationship, and quite frankly, framing him for her father's murder never quite seemed enough of a punishment for how poorly she feels like she was treated.

Not attempting to at least get a little more education. Sometimes, she has to tap out of conversations with potential marks because she doesn't understand quite what is being discussed, and it's incredibly frustrating to her.

one phobia your character has:

HEMOPHOBIA. The fear of seeing blood, gore, etc. She will quite literally have a breakdown and get violently ill at the sight of blood, gore, or anything of the like. It's probably the only thing that will ever obviously bother her, and even her own blood freaks her out. (She's on an IUD, so her periods are very rare.)

tagged: stolen from @nezemnytagging: idk do it

[kinardgo]

2 days on a beach and Seb is GLOWING, he's baby, he's ripped, he's a little happy meow meow again. He's stronger than ever and he's just a lil guy. He's everything.

[meowm1x]

Cecil for the character bingo! (this isn’t Jacky btw 😳)

cecil my best friend cecil!!!!!!!!! :3c

thank you not-jacky for sending ;3

[knpjpr]

#fake : jjk | sm masterlist

🎮synopsis: "first loves have always been confusing, but when you're bestfriend confesses she likes someone, your willing to do anything, even fake date and even so, find your first love."

character analysis: jungkook is a straight up person, but when it comes to the constant beat of his heart or the giddy feeling he feels when your around, he doesn't know shit.

⇆ a/n: if you'd like to be added to the taglist, send me an ask

⇆ fic type: social media, fake dating to lovers

⇆ main pairing: gamer!jungkook x student!reader

⇆ side ships: taehyung x oc (not yn), yoonmin

⇆ warnings: explicit language, smut, mature themes, alcohol usage, etc.

⇆ status: completed

CHAPTERS -

characters - jungkook and his friends

characters - yn and her friends

prologue - ghost hunting

chapter one - spring.

chapter two - hangry walking

chapter three - distraught.

chapter four - some crush

chapter five - yn right?

chapter six - meme outlet

chapter seven - bro hangout

chapter eight - art room.

chapter nine - only child

chapter ten - girls day

chapter eleven - dead ass body

bonus - double date

chapter twelve - regret it.

chapter thirteen - horror whores

chapter fourteen - overlydramatic kdrama

chapter fifteen - kinda nervous

chapter sixteen - secret twitter

chapter seventeen - just friends

chapter eighteen - titty cake

chapter nineteen - being dry

chapter twenty - hot bitch

bonus - so hot

chapter twenty one - fucked up.

chapter twenty two - comfort buddy

chapter twenty three - fix this

chapter twenty four - pretty boy

chapter twenty five - fucking lame

chapter twenty six - my boyfriend

chapter twenty seven - dating eachother

epilogue - mother fuckers

epilogue - so entranced

bonus drabble - get off the game

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Copyright © by knpjpr

[reareaotaku]

What it’s Like to Be A Dad

TW: Some NSFW Themes, 18+

Shoto Todoroki

He was scared he would be like his father, but with his lover’s help, he did overcome it

You are the most precious thing to him

He is HELLA overprotective

Doesn’t want you to do anything on your own

He babies you

Will always defend you, even if you are wrong

He tries to be anything but his father

If you do something to upset him, he’ll sigh and talk to you about what you did

He needs your love, almost uses you

He wants reassurance that your child mind can’t give

If anyone hurt his baby, they’d be dead

Their body would be on the ground as he is over them, breathing heavy and covered in blood

He will do anything to protect his baby

No matter what the cost

Bakugou Katsuki

He doesn’t know what to do

How do I dad?

He treats you like glass

Though you’re just aggressive as your father

Bakugou takes pride in that

You are NOT dating

No girls, no boys, NOTHING

You’re his angel and no one deserves you

He always cooks for you and even teaches you how to make certain things

Your favorite thing to do with your dad is cook

If you ever do try and date, behind his back, you’ll never see them again

They will disappear off the face of the planet

He would comfort you

Though you don’t have to know the blood on his hands

He can hold a grudge against you and he does it quite often

He uses it as a sort of a blackmail

You can’t leave

He just wants to keep you in his arms forever

You’re his precious baby and no one can replace you

Deku | Izuku Midoriya

You are possibly the cutest baby

You’ve been kidnapped so many times, that you’re unbothered

That actually bothers your father

Though the villains never actually hurt you, in fact they love you

They kidnapped when you were a baby and they would just play with you, especially Toga

She always wanted a baby, especially with Deku

Deku gets into huge fights with the league

Nobody takes his baby

If you weren’t there, he would kill them

Especially that bitch Toga

He loves dressing you up in pretty dresses

He’s always doing your hair in cute little pigtails usually

Doesn’t want you going to school

Especially with Kachhan’s kid

He doesn’t want you getting hurt for being quirkless

But you and Kacchan’s kid get along (Much to the dismay of your father)

Eijiro Kirishima

Literally adores his baby

You and Katsuki’s kid have playdates all the time

He plays with you any chance he can get

Sometimes the love he feels for you feels almost wrong?

He’ll cry with you during love movies, tragedies, etc.

A guy ghosted you?

Don’t worry dad will comfort you!

You have teeth as sharp as your fathers

He caught you a lot when you were younger chewing on metal

That’s when he puts up baby monitors

You remind Kirishima of your mother

She wasn’t the conventual ‘Women’ which surprised people, since he wanted to be the perfect ‘Man.’

He might let you date someone, but only after they go through tons of test

If they fail, they Ḑ̲͕̲͔̺̓̃ͥȈ̦̩̖̙͎̫͈͟E͒͊̾͏̼͍̠

BUT if they pass, you can date, but that doesn’t always last long

Your dad sure has a way with words

Denki Kaminari

Haha, you have a dumbass for a dad

Which guess what, like father like daughter

He’s killed people infront of you and you think it’s an act

He gets you lots of pets

He likes to read you bedtime stories

Denki really makes sure you feel comfortable talking to him about anything

Hormones, sex, depression, anxiety, etc etc,.

He thinks people should take about these things with their kids, because it’s all natural stuff

You are not dating

No fucking way

He don’t need no kids

He was literally the biggest perv in his grade, minue Mineta, but he’s dead gone

So he knows men and knows you don’t need to be near them

Your dad is very open minded, Like REALLY open-minded

You had a boyfriend who was bi-curious, and thought your dad was hot

He really wanted to fuck your dad, maybe a threesome?

You were appalled, but with more convincing you decided to ask your dad

You were surprised he was down

Let’s just say it was nice, but wierd

I mean you had sex with your dad, that was fucking weird

You just don’t talk about it

Keigo Takami | Hawks

He’s overly protective

Dabi can’t be anywhere near you, he’s a bad influence

Keigo loves to take you flying

Loves to snuggle with you in his big wings

You dating? Ha!

Nobody is good enough for you

With someone as hot as Hawks as your father, you’re are just an angel

You even have the wings of an angel

Just like your mom

You remind Hawks so much of your mother

Sometimes he may hit you

But he’ll always give you treats, presents, flowers, etc, after so you will forgive him

He’s a great manipulator

He will always manipulate/guilt trip you into staying with him

He shows you to the league, but instantly regrets it when Dabi shows interest in you

Dabi is like another role model for you 

He’s the cool ‘Bad Boy’

Hawks doesn’t know why you like older men

People like Dabi | Toya Todoroki

Why TF do you like that Scared ASSHOLE???

He’s as old as your dad!

Hawk will put locks, to try and keep Dabi out

But Dabi always finds a way

Hawks doesn’t like Dabi, because Dabi reminds him to much of himself

Also Dabi is the only guy he can’t kill, especially with his mission

Tamaki Amajiki | Suneater

You’re surprisingly more outgoing than your father, which scares him

But you do have your shy moments

You stand up for your father

You also encourage him out of his comfort zone

He likes talking to you and you talking to him about your day

You remind him a lot of his friend Mirio with your energy

If you weren’t literally an exact replica of him, he would doubt you’re his

People like to touch your ears

They always tell you, you look like an elf

He doesn’t mind your friends when you are a kid, but when you get older, he gets a little more protective

You are the last thing he has left of your mother

You love your father, but sometimes he can be a little clingy

You’d be surprised abt how many people he’s killed for you

Mirio Togata

That’s his precious baby

When he lost his quirk, that was a big hit for him

Eri is a little jealous, because she thought she was Mirio’s baby, but she gets over it

He never wants you to suffer a day in your life

You are his sunshine

No one would dare lay a finger on you, especially when seeing the big man you have for a dad

Mirio is kind of like a house wife

He cooks, cleans, plays dollhouse with you etc

You’re definetly spoiled as hell

So many people are jealous of you

You hate when you go out and people hit on your dad

You think it’s gross

He’ll pretend to be hurt when you tell him it’s nasty

“You’re my dad! I’m not sharing you!” You’ll huff

He’ll laugh, but he’s really glad you think that, cause he’s not sharing you either

Dabi | Toya Todoroki

Some people would think Dabi is a terrible father

But he really just thinks you’re your own person

He knows how evil people are, especially men

Why he is one of those evil people

He knows what men think about, especially when it comes to girls

So he’s hella overprotective over you

He’s Pro-Choice, because it’s your body your choice

He likes teasing you, especially if you have a crush

He won’t tell you about his past

Since your father is a high class villain, there’s very little you can do to be normal

He fully expects you to be a villain, or at least be able to protect yourself

He introduces you to drugs at a young age

And this where people would judge him

He knows that addicts are really dependent

He wants you to be dependent on him

With you high as a kite, it makes it easy for him to manipulate you

You’re very intelligent, until you are high, which is why he’s rolling you a joint

He prefers you that way

Dependent on him

Even if you are his daughter

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

Random Villain Recruiters Headcanons:

Hook knows how to cook. Pirate life dude. So she cooks a lot of the food for the recruiters with Apple, Joe, and Jack since they also cook

Pretty Scar can make a tail and a pair of ears appear at her will to connect with her and sometimes when the Recruiters find a lost child she would let them pet her ears to calm down

Both Malfie and Apple tend to care most about their appearance, so skin/hair/nail routines a norm, especially when their recruiter days are on one day of a year

Speaking of Halloween in Disney, the group tend to act like they won't care if they don't see each other but on the day before the big day when they meet up to know groups and schedules they all basically tackle hug each other screaming about how long it's been. Like Apple, who doesn't seem to the type to hug for more than three seconds, picks up the first one he sees and spins while giving a big tight hug.

A shipper version is Mr. V is so nice enough to allow the lovers to spend this day catching up on a date...or other things since I don't believe a lot of the Disney Villains would approve of relationships between their recruiters

They do go into their human forms when they're back with their villains or if another thing happens

I love the cute headcanons that the villains are basically parents/mentors to the recruiters but to me Captain Hook seems the most fatherly to his recruiter. I don't know why but he just gives me the vibe of dad energy when Lady Hook comes to mind. Like a supportive dad or dads if you want to count the crew who most likely helped raised her

Cruella would be kind of a sucky mother due to her crime against animals and Dalmatia being a dog, but she's learning for the sake of him and that she actually likes him

Sadly I think Frollo is kind of a father figure to Veil but not the best kind... Frollo seems the least reformable in the villain group but Veil talks so highly of him, so I sadly end up headcanoning that if Veil and Lady Hook ended up dating or if Frollo heard about Veil's fascination to the pirate he would spit some religious stuff which would be hypocritical to him since of what he had done. I by no means hit religion as bad, you can like and do whatever you want as long as you're not hurting yourself or others

Jack Heart and Lady Hook play cards together when they have break and get along, both are crazy for different reasons

They all know when Veil is sad if she's not humming or singing

Therefore singing to her cheers her up right away, even if you can't sing!

If they were doing a dance party/contest it's not really a lot but if you get to choose a partner to dance with then do step down since Farja and Malfie seem to have it down perfectly! They work so well together and tend to look like they're flying when they dance together, mixing each other's hometown and magic in their dances as well Close second always is Ms. Hades and Joe, both working so well together despite being so different like water and fire and some how the dancing turns to a tango of sorts

Since apparently Farja is a scarlet macaw (what a pretty bird) she loves pets

Also based on her true form she tends to mostly eat nuts and seeds so the shops have a special health like bar ready for her and Ms. Hades has one in her pocket always

Since "Ms" means someone who either was married once but not anymore or you're unsure if she is married or not, I have a headcanon Ms. Hades was like Meg and she was married but her lover abandoned her and Hades took pity on the girl, which explains why she's kind of a boss-ass-bitch

Jack and Dalmatia cuddle. Ship or not they straight up snuggle if one of them is cold as best friends do

Joe has a habit of chewing on pens if he's stressed

Farja has a hair stim where she runs her fingers through her hair, twirls her hair, etc. But if for some reason she can't do her hair she seeks other's heads and do it to them

101 Dalmatians take place in England so Dalmatia has a English accent that switches from Cockney and Posh depends on who he's speaking to

Sadly like other Disney workers they get hit on a lot and it's usually Joe or Apple who get it worst. But one time Joe saw a customer being too flirty to Farja and she's really uncomfortable he stepped in front of the customer and gave them the scariest look ever and kicked them out

Pretty Scar secretly has a good voice, just lacks confidence that she's good at anything

Apple gives his coat to those who need it no matter who it is or gender

[divinefireangel]

They Just Don't Know You

Soft Yandere! Seo Moon-Jo x F! Reader

Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. If this piece of fan fiction is offensive to any celebrity, fandom or culture please let me know so I can take it down. Also note that this is my version of a character or celeb, which will vary from person to person.

Author's Note: A 2nd longer fic for our lovely cannibalistic psychopath. I hate that I'm attracted to him. Someone please be my therapist. Or psychiatrist. Honestly doesn't matter. My brain is fucked anyway.

Copyright: Please note that this is my work and if you want to publish this on any other platform, take my permission before doing so. Taking an author's work and posting it somewhere else without any intimation is just disrespectful. I readily welcome suggestions and criticisms. That being said, Happy reading! 🤍

Warnings: 16+ and written for female reader, but all can read. (nothing specified with respect to appearance, etc of reader). Except that I've mentioned reader is short, cuz LDW is tall 🥰. There is a brief mention of sex, but no actual smut. Reader kinda highkey hates on her parents and younger sister. Read it to know. Age gap between reader and Moon-Jo. Slight obsessive thoughts. Manipulative words. I tried to put plot twist in the end, probably you won't notice it 💀. Please please tell me if I need to add more warnings. Do not read if you start to feel uncomfortable. I apologize in advance 🥺

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Pre-Requisite / Summary: Just a fic based on the song They Just Don't Know You by Little Mix. After watching Strangers from hell I related this song to him for some reason. Reader and Moon-Jo are in an established relationship. And reader's loved ones don't approve.

2.3k ish words My longest fic till date 🥳

" You know that he's too old for you. You can settle for younger, much younger guys for your age sweetheart. If you can't find anyone eligible enough, we will find one for you. And you don't even know if he has intentions of marrying you. What if all he wants is just a fling or some time pass relationship. Hmm? What are you going to do then? "

Sipping her tea silently, Y/N sat next to her dad on the porch swing, listening to all the criticisms he had about Moon-Jo. All his words did was boil her blood. But what could she do when they don't walk in her shoes? They don't know how safe and content she feels when he kisses her like she's the only girl for him in the entire universe. And no point in explaining that to her father anyway. She's tried. And failed. Multiple times.

"Are you done with your tea?" She asks her dad, in desperate attempt to try and get away from him and his words because she knows, and even he knows that it's going to end up in a fight if they continue to speak on the same topic.

Humming yes, he hands her his tea cup which she takes to the kitchen so she can help her mom with dinner. Placing them in the sink upon entering the kitchen, Y/N drags her palms down her face in frustration.

" I could hear what he said you know. Your dad. He's not wrong. Seo Moon-Jo seems like he'll break your heart in three. And we're only looking out for you Y/N. You don't have to go through heartbreak when you can very well avoid it." Her mom finished slowly.

" Why. Why is it so difficult for you to accept the fact that I'm actually in a happy relationship for once in my life. So what if he's much older than I am? He's a dentist. A doctor. A very good profession and he's known and well respected in his neighbourhood too. " Y/N said loud enough for her dad also to hear.

Huffing in annoyance she left the kitchen to go upstairs to her room. Or rather the room she shares with her sister. Of course the door is wide open. The younger rascal is always here for the drama.

Ever since Y/N came out to her family about her relationship with Moon-Jo, her sister has become the favourite child, for obvious reasons. And now eavesdropping with the door wide open? That's a new low. But what else can Y/N expect from such a low life who is literally thriving off her own sister's pain and suffering.

When entering the room, Y/N realizes how big a mistake it was to visit her family. And she did not need such snark from a younger, less experienced child.

"Are you that blinded by " Love " that you don't even see how weird his hair is? A man who isn't an idol or actor doesn't need such long hair. He's clearly a fuckboy. Or man whore. Whichever is right. " She said with disgust.

'She's just jealous. She's just a jealous bitch. They all are.' Y/N thinks to herself.

" At least one of us gets laid regularly. And just so you know, it's absolutely heavenly when he makes me cum over and over on his fingers and his dick-" Y/N said as her tone slowly got lower and darker and her emotion angrier.

Screaming and covering her ears, the younger girl ran downstairs to her mother, no doubt to tattle on her older sister. Rolling her eyes, Y/N started packing her things, all of them, in a bag she took down from the top shelf of the wardrobe.

It's really difficult to leave one's family, but it is clearly getting more and more tiresome to love them nowadays. If it's so wrong to date him, why does Y/N herself not see it? She's a logical and smart young lady. Does her family hate that man so much that they don't even want her to be happy? No matter who she's with. And is it so bad to date a man who's older? Richer? And cares more about her than all of her family members combined?

Wiping the fallen tear stains from her cheek, she just thinks to herself ' They just don't know him. They just don't know him like I do. '

Sending a text to her lover, saying that she misses him and that she's coming back home sooner than planned, Y/N carries her bag through the front door, her parents and sister ignoring her as she leaves and walks out that door one final time.

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Once reaching their shared apartment, Y/N collapsed into her lover's arms the moment he opens the door, crying her eyes out. Seeing his lover in turmoil, shedding a tear or two of his own, Moon-Jo carries her to the living room couch to cradle her like a child who needs attention.

" They- They said -"

" Shh my darling. I know. " Moon-Jo said, shushing his girlfriend and giving her a shoulder to cry on. Once she's calmed a little, her sobs turning to sniffs, she lifts her head to meet his gaze.

Seeing her sad, tear stained eyes always upset him. More than anything in the world. Running his long slender fingers across her cheeks and jaw, he removes her hair from her ponytail with his free hand and rests it on her thigh.

" Tell me. Please tell me that you won't break my heart like them. That you won't try to tear my world apart like them. " Y/N looked desperately at him, wanting so badly to know that he's not just using her.

Those words, that slipped out her mouth, shocked Moon-Jo, to say the least. What did he do wrong? What did her family fill her head with?

Tilting his head to a little, he looks into her red eyes, trying to read her mind for a moment, all the while she just looked at him with the same desperate expression.

"Please tell me that you will be there when I need you the most. " Y/N whispered so softly, she herself barely heard it. But the end of the sentence, she started crying all over again.

Taking her head to his neck, he stroked her hair and her sides, trying to calm her down.

" Darling. I promise with my everything, that I will never leave you, I will never ever let you go. That I will do anything, anything necessary to prove my love to you. "

"No, oh dear no. That's not, you don't have- have to do anything at all to make me believe you love me. I'm sorry I asked such a stupid question. " She sobbed out.

Shushing her softly again, he rocks their bodies back and forth, till she's calmed and fallen asleep there, in his arms. Knowing that his arms are her only safe place for her from now on, he takes her delicate figure to the bedroom.

Placing her on her side of the bed, he lays down on his. Staring at her stunning face, he feather touches her face with his fingertips, memorizing every curve, every little detail on her, like a sculptor admiring his work and giving it the finishing touches.

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" So, I did a little digging on your sugar daddy. "

" Why?! And he's not my sugar daddy. " Y/N said in disbelief. No. Not her dear best friend too.

" I know you said not to and I'm sorry. But I am worried about you. He made you leave your family Y/N. " They stated with worry and sympathy.

" No. He didn't make me leave them. I left them by choice. They don't see him like I do. And clearly, they hate that I'm happy with him. " Y/N finished as they sat down at the lunch table.

" Y/N..... "

" What? Even you don't want me to be happy? " She questioned her friend in disbelief. Laughing sarcastically Y/N shook her head.

" I've heard rumours! Okay? He was in the orphanage that had that severe fire explosion. And most of the culprits from that incident are MIA. What if he's one of the people who caused it?! " They said in a whisper, worried that the neighbouring people can hear their conversation.

" Do you really think that? All of that is just a rumour. And he's told me about it. He's told me everything. Unlike my parents who so desperately tried to tie me down to an arranged marriage. "

" He's not good for you. I know you deserve better. Okay he may make happy and all but what if he leaves? What if he just uses you and drops you like you were nothing? We're just trying to make sure you don't get hurt Y/N. Physically and emotionally. " They finished.

" This, all what you said, is cheap talk. But it'll eventually wear down because when we get married and have kids and all that in the future, you're all going to look like fools. And I will proudly say ' I told you so '. "

" If that's the case then I am the happiest person for you. Hopefully I won't have to be the one to say ' I told you so'. "

" Wow. I, just- hah. Wow. Just wow. " She paused.

" You know, I really hoped you would be more supportive or at least tolerant enough to have patience and support me with my decision for my love. " Y/N said loud enough for eavesdroppers to hear audibly.

Of all the people she would have to drop, never even in her nightmares had she fathomed that her best friend would be one.

Getting up from the table, she picks up her bag and leaves without another word, and goes to the only place that has love for her and that accepts her.

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Reaching home, Y/N notices the place empty. Maybe he's at the clinic?

Shrugging off her bag and jacket she sits on the couch for a moment, before her restlessness takes over and she begins pacing in the living room.

Why are people being like this? Do they hate her so much? They barely know him. Why are they treating and accusing him to be such a criminal! He's not. He takes care of Y/N so much. He loves her so much. He provides for her. He's affectionate with her, more than he's told he thought capable. He's become her ride or die. And she, his.

They don't know him like I do. They will never love me like he does.

They don't know about the love they have. The just see what they want to see. Bloody society dictating whom to love and whom to not. Is it so hard to see the love they have for each other? Can't they just let it be. They don't know the turmoil she's gone through recently; they don't know how well he's taken care of her, kept her happy and same enough to not let her intrusive thoughts get the best of her.

Her thoughts interrupted by the door clicking open. Smiling, Moon-Jo enters with a box, surely containing sweets from her favourite bakery. How can you not love someone so considerate, who does things for you without even having to ask.

Seeing the sad look upon his lover's face, Moon-Jo's smile fades into a frown.

" What's wrong my dear? "

Smiling sadly Y/N just shakes her head, conveying that she doesn't want to talk about it.

Placing the box of sweets on the coffee table, the two hug each other, feeling of comfort taking over them both. She can just stay here, forever, in his arms till the world ends.

" Babe. What's wrong? You can tell me anything. Anything at all. I'll take care of the problem. " Delicately Moon-Jo cradles Y/N's head in his palms, making her face up to him, their height difference evident.

Sighing, she moves to sit on the couch, motioning him to do the same. " It's just people. And what they say. My family was one thing, but my best friend, the person I chose as my family " Pausing Y/N breathers the tears back in, " They were doubtful of you today. How can I live knowing that no one will approve of us? " Y/N questioned looking at him.

" Does their opinion really matter that much? So much so that you are skeptical of my affection to you? " Coldly, he moved back from his seat on the couch.

" No! No. Gosh that is not what I mean. Not at all. I love you and I know that you love me. So much. So much so I would die for you. But there are other people whom I care about. Who's opinions matter to me. And I don't want to let them go. As happy as I am with you, I need them too. They give me joy in a different way, that is important. "

" Do I not make you happy? Are you not content with the love I give you? Is it not enough? " He asks carefully.

" That's not what I meant! You love me more than anyone I've known. "

"Then what's the problem? You don't need those people who don't love you. You have me. You will have me forever and ever. I will never leave you. And you will never leave me either. We'll be with each other till the end of the world darling. "

Nodding with a small smile you looked down at your feet.

Unhappy with your action, Moon-Jo pulls your face up by your chin to look at him with such force, it scared you a little, making your heart skip a beat in fear.

" Do you not love me, babe? " He asked tilting his head to a side, his expression mildly offended.

" I do! I love you. So much. " You finished with a soft tone, cupping his face with your hands.

Grinning like a Cheshire Cat, Moon-Jo leaned down to capture your lips with his. Reacting immediately, you kissed him with as much energy and sincerity you could muster, as you head filled with thoughts of doubt.

Had your parents been right? Had for friend been right? Had they all been right all along and you too blind to see?

No. It can't be. He loves you. He's said that so many times. And you love him.

You love him.

You.

Love.

Him.

...

Do you love him, or have you been illusioned into loving him?

[callmeweeeh]

I don't know if this has already been said/ discussed within the community but it's so cool to me how the powers are a reflection of their wielders (Spoilers for both Dishonored Games and their DLCs as much as the novels ahead!). Corvo can use Blink, Bend Time, Dark Vision, Possession and Devouring Swarm. Blink as the ability to teleport could symbolise his regret on not being fast enough to stop the Whalers and in the end save Jessamine. You could say the same for Bend Time. He wishes to control and go back in time to make things right. Dark Vision plays into his profession as someone lurking in and melting with the dark, an assassin. Possession plays more into his role as a diplomat for the Empire and spy. He has to get into the other person's mind or rather understand them in order to know how to convince them and to foresee their next move. Devouring swarm is a reflection of the hatred Corvo must have felt right after the coup. He had only been away from Jessamine, and therefore didn't know about the treason that was being prepared in the Empire, because of the Rat Plague. So when his lover is dead, his daugther's fate is unknown to him and his position as the Royal Spymaster has been taken away, he doesn't really have anything left to lose. Why not let the world go down and let everyone else die because of the Rat Plague too? Daud can also use Blink and Bend Time. Dark Vision gets replaced with Void Gaze in his case but is basically the same and Summon Assasin/ Arcane Bond are unique to Daud. Well much like with Corvo, Daud also regret his past actions and would like to go back in time to change them (slight spoiler for the novels/ post DOTO: note that time travel is a recurring theme throughout the whole series). Void Gaze is also an allude to him being an assassin. However for his powers connected to the Whalers, why does he have them? Sure, it's a cool thing to summon others to your aid, but he could've also gotten doppelgängers like Emily did to do the trick. It's because Daud has a deep connection to the Whalers. For him they are the people closest to a family. "If we go down, then we go down together" translates to, if I get supernatural abilities that grant me advantages, you'll get them to. Not because I willingly chose to get Arcane Bond from the Outsider, but because you mean so much to me and we share everything. "I love you bitch. I'm never gonna stop loving you, bitch".

Emily's unique powers in the second game are Far Reach, Doppelgänger, Domino, Mesmerize and Shadow Walk. She got Far Reach because she always wanted to escape Dunwall Tower and explore the City. By having her grip over the entire city, by knowing it, she wanted to truly be able to rule Dunwall rather than just own it. I think at some point in the game she even said herself, that she did know very little about the actual people and fates she ruled over. Doppelgänger is an allusion to her double life as an Empress at day and an Dora the explorer at night, who wished not to rule. Domino could symbolise the fates that are connected and influence she has on them with her decisions as the Empress. Mesmerize serves as a look into the Void I guess. On my last playthrough I've heard some npcs talk about their past and things they regret while being mesmerized. Maybe it also served as a way for them to reflect on their lives, just as much as the coup helped Emily reflect on hers. Shadow Walk shows my point the clearest. This ability tells us what Emily could become and maybe even wishes to be sometimes. She wants her Throne and Father back, no matter the cost. Yeah, sure, she talks about being a better ruler etc. but ultimately she wants her life in a comfy home and her family back. I guess the coup even triggered her feelings from her mother's assassination, as shown by the drawing she made as a child when you leave Dunwall Tower from the secret chamber. She's so scared of losing a parent yet again, that she'd even turn into a monster to prevent it. She's fully aware of the opportunities her powers grant her, of the havoc she could wreak and the possibility to just cut her way through whoever's standing between her and her father. In canon she's careful not to become that monster but having acess to that power implies, that Emily sometimes thinks about choosing the easy way to just kill everybody. Billie's abilities all have to do with switching places rather than bending time. This could refer to her questioning her identity and who she could have become if only she had made other choices. As much as she loves Daud and thinks about following his instructions blindly again throughout DOTO, she's curious about the positions she could be in if she had chosen another life. She had been in hiding under a different identity after the first and during most of the second game after all. Displace shows the possible points where Billie could go. Of course it isn't implied that this alludes to her life overall within the game, I mean the way you can use this power is of course limited within this medium. Semblance literally lets her take on a different identity for a while and even plays an important role during the auction for example. So to end this really long post, I don't know if I'm totally mislead by my interpretation of the character's powers, but I assume there's a reason why they got the powers they got. I think they are a reflection of both the point they're at in life and the humans they desire or fear to become. I'll tag some people here who might be interested in this theory but please don't feel pressured to react. @incorrect-dishonored-quotes @grandinventor @kirin-jindosh @corruptedbonecharm @tsainami

If you took the time to read this, thank you so much.

[librarycard]

feeling the compulsion to put dean under a microscope again but frankly any single part of his canon characterization can be summarized as i'm a bitch i'm a lover i'm a child i'm a mother i'm a sinner i'm a saint etc. you see it’s the way he’s a little bit of everything all rolled into one

[thetypedwriter]

Cold Iron Heart Book Review

Cold Iron Heart by Melissa Marr Book Review 

I don’t think many people are aware or have read the Wicked Lovely series by Melissa Marr, but that’s alright. I originally started this book blog as I had so many thoughts and feelings about the books I was reading and yet no one to share them with. 

So I might be talking to me, myself and I in this book review, but at the end of the day, it’s still a way for me to express how I feel about the literature I’m consuming even if no one else is reading this. 

Wicked Lovely is one of my favorite series from when I was young. I still remember very clearly how my love story with these books started as it was odd and coincidental. I was at the grocery store with my mom and a promised “quick” trip quickly turned into an hour-long shopping spree as my mother was prone to do. 

Back then I was in middle school, had no cell phone, and was bored out of my mind. So what is any pre-teen to do? I went over to the small, sad book selection in the grocery story and picked up the novel with the most interesting cover. 

This book was Wicked Lovely by Melissa Marr. 

I read it the rest of the day and finished it that night, consuming page after page. I was completely transfixed. It was dark, gritty, violent, sexy-all things that my twelve-year old self found entirely fascinating. 

It was a fantasy book about fairies, but these fairies were deadly, life-sized, cruel, violent, beautiful and loving. 

I’ve been enamored with fairies and fairy lore ever since. All because of this book and the series that followed. It hooked me in ways that I still don’t fully comprehend, but I understood then that I hadn’t read anything like it before and I was drawn into Melissa Marr’s world and never quite left it, even all these years later. I’ve gone back and re-read Wicked Lovely multiple times and each time I still found it enjoyable and alluring. 

Cold Iron Heart is a different beast. 

A few days ago, my best friend (who is a journalist) sent me an email saying that local Arizona author, Melissa Marr, was releasing a new book and that she might have the opportunity to interview her. 

I was ecstatic, of course, and not so subtly tried to persuade my friend to let me silently snoop in on the interview (I didn’t, by the way). 

It was then that I realized I hadn’t checked in on Melissa Marr for some time-what had she been writing? Imagine my surprise that one of my favorite series of all time not only had a new book-a prequel no less, but also several new short stories. 

I was flabbergasted. And beyond excited. 

So I ordered the book immediately and read it the moment it arrived on my doorstep to eventually find myself with...mixed feelings with a negative tinge. Okay, more than a tinge, more like a cascading waterfall of negative feelings. 

First off, the book is a prequel. 

Now. Melissa Marr could have done so many cool things with this. There are so many interesting characters that I would have loved to see more in depth or delve into their histories. 

Like Miach and Beira, for example. I’ve heard about the late Summer King since book 1, but never got to read about him as he was dead before the series began. However, his legendary love with Beira, the Winter Queen, would have been so incredibly bewitching to read about it, especially if it involved the birth of Keenan. 

This would have been an awesome choice. 

Irial and Niall would have been another incredible one, probably the best one. We’ve been told over and over again throughout the series that these two hot-heads with a past used to run the Dark Court together, wreaking havoc, taking lovers, seeking new heights, etc. 

But do we get to see this transfixing time? Nope. 

I would even have settled for a story about the Hunt, Sorcha and Bannanach, literally any character done in the right way. 

But...no. Melissa Marr decides to write a prequel that is literally a carbon copy of the first book Wicked Lovely, but innumerably worse. 

Everything in the prequel is exactly the same as the original novels. Miach is dead, Keenan is looking for his Summer Queen, the Winter Girl is pissed off for not being the chosen love of Keenan’s, Irial is temptation in the flesh, Niall and Irial are at odds, Bananach is causing discord, Sorcha is isolated and frigid, the list goes on and on. 

Nothing of consequence, novelty, or importance happens in this book. 

Frankly, it just felt like a terrible redo of the first novel, just set 100 years back. 

I didn’t give a single flying crap about Thelma or Tam or whatever her name was. She was a worse version of Leslie, of Aislinn, of every other cool female character we eventually get to read about in the main series. 

Thelma was contradictory in the worst of ways. She said one thing, like she would rely on no man and never have children and then turned around and did every single one of them like some sort of hypocrite galore. 

She was so irritating and boring to read about that I tended to skim her parts because it was just paragraph after paragraph of bitching and moaning about the same goddamn things over and over again: stay away from fairies, oh god this fairy likes me, no sex, no children, no love and then bam! She just throws it all away. 

Urgh. 

The worst part too is that this isn’t a well written book. It’s repetitive, quite boring at times, and caters way too much to the reader. 

Something I loved about the first Wicked Lovely is that Melissa Marr kinda just tosses you into her world and calls it a day. She doesn’t hold your hand or over explain. She just describes and lets you glean for yourself. 

I loved this aspect of the original series. I liked learning about her world and the characters this way. 

Cold Iron Heart spits on the idea of this concept. Marr repeats herself so much about the same things, who Irial is, what fairies are, why this is happening, that I grew increasingly irritated as the book went on. 

Who on earth is she explaining this for? New readers? Why in the world would any new reader start with this book? The newest one that comes after six others???? It makes no goddamn sense. 

So not only did I feel patronized and aggravated, but the love story between Thelma and Irial grated on me as there was no basis for their love. 

It was ridiculous with no shred of authenticity and I hated it, especially knowing that he already loves Niall and Leslie only to come back and say, “wait a moment! I had another true love that I’ve never mentioned before. Yeah. Her name was Thelma. Or Tam. Or whatever, I don’t know. I knew her for three days, most of which was just sex, and then I lost her after she had my baby but I conveniently forgot about it because of nonsensical plot! Hahahah, good right?”

No. Not good. Horrible. 

Overall, this book is a waste of time and trees. 

I don’t know why Melissa Marr even wrote and published this. I can see her writing this for herself because why not, but as a fan and a reader this was beyond disappointing. 

It’s like how all Harry Potter fans felt when J.K. Rowling wrote The Cursed Child and we got movies about Newt Scamander when we literally wanted anything else-Marauder series anyone??

It’s a particular kind of egregious offense when a favorite series or author of yours ends up ruining the canon you’re in love with. For that reason alone, I am stripping Cold Iron Heart from my heart and mind, like it never existed. 

Just like I did with Cursed Child, or the fact that you-know-who dies in Death Note (if you know, you know). I just...don’t believe it. It ruined all the lovely things Marr had previously written and the stories that defined so much of my love for YA, for fantasy, and for my own writing as a whole. 

I know for a lot of you this was a bumbling mess of a review with little to no clarity of the plot or who these characters are. Frankly, I’d be surprised if you are still reading if you didn’t know the book or the series in the first place, but that’s alright. 

Like I said at the beginning, this is a way to get my intense feelings and thoughts down onto paper and now that I have I feel marginally better, although still pissed off that this book exists and that I currently own it. 

Sigh. 

Well if you stuck around for the ride, I appreciate it. If you skipped this particular book review, I understand that too. 

Recommendation: Burn this book. However, if you want a gritty, tantalizing fantasy story, pick up the original Wicked Lovely and be whisked away into a world that has stuck with me since the first moment I read it on the fateful day at the grocery store. 

Score: 3/10