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themagicsquad · 2 years ago

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I'M PROBABLY GONNA MAKE THIS BLOG A CENTER FOR ALL MY OCS SOON, JUST FYI. They're not fandom OCs, they're blorbos from my brain

Rae Rosenfeld: 30... something. A mother of 2. "I'll take in any stray!" is her motto, be it animal or child. She's a weeb, a gamer, and her day job is a sys admin or something, idk, she's a computer sciencer. She's in an open relationship with her husband, Sascha. Sascha's a fuckin cuck, so sometimes he's just there. Watching. She loves helping her friends, to the point of being Leslie Knope levels of absolutely steamrolling her friends trying to solve their problems for them. She's hella maternal, and if you hurt her kids, you'll pay. She had severe anxiety and mental health issues when she was younger, and is estranged from her parents. She's going to be talking to you like a regular ass tumblr/tiktok user, because she's a nerd that way.

Zxy Tepechkie: Don't tell the others, but he's my favorite. He's vegan, magic, and brilliant. Hailed as a prodigy as a child, he was expected to become king to make his family even more prestigious than they already are. He hates politics, so he refused. When his parents didn't want to let him refuse, he said, "ok, watch this," and jumped headfirst into hardcore drugs and partying and doing things that would make nobody in their right mind want him as king. Unfortunately, his 13-14 year old ideas of "I'm too smart to get addicted" didn't work. He's clean now, but that time of his life contains secrets, trauma, and angst. And tooooons of guilt for the things he did. Also, magic folks age 1 year for every 10 regular, nonmagic years. So he's physically 19, but actually like 192.

Bane [last name redacted]: Idk his last name. He's the current king, at 18 physically, but 180+. His parents died when he was very young, so he was raised being groomed into the role of king, since the former king (dude had no kids and had to pick an heir haha) realized Zxy was PROBABLY not gonna cut it. Being raised to treat his work as his sole raison d'etre, but with a bunch of servants that would just say yes to anything, he became kinda spoiled. That spoiled became twisted when several assassination attempts when he was like 10 traumatized him enough to make him lose it. He got better, but not before torturing Zxy for months. They're on good terms now. This boy will prooooobably be speaking in a haughty, formal manner (if he's not being a huge slut and talking like he's horny on main) because he puts on a little front all the time, being a king and all.

Aubrey Rosenfeld: Rae and Sascha's son. He's 17, but real 17, despite being magic. Something funky happened to make him magic, despite his parents not being. That said, he's into being an almost cheesy level of rebellious. He'll graffiti a dick onto a cop car and then parkour away so he doesn't get caught. This boy fucking LOVES parkour and freerunning. He also loves chaos in general. Hates authority, loves being a menace to society. He's an absolute little shit gremlin boy, but a good kid. Everyone thinks he takes after Rae, but he actually takes more after his father. Was experimented on for a time for his magic when the government went apeshit bonkers and wanted to eradicate magic folks.

Willow: Fuck if I know what her last name is. She's a mercenary hired to kill Bane and Zxy but didn't, because she's not stupid. She did get to know them, however, so now she's around a lot, and good friends with Rae. She tries hard to act tough and push down any emotion, and she has severe attachment issues due to her upbringing and a past abusive relationship, but at her core, she's mischievous and loves pranks and joking around. She also looooooooooves animals. Take this girl to the damn ZOO. She's awful at cooking. Do not let her in a kitchen, unless that kitchen belongs to your enemy and you want their house burnt down.

Lili Rosenfeld: Rae and Sascha's daughter. 15, and also normal 15. She's shy, but not as severely as her mother was. She dreams of becoming a marine biologist, and loves all the little sea critters. Her favorite color is yellow. She has healing abilities, which is a big deal in my canon because literally no other magic person can do that. They're kind of wonky and hard for her to control, however. If you manage to make her upset enough, she'll wind up cussing you out like some seasoned biker gang member, which can be kinda... jarring. Tbch? I need to work on her, right now she's "boring little girl character #1." I'm nothing if not honest.

Sascha Rosenfeld: Oh ho hoooo, this guy. This guy right here. Love him, but he's a tool. Or, used to be. He'd sleep with any girl who would have him in college, and when he met Rae, he kind of fell in love without realizing. He wouldn't stop pestering her and flirting with her, which wasn't taken very well by her back then. He did have a dependable side, which is what attracted her to him at all in the first place. They got together, broke up because he's a jerk and cheated on her out of fear of commitment, then got back together after he groveled enough to satisfy her. They got married, and now he's a doting husband and, surprisingly, a good father. He was a detective, but ACAB, and since the government was actively trying to kill his kids and people like them, he stopped with all that. This man is a cuck. He's so into his wife, it's embarrassing.

RULES:

-The first rule of fight club is have fun and be yourself

-Don't godmod unless you ask, I will probably let you do it for the bit, if it's funny

-I don't really... do smut. I'm just not comfy with it. Go nuts if you do, though, I don't block or unfollow for it being on my dash

-Feel free to reply to anything I post, send asks, tag me and specify a character... whatever

-idk, more to come, it's kinda basic RP rules ig

MORE IN DEPTH INFO:

For reference, my little "world" takes place in just... the regular world? Earth? Idk, my characters are American, I'm so sorry lmao. I just always imagine them hanging out in specific parts of the States bc I'm there, but travel is easy because these magic fuckers can TELEPORT.

Magic folks are highly secretive and don't just let humans know that magic is real all willy-nilly. They're actually not supposed to at all, but, well, you form a close enough bond and you're going to find out. Accidentally or otherwise.

The main timeline story, in a nutshell, is that the former king (his name was Isaiah. Not important, it literally never comes up) had no wife or heirs of his own, so he chose between two kids he thought had potential and had ties to royalty, even if it was distant. Zxy was the brilliant shoe-in, the one whose family was focused on their position and how to advance it. Zxy's parents, Amy and Gregory, serve as envoys to the king, so when their younger son had the chance to snag that crown, they wanted it. BAD. They didn't care about their elementary school-aged son's protests that he hated politics and didn't want he job. Some things happened that took Zxy down a very dark path, which I don't wanna go too far into here because I'd rather it come up organically, but it took him out of the running.

So then child #2, Bane, gets the crown. Bane, whose parents died when he was 6 (60+, since magic people age 1 year for every 10. Physically, anyway. Mentally is kind of a mixed bag. They're definitely more mature than their human counterparts, but a teenage magic person is still going to act like a teenager.) was taken in by Isaiah immediately and groomed for the role. Normal schooling was out, this orphan child was raised learning etiquette, diplomatic skills, languages, budgeting, everything a good king would need. The servants treated him like they would a prince and basically let him get away with quite a bit. He was a precocious kid, but he grew spoiled. Repeated assassination attempts at a young age took their toll on him, mentally, until he kind of wound up paranoid and having a mental breakdown, which led to suspicion of Zxy, which led to torturing Zxy for over 3 straight months. He got better. The two are on decent terms now.

I still don't have the best handle on my magic system. It's kinda like Dragonball Z energy, but also kinda you have to have the ability and creativity to give it form, and... yeah. It's wonky. Sometimes I make my characters hold the idiot ball to avoid godmodding. It's worked well with the bestie so that sometimes nonmagic people can cause shenanigans. I take turns deciding which character I want to absolutely break and drive to desperate tears as they get the tar kicked out of them, so sometimes it's just easier to go, "Oops, someone sealed their magic." And then sometimes the would-be attacker doesn't seal them and gets murked. It's whatever works best for the plot at the time, if I'm honest.

Sometimes I reference an AU timeline, which is where pretty much all of Aubrey's characterization comes in. Rae and Sascha died (Rae was a total hellion trying to revolt against the government for being anti-magic, and it got her shot repeatedly in her kitchen for it) and then Aubrey was left at 15 to take care of his 13 year old little sister. Lili also died, and Aubrey was left all alone, avoiding authorities... when he wasn't provoking them. Two years pass from his sister's death, putting him at 17.

In the AU world, climate change has totally wrecked the world, leaving it barren and uninhabitable outside of terraformed domes for any extended period of time. It takes awhile for him to meet back up with Zxy, who, at that point, is also working to take down the anti-magic government to save everyone from extermination. The Zxy I use isn't AU Zxy, it's just plain flavored, no added spice.

Obviously, this means Rae and the rest of the family came back to life. I don't really have an explanation for that, because it was something that happened in RP with the bestie, so I've just rolled with it, because Rae is fun to write, and Sascha and Lili could stand to be fleshed out more.

The AU thing doesn't come up a lot, unless I'm feeling like being mean to Aubrey and making him sad about things that happened to him in his past.

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rennerator · 7 months ago

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I F* LOOOOOOOOOOVE THIS SCENE SO SOOOO F* MUCH!!!! Like, SERIOUSLY!!!!!! It is "small", but like, it is SO SOOO GOOD!!!!! S2 LOVE LOVE LOVE The FACT that we could have HAD more of THEM INTERACTING!!!! And, YUP, EXACTLY, I COMPLETELY AGREE with the tags there!!! YES YEEES YEEEESSSSS We could have HAD BESTIES Cas and Jo!!!! You KNOW they would BE SOOO COOL and LOVELY and MARVELOUS TOGETHER!!! Like JO is ALREADY IMPRESSED there and you KNOW that Cas would treat her as equal too!!! And, COME ON, they would be SUCH A BAMF DUO!!!! :D Oh, SPN, you had SO SOOO MANY MAGNIFICENT characters on your SHOW!!!! If ONLY you had gave them more TIME and SPACE for them to GROW and INTERACT and BE A FOUND FAMILY!!!! Thank YOU SO SOOO MUCH for this!!!! You are AMAZING!!!! :) <3

#cas #jo #ellen #castiel #jo harvelle #ellen harvelle #LOVE #happiness #the FACT that we could have HAD Cas and Jo being BESTIES!!!#They would be SUCH a BAMF DUO!!! :D #gifset #fan art #cas & jo & ellen edit #we had SO SOO MANY GOOD and INTERESTING characters in SPN SADLY the opportunities were just discarded because of “reasons”...#I LOVE THIS!!! S2

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tojikai · 2 years ago

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Its me again your kababayan (countryman) PM stalker! (Pre-CH5 thoughts)

We all love Suguru and YN, we all love SUGURU. But I have a feeling there wont be a thing between them. As in Suguru clearly loves YN but I dont think its in a romantic way. I think he and Shoko are the only ones both mentally balanced and with their shit together as compared to YN, Dumbjo and Rie.

So I think Sugs is going to be the person and support system that YN needs and I know YN wont fall for him cause she is too broken and can only think of Dumbjo. I just hope that Sugs isnt ONLY helping YN out of sympathy because THAT will destroy her too. She can’t handle people caring about her because she seems to have never gotten it when she was a kid and had to put up 1000s of barriers to protect herself. She finally let her walls down with Dumbjo and bam looked what happened. She is self destructive but I have a feeling that she wouldve broken her own spiral eventually if it hadnt been for the accident.

We all want Rie to suffer, and everyone wants YN to get revenge or be pissed but I dont think she will cause revenge may feel good but its just as self destructive. Also as for Rie, her downfall will literally be her own doing MWAHAHAH. YN wont have to lift a finger. She is probably gonna scheme and manipulate her way to maintain what she has and I wonder if she is gonna pull some shit for “attention” and I hope it backfires hard on her. I pity her but I dont feel bad for her at all.

I cant wait till Satoru finally sees through Rie, and it has to be with his own eyes. When that hits and he genuinely realizes what he threw away with YN, hmmmph them tears of despair gonna be tastier than a 5 Star Michelin Gourmet. Rie is the devil to YNs Angel and its wonderful cause YN will never defile herself the way Rie has. Also I dont think Rie actually loves Dumbjo. I think she is in love with being loved and twists and contorts herself to get what she wants. But she might actually have a conscience and realize this before its too late?? For her sake I hope so but I doubt it 👀👀🍿🍿

As for Satoru, im still kinda on the fence. Im angry at him for what he put YN through. Very! But he is clearly being duped by Rie and thats not an excuse to let him off the hook. But I personally believe in redemption and I think he is gonna have to do ALOT of soul searching. if he and YN are endgame then he is gonna need to let YN go though and move on with his life and emotionally grow and who knows what might happen in the future.

I just loooooooooove your stories, ermagod, cant say it enough. Thank you and maraming salamat and I hope you have a great week!!!!!

omg that "she can’t handle people caring about her because she seems to have never gotten it when she was a kid" is so true 😭like her parents neglected her so much to the point that she doesn't know how to react when people care for her :(( she just feels like she's just dragging them into her mess. on the other side of that, she's weak for it too. if people show her a bit of fondness and love, she quickly gets attached to them. bc for someone who didn't receive it when they were young, 'a little bit' is already 'a lot.' :(( anywayyy thank you so, sooooo much, too, my kababayan. i hope you're doing well !!~

#🍭—kaitalks #f: permanent mark

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whats-wild-to-you · 2 years ago

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Studio sex scenario? 😏

Wow! you guys really want me to write smut, huh? 😂😂😂

ps. I tried something different this time .. minimal amount of dialogues. I don’t know if you guys noticed 👉👈 but I loooooooooove dialogues 😅

pps. for some reason Beyoncé’s ‘Drunk In Love’ came to mind while I was writing this .. esp this line in Jay Z’s rap 👉 slid panties to the side, ain't got time to take drawers off 🥵

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It was getting late and Jay was still MIA. But you knew exactly where he was. He’s been texting you from the studio all day long, and as the hours passed his texts got more and more desperate.

You thought about what would cheer him up, and immediately an idea came to mind. It was crazy since it was the middle of December but being with Jay, you found yourself doing crazy things like that often.

Satisfied with the outcome, you threw on your thick winter coat and locked the door of your apartment.

You refrained from sending Jay a text, letting him know you were coming. He would’ve probably told you to not bother since he was busy.

When you arrived at his studio, a thought crossed your mind. What if he wasn’t alone? It would ruin the whole plan. You pushed the thought aside, and entered the building. You knocked on the door and entered. Thankfully he was alone.

“What are you doing here this late?”

His face lit up at the sight of you. Truth was he was stuck and need a break.

“I brought you dinner.”

You replied, simultaneously unbuttoning your coat.

This was it. The moment of truth. Jay would be either glad or mad you showed up. He’d drop everything for you but when he was working nothing and no one else existed.

You dropped your coat on the floor, standing there in black lace lingerie.

Without a word, Jay got up walked past you and locked the door. You released the breath you were holding, happy that your plan didn’t backfire.

Then Jay sat down on his chair again, gesturing with his hand for you to come closer. You strutted seductively towards him, swaying your hips from left to right. He tapped his lap and you straddled him, pushing your tits out. You looked up at him from beneath your lashes, smirking invitingly. He stared at you, his eyes revealing exactly what he planned to do with you. You saw hunger in them, but it wasn’t food he was craving.

While you were busy unbuttoning his jeans, Jay placed wet sloppy kisses along your jawline, and down your neck.

You attempted to get off his lap so you could slide his pants down but Jay held you in place. “We don’t have much time!” He announced in between breathy kisses.

Sex with Jay usually lasted for hours. He loved taking his time, satisfying your every need. And if you were honest, you were completely against the concept of the quickie.

“God, you smell so good!” Jay whispered in your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. It made you feel incredibly sexy, and since you already came to him wearing nothing but lingerie, you decided to go all the way and be a total slut tonight.

Pulling down the zipper, you slid his jeans down as far as you could without leaving your spot, watching Jay’s eyes darken with lust. You freed his hard cock, massaging its venous shaft, your eyes glued on his, telling him what you want him to do next.

Jay smirked before he pushed the fabric covering your wet pussy to the side, sliding two fingers inside you. You cried out as he rubbed your clit with his thumb, crashing your lips onto his.

Pumping his hard clock, you continuously brushed your thumb over its tip, earning soft moans from Jay. Hearing him moan out your name made you incredibly horny, and like the slut you were deep inside, you wanted more.

“Please fuck me!” You moaned in his ear, while Jay was tantalizing your breasts. One after the other, he pulled the fabric down, exposing your erect nipples. One by one he sucked on them, bit them, licked them.

You were close to orgasm, especially with Jay’s long fingers still inside you, massaging you.

“Please, I can’t take it anymore!” You pleaded, kissing him lustfully, your tongues dancing in each other’s mouths.

He removed his fingers from your pussy, bringing them up to your lips. Tasting your own juices almost took you over the edge, and in that same moment you felt Jay’s throbbing cock stretching out your pussy as he rammed into you mercilessly.

Uncontrolled moans escaped your throat while you were grinding your hips. You were blabbing gibberish when your walls clenched tightly around Jay’s cock and came apart moment later when Jay’s cum filled you up.

Leaning your back against the desk, you tried to catch your breath with Jay still balls-deep inside you. As soon as he pulled his dick out you felt the juices leaking out of you so you quickly got up, not wanting to create a mess. You were wobbling while reaching for the tissues and cleaned yourself up before putting your coat back on.

“See you later at home?”

Jay nodded and you walked out. At home you checked your phone, and read the text Jay sent you.

Take a hot bath. I want that pussy ready for round two when I get home.

#jay park #more soju please #ask response #anon request #anon ask #ask me anything #asks open

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gt-jar · 11 months ago

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So I'm kinda late, but I wanted to add my two cents.

Is it true that g/t art receives more attention than g/t writing?

Yes, absolutely.

But as stated in other comments and reblogs already that is a problem a lot of fandoms suffer from, and why that is the case has been said many times already as well.

I just want to talk about my general feelings regarding this matter.

I know as a writer this can be very frustrating, I get it, sometimes I get a little frustrated as well. But then I think about how the g/t community as a whole works.

We are a bunch of people, who may all like g/t, but all in a different/unique way.

All of us like g/t for very different reasons or like different aspects of it.

Take my personal favorite - parental g/t - as an example.

I love this trope!

But only if the giant is adopting the tiny. If it's the other way around it sparks little to no joy for me...

And that goes for other tropes/scenarios as well.

Just because someone includes a trope you love in some kind of way, doesn't mean you'll love the finished product (I don't really wanna call a piece of writing a product, but you get what I mean...)

There are a lot of other reasons for you not wanting to read a story (even though it includes one of your favorite tropes, even though the author has amazing writing skills, etc.)

As for myself, I'm a very picky reader in general. I have a lot of pet peeves that will diminish my desire to read a story.

For example:

- pov (god how much I hate the 1st person pov)

- female characters (I can't explain this, because I don't have an explanation, but I just don't like to read about female characters. And if I do everything else of the story has to align with my personal preferences. I'll show you an example during gtwac) <- that alone rules out like over 60% of the g/t writing for me.

- too many characters or subplots (part of the reason why you'll never see me read a normal book)

I could go on, but I think you get the point. Many of you might have such a list. And that's absolutely okay.

You don't have to read/like a story just because it's g/t.

That's why I rarely suggest my own story to anyone (and because I don't like to advertise my own stuff, even though the people asked for it).

I lost count on how many times I saw people saying that they would like to see more platonic/familial/found family stuff in the g/t community, and every time I sit there and think "...that's exactly what all my writing is about", but then I think of my list and think my content might not be what they are looking for.

What I'm saying is, this kind of stuff doesn't really bother me personally.

But what bums me out is the little interaction I receive from my readers.

I couldn't care less about likes, but I loooooooooove getting comments and reblogs with tags. I could go on and on about how much I love reading them. They literally make my day.

Same goes for ask. There a people who receive tons of ask about their characters/storys, often just simple questions or silly little thoughts. And that's so freaking awesome.

Just.... writer/reader interactions!

If do love a story, then SHOW IT!!!!!!

So there is that.

To end this on a more positive note, there is something that always makes me feel better.

Let's say 20 people like your story.

Do you realize how many people that are? Imagine all those people irl. In school that would have been all of my class mates. Absolutely crazy!

And don't forget about the silent readers or those without a tumblr acc you don't even know about.

But at the end of the day I like to think of that one person, that smiled because I posted a new chapter, that might have had a shitty day so far and their day is slightly less shitty, because of me, that waited patiently in the shadows and is excited to finally read what happens next.

If this is the case for even one single person out there, then writing and posting a story is worth it for me :)

An opinion about g/t media and the consumers.

Never thought fast-consumed media (pictures and drawings) will become most of what the g/t community is based on now. Back in the day you could read and sometimes you would see decent art here and there. Now? If you do not draw you don't get any notes. No one seems to care enough about your writing if you don't create art for it, of it or before it. I'm taking this off of mainly @entomolog-t 's posts as of right now (sorry for the tag, I do not mean to bother you with my meaningless rambling). But. I see their posts about their characters at least a hundred times a day; the art. ALWAYS the art. I started reading the actual stories and I was confused why those posts didn't have as many notes; simply, people care about the characters enough to like the g/t art made about them, but not enough to actually sit down and read about them. Most g/t writers are swept under the rug, even if their stories are incredibly, because they do not have art that includes g/t in it. And that says a lot to me. I value the artist, you can see how much time and effort goes into the art. But. Where is the value to the writers? Those that sit down and put in so much effort to please the people that love their character, only to be let down by only getting the half amount, if that, of the notes they, or artists receive on art. It makes me feel weird. Kinda makes the effort meaningless if you see posts about scribbles, G/T SCRIBBLES, get hundreds of notes, but amazing writing about 40 notes.

As someone who loves to write and put myself out there, it sucks the hope out of me, knowing because I can't draw, I'll never be recognized. And before you think 'oooh someone's jealous', no. Just simply, frustrated. Frustrated at how media works.

Now, I do not need to be flooded with hate comments, but I would love to hear other's opinion about this.

#giant/tiny #g/t #g/t community #g/t writing #g/t author #reblog #my-rambling-jar

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onbeinganangel · 3 years ago

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No anons, we die like brave dumbasses here 😂 Mari my lovely, I’d love to know the following: 1) what are the top 3 places on your bucket list? 2) do you have any favourite flowers and/or do you care about their hidden meanings/symbolism? and 3) what’s that one pairing or trope you’re itching to try your hand on but haven’t yet? Thanks! - Liv 💜

"we die like brave dumbasses" omg ily liv 💕 these are some juicy questions, thank you thank you

oh my! idk! i have a ton of places i'd like to go but i wouldn't say there are any i'd like to go more than any other? i don't have them ranked! but i'll say some cities fairly close to me that i am frankly embarassed i've never visited: venice, athens, prague

my favourite flowers are daffodils! i am also a big fan of sunflowers and peonies! and i loooooooooove the language of flowers and the symbolism of plants (i am a sucker for anything that feels a little niche, a little secret, a little you have to know to know)

oooooooooooh. pairing, and if we're counting only HP, would definitely be Tomarry! not sure about trope! i don't think i've ever written There Was Only One Bed before? it’s one of my favourites! I do have plans for it already and everything though so that will be sorted eventually 🥰

anonymously message me (3) things you want to know about me.

#ask games #m babbles

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koelnhbf · 4 years ago

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bump into you (knj) – masterlist

synopsis: as a high-achieving student from a poor background at SNU, your life has been all about studies. apart from your three friends, your time was divided between your dissertation and the independent bookshop you worked at after class. looking forward to buying the most sought-after book you desperately need for your thesis you notice the only way to keep it is to stash away a copy. what happens when your bookshop is a stranger’s last resort of buying the book? and what if your copy was the last one in all of seoul?

pairing: idol!namjoon x literaturestudent!reader

fic type: social media au

side ships: vet!park seo-joon x wildlifeconservationist!oc

genre: fluff, some attempted crack, angst and eventual smut

disclaimer: this is purely a work of fiction, the members’ personalities are, though inspired by what we know, merely what we imagine them to be in private.

release date: 30th of january 2021 !!

updates: 1-2 times a week, according to how much my supervisor at work annoys me <_<

A/N: the boys’ gc name always changes and is basically always a topic in their convos. this was supposed to be posted before christmas but life doesn’t always go as planned, so sorry for the christmas mood 3 weeks before valentine’s day. lastly: we have 18 chapters finished already which gives us time to keep working on this while publishing the chapters. co-written by @bitrecla

part 12.5 is uploaded as of 28/03/2021.

if a link isn’t working please message me. they appear on my laptop but not on my phone.

parts:

character profiles: yn & the gang

character profiles: namjoon & the gang

part one: take me out

part two: think of you 🖋

part three: who’s darlene

part four: fool

part five: nice young man 🖋

part five point five: you could never 🖋

part six: chains of oppression

part seven: #idkillforyou

part eight: namu 🖋

part nine: double ouch

part ten: black belt in karate

part ten point five: your henry?

part eleven: leave 🖋

part twelve: committeth a crime

part twelve point five: no biggie

part thirteen: you broke the child 🖋

A/N: i’m very sorry

part fourteen: lefou at best

part fifteen: this can’t go on 🖋

part sixteen: i don’t know this namjoon

part seventeen: tequila is nicer 🖋

part eighteen: loOoOoOoOoOve him

to be continued

note: if you want to be added to the tag-list you can either leave a message in my ask or under the chapters ♡

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jjungkookislife · 2 years ago

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I looooooooooved Christmas Cookies 😭 I loved the chaotic brothers and how the maknaes are just menaces 😂 Jin was also so adorable. He was such a doting boyfriend and him being worried that she’ll think his brothers are too much 🥺 but thank goodness she loves them just like they’re already family. And his parents already treating her as their daughter 🥰 The marriage proposal at the end was also fitting cause they are really good for each other. If I may ask though, what are the estimated ages of the boys and her? And also how long were Jin and her together? You don’t have to answer, I was just really curious. Anyways, I really had fun reading this 😊

I didn’t have an age for the reader other than finishing up school and then the boys were either a year or two apart except for Jimin and Tae. I don’t remember how I pictured them 😅😅

#b mail 💌

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helaelaemond · 1 year ago

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oh my goodness this was so healing to read

The way she was so excited to come to the capital and meet new people, how she's probably not used to the idea that her body is somrthing to ridicule as she's come from a unique place of the Iron Islands and how she was quickly forced to learn how she is seen. 'A swine wrapped in silk' feels like such a real insult, like something someone would say. I love the choice of animal though, harking back to the Pink Dread :'(

"Have I been found?"

AEMOND YOU DO NOT EVEN KNOW TO WHAT EXTENT YOU'RE ABOUT TO BE FOUND AHHHHHHHH and i loooooooooove her nervous laughter!!!!!!! Yessss she's not one to shy away, but she's still unsettled!!! And Aemond immediately trusting her like they have this instant connection where he believes what she says and he is the first to close distance between them!!!! Right away!!!!

bevy of bitches

OBSESEED WITH THIS PHRASING!!!!!!

there was a pain hinted with the little he would share when you two were alone, and his confidence in you made your heart soar.

the intimacy of this is just so beautiful, and then leading onto:

You could not help but cherish this time shared, your wit striving to hear his laughter which would weave into your heart, this intimacy writing itself in the marrow of your bones. You already knew you would revisit these memories when you grew old and gray, all too aware that the prince would still be expected to take a wife by the end of the week.

like, the role so many plus size women resign themselves to is the fat, funny friend and this internal thought process is so relatable and heart-wrenching here. She thinks all she can offer is the chance to make him smile without hoping for anything in return but the memory of them.

“My dear girl, I truly believe your stocky size would have you better suited for a broodmare,”

This is such a horrible (in the best way) comment to include too - reminds me of how fat women are told they have 'child bearing hips' or their size is described as 'motherly', 'you look like you give the best hugs' type thing. Devastating in the most realistic way! You've really handled the fatphobia that feels so real welll, and in the most tender and strangely comforting way. Especially given that it's immediately followed up with:

“Shall I gift her your tongue?”

“There is no need, your grace. I would much prefer a dance than to sour the belly of a dragon.”

SHE ATE WITH THAT I FEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! she said women support women (krakens support dragons)

The words still haunting her and driving her outside is so good too, like Aemond's one brief moment of chivalry isn't enough to overcome a week of ostracising and criticising.

Her absolute disbelief of his choice in her is so angsty my chest hurtssssssss it hurtssssss

“Would it have ever occurred to you that I find all of you attractive?”

HE KNOWS!!!!! HE UNDERSTANDS HER ALREADY!!!!!! HE UNDERSTANDS THAT THE COMMENTS HAVE MADE HER VIOLATED, UGLY, UNWORHTY AND UNATTRACTIVE, HE KNOWS AND HE'S SAYING THE RIGHT THINGS!!!!! MY HEART MY HEART!!!!!!

"If you would have me,” you now noticed the pink stain to his cheeks

HES NERVOUS TOO HES SO NERVOUS HE WANTS HER AND HE PRETENDS HES NOT NERVOUS SO THAT SHE FEELS SAFE TO BE VULNERABLE BUT HES SO NERVOUS HES BLUSHINGGGGGGG HE LOVES HER AHHHHHHHH AEMOND HAS A CRUSH ON HERRRRRRRRR AHHHH

Aemond remained respectful, of course, though you noticed how his touch lingered, his palm pressed to your lower back or his lips to your knuckles with his kiss.

my heart and pussy are aflutter GOD

He was already bare from the waist up, his doublet and tunic removed and draped over one of the chairs, his hands pausing at the laces of his trousers when his gaze met with yours. He pursed his lips a moment, his neck bobbing. “Would you…like me to help you undress?”

AHHHHH HES GOT HIS TITTIES OUTTTTT HAIR LOOSE TITTIES OUT DICK HARD, HEART RACING!!!!!!!! he loves her he wants her so bad im melting im melting he loves his fat wife his beautifully thick wife AAAAHHHHHH he wants to fuck her so bad ahhhhhhhhh his dick is hard and she hasnt even taken off her clothes yet JUST THE IDEA OF HER MAKES HIS PRETTY DICK SOOOOO HARD AHHHHH

Aemond smiling into their first deep kiss oh my god oh my god oh my god hes so fucjing happy and in love with his soft wife his soft in body and formidable in spirit wife ahhhhhhhhhhhh

His kiss devoured you, his passion pouring into you and you were all too willing to drown.

THE PRAISE AS HES EATING HER OUT AND FINGERING HERRRRRRRR CALLING HER TASTE SWEET FUCK FUCK FUCK MAKING HER COME BEFORE EVEN PENETRATING HER MAKING HER FEEL SO GOOD TUCKING HIS FACE INTO HER PRETTY AND THICK NECK WHILE HE FUCKS HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COMING SO HARD IT MAKES MER EYES WATER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UNTIL SHE SEES STARS ABOVE THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

im in fucking tears. this is so so so so so so beautiful and so fucking healing to read, this is phenominal and tender and a perfect way to handle the topic of ostracised bodies. I love you and I love this, wow just wow!!!!!!!!!!!

Hae iksā

Summary: Aemond has been tasked to find himself a wife. Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Plus Size Reader Word Count: 3.8k+ Warnings: AFAB Reader, kissing, oral (f receiving), fingering, grinding, p in v, overstimulation, loss of virginity implied, fat phobic comments are made and a Lannister acts like a cunt. Author's Note: Hey everyone! This story is based on this request:

And I took inspiration from the prompt from @writings-of-a-hufflepuff 💜 Thank you so much to my beloved beta reader @annikin-im-panicin for your insight, for your help, Ilysm 💜 Valyrian translations: Hae iksā is as you are, Sȳz riña is good girl 😈 Dividers by @saradika 💜

You never expected to catch the eye of Prince Aemond Targaryen, much less be wrapped in his arms as you both glided across the polished dance floor. It was a moment that came from the fairy tales with how he swept you away with his graceful lead.

It felt surreal to think how this was the very same prince whose notoriety began with the first bloodshed that inevitably threw the realm into civil war, and how it solidified when he brought it all to an end with his victory in what was now known as the Battle Above Gods Eye. He continued his regency until his brother, King Aegon II, had healed enough to ascend the Iron Throne once again.

The king decreed that the title Protector of the Realm remain seeded to Aemond, a new namesake that shadowed the last whispers of kinslayer. With his heroism now renowned, and ballads created to commemorate his bravery, it was the king who suggested that Aemond continue his bloodline.

There was the announcement of a grandiose festivity which began to breathe life back into Westeros’ economy, with ravens sent to every noble house, extending an invitation to every eligible noble lady.

This was how you came to King’s Landing.

It was the possibility of any bloodline to knit within the Targaryen dynasty that your father could not deny, and you were soon boarded onto a ship to Lannisport, taking a carriage with your septa to follow the Goldroad to the capital, your House flag and its embroidered kraken whipping in the air.

With your travels, your septa reiterated your purpose, an almost daily affirmation repeated, but your mind was also aware of all the ladies that would be in attendance and the probability of a moment alone with the prince was… well, not something that you would hold your breath for.

In truth, you were actually excited to visit the capital, the opportunity to meet and befriend the other noble ladies, though this optimism soon soured after your arrival. Road wearied, you were ushered by your septa and handmaidens assigned, washed and dressed in one of the many gowns stitched for this occasion: a bodice tightened to flatten your soft stomach and your chest pressed up for display. Though your whines were ignored as the corset strings were pulled, you felt rejuvenated, albeit breathless, when you were finally escorted to meet with the bevy of nobility from every kingdom, dressed in their finery and their murmured pleasantries.

At first you were aglow with the socializing prospect, though your excitement withered when you realized the quiet that washed over, the cruel curl of their lips as their eyes narrowed, their brows raised in mockery. Any attempt you made at conversing was met with an echo of patronizing response, but it was the hurtful comment of the Lady Lannister who boldly spoke, “I suppose even a swine wrapped in silk is allowed their chance,” that made you excuse yourself, slipping away to wander the corridors until you found an ornate oak doors propped open, leading into the athenaeum.

Here you found your salvation amongst the rows of shelving, your unshed tears drying while your fingertips brushed over the leatherbound spines.

“Have I been found?”

It was as if your soul ripped away from your body, flooded with the burning realization that you were not alone.

Prince Aemond Targaryen was tucked away in a window seat, a book resting on his lap. Though his expression remained severe, his tone did not indicate if truly was annoyed with your presence. Instead, he watched you, his lavender eye flitting with curiosity, perhaps, while his sapphire stone reflected in the sunlight that poured through the bay window.

“Forgive me, I had only wished for a moment alone before I was paraded as a prize to be won…”

This made you laugh, your hand quick to clamp over your mouth to muffle the sound, and you would have sworn you saw the flicker of amusement wash over his sharp features. “My apologies, your grace, I had not meant to impose,” and you blushed from his steady gaze. “I also am hoping for some solace with a good book, though I find myself on which to choose with this selection at hand…”

What you had not expected was Aemond pushing to stand up, towering over your steps as he took it upon himself to walk you up and down the shelving, taking the time to point out his personal favorites and listening when you spotted your own. When you finally settled on Iron and Rubies, you noticed his brow knit with his question. “Warrior women?”

“I must learn if I am expected to survive this–” and you paused on the word choice, bevy of bitches, held back by your good propriety, caged behind your teeth, and instead you chose to say, “–these festivities being held in your honor.”

The prince was watching you carefully as if he did not believe your words, but he did not press and instead offered a smile. It was warm, it was genuine, and you tucked this moment away in the pages of the book in your hands.

But moments like these would repeat itself through the sennight, with your days finding its repetition: it began with a parade of skirts that flounced to capture the attention of Prince Aemond, with their indifference towards you allowing you to slip away and return to the library.

Every day you found him awaiting you, a question poised on his lips about your opinions on the book you were reading, or sharing his complaints of the tasteless tactics shown by the ladies in attendance. You saw the loneliness that haunted the severity of his expression held, like a mask worn to keep everyone at bay; there was a pain hinted with the little he would share when you two were alone, and his confidence in you made your heart soar.

It soon came to the final night and his grace, King Aegon, had called for two sets of minstrels to be rotated for a continuous play of jovial melodies that the guests could dance too. The night swelled with the clash of instruments resonating through the arched ceiling, of laughter and the clinking of crockery as every mouth partook in the feast that took a month to prepare.

When you arrived, you were nearly ambushed by the very same Lady Lannister, pulling at your arm, almost pinching at the flesh shown past your quarter sleeve as she pulled you aside. “I am aware of your dalliance with the prince, Lady Greyjoy,” she began with a tone that struck cold against the length of your spine. “I am aware of your…friendship with Prince Aemond and feel compelled to impart some advice.”

Your back was to the celebration, the sounds of the lords invited trying to capture the attention of the ladies who were searching for the silver haired prince muffled in this moment. Your eyes narrowed onto her. “What advice would that be?”

“My dear girl, I truly believe your stocky size would have you better suited for a broodmare,” her painted lips continued with a sneer. “A comely lord, of course, for your status sake…”

“Shall I gift her your tongue?”

You had barely processed her insult when his distinct timbre cut through as sharp as the blade of Dark Sister which hung at his side. You saw how the Lannister girl pale before she turned towards the prince, falling into a curtsy so deep, that her knees nearly touched the marble floor.

“Your grace,” her spiteful tongue now stammered her words, “I was unaware that you had arrived–”

“Or perhaps I should have her fed to Vhagar so she can no longer offend my sight?” He interrupted, his gaze settled on you alone, watching for your response.

There was a sense of exhilaration that trilled your spine with this momentary power he presented so flippantly in this moment. You could not stop your smile. “There is no need, your grace. I would much prefer a dance than to sour the belly of a dragon.”

He then reached for your hand, his large palm enveloping yours to tuck into the crook of his arm and leading you out to the dance floor. Here, he showed that the grace he held with a blade translated seamlessly with the waltz, and your head swam with the close proximity to him, of the woodsy amber musk that held onto his doublet.

You then burned with the realization that every set of eyes were trained to watch, to gawk at how tenderly he held you in his arms.

I suppose even a swine wrapped in silk is allowed their chance.

When it ended, you curtsied, quick to escape out to an enclave, to be met by the night and fresh sea air that rolled from the Blackwater Bay, the crash of waves muting the party you left behind. Your hand pressed to your chest, your heart beating against your bones, and you focused on slow, deep breaths.

“Are you all right?”

Your blood began to rise to the surface as you spun on your heel to face the prince. He was dressed in black, sleek and tailored to his leane frame with his house sigil embroidered onto his chest and a cape draped across his broad shoulders with a forest green underlay that peeked with the breeze. He was poised, his arms knitted behind and rested on his lower back, his silver hair glowing in the silver moonlight.

You looked back over the bannister, your grip tightening on the stone. “Please, your grace, you have done more than enough for me this night–”

“Aemond,” his low tone halted your words and you looked back to see his large hand pressed to his chest. “Please, my lady, with how well we have gotten to know one another, I would wish that you would call me by my name.”

You could not help your incredulous noise to his request. “Forgive me, Aemond,” and the emphasis added on his name caused his lips to curl upwards, “but I am confused as to what game you are playing. We are both aware of what is expected of you–”

“That I am to find a wife,” he again interrupted.

Your lips pressed into a line, barring the frustration that threatened to spill, exasperated by his amusement that seemed to replace his usual stoicism. “Aemond,” your voice was strained, “I have truly enjoyed our time together, but now I must implore that you find your formidable wife as is expected, as I am certain she must exist,” and your hand waved flippantly back towards the entryway that led into the hall, into the sea of skirts swarming, “somewhere within the Keep.”

“I have already, Lady Greyjoy.”

You did not dare meet with his gaze, your eyes dropping to watch his leather boots take slow steps to where you were rooted on the terrace. It was something inevitable, something that you knew would happen, but still his words began to burn into your chest. “Oh. Then may I be the first to offer my congratulations.”

His amusement was still apparent in his tone. “For myself or for you?”

You blinked. “Aemond, you could not possibly pick…” and you faded away, still mulling over his words.

“Would it have ever occurred to you that I find all of you attractive?” Aemond pressed closer, his arm reaching, and you allowed him to take your hand, watching his slender fingers curl to hold, his thumb running along your knuckles. “I would not pick and choose parts of you that I love, and just ignore the rest. I find that you, as a whole, are exactly what I have been hoping for,” and a sly smile played on his lips, “in a formidable wife.”

It tore the air from your lungs, but his warmth kept you grounded in this moment. “Love,” was all you could manage. It was not a question, but you were unbelieving still.

He leaned forward, the silk spill of his hair, his gaze locked onto you. “Yes,” his finger touched the underside of your chin, holding your attention. “I believe it began from the moment we met in the library, but it has become a certainty as we continued to cross paths. If you would have me,” you now noticed the pink stain to his cheeks, “I wish to announce that you would become my wife.”

“Me?” You felt numb from his confession, from the nip of the cold air.

He hummed again, stepping ever closer. “Yes. I love you,” and you could feel the warmth of his breath fanning your cheeks, “just as you are.”

With the announcement of your betrothal, the Red Keep was emptied of the excess nobles to begin preparations. Your fingers felt numb when you wrote the letter to your father: Prince Aemond Targaryen has chosen me to be his wife. The freedom you once shared in the library was now monitored under a spyglass; Aemond remained respectful, of course, though you noticed how his touch lingered, his palm pressed to your lower back or his lips to your knuckles with his kiss.

His subtle gestures were for you alone and it left you wanting more.

The ceremony was intimate with only his family and your septa present. You felt dazed from the attention shown that day, scrubbed raw and hair prepared, the corset tightened around your silk chemise before your heavy gown was placed over. Your ears burned as your septa tried to prepare what wifely duties would be expected, a trepidation curling at the base of your spine.

The vows were exchanged with a chaste kiss, and soon your fingers were tucking into the crook of his arm, his large palm covering your own as he escorted you towards the marital chambers, a party in tow. It was then you saw the dragon that thrummed beneath when his voice commanded the room to empty, finally leaving you alone with your husband.

There was a moment and he stepped further into the now empty room, while a bashfulness crept into your bones, your hands trembling to remove the cloak as your eyes fell towards the bed made. You were now painfully aware of the intimacy that would be required and your eyes dared to look over to Aemond.

You were choked on your breath with the sight of Aemond, as he seemed to be carved from marble, lean and lithe and marred by silver scars of the battles won, decorating across his chest. He was waiting, the gleam of the candlelight on the sapphire placed in his scarred socket, and when you gave a shy nod you saw the shimmer of his hair that spilled over his shoulders with his slow steps to close the space between you.

Your eyes fell to the lines that cut into his hips, dipping below the waistband of his trousers that rested on his slender waist; your eyes widened at the laces already loosened, at his bulge that strained against the crotch.

Aemond was now close enough to touch, his hands warm as always, returning your attention to his bicolored gaze. You were burning with his heady gaze, from the fire you knew to be knitted with the ichor of his veins. He leaned forward until his brow touched with your own, your breathing a sweet exchange with the scent of the Dornish wine served.

“I would not wish to hurt you,” his hum punctuating his pause, his vow to you, “I will go with whatever pace that you set.”

And so you kissed him.

Aemond hummed again, his lips soft and sweet and so very warm against yours. It was not chaste like in the chapel and you dared to deepen the kiss, feeling his grin against your mouth and his clever tongue curling to taste.

You gasped softly and his arms wrapped to pull you flushed to his chest, enveloping you in his warmth, in his woodsy musk of sandalwood and ash. A heat began to pool at your lower back, slowly permeating throughout, sending your heart aflutter. When he pulled away, you could not control the small noise you made and it was met with an almost roguish grin, his hand taking yours to lead you to the bed.

Aemond turned to face you and you nearly choked on your nerves as his fingers began to gently unfasten the latches and laces confining you within your gown, pulling away the layers until all that remained was your chemise and the smallclothes worn under. Your arms folded across your chest to shield, to shy away, but he was quick to wrap his large hand around your wrist, pulling lightly until your arms dropped back to your sides.

It was then that you noticed the black that eclipsed the lavender of his eye.

“Gevie,” he breathed, closing the space once more to capture your mouth. His kiss devoured you, his passion pouring into you and you were all too willing to drown. His hands roamed to peel away the remaining layers, a red stain to his sharp features and his lips kiss-swollen and parted as he looked over your nakedness.

“Gevie,” he repeated, pulling you to lay back onto the bed.

You sunk into the pillows and he climbed on top, now bare himself, his tongue relentless to lave every curve, every roll of your skin showing until the heat prickling began to consume you, his love bites flushing their dark plumes against your skin. You writhed beneath him, breathless and flushed, before he finally settled between your thighs, his fingers dimpling with his hold.

His exhale tickled the warmth that pooled between, and then Aemond pressed forward to place an intimate kiss to the bloom above your entrance. Your lips parted with a wordless cry as his tongue began to taste, his low groan reverberating your bones beneath.

“Just as sweet as I imagined,” he murmured between your folds and you were burning with how his clever tongue now pulled you towards an unknown edge.

You gasped, louder than before, with the gentle prod of his fingers that were slick with his spit, curling with purpose within your velvet walls. You nearly cried out as sparks of white danced in front of your eyes, the heat that had been pooling now coursing throughout and returning to tighten in your lower abdomen.

Aemond continued his ministrations, his tone growing husky with his encouragement, “Yes, my sweet wife, just like that,” as your pleasure began to spill, pulsing around his fingers that continued to coax you through your completion.

It was otherworldly and you only felt grounded with the welcomed heat that permeated from Aemond, feeling him shift to slot his slender waist between your thighs. You cant your hips to cradle him in your hips and Aemond lowered to press his length against your silken folds with a delicious pressure that had you shudder.

He swallowed your soft whimper with a sweet kiss, his hands roaming to hold you close for the slow rut of his hips against you. You felt raw from your prior release, and the mixture of pleasure and pain was now amplified when his head dipped lower, his kisses tickling and tasting the sheen of sweet across your chest and neck.

“Aemond,” you gasped and he hummed again, his perpetual smirk playing across his lips that captured your own again.

His mouth trailed your cheek, pressing to the soft divot below your jaw, and the rekindled heat began to lick at your spine, spreading in response. “Are you all right,” he murmured against your skin and you could only nod an eager yes, your words gone along with the trepidation from before, wiped away with his mouth and his tongue.

This earnestness seemed to please him and his low timbre praised you. “Sȳz riña,” and you burned with embarrassment for being unfamiliar to the foreign tongue he spoke so sweetly to you.

His arm then moved between and you felt a blunt pressure at your entrance. Your fingers dug into his shoulder blades, beckoning him forward, and he followed with his gentle thrusts, pushing slowly past the slight resistance and sinking into your wet warmth.

You sighed when he fully sheathed, a pleasant stretch to accommodate his girth, and only when he saw your contentment did Aemond relax, melting against your softness. His head tucked into the curve of your neck, his low groan chorused your sweet sounds to this new sensation.

Aemond then stilled, waiting until your hands moved to cup his jaw, your thumb careful to trace, and you whispered words, “I am fine.” You assured him, you begged him for more, and he responded with a slow rut against you.

Your pleasure began to build with his pace, a passion that was rooted even deeper, and your thighs lifted to tighten around his waist, your soft cries encouraging him to quicken. Aemond snapped his hips against yours, and your pleasure began to expand, returning with the flutter of your walls as he continued, hitting a spot within that has your swearing that the stars now shone bright above the marital bed.

It consumed you both, with your tears pearling in the corners of your eyes and Aemond following after, his thrusts sloppy as he spilled inside of you.

You both stretched onto the mattress, flushed and spent, a comfortable silence punctuated with the crackle of candles that had been lit in the bedchamber. After he caught his breath did Aemond move to grab you, pulling you against his chest, his fingers trailing over to follow the length of your spine and back, his sweet murmured concern for your wellbeing.

You felt flustered from his attention, promising him that you felt fine, that it was nothing more than a delicious, dull ache between your thighs.

His large hand then cupped the side of your face, his chin tilting forward to press a kiss to your hairline. “Gevie,” Aemond hummed, a low rumble in his chest.

You could not help but ask him. “What is that word?”

His thumb stroked your cheek with his translation, “Beautiful.” It was stated as if it was the most obvious thing, your chest swelling with an emotion, bursting at the seams as he kissed your lips again.

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bestie do you really think it's funny to make me cry?

OK WHERE DO I START AUJHUJHDSDUJHFV

deep bre-INCOHERENT SCREAMING

That's it. that's all I have to say.

THEY PASSED THE CHILD PROTECTION BILL I'M GONNA BE CRYING IN A CORNER IF ANYONE NEEDS ME

All those shadowhunters who ran back to Idris I hope you starve to death there. have fun!

Anjali is so awesome OH MY GOD I LOVE HER ALREADY

Rafael is THAT kid I see...it suits him so well.

It had been two very long years stuck in this small office room. But every time Alec saw the way David giggled when Lexi called her father Jalapeno poppers or some other equally ridiculous name, Alec knew it was worth all the trouble.

THIS OMG I'M NOT OK

Alec wondered if that’s why so many leaders before him had been awful. It was easy to be a bad leader. But it took effort to be a good one.

This is so true...I'm so proud of him...

Dani...bestie THAT IMMORTALITY CRISIS WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME. I know it's gonna happen but I was having a very good day. why do you hurt me in such ways... (I'm pretty sure my family thinks I'm mentally unstable after the way I screamed reading)

“Anjali,” Diego sighed. “What have I told you about doors?”

“Knock them down?”

“I said knock on them!” Diego corrected, shaking his head. “Not knock them down!”

I'm in love.

HUHYUHKSDYKFVYUFVYU ALEC'S CONSUL VOICE I'M SCREAMING

SIMON BESTEST!! HIM SORTING THE STUDENTS INTO THESE GROUPS I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!! AND ANJALI BESTIE GOOD LUCK AT BEATING THE SEELIES!! (good luck with stealing the weapons)

well, Rafael do you perhaps have a little crush? (Grammarly ik I'm writing in lowercase stfu)

ok ok I know this is pretty sad but every time someone gives Magnus or Alec the "you haven't talked to him yet?" look I start laughing-

ALEC'S SO CLUELESS ABOUT MAX AND DAVID I CANT-

“So, you are just going to leave me here and go to York then?” Max demanded now; all puppy dog eyes. “Like my mom left me at the academy?”

Yeah. He took the news a little too well.

MAX PLAYING THE ADOPTED CARD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

“Is it because you don’t like me?” Max pouted again. “Like my mom…Who left me all alone.”

“You can’t play the adopted card with me, you lil shit,” Rafael laughed. “I’m adopted too.”

I'M SO IN LOVE LEAVE ME ALONE

AWW MAX SEEING THE INSTITUTE AND IMMEDIATELY GOING "David would love this" ISTG THIS KID I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

“Weren’t you listening to a podcast on Mayan Civilization during breakfast?” Alec raised an eyebrow.

“Bapak said it’s historically accurate!” Rafe argued.

“Bapak is not that old!” Alec countered.

“Maybe he is,” Max said, analyzing the paintings on the walls. “Maybe you don’t know it.”

“Excuse me, I know how old my husband is,” Alec said indignantly.

“Then where are the receipts dad?” Max asked. “Show us the receipts!”

Where are the receipts, Alec? EXACTLY!

THANK GOD SOMEONE ELSE HAS CAUGHT ON TO MAX'S VERY OBVIOUS CRUSH

“I think he likes David,” Rafe whispered.

“Of course he does,” Alec whispered back. Why were they whispering? “David is a sweet boy.”

“No. I think he ‘likes him’ likes him,” Rafael giggled.

Alec looked at his son sharply. “But-He is..Da..They are children!”

“You’ve never heard a childhood crush?” Rafe grinned.

“No, I was too busy…studying,” Alec sniffed.

“That’s not what I heard,” Rafael bit his lip. “I heard you had a thing for boys in motorcycle jackets.”

“Okay that’s it! You are not allowed to hang out at Hotel Dumort anymore,” Alec said.

Really Alec? Studying? REALLY???

MAX AND RAFE RACING TO THE TRAINING ROOM!!!

the reference to the infernal devices...I'M GONNA KILL THE ALREADY DEAD STARKWEATHERS! I'M ABOUT TO DO SOME NECROMANCY SHIT TO BRING THOSE FUCKERS BACK JUST TO KILL THEM SLOWLY

Hugs max it's gonna be ok buddy.

In that moment, Alec remembered all the talks.

He remembered how his mother had lectured Izzy about not going out alone late at night, but she hadn’t said anything to Jace or Alec.

He remembered the way Jem spoken quietly to Mina in soft Mandarin about how people might call her names, but he hadn’t said anything to Kit.

He remembered the way Julian had told Ty to be careful about kissing his boyfriend in public, but he hadn’t said anything to Dru.

I hate this so damn much. I hate it. It sucks how there will always be people who will be targeted for being born the way they are. Whether it be skin color, sexuality, body type, or anything, people will always fucking talk and make the world unsafe for certain people just because they aren't generic male cishets. If you're a girl you're in danger. If you're a POC you're in danger, If you're neurodivergent you're in danger. If you're a member of the LGBTQ community you're in danger. If you're disabled you're in danger. If you're part of any minority you're in danger. If you dare to be different you're in danger. Fuck people. I'm a queer POC female and it's scary. I don't want to be always checking my surroundings when I'm out. I shouldn't have to feel this scared walking out of my own house but I do and it sucks. Ok, I feel like I'm derailing from the main point here.

Sorry for that just got really heated for a second there.

NO NOT THE NIGHTMARE. BABY NO

DAVID MY CHILD!! OMG, HE'S GONNA TAKE UP ARCHERY SOMEONE HOLD ME WHILE I CRY!

“This is who you are,” David said, his voice oddly soft now. Softer than usual. “And you’re beautiful.”

Alec blinked at that.

“Blue,” David said quickly. “I meant you’re blue. Uh, yes.”

BESTIE I SAW WHAT YOU SAID THERE. WE ALL DID

Also, alec sitting outside max's room...IM GONNA-

“David is in there,” Alec whispered. “I just wanted to…check…if everything was okay.”

“Alexander, are you spying on our child?” Magnus demanded. “Without me???”

“What? No! I-”

“Move over!” Magnus sank down next to him. “What are they saying? Are they kissing?”

“WHAT? They are not kissing!” Alec said in alarm. “Wait. Are they???”

He couldn’t hear anything now. Alec panicked.

“I haven’t talk to the kids about kissing yet,” Magnus pointed out. “We can’t talk to Max without talking to Rafael first.”

“Wait. Is Rafael kissing people???”

“Rafael is not kissing people,” Rafael replied as he walked past them to the kitchen. “Also, you guys are shit at whispering.”

Alec rolled his eyes at him and turned to Magnus. “It’s stressful enough that we need to talk about racism in the shadow world. Now we need to talk about kissing??”

“And other stuff,” Magnus chuckled.

Alec groaned into Magnus’ shoulder. “By the angel. Fine. We’ll just tell them there is no kissing. Until they are 30.”

“Hypocrite,” Rafael coughed into his hand as he walked back to the table with a bag of chips.

THIS WHOLE SCENE OH MY GOD.

And srsly alec? 30? really? whips out the extract "kissed" from cassie's website According to my files here-

“And David?”

“Yes, sir?”

“The bedroom door stays open from now on.”

David blinked, his cheeks pink. “I…What?”

“Door stays open,” Alec said, lowering his voice, just a register. “Is that understood?”

AYY ALEC DAD MODE YUCDUHDFHFUHJIUHC THIS IS SO AMAZING IM GONNA SCREAM

Alec advising David with the bow is so close to my heart...IDK WHY IT JUST IS

That conversation...PEOPLE FUCKING SUCK I HOPE HUMANS GO EXTINCT BECAUSE I SURE AM READY TO DIE SO LET'S TAKE THE EARTH DOWN-

“Why don’t shadowhunters have acne?”

"What?" Alec blinked.

“Their skin is like so freaking perfect and smooth and they can just freaking go through puberty without a one freaking pimple and don’t even get me started on the freaking dimples and then-”

Magnus started laughing. Alec felt a little confused.

EXACTLY MY THOUGHTS !!!!! THAT DAMN ANGEL BLOOD

That part about how we normalize these little things which are actually hurtful...I didn't realize that. I guess we really do, huh? This just made me want to be more careful with others and if I feel others do this with me, to stop them and correct them.

I loved this chapter so much. You're such a great writer.

I wanted to share something of my own now!! I FINALLY GOT MY COPY FOR RWARB!!!! I told my parents it was a thriller about how the first son and the prince forge a friendship and discover secrets about the government and the monarchy-

The place I bought it from sent me a very cute bookmark. It's a pride bookmark and it's just my first ever pride merch and I'm close to tears. Let's just say my family isn't the most accepting so this bookmark's really precious to me

Sorry, the quality isn't the best. I was in a hurry. It's almost 4 am now I'm gonna try and sleep (I'm gonna reorganize my bookshelf). See you on Tuesday!!

Thank you so much. I love reading your comments. They are so honest and full of life. You are going to LOVE rwrb. It's such a good book and it's so romantic and raw and perfect. Lmao about your parents. What they don't know can't hurt them ;) And I loooooooooove your bookmark. Be gay. Do crime.

PS -

"It sucks how there will always be people who will be targeted for being born the way they are. Whether it be skin color, sexuality, body type, or anything, people will always fucking talk and make the world unsafe for certain people just because they aren't generic male cishets. If you're a girl you're in danger. If you're a POC you're in danger, If you're neurodivergent you're in danger. If you're a member of the LGBTQ community you're in danger. If you're disabled you're in danger. If you're part of any minority you're in danger. If you dare to be different you're in danger. Fuck people. I'm a queer POC female and it's scary. I don't want to be always checking my surroundings when I'm out. I shouldn't have to feel this scared walking out of my own house but I do and it sucks. Ok, I feel like I'm derailing from the main point here."

THIS IS THE MAIN POINT. YOU GOT IT. SO CONGRATS <3

#THANK YOU ;)#lbaf

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