#i MAY BE a BIT of a bastard *hehehe*

[errruvande]

Ralph Fiennes (Amon Goeth) about other actors' interactions with him during the shooting of Schindler's List, in 1993

[transingthoseformers]

So!

I really really liked Transformers One!

The visuals were gorgeous, the characters were interesting, more under the cut

I especially liked the designs of the Quintessons, and the Quintesson ships. I liked how the ships themselves seemed like living organics up close, like some sort of massive arthropods.

I'll admit that initially learning Elita's VA had worried me, but I think Scarlett did manage to capture Elita's personality in a very interesting light— so much that I mayyyy have forgotten she was Elita's VA until the credits😅

there were so many recognizable characters in the background, but since I was. Well. In a theater and not in a place where I could pause and screenshot things I'm sure I missed quite a few Easter eggs

May I return to how much I loved the visuals??? Iacon felt alive and busy, and even though you can tell the surface was ravaged by the Quintessons it was full of so many interesting details. I fucking loved the shifting rocks and mountains

oughhh Airachnid was so cool, she gave me heavy xenomorph vibes.

I may or may not have quietly called D-16/Megatron Optimus's wife several times in the theater. I don't think my Grandma heard me as she was screwing around on her phone the majority of the time.

The transformations were pretty cool

Sentinel was the utter bastard I knew he'd be

They didn't kill the Quintessons or even directly go up against them, (which I was expecting them to go against them) which makes me think they might be saving that for a sequel or something.

LOVED THE END SEQUENCE OF D-16 FINALLY BECOMING MEGATRON AND ORION PAX BECOMING OPTIMUS PRIME, visually it was so cool

Alpha Trion's altmode was cool

I didn't expect it to have been Sentinel to scratch the first decepticon badge into Megatron's armor as a mocking gesture

Didn't expect the future decepticons to be called the High Guard, and to have their ties to the Thirteen Primes

again I loved how beautiful everything was, again and again

hehehe mild swearing in a PG movie

Probably more I can't think of right now!

Things I questioned / think could've been changed:

... I'll admit, as much as I love Megs, his character and progression from miner to leader of the decepticons felt a little out of character to me. I understand this is a new continuity with its own rules but I almost felt like Orion and D-16 should've been swapped. Idk, just an opinion. It felt very weird to hear D-16 go "mnnn but maybe we're better off as just miners, we're cogless :/", and I feel like his turn to seek violence was a bit fast.

I've seen the inclusion of Bee/B-127 as part of the original four questioned since the first trailer released, and while I liked him in the movie I do agree he might've should've been another character. Though, I'm inclined to suggest he maybe should've been Dion, and died somewhere at the end of the movie.

I'm a little disappointed we didn't get to see other possible Cybertronian cities like Tarn, Kaon, Vos, or Praxus. Idk if it'd've been realistic for them to include them, but still.

.Still not sure about Chris Hemsworth as Orion/Optimus.

Idk. I liked a lot of things about the movie, but there were a few things here and there, you know?

[asumofwords]

Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death, forced marriage, and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

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Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: The long awaited chapter... Hehehe, I have seen so many theories, so many denials, everyone seems to think that I am lying about Alys' death. I can assure you, she is gone. >:) Bit of a longer chapter this time hehe <3 Enjoy you heathens

Chapter 89: The Merciless Princess

As you sat at the table, elation and excitement rolled through you. You let a laugh of delight fall from your lips before you shoved the necklace into the sleeve of your gown, walking back to your chambers.

You felt a spring in your step, and were far happier than you had been before. 

Alys was dead. 

Your parents had seen to that. They had killed her and his bastard that grew within. She would be a threat no longer, and Aegon could not use her to his advantage anymore. 

What was more, Aemond could not seek her out any longer. 

And that made you ecstatic.

Once you arrived to your chambers, Aemond was sat in his chair, head turning to watch you enter, energy radiating off of you as you smiled at him, before sitting at the chaise opposite. 

Aemond seemed uncertain by your sudden bout of elation, but when you had offered him a small, and shy smile once more, he returned it, though it was short lived. Aemond shifted in his seat as he uncrossed his leg, both hands rested atop the arms of the chair, whilst one tapped each finger atop his thumb and then back again in thought. 

“Aegon wishes for our presence this evening.”

Aegon could wish for whatever he wanted in that moment, and it still would not dampen your mood.

You smiled again at your husband and nodded, not arguing. Aemond looked at you oddly, brows drawn and lips pursed. When had you ever not argued about such a thing?

Standing, you moved towards him and pressed a kiss to where his brow was creased, soothing the tension there. When you pulled back, you let a hand rest atop his shoulder, “We shall do as the King commands of us. I am sorry I saw you off in my bad temper, that was not fair of me. I know that Aegon commanded you to leave, and you would not leave me unless you truly had to. I do not wish to fight. I am tired enough with this babe growing every day.��� You let a hand rest against the front of your dress in show. 

Aemond placed his hand atop of yours, thumb brushing the back of your knuckles. One corner of his pouted lips lifted, and he gave you the tiniest of nods. You let him hold his hand against you a moment more before you turned away to flit around the chambers, opening the door to ask the knight to bring your maids to ready you for dinner.

As you shut the door behind you, and moved towards the vanity, you sat yourself down on the seat and looked into the mirror. Your cheeks were rosy, and your teeth were showing with the grin you could not keep from your lips. 

Aemond appeared behind you in the reflection, slowly stalking towards you with a sway that only Aemond had. Almost cat-like in his movements. He looked at you confused. 

“What has you so happy?”

You turned back to face him. 

If only you knew. 

“The Maester confirmed I was with child when you were gone. We should expect the babe to come in five, maybe six moons.” You spun around to look back at him though the mirror as he came to stand beside you, a small smile of his own winding on his cheeks, “He warned me my moods may be up and down, and right now? I'm overjoyed. I could not have asked for any greater sign from the Gods than the one I got today.”

Aemond let a hand brush against the back of your head, “What did the Gods show you?”

“Your heir.” You lied.

Your bastard dead.

Your whore dead.

Aemond moved forward, pressing a lingering kiss to the side of your face, his sharp nose buried into your hair. You hummed and let a hand reach up to caress his cheek, before you turned to face him, drawing his mouth down to yours. 

With lips slotted against each other, you poured the excitement that you felt into him. Not that he knew what truly brought your joy, but he took it nonetheless, kissing you back with passion and haste, his tongue teasing the front of your lips. You opened yourself willingly to him, wrapping your hands around his neck. 

Aemond groaned into the kiss, hands skating up your sides, tracing over the swell of your breasts in your dress. You hummed a short laugh into his mouth before pulling away, lips tingling from his touch, and a warmth settling in your core. 

Aemond smirked when you turned away flustered, pulling the earring that you wore from your ears, placing them into a small golden dish. 

“You’ve missed me.” He purred. 

“Like a hole in ones head.” You quipped back, a small chuckle leaving your lips. 

Aemond laughed a quiet laugh, before he pressed another chaste kiss to your cheek, before moving himself to sit by the fire again. Soon the maids arrived to the chambers to ready you both, Aemond opting to wear his black leather tunic and sweeping black coat. 

The Prince sat as he watched the maids begin to brush and braid your hair, refreshing your face with a wet cloth, and a light rouge being applied to your lips. You turned away for a moment, feeling his heated gaze. The sky had darkened, and soon you would be dining with Aegon. 

And soon he would know. 

“Go ahead without me.” You implored, “I will meet you there. I need to ask of some things from the Maester.”

Aemond came towards you and nodded, a small hum in agreement leaving his lips before he pressed his to yours once more. It was a soft kiss. Not so much filled with passion and fire as the last, and just as fleeting. The Prince straightened himself and left the chambers, the door shutting with a click.

Joanna and Amala dressed you in a tight black gown, your breasts that had begun to swell sitting heavily atop, with more cleavage shown than usual. The shoulders were embroidered with a fine netting, making them to appear as though they were dragons wings. 

As the girls tightened the back of the gown, you held the chain in your hand tightly, the Valyrian steel warm in your palm. As you held it, you felt the grooves of the chain, and the roundness of the emeralds rubbing against the scar of your palm.

You grit your teeth as you realised it was almost identical the one he had gifted you.

Swallowing that anger, you turned to Amala, who smoothed the skirts of your gown. Opening your palm you held it towards her, “Can you help me put this on?” You asked, a small smile on your lips as your heart beat against your chest. 

Amala stood straight and grasped the necklace from you, “Princess, this is beautiful.” She commented, moving to stand behind you as she opened the clasp, dragging the necklace across your skin.

“It is, isn’t it? It was a gift.”

You could hear Amala smile behind you, “How lovely of him to be so thoughtful, Your Grace.” 

Your teeth ground together, but you kept the smile upon your lips, “Yes, it was. My Lord Husband is a generous man.”

When you were dressed, you looked at yourself in the mirror one last time. 

You looked like your mother.

You looked like your father. 

You looked like the blood of the dragon.

And you were. 

Because seated along your collarbones was the proof of it. The evidence of it. The Valyrian steel shone in the light of the candles, and the emeralds appeared to be deeper than what they were, as though there was magic within them. 

But there wasn’t. 

Because the witch was dead.

You smiled brightly again, feeling a surge of pride and conviction within you before you turned to leave the chambers, feeling the weight of the necklace sit heavily on your neck. The knight bowed to you as you exited, and walked ahead to escort you to the Dining Hall, no doubt commanded to by Aemond.

And with each step you took, you felt giddy at the thought of your uncle seeing the stones atop your chest. Of Larys recognising it. Of watching Aemond come to the realisation of what you had done. What you had achieved. A promise that you delivered.

As you stood in front of the large wooden doors, you took a deep breath. 

Was this how it felt for Alicent when she wore green to your mothers wedding?

Was this how she felt when she declared a subtle war to the King and his daughter?

But you were not waging a war with Aemond. 

You had won it. 

The doors were opened, and you tipped your chin upwards, holding your head high as you were announced to the chambers, the room quieting as you entered. Your blood strummed in your veins with every beat of your heart, and excitement crackled at the tips of your fingers. 

The silver head of Aemond turned to watch as you came and sit beside him, a gentle smile gracing his face as he looked up at you in adoration. You smiled back down at him knowingly as he stood to pull out the seat for you, a soft ‘wife’ falling from his lips. 

You kept your eyes on his face. 

Waiting. 

And then, it happened. 

His eye grazed down to your chest, to where your breasts spilled heavily out the top, and then to your neck.

You watched his face drop. His lone eye snapping back up to yours as you smiled wolfishly at him.

A short and smug hum flitted from your lips as you leant forward and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before leaning back again, greeting the rest of the table with a nod of your head. Your eyes skated across the chambers, feeling the heat of Aemond’s gaze until you found your intended target.

Larys sat, eyes glued to the two of you as he was seated beside Alicent. With a subtle hand, you moved to tuck a strand of hair that was not there behind your ear, hand trailing down over the front of the necklace. Larys did not react, though if you had to guess, you would say he was schooling his reaction far better than Aemond was trying to. 

Anger positively radiated off of him. 

And Aegon seemed to notice. 

And if Aegon noticed, then everyone noticed. 

However, you pretended as though you didn’t feel the sudden and inexplicable shift of your husband beside you, dining beside him with a smile on your face as you listened to the Lords chatter amongst themselves, occasionally joining in. 

Aemond had not said a word the entire evening, his gaze burning a hole in your chest and the side of your face as he stared at the necklace. You watched as his hand gripped his goblet tightly, knuckles white, bringing it continuously to his lips more than Aegon did. 

Reaching out, you tried to soothe his hand with yours, running your fingers over his knuckles with a shit eating grin. 

You knew it was not smart to push his temper, but you couldn’t help it.

You had won. 

And there was nothing he could do to take that from you. 

Nothing he could do to bring her back.

And the greatest joy of all, was that he didn't even know it yet.

When the evening grew late, and the men all nursed their ale, some leaving, and others continuing to talk amongst themselves, you had made a point of staying longer than you usually would have, forcing Aemond to sit beside you and stew in his anger, and rage, and no doubt a multitude of questions without being able to act upon it. 

For if he did?

Then all would know you had bested him.

And Aemond was not one to show weakness.

A false yawn fell from your lips before you turned to kiss Aemond’s cheek, the skin hot to the touch and and jaw tensed. You turned to face what little men remained, and bowed to Aegon, begging his pardon and that you would bid them all a good night. Aegon grinned, sensing the tension between you, and was all too happy to send you on your merry way back to your chambers.

Aemond all but leapt from his seat, the chair scraping harshly against the stones as you lazily, and slowly took your time to stand, making a point to look at all the Lords and smile, which you had not yet done before, before turning to leave with him. 

It was tense, and you could feel the fury rolling from Aemond in waves, but not even his anger could take away your victory. The joy of knowing you took something away from him. The joy of knowing that you had won. That you had ripped something from his grasp that he used to seek refuge in.

No, not something.

Someone. 

His whore and his bastard. 

Two birds, one stone. 

Or more likely in the case of your father, two birds and the Dark Sister blade.

The Prince stormed ahead of you, but you did not chase after him, instead leisurely walking behind, enjoying the way his hair swayed with his gait, and his pale hands were tight in fists at his sides.

When finally you entered your shared chambers, Aemond having disappeared within the doors before you, your husband spun on his heel, the leather of his boot crackling against the stone as he stormed towards you, crowding your space as the door shut.

“What did you do?” Aemond demanded, brows drawn as he looked at you.

You cocked your head, “What do you mean, husband?” You responded, sickly sweet voice dripping from your lips.

“No more games. What. Did. You. Do.”

You sighed as you looked at your uncle, his eye crazed and chest heaving, as his gaze dropped to the necklace and back up to your impassive face.

Moving to the side of the chambers, you picked up the decanter, ignoring his questions as you poured yourself a goblet of wine.

The air around you shifted as Aemond charged towards you, ripping the cup from your hands and slamming it back down on the table, drops of wine spilling over the rim and onto the table. 

Calmly, you raised your head away from the spilt wine and looked at Aemond, who gazed at you murderously.

"Do you remember the Septa teaching us about the second wife of Maegor the Cruel? Alys her name was.” You mused, tilting your head as you looked at him, “The people called her the Whore of Harroway, such a familiar ring to it don’t you think? There are so many strange familiarities of it all. Alys Harroway gave birth to stillborn babe. Grotesque and twisted-“

“Enough with the juvenile history lessons.” Aemond interrupted.

“-And Maegor flew into a fit of rage after he was told she had been unfaithful. Any man, woman, or child was put to death with even just a drop of Harroway blood.” You shook your head, “Such a horrific end to her life, too. Alys was tortured for fourteen days, and fourteen nights by Maegor’s third wife, Tyanna. Then, when she died, they cut her into seven pieces, and mounted the pieces on spikes above the Seven Gates. Tyanna, of course, later confessed to poisoning the unborn child, but Alys’ death was merciless.”

Aemond stepped towards you, eye on your neck, “Where did you get that?”

Your hand rose to touch your chest softly, feeling the stones against your collarbones.

“This? It was a gift.” You moved to grab the goblet again, hand reaching in front of you. Aemond's own shot out and grasped your wrist tightly, pain shooting up your arm as he roughly tugged you towards him.

“What. Did. You. Do.” He growled, breath fanning over your face.

“You’re hurting me.” You sneered, trying to wrench your hand away from him, failing, “Let go of me.”

“No.”

“Let. Go!”

“What did you do, zāldritsos.” His voice lowered, and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

“Fire and blood. I made a promise to you, did I not?” You smiled up at him. 

Aemond stilled, grip faltering.

You saw your chance and ripped your hand away from him, grabbing the wine, and pulling it up to your lips. You sipped heavily, feeling the sharp spiced wine travel down your throat.

“What have you done?”

“Who knows if Alys Rivers was unfaithful, and that babe inside her deformed. I wish I could tell you that she did not face the same fate as Alys Harroway,” You grinned viciously at him, “But I can’t.” You whispered, “My only consolation I can offer you is that there is no more Strong blood, besides Larys. Just like you wanted.” You sneered, slamming the wine down as you got up in his face, raising your head to look up at him, his eye wild as he looked down at you, lips twitching.

“You fucking cunt.” He sneered, hand shooting out to grip your throat tightly, squeezing the air from you. 

You should feel fear. 

You should feel regret.

But all you felt was triumph. 

You beamed brightly at him as he squeezed your neck tighter, fingers pressing meanly into the sides of your throat, the size of his hand almost holding the entirety of it, lungs feeling tight and head feeling lighter.

“I couldn’t let you father a bastard. What would the court say? What about your honour?” You wheezed, and his hand tightened again, bruising your flesh as his face came forward, nose jabbing yours as he breathed raggedly in anger.

“You’re mine." You hissed, "Did you trust think I would continue to let you traipse around the realm to fuck your whore? I have given you an heir. You needn’t any other. I had disposed of your whore and unborn bastard so that you needn't fear about our child's succession. She's dead. Your precious Alys is dead, and you can thank me for it.” You purred, though it came out rough and crackled at the back of your throat from his grip on your neck.

Aemond watched your face, eye flickering back and forth on yours before down to his dead lovers necklace, fingers twitching against your neck, gaze flickering momentarily to your lips. 

“I love you.” You wheezed.

Aemond blinked as the words left your lips.

And silence filled the chambers.

The air in your lungs had stopped, and your eyes had widened.

The space between you was gone, and Aemond crashed his lips against yours, kissing you bruisingly, his grip on your neck not faltering as stars began to flood your vision. Aemond opened his mouth and bit down on your lip roughly, a squeak of pain flitting into his mouth, which he soothed with his tongue. 

You rose on your feet, hands coming to hook around his neck, to pull him closer, but also to seek purchase as your vision blackened. Your hands tightened in his hair, pulling cruelly at the roots as you brought him closer to you.

Five fingers released their pressure on your throat, and air came rushing back into your lungs. You gasped into Aemond’s mouth, which he swallowed down greedily. 

The large man's hands came to rip at the front of your dress, your breasts spilling forth from the broken silk, where his head dipped down to pull a sensitive nipple roughly into his mouth by his teeth. You hissed in pain, feeling his other hand move to squeeze the other painfully.

Aemond’s hands dropped down to the back of your thighs and hoisted you up, your legs instinctually closing around his waist as he turned and began to walk towards the bed, teeth piercing your neck, shoulders, and the tops of your breasts as he moved.

Any piece of bare skin revealed to him, he would bite down, bruising the flesh.

Your stomach dropped as Aemond threw you onto the bed without a care, your body bouncing onto its surface. His hands gripped your ankles and ripped you down the end of the bed, grasping at the rest of your dress in his hands before tearing it up the skirt. Adjusting his grip he grabbed it again, tearing it apart to reveal your sopping centre to him. 

Aemond stood back and looked at you as he began to undo the ties of his own breeches impatiently, pulling his cock out roughly as he began to tug it in his palm. He was already painfully hard, the tip leaking pre-cum. 

“Come here.” He commanded, still pumping himself roughly in his hand. 

Scooting down the bed, you let your legs hang off the edge as Aemond gripped the back of your head, pulling you down towards his length. Opening your mouth you took him on your tongue heavily, lapping at the underside of his shaft. 

Aemond sighed, thrusting into your mouth forcefully, cock hitting the back of your throat.

“Fucking cunt.” Aemond grunted, thrusting into your mouth as you gazed at him tearily, spit coating your lips and his cock. 

Heat bloomed inside of you as he looked down at you, anger still tight in his shoulders as he continued to thrust himself in and out.

Aemond used your head to fuck his cock into your mouth, hands gripping your hair and side of your face, sliding you up and down his shaft roughly, aggressively, without a care for your gags and splutters, strings of spit beginning to drip down onto the stone floor below.

“Cunt.” The Prince growled, pulling out of your mouth as you gasped for air, looking up at him as tears streaked your cheeks. 

Your dress was torn to shreds, your hair messed from his grip, lips swollen and wet from his actions, tears dripping down your cheeks and yet, he praised you.

“My beautiful cunt of a wife.” He gripped your jaw in one hand, squeezing painfully as your mouth dropped open, the joint groaning in protest. 

Aemond leant forwards and spat onto your tongue. You flinched feeling it land in your mouth warmly before he slid back inside rapidly. Aemond fucked your throat without abandon, slapping your cheek as you closed your eyes, trying to concentrate on breathing through your nose, desperate to get any air that he allowed you. 

His hand smacked against you again, and you looked up at him angrily, brows drawn.

“The Merciless.” Aemond mocked, pushing you off of his cock as you coughed, rubbing your throat as it felt raw from his hands and cock.

Aemond shoved you back against the bed, flipping you over as he fisted his length against your backside. You arched you back, angling yourself before he thrusted into your heat with no preparation. The sharp sting wound its way through your body, but pleasure soon replaced it. 

You did this. 

You made him this angry. 

Another victory.

Aemond fucked into you at a brutal pace, your body jolting beneath him with each thrust, hoarse gasps leaving your lips as he grunted and growled from above you.

“Fucking take it.” Aemond sneered, the head of his cock beating against your cervix painfully.

You grit your teeth, hands clawing the mattress as he used your body. But even then, you could feel the slickness between your thighs of your own bodies reaction. A whine left your swollen lips, muffled by the sheets of the bed.

“Such a fucking whore. So wet and tight.” The clapping of his hips filled the chambers alongside the wetness of your heat.

“You like this don’t you? Being treated like a cunt. Just a fucking hole to put my seed in.”

You whined beneath him, head turning to the side to look up at him as you grinned meanly back at him, your core clenching around his length.

Aemond sneered, slapping his hand on your face, using it to push his weight into the mattress for leverage as he fucked you. Pain pinged down your neck, but you ignored it, focusing on the way his cock bullied your spongey spot within, and the anger that poured from him.

“Fucking cunt.” Aemond swore, hand still pushing your head into the mattress as one of his legs propped up onto the bed, leveraging his thrusts to be harder and deeper.

“Fuck.” You garbled beneath him, feeling his cock in your stomach. 

“Shut up.” He snapped, grabbing your hair in both hands as he wrenched your head back, thrusts unwavering in their strength or pace. 

“Do you even deserve it? Do you even deserve my seed?”

You moaned beneath him, knuckles white as you felt pleasure bloom within your gut suddenly, wet seeping onto the mattress below you as you reached a painful peak. The wet sounds from your cunt got louder, fluttering walls sucking him in as he grunted. 

“Fucking filthy, look at you soaking the bed. Fucking disgusting whore.”

You groaned loudly, your body going limp underneath him, strength having seeped out of your bones, leaving you to be a puddle beneath him as he continued to drill into you cruelly, his pace beginning to falter. 

“Fuck. Fuck.” Aemond moaned, hunching over you, moving his head to bite at your shoulder. His mouth opened against your flesh before his teeth bit down, skin breaking underneath and pain rippling through you. 

“Ah!” You cried out, core clenching down on him tightly, bringing him to his release. 

Aemond thrusted into you deeply, pushing against your cervix as his seed filled your womb. He breathed heavily atop you as your eyes slid shut, utterly exhausted and not willing to move. 

Or more like, unable to move. Your limbs felt as heavy as a stone.

Aemond laid atop you for some time before he slowly slid out of your folds, hissing as you twitched around him. The heat of his body left your spine and you kept your eyes shut, regaining your breath as you basked in the victory of the day, and the pleasure of the evening.

Your throat and shoulder throbbed, and there was a dull ache that spread through your core, but despite this, it felt like you were floating.

Some time later, Aemond’s presence came behind you and you flinched as you felt pressure between your thighs, Aemond rubbing his seed into your sensitive folds with two long fingers. You jerked beneath him, a whine in protest falling from your lips. 

“Shh, my merciless thing.” 

Aemond sounded tired. Less angry. 

But there was still an underlying rage that lingered in the back of his throat, just barely contained, clipped and strained.

"Perfect fucking cunt. And mine."

Aemond dipped his head down and lapped at the bite on your shoulder, licking up the blood that had rose to the surface. You hissed as he pressed his tongue into it, a stinging pain blooming over the mark.

Aemond nipped the mark again, causing you to cry out.

His presence loomed over you as his two large hands scooped beneath your body, and hoisted you up the bed. 

“Do you need the privy?” He asked bluntly, ripping the sheets from beneath you more roughly than was needed.

“Mmm.” You mumbled, still feeling like you were floating away, little sparks floating through your limbs. 

You kept your eyes closed as Aemond tucked you beneath the covers, pulling the sheets up to your shoulders before he followed you, pulling you against him in the bed. You don’t remember him taking your dress from you, but as you curled into his side closer, you found your bare skin against his.

"What am I going to do with you, hm?" He whispered.

Aemond pressed a kiss to your hairline, though his lips were firmer than what could have been considered gentle.

You could still feel him seething with anger. 

The Prince’s fingertips danced over the bite mark on your shoulder, brushing over it in thought as he held you to him. Each brush of his fingers causing dull pain to crackle over the surface of your flesh.

And before long, sleep came to call, and begun to drag you under. Aemond’s hand grazed your neck, and you sighed.

You fell to sleep, naked in his arms, with his fingers tracing over the necklace that had once belonged to Alys Rivers.

"Perzys Ānogār."

Fire and Blood.

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[onepiece-polls]

One Piece Shipping War - Round 3 Side B

KidKiller art by @anj-does-stuff. Check out the original post here!

Propaganda under the cut.

Propaganda for Kid x Killer:

The loyalty, the way they praise each other, their past, the aesthetic, Kid's reaction to seeing Killer with a SMILE in Wano, the fact the Kid's hobby is listening to music while Killer's is playing the drums, they are made for one another.

That sweet sweet captain/first mate loyalty…can’t be beat

Killer and kids are cannonicly ride or die

Murder couple, captain x first mate will always have special place in my heart, childhood friends bonus, love that they're just unashamedly bastards together and separately

OMG they care so much for each other!!! Kid called Killer his partner! They are mates for life! 💕

Child. Hood. Best. Friends. You want more? *cracks knuckles* Growing up beside one another, calling one another partner, only ever seeing Kid crying and losing his hard head persona when it involves Killer, Killer calming down after being reunited with Kid for a bit, KILLER KNOWING WHERE - down to the centimetre- TO CUT HAWKINS’ ARM SO HE DOESN’T HARM KID!!! THE!!! CENTIMETRE!!! That’s some intimate level of knowledge right there!

Propaganda for Shachi x Penguin:

They may be underrated characters with very little screen time, but you can see that they clearly are affectionate with each other (ex: hugging in the manga) and also speaking at the same time, sharing thoughts, and beyond that, they grew up together. They've clearly known each other for a long time and typically work together very well. They are a package deal, you cannot separate them <3

Two idiots with one braincell/ two bros sitting on each other laps because they're gay / it's not gay if it's the homie

Law officiated their marriage fr

They're overcompensating for how gay they are for each other and everyone can tell

(Headcanons included) Everyone who likes a cute younger brother aura X a serious Tsundere older brother aura would love this ship! Shachi and Penguin know each other before they even met Law. I think their parents are on good term since they went to the beach together. I like to think that they knew each other since birth. They are both very close, and inseparable since forever. And it would be cute to think that the both of them only has each other. A cute and shy Penguin being best friend with a fun and exciting Shachi (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)♡ They both survived the tsunami together. And since Penguin was the oldest one. He would feel like he had the responsibility to protect Shachi. Big brother aura Penguin! He loves Shachi so much that he would do anything to protect him… They are very close for a long time because they knew each other's blood type and Shachi invited Penguin to stay at his uncle's house. ✨But of course, the uncle and aunt were abusive. Since Penguin thought that he had to protect Shachi at all cost. Penguin would always be the one to receive most of the physical abuse. Shachi would be a crybaby and cry everytime he sees Penguin in pain. But Penguin would always say that he was okay. (skipping to growing up) there's also that time where a bomb exploded. Instead of worrying about themselves, they cared about the other person more ✨I think it was Penguin would called out for Shachi?Then, there was the fighting scene on swallow island where ShachiPen fought the enemy together. I like to imagine the both of them already liking each other since their younger age. Especially Shachi. Shachi who had been protected during his childhood by Penguin decided to become stronger for him. Because of INK, my favorite artist, that drew a lot of ShachiPen, I have their version of ShachiPen stuck in my head. And it also became my headcanon. Shachi became a lot stronger than Penguin and it is now his turn to protect him. Hehehe. After Savaody I like to imagine that something bad happened to one of them. Then they finally confessed their love. ♡(ŐωŐ人)

[hippolotamus]

IM SO IN 🎖️🎖️🎖️🎖️🎖️🎖️🎖️🎖️🎖️

hehehe I'm so glad you're enjoying. some more of Tommy and his dad 💚

“Why, I oughtta-” Tommy Sr moves to stand, stumbling over a table leg but miraculously manages to catch himself before crashing to the floor.  And Tommy, well, he’s already over it. He’s low on sleep, patience and time. If his night is going to be disrupted, there’s some business he wants to attend to while they’re both here. He’s across the room in two large strides, clamping a hand on his dad’s shoulder and shoving him back into the seat.  “Sit. Down.” His dad opens his mouth to argue, but Tommy makes sure he’s faster, digging his thumbnail just under the collarbone until Tommy Sr hisses in pain.  “And for Christ’s sake, please shut the fuck up.”  He largely ignores the scathing glare his dad sends him. Good, let the bastard fume for a bit. Maybe it’ll sober him up quicker. Or finally make his ticker give out. Either option would be acceptable at the moment.  “I know you and I don’t do the whole communication thing but for once I need you to listen to me. I was going to tell you and Ma later today. However, since you’re already here, we may as well get down to it.”  Tommy leans back against a short dresser of drawers, folding his arms across his chest. A move that’s as much for his protection as it is to reiterate that he is running this show. “I’m signing up for the army and getting the hell out of here. I don’t have any expectation that I’ll be denied. So. What that means for you is I won’t be here to bail your ass out anymore.” “I’m forty-three,” his dad gripes. “I don’t need a babysitter.” “You can’t stay away from the bar for two full days. Pretty sure you don’t have a say in what you need anymore.” “I could if I wanted.”

make me write (Teddie edition)

mandatory @diazsdimples tag 💞

[theultimatekamehamehavoc]

Ramble time about Makoto and a little mini headcanon I came up with cus why not B]

Sometimes, I like to believe that Makoto gets really deep into stuff. Basically him in his own little world, hyper-focused to the max such as him cleaning, research, planning. Stuff like that. In the peak level of him in this state, he'd go, burst into a room, rummage around for anything he might need, and leave all while anyone who was in the now ransacked room is just 100% ignored. Bursting into rooms with the determination of the Kool-Aid Man (def not the strength tho) Makoto doesn't even remember that there were people in the room either. He could have been in a room with 58 other people for instance and if you quizzed him on how many people were in that room he'd just blank out like "People? What people?" This applies to whoever he lives with as an adult as well as way back with his parent's and sister. I can see his parent's never getting why he'd zone out like this. Like, they've tried to get it cus they of course wanna understand this weird part about their oldest child. They never really succeeded with it though and just accepted it as one of his weird quirks. Meanwhile, Komaru teased the shit about it to him cus of course she would. After all, it's the little sister privilege to completely dunk on the older sibling. 'Tis the law. Plus, it's not like it's the biggest piece of ammo she has on her older brother. This is Makoto we're talking about after all. Also, cus why not, (might as well be a BIT self-serving hehehe) I'm slipping in my mini headcanon of Makoto, Kyoko, and Byakuya living together casually in the same apartment/small house. Plus, it's funny imagining these two experiencing Makoto's little moments like this. Feel Kyoko would be more used to Makoto basically forgetting her existence when he gets into these hyper-focusing grind moments. Even when she first learned about it, I doubt it'd affect her much. Like, what is she gonna do? Have a little grudge for a solid week and a half with her roommate and lowkey boyfriend? And, besides, what idiot would have a grudge going on for that lon- oh right... Byakuya exists. Yeah, unsurprisingly, the heir is the type to be petty as shit about something like this. Has 100% without fail been disappointed to some extent and bummed out whenever he gets ignored like this. Or ignored in general. At the end of the day, he's a bit of an attention whore (the bit taking it lightly) It's his tsundere way to act like a needy, bastard cat. He'd basically take it personally while Kyoko's shaking her head cus he's taking it personally and Byakuya's all like "Tch. Stop making the assumption I'm taking it personally" and they go back and forth about it during the week all while Byakuya side eyes Makoto who's very much not aware he's even done anything wrong. His little stunt only happened once that week and he doesn't even remember Byakuya being in the room with him while he was rushing about their living quarters looking for junk like some toothpaste and a hanger. And this goes on until the week ends until Byakuya's basically over it, Kyoko gives him the whole "I told you so" look which for her is just her regular expression but with one of her brows slightly raised which she may or may not be actively trying to raise it higher but can't cus that's as far as it goes. Also this is a common occurrence for them all at least once a month. Oh, and the week is the minimum amount of time for Byakuya to hold a petty grudge for and they've lasted way longer ^v^

[dimlylittorch]

okay, i may—or may not—have an idea regarding your archivist!reader and simon🫣

what is he’d find some other soldiers on base either not talking nice bout them or being kinda mean/teasing towards them?

what would he do heheh?

i mean, he already said they don’t know how to treat someone like them…

(just me brain rotting over my pookies🫣)

omg yes!!! literal brain rot over simon and his archivist (the whole concept of an archivist reader is so self indulgent bc im a history major in university rn and im planning on having some kind of similar job😭)

okay, so! how simon would react:

I think it would definitely depend on who they are, and what they said.

-Let’s say it’s something small, but mean nonetheless. ‘how did a chubby piece of work like that get a job on base?’ Simon is def annoyed, but he doesn’t take it TOO seriously bc he knows it’s kind of a fair question, just not asked in a nice way. People weren’t used to seeing soft people on base!! You were a little anomaly- one he adored. If a new recruit said that, he definitely has Price give them extra work and training. If someone higher up said that, he pulls them aside and has a chat with them himself. ‘Learn to act like an adult and watch your bloody mouth’ may or may not pin them up against a locker to make sure his point gets across

-now let’s say it’s something just outright uncalled for. ‘now we know why the cafeteria keeps running out of food..’ Simon is absolutely fuming. If it’s a new recruit, he finds out when they’re alone next and seeks them out, ruffing them up a decent bit so they get the message. If it’s a higher ranking person, he knows if he wants to make an impact, he needs to get Price involved. Tells Price he needs to demote them/fire them/cut their salary- whatever Price will agree to. Price is confused, but Simon plays the ‘you’ve known me for long enough to trust my judgment’ card.

-now.. if someone ever lays a hand on you? Shoves you aside, trips you because they think it’s funny.. Simon has no issue taking physical action, making sure they end up in the infirmary for a good while, getting Soap and Gaz to help him come up with some excuse as to what happened to the asshole

-if anyone ever says anything about you and Simon’s relationship (once it’s public), he very much likes to show you off. Not in a ‘look at my property’ way, more in a ‘look at the one person who can absolutely control me’ way. Makes sure people see when you gently pull his chin down to kiss him, him giving in immediately and letting you do what you want with him. Will always be touching you in some shape or form, especially likes to hold a part of you that he knows most people make not find attractive. A gentle hand on your stomach as he wraps his arm around your waist, tracing the fat of your upper arm when you sit next to him as he holds his arm around your shoulders.. loves to prove that everyone that you absolutely deserve every shred of attention he gives you

-and if it ever happens that you know of his tendencies to get upset.. you get him to take it down a peg. He instead gets Soap to prank the bastards who mess with you constantly, Soap putting weird stuff in their bunks, messing them up during training

-there is def soap, gaz, and price solidarity with you and Simon :)) one big happy family😭

[sunfloo-wers]

Reply to this (if you want to ofc, hehe ;D) with five things that make you happy, then send this ask to the latest ten people in your activity tab!!!!!! It continues. I think we're gonna get stuck in a loop. No pressure because I've sent this before I think so like. that's a lot of thinking.

the chain continues hehehe

I struggled with that last one so I'm not sure how many more of these I can do but I will try! :D

this time! I'm going with lu related things because I have thoroughly exhausted the "random objects around me" list and that is the other thing that I have right on hand!

rulieeeeee, look at him, look at him and tell me he's not wonderful, he's just a perfect little guy :D (Hyrule is just the first to come to mind, but I love all of 'em and could say what I said here for literally all of them)

ravioli (Ravio and Legend ship), I can't just list chain members because that would be far to easy and I will not take the high road out of this loop. But! ravioli, they're adorable and balance each other out perfectly, and they care so much! (they'er also both rat bastards and are just so silly)

vidow (Vio and Shadow ship), it may be heartbreaking most of the time, but who doesn't love a bit of doomed lovers every now and again? and when they're happy they're so cuteeeee :DDDDD (also the fact vidow and widow look very similar and uh well we all know what happened)

is it cheep to just put lu in general? yes, but I'm doing it anyways >:D the fandom, the comic, the general vibe here is great :D

off topic but it's possessed me into saying it, popcorn ceilings, love a bit of wall texture, and it can also be on the ceilings and amplified to 1,000? sign me up!

[katsushika-division]

ARB Birthday Special 2024: Rintaro Himura

 ~ ~ July 16th ~ ~

“The child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth.”

Login Lines:

“Fucking shit why the hell do people keep bothering me today? Oh goddammit, not another one. What the fuck do you want?”

“You’re giving me of all people a gift? Fucking why? My…birthday? Shit that is today. No wonder people kept bothering me.”

Voice Lines: 

“Finally 27, huh? Not that it fucking matters. I’m set to be hanged for my crimes one day. Today is just another day closer to that shitty moment. Just thinking about it makes me want a smoke.”

“Normally I don’t give a fuck about my birthday but Touya does for some damn reason and he wants to celebrate it. Even fucking begged. Ugh…he’s lucky I don’t have the heart to tell him no.”

“People have been asking me if I want a drink to celebrate my birthday. Like hell I want a drink. I swore never to touch that shit in my life. An insane pyromaniac I may be, but I refuse to become a drunkard like that bastard of my father.”

“I promised Akari that we’d spend the day together today. Just the two of us. Just like when we were younger before everything went to hell. It’s going to be great. I have to make up for all the years we lost together. Now to go find her.”

“Well if it isn’t the Old Man. Here to give me a gift? Hey, now any more emotion from you, and people will think you're losing your fucking touch, Old Man. Damn…you really do fucking care. I’ll process how to feel about that shit later, but first, let’s see what the hell you got me.” 

“Score! I needed a new one of these. You're not fucking wrong about that. The garage is my spot for whenever I need to unwind. Either to work on my bike or make meth. I have to get money somehow! Chuohku barely gives us anything! So what if I sell high-grade meth to fuckers on the streets? Then don’t fucking ask Old Man.” 

“Fuck Touya! How many times have I told you not to fucking jump on me? It's not that important Touya. Just fucking another day for me. *groans* Okay fine we’ll celebrate goddamnit, you pink thing. Ugh, you’re lucky you’re one of the few people I tolerate this shit for.”

“.....Touya what the fuck is this? …You better start fucking running. Now. TOUYA YOU PIECE OF SHIT! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU FOR GIVING ME THAT OFF ALL THINGS!”

“There you are, Akari. Ready to hang out like old times? You didn’t have to get me anything I’m fine with getting no gifts. God knows what I fucking did to deserve you as a baby sister Akari. *smiles sadly* I will never fully believe I did enough for you as a kid but the fact you think I did makes me glad.”

“You spent all week on this Akari? It looks sick as fuck! Of course, I fucking do! It’s from my precious baby sister who worked a long ass time on it. You could give me a rock off the side of the road Akari and I’ll treasure it until the day I fucking die. Now come on we got a full day ahead of us.”

Akihisa Lines:

“Happy Birthday Rintaro. *rolls eyes* What else would I be doing? *scoffs* Me? Lose my touch? As if. No, but as much it pains me to say this, Rintaro, you are one of the only people in the world who means something to me. Now consider yourself lucky enough that I got you a gift.” 

“You seem to be the most calm and relaxed in the garage, Rintaro. So I assumed you'd appreciate a new tool set. …Really? Making meth in the garage? Why on Earth? …I'm going to pretend you didn’t say that last bit, Rintaro. I’m getting a headache thinking of all the potential ramifications.”  

Touya Lines:

“Happy Birthday, Rin-chan! Hehehe! Sorry, but I’m just so excited! It’s your birthday! Come on, Rin-chan! We have to celebrate! It only comes once a year! Plus, I got you a gift too! Yeah! Hope you like it~!” 

“It’s a vibrator you silly goose! I'm always in a good mood when I use one, so I- Rin-chan? Why do you look angry? Don’t you like the present I got you? Eh? RIN-CHAN I’M SORRY! HISA-CHAN HELP ME!”

Bonus! Akari Lines:

“Happy Birthday, Rin-nii. I am, but first, I got you a gift. No. You’re my older brother and I’ll be damned if I don’t get you a gift for your birthday. So I spent the last week working on it making sure it’s perfect. You deserve that from me at least after everything you did for me as a kid. So here. I hope you like it.”   

“I know it’s not some of my best work. Really? You like it? I didn’t think you would. You’re not really the necklace wearing type Rin-nii. *giggles* I like to think I could do better than a rock from the side of the road. Hahaha! Okay! Let’s go then!” 

[shmowder]

🤯🖤🤯🖤 Ok, that settles it - I think I really will try to replay P2. Now it's all on my mind. Hello Darkness by Theodor Bastard my old friend 🫶 I feel kind of bad that I can't give much in the way of an intellectual reply, but please never worry about retelling anything I may already know (or getting too niche)! It's been two years since I played, and I'm realizing that I haven't retained many of the details, but rest assured I do enjoy reading your thoughts, and the passion you have for the game is contagious (I didn't realize I was making a plague related pun until it had already been typed...)!!

I totally get the "antagonist is your own ego" thing with Stardew. It can be frustrating trying to pace yourself when there's just so much to do, and knowing that it's impossible to do it all in one day. As far as villagers go - why am I suddenly picturing Bad Grief as, like, Redd from Animal Crossing, selling fake paintings? It must be the hair 😂 Yulia can help me plan out my farm because even when I was thriving in year 3, visually it was a bit of a mess, and I'm sure not laid out optimally.

Oooh how cool is that picture of the Executors bowing down before Aglaya... (as an aside, I took the quiz you linked to and Executor was my result lmao). And <333 I can't believe we have the same favorite characters. I'd be happy to read anything you write about them.

Something clicked when you used the word "gentle" when describing how Yulia is with Artemy. You're so right. I think part of the reason I'm drawn to her and Victor is they both seem to have a gentleness to them, or if not that then a stillness, quietness, introspection. And sadness. Even Aglaya for all her strict imposing presence has a sadness to her.

I did a little more poking around the P1 part of the Wiki - Sticky's animal being a kitten is the cutest thing in the WORLD 🥹

And thank you! Now I'm intrigued by this, shall we say, unorthodox emoji choice - but I understand if you don't want to say it 😆

I'm sorry you haven't been feeling well :( I hope things get better for you, and that you can find some relief through this blog ^^ I've been alright; I saw that you have a birthday coming up and mine was about a week ago! Gemini twins~

🐿️ anon

IT WAS YOUR BIRTHDAY LAST WEEK!! WE ARE TWINS HORRAY <33333 HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY I MADE THIS FOR YOU

Don't mind the cupcake. They both assumed the other person's gonna bring the cake and had to improvise really quickly

Mine is still a few days away, hehe 6/9 hehehe. It's gonna be fun. It's why I originally started the "what the pathologic characters bring for your birthday" drabble series but my god it was the hardest writing exercise ever??? I was a shriveled up husk of a human afterwards and had to throw in the towel. I don't think I'll ever do the termites or humbles rip.

You did mention people that you liked my Hysteria fics and that made me very happy <3 It encouraged me to continue and write the last and third part, even compiled the drabbles and posted them on AO3 so they don't end up swallowed up and lost by tumblr's gutters.

I don't think of my replies or characters analysis as intellectual tbh, I'm just throwing up words and saying what's on mind. So I never expect anything high-brow or even well formmated in return. You're doing wonderful and your replies have been a real delight to recieve and read, I promise.

And yes, the gentleness! The three of them are aimlessly drifting in an ocean of melancholy. You get it! They seem cold and detached, but deep down, they're incredibly sensitive. They're calculated yet so full of emotions. They understand people, and they dig past the surface in other's until they fully comprehend their structure, evualting their core and understanding what gives them meaning. They're thoughtful in their own way that most people miss.

Take Victor, for example. He tends to be polite even while giving orders, using please and thank you even in the most miniscule of requests. The way he doesn't take fault to any of Artemy's mean comments or insults about him and the Kains, he doesn't take your hostility to heart and keeps talking and cooperating with you.

He's patient with Artemy, much like Yulia is gentle with you. He explains the structures and their purpose, he explains to you how time flows and works, he shares his plans for the future at the end of the game, condensing the complex visions into simple terms for you to understand, without being condcending and without being asked to.

Like when your teacher explains to a child why can birds fly, how planes work and why flight is such an achievement for humanity. He has the patience of a loving parent that wants to share his admiration for the innovations in the world with you. But he keeps himself grounded through all of it, doesn't let excitement nor passion steer him away from giving you his full attention when you interrupt with a question.

Even after that, he still extends an invitation for you to join him, to join them, the future awaiting just across the river, a world born anew. Saying, "Of course, you'll always be welcome there"—you—the one who destroyed the hopes and dreams of everything his family has ever amounted for. He still welcomes you with open arms, inviting the ripper along to the heavens.

-

Meanwhile, the player can almost make Aglaya tear in the literal first ingame meeting. Nothing major, just the hint of a few tears when you pick the sincere from the heart dialogue options the Haruspex is known for. It moves her, genuinely moves her.

And by that point, she still is apathetic towards Artemy and is burtal and efficient with her words. This isn't the soft loving Aglaya you get at the end of the game, this is the steel inquisitor Lilich you're being questioned by.

Yet she is almost moved to tears.

You know those types of people that bury themselves under 13 layers of irony to be able to even function? The people who can't self-actualize or speak sincerely in fear of being perceived as cringe? the people who refuse to take anything to heart no matter how raw or moving? Because it's safer to not let the world affect you, it's safer to shut out both the good and the bad. It's familiar.

Aglaya is on the far extreme opposite end of that. She looks for the meaning of life in everything, be it under a rock or over a bridge. She dissects everyone's words, she tests how much their weight would truly hold up against feathers in the brutal scales of her mind.

She isn't afraid to feel emotions. She isn't afraid to face herself and her vulnerability as a human being. To be raw and open, completely unphased by the spears piercing into her soft bare flesh because she knows pain is part of being human. That pain is the price of growing up. Part of the process of being a full-fledged being with a soul.

She is not controlled by her ego nor pride. She knows that she knows nothing which is the greatest strength she holds over all of the factions in pathologic, which is the sole reason she is able to outsmart and manipulation the bachelor himself in his own game of chess.

She understands pain, she understands happiness and she understands what it's like to not have a purpose. To struggle to survive when your life is at the mercy of the whims of children.

Aglaya is probably the most emotional character in all of Pathologic for how many feelings she contains and doesn't shy away from. The rollercoaster these 5 days have been to her since she arrived in town. Dealing with anger and revenge with Daniil, discovering trust, love, and a new meaning for life with Artemy, learning about powers beyond anyone's control with Clara.

It is ironic how she appears as the most cold and apathetic to onlookers based on their personal opinions of her.

Yet not even a single crack forms in her sanity. She accepts the theory of the town being alive almost immediately.

She thinks. Truly uses both her brain & heart, and doesn't make her decisions based on personal biases and gut feelings.

Cogito ergo eum

Therefore, she is.

-

On a last note, Sticky's animal being a kitten genuinely made my week so much better. I kept thinking about that fact whenever I was in a bad mood and how fitting it is since he clings after Artemy left and right, following him and fearing abandonment just because his dad took too long in the shower once ouch my heart. It's so fitting!!!

A cub and a kitten!!! what more could you ask for??

That detail definitely slipped me by, thank you so much for bringing it up to me. My life just got ten times better with that imagery in my head.

I hope you have a wonderful day! I had fun writing this <3 thanks for existing.

[worlds-4th-best-dad]

Very important information:

Azami got assigned tsundere by Murmur 🤗

Also, so far I've played through 3 of Takao's stories! And the 3rd one. Hehehehe ohhhh

Takao is not a thinker. Okie. He murdered student. Got caught by mystery man! Gun to head! Yippee!

Takao realises it's a diary keeper and it's the mayor, wahoo

The thing I find interesting is that Takao continues to use 「貴様」 even when being actively threatened. Like bro. Your life is on the line. And also he's the mayor so naturally he may have a little bit of a heheh god/superiority complex, right? You're. You're still referring to him in a rude way?? Like I know John Balls isn't as irrational as Takao would be and is prob not gonna kill a potential pawn just bc he disrespect but also. Like!! Bro!!! Life!! Threatened!! You still referring to him as a bastard!?!??

Also Takao got big surprise that John Balls is the reason Takao got assigned Yukiteru's class. Wawah. So shock!!

Takao is not a thinker. :)

Okay, so, Murmur is just being chaotic as usual and unleashed it unto Azami. (I hope she proposed Azami to style her hair into twintails for added tsundere factor)

Also, Takao failing to read the room and just went with foul mouthing your aggressor- Like, come on! You got a teaching degree in English! Use the critical thinking skills you should've learned from it! Also, isn't his jacket bulletproof? Like, unless Bacchus can get a clear shot on him that isn't covered by his jacket or disable his legs, I think Takao can have a chance to hurt him. Kill will be unlikely, but a good attempt at grievous injuries is likely. Then again, Takao should've been more negotiable and Bacchus is always overconfident on his diary to the point where he doesn't even bring any security on him...

Anyway, I too am surprised to find out that Bacchus arranged it so that Takao is assigned to Yuki’s class. I didn't know that mayors had that much power to personally arrange teacher assignments.

Also, can you tell that I don't like how Takao is characterized here because I don't~ 🥰

He's still a piss baby, BUT HE WOULD NOT ACT LIKE THAT!

[mino-diabolik]

[Admin!Danny: . . . 🗿]

“. . . What…?”

[Admin!Danny: Now… don’t kill me—]

“——!? The hell we would! Ain’t no way my saintly name and that bastard’s have such high compatibility in this shitty ass game!”

“Now, that’s just rude.”

“Ah! What the fuck are you doing here!!”

[Admin!Danny: Aight, settle down. Look at this instead—]

“Oh… it’s higher too. Heheh, the description’s a bit…”

“How cheesy.”

“Kino!?”

“May I join?”

“Take a step closer and you’ll lose both heads.”

“Bo—both heads…? . . . Oh.”

[arent-i-the-fairest]

hi ya!! different anon here! I loved the kidnapping fic you wrote!! Ah I love crack/fluff fics,, fufufu~ May I ask for a continuation but with Lilia, Jamil, Riddle and Floyd? If not thats fine too!! I love your writing and your overall vibes!!! You seem like such a nice warm person!

-🦇

combining this with another ask~! ♪ (・ω・　 )

𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝟐)

⚠️ notes : kidnapping

author’s note : such kind words, bat anon!! ♡ i really appreciate them. thank you, dear!

to my lovely anon in the 2nd ask, no need to apologize! i don’t mind getting continuation requests at all~ i enjoy writing these, so it’s really no problem for me! ♡

+ between leona and jack, i chose to write for leona! ♪

prologue in part one!

riddle rosehearts

“what?! i’ll have each and every one of their heads!”

watch out, rsa. riddle is coming in to lay down the law. but literally. he’s gonna give them a lecture about how what they did was more than a teensy bit illegal before, of course, using his unique magic to collar them.

‘when is he gonna lift the collar’, they ask each other? well. he hasn’t thought that far ahead. whenever he feels the time is right, he supposes. which will no doubt be a very long time from now. he won’t take complaints from them or listen to a word they say. a lesson must be taught here!!

leona kingscholar

“those bastards just had to come in and ruin the peace, huh?”

this is a massive pain in the ass. but he’s glad there’s such a simple, foolproof plan to resolve things.

he threatens that if they don’t hand you back over, he’s gonna use his unique magic to turn rsa into a giant sand castle. your little captors don’t believe that he can do such a thing. that sounds insane! until he turns an entire bookshelf nearby into sand. their tunes changed after that. he can’t help but smirk at the great reactions.

you’re easily taken out of there after that. the boys weren’t going to test leona’s willingness to turn their school into a sandbox. he no doubt would’ve for your sake. plus, he’d just find it funny (like the menace he can be).

jamil viper

“grim, alert the students down the hall that i’ll be gone for a while. and make them watch over kalim!”

honestly, he’s probably the best guy to have rescue you. he’s on the move right away and (relatively) calm since he knows what to do in a situation like this. he’s well trained and always has to be alert for kidnappings, as well as other dangerous scenarios, due to kalim being a target for them and all.

he’s gotta say, he never imagined he’d be having to save you. color him surprised. and deeply concerned. and now growing protective. perhaps he should start keeping an eye on you more? guarding you more? it’ll be extra work for him, but it’s for you, so he’d never be opposed to it.

jade leech

“chaos never seems to rest around here, does it? heheh. how troublesome. i will take care of this.”

the most (outwardly) civil person on this list🏅

… though while he was civil, the rsa boys still got a bad vibe off of him. terribly bad. like, they just knew something was off about him. it could’ve been the off-putting smile, or that look in his eyes, or perhaps the menacing aura in general.

it was pretty easy to get you freed! that being because all the boys’ survival instincts kicked in, and those instincts were telling them that they’d be able to walk away in one piece if they didn’t struggle with jade.

floyd leech

“woah~ that’s some nerve they’ve got. hahah! i’m gonna squeeze the life outta those little pricks~!”

we all know how floyd is when he’s in a bad mood, don’t we? all that can be done is to say good luck and give a thumbs up to anyone who’ll get the misfortune of running into floyd, because he is not sparing anyone from his wrath. except for you! he’ll save you, shrimpy!!

upon seeing you, his unhinged expression transforms into a joyful, adoring one quickly enough to give you whiplash. he immediately hugs you and babbles about how happy he is to see you.

peek over his shoulder, and you’ll see all the people doubled over in pain because of a squeezing from him. all in a big pile. (artfully stacked!) so fascinating how he can turn into a different person on a dime, isn’t it?

lilia vanrouge

“well, that’s certainly not good of them… but that’s also certainly one way to make this night interesting, isn’t it?”

it’s actually impressive how quickly and casually he rescues you. he gets you out in a snap! after a bit of fretting over your condition, he tries convincing you to go around and pull some completely harmless lighthearted fun pranks on the boys with him.

doing a tiny bit of laughing at their expense is pretty well justified, considering the fact that they literally kidnapped you. so lilia goes on ahead and starts having his fun.

as it all goes on, you’ll come to realize something. these pranks seem a bit more mean spirited than he led you to believe they’d be…

[onlyseokmins]

[14:46] • l.s.m.

Pairing: lee seokmin x afab!reader

Genres: smut (minors dni!), established relationship kind of ig hehehe

Warnings: possessiveness, jealousy, mean!seok but he's whipped kind of, slapping, WAP LMFAO, choking again but fr, a tiny bit of degradation, bulge kink, mentions of oral (male receiving), slight overstimulation, mentions of voyeurism but not really, he doesn't cum inside but reader wants him to fjskdjf, cum eating lort, kinda soft at the end... as usual just hmu if I missed smth

WC: tumblr mobile bby it's kinda short again?? Maybe?

A/N: another unplanned thing but a continuation of this because mean seok lives rent-free in all our brains esp mine on god 😭 i think he'd be mean solely if his buttons were pressed enough anyways i love procrastinating on the wips I'm creating. God don't come for me AT ALL YO I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING 😭 ACTUALLY THIS ISN'T EVEN MY FAULT IT'S YOURS!!!

Seokmin's even crueler once he bottoms out.

Soft little kisses dotting your neck turn to harsh sucks and bites with the intent to have you lean the back of your head on his shoulder. Which you do, surrendering your entire body to his brutal assault.

His fingers pinch and pull at your nipples before he slaps your tits lightly to watch them bounce from the impact paired with a sharp thrust as his hips snap away and then back up into your warm cunt. Where it belongs.

He doesn't like being mean. Really.

But fury surges in his veins once more when he recalls the way the bartender tried to flirt with you. Leering like a creep at your curves. The frisky clubgoers letting their hands linger a little too long on your ass for his liking. Squishing unnaturally against the front of your body, casual talking as if it's not an excuse to get a sneaky look down your cleavage.

You're gorgeous, he knows that. Well aware of your allure. He fell for it. Hard.

But it's not like you're alone. His arm had been wrapped around your waist all night, shooting challenging glares in every direction because you are his.

Seokmin growls lowly in your ear and your pussy can't help but flutter helplessly around him.

He smirks. It's his dick your soaking cunt is speared on, his hands running up and down your body, his tongue tangling with yours when you tilt your head and kiss along his jawline until he leans down to meet your lips.

Your wetness that he usually likes to drown in, but instead merely played with earlier, leaks down both of your thighs. Every shallow thrust causes more to drip from your hole with a filthy squelch.

Absolutely messy.

He loves it.

"Feel good, baby? No one can fuck you like I do, right?"

"Mhm, yeah... so good. So full. Love it."

"Tell me what you like about me." Your eyelashes flutter as you struggle to focus and comprehend his question. "What made you choose me out of any bastard that would die to have you in his arms? Hm? What made this tight pussy want to swallow up my dick?"

Seokmin's been insecure ever since the first time you met him despite the fact later that night you were sucking him off in the bathroom of the club. Who knows. You'll never fully get it. But he always fucks the brains out of you whenever he's worried you may slip away from his grasp.

You know you'll be sore and have bruises for days. Delicious.

"L-love your smile."

"Yeah?"

"You're so... so kind."

"That so?" A hand returns to wrap around your neck although he doesn't squeeze like earlier. "I'm nice to you baby?"

"Ah, so nice... so sweet," you assure although a lazy smirk is on your lips as your eyes roll to the back of your head in delirium. "So lovely."

He chuckles darkly. "I adore how highly you flatter me but I'm not sure you'll think I'm so kind after this. So tell me, sweetheart. Why do you really like me."

"I — "

Seokmin cuts you off with a real squeeze to your throat, temporarily blocking your airflow. If you weren't feeling lightheaded before, you definitely are now. Floating in that happy little bubble you always find yourself in whenever he lets out his envious side.

When Seokmin snaps, the world pauses to watch him wreck you in awe.

Of course, no one's actually watching. To your knowledge. Although, he's fucking you stupid so who really can tell. But also, why would Seokmin ever divulge such a beautiful sight for anyone else's gaze?

You. Are. His. Alone.

"Or should I say what do you like about me?"

He releases his grip and trails his hand almost lovingly past your breasts and pauses just above your lower abdomen. Peeking over your shoulder, he groans at how he can see himself move within you as he grinds his hips, pelvis rubbing intimately across your ass.

"Huh, baby?" He rasps in your ears and you both moan in tandem when his hand brushes over the bump the tip of his dick causes and you clench impossibly tight. "Gonna answer me, beautiful?"

"L-love your dick in-inside me!"

"Uh-huh."

"No one... No one can fuck you like me, Seokminie. No one h-has a dick so perfect l-like yours is."

"That's right." Your neck is attacked with kisses, nibbles, licks, and bites. "Don't you forget it."

"I would n-never."

"I won't let you. Won't let this pretty pussy forget. Carve my name into this sweet cunt of yours for years to come."

"Mhm, Seokmin..."

"You'd love that wouldn't you."

"Yes!"

"Then cream on my cock, baby. Hm? Make me yours as well?"

His pace is brutal, speeding up as he eggs you on. You whine, reaching your arm around his neck to tug on his the tiny hairs on his nape as you feel the coil burning in your gut snap.

When Seokmin feels you let go, he bends you over doggy style. Hips slamming unforgivingly although his quiet whispers of assurance soothe you through the sensitivity that makes you clamp even harder around him. He can barely squeeze in but he makes it work, opting to slide his aching cock between your plush thighs.

You sob out though when you feel his release spurt out along your thighs. He usually makes sure to cum inside since you're on the pill and you're both safe. Slyly moving your hips, you try to slip his dick back inside to catch the last drops but Seokmin catches on with a click of his tongue.

"You're too sensitive for me, sweetheart." He flops down on his side, pulling you with him. Turning in his arms, you face him with a pout and he wrinkles his brow. "What?"

"I thought you wanted to stake your claim on me?"

His hand shoots down to wipe some of the cum off with a frown. "But I did?"

"You always do it inside."

"Well now everyone can see it clearly."

"Seokmin!"

A hesitant kiss is placed on your nose. "Kidding. Just rest a bit now."

You roll your eyes, grabbing his hand. Keeping eye contact, you lick his fingers clean. His eyebrows are still furrowed, eyes darkening at each kitten swipe of your tongue and light sucking you do as if he's still on edge. But the way the corners of his mouth tilt up fails to hide the lovely smile you're fond of.

Running a hand through his bangs and then cupping his cheek, you smile as well when he leans into your touch.

"I love you, you know? You don't have to worry about anything, I'm yours and you're mine, right?"

Seokmin's eyes flash back open and he suddenly doesn't meet your gaze, shy as if he didn't fuck you crazy enough to see stars. But despite all of that, intimate post-sex moments like these make your heart beat the fastest.

"I know... I love you too."

You press a kiss against his lips, smiling. "But I won't be opposed to you going crazy like this again, maybe I'll still let guys flirt with me if this is how you'll act."

His arms tighten firmly around you as he whines your name in protest. "Don't you dare."

"I won't my sweet boy," you giggle. "I wasn't lying at all, though. Everything is true. You're the only one for me."

His voice is small when he thanks you, burying his head in your neck to hide his embarrassment. It's all so endearing, every side to him. No matter what, you wouldn't change or leave Seokmin ever.

[poisonouswritings]

Hello hello !

May i request some headcanons with the M4 (Felix, Anisa, Sage and Rime) receiving kisses from MC but it was a trap all along!

MC just wanted to cover their faces (and neck maybe 👀) with lipstick marks, and obviously, they don't realize t'ill someone point it out hehehe

Hehehe you got it

GN!Reader, jealousy because I haven’t done any jealous prompts yet and I find it fun, lipstick, smooch smooch smooch

Felix Escellun

You and Felix have been in a prank war for the last week. It's a relatively no-holds-barred situation (provided you're not getting each other hurt or anything), and the ultimate goal is to embarrass each other a bit.

On a day when you were wearing dark clothes, Felix decided to come up and tease you a bit, touching you all over and generally getting you going a bit.

And then ten minutes later at dinner Florian kindly pointed out that he clearly put a bunch of flour on his hands because now you're covered in handprints.

Bastard.

So you decide to do a bit of tit for tat. It's only fair right?

You ask Florian if he happens to have any suggestions for a lipstick that doesn't come off easy. Florian thinks about it for a second, smiles, and brings you out to the garden.

Do we know if Florian likes painting? I'm gonna say yes. I'm also gonna say he makes his own paints out of berry juice and other plants, because he wants to do his own shades and also it's more environmentally friendly

You get some deep purple juice and one of Scylla's spare brushes to paint your lips. It looks like normal lipstick.

You catch Felix about five minutes before dinner. Hook your fingers in the loops of his pants and pull him over and cover him in kisses. He's embarrassed squeaking a little but he sure as hell doesn't complain.

Once you're done you head into dining room trying to contain an evil smirk. Felix comes in a second later with his hair a little ruffled and his shirt a bit uneven and face and neck (and a bit of his collar) completely covered in deep purple lip marks.

Escell (who has not been told about the prank war) chokes a bit on his wine. Florian and Scylla (who have been told about it) try to hide their laughter.

Well, Florian tries. Scylla laughs openly.

(y'all would not believe how hard I had to resist making this a felix/MC/Rime polycule thing)

Anisa Anka

Okay so 

Roll with me here

Ayanna still doesn’t like you. But since she can’t get Anisa to outright dump you, she’s decided to force Annie into dates under the guise of ‘meet-ups with family friends’

Neither of you are happy about it but it’s about the only way you can get Ayanna off Anisa’s back for a bit. So usually once a week you’re forced to let your girlfriend go on what are basically dates. And yeah, you’re not really concerned about her falling for someone else. Your relationship is solid. But it’s still not the best feeling in the world. 

You complain to Saaros about it. They roll their eyes and say you that in Rivath, when you have something you make it clear to any on-lookers that it's yours. Ayanna should understand that. So quit backing down already, you big cowardly baby.

... well alright. Now you have to figure out the best way to that.

Later that afternoon you go to visit Felix and Sa- Felix are those hickeys??

'N-no, of course not! That big buffoon over there's *gestures vaguely at Sage* 'thought it would be hilarious to put leeches in my bed.' 'In my defense your scream was really funny >:3'

Alright these two are idiots BUT it gives you a good idea

The next morning is Anisa's meet-up, and since Ayanna is going along there's really no way of getting out of it. So today you go along to drop her off. You stop behind a big ol' potted plant for some cover and then

While wearing some bright blue lipstick

You smooch! Everywhere! And once she's sufficiently marked up and flustered and hair poofed, you give her butt a playful little tap-tap and nudge her along with an innocent smile and a wish of good luck

You also did not warn her you were doing it

Yeah that didn't go over well with Ayanna but she has stopped setting Annie up on dates so success!

Sage Lesath

Tulsi grabs your arm one day and says you need to come to the tavern with her and Sage.

Not exactly the usual way you get invited out but sure! 

Tulsi explains that the last couple of times they’ve been there, this person has been flirting with Sage and doesn’t seem to believe that he’s got a steady partner now. So the quickest way to nip it in the bud is for you to get involved. 

Seems like harassing assholes exist in this world too. So with an idea in mind you head over, wearing a nice layer of fiery red lipstick. By the time you get inside, Tulsi and Sage are already at a table, and there’s someone talking to Sage and getting just a little closer than you’d like. More to the point, Sage doesn’t seem to like it much either. 

So you walk over. Insert yourself in the middle of the conversation. Plop onto Sage’s lap and loop your arms around his neck. He’s surprised of course but gods knows he welcomes it. He loves when you’re dominant y’know.

I have a massive agenda for switch!Sage damnit

Anyways you cuddle up to him and give him a smooch. Then one on his cheek. Then on the other. Then his forehead. Then his neck, and you pair it with a little nip of your teeth. 

Sage is partially giggling because you’re being cute and a little ticklish, and partially purring because,, well,,, y’know.

By the time you pull away his face is covered in fiery red lipstick stains and his neck is littered with small bites. His cheeks are bright and glowing and he’s giggling like a dumb fool as he leans his forehead against the back of your shoulder because He Loves You So Much that it just makes him happy 

and normally Tulsi would be gagging a little at the display but this time she just finds it hilarious and cute 

And you successfully scared the annoying person off, congrats

And Sage doesn’t realize you’ve marked him up until he goes to the bathroom, and honestly?? he doesn’t even wipe it off because he likes everyone knowing he’s yours. 

Rime Varela

Redemption!Rime my deer

Okay okay okay so

Redemption. Rime is back in the Starsworn. He's struggling a little to adjust to it, being loved and trusted again. I think in the beginning especially he suffers a lot from imposter's syndrome.

He doesn't confide that in you. Doesn't want to worry you, doesn't want to acknowledge it, he hid things before when he was the captain and the only way he could be accepted is if he hides them now right?

You end up confiding in the others about how you're worried. Felix remembers how bad it was before, but neither of you can tell how that compares to how Rime is now.

Surprisingly it's Sage that makes a suggestion. He sneaks up from behind (tries to, his boots squeak a lot) and sets his hands on your shoulders and says, hey, you're overthinking it. You want to get the deer to quit overthinking things? You have to show him that he's allowed to not be the 'Choir Captain' when he's not on the job. Hell, if he'd cut that shit out all together he'd be a lot more tolerable-

Anisa points out that that's actually not a bad idea. Can't believe Sage of all people came up with it. Sage just shrugs and says he tried to knock it into Rime's head way back when but maybe it'll stick this time.

Anyways, you decide that a little pinch of embarrassment and good-natured ribbing might be a good approach. So you don some hot pink lipstick, track Rime down (he was reorganizing the cupboards because holy shit everyone else in this damn castle is a disaster), hop into the counter, hold his face between your palms, and give him a dozen over-the-top wet smooches. He tries to be flirty about it but he's a little shy too. It's such an over the top wholesome act of affection, y'know?

And then the other Starsworn come down and see him.

And then the other Statsworn's collective single brain cell lights up as they all have one (1) coherent thought

And then the other Starsworn just don't fuckin tell him

You're all eating dinner and the m3 are kicking each other under the table to not laugh. Sage suggests you all go out for coffee and pastries.

You hold Rime's hand and hug his arm the whole walk. None of you fuckin tell him. You're all horrible.

He doesn't find out until the baker points it out and lends Rime a mirror. Cue Rime hiding his face in his arms in mortification as the rest of you fucking lose it laughing. Rime says he hates you all, but he never stops holding your hand.

[theultimatekamehamehavoc]

Soooooo, hiya. I guess I'm up now for an undetermined amount of time. Woke up cus of a nose bleed cus I had too much sodium yesterday ('twas a light bleed thanfully). Might go back to bed in like an hour or so cus I went to bed at 12-1 so I have like 5-6 hours of sleep and it's kinda comfy in my bed. But also I feel it's best to be awake for a bit to ensure my nose bleed doesn't start again. So far, it's been a bit so I think I'm fine but I have tissues next to me just in case. At least I know now not to eat the spicy cheezit thingies cus it had like 400mg of salt which I don't even know is a lot cus it's mg and not just g but also big number and nose blood so no more of those! Not that I can cus there's no more of them but also like, not to self now! Additionally though, I feel this is a bit of a good turn of luck (sounding like Makoto now with this shit hehehe) cus I kinda miss waking up at this time and having a weird spark for writing and creativity with a mix of it being quiet cus no one's awake, including the noisy puppy in my house, so I feel I should REALLY stop staying up so late and sleep earlier so this is actually feasible. Cus like, sure, it'd be nice to go back to bed but also I feel oddly focused and that's cool. Heh, maybe I should actually let myself be the morning person that I am for a change, huh! But yeah. Might do a bit of doodles, feel my right fingers and wrist are much better. Part of me feels I overreacted when it came to my hand/wrist pain cus my fingers are like super thin and whispy little bastards which... okay they're not THAT thin! I can feel the bones pretty well though and I have petite and little hands, at least that's what I've been told. Pianist hands I think they were called at one point too which is ironic cus I did play a bit on the keyboard in elememntary school but I retained none of that cus the learning style just did not mesh well with my forgetful ass. Also I own a keyboard but I don't really use it anymore. Kinda just pressed whatever on it as a kid anyway. My hands are thin though and I already have the middle finger of a Latina Grinch the way it's lowkey bent which I may or may not show via a reblog. It's nothing crazy or anything like it being double jointed I don't think. It kinda just is curved like that and I can't like, set it how my other midddle finger is which is ALSO lowkey curved up too but not to the same degree as my right middle finger. The dominite middle finger. THE TRUE RULER OF THE MIDDLE FINGERS. I dunno why I did that in all caps. Guess I'm silly now. Anyway though, I do feel I'll try and draw a BIT less still before I'm confident that my right hand's okay. Probably needed this break too, even if it's just a reminder that I need to get new headphones cus I've just been on Youtube and each day, they die even more. That's about it though ^v^