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I have THREE bsd predictions and i feel as though they will all come true. if they do i am the bsd messiah.
Stormbringer will be animated into a movie between season 5-6 (dead apple style) so the manga can get ahead (I AM NOT READY)
Fyodor is 100% alive. We don’t know his ability yet and the Jesus line before he died was a telltale sign.
Bones will fuck up Stormbringer panels. Specifically the panel of Dazai smiling on the stairs as Chuuya goes to fight the equivalent of Godzilla. that one in particular. they absolutely will fuck it up.
See you bitches in 1-2 years when everything I say is correct 🏂🏂
#i don’t ask to be correct I just am#also hot take but i kinda wish fyodor did die this season#like figure out his ability and everything so we know for sure he’s dead#but whatever#at least stormbringer soukoku will be animated soon#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bungo stray dogs#bsd stormbringer#bungou stray dogs stormbringer#bsd fyodor#fyodor dostoevsky#dazai osamu#bsd dazai#chuuya nakahara#bsd chuuya#soukoku#skk#follow for more deranged screaming abt this show (esp soukoku BOY do I have thoughts)
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does everyone feel alone or is it just me
#the truest repairman posts#Hashtag irony#Idk recently I keep getting the feeling that I’ve already reached the max amount of happiness#And now it’s all downhill#and I know that’s statistically probably not correct considering my age + the fact that happiness isn’t a diminishing returns#I wish I was more open with people so I could ask if they just don’t like me anymore or if it’s all in my head#Am I even funny anymore?? When I was growing up I was never funny and then for a small part of my life I was and now it’s gone again#Sorry this is definitely tmi to put of main I just have a lot of feelings all of the time 😑
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i thought i wasn’t pretentious abt shakespeare but it turns out i am do not act like you know more abt it than me unless you actually do </3
#i’m so happy to talk abt it like my career is based around educating me on shakespeare#and i am open to being corrected#however. don’t ask questions just bc you think it makes you sound smart around me#ted talks
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sometimes i thank fuck a few years ago that did not happen and my mother did not follow her thoughts
#okay but what the fuck#i don’t think telling your child THAT is appropriate#it’s pretty scary icl#it’s better now thank fuck but what the fuck#i read the thing i wrote down a while ago and what the fuck mother#please dont tell my brother the truth i beg#and why the fuck was i being her vent trash can#fucking hell#and she asks why i see the people when it’s her divorce#BITCH IM YOUR CHILD YOUR DIVORCE DIRECTLY AFFECTS ME#and oh god i am not a fucking mailbox just him yourself for fucks sake#and when you don’t even know who to believe because they all think they’re right and correct#please fucking communicate#thank fuck they split up finally they should’ve done that so much earlier#and please fucking care about my brother because god this little guy has so much he is suffering inside#like when the stats are 4/4 i don’t think that’s a good sign#cory’s rants#please deal with it better instead of avoiding the help we’re trying to give you mother#please i beg#she is getting better tho which is nice#but please no next time solve your problems before having kids
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KAIROOOOO 🥺🥺🥺 i think you’ll see this in the morning so. good morning!!! here is your ari delivered breakfast ☕️🍵🧇🥞🍳….. i woke up to your tags on my old sugu drabbles and i’m here to cover you in kisses YOU’RE THE SWEETEST EVER EVER EVER :(((((( i’m soooooo overjoyed that you liked them…. ms. geto herself……… your approval means everything 2 me 🫂🫂🫂
no but your tags made me crazy w joy i was bursting at the seams i fear 💔💔 i’m willing to become a spring baby if it’s for you!!!! spring/autumn solidarity is real 2 me so i’m halfway there i think….. and YES you get it purple was invented for suguru geto alone!!! he’s. such an acts of service bf…. 😔😔 so endelessly patient and endeared….. i think you could actually just kill someone and he’d be like ”damn that’s not good… but it’s so you.” he’s insane <333 AND THE BABYBOY SUGU DRABBLE it’s my pride and joy…… i think he deserves to be hugged and coddled endlessly T_T FLUSTERED SUGU IS A FAVE OF MINE TOOOO it’s such a vulnerable position for him to be in so i think his brain kinda explodes… just lets himself be pampered…. as he should :3
ily kairo tysm for taking the time to read my silly drabbles 🥺🥺 and for your kind words!! they rlly do mean so much 2 me T_T suguru told me to give you a kiss from him so a big fat MWAH to you <333 and here is a silly meme too <333333

you calling me ms. geto is so dangerous bc i’m more delusional than usual this morning 😹😹😹 FIRST OF ALL THANK YOU FOR THE BREAKFAST am sending you desserts back rn :3 🍰🍪🍭🍦🍡 (do NOT let gojo at these……… you BLINK and they’re GONE 😪) AND OMG SPRING/AUTUMN SOLIDARITY IS GOING SO STRONG are you an autumn baby bc that’s so cute :>
I LOOOOOVED YOUR SUGU DRABBLES!!!!! you write suguru in such a tender, fond, & soft way i think that’s why i’m so enamored by him <333 your suguru is canon to me idc! like i truly genuinely believe those are actual facets of his personality <3 YESSSSSSSS ACTS OF SERVICE BF i fully believe that’s one of his biggest love languages he loves taking care of you :> & PURPLE REALLY IS SOOOOO HIS COLOR v royal v elegant v mysterious <333 also biggest compliment i can give you rn is that your writing it soooooo stunning & emotion-invoking and the imagery is SO pretty that they remind me of hozier lyrics like omfg ari 🤝 hozier
AND FLUSTERED!SUGU MY ANGEL MY LOVE MY REASON TO BEEEEEEEE AHHHHHHH I LOVED HOW TENDER THAT DRABBLE WAS I LOVE SEEING SUGURU SHY & MEEK!!!!!! it’s so underrated i think he enjoys flustering others so much that when it’s done to him it’s like Suguru Exe. Has Stopped Working……… need to make him blush then have him fall on top of me… it would heal me <3
ALSO THANK YOU FOR MAKING SUCH CUTE DRABBLES HEHEHEHE here’s a sugu meme back :3 i am readily accepting his smooch <3 MWAHHHHHH!!!!!

#asks#ari tag <3#you could kill someone and suguru would be like :3 murder isn’t even that bad fr…#king of instigation & a follower of intersectional feminism ☝🏼good for him#anyways. that sugu meme is me to him bc i think when he tries to be funny no one laughs but i would laugh bc i am indeed tryna hit#i think he’s unintentionally hilarious just like gojo like people laugh when they don’t mean to be funny and they’re like damn i hate y’all#i’m tangent-ing just know. I’m Correct
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🚬….
#am going to exhibit mental illness in the tags as heads up shdhdjfjf also dw none of what I say is#abt or concerns folks here but#yeah. as a tldr very Gabrielcore of me haha but yeah#I wondered for a long time how I could go years without#when a crumb here awakens a voracious hunger in me for affection and approval#and there is simply an element of ego to it - to enjoying the idea that those I admire like what i say#but I think the larger part is simply that I’m myself here#in a way I’m not irl. I’m not…I can’t be vulnerable to people. I can’t let them see me. I don’t want to be rejected I think#but here I am simply. unaware to people who don’t click with me. no one interacts w me unless they’d like to#and there’s a certainty to that which just isn’t quite present irl#so I think the reason I get so easily attached IS because it’s me. because it’s my true self. and I don’t. I don’t know how to not want that#approval and affection beyond just letting the feeling fade with time. beyond removing myself from spaces where it occurs#because it’s not. it’s not fair to foist that onto people who didn’t enter that knowingly. I don’t#I don’t want to be too much. I always feel like I’m too much. too serious too intense feeling too deeply and on and on#I m want to be just enough. not too little or too much.#and yet that’s not healthy nor is honest to those you want to connect w#and people aren’t obligated to connect w you - it’s egotistical to simply think you can correct social step your way into someone’s regard!#but ah I don’t know. it’s been a night. I just wanted to say it plain and honest and finally get it out#but this isn’t like shdhdj asking for pity and such. I’ll be okay it’s all just part of it#vent.txt
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question: it is called “the legend of Zelda”, Zelda is (to my knowledge) technically in every game, and yet (again, to my limited knowledge) you never play as her, what’s with that
#idk I feel like my girl gets a raw deal man#I’ve never seen gameplay for her#just her being a side piece to link’s plot#and I ain’t a fan of that#she deserves her own narrative dammit!#not just being a pawn to further a man’s plot!!!#(if any of this is incorrect please correct me NICELY)#((I literally don’t know anything and am asking these questions genuinely))#princess zelda#botw link#loz botw#botw tears of the kingdom#tears of the kingdom#nintendo#wright writes#SHE DESERVES HER OWN GAME IN HER OWN FRANCHISE
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When one team complains that the historical materials you gave them for their project aren’t cool enough to use because they aren’t photos of individuals or big group meetings
And then they end up using the materials anyway and the whole workplace thinks it’s so cool and sends it around in an email chain praising the team for providing such fascinating insight into the organizations history

#I don’t need to be acknowledged i just like knowing my instincts were correct the whole time#and I also like to have evidence of what I do for future reference when coworkers ask because a lot of people don’t#get how I could be useful in a research capacity (which is honestly the majority of what I am doing at this stage in the game)#I like knowing that if anyone says ‘where’s the proof of what you contribute’ I can say ‘if you saw a photo or document or video#from before 2000 it came from me’#worklife#I love my job it is so great but lately I feel a bit butthurt that a lot of my coworkers keep commenting on all my boxes of stuff and#implying I was moved because boxes make me look like a slob when hey guys sorry boxes are what I do#some people think my job is scanning but that’s not true. my job is actually just… box
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Can I just say that it makes absolute, perfect sense that a city with such a shitty infrastructure like Gotham is in New Jersey
#before anyone asks#yes I am from New York#and yes I am 100% correct about this#New Jersey#gotham dc#gotham#dcu#I don’t actually know what infrastructure is#this post has horrible grammar actually but I’m very tired and I don’t feel like trying to figure out how to word it correctly#so you’re just gonna have to deal
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i don’t wanna say to any of my friends on the off chance that i won’t do it so I’ll just drop it in the tags
#i am probably going to break things off with 🧛♀️ for good#I’m just not having fun anymore and his enthusiasm had died down#i told him to tell me if he doesn’t want anything to do w me anymore#but now that i know him more i think he’s just waiting for me to do it#and he’d be correct bc if he dumped ME idk what I would do#part of me wants to ask him when i can come over again like. as a test to gauge where he’s at#but if i ask n he says he doesn’t want to anymore id be done for I think#it’s really tricky for me to navigate this impending conversation bc I don’t want him to say it first yknow?#like I know it shouldn’t matter who says what first but. i am fragile#and i am sad abt having to lose him#i am playing the waiting game in the mean time#edge speaks#🧛♀️
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Oh this is probably a really really stupid question, but is there like any legit/okay way to reach out to people who have blocked you on tumblr? I know that sounds crazy but please let me explain! I was just wondering cause I think I was blocked from some accounts I truly love to follow because I didn’t have my age in my bio which I have since fixed. I’m assuming there is really no way to do it but I figured I might as well just ask if anyone knows any way to do so in a respectful manner. I understand that actions have consequences so I definitely understand and respect anyone and everyone’s decision to block out people just to make it clear!
Anyway I hope this doesn’t sound super cringey or like a total creeper….but if it does please do let me know because it is not in anyway my intention! And just to make it clear again I have no intention of trying to harass or bother anyone I just wanted to know if there were any legit/respectful ways to reach people. Sorry for the ramble I am really just an idiot on the internet.
#question time#honest question#people who have blocked ageless blogs are valid and I respect them!#I am just very dumb#anyway to get unblocked#I will not bother people but I just wanted to ask the question#I was stupid and previously didn’t have my age in my blog#fandom#fanfic writers do people ever reach out to try and get unblocked from the person correcting their ageless blog?#again I am a very dumb derp and just wanted to ask#I promise on my love for all cats that I truly don’t mean to seem like a creepy stalker or cringey person!
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ummmm not to be dramatic but i will probably explode if one more person explains something to me w the assumption that i just must be too dumb to know abt it
#i am simply going to crumble into dust#i can’t explain why it makes me so mad but good lord does it#unsolicited corrections and explanations just fill me w so much silent rage idk why but it does#honestly if i don’t explicitly ask for correction or explaination i don’t need it#lunarelly rants
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Oh so we’re not going strawberry blonde we’re going full on orange ok
#7 levels my fucking ass#well my roots lifted 7 levels#I swear to fucking god I am not This Bad at bleaching my hair#now: do I concede I fucked up & ask for an early Christmas present of a salon colour correction?#or do I just hide behind fuchsia shock until it grows out a bit & is less noticeably terrible?#I just don’t want to deal with a judgy stylist
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A Tale Of Two Dragons
Summary: After suffering a head injury, Princess Y/N forgets the past two years of her life, including her marriage to Aegon. Who will do anything to win her back.
18+ ONLY MDNI Targcest, Smut, Cheesy, Medieval Romcom
Y/N wakes terribly hot, her head throbs and there is something wrapped round her waist. She peels open her eyes…an arm. She flicks it away.
“What is the matter, my dearest love?” A voice grumbles, from behind her. “The maester says you should remain abed for several days.
“Why?” The word is past her lips before she can stop it.
“You hit your head.”
Y/N reaches up toward her throbbing temple, scraping against the forming scab beneath the bandage. Her fingers come away wet.
“You mustn’t touch,” Aegon chides, “let me see.”
Aegon?
Y/N screams at the top of her lungs, rolling onto the floor.
“What is the matter?” Aegon peers over the edge of the mattress. “Does your head hurt?” He springs from the bed, grabbing a cup off the bedside table. “Here, milk of the poppy.” He attempts to bring the chalice to her lips.
Y/N slaps his hand away, the glass shattering over the floor. “Surely poison.”
“What?” Aegon breathes. “Why in the seven hells would it be poison, my heart?”
“Do not call me that.” Y/N snaps, feeling almost sorry for it as his face falls.
“Look at me,” he crouches down to her, cowering in the corner. “What’s happened?”
“I should be asking you! Why are you being kind to me? Why are you sleeping in my bed? Plotting to kill me?”
“I don’t want to kill you.” He huffs a laugh. Back are the sad, crestfallen eyes.
Y/N forces down the urge to punch him. “Why were you in my bed?”
“To be clear,” Aegon says, motioning behind him, “this is my bedchamber.”
Y/N searches the space behind him, he speaks true. This is not her room. “Why would I be in your bedchamber?”
Aegon’s upper lip twitches, “because you are my wife.”
Y/N laughs, “I am your wife.”
Aegon joins in, anxiously.
“You jest.” She wags a finger at him, “that is the Aegon I know. You have outdone yourself this time.”
Aegon’s eyes search hers for a moment more before he hollers, “guards!”
The doors fly open, “your grace?”
“We must have the grand maester.”
Y/N’s eyes track his movements. Pacing and pacing until the maester appears.
“Is your head troubling you, your grace?” He kneels before her. “I left you with milk of the poppy.”
“She needs more.” Aegon insists.
“She can have no more until the morrow.”
“She did not drink it.” Aegon shouts, “she tossed it away because she thought it poisoned.”
“I would never harm you, your grace. Surely you know that.” The maester addresses the princess directly.
“Not you, me.” Aegon throws up a hand. “She does not know who I am.”
“I know who you are and I do not like you.” Y/N argues.
“That is worse.” Aegon laments, “she does not remember our marriage or our-”
“Your grace,” the maester stops him. “Your lady wife has suffered an injury. It is best not to push the recollection of years past.”
“She will heal then?”
“I cannot say, the mind is unpredictable.”
Y/N narrows her eyes at the maester, “am I truly married to Aegon?”
“Yes, princess. For some two years now.”
“Nearly three,” Aegon corrects him, with a hand to his head.
Y/N’s breathing picks up, unable to calm herself.
“Princess, you must breathe slowly now.”
“I want my mother,” Y/N chokes out.
“I will get your mother,” Aegon offers, “just breathe.”
His command is foreign to her. That he would care. The maester fusses about her as they wait. “All is well, your grace, all is well.”
“I may faint.” She warns.
The maester begins fanning her with his hands.
Rhaenyra appears moments later, with Aegon hot on her heels. “What’s happened, my darling?”
“Mother,” Y/N reaches for her, sobbing against her shoulder.
“Hush now.” Rhaenyra cradles the back of her head, smoothing down her hair.
“I do not know how such a thing could h-happen.”
“What?” Rhaenyra begins swaying her like a babe.
“I woke up beside my sworn enemy, claiming to be my husband.” Y/N tells her, “and worst of all, everyone insists that it’s true. Am I truly married?”
“Yes.”
“To Aegon.”
“Yes.”
“And I am happy about it?”
“I’m afraid so,” Rhaenyra smiles. “You are quite taken with him.”
“To what degree is he hung?” Y/N scoffs. He must be-
Rhaenyra throws her head back with laughter, “I would not know, sweet girl.”
Y/N rolls her eyes, “he speaks true then?”
Rhaenyra nods.
“And we are in…” Y/N forces out the word, “love?”
“Very much so.”
Without warning, the princess faints in her mother’s arms.
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“And though all the realm wished for the princess to deliver a son, she blessed the prince with two daughters.”
Y/N comes to, blinking up at the ceiling. Pleased to find that she is in her own bed this time. She nearly finds herself comforted by the voice beside her, before looking over to realize it is Aegon. Seated in the arm chair with a brown leather book in his lap. She sits up, staring him down.
“Don’t,” he slowly closes the book, holding up both hands, “don’t scream.”
“What do you want?” Y/N groans. “I’ve already told you I don’t remember.”
“I’d like to court you.” His lips twitch, nervously.
“Really?” She huffs a laugh. “You, Aegon Targaryen, would rather court me than go find another well suited lady, of high status, to marry you?”
“Yes.”
“You want me?”
“Very much so.”
“More than anyone else?”
Aegon twists his wedding band around his finger. “Yes, more than anyone.”
“Well…what would we do together?” She crosses both arms over her chest, “I can’t imagine we have much in common.”
“Talk, stroll the gardens, fly together on dragon back, whatever you’d like.”
“You told me this morning, I am to remain abed for several days.”
“That’s why I’ve brought this,” he waves the book at her, “thought it might keep you occupied. That or I could dance for you.”
“How well do you dance?”
“Not very,” Aegon admits, “that’s what makes it entertaining.”
Y/N leans up, trying to catch a glimpse of the book’s title. “What book is that?”
“A tale of two dragons.” Aegon pulls it away, “do you want to hear the story or not?”
“I suppose,” Y/N sighs, sinking back into the pillows. “I’ve nothing better to do.”
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For four days he reads to her from that silly book. With each day that passes Y/N finds herself more invested.
“But if a son is expected of the prince, why does he not want for a son?”
Aegon smiles as he closes the book. “That’s all for today, you must rest.”
“I am not tired,” Y/N argues.
“Your eyes tell a different story.”
“Truly, I’m not tired.” She tells him, toying with her marriage ring. “My head hurts is all.”
“Might I try something?”
Y/N scowls, reluctantly closing the distance between them.
His hands cup her face, moving up to her throbbing skull, running his fingertips over her scalp.
It feels nice, though Y/N will never admit it.
“It will help if you stop making such sour faces, Y/N.” Aegon remarks, smoothing his thumb over the furrow between her brows. “My head aches just watching you.”
“You might wear a similar expression after being dealt my hand.” It is odd, her name on his lips. As though he rarely speaks it, save for when he’s angry with her.
“Yes, how devastating it must be; doted on by the man who loves you.” Aegon muses.
“You used to call me a bastard at family gatherings.” Y/N remembers that clearly.
“I used to do a great many things I am not proud of.” Aegon admits. “But the man I am now, the man I am with you…I take great pride in.”
“It will take time, if I’m to trust you again.”
“I have time.” Aegon assures her, “though at present, there is somewhere else I need be.” He presses his lips to her forehead in parting. “Good night.”
Y/N cups his wrist, at the side of her face, for just a moment. “Good night.”
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On the fifth day, the grand maester allows Y/N to leave her apartments, and by the tenth day, she is cleared to fly. Being amongst the clouds always helps clear her mind, mayhaps she will recall something.
“Good morrow, your grace.” Marcello, the dragon keeper greets her.
“Good morrow,” Y/N smiles. “Might you saddle Stormborn for me?”
“At once, Princess. I’m glad you are well.”
Marcello returns a few moments later with the lilac dragon, whining as she nuzzles into Y/N’s hands.
“Issi ao daor biare naejot ūndegon issa, uēpa raqiros?” Are you not happy to see me, old friend? Has something happened between them that she’s forgotten?
Stormborn hums, nudging at Y/N with her head.
“What is the matter with her?” Y/N turns to Marcello.
The dragon keeper lowers his eyes, “she wants for Sunfyre, your grace.”
“She wants-” Y/N breaks off, clunking a fist to her head, “she wants Aegon’s dragon?”
“They are quite close these days.” The man in question says, stalking up behind her. “I heard you were flying out. I thought I might join you.” Aegon explains his presence.
“This is preposterous.” Y/N scoffs, “you mean to tell me we have become so deeply entwined that even our dragons cannot be parted?”
Aegon’s lips turn downward as his brows rise, “yes.”
“What can be done about it?”
“You loved me once, my hope is, you will love me again.” Aegon brushes past her, resting a hand on her dragon’s snout. “There’s naught to be done about it.”
To add further insult, Stormborn leans into his touch, cooing happily.
“I suppose I should pet your dragon.” It’s meant to be a threat, a means to get even.
“Go on,” Aegon encourages, “you’d like that, wouldn’t you, Sunfyre?”
The golden boy begins to serenade her with a low melody. Y/N rests her temple against his head, glaring at Aegon. It is not the dragon’s fault.
“Your dragon understands English?”
“As does yours.” Aegon informs her, “they are highly intelligent creatures.”
“Pōnta issi mēre rūsīr īlva.” They are one with us.
Aegon smiles, “indeed.”
“Do you not speak-”
“Nyke kostagon emagon naejot…vestragon mirrī.” I can have to…say a little.
Y/N bites back a grin, “I could teach you.”
He starts to say something else, but she covers his mouth with her hand.
“Later,” she leans in, pressing a kiss to the back of her own hand. Had it not been there…it would’ve been his lips. Which means nothing, muscle memory, surely. “I’m sorry.”
He catches her wrist, bringing her hand away.“Don’t be.”
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Y/N enjoys evening strolls with Aegon in the garden, but on occasion she walks alone, outside the walls, wandering near the woods.
“Wait!”
Y/N whips her head around to see Aegon charging at her, knocking her backwards before the steel trap snaps closed near their feet. Two rows of long, jagged teeth, meant to catch animals. She stares at him, in disbelief.
“They doubled the number of traps round the castle in these past years. I did not know if you’d recall.” Aegon explains, still holding her in the safety of his arms.
“You…imbecile!” Y/N returns the awkward embrace.
“Please, call me husband.” Aegon smirks.
“You could’ve been maimed.”
“Better me than you.”
Y/N groans in frustration, “quit doing that.”
“Doing what?”
“Charming me.” She pulls away enough to see him.
No, not the sad eyes.
“I should like to know you better first.” Imbecile, she curses herself.
“What do you say we go back to your rooms and I will read to you?” Aegon suggests, “I’ll even bring cake.”
There it is, that tugging in her chest. “I do love cake.”
“When you were-” Aegon trails off, “there was a time all you would eat was cake.”
Y/N presses a hand to her head, “when I was what?”
“In due time, my dearest love.” Aegon smiles, sadly. “The grand maester says we mustn’t push, you’ve made great progress already.”
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She recalls a great many things over the next weeks. Trying and failing to teach Aegon High Valryian, eating cake with him and laughing until their sides ache. But there are a number of things she cannot recall.
“Where is it you go?” She wonders, “when you are not with me? You said,” Y/N closes her eyes until the words come to her, “you said you want always to be with me.”
Aegon’s eyes widen, “yes, I did say that. You remember?”
“Not nearly enough, just silly things.” Y/N admits, “sometimes…I think I might’ve been with child.”
Oh.
“That’s it, isn’t it? We’ve a child.”
“Two actually, daughters.”
“One after another like clockwork, then?” She arches a brow, resting a hand over her empty womb, “you’re late.”
Aegon grins, “both at once.”
“Efficient.”
“Well, we are nothing if not thorough.”
“With the way you look at me, I’m surprised there are only two children.”
“The birthing bed was not kind to you. I would love any child of ours, but I would not inflict such suffering upon you again.”
Y/N sighs, “you are so in love. I wish desperately to remember.”
“You could love me again.”
“What if it is different than what we shared? What if it does not please you as much?”
Aegon shakes his head, “then it will be different and I will be glad for it all the same.”
“Might I come with you to see them?” Y/N asks, wringing her hands.
“They should like that very much, they’ve been asking for you.”
“What are their names?”
“Dahlia and Visera.” Aegon tells her, “it might be difficult for you to tell them apart at first.”
“Dahlia is a Strong name.” Y/N whispers.
“And Visera was named for Viserys. If we would’ve had a son, we might’ve named him-”
“Laenor.” She breathes, recalling the smile on Aegon’s face as they’d discussed it, over the prominent swell of her belly. Subsequently leading his kisses to trail lower…her cheeks heats up.
“Yes,” Aegon swallows. Mayhaps he is recalling the same conversation.
The twins are playing happily on the floor, with their maids when Y/N enters the room behind Aegon.
“Papa!” They race to him, waiting to be taken into his arms.
“Hello, my darlings.” He holds one in each arm, kissing their little silver heads.
The child on the left sees Y/N first, blinking at her twice, to be sure. “Mama.”
The little girl on the right follows her gaze. “Mama!”
Y/N reaches for them out of instinct, hugging them to her as they are transferred into her arms from Aegon’s. “My girls.”
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Time passes, Aegon and Y/N have long since accepted she will never remember everything. What they share now is different, but wonderful, nonetheless.
Aegon and their children fill Y/N’s days with joy, though she still feels a bit guilty for the life she forgot.
She and her husband sneak out of their daughters’ rooms once they’ve found sleep. Walking back towards Y/N’s apartments with their arms linked.
Aegon bids her good night at the door, with a gentle kiss to her cheek.
“Stay,” Y/N insists, turning her face enough to catch his lips.
“What are you-” Aegon smiles against her mouth.
“It hurts to look at you and not touch you.” Y/N murmurs, reeling him back in and burying her hands in his hair. “If you mean what you say, and you will be happy with me even if I am different, I want to be happy with you.”
“It pleases me to hear you say this, my darling. But are you certain?”
“I want you in my bed, always,” Y/N whispers. “Or to lie with you in yours. To wake with you each morning and spend each night at your side. Though right now there is nothing I want more than your cock in me. Is that certain enough for you?”
Aegon chuckles into her mouth, “that’ll do it.” He pushes open the door, leading her deep into her rooms, until they reach her bed chamber. He unlaces her gown with practiced hands. “Gevie.”Beautiful.
She works him out of his robes, kissing the underside of his jaw. “Gevie.”
He smirks, moving her to the bed. Positioning her sweet head against the pillows, stroking wayward hair from her face. Taking a long moment to look upon her, their gazes locked. Aegon kisses the tip of her nose. “Let us see if you remember this, shall we?”
His lips trail down her neck, across her collarbones to her breasts. Licking and suckling at the entirety of them before bringing a sensitive peak into his mouth.
“Fuck,” Y/N holds him to her.
“Mmm,” he hums, in approval as her hips buck up against his. “Anything coming to mind?”
“I’m afraid not, husband.” Y/N whines as he pulls away, “you’ll need to keep going.”
“Of course,” Aegon latches happily to the opposite nipple, flicking the first between his fingers. Lower and lower his mouth goes, swirling her navel, skating over the skin of her sex.
Y/N nearly faints as he parts her with his thumbs, exposing her pearl to his starved tongue. “Oh!” Her memory of this particular act, does it no justice.
He sighs against her, as though he’s waited the whole of his life to be in this moment with her.
She does not know how to be loved that way, or to give such love in return. But she wants to learn.
Aegon coaxes her through one peak to the next, relishing her breathless giggles as she shoves at his head.
“Enough,” she covers her face with both hands, “enough.”
Aegon chuckles, pressing a feather light kiss to her cunt before retreating, back up to her face. Caging her head between his elbows, hovering over her. “Still nothing?”
“Not a thing, perhaps if you continue.” Y/N reaches between them, taking his cock in hand and stroking, lightly.
Aegon shakes his head, “of course.”
She positions him at her entrance, feeling him slide into her with ease. As though he belongs there. Her hands find his face, stroking his cheeks, reeling him in for sweet kisses or to pant against his mouth. Committing him to memory.
“I love you,” he says, pressing kisses to her fingers, “we’re going to make new memories together, you and I.”
“I love you.” The words fall from her lips, without hesitation. “I love you.”
“I have gone too long without your touch, I will not last.” He warns.
“That’s alright.” Y/N assures him, “I’m nearly there.” Still sensitive from his tongue.
It’s all he can do to hold off until he feels her walls pulse around him, “good girl.” He groans, emptying his spend.
Y/N nuzzles her nose against his. “Aegon?”
“Hmm?”
“Happy anniversary, my love.”
His eyes open wide, meeting her gaze. “You remember?
Y/N nods, feeling tears prickle at the back of her eyes. “I am so sorry, I’ve no idea how I could forget you…us, our daughters, this life together is the world to me.”
“It was not by choice.” He rests his forehead against hers. “If I ever sustain a head injury, I’ll expect you to court me in return.”
“Mayhaps I will court you now, just because.” Y/N wants nothing more than to shower him with affection. “That story you read to me was ours, how did you get it?”
“I wrote it.” Aegon tells her, “to share one day with our children and their children’s children, their children’s children after that.”
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ೄྀsome of you STILL don’t understandೄྀ
you must get comfortable in your god state to really succeed

ೄྀPART I | STOP NEGOTIATING WITH THE 3D
To get comfortable in your god state you need to understand that it is you ALONE that manifests. Stop consuming and spreading misinformation, you don’t have to “meet in the middle”with the 3D for your manifestations.
“If you want your dream bod to be manifested you have to stand firm AND workout”
“If you want to manifest clear skin, it’s good to visualise but you should also be focusing on skincare”
“If you want to manifest good grades you can affirm but you actually have to study”
“You can’t expect to manifest when you aren’t bothering to do anything in the 3D”
bullshit. absolute bullshit
although it’s important to still take care of your necessities, there’s no such thing as meeting halfway for your desires. If you think that you don’t understand what manifestation is. And with the assumption that it is, means that you don’t understand your full potential. As soon as you think of a desire it’s yours, no negotiating needs to be done with the 3D. All you have to do is stand firm.
Why are you making deals with the 3D?, “okay, okay if i workout in the 3d and manifest my dream body in my 4d it will come” that just isn’t needed
“okay but it does help things move faster” “it does help things become a little easier” nope, still wrong!
you don’t have to lift a finger for something that’s already yours. never. same goes for inducing pure consciousness, you don’t have to spend hours saturating your conscious mind in order to shift. You can have the worst day and still induce pure consciousness because that’s all it is: a state of consciousness.
ೄྀPART II | EVERYTHING YOU DO IS PERFECT
To get comfortable in your god state you must also understand that you’re doing it all right. Stop asking dumb questions, you’re doing everything correct. The fact that you rely on bloggers to tell you if you should do this or that as if they’re your god shows that you don’t truly understand (and it’s getting really frustrating).
“will i still be able to induce pure consciousness if I lay on my side rather than in a starfish position?”
“do i have to affirm?”
“what if i don’t do this one blogger’s method to the minute details, does this mean i won’t shift?”
asking stupid questions like these confirms that you still don’t understand the extent of your power, you still don’t understand who you are.
And if you don’t understand, you will never progress, treating this like a chore that you have to perfect is where you go wrong. As a god, everything you do is correct, you could even induce pure consciousness by standing straight up and singing heavy metal at the top of your lungs, because what ever you say goes.
Stop sitting back up after minute 5 of it “not working” to check if you’re doing that method correctly. Why does you living your dream life depend on other people’s rules, are they the gods of your reality or is it you?
And you do know this still counts as you putting the void state on a pedestal? There are people who find out about pure consciousness and induce it that same day. Get your head in the game.
1: You don’t have to lift a finger for your dream life
2: You’re doing everything correct, you are “I AM” trust that and you’ll induce in no time
Both of these things, negotiating with the 3D and asking if your doing it right in YOUR OWN reality are signs that you don’t trust yourself enough. Learn to actually trust yourself and accept your fate as a god and you’ll have everything you dream of
NOW GO GO GO, GO GET YOUR DREAM LIFE
🍵🪷To understand and succeed you must trust yourself

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promise J.B.
summary: bucky is protective over reader, the new lab assistant and resident doctor at the compound
wc: 2k
pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader
a/n: no warnings (lmk if i missed anything). barely proof read. requests are open!
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the first time he met you, he was expecting dr. cho’s usual lab assistant. it was meant to be a brief check in after his latest mission with sam, just a minor tweak to a piece of tech on his uniform.
“hey, do you thin-” bucky strides in to dr. miller’s office, full tactical suit still on. he’d came straight from the quinjet, but glancing up from his arm holster he notices that dr. miller’s office is now replaced by your office.
you look up from your lab report, a pile of open wires laying beside it as you twiddle with the machinery. “oh, i’m sorry. i think dr. banner forgot to notify you: dr. miller transferred to shield co-op missions. i’m his replacement.” you wipe the sweat from your hand onto your white lab coat and stand from your chair. “i’m y/n.”
bucky reads the nametag on your labcoat, dr. l/n. “oh.” his eyes move from the tag to your eyes. “sorry.”
your smile immediately shifts whatever emotions he just had about the situation. your expression is soft and for a moment, bucky thinks you’re too innocent to be working in a business surrounded by violence. it provokes something deep in his stomach, something he can’t quite place.
“i’d be happy to assist you with whatever you need, though!” you smile again, this one giving bucky an even warmer feeling through his chest. “i already read all of dr. miller’s previous lab reports, and i’m just as good with needles as i am with technology.” you shift your head towards the mutilated hardware on your desk, then smile back at bucky.
he almost chuckles. almost. instead, he adorns a smirk, so subtle you might not have caught it had you not been staring at him, waiting for a reply. hesitantly, he steps forward, holding his arm out to show you what he needs changed.
that was four months ago. now, bucky looks for any excuse to head to your office, whether it be a slightly twisted wrist, a broken button on his suit, or even a question about a new weapon for his next mission.
“what can i do for you today, james?” your back is turned to him. you’re busy fiddling with a microscope, but bucky can hear the smile on your face.
“bucky,” he corrects. “are you going to tony’s gala this saturday?”
you stop squinting and stand upright, turning to face him. you have a quizzical look on your face. “do doctors usually go to those sorts of things?”
bucky shrugs. “i think dr. cho has before.”
you hum, turning back to the microscope. “well, i do need to catch up with natasha…” you turn the knob for the lens. “is that why you came to see me?”
he pauses. you hear his feet shuffling and smile to yourself. “i just wanted to ask about… my… belt.”
you suppress a laugh and face him again “really?” you grin. “your belt?”
he hums, a tint spreading on his cheeks.
“well, i haven’t had lunch yet, if you would like to get something for us, we can talk about your belt during my break.”
his head perks up at that. “okay, i’ll be back in twenty.”
he’s out of the room so quick and it makes you smile again. as you turn back to the microscope, somebody else enters.
“back alread- oh.”
john walker.
you have never been particularly fond of him, especially after a heated argument he had with sam and steve a couple months back. he works for shield, but sometimes they send him to the avenger’s compound to retrieve specific types of upgrades or get intel about an overlapping mission.
“aw, don’t seem too disappointed, sweets.” he smiles, the image disgusting you.
you walk away from the microscope towards a centrifuge sitting on the opposite counter.
“what can i help you with?”
“what, i come all this way and i can’t just talk to you?”
you bite your lip. “i’m afraid i don’t understand.”
he laughs. “i want to get to know you.”
“like right now?”
“right now… over dinner…” he smiles again, the same disgusting one. “whichever you prefer.”
unsure on how to reply, you turn back to the machine. “i don’t know if that’s appropriate.”
“but it’s okay if you do it with bucky?”
“what about me?” bucky steps through the door with a bag of food in one hand. once noticing john, his jaw clicks. “what are you doing here?”
“just wanted to talk to the lady, that’s all.” he shrugs his shoulders. “is that against the law?”
“it is if she doesn’t want that.”
your gaze shifts to bucky. his blue eyes are piercing, and his gaze is colder than any he’s ever given you. you sense the tension growing the longer he stares at john.
john interrupts the silence. “what’s the issue, man?” he steps towards bucky. it’s a small step, but it has bucky rigid. “it’s not like she’s taken. she’s free game.”
bucky scoffs. “if you speak about women like they’re prizes to win then you don’t deserve to speak to them.”
your heart flutters. after all he’s been through, bucky still chooses to be an amazing guy. your admiration for him only grows.
“nobody said anything about that.” john raises his hands in surrender. “don’t get jealous… it’s not like she’s yours…”
his jaw clenches again. you can see his hands are balled into fists at his side. faintly, you hear the whirring of the metal plates in his arm.
“i think you should leave.”
bucky steps aside, clearing a space for john to walk out the door. reluctantly, he leaves, but not before sparring you another glance and whispering a “call me.”
when he’s finally left the room, you exhale, glancing back to bucky and his tense shoulders.
“thank you… for that.”
he blinks. his eyes finally find you and he blinks away the tension.
“of course. you shouldn’t have to put up with that, especially in your place of work.”
you nod and a shy smile takes over your face. you move a strand of hair to behind your ear and turn back to the machine so bucky doesn’t notice your face. he does anyway.
“so, lunch?”
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saturday evening rolls around and, after having double checked with tony and natasha about the validity of your invitation, you get dressed for the gala. the dress fits your form and drapes down to just below your knees. you pair it with a simple pair of heels and your favorite necklace.
you hope bucky likes it.
stop. that’s inappropriate. we’re work colleagues. he would’ve helped out any girl that needed it, he-
oh fuck.
you notice him immediately. he’s sat at the bar talking to steve, legs draped off the bar seat, thighs thick even in his dress pants. his long hair is neatly swept back, and the glass of bourbon in his metal hand clinks from the ice.
natasha spots you first. she was just by the entrance, and she immediately greets you.
“how are you?”
you smile at her, happy to be with her after having not had the chance lately. “good, busy in the lab as always.”
she chuckles understandingly. “seems like tony has everyone working overtime.”
she goes on about one thing or another, but at some point you tune her out because bucky has finally noticed you. you can tell he’s tuned steve out too.
he can’t stop staring. granted, he always stares at everyone, but the way he looks at you differs from that so much. it has your knees weak and you can feel your heart pound a little harder in your chest. his tongue darts out to wet his lips and the faintest smirk appears on his face.
steve turns around to see what his best friend is staring at. noticing you, he leans his head back at the sudden enlightenment and faces bucky. he speaks lowly, “why don’t you ask her out?”
bucky jerks his head towards steve. “what?” he’s defensive at having just been caught. “why would i do that?”
steve rolls his eyes. “because visiting her office everyday is totally normal…” his tone is laced with sarcasm.
you’ve been spending too much time with sam.
“shut up.”
“so you don’t like her, then?”
“i-” bucky huffs. “i never said that.”
“well, i’d act fast.”
his brows furrow. “Why?”
steve points towards you and bucky’s gaze shifts from his best friend to you. there, john walker attempts to offer you a drink, and bucky can tell even from his distant spot at the bar that you’re smiling to be polite.
he doesn’t reply to steve, abandoning his drink and his friend at the bar as he makes his way over to you.
“can i help you?”
john has to turn to look at bucky, his smile dropping. you can tell he’s aggravated by the presence of the former winter soldier.
“no, i think we’re good.” he doesn’t even attempt to make his smile look genuine.
“i don’t think we are.” bucky steps closer to you. his head dips down, lips close to your ear as he speaks in a low whisper. “you okay, peaches?”
you smile, giddy at the sudden pet name. you nod gently, grateful for bucky’s care, and try not to bite your lip from the interaction.
“why don’t you go somewhere else?” bucky’s gentle tone is replaced with a stoic one, his annoyance for john returning.
“why can’t i just talk to the girl?” he looks at you expecting your defense.
bucky’s left hand wraps around your waist. his fingers rub your side softly, gracing your hip. your stomach flips in a fit of butterflies. the sudden act of affection has your knees buckling. you want him to pull you closer in case you collapse.
“she’s not interested.”
john’s eyes widen slightly and he backs away, muttering something under his breath. you feel bucky’s metal fingers squeeze your side slightly. he turns to look at you.
“i’m sorry about him.”
you can barely hold eye contact. “it’s not your fault.” a sudden boost in courage has you pulling your hand up to smooth out the lapel of his suit. “besides, you’re my hero.”
his eyes flicker with appreciation at having been called that. “yeah?”
you hum in agreement. his other hand reaches towards your face, tracing the hair that sits behind your ear, pinned up in the updo you’ve done for the gala. another stomach flip.
“in that case, does your hero get any reward?” he has a playful smirk, his tone light.
“i suppose…” you smile back. “got anything in mind?”
he pulls you until you're facing him directly. his other hand sits at your waist, too. now you can’t look away, forced to look into his eyes as he undresses you with them. he hums as if the answer sits on his tongue. his metal hand pulls you forward, forcing you to take a step closer to him. his flesh hand moves from your waist to your cheek, nose brushing against yours, delicate, like a dance. his breath fans against your face and your eyelids flutter shut. you exhale, a bundle of nerves leaving too.
his lips ghost against yours, waiting to see if you’d pull back or say you’re crossing a line. you don’t dare stop him. you feel his lips curve slightly; he’s smirking against you. before it grows anymore, his lips connect with yours, warm and supple and tender. he kisses you like every second is a promise, like he wants the world to know you’ll never be anyone else’s.
and now, you know it’s a promise he’ll never break.
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