#i sure don’t rippppp

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guess who’s got brainrot again!!!! that’s right it’s ya boy

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Wtf

Your honor she's the best girl

The maids pick a pretty green dress, that looks like a miniature of the ones your mother wears. You feel really pretty in it, so you give a few spins, shrieking with laughter at how the silk skirt opens up like a flower in full bloom.

You stare at yourself in the mirror, and pretend you are a Queen, too. You puff up your small chest, and push your shoulders back.

“The maiden will be taken.” Helaena mutters, a chubby fist coming to grasp your skirt. You pull away.

“Of course.” She gives her blessing, carefully tracing the Seven Pointed Star on your forehead. “Aemond and you are just like your uncle Gwayne and I used to be.”

GIRLLLL ALICENT SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

Alicent pulling her hair fr PLS LISTEN TO HELAENA also she so cutie with her chubby fist

The trips outside the nursery are novelties for you. As you grow old, you will come to realize your mother was frightened by Helaena’s odd behavior, and didn’t want to let you out of her sight for very long in case you turned out like her. But unlike your siblings, you are no dreamer and you are no dragonrider.

Alicent: let me shelter my child to keep her safe. This will be ok. Kekeoksksksk doomed by the narrative

“Run off!” Your mother orders. “Before I regret it.”

Famous last words

You will build wings of your own, one day. But you do not yet know that, do you?

ICARUS DONT

Your own protector is Aemond. He says one day he will grow into a knight and slay all those that mock you for not having a dragon. You love your brother. He has kind eyes, and steady hands. He never minds playing dolls with you.

😭😭😭😭😭😭 WAIT I LOVE AEMOND I STARTED THINKING THIS WAS AN AEMOND FIC

You take pride in imitating mother. You wear her slippers, sometimes, and practice your curtsies until they look just like the graceful drop she does when you see the King. One day, you will perfect them, but for now, your tiny knees and short legs don’t quite allow it.

😭😭😭 THE POISON DRIPS OR WHATEVER THE FUCK THAT MEANS

You stare at the boy with interest. So this is Aegon.

It makes so much sense that she doesn't know aegon 😔😭

“Is Helaena coming too?” Aegon drawls. He doesn’t seem much enthused by the prospect. Probably because he thinks girls are icky. Aemond has told you so, especially when you want to cuddle.

You get the feeling he might be one of the boys that Aemond intends to slay when you are older. You are not too sure why Aegon would mock him for not having a dragon. No one mocks you, and you don’t have one either.

She is so precious I fucking love stories in childrens pov. me writing a fic like this when (spoiler: no)

“Oh, Cole, let the boys have their fun.” The tallest, hugest man you have ever seen, says. He appears to have just entered the courtyard, and you watch, amazed, as he squats next to you. “Aren’t you going to be a little heartbreaker when you grow up?”

HARWIN STRONG MENTIONED RAAHHHH THEY SHOULD HAVE GIVEN US MORE OF HARWIN AND RHAENYRA AND I WILL NEVER FORGIVE THEM FOR IT

“Here.” The giant says, and very delicately cuts a strip off your sleeve. You watch in amazement as he twists it and turns it into a ribbon. He presents it to you with a flourish.

🤨🤨🤨😱😱😱😰😰😰 FUCKING HELL WHAT THE FUCK WHY DID HE RIPPPPP HER FUCKING DRESS HARWIN HELLO???????? POOKIE THAT IS A CHILD'S TOP HELLO THAT IS NOT OK SO WHAT YOURE STRONG I WILL BREAK *YOUR" BONES

“One for me, too. Wish me luck, sweet sister.”

🙄✋🙅‍♀️🤽‍♀️

She had always thought she was sparing you, by keeping you unmarried. After seeing Helaena’s misery in her marriage to Aegon, and her own torture at Viserys’ hands, she had hoped to save you from that same fate. Things would have been so different if she had married you off.

THE POISON DRIPS OR WHATEVER THE FUCK or actually idk lol

You would be safe. Either in a castle far away from King’s Landing, or under your twin’s watchful eye. Aemond had grown into a violent man, a terrifying one, but remained loving towards his sisters. Aegon would have had better luck stealing you from the Cannibal than from under his vigilance.

DAMN.

But Viserys is dead. Alicent won’t be silent any longer. She grasps a lantern, and her sturdiest boots, and begins to patrol King’s Landing herself.

Alicent they could never make me hate you

They will say later that the Queen dowager walked a thousand days and a thousand nights, searching for her daughter. And that she never stopped lighting the candles on your windowsill, not even when Queen Rhaenyra took the Red Keep, not even when the Prince Aemond was vanished after telling her upsetting news. When asked why, her words were simple.

MSKIEKEDKKSMSKKSOEKEKKE GIRLLLLLL NAUR THIS ALONE COULD BE AN INCREDIBLE FIC WHY DOES ALICENT LIGHT A CANDLE KEKSMMSMSMSM HOLY FUCKING SHIT WAIIIIT I HAVE AN IDEA 😭😭😭

Do you ever feel like you need to run away from everything?

AEMOND IS TASKED with finding you, a task that enrages him and fills him with pride in equal parts. He is torn between the hash feeling of your betrayal, of your abandonment, and the fact that he has been tasked with something of such importance. Finally, time for him to prove his worth.

I understand him actually but also take it down 10 notches this aint about you

All the time, sweet sister.

I.m f1n3

With Aegon dead, he would force you to wed him, saving you from dishonor. It would be your punishment for leaving. Aemond would enjoy your enraged face as you were forced to sit with him on the Iron Throne. Unlike Aegon, he didn’t want to bed you, but he enjoyed annoying you for sport. Nothing would annoy you more than being forced to be Queen.

💀💀💀💀💀💀🤽‍♀️🤽‍♀️🤽‍♀️🤽‍♀️🤽‍♀️🤽‍♀️🤽‍♀️ AEMOND???????

You had gotten up so you could pass the bread to your mother, when Aegon glanced at your prone form, and gave you a hearty slap on the arse.

The dress had elicited mixed reactions. Your father and grandfather had both stumbled, as they were seeing a ghost. But Aegon? Aegon loved it.

I LOVE THIS FOR THEM A REMINDER THAT ALICENT WAS ONCE A GIRL WHO HAD A MOTHER AND THEY BOTH TAINTED HER FUCK THEM

🧍‍♀️ I just know that shit echoed when the room went silent

The rest of the guests watched, before laughter rang across the silent hall. It was Daemon, lifting a cup to Aegon. The other guests followed in the merriment, laughing at the fondling you had just received.

Daemon shut the fuck up challenge failed fuck you white ass rat dafaq

Your newest game consists on slipping him notes during the day, exchanging them in the corridors as you bump shoulders and pretend not to know each other, or tucking them in the pockets of his doublets. Aegon even slips you some back, into the pockets of your cloaks.

🥺����🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭😭✋✋✋✋✋ that's so fucking cute of both of them what the fuck 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 rip aegon you would have loved doing this fr fr

It's wrong. Aegon is a married man. And yet… Yet. You have always been the perfect daughter, mirror to Aemond in your dutifulness. A pious lady, respectful of the Seven and her elders. You can have this small thing, surely.

Even now only women suffer fuck that shit helaena I'm sorry

“Does father? Grandsire?” You challenge.

🤨☝️ viserys said him and daemon went through all the brothels at like 16 or whatever the fuck

The eve before Queen Alicent’s death, something compels her to get out of her bed and search your old rooms. The pain doesn’t let her sleep, tortures her at night. Her own mind is a labyrinth that traps her, filled with monsters that will kill her.

“And I swear, your sister has the prettiest teats in the Seven Kingdoms!” He bellows, before burping.

I am once again asking men to gouge their eyes out

😀 she died. She died of a broken heart. 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️ Wow so this is what it feels to be at the receiving end of angst... 😫🤣👍 NICE DELICIOUS HAHAHHAHA SLAYEDDDD

Daedalus (Aegon Targaryen x Reader)

Summary: On the eve of Aegon’s coronation, both of you disappear. Your mother imagines a thousand scenarios. But were you really abducted by him or is it a simple coincidence?

Warnings: Pretty mild. Aegon. Some mentions of marital rape (Viserys, we are looking at you) Mature language. Infidelity (Poor Helaena) Fluff.

A/N: My first Aegon fic! Whoever manages to catch all my Greek mythology references will get a gift ;) Try to claim it in the asks, replies or reblogs.

“THE INVENTOR IS trapped.” Helaena says, sitting down by your side with her doll. She drops it to the floor as if it means nothing, and you hurry to pick the babe up. You cradle the doll in your arms and give it a toothy smile.

Your Lady Mother sighs. It’s a long-suffering sound. You are too young to understand the why, but she is looking at Helaena in a weird way.

“Why don’t you go get dressed and ask your maids to take you to the courtyard?” She asks, tapping your head with a gentle finger. You jump up, overjoyed. You have been begging your Lady Mother to go out for ages! Your twin, Aemond, is always allowed out of the nursery, but for you, it’s a rare luxury.

In your excitement about finally going to see what he does when he is not visiting, you forget about Helaena’s words.

The maids pick a pretty green dress, that looks like a miniature of the ones your mother wears. You feel really pretty in it, so you give a few spins, shrieking with laughter at how the silk skirt opens up like a flower in full bloom.

Helaena blinks from her place on the floor.

“I am scared.” She says, tugging on your mother’s skirts. “There is a beast beneath the floorboards.”

Your mother’s gaze shift from you towards Helaena. Her face twists.

“It’s fine. There is nothing there.”

You stare at yourself in the mirror, and pretend you are a Queen, too. You puff up your small chest, and push your shoulders back.

“I want to see my knight.” You say, placing your hand inside one of the hand of the maid. The woman smiles, indulgently.

Your mother laughs.

“Of course.” She gives her blessing, carefully tracing the Seven Pointed Star on your forehead. “Aemond and you are just like your uncle Gwayne and I used to be.”

“Why is he not here?” You ask her, full of youthful impertinence. You cannot fathom why your Uncle Gwayne is apart from Mother, if they are like you and Aemond. Your twin and you can never be parted, for you are two halves of a whole.

“Because, sometimes, girls are sent away from their families, to start a family of their own.” She explains, brushing your hair back.

“I will not! I will stay with Aemond.”

Your mother sighs. She looks between Helaena and you.

“The maiden will be taken.” Helaena mutters, a chubby fist coming to grasp your skirt. You pull away.

“Run off!” Your mother orders. “Before I regret it.”

So you do. Your maid takes you to the courtyard, where Aemond is training. She gestures to Ser Cole, to notify him of your arrival, and the knight bows his head in acknowledgement. You change hands as fluidly as silver dragons do.

Ser Criston is careful to prop you up a set of stairs, from where you can safely observe what your twin is doing. At eight summers, you are a quiet but cheerful girl, who doesn’t dare stray from what she knows.

The trips outside the nursery are novelties for you. As you grow old, you will come to realize your mother was frightened by Helaena’s odd behavior, and didn’t want to let you out of her sight for very long in case you turned out like her. But unlike your siblings, you are no dreamer and you are no dragonrider.

You will build wings of your own, one day. But you do not yet know that, do you?

Currently, you do not dare stray away from the perch the ever watchful Ser Criston has placed you in. You like Ser Criston. He is a knight, and wears your mother’s favor each time there is a tournament. You find him very handsome, and like the idea of your mother having a protector on him.

Your own protector is Aemond. He says one day he will grow into a knight and slay all those that mock you for not having a dragon. You love your brother. He has kind eyes, and steady hands. He never minds playing dolls with you.

He is now busy playing with his own dolls, though. You feel a bit confused because you would never treat yours like that. He hacks at them with his sword, whacking them so hard some straw starts to come out of them. You frown.

Aemond will later tell you these are not dolls, but rather practice opponents, filled with the righteous fury boys get when accused of acting like girls. You do not know what is so shameful about it.

As you watch him, oblivious to the rest of the world, a heavy hand falls on your shoulder, making you jump.

“So mother finally left you out of the nursery, huh?” A boy, older than you and Aemond, ruffles your hair. You squeak, trying to get away. You had sat still for nearly an hour for the maids to braid you a crown like the ones your mother wore. He isn’t going to ruin it.

You take pride in imitating mother. You wear her slippers, sometimes, and practice your curtsies until they look just like the graceful drop she does when you see the King. One day, you will perfect them, but for now, your tiny knees and short legs don’t quite allow it.

“Prince Aegon!” Ser Criston interrupts, rescuing you from the older boy. “Leave the Princess alone! Come, you and the other… Princes are late.”

You stare at the boy with interest. So this is Aegon. Your older brother, the one that never bothers with visiting the nursery. Your mother and grandsire speak of him in hushed tones, and Aemond is much more open about his disdain. He is meant to be a rowdy boy, forever teasing him.

You get the feeling he might be one of the boys that Aemond intends to slay when you are older. You are not too sure why Aegon would mock him for not having a dragon. No one mocks you, and you don’t have one either.

“Is Helaena coming too?” Aegon drawls. He doesn’t seem much enthused by the prospect. Probably because he thinks girls are icky. Aemond has told you so, especially when you want to cuddle.

You pout. No one is paying attention to you, Aemond too focused on his exercises and Aegon and Ser Criston carrying a whole conversation over your head.

“No, Princess Helaena is…” But whatever Ser Criston is about to say is interrupted because two brown haired boys are running in, carrying their swords. His face sours, twisting in the same way mother’s does when Helaena says something strange. “You are late.”

“Hello!” The bigger boy says, stopping in front of you. He has dark eyes and hair, so different from your siblings and Ser Criston. He looks a bit like mother, actually, and it makes you jealous. “You are Aemond’s twin?”

The mention of your beloved brother brings you out of your sulk.

“I am!” You are proud of your older brother. So much, you do not even mind being known as his twin. He is an accomplished prince, and very nice to you.

“She does have a name.” Aemond steps in, setting down his sword. Always your protector. “And it should be Princess to you.”

“I am a Prince too!” The boy is very cheerful. The notion makes you frown. You do not know a Prince or King with dark hair, but you have heard in Dorne there is a royal family who has it, so maybe he is from there. “Will you stay to watch us train?”

“I came to see Aemond.” You explain, meeting his eyes over this other prince's head. Your brother gives a smug little smile. “I’ll stay if he does.”

“In that case, can I have your favor, my Princess?” The other prince asks you, face serious. Ser Criston looks like he is tasting something bitter. You aren’t too sure why.

“This is not a tournament. Now, if we may begin…”

“Oh, Cole, let the boys have their fun.” The tallest, hugest man you have ever seen, says. He appears to have just entered the courtyard, and you watch, amazed, as he squats next to you. “Aren’t you going to be a little heartbreaker when you grow up?”

He boops your nose, making you giggle. You find you like his eyes.

“Of course you are here, Strong. Late, too.” Ser Criston looks even more annoyed. Aegon giggles. Aemond continues hacking at the doll. You wonder if you asked, they would let you try. “I am not bringing the Princess to practice again if the boys can’t focus.”

That makes you sad. You wish to come back, especially because you had never thought the world outside your nursery could be so fascinating. There are foreign princes, and giants, and knights, and Aemond. You have to know more.

“It’s not her fault.” The giant defends you. You decide that you like him already. “Prince Jacaerys is just curious. Let’s indulge him. You favor, little lady, to your knight?”

You giggle. The thought of giving your favor is an exciting one. You will be just like mother with Ser Criston, even if this is no real tourney!

“Are you serious?” Aegon asks, to no one in particular. “This is foolish.”

You check your pockets, but you have nothing beyond a few dust bunnies.

“I don’t have a ribbon. Or a handkerchief.”

“Here.” The giant says, and very delicately cuts a strip off your sleeve. You watch in amazement as he twists it and turns it into a ribbon. He presents it to you with a flourish.

“You cannot do that to the Princess!” Ser Criston intercedes, picking you up. He places you against the wall. His face is angry. “Enough!”

Suddenly, a guilty thought strikes you. Aemond is still hacking at his doll, shoulders set in a tense line. You came to watch him, not this boy. You have to support your twin.

“Ser Criston?” Your voice is small. You fear upsetting the knight further. “Can we give half my favor to Aemond?”

Aegon looks at you. He steps closer, and examines your face as if you are a particularly interesting creature.

“Why would you want to give your favor to him?” He complains. “He doesn’t even have a dragon, and he is at most four feet. Not much for a knight, is he?”

It angers you, how he dares make fun of your twin. Aemond suffers deeply the lack of a dragon, just as you do. Your jaw clenches, baby teeth clanking together with how hard you grit them.

“He is mine.” You turn towards Aegon, words failing you to convey exactly how much you support and root for your brother. “I am sure he will win.”

Something passes in Aegon’s eyes. Something like the look Aemond gets when there are talks of dragons, or the one you used to get when thinking of spending time outside the nursery and lessons. But it only lasts a second, and then he is tugging on the strip of cloth that has been cut from your dress.

“One for me, too. Wish me luck, sweet sister.”

“THE CITY HAS been turned upside down, my Queen.” Ser Criston says, frowning. “There is no sign of them.”

Alicent collapses in her loveseat, her knees falling to hold her. Her poor, precious girl. The one more like her, the kindest one. The perfect half and companion to Aemond.

Aegon had taken you, in an unexpected show of wickedness. Oh, that devious Aegon. She would say the crown had gone to his head, but he had barely had time to learn of his father’s death before fleeing the Red Keep.

It was all her fault. If Alicent had been firmer, if she had put a stop to his transgression earlier, he would not have dared abduct you. But she had been too lenient, excusing his deviance in his Targaryen blood, and refused to act when she found him touching himself in windows, or fondling the serving girls.

Oh, but to take such liberties with one’s sister! Oh! He would have never dared, had she not encouraged the match with Helaena. It was no wonder he had turned towards you, and thought himself with the right to take. Alicent herself was to blame. She should have never allowed it.

She lifts her hands to her temples, massaging them.

“Good Gods, what will we do?”

Where are you? Where has he taken you? Some coin is missing, and so are some of your cloaks and dresses. Your wretched brother, impulsive as he was, had planned this to the detail.

The clothes suggested something long term. Permanent. Alicent can’t bear the thought. What depravities does he plan to subject you to? Is he beating you? Threatening you? Keeping you bound? Her mind is driving her mad, imagining scenarios upon scenarios, each worse than the last.

“I think we should inform the Lord Hand.” Ser Criston hesitates. Alicent understands it all too well. Her first instinct had been running to her father. With his resources, he was bound to find you faster than the ragtag team of Ser Criston, Aemond and her. But then, she had thought of what he would do when he had his hands on you.

What is a Princess to a King? What is a girl to the Iron Throne? Her father had already answered that question once, and Alicent had suffered greatly for it. He had been willing to risk her honor to place her sons on the throne. He would torch yours if it meant sitting Aegon in that ugly chair.

She had always thought she was sparing you, by keeping you unmarried. After seeing Helaena’s misery in her marriage to Aegon, and her own torture at Viserys’ hands, she had hoped to save you from that same fate. Things would have been so different if she had married you off.

You would be safe. Either in a castle far away from King’s Landing, or under your twin’s watchful eye. Aemond had grown into a violent man, a terrifying one, but remained loving towards his sisters. Aegon would have had better luck stealing you from the Cannibal than from under his vigilance.

It was all her fault. If she had married you to him, you would be here, with her. If she closes her eyes, Alicent can see you still. Sitting on the windowsill, humming a catchy tune from Volantis. Mending your brother’s shirts alongside her. Laying with your head on her lap, talking about the latest developments of the Citadel.

But instead, you are the Seven know where, being brutalized by your older brother. On your hands and knees, or with your head shoved in a pillow, crying as he does as he pleases with your body and unable to run back home.

“Has Aemond found out anything?” Alicent asks Criston, as he offers her a handkerchief. She had not realized tears were leaking down her cheeks. Embarrassed by her display, she wipes them angrily.

“The Prince… The King is not at his usual haunts. Prince Aemond offered to scour Essos, but I fear…” The knight looks clearly uncomfortable at the thought. Alicent understands. If Vhagar is seen over Essos, both continents will know something is amiss. Not to mention, the essosi won’t take kindly to dragons in their sky. Some wounds are too fresh to be truly forgotten.

“We won’t be able to keep it concealed if we do.” Alicent purses her lips, trying to find a suitable solution. When she comes up blank, she decides she has no other choice. They are wasting precious hours already, precious hours Aegon might be using to brutalize you, or to take you further away from House Targaryen’s influence. “Inform the Lord Hand. Tell him the King has taken his sister, and that both Prince Aemond and Princess Helaena will scour Essos.”

“But that means leaving the Red Keep unprotected!” Ser Criston protests. Alicent stares at him. She had known that the succession issue might turn into war for quite some time, but she cannot bring herself to care about it now. The threat of Rhaenyra seems far away, not quite real. A villain from a storybook. It’s much different from the actual threat on your life. Aegon.

Alicent had never thought she would have to fight her son to spare the rest of you. You, from dishonor. Helaena, from the embarrassment and shame. Her grandsons, from the rumors that will sure surface.

But it has come to this. And let it be known that when Alicent Hightower goes to war, she does so in bright-green flames. There is no hiding, no pretense. She will send her best soldier, and sniff Aegon out like the dog he is.

“If Dreamfyre is left behind, it’s the same as if she goes. My daughter is no warrior.” She is referring to Helaena, but deep in her heart, she knows neither of you are. Alicent is frightened by the thought of you breaking and her finding you too late to stop it. “Perhaps, both dragons will find them faster.”

“The Lord Hand will not…” Ser Criston says, uncomfortable. Alicent shakes her head. Despite his help all these years, he is no parent. If he were, he would realize that it doesn’t matter, whether Rhaenyra decides to burn Westeros to the ground or take the Red Keep. Alicent only cares about her children’s safety.

“I do not care. We will bring them back.”

Ser Criston makes a face.

“Perhaps it would be unwise to say that the King took his sister. We do not know if she…”

Alicent sees red. Does he dare deny it? Does he dare place the blame on your shoulders?

“The King took his sister. My daughter is a dutiful young woman, just like her twin. I will not have you drag her name through the mud!” She shrieks, slamming her hand down on the table. “How dare you!”

It’s a universal truth. Kings are born with grasping hands, and the thought that everything is theirs to take. And when you are a woman, no matter how modest, you cannot escape their attention once you are set in their sights. Alicent had tried once, to escape a King’s notice. But his hands had been too big, and she so small, and he had grasped at her, squeezing until she was unable to move.

Ser Criston looks concerned. He takes the verbal lashing without complaint, even if his eyes tell her he disagrees. But Alicent knows the truth, and it is enough. He is not a woman. He is not a mother. His opinion doesn’t matter.

“Of course.” Ser Criston bows his head, and begins to exit the rooms. “I’ll inform the Lord Hand, my Queen.”

The platitude sounds empty in her ears. Man that he is, he is no longer concerned with your honor but Aegon’s. Your grandfather will be the same. They will destroy your reputation only to save his.

It won’t happen again. Alicent thinks of Viserys’ hands, grasping her hips. Of how she had cried, forced to engage in acts no maiden should be exposed to. Of how she had to keep quiet, carry this great shame of hers because it was her King who ordered it.

But Viserys is dead. Alicent won’t be silent any longer. She grasps a lantern, and her sturdiest boots, and begins to patrol King’s Landing herself.

They will say later that the Queen dowager walked a thousand days and a thousand nights, searching for her daughter. And that she never stopped lighting the candles on your windowsill, not even when Queen Rhaenyra took the Red Keep, not even when the Prince Aemond was vanished after telling her upsetting news. When asked why, her words were simple.

“So she can always know her path home.”

THE WEDDING FEAST is not as grand as the one celebrated when your older sister married, but it is to be expected. Aegon is not heir to anything, regardless of your mother and grandsire say.

You had watched the whole ceremony from one of the benches inside the City’s Sept. Aemond had sat by you, tenderly holding a few handkerchiefs, just in case you started bawling. Most of them have been used by your mother, but you thank his gesture regardless.

There is not much to cry about, truly. Aegon and Helaena are nothing like the pictures of happiness mother described to you when talking of newlyweds. In fact, as Aegon changed Helaena’s cloak, she looked ready to bolt. And he looked miserable.

“Do you think we will marry too?” You ask Aemond, quietly. Ever since he has claimed Vhagar, he has grown more serious and brooding, shedding the last of his childhood innocence. He is a bit terrifying, now, which you think is wicked.

Your Strong nephews no longer mock him so easily. You are all the more glad for it. He would make a worthy husband, capable of protecting you. Or so mother says.

“If we are ordered to.” He answers, squeezing your hand. His face contorts into a strange mix of unbearable fondness and disgust. “Is it such a bad prospect? I heard talk of betrothing you to a Lannister.”

That had been your grandsire’s suggestion. Pawning you off for gold. Literally. At ten and two years of age, you were considered a comely maiden, with the regal Targaryen hair and none of the strange habits of your older sisters. It made you quite a commodity.

“Better a dragon riding husband than a lion of the Rock.” You smirk at Aemond, voice pitched low enough no one can hear you. “We could ride on Vhagar and find out if the world is flat or a sphere, as some Maesters say.”

The thought is enticing to you. A life spent learning the mysteries and secrets of the world that surrounds you. Getting to see far beyond the walls of the Red Keep.

Once, your prison had been a nursery. Now, it was a labyrinth made from red stone.

“I want more glory for my life than being a traveler. I want to leave fame and memory when I die.” Aemond complains. “Besides, the Lannister marriage may do you some good. You would be a Queen in everything but name. A much more secure….”

You shush him before he can say it. Your mother sits on his other side, absorbed by the wedding taking place, and ridding Aemond of the handkerchiefs he had brought for you. It would do no good to point out her failures when she is already that emotional.

Still, Aemond’s words linger around the two of you, silence charged. Marrying a Lannister would be a more secure position than the one afforded to Helaena.

“I like you better.” You finally say, before your mother can notice the lapse in conversation between the two of you.

“I suppose, if I had to… I rather it be you.” Aemond sounds still a bit disgusted by the notion. You know it has less to do with you, and much more to do with his inability to admit he has emotions. Knowing that trying to wrangle an admission of fondness out of him is useless, you decide to focus on the new couple.

“They don’t seem as comforted.” You point out, watching them exit the Sept hand in hand. Helaena is deadly pale, probably at the thought of consummation. You think if it were you marrying Aemond, you wouldn’t be as worried as she is. Being a twin means your built is pretty similar, so he cannot make cruel jokes about your appearance without insulting himself.

Aegon, though, seems much more cruel.

“Yet again, they are not us. We are closer.” Aemond takes your hand and helps you get up from the bench. The two of you wait patiently for the Sept to empty a bit before trying to make your exit. If you have one thing in common, it is that you both despise crowds.

“Wouldn’t that make it harder?” Because you think of having to muster up arousal to bed Aemond, and suddenly, the thought of marrying him doesn’t seem as palatable.

But before Aemond can answer you, probably making a mockery of your sentimentality and your inattention to your lessons, your grandsire interrupts you. He waves a hand to both of you, enthusiastically, as if you were about to run off.

Aemond and you exchange a glance. Your mother stops sniffling.

“What are you two youngsters up to?” He asks, as he reaches you. He gives each a little shove, and you grit your teeth not to let your annoyance show. “Come, to the carriages. You must attend the feast.”

“We know, grandfather. Aemond was escorting me.”

“Of course, young Aemond, ever the dutiful brother.” Your grandsire claps his hand on Aemond’s shoulder. “And you, my dear, the spitting image of your mother. Some could learn from you.”

He gives a glance to the entrance of the Sept, but the couple has already departed. You eye him in suspicion. Otto Hightower never says things without a reason. He must want something.

“Well, it is no matter. You should sit at the newlyweds' side tonight. Perhaps you might curb your siblings' impulses.” And there it is. You fight the urge to roll your eyes. It would be unladylike.

“It shall be done as you say.” Aemond says, and begins leading you to a carriage. He helps you up, careful not to let your puffy green skirts track into the mud. You are wearing a new dress, cut similarly to the ones your mother wears. You have recently flowered, and are enjoying the novelty of wearing grown up styles. The two of you settle across your mother and grandsire.

The night goes downhill from there. Aemond ends up seated next to Helaena, his intimidating figure helping ensure she doesn’t run and no one tries anything funny during the bedding. You end up next to Aegon, with the difficult task of stopping him from getting drunk.

You had heard once a story about a man condemned to roll a giant rock up a mountain, only for it to fall back down when he was reaching the top. The memory feels fitting. You imagine he must have been as miserable as you are. As soon as you snatch a goblet from Aegon’s hand, he is reaching for another.

The mummers are boring, the same old spectacle seen in all Westerosi weddings. A play about the Conquest, with a man who looks nothing like the Conqueror as the male lead. With how loud the musical parts are, you cannot even converse with Aegon.

So when you are at the edge of your wits when it comes to methods to stop him, you gesture for a servant to bring you parchment and a quill. Aegon pauses his drinking, if only to observe what are you trying to write during a wedding.

The note is simple, and prompts a scowl out of him.

Stop drinking. You are embarrassing Helaena.

For a second, it seems like he is going to ignore you. Then, he yanks the quill out of your hand, and messily scribbles.

Mother, you mean.

You have to lean in to write on the parchment, since he is childishly refusing to let go of it. Your eyes meet his. It strikes you, then, how young he looks, despite being the eldest. He has one of those faces, round and sweet, just like your mother’s. When he smiles, half drunk, he reminds you of a deviant cherub.

In a year’s time, you could be welcoming your first nephew. Aegon looks barely out of childhood himself. Even Aemond looks more grown up.

Her, too.

Aegon notices you are studying him, and looks away, uncomfortable. He still replies.

Why do you think I do it?

There is no longer any space in the parchment, so you take out a fresh one. You pen with careful letters, trying not to waste as much space as you did with the previous one.

Do you ever feel like you need to run away from everything?

All the time, sweet sister.

You stare at the words, feeling like you have discovered something you cannot yet name. But before you can match the intuition to an actual concept, someone is calling for the bedding, and Aegon stands up, mask firmly on. He makes a show of it, leering and hooting, much to Helaena’s discomfort.

The moment of vulnerability is lost, and all that is left is the note you hold inside your clenched fist.

AEMOND IS TASKED with finding you, a task that enrages him and fills him with pride in equal parts. He is torn between the hash feeling of your betrayal, of your abandonment, and the fact that he has been tasked with something of such importance. Finally, time for him to prove his worth.

But oh, your betrayal stings. It’s not like he is surprised, having known that you intended to travel the known world, but he is bothered that you didn’t seem fit to inform him. Aemond is the other half of your soul, after all.

At least you had taken Aegon with you, removing an obstacle for his path to the Iron Throne. When he caught up with you, he might forgive you only for that. He had the best motive, after all. Protecting his sister was an honorable excuse to save him from the title of Kinslayer.

With Aegon dead, he would force you to wed him, saving you from dishonor. It would be your punishment for leaving. Aemond would enjoy your enraged face as you were forced to sit with him on the Iron Throne. Unlike Aegon, he didn’t want to bed you, but he enjoyed annoying you for sport. Nothing would annoy you more than being forced to be Queen.

His sweet sister. His milk and cream sister. Aemond had been so worried at first. He had bought on Mother’s crazy theories, thinking you were abducted against your will or whisked to a pillow house in Lys, like it had happened to that Swann lady a few years back.

Then, he realized the absurdity of it all. He had checked the dragonpit first when sent to pursue you. Sunfyre was gone, and Aemond had known this had been your plan all along.

Truly. How foolish Mother was, to think you, Aemond’s other half, could be subdued by Aegon. You were not Helaena. You were made of sterner stuff. Pure Valyrian steel.

Besides, he had heard all about how you needed a dragonrider to take you around the world during your childhood. You had proposed it to Aemond plenty of times. If anyone was abducted, it was probably Aegon. In a strike of brilliance, you had strengthened your beloved twin position and got to take the vacation you had been moaning about ever since you knew how to talk.

His biggest clue about it had been the lack of clues left in your wake. The escape had been too well planned to be born out of Aegon’s head. No dragonkeeper recalled unchaining Sunfyre, yet it was clear someone did because dragons don’t take flight on their own while chained.

No key was missing. No one saw anything the night the two of you vanished. Aemond decides to check Flea Bottom, but he already knows that no trace of you will be found there. This has your fingertips all over it, and even if it didn’t, Aegon was too devoted to you to take you there. He was no Daemon Targaryen, no matter what your mother thought.

This is how he knows it: A secret he has kept for years because it had suited him to do so.

When both of you had been four and ten, your mother had taken you to visit Daeron in Oldtown. Since neither you nor her were dragonriders, Vhagar had been left behind. The journey had taken weeks, almost an entire moon. And there was, of course, the three moons you had spent there, exploring your mother’s childhood home.

The months of the road had changed both of you. During that time, Aemond had actually needed to begin shaving, if he didn’t want to walk around with three miserable hairs on his chin. He had also hit a growth spurt, shooting up like a weed, and his shoulders filled.

In contrast, your changes had been much more dignified. You had stayed the same height, a fact he had used to mock you for ages. Your hips had filled, and you had suddenly grown teats.

The night of your arrival, you had been upset. There had been a mix-up, and the dress commissioned for you to wear on the welcome feast had been made to your old measurements. You had not been able to squeeze into it, and had cried ugly tears in Aemond’s bedroom, refusing to leave because you had gotten fat.

Your mother had solved the problem, of course. She had dug out one of her old dresses, belonging to her mother before her. It was a black one, sequined and embroidered in such a manner it emulated the flames of Hightower. You were enchanted. Called it a priceless heirloom, and danced the night away.

The dress had elicited mixed reactions. Your father and grandfather had both stumbled, as they were seeing a ghost. But Aegon? Aegon loved it.

You had turned into a woman, and looked and behaved so much like mother….

He had been unable to keep his eyes from you during dinner, salivating over you despite having his lady wife next to him. Helaena had been uncaring, not particularly interested in what Aegon did. She had done her duty, having birthed him babes already.

Helaena had been happy to see you, and told you all about the collection of bug-embroidered napkins she had been making for you in the meanwhile. Perhaps your excitement over getting a gift from your sister, prompting you to chatter endlessly with the couple, had been what confused Aegon.

Aemond had kept a careful watch on his brother, noticing that for once, he seemed to be drinking little. A measly two goblets, when usually, he took four. Instead of gorging himself on the drink, he had been gorging himself in you.

His eyes wandered all night. Drinking in your new teats, still blossoming for you were just a girl. Your pretty arse, thanks to the days spent riding horses to get back home. And he had thought himself entitled enough to do the unspeakable.

You had gotten up so you could pass the bread to your mother, when Aegon glanced at your prone form, and gave you a hearty slap on the arse.

The noise had resonated in the hall, making everyone freeze. You had started crying immediately, embarrassed, while Mother berated Aegon. Helaena and Aemond had exchanged a look, both too stunned by the display to speak.

The rest of the guests watched, before laughter rang across the silent hall. It was Daemon, lifting a cup to Aegon. The other guests followed in the merriment, laughing at the fondling you had just received.

Your face had crumpled. More tears fell, face red from public humiliation. It was a feeling Aemond was intimately familiar with, and couldn’t stand to see in his beloved twin’s face. You gathered your skirts and fled the hall, your perfect night ruined.

Aemond had lunged then, grabbing his brother by the collar.

“How dare you dishonor our sisters so!”

But Aegon was standing already, and running after you. He was a tad uncoordinated from the wine, but managed to catch up, Aemond hot on his heels.

Oh, when he got his hands on him, he was going to kill him, Aemond had thought. Daring to pursue you to humiliate you further!

You were huddled in an alcove, hands pressed to your mouth to muffle your cries. At the sight of you, Aegon had looked like someone had struck him.

“I… Apologies, sweet sister… I…” Aemond had never heard him stammer such, much less apologizing for his deviant behavior. He had even leered at Helaena during his own bedding, by the Seven! “I confused you with a serving girl and I…”

You had looked at him, eyes full of betrayal. It was how Aemond imagined he must have looked just before he had lost his eye. You had not spoken a word, shoving both of them in favor of running off again.

Aegon had never touched another girl after that. No longer servants were being dismissed from the Red Keep, with small cups of Moon Tea. No longer Helaena cried because he had visited her drunk. Even the whoring had gone down to reasonable levels.

It was why Aemond doubted you were in as much danger as your mother thought.

YOU BEGIN TO spend more time around Aegon. After that upsetting night, you had chosen to believe in his apology. It hadn’t been as bad, really. Just a spank, that had blown out of proportion when your uncle had laughed.

Your mother had noticed that Aegon had reacted to your consternation in a manner he had not to her scoldings over the years, so she had asked you to keep an eye on him. You find out it is no hardship. He cannot anticipate your every thought like Aemond, but it is expected. He is not your twin.

He is much more fun, willing to engage in any silly games you come up with. Aemond no longer has the patience for them, but Aegon does. Or perhaps he is just feeling guilty. You do not particularly care, as long as you get a companion.

You sit next to him at meals, and ask him to join you for tea in the gardens daily. He stops complaining about there not being any wine after the first moon of your routine. Exercise and sunlight do wonders for his mood, too.

Your newest game consists on slipping him notes during the day, exchanging them in the corridors as you bump shoulders and pretend not to know each other, or tucking them in the pockets of his doublets. Aegon even slips you some back, into the pockets of your cloaks.

You love it. You feel like you are partaking in some sort of courtly intrigue. Exchanging secrets while no one looks, carrying a conversation no one is privy to. You should burn them afterwards, Aegon says, to make it more real, but you find yourself holding on to the notes and saving them.

You will show them to Jaehera and Jaehaerys when they are older. Perhaps the twins will develop a secret language of their own, like Aegon and you. Or perhaps they will become more like Aemond and you, twisted mirrors of each other. Whichever they are, you are sure they will be great. The coin flipped right with them, you can feel it.

Aegon waits patiently for you to tire of playing spies, like you do from all else. You do not have a good track record, with a short attention span and an overeager imagination. You have ceased in your attempts to learn to play Cyvasse, invent a card game, and implement a new communication method using kittens. You had even attempted once to train a bird, but had grown frightened when it started bringing you rats as presents. This, too, shall pass.

He is mistaken. Three moons go by, and you are still at it.

“Isn’t it a bit silly?” He asks you, when it's clear you weren’t going to tire of the game soon. “Passing me messages as if we are spies, when you could just speak to me?”

You cannot explain to him the secret thrill you get every time you see him, the swooping feeling in your stomach when he appears in the hallways and calls you his sweet sister. Much less, how at night you lay in bed, and hold the notes tight against your chest, close to your heart.

How you reread the jokes and the compliments, and imagine him next to you, speaking them into your ear.

It's wrong. Aegon is a married man. And yet… Yet. You have always been the perfect daughter, mirror to Aemond in your dutifulness. A pious lady, respectful of the Seven and her elders. You can have this small thing, surely.

You cannot voice it. He would find it odd, he would no longer want your company. So instead, you give him a secret, coquettish smile. It’s an expression you have seen on your half sister’s lovely mouth, when she bends men to her will. You have stolen it, sharpened, made it deadly.

“Indulge me, brother.”

And Aegon looks at you, and his breath catches. It’s only for a second, but it feels like an eternity. You hear it, the pause of his even breaths, his pulse quickening. You would know him by heartbeat alone, this brother of yours.

“You are a child.” Aegon complains, after clearing his throat.

“Yes. And so are you.” You poke him in the ribs, forcing him to jump to avoid you. It makes you laugh.

“I am a man grown.” Aegon argues, trying to sound dignified.

You pause. You remember your mother’s words, asking you to guide him onto the right path. He is just a boy, underneath it all. Young, foolish and hurting. No one has ever paid him attention, so he acts out to obtain it.

Aemond and you resort to other, more unconventional methods. Both of you do everything right, and pretend not to need anyone.

To this day, your father hasn’t noticed either of you.

But perhaps, you can help him. Give him what he requires and help your mother too.

“I will believe you when I see it. Whoring, drinking. That is not what men do.” You scold, softly.

“Daemon does.” Aegon’s brows furrow, as if sensing a reprimand. You can tell that if you do not hurry, he will sour to you as he has to your mother.

“Does father? Grandsire?” You challenge.

“I do not want to be like them.” He confesses. You take his hands in yours.

“Neither do I. But if we wish to be different, we need to be sober.” And while Aegon looks unhappy, he still squeezes your hands back. “I need you to be.”

He has to do it for himself one day, but for now, he can do it for you.

HELAENA AND AEMOND give chase for days. Their mother sends them in the same direction, but with opposite instructions. While Helaena is not supposed to venture too deep into Essos, Aemond is supposed to scour the farthest Free Cities.

Their meeting date is two weeks into their travels, in the last of Helaena’s destinations. Volantis is as colorful as it is beautiful, and Aemond finds himself fascinated by the sights. He has to agree with you, the world is full of wonderful places just begging to be seen.

Helaena has stationed Dreamfyre at the edge of the city. She comes with a few trusted guards, while Aemond travels alone. He doesn’t need protection when he has Vhagar.

“No success?” He asks her, as he dismounts. They do not dare go further on dragonback, as to not upset the citizens. Starting a war with the Free Cities is the last thing they need right now.

“I heard a rumor.” Helaena says, sliding off Dreamfyre’s back as if it were nothing. Aemond marvels at it. Despite being so ungraceful on land, Helaena looks like a true queen on dragonback. Like she belongs here, and not like she walks a path between realms that would be unfathomable for any man. “About a silver girl and her gold dragon.”

“What do you make of it?” Aemond asks her, hoping she will speak plainly. He also hopes she is not hurt by the news. He was never good at comforting people.

Helaena isn’t the most affectionate of his siblings, but she loves in her own way. Aegon is the father of her children. Some love might be there. Any woman would be furious to hear her husband has run off with her sister. It’s an insult so low, Aemond wonders how she is keeping herself together.

“The rats won’t come for us now.” She answers him, cryptically. Her expression is calm. If she is bothered by what her siblings have done, Helaena doesn’t show it. “Best to keep them there. They can’t touch them there.”

“Who is they, Helaena?” He prods, gently. His sister doesn’t answer. She pets Dreamfyre and gets that faraway look she sometimes wears, when a picture it’s forming in her mind and she can’t quite express it.

Aemond remembers a story about a seer, cursed to walk the earth sprouting prophecies no one believed in but that always ran true. He wonders if dragon dreams are a curse of their own, making those who see the future unable to communicate it.

“I want to find them.” He pleads, holding her by the shoulders. “Please, Hel, this is important.”

Helaena looks at him. Or through him. Aemond doesn’t know. What does she see when she stares at his features? What threads of fate do the Seven weave for him? Helaena can probably read his tapestry, but she would never tell him.

She takes her time, examining his features in search of something. Her shoulders slump under his hold.

“Spare them their chains, Aemond.”

So Helaena knows where you are. They. Aegon and you. But this time, it is not that she cannot tell him. It’s that she won’t.

“Just to see them.” He lets go of her shoulders to grab her hands instead. Helaena’s hands are cold and clammy under his. Aemond knows physical contact bothers her, but he cannot help himself. He needs to know. There is a hunger in him, gnawing at his bones, consuming his flesh. It might devour him alive, if he doesn’t make sure you left willingly. “Will I succeed?”

“The maiden no longer walks alone. The King has taken her. Now she is a Queen, and feasts in a garden full of delights.” Helaena squeezes his hands. Do you understand? Her eyes seem to say, do you understand what I am telling you?

Solve my riddle. Figure it out. For I cannot, I will not tell you more.

Aemond knows this story too. About an older man, who nobody loved, who takes a younger woman and makes her his Queen.

“Did she go willingly?” Aemond asks her because the versions of the story vary, and he doesn’t exactly know which one she is referencing.

Helaena smiles at him, full of pity. Poor man, who understands nothing.

“You may walk out of the Seven Hells, after seeing the one you love. But you will turn back.”

Aemond stares. Helaena climbs back up on Dreamfyre and departs, leaving him standing there.

YOU LAY IN the gardens, feeling sun drunk. Your cheeks are red from the heat. The grass is staining your dress, but you do not care. The warmth feels so good against you, so nice and inviting. Your eyelids drop. Resting your eyes for a few minutes can’t hurt, right?

“Again?” An amused voice says. You open your eyes to look at Aegon. He carries two goblets in his hands.

“It’s so warm.” You mutter. You don’t question how he has found you. Earlier this morning, when you slipped him a note, you mentioned you would be in the gardens. In the Red Keep, immense as it is, that could mean anywhere. But you always find yourself under the same trees.

Your spot, as Aegon calls it. You like it because the trees are positioned just so as to protect your eyes from sunlight, but not the rest of your body. You can read without being blinded, but also nap in the sun.

“Mother says princesses shouldn’t tan.” He sits beside you, handing you a goblet. It’s full of cold water. “You are not some commoner working the fields.”

“Mm.” You mutter, still sleepy. You understand cats so well, sleeping under the sun rays. You wish you were a cat to nap all day in a windowsill and be hand-fed morsels. That sounds like a great life.

“It does, doesn’t it?” Aegon sounds amused, and it’s then you realize you didn’t share those thoughts with him. Did you spoke them aloud? “Yes, you did. Get up, you are getting heat stroke. Drink your water.”

You obey him, sipping at your goblet. The coldness from the water helps you clear your head, and notice that your face feels hot, and your chest is red.

“Not again.” You complain, tucking yourself more into the shadow the tree produces. Aegon simply watches you, a smirk on his lips. “Mother will murder me.”

“I warned you.” He laughs at your expression, a petulant mix of a pout and a scowl. “Drink. I want to teach you a card game while you cool down enough to be presentable.”

Aegon aids you drink from your goblet, careful to not let the water spill. He tucks your sweaty hair behind your ears. Meanwhile, you marvel at how much he has changed, during these years.

He is still undeniably fun, much more than Aemond or you. But he is no longer drunk all the time, and spends his time trying to get you to lighten up and learn new diversions. You like this version of Aegon, who calls you his sweet sister still, but whose face has lost the bloated look alcoholics have. He looks healthier, hair thicker, dark circles less pronounced.

You have been trying to make him work on his tan. He refuses. Your serious nature has not rubbed on him, but he is healthier and treats you with the utmost kindness.

“I would like to learn how to bet.” You tell him, confidently. Truth is, you want to go for another ride on Sunfyre. He has grown just enough to carry two riders, and you miss flying. Aemond no longer takes you in Vhagar, more focused on martial exercises.

If you manage to win a bet, perhaps you can claim a ride on Sunfyre as your prize. Aegon is wary of taking you again because last time, mother had caught you and scolded you until your ears were ringing.

“Betting, sweet sister…” Aegon sips from his goblet, giving you a half smile. “It’s an art one cannot learn in one afternoon. Depends on the game you are playing.”

“An art? By the Seven, I never knew Flea Bottom was full of artists! Someone should tell Daemon, for he has been a real patron of the arts and never knew.” You say, tone flat.

Aegon snorts so hard, the water comes out through his nose. You laugh.

“As I was saying, depends on the game. With cards, you look at them, but if there are cocks involved…” His tone turns lecherous. You gasp, outraged. You are not a prude, but dirty jokes still embarrass you. Were it not by how sunburned you are, you are sure a blush would already be present on your face.

“Um, hello, as in the animal!” Aegon tells you, as if it were obvious. There is a telling little dimple in his face, though, one he gets when he is fighting laughter. “Get your mind off the gutter. What would mother say?”

“Oh.” You say, eloquently. Is he being serious? He has not burst out laughing yet, so he might be, and his amusement could be out of your dirty thoughts. You feel even worse. Perhaps your mind is really in the gutter.

“Those, you choose carefully. Look for the bigger. The girthier…” You shriek in indignation, not allowing him to keep speaking. You hate being so gullible. He always gets you.

“Shut up! I thought you were being serious!” You tackle him, beginning to tickle his sides. When the two of you stop laughing, Aegon places his arm for you to use as a pillow and you curl into him. The two of you nap under the trees the rest of the day.

He has found out a better way to get drunk by the end of the afternoon.

ALICENT IS AT the end of her tether. She hasn’t slept in days. Every time she lays down, she imagines the terrible violations you must be being subjected to. Her poor girl, forced to submit to her deviant brother’s whims.

The pictures in her head won’t let her sleep. They remind her of another young girl, barely of age, taken by a Targaryen King. Being summoned, asked to lay still and spread her legs. To bear it with a grin. To sacrifice herself for the good of the realm, for her family.

Her honor, broken. Her sister believing her a whore. Warming the bed where another bleed.

A dutiful daughter. A dutiful wife. A dutiful whore. Nursing him by day, working over him at night, until her thighs hurt, and she thought, is this what being a Queen is like? She had not felt Queen of anything, except the Seven Hells.

Whore, mother, daughter, wife. It makes no difference. Girls, all over the world, were just vessels for men. Even Princesses, even Queens.

Despite Aemond’s reassurances that you are probably fine, and that Aegon would never hurt you, Alicent cannot stop herself from worrying. Aemond doesn’t know what she does, after all.

Deep within her heart, to take to her grave, she carries a secret. A dark secret. One Aemond is not privy to. Alicent doesn’t dare tell him, either. It would mean further stain on your honor, and more anguish to your twin.

It’s better only she knows. This way, it’s her burden alone. It will not drag you down, or worry your siblings. Safe within the confines of her mind, the secret cannot hurt anyone.

Inside Oldtown, there is the Hightower. In the highest tower there is, next to the powder used to change the color of the flames atop the beacon, is another box. The box has three locks, and a chain wrapped around it, for good measure. It’s made of pure valyrian steel.

Inside the box, Alicent keeps the secret: She had caught Aegon kissing you once.

It had been shortly before your father’s death. You had been helping with the preparations for receiving Rhaenyra and her sons, overseeing the cleaning of the locked rooms. Alicent had tasked you with the responsibility, and you, her brilliant, dutiful girl, had not disappointed.

She doesn’t remember why she had been looking for you. Perhaps, to ask you about where you intended to place the babes, if in the old nursery or in the rooms set aside for their parents. She does remember it had been early afternoon.

The door had been open, so Alicent had not knocked. Alicent had entered Rhaenyra’s old chambers to find your brother crowding you against a wall. Aegon held you in a passionate embrace, his hands helping themselves to your hips and buttocks.

Your dress was bunched up around your waist, and your hips darted nervously from side to side, surely trying to avoid his touch. You were yowling like a kitten, hands pushing on his shoulders.

Alicent heard your distressed cries, your twitchy little movements, and saw red.

“How dare you!” She screamed, uncaring if someone else heard her. Aegon jumped away from you as if your touch burned you.

You had wiped your mouth, face red.

“Mother… I… I am so sorry…” You were so ashamed, so small, and you had reminded her so much of herself it hurt her. The nights where her father ordered her to go to the King, and she couldn’t refuse. How she had been told fighting wasn’t ladylike, that she had to submit to men, let them throw her around as if she were a thing and not a person.

It filled her with rage. It made her want to scratch Aegon’s eyes off with her own nails. Throw herself to the floor, and scream loud and never stop.

“Don’t say a word, my love! Aegon, how could you!”

It was anger, and pain, but also guilt. Guilt, because she knew what Aegon had been up to with the serving girls. Because Alicent had encouraged him to see his sister as a woman, and not a simple sibling. Because she had taught you the same things that she had been taught, that you weren’t to resist or fight, that you were to bear it all with a grin.

Her poor, poor girl. If she had given you a sword, would you have defended yourself? Screamed? Pushed him off?

But instead of a shield and a sword against the world, she had handed you a mirror and forced to make your peace with it. Only Alicent was to blame.

“Mother…” You tried again, tears coming to your eyes.

“Go to Aemond. Now.” Alicent had ordered. She had then berated Aegon until he confessed everything was his fault, and slapped him for his attempt on his sister’s virtue.

She wished she had gelded him, then. A King with no heirs would have been one of the usual tragedies, just like girls being hurt were. None would have merited more than a footnote in the history of Westeros.

YOU ARE COMING of age, and the whole realm is celebrating. Twins are unusual, and the royal family being blessed with two pairs in two generations merits some celebration.

Both Aemond and you have managed to survive until adulthood, a marvel on itself. Sometimes, it felt as if you wouldn’t make it. Especially Aemond, after claiming the biggest dragon in Westeros and losing his eye. You worried about your twin, sometimes.

As always, you embrace the frivolity with gusto. You commission a gown for the occasion, and dance with every single person attending the feast. Not even your father had been spared, holding you close and swaying to the music before growing too weak.

Your grandsire, despite his objections, had been dragged into the merriment too. As had Daemon, your nephews, your twin, your brothers, your friends, and your sister. Twirling in the makeshift dance floor, you had been the life of the feast, allowing Aemond to quietly brood.

Everyone was enchanted by the beautiful princess, and her joyful manners. There was already talk of how lovely a bride you would make, and how happy your future Lord Husband would be with you by his side.

But you wanted none of it. You had started to develop conflicting feelings for Aegon, and wished to untangle them first, before thinking of marriage.

In truth, you didn’t imagine a life outside the Red Keep, one where you had children and stayed in the same place forever, even in death.

When you dared to dream, you always saw yourself on dragonback.

When Ser Martyn Reyne asks you for a dance, you do not hesitate. You agree to let him twirl you between the tables because he is a friend of Aegon. Even if you do not like the way he smiles at you, like he wants to eat you whole.

It is then you hear it and your smile freezes.

After you dance, you go get a refreshment, and noticing you haven’t danced with Aegon yet, you approach the group he is with. Ser Martyn is also there, well on the way to being drunk.

“And I swear, your sister has the prettiest teats in the Seven Kingdoms!” He bellows, before burping.

You cannot see Aegon’s expression from where you stand. His back is turned to you. The other men have not noticed you yet, so you creep closer. Has he gone back to his old ways? Your heart feels like it’s breaking, but you need to know. Especially if these new feelings are what you think they are.

He had started kissing you, recently. But you cannot tell if this is just a game to him or if it is more. You cannot risk it. You have to know. Your childhood infatuation with him has grown teeth, nails, and become a monster that threatens to devour you. He is a married man, but the heart doesn’t know of vows or Septons. It only knows of want.

“Bet she is a little freak, just like your brother. I know her cunt must be so sweet, too. Princesses are meant to be.” This is Eddard Waters. You know he is one of your brother’s friends, and even more boisterous than the others.

“And you intend to sample her, then?” Ser Martyn asks him. You make a face. As if you would let any of these fools between your legs.

“You know what they say… The wettest the cunt, the…” But whatever rude thing Water was going to say is lost because Aegon punches him in the face.

It’s glorious. It’s ridiculous. Your brother fights like a commoner, slamming the wine jug on his friend’s head. A brawl breaks out around you, more people jumping in trying to separate the Prince from the knights, as he screams, bites and trashes.

“My sister is off limits!” He screams, fiercely. Aemond materializes by your side, tugging you away from the fight that has ruined your nameday feast, but you stay there.

Even as he throws you over his shoulder, and gets you out, not hesitating to unsheat his sword to get you to safety, you stay there.

Looking at Aegon holding his knuckles, probably having broken them. He has never been good at fighting.

Looking at Aegon, standing up to his friends for the first time in years. For you.

It strikes you then, standing in the middle of the Hall, as if it were lighting. You love him. You love him.

Love. You love him, and it changes everything.

How can people speak of love as a choice, when in reality it is an arrow that strikes you, lighting hitting you in the middle of a storm? When it roots you to a spot, and shatters all your bones? Choice. As if. You do not choose Jaehaerys, you do not choose your Daemon. You do not choose the rain that will soak you to the bone as you leave the hall.

WHEN AEMOND FINALLY finds you, you are holding to Aegon’s hand as the two of you stroll through a market in Braavos. There, your features aren’t as recognizable.

He sees it, then. Not with his eye, but with his heart. Out of all the possibilities, he had been right.

The silver girl, with her golden dragon. Spurring him up, higher, faster, further. And while wax melts, dragons do not burn.

You look happy. There is a playful smile on your face, when you tug on Aegon’s hand and force him to run, Aemond hot on your heels.

He vows to remember you as you are, his fierce, brave twin. Your ferocious grin as you disappeared into an alleyway, twisted towards a gate, whistled loudly.

“Tell mother I chose to run. Not Aegon.”

And then you are running towards Sunfyre, Aegon helping you mount. Aemond, having not dared bring Vhagar inside the city, doesn't follow.

He has to inform his mother. She refuses to believe in his words, thinking he is doing her a kindness, fabricating the story of a couple in love, of a runaway Princess.

But with the clarity of death, she decides to visit your rooms one last time. Despite her aches and pains, and the recommendations of the Maesters.

The eve before Queen Alicent’s death, something compels her to get out of her bed and search your old rooms. The pain doesn’t let her sleep, tortures her at night. Her own mind is a labyrinth that traps her, filled with monsters that will kill her.

The first one reads:

Everything is as you had left it. In this place, no time has passed. And beneath the bed, in a box, she finds it. The tale of your romance.

Do you ever feel like you need to run away from everything?

Underneath your elegant scrawl, Aegon’s chicken-like letters answer,

They say she died of a broken heart, in her old age. But perhaps, and just perhaps, knowing the truth set her free.

All the time, sweet sister.

[zoofitness]

Zookeeping Pro tip: don’t be an asshole and leave a fuck ton of really messy enrichment for someone else to clean up the next day if you aren’t in the same area! At least give them a heads up what they’re walking into!

I’m low key fucking mad lmao one of my coworkers put SO MUCH FUCKING HAY in our South America exhibit, not just the exhibit but the GOD DAMN SQUIRREL MONKEY ENCLOSURES. THEIR ENTIRE FLOORS ARE COVERED RIPPPPP

So I texted the person who was in there yesterday and was like lmao fuck you for that and she’s like oh yeah so that was actually from the person in there the day before yesterday, and that yesterday’s person already took half out!

Like bruh cmon. Today I had to drain clean and fill the giant waterfall/pool on exhibit too, plus extra holding space since animals had to be secured last night due to cold.

SO NOW I said fuck this I’m going to lunch after cleaning the bigger monkey stall and moving the girls over. I’ll just have to go back over after lunch even though I don’t really have time to do more cleaning in the afternoon because of training projects, but c’est la vie. Gotta make sure they all have clean living spaces.

TL;DR: if you want to be a zookeeper, don’t be an asshole and leave messy enrichment for someone different to clean up the next day, without at least apologizing in advance lol

[assim-eu-sou]

Bia 2:57-58

2:57

- Ah I missed Mommy’s Boy Alex

- Awwwww Pixie looks so happy

- Ughhh Mara I’m so tried of you

- Wait I recognize these outfits uh oh

- Bia cringing in the background when Carmín brings up Antonio

- Ok but like. Chiara says she’s worried what people will think if she dates Guillermo but all of them are saying he deserves a second chance. Hm…

- I actually kinda see the cobra in the sculpture

- Aw pobreeee

- Celeste like. yikes.

- Dancer Pietro lololol

- Paula thinks nothing could surprise her at this point but. Uh. Not so sure about that.

- Alex is absolutely begging Manuel not to tell the truth with his eyes… will it work?

- Alex is the most nervous I’ve ever seen him in the background of this…. goodness…

- HA I’m glad Guillermo is standing up to Mara

- So Victor is canonically 28 rn

- Why does Zeta think hiding in boxes is a good idea

- HA Bia is really putting Manuel in his place

- Ooooooooh that was harsh

- Thiago, mi futuro ex novio… hopefully that isn’t a foreshadowing EEK

- OH GOSH I FORGOT ABOUT THIS WHOLE THING I WANT TO CLOSE THE COMPUTER

2:58

- BIG CRINGE MOMENT BIG CRINGE BIG CRINGE BIG CRINGE

- Oof this confrontation is making me ill

- Bia continues putting Manuel in his place. He’s one of the good ones, but he needs to revert to that soon.

- Alex said don’t get it twisted… I’m a momma’s boy only

- Bye Ana was absolutely scandalized by the use of “seducing”

- I have to say their acting is on POINT right now… like. They’re killing it.

- I would sure hate to be in a room with this much tension.

- Victor is about ready to commit a murder methinks

- Dang everyone is just absolutely wrecked

- Bia babey…. you deserve to see your sister as your sister…

- She continues being all dizzy… this will certainly not cause something in the future…

- “Daisy, control your boyfriend or he’ll go in the box too” HAHAHAHAHA

- Now what is Chiara doing?

- Not the plant nursery excuse againnnn

- Aillén… she knows more than people would give him credit for

- Poor Bia…. She just needs someone she can talk to really

- “A mi no hables así” Yes ma’am

- RIPPPPP I’m sure Ana was thrilled to receive that message lmaoooo

- ooooooooohhhhhhh

- Every once in a while I hear that Portuguese sneak in and it makes me smile

- Aillén… I believe in you… you won’t take up Marcos’ offer

- Man never gives up though…. Good for him

- Arreglando bailando, ey?

- Awwww my Chiara babey….

- BEU RESIDENCIA!!!!!

- Party! I love Fundom parties.

- Big Bang Fest!! Yay!

- At least there’s a couple doing well lol

- Zeta? What’s he doing…

- Chiara really tries hard to be tough

- Awwwww the babeys are gonna dance

- That’s one reconciliation down… bravo

- HUH.

- Oh…. :’(

- Aww….. the shadow of the Vilena of days past… tristeza…

- Well that’s not awkward at all…

- Wow, look at Alex apologizing to Bia

- Woah I had almost forgotten about Alex’s little thing for Bia… it’s been a ride

- Aw…. Another reconciliation

- Ayyyyy el celos de Manuel

[kateis-cakeis]

Love Victor Timeline

Love Victor is a great show.... with a great timeline... that makes sense.... In a way that it does not make any sense. @joenicky​ and I were talking and we realised, actually, the timeline is like a thousand times confusing.��

So, here goes. Timeline fuckery under the cut

So, first of all, the only real proof of time passing by a large amount is when Mia scrolls through her pictures at the end of episode 6. [video here]

So, we know Victor arrived in December because of these pictures with Mia. Presumably after Christmas because there’s no mention of it from anyone (and the Winter Carnival being after Christmas would fit with when the carnival is in Love Simon)

Episode one starts on a Wednesday because we see Victor’s lockscreen when Simon texts him at the end of his first day and it says Thursday. And when he first arrives, Felix says he’ll pick him up tomorrow. So therefore, Wednesday.

Except, except, if he did arrive in December and it was after Christmas (which me must assume because no one mentions it and surely if he’d had his first date or whatever with Mia, he would have gotten her a present???), but still in December, then he would have arrived in Atlanta on Christmas and then... wouldn’t everyone have been on break? Like school wouldn’t be open?

So, the next thing you’d think, well he might have arrived the week before. On the 18th. But you see, you see, he arrived just to go on break, yeah I can get with that, I can... But then Victor gets the job on the 20th. And Battle of the Bands is on the 11th of January. 

And is on a Saturday, and from Benji’s words when they’re at work the night before, on a Friday, “You caught on fast”, suggests that this is Victor’s first shift. 

I just can’t believe after being hired on the 20th of December that he’d have his first day on the 10th of January, three weeks later. But it’s the only way it fits!! 

But then we have to circle back to the pictures. The ones above were taken in December in a way that suggests this was after their first date and after their first kiss. Unless they hung out over the break and just casually kissed each other on the cheek like that randomly???

But from the way he talks to Benji as they close up, it sounds like the date is the first time they are hanging out after the Ferris Wheel, from Victor’s tone. And Benji calls her his Ferris Wheel boo which again suggests that the Ferris Wheel was like nothing more than a week ago and still in everyone’s minds.

But let’s slide that away for now because there are seven more episodes to talk about. Beginning with episode 4. Now this episode feels like it takes place either the day after Battle of the Bands or like on the Monday because Simon is like “Benji has a boyfriend :O” but uh... hahaahahahahahahah

Instead, it takes place on a SATURDAY! Which means between the end of ep3, and the beginning of ep4, a week has passed! How long does it take for Simon to reply??? wtffff ;jrfhgqalhjadghj

Now, now that would be bad enough but I just found something that has broken me for the last fifteen minutes. This:

At the beginning of episode 3 we see this lovely calendar in Victor’s room. We already know in this episode that it’s January so a win for consistency but uh... that calendar starts on a Friday for the 1st it looks like... January 2020, the 1st was on a Wednesday. But January 2021? It’s on a Friday.

But we know it’s 2020 from Mia’s phone. So which one is correct? I would say 2020 since Battle of the Bands is on the 11th on a Saturday which is the 2020 date....

So we’re in 2020 but god knows what the date is ahahahahaah

So we’ve established that episode 4 starts on a Saturday and ends on a Friday with the game. That one makes sense. We have no dates for it but it makes sense. We have days... It’s fine

EPISODE 5, it takes place on a Saturday. That’s all we know. Is it January? Is it February yet? I don’t know. Do you know? Please tell me you know.....

Sure we get to know Benji’s birthday but if ya wanna know Victor’s? The main character? Rippppp to youuuu

Episode 6... good old ep6. It takes place at some point in the week, then we’re at Friday... again. Always a Friday or Saturday with this show. 

(And also side note, if it is still January by like episode 5, i want to know how Victor got those 500 dollars so quickly to be on the team)

Anyway, one thing episode 6 does tell us is that by this point, we! are! in! February! Whooooo!!!! Yayy! New month!!

At the very least we can be sure that episode 6 takes place in February. Is it early, mid, late? Well considering ep7 is the next weekend, and ep8 is the weekend after, and ep9 and 10 take place in the following week after that, then I’d say it’s mid, because those three weeks then take us into early March, hence Spring Fling.

Now, you may be wondering, episode 7 is the following week? Why yes! It is! Because it starts with Victor in school, apologising to Mia for last night. Now, poor kid must have gotten hit badly in the head over the weekend because last night would have been a Friday which either means Creekwood forces its students to come in on a Saturday for regular school, orrrr it’s another plot hole. 

Getting real sick of these holes everywhere, im gonna break my leg falling into one

So then it skips to Saturday and fun times in Willacoochee happen, and then we get a Sunday. And thennnn

It’s ep8 and Friday... again. But soon enough it’s Saturday which is nice. We love seeing like two days of the week in this show.

And then Victor comes home and he’s at school in ep9? But it seems like he just got back so it’s Monday??? Because Isabel says she didn’t hear him come in last night, which must have been Sunday night.

So it’s Monday... supposedly... And the signs for the dance at school say “this weekend” so it’s like the start of the week... right? And this all takes place in one day because Victor and Mia hang out after school that night. 

Andddd the dance must be on the Friday because they are at school at the start of ep10 and the signs now say tonight. So the dance is on Friday. 

But also... Victor writes the note in ep9. And Pilar finds it. And then what...? Victor waits like four days to slide it into Benji’s locker? Like wtf Victor??? But episode 9 has to take place earlier in the week because he just! got! back! the! night! before! 

And I doubt he missed school because then only questions would have been raised.

So! ep9 is at the beginning of the week. And Victor waits four days to slip the letter to Benji into his locker for.... some reason???

And then the dance happens and it’s a Friday and it might be March but who knows if it is March but it is Spring so it might be March.

And that’s everything... that’s the timeline.

It’s half midnight for me... and im not tired, im hyped up on timeline bull and im lost and someone please make it make sense for my brain please. Thank you for reading, I hope you gleamed something from this

because i for one am more confused.... 

[sherrybaby14]

Be Afraid

Summary:  A one night stand goes horribly wrong

Warnings: THIS IS A RAPE/NONCON STORY.  Please do not read if this offends you.  Anal. Smut

Pairing: Soulless Sam x Reader

A/N: This is for @darkspnimagines Challenge.  It’s going to be 3 parts.  All are going to be heavy on the non con. 

A/N:  I tried to post this last night, but I kept getting too long notices. (It’s 3500 words).  But apparently it is an issue regarding posting from mobile (moved to a laptop)

Tags: (Had a hard time posting this. Will try again later)

Out of character.  Those three words ran through your head as you followed the beast of a man up the walkway.  It made you smile.  Always the good girl, the shy one. Here you were having your first one night stand and man… was he worth it.  The chestnut hair, doe eyes, and boy next door charm.  You were practically giddy.  

“I hope you keep smiling like that all night.” Sam gave you a wink.  

When you arrived at the front door all your nerves vanished.  He was charming.  Maybe this wouldn’t be a one night stand.  Maybe this would be more.  Maybe this would be the one you saw when the veil was lifted from your eyes and you said those two words. I do.  

You would eventually tell him you thought this was going to be a one night stand.  The two of you would laugh and make secret jokes about it.  

“You alright?” His eyes squinted and he tilted his head.

Moving way to fast like always you nodded your head.  You needed to stop and enjoy this for what it was.  A night of fun.  Focus on the present, not the future.  

Besides, the man was practically giving you an orgasm with his eyes, you couldn’t wait to find out what the rest of him was capable of.  He opened the door and you stepped into the foyer.  

“Where the hell you’ve been?” A blonde sat at a table straight ahead.  

He wasn’t alone.  There were four other people with him, shuffling over papers and…was that a knife?  

“Relax Dean.” Sam pulled you next to him and through his arm around your shoulder. “This is Y/N.”  

The guy known as Dean looked shocked.  Nobody else at the table even glanced your way.  

“I didn’t know you had roommates.” The bald man looked too old for that term.  

“Dean’s my brother.” Sam started walking you towards the staircase, holding you against him. “I’d introduce you to the rest, but we have better ways to spend our time.  Don’t you think?”  

“Maybe I should go.”  

“Don’t say that Y/N.”  Sam looked down at you as he guided you up the stairs. “My family is a bit nomadic.  Just some out of town guests.  Once we’re upstairs you will forget they’re even here.”  

The confidence you were feeling vanished.  Sam was walking fast and his grip slid to your waist.  He lifted your feet off the ground and before you knew it you were at the top of the stairs.  

“Trust me.  I promised a night to remember and I plan on delivering.”  He chuckled and looked down at you with the puppy dog eyes.  

You laughed and looked away.  He was right.  One night stand.  You never planned on seeing him again.  Push that wedding fantasy away! What did it matter if some strangers thought less of you?  

“Ah, that’s my girl.”  Sam squeezed your tight before setting you back down.  

He kept his arm around you as he walked to a room.  He pushed the door open and turned on the light to show a normal setup.  There was a bed, dressers, average room décor.  

You were taking it in when Sam came up behind you. His large arms draped over, dwarfing you.  He was warm and you felt small.  He started kissing your neck.  It had been so long since anyone touched you this way you relaxed into him.  

His teeth grazed your neck and you rolled your shoulder.  He responded by gripping you tighter. It set off a flag.  

“Didn’t we come back here for a drink?” You gave a laugh, but your nerves were in full swing.  

“Well we would have to go back downstairs for that Baby.” Same placed small kisses on your neck between his words. “Do you really want to get to know my grandfather?”  

Shit.  He was right about that one.  Still something was making your blood cool.  

“Besides, we both know why you really came here with me.”  He moved his hands to your hips and started bunching up your dress.  

You immediately grabbed the hem and pulled it back down.  

“Slow down.  Maybe we should go over some things first.”  You were down for a one night stand, but still expected some romancing.  

Sam responded by biting. Hard.  

You squealed and moved your hands to his head to try and push it off your neck.  

RIPPPPP.  Before you could react your dress was shredded into two.  

“WHAT THE HELL?” You pressed your forearm against your bra and put your other hand over your panties.  

“Don’t be a fucking tease.” Sam shoved your back and you fell onto the bed.  

You braced yourself on the edge.  His hands went under your knees and lifted you forward.  In a manner of seconds you found yourself on all fours on a stranger’s bed in your underwear.  

“STOP!”  You tried to stand up, but a large hand went to the small of your back.  

Sam leaned over you, his mouth right next to your ear.  

“Scream like that and my family will come up and join us.”  He slid your shoes off before the sound of a belt coming off filled the room.  “Or would you like that?  Are you greedy for cocks?”

The cool blood you were feeling turned to ice.  Tears stung your eyes as your brain struggled to comprehend what was happening.  

“Keep that in mind the next time you feel like yelling.”  Sam pushed off of you.  

The sound of his zipper coming down was even louder than the belt.  You wanted to run, but were frozen in fear.  

“Let me leave.”  It came out in a whisper.  

“I promised a night you wouldn’t forget and I plan on delivering.”  Hands were on the waist of your panties.  

“NO.”  You grabbed them and fell forward in the same process, pressing your cheek into the mattress and pushing your ass in the air.  

CRACK! The noise registered before the pain flooded your butt cheek.  

“Last warning Y/N.”  SLAP! SPANK! “Make another noise and I will go get my brother.  Or wait?  Are you that kinky?  Would you rather it was my grandpa?”

A sob broke free and you dropped your guard.  With no resistance Sam slid your panties over your ass.  You tried to pin your thighs together but there was no denying you were fully exposed.  

“Much better Y/N.”  Sam shuffled behind you, no doubt undressing.  

You needed to push yourself up, crawl away.  Do something.  You started to rise, when his hand was on your back again.  

“Un-un-un.”  He forced you back down.  “I decided I like this position.  Keep your head on the bed.”  

You did as you were told.  More tears and sniffles came.  You needed to think of something to do.  Some way to end this.  

“I knew you were a smart girl Y/N.  That’s why I picked you.”  He was taking his time undressing.  You didn’t dare look.  “Know when to stay quiet, good at following orders.  Truthfully I don’t want to share.”  

You heard a dresser drawer open, but you ignored it and pinched your eyes shut.  Find a way out.  

“What do you want?”  You voice shook with tears and fear.  

“Pretty simple.”  The bed dipped behind you and you trembled.  “I want to get off.  I want to use you for my release.  I want you to stay quiet. I want you to stay still.  You are a toy for me.  One I will play with all night.  I do not care about you.  Do not for a second think that I do.  Now can you cooperate?  Be quiet? Stay still?  Do what I tell you?”  

“Please don’t.”  Your body started to shake and you fisted the sheets.  

“Tsk tsk.  Already moving.”  One of Sam’s hands grabbed your hip. “Maybe I should just get a sex doll or maybe a dead body?”  

You let out a quiet scream into the comforter.  Was that a threat? Was he going to kill you?  

“I should not have said that Y/N.  I do not want to hurt you.  I promise. I just want to use you.  That is all.”  You felt his cock brush against your opening. “But if it happens to hurt. I really do not care.”  

Before you had time to process his statement his cock slid up.  Your eyes widened with a new fear.  

“PLEASE! NO! I’VE NEVER…”  

“Me either.”  He pushed forward.  

Your anal cherry was popped in a second.  He slid in with ease and it felt like a fire lit inside your ass.  You couldn’t tell if you were screaming out loud or not.  

“You are tight Y/N.”  The fire stopped. “I used a ton of lube and barely made it in an inch.  Maybe I should have worked you first.”  

An inch?  It felt like he was buried in your bowels.

“Oh well.”  He plunged in and the burning returned.  

You screamed and sobbed, fisting the sheets tighter.  The pain disappeared again, but the phantom of his cock stilled throbbed your insides.  You realized you weren’t breathing and tried to gulp in air.  Before you could exhale the pain came back.  

You let out another yelp as he filled your rear again. Your body was being split in two, you were sure of it. He was going to murder you with his cock.

“Almost there Y/N.”  

This time when he backed out you did not get a second of relief before he plunged back inside.  You were shaking uncontrollably and screaming with abandon.  It hurt.  It hurt so much.

He did not pull away.  Instead he moved deeper.  You let out a sob as the burn increased.  

“You are doing so well being quiet.” He shoved in further. “Bite the blanket if you have to.”  

You were quiet?  You were screaming!  Were you?  How the hell did this happen?  

“Beautiful Y/N.” His hips touched your ass cheeks.  

He was all the way in.  You couldn’t begin to imagine how deep. Another sob started to form, but you turned your head and bit the blanket.  

“Good job.”  Sam moved his hands so one was on each hip.  

He moved his hips back, but his cock barely moved.  

“You are so tight it’s like a vacuum.”  He pushed forward and smooshed your cheeks again.  “Don’t worry. I’ll figure you out.”  

Sam started pumping and you groaned.  It felt like his cock was a stick rubbing fast, trying to start a giant bone fire inside of you.  As he moved the smoke billowed and burned.  You cried uncontrollably.  Biting and squeezing the blanket.  

Soon he found a rhythm, pulling out farther before slamming back in. His quicker movements actually lessened the pain.  

“There we go.”  He gave your cheek a playful slap.  

Playful?  There was nothing playful about this.  You wanted to be anywhere else. One night stand? What were you thinking?  

SNAP!  You lifted your head and squeaked as your bra strap hit into your back.  

“Sorry Y/N.”  Sam fisted your bra. “I should have taken this off earlier.  I am always awkward with these things.”  

He unhooked your bra while continuing to plow into you ass, speaking in a tone as if you were at a coffee shop.  Was he a robot?  You bra fell down your arms and he reach around and started kneading your breast.  

“I have always been more of an assman, but I wanted something else to grab.”  His fingers tweaked your nipple and pulled down.  

Was that supposed to be a joke? He let out a moan and started fucking you faster.  You were a strange combination of numb and fear. You turned your head back into the mattress and bit the blanket.  

“Uhhhh.”  He pinched your nipple hard and slammed into you a final time.  

His jizz coated your rectum faster than your tears were falling.  It was done.  He was done.  Maybe he would let you go now.  

You felt his cock twitch a few more times and he let go of your newly abused pebble before sliding out of you.  POP.  The noise of his exit filled you with a deeper sense of shame.  

It burned.  You burned.  He stood up and gave your ass a light tap.  

Everything was foggy.  You hurt in places you never anticipated hurting.  You heard a click and forced your eyes open.

You fell to your side and looked up to see a light on in a bathroom connected to Sam’s room.   There was a clear view of him as he started the sink and checked himself out in the mirror.  

Your eyes dropped to the floor.  You saw your underwear and shredded dress among his pile of clothing.   It was time to leave.  He was done with you.  

You needed to be strong.  Get dressed and get yourself to the hospital, maybe the police as well.  You turned to sit up and winced, tilting to you side to not sit on your abused behind.  

“We are not done.”  Sam turned to look at you, his cock was in his hand as he washed it in the sink.  

A whimper left your mouth at the size of it.  That thing didn’t even look like it could fit in your correct hole.  How was it in your ass?  

“I was thinking I may want to fuck you pussy or mouth next.  So I better clean off.”  He leaned against the frame stroking himself. “But now I’m thinking your ass was so tight, maybe I will just do it all night.”  

“Please.  Let me go.  I did what you said.” You pulled your bra back up over your shoulders.  

Sam strutted out to you, his cock already hardening in his hand.  He reached down and cupped your chin, then slid his hand down your neck to your strap.  You did not try to fight him as he pulled your last garment away and tossed it on the floor.  

“I will let you go. Eventually”  He tilted his head. “This is not about you Y/N.  It’s not about what you want. It’s about what I need.”  

“You’re a monster.”  Tears started to form again.  

“Not a monster.”  His eyes danced over your body. “Just soulless.”  

Sam reached down and grabbed your waist, turning you back into the same position.  

“Maybe water as lube will provide a different sensation.”  His cock pressed against your aching hole. “Remember.  Do as your told.”  

Soulless?  You believed it.  It didn’t hurt as bad this time.  But the pain was still very real as you turned your head and bit the blanket.  Willing to do whatever it took to survive.  

~~~  

The man didn’t sleep.  

You lost count of how many times he anally raped you. You were passed exhaustion, but as soon as you started to doze off he would pinch you nipple so hard you came back.  

Was man even a word to describe him?  Monster was more on par.  

Everything was fuzzy.  Was this all a dream?  

Knocks echoed through the room.  He pulled out of you.  Biting the blanket ended long ago and your head was towards the door.  Sam cracked it open.  

“What the hell man?  We’re waiting on you!” You struggled to lift your eyes.

Through the small crack you saw the blonde brother.  Help me.  Or was it his turn?  You didn’t know so you stayed quiet.  

“I’ve been busy.” Sam gave a happy laugh.  

The same sound that trapped your earlier.  Light hearted.  Fun.  

“Doing what? Have you slept?” The brother was mad.  

Did he think it was his turn?  You let out a whimper.  

“Enjoying myself.” Sam’s voice was familiar, warm, fake.  The kind of fake ness only a true sociopath had mastered.  

“IS SHE?” His brother was yelling.  

Sam looked back at you.  His eyes sent a fear through you that made you fight the numbness and move your head towards the wall.  You were on your stomach, no longer capable of holding your ass in the air.  At least he only saw your butt, if any shame was left in you.  

There was some muffled voices.  You should have been crying but the tears had long dried.  The door shut.    You hoped you were alone.  

“A cab will be here in five minutes.”  Fabric hit your back.  

Hands were on you, sitting you up on the bed.  CRACK!  Your jaw ached.  Your shoulder’s shook.  

“You did beautifully tonight Y/N.”  Same lifted your arms and put a shirt over your head.

You felt like a doll, going with his movements as he stood you up.  It wasn’t your shirt.  It was his.  He stepped you into a pair of basketball shirts.  Also his.  You wanted to cringe, but felt unable.  

He picked up your purse and through it over your shoulder.  Everything hurt and you couldn’t feel a thing at the same time.  It was strange.  

“You are a smart girl.  I’m sure you know this already, but go to a hospital, call the police, tell your mom, tell your best friend, tell you cat and I will show up and murder everyone you ever loved or thought about loving.”  Sam opened the door and started guiding you into the hall.  “Do you understand?”  

All you could think about was your own bed.  You didn’t want to deal with anything else but resting your body.  Sam through his arm around you and picked you up like before.  This time you winced as he half carried you down the stairs, his movement reigniting pains.  

He took you straight to the front porch and set you down again.  The sun was up.  It was morning.  

“Y/N.  I need you to say you understand or I won’t be able to let you leave.”  

Everything was moving in slow motion, but you looked back at him.  

“I thought about loving you.  Would that mean you’ll kill yourself?”  Did you say that out-loud?  

Sam’s doe eyes narrowed and then he broke into a smile and laughed.  A yellow car pulled up in front of the house and he walked you down.  

He tucked you in the backseat and paid the driver.  Sam didn’t bother to say another word to you before the car pulled away.  

You went on autopilot, getting out of the car in front of your place.  You were more zombie than human as you climbed the stairs and passed out in your bed.  You didn’t care if you locked the door to your apartment or not.  Nothing worse could happen to you.  

~~~  

Everything hurt worse when you woke up.  

“I’ll murder everyone you ever loved.”  

That line made your eyes pop open.  Who had you told?  Both your parents! Your best friend!  Your mailman! You shouted it from the rooftops!

You sat up in bed only to get thrown back down.  Sam’s face looked down at you, blood streaks dripped from his forehead.

“They’re all dead and it is your fault.”  He gave his warm smile.

This time you let out a scream and shot up in bed.  

You were hyperventilating and grabbed the brown paper bag you kept on your night stand.  Four years.  Four years and you still dreamed of that night.  

You breathed into the bag to calm yourself down.  If you were lucky it would be enough to pass back out again.  But the sun was streaming through your windows and it was time to get up.  

Had it been four years or four seasons?  You tried to think of winter, spring, summer, and fall, but they all blended into one.  

The world went to shit, or was that all a hallucination?  What did it matter.  

After that night you abandoned everything.  You left your job, family, friends.  

Staying would have been selfish.  You knew that.  All it took to get rid of them was deleting social media and dropping your cell phone.  

One time a PI caught up to you.  Said your parents were worried sick.  But it was better them being worried than dead.  So you told him to fuck off and moved the next day.  

Falling off the grid was easier than you expected.  Most mom and pop restaurants didn’t want to deal with the taxes and were happy to hire a waitress under the table.  Cleaning houses was an easy gig too.  And landlords never minded being paid in cash.  

You put the bag down and grabbed your pair of jeans that were laying on the floor from last night.  As you pulled them on you glanced around your one room apartment.  

Before you left for work you made sure your backpack was packed.  That was all you needed.  The cash, the clothes on your back and a spare.  You were always ready to flee.  Moving was a necessity in this sort of life.  

Small towns were easier to hide in.  People didn’t ask questions.  You were ignored as long as you ignored them.  But the second you felt uneasy you moved on.  

It had been a month in Iowa and the fear was starting to creep.  Maybe you would buy a bus ticket and leave tomorrow.  Head on a route to a major town and pick a random stop to get off in.  That was the best way to do it.  

You were deep in thought about leaving, starring at the sidewalk when a shoulder bumped into you.  

“Excuse me.”

“Sorry.”  

You spoke at the same time.  You looked up and froze on the sidewalk.

All the times you obsessed, thinking what you would have done differently, how you should have fought back, called for help, turned into Wonder Woman and strangled the man with your bra.  The small ounces of courage you battled with rushed to you mind.  

But sometimes nature doesn’t change and instead your blood turned into ice as you looked into his eyes.  

“You look familiar, have we met before?” His brow scrunched.

He didn’t remember you.  But your breath caught as you re-lived that night again, certain you were screaming but probably being dead silent.  

“Where the hell have you been?” “IS SHE”?  

The blonde. The brother. Dean tilted his head as he tried to jog his memory of the one night you would never be able to forget.

[weirdness-on-the-roof]

critical role episode 48 campaign 2 notes and funny lines post break edit:this has detailed notes on all the stuff that happened later in the episode including physical descriptions near the end. enjoy ya nerds

don’t steal the books from a high powered mage; don’t kill the dude; beau turning into cad; look at beau planning for the future

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is marisha flirting with matt via matt playing yasha and beau flirting with yasha?

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‘tea the international language’ but no earl grey

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wensworth the goblin

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coming from Cad ‘im a fine tea maker’ is kinda a threat tbh

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elf that isn’t white/European??? yay! also really old elves are cool

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beau and cad tag teaming a political chat with a mage this can’t end poorly

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Nott: :beau ruins every situation shes in and is very abrasive

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send the freaking cat!!! why not?? caleb my dude

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god i miss allura and gilmore currently

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fucking fuck don’t lie to the mage beau plz stop this is painful ‘you’re not wrong’ sure blame the ancient sea god

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‘on the verge of returning’ yea no duh you let him out 2/3 of the way so fjord could get a spell

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‘we found a thing’ so smooth and eloquent beau ‘it was presented to us as the happy fun time ball’

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‘butter fingers with magical items’

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beau getting a geography lesson from a very old powerful elven mage

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‘magical geometric orb that has the ability to bend time and space and fate’ which is kept in a hot pink magic bag that happened to ‘fall into [their] lap’

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‘if youre down im down is what im saying... i have a few slots open in my loyalty bank if you’re willing to pay rent’ says the 20 some human who punches things to the centuries old wizard ‘

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liam stress eating

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cad’s hope in the group is heartwarming

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tower metaphors and a conversation!!!

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caleb reading shitty romance novel and nott eating a fish outside a mage’s tower in the morning sunlight in a major city

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caleb takes the rear

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first name drop and a while

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holy shit 200 years of magic using

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cad explaining materialistic nature of the rest of the party to elf dude is hilarious

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teleportation circles?????? in return for access to the sphere!! oh shit thats good

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or candy

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crap. no one has insight checked this dude and they gave him the happy fun ball and made a deal kinda.

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‘how do we prove our loyalty?’ ‘by not fucking me over’ sounds like a good plan

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is this guy just caleb’s patron now on the low idk this is how my head works and he said learn

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“you have a geometric shape that makes babies?” “yea they talked about that”

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fjord just kills the dude

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‘i got banishment on hold just in case’ *cackling laughter*

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i agree with elf dude, him not knowing anything about the dodecha is more concerning than him knowing about it

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ALL THE CITIES FROM CR1 MENTIONED FOR THE FIRST TIME!!! I STILL MISS ALLURA AND GILMORE

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good to know the pink bag protects from divination on this plane but just this one

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jester and the traveler figurine

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cad included the Traveler in the ‘chaotic forces’ i still think the traveler is some kinda arch fey evil things idk its real late here and this is incoherent

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‘well, thats been my morning tea‘ 

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caleb getting additional tour

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good aesthetic for the room tbh

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letting weird people in for morning tea is entertainment is a mood and something i strive to be able to do without getting murdered one day

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so yasha and caleb both have gotten the ‘stay with friends’ chat from a powerful being which is nice. but also the ‘use who you need to’ going to caleb is vaguely concerning

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personalized biscuits [bourbon, cinnamon, lobster, fish and three unknowns]

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‘caleb, what happened in there?’

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cad not believing caleb’s bullshit and opening doors for caleb warms my heart

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‘if this isn’t the death of us, and if not hes a good ally. somethings gonna be the death of us so [yolo]’

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‘you can’t bullshit everyone in this world’

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cad talking about beau telling the truth: ‘you’re not very good at it but you tried

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jester looking out for nott and her home town

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caleb and beau being cute while also giving each other shit is the most sibling like thing

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omg going back to allfield that was so long ago for fucks sake BRYCE my person thank god

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jester had a boy band phase its cannon and i think the girls had a sleepover in jester’s old room. also marion never leaves the hotel. THE RUBY NECKLACE MY HEART AND THE HONEY AWWWWW

‘the army of men and women and inbetween that will do as i want them to’ god i adore her being protective of jester

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also the fact matt makes such a good mom why is he like this

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travel time!!!! ‘roll for initiative’-tal

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how does matt keep these notes so organized and remember all the npc names

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the ranger/beast master in Laura is coming out with nugget

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caleb is a devout cat person and jester is the definition of a dog person

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nott refining oil on a magical moving cart, while jester reads a romance novel and trains a dog,

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Dyren- Beau’s roommate at colbot souls; ‘taught beau lots of really cool things’ got sent to a warfront. shaved head, dark clothes, buff b/c ‘been workin out’, ‘do you love her?’ they had ‘good times’, then literal booty call, and dropping locations, Dyren was in Bladegarden. ‘fierce eyebrows, pointed nose’

                    OH MY GOD THEY WERE ROOMMATES

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Vandren info drop to Fjord ‘he was making amends’

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Dyren responded and was hurt in Bladegarden but is safe. Beau looked immediately worried and happy about jester’s imput [’sounded way into you’]

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empire kids chat and caleb admitting insecurities about powerful people and being scared about the consequences of his actions and the group’s actions. caleb is scared about being forced to leave for safety and being ‘flayed alive’. my thoughts are he would leave if he became a threat to the others by being there or vise versa. trent would extort that b/c hes a dick

“caleb, unfortunately, you don’t get to choose who cares for you” you’re fucking correct Beau

“the problem with friends is that you have to care for them”

walks away “wow cool caleb! see- jester thinks you’re cool because shes your fucking friend!”

me too Tal “everything i like about those two characters in one conversation”

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5 years since Caleb left Trent and crew ie had a nervous breakdown

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gustav left town after being freed and trostenwald now has a WV accent that is too familiar

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100 extra soldiers in allfield. bryce is still up and kicking and wonderful. stuff ‘got this far east [quickly]’. the attacks came from underground apparently so fuck. the fields were burned, building destroyed a bit then they [Xhorhasians] left

“good thing is they’ve already been attacked so lightning doesn’t strike twice” oof thanks bryce

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beau just dead ass asking for illegal writing statements

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fjord having a thank u jesus bryce moment

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jester giving cad a pretty present is ‘so exciting’ and precious

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Cad not knowing cookbooks were a thing!!! and not being utterly literate enough to understand it

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wtf happened to liam’s voice in the ‘main export is oysters’ thing

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FELDERWEN!!!!!

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a dozen squads of 50 ppl each patrolling felderwen area so rippppp

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Nott knows where the halfing’s house is.... interesting... and is heavily drinking

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BLUE FLASH

elven woman in fine clothes of green and black ----lady vest durogna the arch mage of antiquity serboros assembly

a male figure in deep blue robes, older pale elf, fine clothes, the flash came from him----- martinette luden’th de____ arch mage of domestic protection

CALEB KNOWS THEM BOTH FROM THE ACADEMY AHHHHHH

he just lays flat and hides in the cart internally: ‘nopenopenopenope’

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several burned buildings, a warehouse, an inn, apothecary and several houses

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ohhhh shit the halfling was the owner of the apothecary and nott was looking for the shit she had been sending back this whole adventure....... im sad now that was confirmed

havent found a body of yeza

luke is yeza’s son at old edith’s house

            halflings only produce halflings according to something i read at some point but forget where sooooooooo

shattered vials and materials and house stuff

CHILDREN'S TOYS

locked basement which nott knows of?? Nott is anxious and impatient when the door doesn’t open. jester fails, yasha rages and at a 19 and doesn’t break the door. ‘it wasn’t [trapped]’ but dispel magic worked to open it.

a 15′x15′ room, tossed ‘not like you remember’ to nott, a 2x3 iron chest. a single chair in the center of the room. definitely a struggle with heavy impacts and blade scratched on wall

             nott was the torturer from the goblin tribe

chair was placed in the spot after the struggle

this was where he [yeza] kept chemicals according to nott

poisoned iron locked box (dull black glass)  inside a retractable silver tripod to hold something atop it, 3 empty vials 1 full one with a liquid/gas fog like dull colored thing, a pile of destroyed notes [two pieces of still legible paper which have props]

            dunamous field, causes ppl slow to be slower or faster, ‘captured crin operatives’ dunaments and dunamacy, origon gliffs, exist outside established schools of magic, theory in deeply rooted in arcana taken for granted, rooted in _____ town, 12-16 months to refine, word has found me that trent’s kiddos have knacks for this things, dreams are thrilling

well shittttt

            crin on battle fields, ‘breaking fields of fate, fuck the raven queen

SHIIIIIT

a piece of dunemous

dodecha goes in tripod according to beau

chair facing chest

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cricks did this apparently

a little under 100 crowns guard killed, 4 civilians burned

soldiers just ‘slowed down’ 

left via tunnels and collapsed them behind them

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nott dont be a bitch and don’t get mad at caleb and call them ‘his people’

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cad picks up caleb and ‘youre not at fault here, youre the solution here. don’t let her anger... its not about you’

my HEART

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the chest is too big for the haver sack but fits in lorenzo’s bag of holding

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people have entered and exited since the attack and left the chair and stuff

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lots ‘o chairs

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nott needs to see ledith and uke (?) and not flip the fuck out

‘humble hobble’

nott looked like halfling plump face, braids, tan skin

edith- human older, grey hair, beady eyes, ever present smile like face

          LUKE IS HER SON!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CANNON

         *edit- rewatching this and seeing ever one’s faces “wheres my son?!” particularly laura/liam/travis just hurt. liam just looked up after a second and travis did his face he does and laura just stiffened and eyes and hand to face. caleb/liam who knows just hugs himself the rest of the convo. marisha is note taking and fuck the video off now

about 5 yrs old, blue eyes, tan/light brown skin, halfling

gave him the doll of the king

IM GONNA CRY NOW BYE

‘HES PROABLY DEAD NOW TOO LIKE I THOUGHT YOU WER’

yenza locks him away when ‘the mean lady comes by’

mean lady has pointy ears and comes often, luke was kept in room, luke was pushed out of the house and told to go somewhere safe so he ran to edith’s house and ‘everything was on fire’

‘im not strong enough to come back yet but know that [im stll thinking of you and i send things] and i hope dad sends them to you.“ fuck my heart

“in my heart i think he is” “well don’t die”

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the elves are gong to the ruins of yenza’s house

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marisha looked so betrayed

tal ‘i was waiting for the riegel shoe to drop’

WOW

HEY CALEB- WOOOW

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we’ll pick up hiiiere

fuck you sam and matt and everything abou this my heart is just FUCKKK

ummm so enjoy the frantic poorly taken notes <3

[dfenestrate]

Hi!! Hope ur well!💜 May I ask these from the questions for gif makers: #1,4,13,18,32,& 38? Sorry so many but they were all so interesting & I really wanna ask u all of em🙊😅😂

omg omg omg omg don’t be sorry haha i’d be more than happy to answer all of them

#1) What are your top 3 favorite sets you’ve made

**** in no particular order

go the f*ck to sleep for a castiel gif challenge– i’m so happy that i was able to pull this off almost exactly as i envisioned

this sapphire themed castiel graphic challenge entry– literally nothing like what i imagine, but it’s probably the most beautiful edit i’ve made so far 

this set of matthew gray gubler in newness bc if you’ve seen the movie, then you know how horrible the coloring is to work with and yet still i made it work in the softest psd ever

#4) A set that flopped but deserved better

**** okay so i cheated with this one. the first two links are the real answer and then the others are shameless self plug ins lmfao 

mainly these two gotg ones bc, again, the colors were weird to work with but i did my best and i love the gotg eternally so yeah: x x

these are two that i’m like kinda salty about bc i know the fandom is big and like, they’re not that bad sets imo: x x

also then these ones (i’m not too salty about these ones bc the fandoms aren’t that big on tumblr so rip me): x x x

#13) Where or from whom did you learn how to gif

i learned mainly from @completeresources. they’ve got like EVERYTHING when it comes to beginner giffing. after that, i learned through mistakes and the times when i was bored (ha, senioritis) and was just playing around with the program. 

#18) For the aesthetic, for the laughs, or for the feels what your preference

yowza i’m really a volatile giffer. mainly, i think i gif for aesthetic unless there’s a scene that makes me laugh a lot or die a little. i try to incorporate feels into the aesthetic (i’m so bad at fonts so i’m just playing myself with this attempt)

#32) What is your favorite tool/adjustment layer in Photoshop

hmmm okok it’s a joint mechanism with the hue/saturation and vibrance adjustment thingies. i like to use the hue/saturation tool to toggle with the individual colors and find a good ratio. then i raise the total saturation just a bit before i use vibrance. with vibrance, i like hike up the “vibrance” and then use the saturation bar in that adjustment box to lower the overall saturation until the bright colors remain bright while the blinding highlights dull a little. this is probably more work than what is needed, but lol i tend to like things that don’t make it easy for me (rippppp)

#38) What are you really excited to gif that isn’t out yet

i love this question and there’s A LOT (it’s literally all that is coming out with my fandoms)

venom

fantastic beasts 2 

bohemian rhapsody 

supernatural s14 

into the spiderverse 

bad times at the el royale (the cast is so good and it looks so nice visually) 

it chapter 2 (i literally check daily? for updates on this. the paul bunyan scene was filmed and i literally jumped with joy bc it’s like my favorite part of the book)

stranger things 3

mindhunter 2 (that last scene in season 1? you’ve got to be kidding me) 

daredevil 3 (matt murdock my soN) 

avengers 4

captain marvel

spiderman far from home 

and i’m p sure i’m forgetting things

dumb cast interviews for everything (tv. bands, etc.) 

this went overboard i’m sorry 

thank you again, love! this was really really fun!

[victorluvsalice]

AU Thursday: As Long As You Love Me -- Murder Angel

Hey, how about some actual fic from me today too? I’ve had this one waiting in the wings for a bit -- the next part of the “As Long As You Love Me” AU! If you recall, when we last left our heroes, they’d suffered a mysterious blowout during radio sing-along time. As we rejoin them, we find that -- well, they’re roughly in the same state Ken and Bart were in this clip: Angel of Death Victor’s not taking it well...

"The universe never allows you to get hurt, huh?"

"Technically, they didn't hurt us," Alice replied, tugging at her bonds. "And it is very odd hearing sarcasm coming from you."

"I think I'm allowed to be sarcastic, given the circumstances," Victor grumbled, looking up at the hot, cloudless sky. He could feel the sun boring into his skin – much longer out here and he'd have an awful sunburn. "Can't you do anything?"

"Do you think I enjoy being duct-taped to a fence in my skivvies?" Alice responded. "Unfortunately, it doesn't work like that. We have to wait for the target. At least that's what Caterpillar tells me."

"Tell Caterpillar that if this 'target' doesn't hurry up, I'm going to put him into a bug box."

Alice was silent for a minute. "He says you wouldn't," she finally replied. "That's its antithetical to your very nature. Apparently you cried the first time you heard what making a bug box meant for the butterfly."

Victor went still. "What – h-how do you–"

RRRRRRMMMRRRrrmrmrmrmrmrmrrrrmmmm. . .

A familiar set of Harleys roared into view, quickly rendering Alice's sudden attack of psychic power unimportant. The gang rolled up and spread out, parking in a circle around their captives. Victor did a quick headcount – nine now, instead of eight. The newcomer was an older man – short, and on the heavier side, but in a way that suggested power instead of one too many large dinners. The rest of the gang scurried around him deferentially as he dismounted and walked toward the fence. Victor gulped. Suddenly he was almost missing his closet.

The man stopped and stared at them, one eyebrow raised. "These two?" he said. Medusa nodded. "You're shittin' me. These are the guys that killed Icarus?"

"It's them, Riggins," Marzanna said from somewhere behind Victor. "Shark and Kitten saw 'em at the diner."

Alice twisted her head around. "Riggins?"

"I think he's their leader," Victor told her. He offered Riggins a shaky smile. "L-look, I think there's been some s-sort of – of mix-up–"

"You don't look like professionals," Riggins continued, ignoring him. He stepped forward, scowling. "So who sent you? The Horsemen? New Children of the Old Gods? Those weirdos the Hitchhikers Of The Galaxy?"

"No one! She killed him on her own! She just – does that!" Victor yanked ineffectually at the duct tape. "We are not trying to start a gang war here!"

"No, we're ending one," Alice said softly. "Target acquired." Out of the corner of his eye, Victor saw her look up. "Now, Cheshire, I don't suppose you could put those claws of yours to good use and cut me down so I could do my job. . ."

Riggins shook his head. "This is all so much noise," he muttered. "Screw it." He waved to the rest of the gang. "Burn 'em. Dump 'em with the others."

Victor felt Alice stiffen behind him. "Oh no. . .oh, you shouldn't have said that," he groaned. "She has a – history with fire."

"Awww, what? The little lady don't like the heat?" Kitten mocked, shaking the fence. Victor grimaced as hot wire rattled against his back.

"Not fond of it, no," Alice said through clenched teeth.

Riggins chuckled. "You're gonna like it even less soon." He licked his lips. "Maybe me and the boys will make s'mores."

Victor decided he really did not like Riggins. But, well, even the worst asshole deserved a warning. "Look – I will be the first to admit that I have no idea what's going on," he said slowly. "But I do know Alice. When she gets it in her head to kill someone. . .well – they die. You and your men are the ones in danger here." Although how the hell she's going to get us out of this one is beyond me. . .

Riggins smirked. "You really believe that?" He moved a step forward, like a cougar stalking its prey. "We're Blackwing, loser. Nobody fucks with us."

Victor looked over his shoulder at Alice – in naught but her bra and panties, no knife or gun, taped in place as securely as he was. She looked as helpless as him. . .but then, he'd thought she was a goner when Tannen had shoved his gun into her forehead too. "She's the one who killed Icarus," he replied, meeting Riggins's smug gaze head on. "Hasn't she already?"

That got a scowl. "You gotta mouth on you," Riggins declared, reaching down for something in the dirt. When he stood back up, Victor saw it was a baseball. "Time to shut you up, I think."

Oh shit, oh shit, why on earth had he decided to go for the pithy one-liner – Victor jerked his head back around. "Alice?!"

"Wait for it," she replied, eyes on the sky, looking supremely unconcerned.

"Wait for it?!" Victor threw himself against his bonds in a panic. He was about to take a baseball to the face, minutes before Blackwing turned them both into Guy Fawkes dummies, and she told him to wait for it?! Oh God, why didn't I run for it when I had the chance?! A bullet to the back of the head would have at least been quick! Now I'm going to cook to death, probably with a broken jaw, back to back with – "Ow!"

Victor's head clanged against the fence as the baseball met his forehead in an instant of blinding pain. He screwed his eyes shut, fireworks briefly flaring behind his closed lids –

bonk! rippppp – clunk – CRUNCH!

And then, suddenly, his left hand was free.

Victor's eyes snapped open. The fence was sagging now, the old length of pipe holding it up having fallen. Had the baseball knocked it out of place? Did he dare do anything?

"Kitten!"

Shark raced past them, toward where the pipe had fallen. Victor followed his path to see – Oooooh. . . He hastily averted his eyes again. The unfortunate Kitten had been directly under the pipe when it fell, and thanks to the nasty-looking chunk of concrete on top of it. . .well, he wasn't getting up again. And I thought I'd seen the worst of what could happen to a human head when Tannen got pistol-whipped to death. . .

The rest of the gang hastily closed ranks, drawing guns and eyeing the captives suspiciously. Victor heard Marzanna hurry towards them. "Don't you fuckers even think of trying – ah!"

The barrel of a shotgun jerked through the fence, right next to Victor's head. He flinched as it fired – BANG! Medusa hit the ground, a bullet in his forehead. BANG! Incubus dropped, blood spraying from his skull. BANG! Cerebus collapsed, felled by the same impossible accuracy. Victor risked a glance behind him. Sure enough, Alice had also been freed by the falling pipe. Her hand was currently wrapped around Marzanna's, struggling for control of the gun. Then her knee came up, catching him right in the sternum. Marzanna gasped for breath as she tore her other arm free. "Get her!" Riggins demanded, staring at his downed compatriots in shock.

Wilson promptly started firing – Alice spun and grabbed Marzanna, letting him take the hail of bullets. Her hand snatched his pistol from his waistband – bang! Wilson flopped over, missing a healthy chunk of his skull. Shark ran at her, screaming – bang! One bullet, right through the gullet. Moloch desperately took aim – bang! He hit the ground, less one eye and one life. Alice let Marzanna's corpse drop and pointed the gun at the stunned Riggin's head –

click, click.

Alice blinked. "Oh for – are you kidding me?" she demanded, snapping open the cylinder. "With one left?"

Riggins, mouth opening and closing like a fish, saw his opportunity and went for his boot. A wicked-looking knife appeared in his hand. He took aim and threw as Alice as Alice dropped the gun and looked for a fresh weapon. thwip-thwip-thwip –

The handle bounced off her shoulder. Alice looked down, then picked up with a shrug. "That works." With barely a moment's pause, she flung it back.

It landed with a heavy thunk right in Riggins's heart. He stared at it a moment as blood began to pour from his mouth. His terrified eyes found hers – merciless and pitiless.

Then, in slow motion, he collapsed to the ground. Alice surveyed her work with cool professional pride. "There. That about does it." She returned to the fence and tore the tape off Victor's right wrist. "I think you ought to get some clothes on before you end up looking like an overdone steak."

Victor nodded vaguely, eyes traveling over the bodies of the men. Nine people. Nine hardcore, violent, unforgiving people. And she'd slaughtered them all in her underwear. Without even her trademark knife. All because a baseball had gone the right way.

A baseball. . .

"Wait for it."

He stumbled off the junk pile as she took Riggins's jacket and draped it over her shoulders. "You – you knew, didn't you?"

Alice looked back at him. "Knew what?"

"About this. That – that this–" He waved a hand to encompass the carnage. "–was going to happen."

"Well, I wouldn't go that far," Alice said, examining Shark's corpse. "But I knew the universe would provide, once I had my target." She started undoing his jeans. "He's pretty thin – I think these will fit you. At the very least, you won't be swimming in them."

Victor barely heard. "It's real," he whispered. "What you said before – it was the truth. You are exactly who you say you are. Some sort of – of murder angel."

He wasn't sure what possessed him to put it that way. Judging by Alice's surprised stare, neither was she. "Angel?" she repeated.

Victor shrugged. For a half a second, he was sure he saw her blush – then she dropped her head and went back to her task. "I am what I say I am. I know it, the universe knows it, and now you know it. Congratulations."

"And I really am with you for a reason." Victor found himself smiling, fear drowned out by a wave of exhilaration. "My life – it – it actually has a purpose!"

Alice glanced up with one of those genuine smiles. "Nice feeling, isn't it?" She yanked the pants off Shark and tossed them to Victor. "Catch!"

His hand grabbed a leg on autopilot, his mind racing. Ever since he was little, he'd listened to Pastor Galswells preach that everyone had a purpose for being – a reason God had put them on this earth. For years, he'd wondered if that was true – and, if it was, whether his was really just helping his society-obsessed parents move further up the heap via a good marriage. But now. . .he stepped into the jeans, awash in possibility. Perhaps being the companion of a holistic assassin wasn't really better, per say, than forwarding Nell and William Van Dort's social-climbing dreams – but it was a hell of a lot more interesting. "So – where to now?" he asked, zipping the fly.

"Search me," Alice replied, throwing him the shirt. "But Wonderland will lead me – us in the right direction soon enough." She felt in her jacket pocket and pulled out a set of keys. "Do you know how to ride a motorcycle?"

"No," Victor admitted, pulling on the shirt. Ugh, it was all greasy. . .but any port in a storm. "Do you?"

"No." Alice grinned like a shark. "But I'm willing to learn."

[caseyvalhalla]

xigheart replied to your post “don’t get old kids, your gall bladder might secretly try to kill you...”

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I’m not dead yet mofo mephalasturm replied to your post “don’t get old kids, your gall bladder might secretly try to kill you...”

they sucked my gall bladder out when I was twenty and i'm totally fine with pizza. there's just a little more discomfort when grease is not consumed in moderation. though everyone's different i guess

ty for lifting my spirits with the prospect that I will eventually be able to eat pizza again; currently my gall bladder is still in its original location, being angry and inflamed, but it seems likely they’ll have to suck it out. until then i am in doctor prescribed low fat diet hell. deadfreckledboys replied to your post “don’t get old kids, your gall bladder might secretly try to kill you...”

So it did turn out to be a gallbladder stone? I'm glad you're okay!! (Sucks you have a cold now though :C *hugs*)

yeah, looks like it might be multiple stones, not sure, gotta get evaluated by a surgeon and all that fun stuff *hugssssss*

[cjr09]

Some updates on Cj’s fish tank #drama

HELLO FRIENDS it’s time to hear about my kardashian fish again

Lellow’s still doing fine! He’s figured out how swimming and eating works and most importantly he’s finally figured out how hiding works! He’s chillin in his castle and still doing great~

this is a picture from a few days ago but I can’t get any more recent ones rn rip I’ll post more later b/c I love Little Prince Lellow he’s my great-great-great-great grandfish and I love him

BUT as soon as the fry were born, the two male mollies I have in my tank- Duke and Cheese- started acting super, super aggressive to one another and the other fish in the tank, and I can only assume that the other fry got caught up in it or otherwise passed away. 

I’ve been raising mollies for a long time- like I said, Lellow’s fourth generation- and I’ve NEVER seen them act so aggressive towards one another, so after a lot of research I decided the best course of action would be to get a few more females to get those two to find some chill.

Insert the new gals! Two gold dust a dalmation molly~ the gold dusts are younger, and a little bit smaller than my males, whereas the dalmation is a little bit bigger and probably an older lady, with some hints of lyretail in her (I never get lyretail mollies because I’ve found they’re super succeptable to ich) but she seems to be doing alright regardless. However, instead of getting the males to calm down like I wanted, Cheese ramped his aggression up to eleven and started really going after the two gold dusts, to the point where I was genuinely afraid he’d kill them.

Bad and naughty fish that can’t play nice with others get placed in the              p u n i s h m e n t t a n k

So yeah basically I put Cheese in timeout for a while, as a few people recommended, but when I tried to put him back in the tank he was immediately back in hyper aggressive mode, and while it’s harder to see on Cheese, Duke’s taken some serious tearing to his fins so I don’t doubt Cheese has the same (not to mention that Cheese was getting his tail handed to him this round). Cheese is back in timeout, but I’m really not sure what else to do about him at this point :c I don’t think his aggression level’s gonna go down any, and I really don’t want to have to get any more females because my parents will be selling their house pretty soon (which means I need to find a place to live then haul this tank up to Dallas sometime soon...) since I’m not sure if the addition of more females will make him stop going after the two gold dusts with intent to kill.

He all but ignores Empress and the dalmation, which is the weird thing, so I’m not sure if he’s just taking out his aggression on something smaller than him or what’s going on there. I’m hoping I can get him sorted out soon, because I have to leave for college again in like, three or four days- which is when I’d have to let Lellow out to face the big tank on his own as well, so there’s a lot at stake if Cheese can’t FIND SOME CHILL.

so many low quality pictures but I’ll try and get more later when I can unplug my phone and use it again rippppp

pray 4 Cheese 2k17

[harryfeatgaga]

Miss page please help me. I am doing a sociology course and I am required to use two theories and 2 concepts based of a newspaper article I used. The topic is on deviance and social control and my lecturer flat out ignored me so idk if had to combine deviance and social control as one.

I COULDNT TELL YA JUST DO UR BEST BABE 

Anonymous said: Pear im in a zoom meeting and HAVE TO USE THE BATHROOM and I’ve got my mic and camera off but my professor keeps unmuting us and forcing us to answer I can’t risk it

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Anonymous said: I just can’t do the live online meets for school :( it makes me so anxious and I feel so bad. Like I hate emailing my teachers about it because I hate being an inconvenience.

JUST TELL THEM BABE IM SURE UR NOT THE ONLY ONE

Anonymous said: I can barely stay awake until like 11:30pm 👵

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Anonymous said: paige i’m 20 i’m freaking out what if i don’t find my soul mate TIME IS RUNNIN’ OUT

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Anonymous said: okay so confession... um i took my own virginity by using a dildo so i’m not a virgin but i also haven’t had actual sex, all i know are sex toys. 😭

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Anonymous said: PAIGE I JUST RECEIVED NUDES FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER AND IDK HOW TO FEEL ABOUT IT LIKE I FEEL SICK YET TURNED ON AT THE SAME TIME??? IS THAT NORMAL????

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Anonymous said: this is embarrassing i just need to tell someone how im losing my mind being cooped up in my studio all alone during this : but i watched spiderman and i KNOW he has no upper lip but i am now wholly in love with tom holland and he is the CORNIEST mf on the planet but STILL? so cute? i think ?? this is how quarantine is treating me. i also watched a wiz khalifa music video and was like, yeh, i'd bang. im telling u, mama paige, the second i get out im jumping on the first dick i meet. :(

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[sulkydoggy]

Mint Tea, Orange Juice, Italian Soda, Vanilla Chai Latte, Jasmine Tea, Iced Cafe Mocha, Hot Chocolate (sorry for asking so many, I'm curious!)

honestly bless you for asking so many questions because I love answering them :”)Mint Tea : How do you relax?hmmm. I guess a lot of it is just laying in bed, more times than not I relax better when I’m home alone. I might drink tea too, I’d likely either make this mix of white ice/rose tea or earl grey which I also consider my sleepy-time tea. It just really calms my system and also smells like fruit loops. Aside from that stuff I’d probably lowkey jerk one because like, that can relief stress so i mean;;;;Orange Juice : Have you ever had a valentine?mmmm yes??? I think????? Italian Soda : Describe your dream dateWhenever I got this question I never really considered who it would be with and I think my dream date would be with someone I’m already good friends with just because it takes that whole awkward ice breaker stage of things off? I’d just like to do something lowkey like maybe go out and get sushi or go to a cafe. Again I’m not really sure though because like, it’s always good to have an idea of what you want to do but I’d almost prefer to just see where things go? I feel like I’m pretty low maintenance so as long as I’m enjoying the presence of the person I really don’t mind what we do, if anything whatever would make them happy because their happiness would make me happy (cheesy i know rippppp)Vanilla Chai Latte : Are you in love?i’m twelvenah bJasmine Tea : If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?Uhmmmmmm, maybe somewhere near the water? Or has a lot of nature? Any of these places I guess lmaowherever it is I just wanna go there and draw. Nature really inspires me because its just...really beautiful aaaaIced Cafe Mocha : Favorite thing to do on rainy days?Okay so likeif I have the choice to be inside or outside, at some point I’d want to go out and dance/run in the rain however if I’m forced to go in the rain I’m just salty and rather be inside and wrapped up in a blanket and just build a pillow+blanket nestHot Chocolate : Are you an affectionate person?I guess? To be honest I don’t really know what to consider myself in regards to anything (whats self identity lmao). At the very least I can say I do feel and care strongly for the people around me, so yes? Between physically affectionate and affectionate through gestures though I feel like I’m more affectionate through gestures. Might also be because I haven’t had the chance to be physically affectionate with someone thoughAgain thank you for the questions! I hope you have a great day/night!