#issa’s sick day

[roanniom]

thoughts on perv steve?

Perv!Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Controversial. I’ve spoken on this before, but I don’t see perv!Steve the way people write perv!Eddie.

I see him as an incidental perv, finding himself staring at your ass, staring at your tits, completely going blank in the head when you’re talking to him because he’s distracted by how pretty you are.

That’s best friend!Steve as a perv.

But when you start dating him?

That version of perv!Steve is the Steve who can’t keep his hands off you and is in your ear 24/7 whispering the absolute nastiest shit.

“I can see your nipples in this dress, baby.” While you’re out to dinner with your friends.

“Bet you’d let me fuck you over this pinball machine if I bent you over it.” While you’re at the arcade.

“Dare me to crawl under this table right now to see if I could get you off with three well placed licks?” While you’re at a family wedding.

He’s your sweet, loving, doting boyfriend to everyone else. But to you, Steve is your perv ♥️

[thedailydescent]

📚Book Raffle for Yahya! 📚

Hi guys,

Yahya's fundraiser has been stagnating to a concerning degree for over a month, so I've decided to host a book raffle on behalf of his family.

Yahya (@yahyabkheeblog) is a husband and father of three, who has been struggling to raise the necessary funds to get his whole family on the evacuation list. I have spoken about this family here, here, and here, and you can also find more information from their old blog here.

With winter coming, and a lack of protection from the elements, he currently needs right away:

-$200 per metre of shade ⛺️

-$100 x 3 for winter clothes for each of his children ($300)

If he does not raise the funds to properly secure their tent by the next upcoming shower and the tent is destroyed, then he will need to purchase a new one, which can cost up to $1000.

Other necessities that Yahya and his family will also need:

-medicine for Dima, Mira, and Anas, who have, and will be again, at risk of getting sick due to seasonal change, polluted water, and lack of protection from the elements. With a reminder to everyone, there have been recorded cases of Polio in Gaza, and second rounds of vaccinations for children under 10 will not occur until mid-October.

-medicine for Yahya's mother, who suffers from heart disease and diabetes

-everyday supplies such as food, clean water, bedding materials, new mattresses, charcoal for cooking, firewood, soap/toothpaste, sanitary products, money for Internet access, etc.

-at least $27,500 for the Ya Hala Egyptian Travel Company to be able to cross into Egypt.

Whoever wins my raffle will receive a copy of House of Psychotic Women by Kier-La Janisse.

If you donate:

-€5-€9.99 to Yayha, you are entered in once,

-€10-€14.99, twice,

-€15-€19.99, three times,

-€20-€24.99, four times,

-€25+, five times.

Send me proof of donation by dropping it in my submission box (if I follow you or we're mutuals you may message me). The donation must have occurred between Oct 1-30. Oct 30 is the last day to enter and the winner will be announced on Oct 31!

This fundraiser has been vetted by nabulsi.

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[berberriescorner]

“Are You Listening?”

Interlude: “Drinks On Me, Yeah?”

Characters: Rio x Black!Reader.

Summary: Issa Interlude, mama. Expect the unexpected.

Warnings: Profanity, angst, fluff, and drinking-little libation for the one, two.

Word Count: 1,700+.

A/N: My lovelies! My babies! Mama’s back and I got a little sum-sum for ya! Let’s start this weekend with a little Rio and the crew, yeah? Yeah. I want to give so many thanks to all of you sweet lovelies who have been rocking with me this entire time. Most of you know that the past year and a half has been quite the struggle. To everybody who took time out of your day to come and check in on me, please know that I’m appreciative and forever grateful to have connected with such amazing people��♥️. Thank you for all the sweet, hilarious comments and asks as well💓. I’m a little rusty, so be gentle with your girl. Enjoy my sweet babies.  Before anyone asks, yes, I’ve been working on Pt. 4😂😏😈.

"Are You Listening?" - The Playlist

Apple Music.

Spotify.

Part One Here.

Part Two Here.

Part Three Here.

Inspired By:

Your body pressed down into the plush mattress as you reveled in the comfort and security of being home. Your mind replayed the image of your mom snatching the door open, the two of you hugging tightly, rocking side to side. You had spent the past week trying to survive final exams and warding off the many questions of, “What’s wrong, baby girl?” The woman who gave you life knew you all too well. Sensing that her youngest baby was struggling, her attempts to get you to open up over the phone went unanswered. With the semester complete, being home didn’t leave much space to dodge the knowing gaze in her eyes. 

That master’s degree will probably be a waste of time.

The moment you pulled away from the hug, she cupped your chin, and your poker face cracked as the tears cascaded down your cheeks. Two hours later, you filled her in on everything from the stress of school, financial aid, working doubles, and the fresh crack in your heart that was taking its sweet-ass time to heal. All of which had only taken about forty minutes to stutter out. The talk and her comfort had left you wiped out, and just like any amazing mother would do, she sent you to your room for a nap and got to work on preparing comfort food.

You considered dozing off for a bit more rest, but your bedroom door flew open, bouncing off the corner of your vanity. Your eyes narrowed to mere slits as you started to curse your oldest brother out. His hand raising halted the verbal reprimand.

“Alena’s big-headed ass is here to see ya mean ass,” he snarked about the woman who would eventually become his wife.

These two bitches are so in love. It’s sickening. The attraction is so annoyingly obvious. Shit makes me sick to my stomach.

Before you could tell him you didn’t want company, she was already in the doorframe. “Uh-uh, bitch you are not about to dodge me for another two weeks.” With those words said, you had no choice but to give her a rundown of what had transpired. Not only had she forced you to divulge every last detail while the two of you hugged and cried together. She also took it upon herself to wiggle you into your best freakum dress and head out for a girl’s night.

Being the baby and the only girl in your family made for very over-the-top protective parents. The moment your father saw your attire, he wouldn’t let up. He was hell-bent on forcing your brothers to chaperone.

It wasn’t a horrible idea.  Only you didn’t like your independence challenged. Luckily, the older siblings were pretty chill, so long as no one was overly aggressive. They had taught you how to handle shit for yourself at a young age. You spent the first half hour in the club pouting and ready to go home to wallow in self-misery.

“Hoe! If you don’t fix your face, scaring off every good-looking man in this club!”

“They’ll be alright, so long as they keep their distance. In case you didn’t get the memo after our long talk. Men make my ass itch,” you growled, kissing your teeth.

“Whateva, you and that stank attitude can have a good time together,” she sassed, throwing up a hand and walking away from the bar.”

“Where are you going? Alena!”

“I’ll be back, damn! Let me go on and annoy them, fine-ass brothers of yours. Be nice, and don’t bite nobody head off, sourpuss.”

“Always thirsting after my blood, just triflin’.”

With the flick of a middle finger, she sauntered over to their section. You could see the irritation rolling off them as she seated herself in the middle. The arguing started seconds later. Your eye twitched at the sight. Swinging the barstool back toward the liquor, you were about to pass the time scrolling through social media. Instead, a set of bronzed-colored, muscular digits came into view. They gently pressed your phone to the bar as the matching digits slid another lemon drop into view. Your eyes danced along those muscular fingers, trailing upward until they landed on one of the sexiest faces you’d ever witnessed. If any other man would’ve done this, he would’ve been set straight expeditiously. In this instance, ole boy was just too damn fine, and it left you on mute. The corners of his mouth lifted into a handsome smirk.

The stranger turned his barstool to get closer. One hand rested on the bar while the other cradled the back of your seat. His eyes roamed over your body, lip tucking between his teeth, matching you stare for stare. He chuckled when he noticed your quirked eyebrow.

“I don’t mean to intrude on ya evening, but I figured you could use another drink.”

“Is that so?”

“Couldn’t help but overhear your conversation with your friend. I’m tryin’ to  figure out why these men got your fine ass itching out here.”

Shit, he heard that? Floor, open up and swallow me. That’s so damn embarrassing.

As if reading your thoughts, he continued, “Nothing to be embarrassed about, mama. There’s a lot of boys running around here pretending to be men. Who was crazy enough to fumble you? He gotta be the dumbest man on earth.”

As if on cue, said fumbler’s name popped up on your caller ID. With a swipe of a finger, the phone went silent. You turned back to your new admirer. He had signaled for another round of drinks.

“Either you’re a big spender, or the bartender is your connect,” you teased.

“Connect is one way of putting it. This my spot, darlin’.”

He chuckled as you damn near choked on your drink.

“I’m sorry. Tend to put my foot in my mouth.”

“You good. I like a woman who’s not afraid to speak her mind. Dealing with me, you go to say it with your chest.”

“Oh, so you plan to be around me beyond tonight?”

“Around, underneath, on top. We locked in, mama,” he insisted, licking his lips.

“I don’t even know your name, fool,” you cackled at his cockiness.

“Name’s Rio, but you can call me Christopher, mama. My future wife needs to know my government name. I’m putting my trust in you. Don’t be tellin’ my business, sweetheart.”

“Who says I’m checking for you, Rio?”

“You accepted my company and drinks. Deep down, you’re intrigued by me. Ain’t no need to hide it. When I see something I want, gotta go after it, mama.” he rasped, voice lowering to a panty-dropping level.

“You’re trouble. I just know it.”

Rio planted both hands on your thighs. The gasp that escaped you lit his brown orbs with passion.

“Can I have your undivided attention for the night? Want to get to know you better, mama.”

Grabbing his outstretched hand, he helped you down off the stool.

“Rio…”

Piercing light flickered in the darkness, pulling you from the memory that played itself in your dreams. Your hand snatched the vibrating phone from the table. Your orbs squinted to read the screen, teeth clenching in frustration.

Fucking Rio, I can’t even get away from him in my sleep. Stupid-handsome-asshole.

With a single tap, the phone rested on DND. You closed off from the world to find a peaceful slumber, only to wake from another dream. Throwing the covers back, you startled, feeling the bed dip. His cologne wafted through the air, and your eyes connected.

“Why all the tossing and turning, amor? Hmm,” he rasped, hand trailing up your arm. His warm palm cradled the side of your neck, rubbing away some of the tension.

“Sorry, did my restlessness wake you?”

“No, querida. I’ve been up taking care of some things.”

“Same old Miguel. Everything business. Still don’t sleep much, huh?”

His eyes crinkled with a small smile, but you could also see sadness. It’s the same unhappiness that’s always lingered, only now accompanied by sparks of anger and resentment. Your mind replayed his words in the elevator.

Where’s your wife, Miguel?

She had other plans tonight.

The slightest mention of her had nearly sent his mood spiraling. You weren’t privy to what was happening in his marriage but didn’t want to pry. He would only reverse card uno your ass. Miguel would insist that you vent about your own life and frustrations.

“Thank you for taking the couch,” you nibbled at your lip. 

There was a hint of frustration and guilt lingering in your chest. Not being able to sleep without dreaming of Rio left you feeling conflicted. Part of you wanted to say to hell with loyalty. Being in such a vulnerable state had you craving to be held and cuddled, but regardless of circumstance, the two of you were very much married. Concern swam in the pools of his eyes. Miguel sensed the ongoing dilemma in your head, and his fingers gently cupped your chin.

“Hey, talk to me. What’s all this,” he asked, tugging the lip between your teeth. “Tell me what you need.”

“I can’t,” you sighed.

“You can, and you will. Look at me,” he insisted as your eyes locked.

“Anything you ask me. It won’t leave this room. You need me to hold you until sleep takes over, amor?”

Unable to verbally say it, you gave him a slight head nod. Removing his tie, watch, and shoes, he made it over to the opposite side of the bed. Miguel got right to it, not giving you time to overthink it. He pulled you into his chest, arms engulfing you in a tight hug.

“Were you having nightmares, cariño?”

“No, just happy memories reminding me of the present painful ones,” you replied, voice filling with unshed tears.

“You want to talk about it?”

Silence filled the room as Miguel continued, “We don’t have to ta-.”

His sentence cut short as he felt the tremors and your head burrowed into his side. Miguel’s heart cracked at the sound of the sobs falling from your lips. His arms pulled you further into him until there was no space left, and the palm of his hand rubbed at your head.

“Shhh, you’re okay. I’m here,” he cooed, leaving soft kisses on the crown of your head.

Miguel continued to whisper calming words. You cried until your head pounded, and sleep took over.

Hope you all enjoyed that little peek into how Rio pulled up on your girl for the first time. He saw something he liked, and he had to have you🥰. We’ll just call this a vague moment of insight into upcoming events...if that makes sense 😆. If you enjoyed please be sure to hit the love button, comment, and reblog. Spread the love, my babies.

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[yahyabkheet-blog]

Hello, my friends.👋

My wife was sick and needed care for two days and couldn't communicate with you. Now that I'm back, I hope you'll listen to my story and support me.

I am in desperate need of money for myself and my family.

We've been displaced for 12 months, and the situation is getting worse day by day. Death passes before us constantly, and we don't have enough food to survive.

We've lost a lot of weight due to the lack of food. I hope you can support me to escape this war and live safely with my family. You are my only hope

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[chrysanthemum-poet]

One day when I'm dead and gone,

I hope archeologists dig up my grave.

And find a peice of paper,

Tangled up in my bones.

The very one you wrote to me.

I hope they write volumes,

About our love and my madness.

-Chrysanthemum_poet

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Donate if you can. It does not have to be a huge sum. If you cannot donate please spread awareness and share and reblog this post to spread awareness.

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[heavyhitterheaux]

Issa Party

First Lady of Private Garden Instagram AU

Requested by: my boo @hoodharlow 💕

Liked by jackharlow, druski2funny, urbanwyatt, normani, saweetie, taylorrooks, claybornharlow, and 2,372,947 others

y/ninsta: hi :)

saweetie: long time, no see. where you been at bitch?! jessicakelce: I second that because your ass just disappeared off the face of the earth traviskelce: jess? you literally saw her less than twenty four hours ago jessicakelce: well it feels like longer! urbanwyatt: she got them apple bottom jeans! quiiso: boots with the fur! yungskylark: the whole club was looking at herrrrr! y/ninsta: I've been around lol normani: jackharlow didn't get you pregnant again yet? jackharlow: normani working on it y/ninsta: normani I think absolutely the fuck NOT blancahood: oohh yellow is your color mamas 😍 saweetie: snapback game goes CRAZY theestallion: triplets WHERE?! jackandy/naremyparents: the queen has graced us with her presence urbandjack25: I could just eat her UP jackharlow: urbandjack25 YOU GET ME y/ninsta: lmaooooo 😭

Liked by jackharlow, blancahood, brandisimmons, yungskylark, traviskelce, saweetie, and 3,180,771 others

y/ninsta: now I know yall have heard about magic city, but what about latto city?

jackharlow: sooo you giving out lap dances or nah? y/ninsta: jackharlow for you and only you. got something real special too 😜 dualipa: y/ninsta what about me? pretty please with a cherry on top? jackandy/nupdates: oh lord here we go jackharlow: dualipa you are literally the pest that doesn't go away and y/ninsta does it involve clothes?

y/ninsta: jackharlow of course it doesn't, don't ask silly questions!

saweetie: lemme get a couple of stacks to throw at you sza: me too, I support this vision druski2funny: latto city sound like you have a fish fry going on in the back for customers lilnasx: druski2funny your dusty ass would say something like that urbanwyatt: fry mine extra hard please! softtcurse: and don't forget the hot sauce! normani: but we know that's too spicy for jackharlow cozane: my man probably thinks ketchup is spicy jackharlow: now why the hell do yall always come for me on this damn app and I can literally never be at peace? dualipa: jackharlow you brought it on yourself y/ninsta: druski2funny I got fish plate dinners, chicken plate dinners, you name it and I probably got it blancahood: I always forget how good she can cook jaysontatum: imma have to slide down there so I can get a plate y/ninsta: jayson! I didn't forget what you did! jaysontatum: I thought all was forgiven?! I gave him back! jackharlow: not them fighting over me like I'm a piece of meat y/ninsta: jackharlow but you so cute bae, I can't help it 😍 claybornharlow: y/ninsta I mean he's okay...... jackharlow: claybornharlow don't you muthafuckin start claybornharlow: jackharlow 😉 jackharlow: y/ninsta I'll make sure to leave enough room for dessert y/ninsta: jackharlow I didn't make any? jackharlow: y/ninsta I know you didn't y/ninsta: jackharlow smush, I don't get it lilnasx: y/ninsta YOU ARE THE DESSERT MA'AM y/ninsta: lilnasx oh that makes sense lol

Liked by jackharlow, saweetie, brandisimmons, urbanwyatt, sza, quiiso, shloob_, and 1,273,997 others

y/ninsta: late night runs and spending time with my favorite person in the entire world is absolutely priceless 🥹💕

Likeeee this man is EVERYTHING to me

jackharlow: 🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈 y/ninsta: jackharlow stop acting like I don't tell you this every day lmao jackharlow: y/ninsta but I never get tired of hearing it saweetie: here they mushy asses go blancahood: I love yall, but yall make me sick at the same time lmao jessicakelce: blancahood I see no lies lol urbanwyatt: I literally called it when we were younger that they would be married yungskylark: jackharlow would be lowkey drooling while staring at y/ninsta jackharlow: yungskylark I WOULD NOT! quiiso: and spoil the hell out of her and wonder why her ass acts the way she does now lol jackandy/naremyparents: these two make my heart flutter, true love really does exist y/ninsta: jackandy/naremyparents ehhh I tolerate him jackharlow: y/ninsta oh? so you were just tolerating me earlier as I rearranged your guts and had you damn near ready to scream the safe word? do I have that correct? saweetie: OH druski2funny: what's the safe word?!?! theestallion: yall some nasty ass muthafuckas sza: theestallion??? please shut the hell up because I KNOW your ass isn't talking about someone being nasty lmao lilnasx: hold on, where are yall kids?!?! jackharlow: lilnasx they're around here somewhere lmao y/ninsta: jackharlow lmaooo they gave you a run for your money today jackharlow: y/ninsta nah I only got 2 now, autumn belongs to you and only you y/ninsta: she wasn't even that bad! jackharlow: y/ninsta speak for yourself. I don't even drink anymore, but that child had me wanting to take all the shots in the world y/ninsta: 😭😭😭😭

Liked by jackharlow, urbanwyatt, dualipa, brandisimmons, generationnow, jackandy/naremyparents, theshaderoom, and 4,183,949 others

y/ninsta: I told Saweetie, "get the balloons, we gone throw her a surprise" 😜

jackharlow: imma need you to bring your ass here NEOW druski2funny: aye! run me my wing stop discount! urbanwyatt: druski2funny bruh... the latto meal is only 20 something dollars lilnasx: druski2funny if you broke just say that smh y/ninsta: druski2funny not you asking me for another discount over top of the one I just gave you and jackharlow BEHAVE jackharlow: y/ninsta how can I behave when my wife looks like this? EXPLAIN y/ninsta: jackharlow lmaoooo you are a hot ass mess claybornharlow: produced by little baby 🥰 y/ninsta: claybornharlow nothing but magic happens when those Harlow's hit the studio jackharlow: y/ninsta I'm just tryna hit your guts, but I get it y/ninsta: JACKMAN, PLEASE quiiso: I swear you cannot take his ass anywhere when it comes to her jackharlow: y/ninsta what? what I say? blancahood: jackharlow and this is why you have three children jackharlow: blancahood I dropped them off at my parent's house so they're their problem maggieharlow: jackharlow and I will make you come and get them normani: oh lord smh jackharlow: maggieharlow next week? lilnasx: lmaoooo not him saying next week y/ninsta: jackharlow what am I going to do with you?! jackharlow: y/ninsta nothing because you're stuck with me 🥰

Liked by jackharlow, urbanwyatt, taylorrooks, generationnow, hollywoodunlocked, saweetie, and 2,382,941 others

y/ninsta: the face your husband makes when he had asked you if you wanted Starbucks and you said no, but now twenty minutes later you want some and are trying to steal his lmao he is so sick of me 😭😭

blancahood: he had better given you some of his too otherwise I'm sending panchito jackharlow: blancahood why the fuck are you so got damn violent? of course I shared it with her because SHE GAVE ME NO CHOICE. she was literally perched in my lap until I gave her some. traviskelce: jackharlow happy wife, happy life. just smile and nod and swipe your credit card jessicakelce: traviskelce ooh I taught you well, babe! blancahood: jackharlow me and panchito stay ready for when you step a toe outta line urbanwyatt: lmaoooo and y/ninsta kept eyeing jackharlow's drink until finally she was like 'babe, can I have some?' and jack of course was like 'now didn't I just ask your spoiled ass if you wanted one?' 😭😭 saweetie: urbanwyatt lmaoooo sounds just like them jackharlow: AND SHE DRANK 75% OF IT AND IS GOING TO LOOK AT ME LIKE I'M CRAZY TALKING ABOUT BABY WHY DID YOU DRINK IT ALL FROM ME? sza: and at that point, jackharlow chose violence lmaoooo y/ninsta: jackharlow I love you smushhhhhh jackharlow: y/ninsta you about to buy me another one when we land y/ninsta: jackharlow or you can face fuck me, your choice yungskylark: every day we stray further and further away from our savior smh jackharlow: y/ninsta OH, well don't mind if I do 😏😏😏😏 jessicakelce: just nasty as all hell smh urbanwyatt: pregnancy announcement in 3...2....1.... y/ninsta: URBAN HENRY DON'T YOU DARE WISH THAT UPON ME urbanwyatt: y/ninsta it is literally only a matter of time lmao druski2funny: I give her 24 hours y/ninsta: druski2funny and that's why your ass can't even afford my meal at wing stop smh druski2funny: y/ninsta I got your baby daddy to pay for it ��� y/ninsta: druski2funny 🙄🙄🙄

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[ 📹 A massive explosion rocks the Nuseirat Refugee Camp, in the central Gaza Strip today, after the Israeli occupation army bombed a residential home in the camp. Bombing such as the one above target residential homes and buildings multiple times a day in nearly every major population center in the Gaza Strip for the last 9 consecutive months. 📈 The current death toll from the Zionist genocide in Gaza now exceeds 38'848 Palestinians killed, while another 89'459 others have been wounded since Oct. 7th. ]

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GAZA GENOCIDE DAY 286: ISRAELI KNESSET PASSES RESOLUTION REJECTING THE ESTABLISHMENT OF PALESTINIAN STATE, ISRAELI DEFENSE MINISTER GALLANT ACCUSES PRIME MINISTER'S OFFICE OF IGNORING PLAN TO HELP SICK GAZAN CHILDREN, BODY OF AL-QASSAM LEADER MOHAMMED DEIF STILL UNFOUND AFTER AL-MAWASI MASSACRE, SLAUGHTER CONTINUES IN GAZA

On 286th day of the Israeli occupation's ongoing special genocide operation in the Gaza Strip, the Israeli occupation forces (IOF) committed a total of 3 new massacres of Palestinian families, resulting in the deaths of no less than 54 Palestinian civilians, mostly women and children, while another 95 others were wounded over the previous 24-hours.

It should be noted that as a result of the constant Israeli bombardment of Gaza's healthcare system, infrastructure, residential and commercial buildings, local paramedic and civil defense crews are unable to recover countless hundreds, even thousands of victims who remain trapped under the rubble, or whose bodies remain strewn across the streets of Gaza.

This leaves the official death toll vastly undercounted as Gaza's healthcare officials are unable to accurately tally those killed and maimed in this genocide, which must be kept in mind when considering the scale of the mass murder.

The Israeli Knesset has voted overwhelmingly to pass a resolution rejecting the establishment of a Palestinian state on Wednesday, claiming that a Palestinian state established within the borders of the Israeli entity would constitute an "existential threat" to "Israel" and its citizens.

According to reporting from the Palestinian Information Center, the resolution received support from 68 Knesset members, including the party of Benny Gantz, the National Unity Party. Knesset members from Arab Parties opposed the resolution, while members of the Labor Party abstained from voting entirely.

The resolution states that the establishment of a Palestinian state would exacerbate the conflict between the Zionist population and Palestinians, and would constitute a threat to the Israeli occupation. The resolution even goes so far as to call the creation of a Palestinian state a "reward" for the "terrorism" of October 7th.

International law recognizes a population as justified in resisting occupation in various ways, including the right to armed resistance, which is seen as a legitimate right for the occupied population, and is not considered terrorism.

Previously in May, the United Nations General Assembly adopted a resolution calling for Palestinian statehood by a vote of 143 nations in favor, 9 against, while 25 nations abstained from voting.

Meanwhile, in other news on Thursday, Hebrew channel i24 News said in a report that the body of the leader of Hamas's Al-Qassam Brigades, Mohammed Deif, who was targeted in an airstrike that struck a UN-run school in the village of Al-Mawasi, northeast of Khan Yunis, in the southern Gaza Strip, was moved into the tunnel system under the Gaza Strip.

According reporting, the body of Mohammed Deif was not found in the Nasser medical complex in Khan Yunis, nor in the UNRWA school complex, and it is believed his body might have been moved below-ground into the tunnel systems under the Gaza Strip.

The reporting states that previously, a similar situation developed last March when the Israeli occupation forces assassinated Marwan Issa who was quickly transported by the resistance movement into the Resistance's tunnel networks after being killed.

The occupation army and the Israeli security apparatus continues to scrutinize the latest massacre, attempting to determine whether the assassination of Deif was successful or not.

According to the Israeli occupation forces, Deif was the target of an assassination in an airstrike that targeted a UNRWA school housing displaced Palestinian families in the village of Al-Mawasi, northeast of Khan Yunis. At least 90 Palestinians were killed in the bombing, while hundreds of others were wounded in the strike, which took place in an area the occupation army had previously declared a humanitarian "safe zone".

In more news on Thursday, a public fight has broken out between the Israeli occupation's Defense Minister, Yoav Gallant, and Prime Minister Netanyahu's office over a proposal to allow the most severely sick and wounded children from Gaza travel for treatment abroad by passing through the Israeli-occupied Palestinian territories.

A statement issued by Gallant's office on Thursday stated that Netanyahu had previously accepted the Defense Minister's proposal allowing some of Gaza's most severely sick and wounded children to travel abroad through "Israel".

Gallant says he then sought a directive on the issue from the Prime Minister's office and the National Security Council to all the relevant agencies for cooperation on the plan.

“Despite the clear directive from the prime minister to enact the defense minister’s proposal,” Gallant's office is quoted as saying, adding that “a discussion on the topic was canceled and the NSC’s instruction was not sent.”

Gallant's office says that, due to the pressing need for a decision on the issue, the Defense Minister announced the establishment of an Israeli field hospital for Gazan children.

“Only after the defense minister’s directive to establish a field hospital did the NSC remember to respond to his request and adopt his proposal to transfer the complicated patients from Gaza to a third country via Israel,” Gallant said of the request.

Earlier on Thursday, Netanyahu said he had sent a message to Gallant stating that his office will not be approving the establishment of a field hospital to treat the sick and wounded children.

Gallant says the directive is needed because of the extended closure of the Rafah border crossings into Egypt, which has remained closed since May after the Israeli occupation forces took control over the Palestinian side of the land crossings, along with the rest of the Philadelphi corridor. The corridor runs along the border fence south of Rafah from the Mediterranean coast to the southeastern corner of the border between Gaza and Israeli-occupied territories.

In other news today, the International Committee of the Red Cross (ICRC) said in a statement on Thursday that all healthcare facilities in the southern Gaza Strip have now reached the point of collapse as a result of the continued bombing and shelling by the Israeli occupation forces.

According to the head of the ICRC's delegation to Gaza, William Schomburg, the large number of victims resulting from the occupation's shelling has led to the ICRC's hospital, as well as all healthcare facilities in southern Gaza, to reach the point of collapse, and are no longer able to properly treat victims suffering from life-threatening injuries.

The organization went on to state that its field hospital in Rafah, in the southern Gaza Strip, holds just 60 beds, before pointed out that the Israeli occupation's bombing of the Al-Mawasi area last Saturday resulted in the arrival of 26 wounded civilians to the ICRC field hospital, including young children who had been wounded by flying shrapnel.

The organization continued by stressing that further Israeli aggression causing large numbers of casualties could force their doctors and nurses to make extraordinarily difficult choices, further explaining that the current medical needs of incoming patients far outweighs the hospital's limited capabilities, adding that various hospitals have been forced to close several times.

The organization confirmed that the majority of its patients have been displaced from their homes several times, and continue to subsist on limited quantities of food and drinking water in crowded areas, making patients more vulnerable to disease. The ICRC also noted that it's teams have provided more than 12'000 medical consultations and more than 500 surgeries since the facility opened in May.

Meanwhile, the Israeli occupation's genocide of Palestinians continued for yet another day, leaving dozens of civilians dead or wounded, and further destroying what little housing and infrastructure remains in the enclave.

In one of the latest tragedies, the Israeli occupation army launched an airstrike targeting a residential home belonging to the Al-Ramli family, located in the vicinity of Palestine Square in central Gaza City, resulting in the deaths of two girls and five others, while a number of others were wounded in the attack.

Similarly, occupation warplanes bombed a residential apartment in Al-Ittihad Tower in Al-Nuseirat, in the central Gaza Strip. After the bombing, medical sources with Al-Awda Hospital reported receiving four children who were wounded in the strike.

Additionally, an Israeli bombing targeting a residential apartment belonging to the Abu Rakab family in the town of Al-Zawaida, in the Central Gaza Governate, killed 5 civilians and wounded several others, while later reports say that 6 were killed in the strike.

The war crimes of the occupation continued when Zionist forces bombed the Abdullah Azzam Mosque in the Nuseirat Camp, in central Gaza, killing one citizen and wounding 15 others.

Occupation artillery shelling also targeted several areas of Khan Yunis, in Gaza's south, while Zionist armored vehicles opened fire on eastern neighborhoods in northern Gaza.

Meanwhile, Israeli occupation forces shelled the city of Deir al-Balah, as well as the Bureij Refugee Camp, both in central Gaza, resulting in the deaths of 5 civilians and wounding a number of others.

An occupation airstrike also targeted a civilian vehicle in Deir al-Balah, killing 3 Palestinians and wounding several others.

In further atrocities, Israeli occupation forces bombed a residential house belonging to the Tahrawi family in the Bureij Camp, in the central Gaza Strip, killing two civilians and wounding a number of others who were transferred to Al-Aqsa Martyrs Hospital in Deir al-Balah.

Occupation fighter jets also bombarded agricultural lands using two missiles north of Deir al-Balah.

Later on Thursday, occupation aircraft targeted the Al-Falah School in the Al-Zaytoun neighborhood, southeast of Gaza City, killing two Palestinian civilians and wounding 5 others.

As a result of the Israeli occupation's ongoing special genocide operation in the Gaza Strip, the current death toll now exceeds 38'848 Palestinians killed, while another 89'459 others have been wounded since the start of the current round of Zionist aggression, beginning with the events of October 7th, 2023.

This brings the total number of casualties to 128'307, or the equivalent of 5.57% of Gaza's 2.3 million Palestinian residents.

July 18th, 2024.

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[armandisdaddy]

Jorrāeliarza Mēre (Dear One) Part 3.

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon Fem Reader

Word Count: 2,136

Warning/Content: 18 PLUS 🔞, Incest, Age-Gap, Sibling Rivalry,Angst, Smut, p in v penetration, choking, blowjob, cunnilingus, saliva kink & SWEARING.

Summary: You were surprisingly happy in this marriage with Daemon, but how long would this happiness last before is all came crashing down…

You and your new husband were quite the insatiable pair it seemed. Daemon had you doing things you never imagined you’d be doing. For example, at this very moment you were in the library your back against a book shelf, your legs over his shoulders while his face rested between your legs lapping at the sensitive bud hidden between your velvet folds. It was mid-day for the God’s sake and he had to have you whenever and wherever he possibly could. Your whimpers and struggles to stay quiet echoes off the stone walls. “Daemon…please…”, you begged wanting to retreat to your chambers before a Septa or Septon caught them in such a blasphemous act. “Gaomagon ao drējī jaelagon issa naejot keligon, issa jorrāelagon?” “Do you really want me to stop, my love?” He peeked from the skirts of your dress, laying chaste kisses along your inner thighs before attacking the mound of flesh with his tongue again.

How could you deny him the pleasure of pleasuring you? Heavy breaths echoed about the room. You bite down into your lip trying to keep your composure but he made it so hard to do. You were losing track of your thoughts, they were becoming hazed and filled with nothing but ecstasy as he pushed you further and further off the deep end. Your fingers entangled in his hair pushing his face further into your cunt. The sloppy sounds of him devouring you filled your ears only causing more madness to ensue. Why was it so easy for him to get you like this. “Issa zaldrīzes, kostilus…nyke jorrāelagon naejot.” “My dragon, please… I need to.” He smiled and spoke in a sing-song tone as if to tease her. “Ao jorrāelagon naejot skoros, jorrāelagon mēre? “You need to what, dear one?”

You bucked your hips forward pressing your mound into his face begging for release. “I need to cum, my love.” He groaned into your cunt aggressively sucking and lapping at her sensitive sex causing you to convulse around him. She drenched him her juices sighing in relief. “Good girl..” He hummed licking his lips clean before kissing your lips. You could taste your sweet nectar. You grabbed at his pants desperately to return the favor, but he shooed your hands away even with his cock throbbing uncomfortably in his pants “We don’t have time, issa byka rūklon.” “My little flower.” He kissed you once more. “I have council with king, your father, and the rest of the cunts in his court. I promise I’ll be back to finish what we started.” You whined holding onto him tight before letting him go. “Fine.”

He left you to your own devices for a few hours and as the time slowly crept by and your darling husband was taking longer than expected. You decided to start wandering the halls of the castle. It wasn’t like home back at Driftmark. It was times like this that made you home sick. When you were all alone. Your sister Laena decided to stay back in King’s Landing as well, but she still hadn’t spoken to you since the day of the wedding. She was pretty good at avoiding you when the two of you weren’t on the best of terms.

Making your way into the courtyard, your sister sat at the roots of the Godswood. She held a book in hand something about the past dragon-riders you surmised. “Sister?” You called to her softly not meaning to offend with your presence. She quickly tensed looking up your eyes met and Laena was just about to retreat. “Please…don’t walk away from me sister. Are you really going to hold this against me? I promise you didn’t not go behind your back on this. Why are you treating me this way? Have I ever showed any small inkling of disloyalty?” You were right and she honestly knew what you said was true, but you could’ve denied the proposal in her mind.

“Y/N I’m very aware of this…but I do not understand why it is always you that ends up with what I want. I am the eldest and yet you end up with everything I’ve ever wanted. So tell me sister since you loathed becoming someone’s wife so much before. How is married life treating you?” You did not wish to smile, but it couldn’t be helped after what you had just experienced with the man you were falling in love with so easily. “It is good..”

That smile let her know that it was more than just “good”. She hoped that you were still in misery, still unhappy with the fate that was decided for you, but you were…happy and all the anger that subsided for a moment bubbled to the surface again. That was supposed to be her. “No need to gloat about, I’ve heard the whispers about him fucking you around this castle like a common whore. Interesting sister, I thought you were a prude.”

You laughed hysterically, she sounded so desperate it was become quite annoying actually. “Laena, you’ve been sulking around here like a child. It reminds me of when we were children and you couldn’t get your way. You know as a woman I had no choice in the matter and how betrayed I felt…I would think that as my sister you would’ve understood me, but I see you were too busy feeling sorry for yourself. And yes I’m filled with so much damn happiness I could burst.

I thought I was going to be miserable and my husband has shown me otherwise. So, forgive me for finding a way to find the light at the end of a dark tunnel sister. But what I’m not understanding is how you could see that he didn’t care to pay you any fucking amount of attention and yet your still pining like a little girl and acting like a child whose toy was taken from them. He is not a toy sister, he is a man. A man that did not want you…so get over it for fucks sake. Find someone that does and stop being such a fucking cunt.”

It was a shock to the both of you. You had finally gotten the courage to stand up for yourself after all this time. Maybe the Rouge Prince’s attitude was rubbing off on you in a good way. You finally broke the silence. “Listen Laena. I love you very much; you are my eldest sister I once followed you like a shadow…you mean everything to me. Do not let this break us apart..Please…”

Laena sighed. She truly missed you and wanted to have those girlish talks about how your first night with him was and all the things that y’all were learning about each other. But her stubbornness had got the best of her before. “Y/N I’m so sorry…I don’t know why I took my frustrations out on you. I guess I saw the chemistry that you two had and I thought you were trying to take him from me. Please forgive me for how I’ve treated you as of late.” You smiled and sat down at the tree with her hugging her and kissing her cheek aggressively.

Now that the two of you had made up, Laena had spoke of her plans to head back to Driftmark. You were saddened by this, but you were sure she was missing home just as much as you. You gossiped and giggled like little girls for hours and by the time you realized it, it had grown dark. “Oh my the time has passed us so quickly, we should get to our chambers.” Laena agreed and you walked her back to her room. Now it was time for you to head back, Daemon was probably waiting there for you and you were excited to see him.

Turning a sharp corner you saw him leaning against the stone wall as if he had been waiting for you. “Dearest husband how long have you been standing there?” He smiled approaching you, his hand cupping your face ever so gently. “Not long at all, Y/N. I see you and Laena have finally decided to end this unnecessary feud. You giggled and teased, “A feud that started because of you, my Lord.”

“Oh yes, I can recall you wanting me all to yourself .” He chuckled pulling you into him by your tiny waist causing you laugh in return. “I don’t remember it like that , Ser. I recall you asking for my hand specifically.” He pressed his forehead into yours backing you in a dark hall that led to one of those paintings that hid a passageway behind it. He led you inside and backed into the cool wall. “I guess you’re right, issa byka rūklon.” “My little flower.” He nipped at the soft pink flesh of her bottom lip, pressing his crotch against her. The monster within in pants strained against the fabric. “You and that pretty little mouth of yours have been on my mind all day. I could hardly keep my thoughts straight.” His hand swiftly unlaced the back of your dress letting it fall to the floor leaving you in the thin fabric of your chemise.

The cool are stiffened you nipple and they piqued through the delicate linen. He took one between his fingers rolling it while his other fingers crept into your undergarments finding that sensitive bundle of flesh rubbing circles around it and dipping into your heated core occasionally. Your moans echoed through the darkened pathway and your hips bucked meeting the thrust of his fingers. He kissed your lips feverishly, letting his tongue play with yours. Pulling away his ragged breaths heated your flesh before he spoke. “On your knees. You wanted to return the favor earlier?” You nodded quickly finding your place on the ground watching him unbuckle his pants letting his thick cock spring forward.

Opening your mouth you took him in, immediately filling the space. You moaned at the taste of him, your hand hovering over you cunt when you needed relief. You began to bob your head letting your mouth suck around the thick flesh with excitement. He groaned lacing his fingers into your hair keeping you still while he thrusted into your face. His cockhead touching the back of your throat making him growl and pull your silver tresses roughly. His free hand lightly slapping your face as the sloppily sounds of your mouth bounced off the walls of the secluded space.

“You’re my good girl?” He cooed pulling his cock from your mouth a lewd pop beckoning you to answer him. “Yes…” you could barely catch your breath before he was shoving his cock back down your throat pulling back again. “Spit on it..” He voice like velvet and you obliged spitting on his cock before he began to fuck your face again. That delicious mouth of yours was bringing him to his climax quicker than he would’ve like he groaned pulling away and making you stand to your feet. “Are you ready to carry my child?” He removed the chemise from her body leaving her bare in front of him. “Yes, my love give me a little dragon.”

He lifted you leg over his shoulder while you balanced yourself with the other. He groaned as his cock filled you up the warmth of your walls sucking him in. “Gods you feel amazing. His hand held the back of your neck as his hips began to move pulling his cock in and out of your warmth, grinding into that spot that only he knew how to reach. You were losing your mind the pleasure becoming overwhelming. Soon his pace quickened and he turned you so that your face was pressed against the wall. His hand laced around your throat pulling you back deepening the arch in your back.

He pounded into you placing just the right amount of pressure on your throat. You cried out in pure pleasure racking your fingers over the stone walls he growled in your ear like an animal. With his pace you were going to reach your climax soon. “Daemon…I’m going to cum..” He smiled pulling you head back further crashing his lips into your sending you over edge and him soon following spilling his seed inside of you. “You are so beautiful, Y/N. I love you. Come let’s go to bed our chambers are right around the corner from here. ” She rode out her orgasm feeling the warmth of his sustenance. “I love you too. Yes..please…I’m exhausted.” He chuckled carrying you in his arms whilst you carried your clothes and the two of you were off to bed…if he didn’t wake you up in the middle of the night for another round.

To be Continued…

@graniairish @midnightprincess18

[bohemian-nights]

Arlī(Anew)Chapter 8

Word Count: ~11,260

Rating: 18+

Warnings⚠️: Uncle/niece incest; violence; blood; smut

Description: The realm would descend into madness if Rhaenyra was crowned and placed upon the Iron Throne. Not even men declared their bastards as trueborns. Let alone did they dare to make one king.

AN: This story takes place from episode 5 onward. I’ve changed things up a bit but I’ve kept the timeline intact

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 9

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131 AC- King’s Landing

Life is not without its seasons. There is a time for peace, love, famine, and war. Sickness, heartbreak, hope, and prosperity. Destinies play out until they reach their natural conclusion. Death. In the end, we can not escape our fate, try as we might. Life does not last forever. It is not a permanent condition. The stranger comes for us all in the end. Death waits for no man, not even a king.

The Stranger had visited so very many times in Naerys life. An old friend he had become. A vulture circling its prey. A shadow creeping in the dark. From each of her parents to Laena, Laenor, and Ser Vaemond. It had taken them all. A God's work is never done. As long as there is life, the Stranger will make his appearance known soon enough.

The story of life, however, is not death. It is not even its final act. Death is not the end. It is a reminder of the impermanent nature of life, but not the end. Nothing ever stays the same, but life always finds its way to begin anew.

Death pays for life in many ways. Change is inevitable. Empires rise and fall. The sunrises and the sunsets. Rivers wither and dry up, and snows cover what once was a meadow bed, but life goes on even after death. The cycle continues. Ever repeating. Life waits for no man. Change waits for no one.

Daemon had woken Naerys up the morning after Ser Vaemond’s petition teetering on the edge of pure rapture. They had not left for Dragonstone the previous night. It was too late and their emotions ran high. Naerys had insisted that they stay and leave when the sun rose. Rhaenyra was not a threat to her. There was not much more she could do or say to them. They knew the games she played. Her well had run dry. Her luck ran out.

In her grief, Naerys had wanted her husband to alleviate her pain. Wanting to be oblivious to the world around them for just a night at least. The events of the day had left her spent. Her husband had been all too happy to oblige. Comforting her in his arms. She lost her sorrow there. “Ivestragī aōha kepus gūrogon care hen ao issa dōna riña.” Let your uncle take care of you, my sweet girl.

Daemon had taken her twice that night. The first with her riding him. She had exhausted herself bouncing upon her husband until he had to take over. Laying down upon his warm chest as he fucked up into her. The second time she woke up in tears in the middle of the night. A few soothing words whispered into her temple and strokes down her bare back and she was under him once more.

Rocking her into their bed and tearing her apart leaving them both a heady mess, His cock remained inside of her thereafter. She wrapped herself around him to keep him from leaving, not that he would ever want to do such a thing. His presence anchors her. Naerys hated the feeling of being apart from him. Wanting to cling to him even in her sleep.

Her husband must have pulled out from within her some time ago because she awoke on her back in a heady state of arousal. Drifting in and out on the edge of blissful consciousness. She came to the land of the living to a warm tongue lapping up cream overflowing from her sweet little cunt. Bringing her to her first orgasm of the day. Her uncle had always had a healthy appetite.

The sounds of his feasting on her wetness filled their guest quarters. Naerys buried her hands in her husband's silver strands while he toyed with her small bud at the apex of her vulva, replacing it with his mouth as he pushed two fingers inside her sopping heat. Finding their sensitive target with years of practice, leaving her curling into herself on the cusp of her second peak that morning.

Naerys' body began to quiver before Daemon pulled his mouth from her. Staring up at her from between her thighs. The black of his pupils overtook the violet of his iris as he flitted his gaze at where his fingers were assaulting his niece-wife’s glistening center. A welcoming sight to see if there ever was one. “Bona iksos issa sȳz riñītsos. Ñuha precious rūs. Māzigon syt issa byka mēre.” That is my good little girl. My precious baby. Come for me, little one.

Her uncle wasted no time bringing back down his mouth to latch his lips upon her puffy little button. Which resulted in her writhing upon their bed. Pleasure overtook Naerys' body. Radiating out from her spasming cunt soaking her husband's digits and the sheets underneath them.

“Muña.” Mother. Daenys light voice and a small knock came through the oak doors of their guest bed chamber. In her hazy state, Naerys thought she had been hallucinating, but then their daughter called for her again. A little more hurried than the first try. “Muña.” Naerys went to push her uncle away, but he pinned her arms down. Placing them at her sides while he let up his feasting with a small groan of annoyance.

“Aōha muñnykeā iksos lodaor engaged paktot sir byka zaldrīzes.” Your mother is otherwise engaged right now, little dragon. She tried with no use to break free of her husband's hold, but Daemon rested his head upon her thigh with a breathless chortle at her attempt. Placing a light slap on the meat of her flesh. Enjoying the sight of the jiggle.

The Rogue Prince did not stop his finger's ministrations from within her, continuing to gently circle her engorged clit with the rough pad of his thumb. Keeping her on the edge of another peak. Naerys had to turn her head into their bed to muffle her moans though the sounds from her dripping cunt were not so easy to ignore. “Māzigon arlī isse nykeā hour. Ao kostagon jenigon pār.” Come back in an hour. You can bother her then. Her husband went back to his first meal of the day. Hoping that would be the last of the interruptions, but their daughter was persistent.

“Ziry kostagon daor umbagon kepa.” It can not wait father. She called out again. This time Daemon did not stop her when she pushed him away. Letting out a huff of irritation that matched her own displeasure at her ruined climax. He climbed up her body and bent down so that she may taste herself before she rose from their bed. Heading to her dressing chambers with a slight wobble to her step and the taste of her own slick on her tongue. Naerys put on a light dress black laced with Velaryon blue. The late summer air in Kings Landing was warm. She did not need more than that.

When she entered their chambers solar, she found that Daemon had gotten up and put on his nightshirt and robe. He sat in his chair by the morning's low fire with Daenys hand in his as he laughed at something their daughter had said. His violet eyes crinkled around the corners of his face. Naerys enjoyed the sight that her favorite pair made.

Daenys was the first to notice her mother’s appearance in the doorway. Her mother noted that she did not look too distressed. Whatever matter she had to tell her could not be that worrying. With a kiss on her father's cheek, the girl took her hand and led her out of their quarters. Promising Daemon that they would be back before morning's end. Rushing her mother out to avoid her father could question where she was taking her.

Daenys led her mother in the direction of the small council. Another ambush she supposed, but it was not the time. “My love it is early.” She tried to pull her daughter closer lest the prying ears of the Red Keep hear them. Rhaenyra or those who she found in her favor could be lurking around. She would rather avoid another run-in, but the girl continued on.

“Do not fret. We will—“ The sight of Alicent interrupted her train of thought. The queen looked grave, weary no doubt from the care of her husband, but relieved to see them. Naerys peered around Alicent expecting to see Aemond, but the younger prince was nowhere to be seen.

“Thank you Daenys.” The Hightower queen took Daenys hand to give it a small squeeze. Ser Criston stood at her side like a sentry. His tan face was unreadable though he offered her a princess as a way of greeting. Naerys hesitated but her daughter bent down to whisper in her ear.

“Please hear them out muña. For my sake.” Daenys placed a faint peck on her cheek before heading down the hall in the direction of Helaena’s chambers. Naerys let out a sigh as she made her way through the council chamber's open doorway. There was no harm in hearing whatever Alicent had to say. They had a common interest after all. Perhaps combined they might be able to convince Viserys and Daemon to betroth Daenys to Aemond and end the charade.

Naerys was not surprised to see Ser Otto standing at the head of the small council chambers, but she was surprised to see Lord Jasper Wylde, Lord Beesbury, Grand Maester Orwyle, and Lord Larys seated along with Lord Commander Ser Westerlings. No one spared her a second glance apart from Ser Otto and Lord Strong.

The first greeted her as Ser Criston had. His expression held no truths like the Dornish knight. The second man she had always found to be unsettling. The newest Lord Strong had never been unkind to her. Quite the opposite in fact, but she could sense the darkness underneath his overly friendly smiles.

Laena had never liked her good brother and she got on with nearly everyone she met. “You must watch his eyes, dear little cousin.” The eyes told all. Naerys did not miss the way Alicent seemed to be startled by his presence either when she thought no one was looking. Or how she kept her children away from the Lord of Harrenhal.

Ser Tyland Lannister arrived not a moment after her. He paused at first seeing her. Naerys had never been to a council meeting. Seeing her there must have been a queer sight. An obvious sign something was not quite right. The master of ships took his seat at the end of the table. It was clear that this meeting was not about her daughter’s betrothal. A marriage plot was not at foot. At least not only a marriage plot.

Ser Tyland was the first to speak, directing his question at the Lord Hand. He seemed to be just as clueless as Naerys though he seemed not to be perturbed by the possible nature of this meeting. He was as vain as always. Making a joke of it in the way that those of his house were fond of doing. “What is it that could not wait an hour? Has Dorne invaded?”

“The king is dead.” Ser Otto wasted no time. Naerys dropped into her chair. It was not shocking. It should not be shocking. Most of Viserys had rotted away a lifetime ago. He was a shell of his former self. The stranger had clung to him far longer than perhaps he had even meant to. His time had come. His reign had come to an end. The age of peace that had lasted in Westeros since her great grandsire the Old King Jaehaerys had come to an end. The next one would be more uncertain than the last.

Daemon was Naerys' first concern. Her husband loved his brother beyond reason. A brother who defended him despite every accusation thrown his way. A brother who he had worshiped. A brother he had wanted to be as close to as possible at one point. His first champion was dead. It made sense why she had been sent instead of him.

Though older now and a bit more reasonable the Rogue Prince had well earned his moniker. He would have no doubt throttled the Lord Hand or plunged Dark Sister into his belly if it was not taken away at the mere mention of his brother's death. Accusing him of schemes and plots to do away with his brother.

Naerys was lost in her own thoughts until she heard the mention of Aegon’s name. King. They wanted to crown him king. Plans which had been made would at long last be set into motion. Plans on who to replace amongst those who were loyal to Rhaenyra. With luck, the crown Princess had left the capital for Driftmark at Princess Rhaenys invitation. Now was the time to strike! Where ravens needed to be sent to call upon their dearest allies in the reach, riverlands, and the westerlands.

Prince Daeron, who was being fostered with his newly lorded Hightower cousin in Oldtown, needed to be sent for or at least prepared for what would come. An envoy was needed for an alliance with House Baratheon. No one seemed shocked to hear of such arrangements apart from herself, the Lord Commander, and Lord Beesbury.

Lord Beesbury was the one to voice his displeasure at hearing such plots. Reminding them all of the loyalty that they owed to Princess Rhaenyra. The king's chosen heir. The rightful heir. The lords of the realm had sworn oaths of loyalty. Visery had stayed true to his daughter. They could not go back on their words now. What was a man without his word? To do so would descend the seven kingdoms into chaos. To place Aegon on the throne would be to place a pretender at the helm.

Lord Jasper and Ser Tyland refuted his arguments in rapid succession. Aegon was not just some lord or some prince. He was the king's son. His eldest son. The king could have changed his mind. Finally coming to his senses in the end. The oaths of loyalty to Rhaenyra were made half a lifetime ago. A great many of the knights and lords who had sworn them were dead. The Great Council of 101 AC had set a precedent a male heir came before his female relations. It would be a profound error to crown her queen on the wishes of a dead man who could never put aside his remorse.

Lord Beesbury turned to Naerys. She had some authority. She was a princess in her own right and a member of House Targaryen. She could lend her voice and join him in his reason. Surely she could see past this foolishness.

This was disloyalty of the highest order, but Naerys could not agree with the reach lord. He could not truly ask her to defend her cousin's claim. Not after she had tormented her and her marriage. For years without end. Dangling the promise of sons in front of Daemon’s face. Sons that the younger princess could never give their uncle. Sons he had so desperately wanted.

The events of yesterday were too fresh in her mind. The old lord had not been present for the petition, but he must have heard the goings on around court. Of what happened to her uncle. The image of Ser Vaemond’s headless body being carried away to be fed to Syrax was a hard one to shake.

Rhaenyra might have been the king's chosen heir, but Aegon was well within his rights to claim the Iron Throne for himself. No matter how unfit he may be, and both he and his sister had the temper and gluttony of their house in equal measure, he was the rightful heir by the laws of men and Gods alike. Sons came before daughters, even younger sons.

Viserys had been wrong not to put aside Rhaenyra in favor of her brother, but he had a guilty conscience. The memories of his first wife and what he had done to her plagued his very soul. Haunting him till his dying day. Till his dying breath no doubt. He could not let down the daughter as he had the mother and the realm would be left to deal with his weakness. The seven kingdoms would pay for a dragon's pride.

There was also the issue of the legitimate line of succession should Rhaenyra be crowned queen. Her only heirs were bastards. Sweet gentle boys, but bastards nonetheless. One could not seat a bastard upon the Iron Throne. Placing Rhaenyra on that very throne would cause more of a headache in the long run than it was worth.

Lord Beesbury was not fazed by the silence in favor of Rhaenyra’s claim. Standing on his own in face of the opposition. He would not be deterred. He had known the king's wishes. He would not go back on his word. The lord was a man of integrity and honor. He had not forgotten where his loyalty lay.

A man’s honor. His honor. The path of righteousness, or a form of it, at court rarely led to recognition or a favorable outcome. Lord Beesburys defense of Rhaenyra could be considered honorable, but honor was worth little within the pale stone walls of the Red Keep.

“This is seizure!” The lord’s last protests. The old lord stood up from his chair to look around the room. Accusing everyone. “It is theft! It is treason at the least!” Grand Maester Orwyle, who had been quiet up until now, advised him to mind his tongue before it landed him into trouble, but the lord continued on despite the advice of the dark maester. Making his gravest accusation against the council yet. Regicide.

Naerys held her breath. If her husband had been there with them he would have been in agreement. His misplaced grief would lead him to it. Searching for someone to blame for his brother's end, they all knew the truth.

The king's death was a natural one and a long time in the making. Lord Jasper asked the reach lord who he suspected of the murder, but he could not say. The king was dead and he believed it was at their hands. “Whether it was one of you or all of you I care not. I will have no part-” With a swift push of his head into the table Ser Criston had been the one to silence Lord Lyman Beesbury before he could finish his allegations and take leave of the council to alert his queen.

Lord Bessbury’s skull had been punctured by the marble ball he had placed in front of him. Vicious crimson fluid spilled out from the side of his head onto the small council table. Grand Maester Orwyle went to check for signs of life, but it was a wasted effort. The blow had killed him instantly.

It could have been an accident. It was more than likely one, but the force Ser Criston used had been excessive. The queen looked shocked by her loyal knight's actions reaching out to grasp Naerys arm when she jumped in fright. Ser Criston himself could not take his dark eyes of the old lord's lifeless body

The Lord Commander stood shocked as the rest of them, but he pulled out his blade once the surprise had worn off. Seeing what could happen Ser Tyland quickly moved out of the way lest he be caught in the crossfire. Ser Westerlings asked his subordinate to vacate his position on the Kingsguard and turn in his sword and cloak immediately. He had killed a defenseless man. He was not worthy to wear the white cloak of Kingsguard. He would stain it with his misdeeds.

Ser Criston would not hear of it. Pulling out his own sword in defense. “I will not suffer insults to her grace the queen.” The two men stood at odds. Staring at each other from the tips of their weapons. The Dornish knight only lowered his blade once his queen assured him that she had not been insulted.

Grand Maester Orwyle suggested that Lord Beesburys body be removed, but Ser Otto held him off. They had business yet to discuss. Council reconvened as a steady stream of blood leaked from the dead lord's head.

The issue of Storms End and its lord became the next topic for consideration, but Naerys remained lost in her fright. Images of Ser Vaemond’s headless corpse and Lord Beesburys combined. Each death played over in her mind. The first acts of violence before the ensuing chaos. Statements. Each of them. It hit her then. The true meaning of this meeting. They were going to war. That is why she had been called for.

“Do you plan on killing Rhaenyra?” A sense of dread led her to ask the question. Naerys did not need an answer for it. Alicent would do anything to insure her children's safety. Ser Otto held little love for the would-be queen and had always thirsted for her uncle's throne.

“Princess, a living challenger invites battle and bloodshed.” The Grand Maester supplied her with as if she was a halfwit. What could she expect? It was a sacrifice that had to be made in order to usher in Aegon’s peaceful reign. She knew the logic behind it. The younger princess herself was finding it difficult to feel sympathy for her cousin at times, but she did not wish for her death.

“Perhaps my aunt might help her to see sense.” There had to be another way around it. Rhaenyra was many things, but not even she deserved death. She was no real threat anyway. If someone were to get her to recognize her younger brother’s claim and conceded to it she would be no threat.

If Rhaenys could convince the younger princess to bow out gracefully there would be no need for bloodshed. She was a woman with bastards for heirs and a thinning list of allies. She could not challenge Aegon.

“Do you believe that your cousin would extend the same courtesy to you princess if you were in her position?” Ser Otto stood up to stand behind her chair. “Do you not wonder what Rhaenyra might do if she is crowned queen?” The Hightower knight grabbed her hand. Admiring the dark bruise on her brown skin from where the would-be queen had clawed at her on the way to Ser Vaemond’s petition yesternoon. “She has always been less than fond of you and overly fond of your husband.” He placed a pat on her hand before he released her. “A queen’s limits are few to none.”

When Naerys did not protest further, sitting in a half-daze, Ser Otto called for Lord Commander Westerlings to take his knights to Dragonstone and do away with Rhaenyra. The commander's reply was to turn in his cloak. He served the king and would continue to do so. He would not kill the king's heir. A woman he had known since her girlhood. Ser Westerlings left without another word.

“Ser Tyland is right.” Naerys unsteady voice interrupted the heavy silence that had fallen over the council chambers in the wake of Ser Westerlings' unexpected departure. “Lord Baratheon will side with you if you offer him a betrothal.”

She grabbed hold of her own bruised arm. Rubbing her wrist as she brought it to her chest to calm her nerves. “He does not hold his cousin in high regard.” The present lord of Storm's End had always cared little for his cousin. Viewing his late father's devotion to Rhaenys as a misplaced effort. “He holds less affection for Rhaenyra and her sons.” The man never and he had sworn no oaths of loyalty as his father had.

“Daeron would do nicely for the eldest of Lord Borros’ daughters then Ser Otto went back to his seat looking pleased though he tried his best to hide it. Alicent took her hand, gave it a squeeze, and offered her a small smile. Color was returning to the queen's cheeks.

“He would prefer Aemond.” Aemond was third in the line of succession and second if the realm wanted stability. The Baratheons were not overly ambitious, but they did have enough self-importance to make up for it. Especially Borros Baratheon who was a brute if there ever was one. To offer him a third son for his eldest daughter might be seen as a slight. They were descended from a dragonseed after all and they were a great house. They wanted their fair share.

“Aemond is already spoken for.” Daenys. Her willful girl. Her daughter had made a deal without her. She and Aemond. Naerys could not be surprised. The two young dragons wanted each other just as much as the other.

Alicent would not deny her second son what he desired nor would her father say a word against the match. Dragonstone had long been sought. It would even the odds in the war to come. Ser Otto would not let it get away even if it was for a Baratheon. At any rate, Lord Baratheon would not don his war hammer in favor of a queen who he detested. Daeron would have to do for them.

Naerys felt a mixture of emotions on her walk back to their chambers. Unease being the chief among them. The Red Keep was eerily quiet. Ser Otto had ordered half of the court to be locked within their chambers or made to swear oaths of loyalty to their new king whose present location was unknown.

Those that refused were placed in the Black Cells beneath Maegor's Holdfast while they searched for Aegon. They could keep their honor and loyalty, but they would wither away in it. The princess’s aunt Rhaenys had been among those who were confined to their quarters. That matter would have to be dealt with later. There were more pressing issues to deal with now

The princess would have to tell Daemon of his brother's fate. She would have to break the news to her husband. She would have to walk a delicate balance. Naerys knew her husband. His reaction to Viserys' passing would not be pleasant.

For all the bitter disagreements throughout their long years between the two men she knew what they meant to each other. Naerys knew how Daemon felt about his elder brother. He loved, worshiped, and resented him in equal measure in various degrees throughout his life. Death would not vanquish his sentiments.

Viserys always stood out of reach. Keeping him at an arm's length had frustrated his younger brother to no end, especially in his younger years. He was the second son desperate to belong somewhere. To be at his brother's side. He had been born for it. In another life. If circumstances were different. If they were different they would have been more. Targaryen's obsession with blood purity dictated it, but in this life, he had to forge his own path.

True enough the Rogue Prince was no longer blinded by his feelings of inadequacy and self-loathing. He had grown to see past his own lusts and wants. To see past himself. To find unselfish happiness and devotion to something more than just Targaryen tradition and customs. While admirable it did not change the fact that his brother in many ways had been his first love.

Naerys came back to their bed chambers to find her husband putting on his riding leathers. Their servants had come in and left. Most of what they had brought had been packed away. “Daenys needs to stop bothering my brother.” Daemon let out an amused sigh greeting her with a grin as he motioned his wife over to help him button his undershirt.

“If she keeps this up he won’t make it till the end of the moon much less the year. She gets that from you, you know. Your beautiful stubbornness.” He kissed her forehead. Naerys tried to distract herself with her task at hand. Each second would bring her closer to having to tell of all that had happened. Daemon was always two steps ahead. Noticing that she had not met his eyes once since she arrived back to their guest chambers. With a stroke down her soft cheek, he took her face between his rough hands to bring her gaze up to meet his.

Her husband's eyes darkened when she began to worry at her plump little lip. Taking the offending feature between her teeth to calm her nerves as Daemon stared down at her. “What did they do?” His eyes traveled across her face. He could see the look in her amethyst orbs. He knew.

Naerys could never hide anything from him, try as she might. She had always been a terrible actress. Her uncle could always sniff her out without her even having to say so much as a word. “What did they do to my brother? She knew that his ire was not directed at her, but he would, sure enough, try to find some target for his anger. The princess reached up a small hand to stroke her husband's pale cheek mirroring his actions in the hope that it would provide him comfort in the wake of such news.

“Viserys died in the middle of the night kepus.” Naerys swallowed hard and released a breath that she had been holding back. She felt her eyes watering. It was unexpected and not completely surprising when her husband collapsed. Falling to his knees and burying his pale face into her stomach. “I am so sorry.” She caressed his pale head placing a kiss upon it. The bond of brothers. Targaryen brothers at that. They had shared more than blood. Daemon had never lived in a world without him. He had always been there. Waiting.

“That bitch he calls—called his wife poisoned him.” His voice was muffled as he spoke it into her skirts. Venom was clear in his gravelly voice. She knew he did not really mean it. Viserys had looked worse for wear for the past ten years. He had grown ill so very long ago. Aegon had been ready as ever to take the throne for just as long. If Alicent and father had wanted Viserys gone they would have done so moons ago.

“He did not have to marry her. He had Rhaenyra. He had me.” It was said more to himself. The slight that had never been righted. Daemon had been his heir even before Rhaenyra. He had been good enough, but Viserys still sought to deny him his rights. To replace him with others when he had been right there. His rejection still stung. “I could have provided him with heirs. We could have. Worthy heirs.”

“You did your duty to him. There is nothing left that you could have done for your brother.” She tried to soothe her husband's brooding thoughts. His regret. The last of his wants and needs to be accepted by his brother would never be fully realized, but he had been more than adequate.

Naerys placed another kiss on his silver head. Petting the strands with a practiced hand. There was no way to stop Viserys' fate. There was no point in worrying about the past. Of what could have been. All her husband could do was grieve for his loss. “He’s at peace now, kepus. He does not have to suffer more.”

Daemon let himself be comforted by his wife. Letting her soothe his inner turmoil with soft strokes to his white head. He was like a child in her hands. A child who needed reassurance. He would do the same for Naerys. He had done the same. It was only right that she provided him with a balm to his mournful soul.

It was no surprise when her husband sprung up from his kneeling position. Cupping her face between his hands before crashing his mouth upon hers in a searing kiss. Making quick work of their clothes as he does so as to bring her to their bed. Tumbling on top of the freshly made linen without breaking apart. Never forgetting her needs, Daemon moved a strong hand down to Naerys center. It did not take much to arouse her. Merely igniting the flame from earlier that morning with his skilled fingers.

Daemon plunged his hard length into her willing channel in a matter of minutes. Driving in and out of her sopping heat with a frenzy. The sounds of their lovemaking overtook their guest quarters. No words were exchanged between them. Only a symphony of grunts, whimpers, and moans.

There was no battle. She let him use her like she was a doll. His doll. She was his beloved lady wife after all. He was well within his rights to gorge himself and slack his lusts and pent up emotions on her supple flesh.

Their coupling is not unkind. Daemon was not truly rough. Only impassioned. It was never unpleasant, not even in his anger and hurt. Whatever ill feelings he held within dissipated. He drew as much comfort from her as she does from him. Give and take. Equals in their own way. All too soon he spills his seed inside her. Her own peak followed not moments after from his continued pressure and small rough circles made upon her little pearl.

As they lay in a sweaty naked heap of bare limbs upon the now-ruined bed the chamber descended into silence. Daemon remained half hard inside of his wife, keeping their combined spends from leaking out onto what was once clean sheets. He was far from being down with her as he rested his head upon her breast.

Daemon occasionally took a nipple within his mouth to suckle upon. Leaving her little brown peaks engorged and themselves in a constant state of arousal. He was sated. Naerys continued to console and dote upon her husband as he returned and basked in her affections with a tight grip on her person. It was a spell before either spoke again. “Skoros gaomagon se vipers jaelagon?” What do the vipers want?

Daemon lifted his head from her breasts to gaze down at his niece. His face was still ashen, but she could see that he would heal from this setback. Some of the mischief had returned to his violent orbs. Naerys felt relief. He would come to terms with the nature of his brother's death. “Skoros gōntan pōnta call ao syt byka mēre?” What did they call you for little one?

Daemon was not stupid. He knew what Viserys death entailed. Why they had called his wife to a council meeting instead of himself. It was not just his propensity for violence that caused them to seek out Naerys to deliver the news. No, above all else the schemers and lackwits that had run his late brother’s court and council wanted a mother’s heart. A mother’s gentleness would convince a dragon of a father to see the merit past the blatant ambition.

“Aōha tala se Aemond jaelagon naejot dīnagon.” Your daughter and Aemond wish to wed. It was better to start out with words of love. To remind him of the familial bond he shared with Aemond. To dance around Otto’s true aim. Dragonstone.

Naerys knew that they saw Daenys as a means to secure their seat and the arsenal it held, but that did not mean that was an absence of fondness. Of care and affection on the part of the young people around. It was their duty as Targaryen’s to marry for the good of their house. Why not wed the two who wished to be together? Perhaps duty and love could coincide. No matter how rare, it would not be the first case of it nor the last.

Daemon was not heartless. He could be rash, but even a dragon's heart could bend to those who laid a claim to him. He loved Daenys. He would die for her as he would live for her. As they all would. Let his love for his daughter sway him towards acceptance of the union.

“Ziry iksos tolī hāeda.” She is too young. An excuse. A poor one at that. Daemon himself had wedded and bedded her when she had been little older than their daughter and he was twice her age. Aemond was only a cousin rather than an uncle. There was a mere six years between the two. Her uncle had no room to talk.

Naerys would not usually push the issue, war or no war, but the two did care for each other. Daenys had been smitten with her older cousin since she could talk and Aemond was a stern enough though devoted boy. Matches were made with less. Her own had. She barely knew her uncle when she was thrust upon him.

“They love one another.” That counted for everything. It had to. “If we do not agree to it, she will be lost to us.” Daenys had too much of her father’s spirit. She would play nice for now, but her desire would win out. Aemond was little better. He had inherited the dragon's blood. All fire and blood willing to burn for each other. It was sweet if not a little terrifying.

“Skoros would ao gaomagon lo ao could daor emagon issa? What would you do if you could not have me?” Naerys brought a hand up to caress his jaw. Clenching her heat around her uncle’s member. It was playing dirty, but she was left with no choice. Daemon had said that she was made for him. She had been what he needed and he reviled in her light.

The Rogue Prince would gladly commit every sin according to the gods old, new, and anyone else in between for her. He had threatened to live in sin to have her. Was it truly damning to have someone you wanted by your side? If an old dragon could not be made to give up what he desired, what made him think that two young dragons would give in to his commands?

Aemond and Daenys could not be stopped even on Daemon's account. They were both young, hot-tempered, and too caught up with each other. The two would force her father’s hand if he did not give his blessing willingly. A scandal that could be avoided if the old prince saw reason.

“Ziry iksos nykeā Hightower.” He is a Hightower. Daemon brought his forehead down to nuzzle hers as his violet eyes closed shut. He breathed his wife in as he held back a groan from his wife’s inner walls fluttering around his cock. She would be the death of him, oh but what a blissful end it would be.

Naerys tried and failed to stifle her laugh which turned to a whimper when Daemon rocked up into her swollen cunt. A playful punishment for her cheek. Kicking a poor man while he was down. Her husband had acted like a spoiled child who seemed to take joy out of denying his nephew. He was running out of excuses and they both knew it.

“Ziry iksos aōha lēkia tresy.” He is your brother’s son. Aemond was a Targaryen even if his mother was a Hightower. Targaryen’s appeared to always be meant for another. He loved Daenys and she loved him. There could be no argument about their feelings toward each other. There was certainly no argument that could be made on who would be more suited for her than Aemond. “Who would you rather have her marry?”

A part of Naerys knew why her husband hesitated to wed the two. It was more than a father's overprotective nature rearing its ugly head. Targaryen’s were a special lot. There was no denying that. Blood belonged with blood. Daemon had wanted his blood for his daughter. It was more than just a want for an heir. He wanted a son for Daenys. It was natural. It was what was expected. His parents had a natural blood mate as had their parents. Why not his daughter?

But Naerys had failed to give birth to a living son. Daemon would never hold it against her, but she knew why he resented Aemond’s presence so much. He stood as a reminder of what could have been. Perhaps in another life things were different, and things were just as they should be, but in this one, their nephew would have to do.

Another part of her, the naive young princess that her husband had first married, wondered if he had truly found peace. If he were as happy as he claimed to be. He defended her to no end, but she still could not stop the dark thoughts that roamed around in the back of her head.

To marry Daenys to Aemond would mean cutting off Rhaenyra for good. To side against his niece. His first niece. The princess he had originally put all of his hopes and desires into. There would be no going back if he chose this path. A war would permanently separate the two.

There was always another option. Daemon could choose to honor Viserys' wish. His brother's last decree. To marry Daenys to Joffrey. To take up for Rhaenyra’s cause. To give her the legitimacy she so desired. To crown her queen.

Daemon did not miss a beat. He kissed away the worry that washed upon Naerys little brow from her troubling thoughts. Sighing into her temple. Not for the first time did he regret his treatment of his little wife during the first moons of their marriage. He should have told her of his sooner of his feelings toward her, but he had been too clouded by his own conceit and resentment.

He had almost lost her in her attempts to prove herself worthy. She, apart from their daughter, meant more to him than all the breath in his body. His brave gentle girl. He did not deserve her yet he had her heart and devotion nonetheless. He should have stayed away from her. Let her marry one of her Velaryon cousins as Ser Vaemond had planned, but he had been too selfish. Too greedy to be denied her. If he couldn’t have Rhaenyra he’d have his other niece for a wife. Daemon was better off for it in the end.

“Ziry jāhor emagon naejot sagon gaomagon gō aegon iksos crowned.” It will have to be done before Aegon is crowned. He whispered it to his little wife. Conceding at long last. Neither Ser Otto nor the prince would trust one another before the deed was done. Too much bad blood stood in the way without the tie of kinship keeping them from harming each other.

“Se Zaldrīzes Ripo jāhor emagon naejot gaomagon.” The Dragonpit will have to do. The Rogue Prince would not have his daughter marry in a sept and they did not have time to journey to Dragonstone and back to wed her in the proper place. Naerys felt the bulk of her woe disappear as she let out a breath of relief which quickly turned into a moan. Her husband had captured her mouth in another sweet yet feverish kiss.

There was no need to prepare themselves for their next round of coupling. With a swift thrust, Daemon was once more buried deep within her love-soaked heat. Where he belonged. The day was still early. They could worry about the ceremony later. Right now her husband had need of her. He was still grieving after all.

Mid-afternoon descended upon the Red Keep before Daemon ceased his amorous affections. He had left his wife feeling achingly sore and reluctant to leave their bed chamber, but there was much to still be done. The castle was in a somber state of half mourning as they prepared for their new king's coronation on the morrow.

Aegon had been located, but the soon-to-be king was found in a drunken state hiding within the Grand Sept. He was dragged back to the Red Keep by a disappointed Ser Criston and a disgruntled Aemond.

The lecherous prince protested bitterly against taking up his late father’s mantle. He did not wish to see himself seated upon the Iron Throne. The boy had some awareness. Naerys would give him that. “Let my sister have it or one of my brothers. I don't care! I do not want it!” If it was up to Daemon she knew that he would place Aemond in his stead with Daenys at his side. Their grandson would be the future king.

The realm might be better for it, but they had chosen the side of duty and order or at least the appearance of it. Aegon would be made king whether he wanted it or not. It was not an issue with which Naerys would concern herself. His mother and grandsire had it well within hand. Rhaenys was at the forefront of her mind now.

“Are my granddaughters safe?” Her aunt's unnaturally cold voice greeted her before she could even shut the door to her chambers turned holding cell. Rhaenys stood facing her windows. The shutters were closed leaving the fire and freshly lit candles to provide light on the eve of the dying day. The older princess' body was rigid as she stared out below at the sweltering capital.

“They arrived safely back to Driftmark this morning.” She reached out to lend a reassuring hand but the older woman flinched away. It stung as Naerys moved her arm back to her side. Wringing her wrist to keep her hands busy. “No one will go after them.” She would not stand for it. She would allow it.

Naerys owed Laena who had been a sister to her in all but name. She would not see any harm come to her late cousin's daughters. Laena would do the same for her. At any rate, the Greens did not have any quarrel with either Baela or Rhaena. They were mere girls who had the misfortune to be betrothed to their bastard half-brothers. “You have my word aunt.”

“The word of jailers and traitors means little to me Naerys.” Rhaenys finally turned her rapidly graying head around to face her. Narrowing her violet eyes in cool inspection. The younger princess tried her best not to cower under her good aunt's gaze. It is a funny thing how we revert into the children we once were from something as simple as a disapproving glare.

“Aegon is the rightful heir to the Iron Throne.” Naerys held her ground. Her aunt let out a huff in amusement. As if her words were so ridiculous. Truth had become humorous in the face of lies that they had told for so very long. Mayhaps she had even forgotten it. What a strange world they lived in. “From where I stand, Rhaenyra is the traitor.”

“Traitor to what exactly?” Rhaenys would not lend her candor to the situation. She had made her bed with Rhaenyra. She would not give in now no matter the truth. It need not be said. They could skirt around it for all they like. The truth after all was a fickle thing that changed as easily as a late summer breeze. “She is the king's chosen heir.” That meant little now and they both knew it. To crown Rhaenyra queen would be folly.

“She has obvious bastards for heirs.” Her aunt could not even refute it. It may not be treason per se, but it was chaos. The realm would descend into madness if Rhaenyra was crowned and placed on the Iron Throne. Not even men declared their bastards as trueborn. Let alone did they dare to make one king, but her cousin had Targaryen conceit in abundance. “The realm can not withstand her reign.”

“You are so quick to tear another woman down Naerys.” It was Naerys turn to let out a snort in amusement. Though she did not flinch back as she had when the older princess reached out to admire a silver curl with a sneer. She had forgotten that her aunt was a Targaryen like the rest of them. A dragon rider with a dragon’s heat.

“I thought I taught you better than that.” Her aunt knew good and well why she would not side with her cousin. Rhaenys had been there when Rhaenyra tried to accuse her of treason. Her cousin had judged her to be an enemy and wanted her head just as she had wanted Ser Vaemond’s.

“We would not be in this mess if you had not let them steal your crown out from under you.” The Naerys spat out. She would not be dismissed as a woman acting out of malice and spite. If her aunt wanted cruelty she would show it to her. If she wanted to hurt. She would hurt back. It was petty, but she had reason enough. She would not cower and hide like a frightened girl.

The Queen Who Never Was. Naerys knew how Rhaenys hated it. Hated being called it by those closest to her. The constant reminders from her uncle the late Lord Boremund Baratheon. Whispers from her husband Lord Corlys. Even Ser Vaemond’s mocking sneers

Rhaenys was the firstborn daughter of the firstborn son. She was the rightful heir, but the Old King wanted a male heir to succeed him rather than his late son's daughter. Her position as heir died the moment her father had.

Rhaenys was passed over thrice. First by her uncle, Naerys grandsire, then Naerys father, and finally Viserys. The crown should have gone to her, but it went to a worthy successor with only a whimper of a protest and that came from her uncle the Sea Snake. Her aunt had always said she had gotten over the slight, but she could see a brief flash of envy in her violet eyes sometimes when they gazed upon the Iron Throne, Viserys, or even Rhaenyra.

“You talk of the good of the realm. Everything I have done has been for the good of the realm.” Her aunt's face was set in stone. Her eyes held little light in them. Years of practice made the lack of emotion on the subject appear natural on her pale visage. “If I recall your mother made the same decision when she let Viserys take your crown as well niece.” Though her tone was not biting, Rhaenys curled her lips in a jeer. A blow for a blow.

“My mother did not even have the support of her own brothers.” True enough, Ser Vaemond had supported her father’s claim, but he did not put up much of a fight once Prince Aenys had been sent to an early grave. Lord Corlys had offered his protection. He would never let a hand raise in harm against his only sister or his babe niece, but he offered little else.

“She had no choice! I was a child! You had the might of House Velaryon at your disposal. You had a dragon!” At the time, only Daemon had claim to a full-grown dragon. Little stood in her way. “You had a son who would rule after, yet you still gave up your crown for a man not even worthy to rule Dragonstone, let alone the Seven Kingdoms!”

Viserys was a weak man who spread disease and poison wherever he went. He played the role of peacemaker, but he caused more damage than all of them. Trampling on tradition while he gained everything he had ever had from it. “You won’t even stand up to her husband to make Baela heir.”

“Do not lecture me niece.” Rhaenys laughed. It was a bitter one this time. “Everything I do is for my granddaughters.” The years of pent-up frustration brewing finally bubbled over at the surface. “You are a mother now Naerys. You ought to know better. You are a woman grown now. Since you are so concerned with who is a worthy heir, push for your claim and your daughters. Ask the Greens that you side with to call for a Great Council. Ask your husband to start a war for you. See where that gets you!”

She did not doubt that Daemon would start a war of succession for her. It was well within his nature, but there was no denying that it would only end in needless bloodshed. Naerys had no sons and no means to provide the realm with them other than Daenys. While the smallfolk might love their Rogue Prince the lords of the land were less than fond of her uncle and would like him less as their King consort.

Truth be told it was a relief in a way that she had not been made queen. Aegon was right. Above all the Iron Throne was a curse more than it was something to covet and hold in one’s possession.

“Our house finally has the chance to seat a woman upon the throne and yet you stand in your cousin's way the same as the men who stood in our way.” Perhaps Rhaenys had deluded herself into thinking that Rhaenyra would be a just and fair ruler. Perhaps Rhaenyra might be a good queen, but Naerys would have no part in helping her cousin to the throne.

This went beyond who was worthy of holding the throne. “You side with the men of the realm just the same.” Her aunt tried one last time, but it was in vain. Naerys would not be bullied into acceptance by a hypocrite who sided with a woman who had made her own daughter's marriage a misery. “We all must make sacrifices Naerys.”

“She accused me of treason.” After ripping out the tongues of her Velaryon cousins and ordering the beheading of her uncle no less. Naerys would no longer dance around the truth. She could not. She had the bruise to prove Rhaenyra’s intent for her. If it was not for her husband's affection toward her, her head would surely be in Syrax’s belly next to Ser Vaemond’s. “Forgive me if I am not so sympathetic to her plight.”

“I will send for someone to deliver you to your granddaughters.” There were still those loyal to the crown princess. It would not take much to sneak her out of the Red Keep. She could enlist Ser Westerlings' help if need be.

Naerys would not see Baela and Rhaena alone in this world. The girls had been through so much. They would undoubtedly be pushed aside if their grandmother was not there to protect and defend them. Even if it meant giving Rhaenyra one more dragon rider, Laena's girls needed her.

Rhaenys reached out to grasp Naerys. Seemingly releasing the mistake in her chastisement. She had been too cruel, but the younger princess flinched away. Pulling open the chamber doors she did not turn around to face her aunt. She could not do so without crumbling. “Good luck aunt.” Making her way back into the hall Naerys let out a silent prayer to the Mother that she would not meet her in worse circumstances than this.

Aemond and Daenys wedding ceremony was a quiet and hurried affair. Neither she nor her cousin turned nephew turned good-son seemed disappointed by this fact. A septon had been procured with surprising speed, but Daemon insisted that he would officiate the ceremony. After of course he had called his soon-to-be good-son to their chambers for a pre-wedding bonding of sorts.

“If you ever hurt my daughter.” Her husband sat upon his armchair polishing Dark Sister in his sword hand. His other pale hand he placed upon Aemond’s shoulder. “If I find out that you have ever made her unhappy.” He gestured to the blade in his grasp. Twirling it around with a small smirk that did not reach his darkened eyes. He looked every bit the vengeful Valyrian God of old. “This will find a home in that empty hole you call your eye, sweet nephew.”

The younger prince did not flinch at his uncle's words. Only bowing his head slightly. “I would gladly accept that fate, nuncle.” It was his simple reply. One that seemed to satisfy Daemon who got up from his chair to place a heavy pat on Aemond’s with a mirthless chortle.

Naerys did not doubt Aemond’s sincerity. He was utterly devoted to Daenys. She had not seen him so much as looked at another maiden. He was not a drunken lustful fool like his older brother nor was he neglectful as his father had been.

He had some darkness in him, but it was familiar. The same darkness she saw in her own husband. The same need to prove himself as a second son, but he was overall a dutiful Targaryen prince. In any case, Naerys would burn Aemond herself with Silverwings' help if he was ever untrue to their daughter.

Daenys' lady companion, a bubbly girl of ten and six who was the daughter of their steward, had brought Naerys wedding robes to the Red Keep at the young princess's request. To that, her mother could not be surprised. It was clear that her daughter had not planned on leaving Kings Landing without what or rather who she wanted.

Helaena had taken care to pin flowers picked by her children into her little sister's hair alongside her headpiece after Naerys had pinned up her silver curls. Beaming at the finished result. “Ao jurnegon hae pretty hae aōha muñnykeā byka zaldrīzes.” You look as pretty as your mother little dragon. Daemon’s violet eyes were glassy in the candlelight as he gazed at his daughter. There was no denying that Daenys looked every bit the Valyrian bride. Though her mother thought that the robes fit better on her daughter’s frame than they had ever looked on her.

Naerys could not help, but compare her daughter's wedding to her own. Truthfully could only remember her nerves. The bulk of that fateful day had been a blur. Even when it had been fresh in her mind. She did recall though that Daemon had to draw her blood for her. Her hand had been too shaky.

Daenys had been able to cut her own lip without Aemond’s assistance. She did not wince when her new husband placed their combined blood upon her forehead, the only person who had done so had been Alicent though her bright smile held the truth of her feelings towards her new good-daughter.

Daenys repeated her vows in Valyrian with perfect diction. She beamed up at Aemond, who looked the happiest Naerys had ever seen, as she did so. Daenys was a glowing vibrant bride and her mother was glad for that.

The feast afterward was a rather interesting experience. Aegon had sobered up enough to attend the family gathering in late fathers Nos his private solar. He had not, however, recovered enough from his past libations to have full control of his wits. The soon-to-be crowned king had called for the bedding twice. The first was met with dark glares from both Aemond and Daemon which should have kept him from egging on the situation, but not a quarter hour later did he call for it to be done again.

“Your bride is very pretty brother.” Having been banned from wine and ale for the duration of the feast Aegon took a swig of water from his goblet. Continuing on with a half-drunken smile. “It is a pity that Good Queen Alyssnne saw fit to do away with the first night.” Helaena who sat next to her husband blanched, though his next words would cause them all to stir in anger and recoil in horror.

“My dear little sister could have had two princes breaking her in tonight. Perhaps she still might.” The singers had stopped their music at the last of their new king's declaration. The room went deathly silent. Before either Daemon or Aemond, who were both armed, could enact harm against Aegon, before he was even crowned no less, Ser Otto sprouted up from his seat at the table's end to diffuse the situation.

“I believe that it is time that you retire, your grace.” The hand of the King motioned Ser Criston over to where his eldest grandson sat by a furious Aemond who had only been stopped from committing kingslaying and kinslaying from his young bride's honey hand on his pale one. “You will need your strength for tomorrow.” Aegon protested, but Ser Criston and some of his men were able to lead him back to his bed chambers without too much fuss.

While there was no bedding that did not stop Daemon from trying to hold off Aemond and Daenys departure for as long as he could. The thought of his daughter being swept away to be misused by his nephew made him ill. So he took to glaring at Aemond from where he sat on Daenys left during the duration of the feast. Taking his daughter's smaller hand in his and placed a paternal kiss upon the honey skin. It was almost amusing at first, but as the feast progressed it soon enough became an unbearable sight to watch. The Rogue Prince's mood only became more gloomy with each minute that passed.

Daemon would not even let Daenys join her new husband for so much as a dance, lest Aemond might somehow whisk his daughter away to defile her. Never mind the fact that he was well within his rights to do so now. She was his wife.

Aemond returned his new good father’s glower in kind, but he did not say anything to the older man. Not wanting to provoke his uncle's ire at his own wedding feast. Their poor girl, despite her smile, looked like she was suffocating under her father's smothering. Having to placate both men who she sat into between.

Naerys did not like the idea of what would happen after the feasts either. Their daughter would always be her baby. Her only living child who she had been blessed by the Gods to carry inside her belly for nine moons. It was she who had cared for her before anyone else had known her. She had been a part of her and would always be. She knew Daenys better than her own self, but the young princess was a married woman now. It would not do for her husband to act as he did.

It was only when Naerys had been asked by Ser Criston to join him for a dance, that her husband turned his back on the newlyweds long enough that the two were able to sneak out and head for Aemond’s chambers. Away from prying eyes as they spent their first night as man and wife.

Naerys could not hold back her laughter at the look on her husband’s stern face when he realized that his daughter and good-son had left for their chambers. He was pale as a ghost as he scanned the king's private solar for a glimpse of Daenys. “īlon jāhor ūndegon zirȳ isse se tubis kepus.” We will see them in the morning, uncle. They did not get much rest that night though she counted it lucky that Daemon had not sought to make their daughter a widow on her wedding day.

The ride to Aegon’s coronation the following day was pleasant enough. Naerys rode with her daughter and niece, the soon-to-be crowned queen. The girls sat huddled opposite to the older princess exchanging whispers and giggles amongst themselves. With a rosy flush coloring her honey face, Daenys was the very picture of a new bride. Outside their wheelhouse was a different story.

Both Aemond and Daemon rode ahead of them on horseback. The two had not spoken to each other since the ceremony, but as long as neither prince attempted to harm the other their wives would not force a connection between them. At least not yet anyway.

The hopes for the coronation were low. The Dragonpit had been filled enough with small folk. Though completely sober for mayhaps the first time in his adult life, Aegon was sullen and pale as he made his grand entrance. His eyes watering over as he kneeled next to his sister-wife to be anointed and blessed by Septon Eustace in the frail High Septon’s absence.

Ser Criston held up the crown of the conqueror for all to see before placing it upon the prince’s white head. Proclaiming him the heir and king in the name of the seven. From the corner of her eye, Naerys noticed her good-son staring at his brother's head. A second son bound by duty. Daenys grabbed her husband’s hand in comfort. Aemond gladly took her little honey hand further into his grasp, but his eyes remained on Aegon.

Alicent went forward to place her own crown upon her daughter's fair head. Giving her a kiss on her cheek before bowing to her. “My Queen.” The girl would not quite meet her mother’s eye though the dear little queen did accept her mother's gesture with a half smile.

Ser Criston had been the one first to bow his head to their new king. He had done so without thought. Tradition dictated that they follow the Dornish knight's lead. In recognition of their new king, each standing on the Dragonpits dais, apart from Helaena who remained kneeling, dropped to a half curtsey, a head bow, or a jerk of the head in Daemon’s case which had been stiffer than Aemond’s half-hearted attempt. Naerys' husband would give him no more than that.

Aegon turned his hollowed-out eyes to gaze at his family and council before turning to face the crowd. King Aegon. The second of his name. For a brief moment, it seemed as if the boy’s low spirits would continue on, but then the crowd began to cheer. He was king. He was the lord of the seven kingdoms. Protector of the realm and he only just now realized it. He basked in the small folks' acceptance of him. Pumping his sword in elation, until an unexpected visitor arrived.

Rhaenys. In her full armor, she rode on top of Meleys. The scarlet she-dragon burst from underneath the floorboards. Crushing the small folk who had been unlucky enough to be in her path. Naerys had not forgotten her aunt. Nor how they left things between them, but she did not expect her to pay her kindness with this.

Chaos reigned over the Dragonpit. Ser Otto commanded the gates to be open as the occupants inside scrambled to exit from the dome lest they wind up crushed or trampled by the Lady of Driftmark and her dragon. Naerys found herself being pushed behind her husband. She let out a breath of relief when she turned her silver head and saw that Aemond had done the same with their daughter who stood clinging to her husband.

Meleys and her rider stared down Aegon and Alicent. The dowager queen ordered Ser Criston to protect her daughter who had moved back from the center of the dais, drawing her son in back of her. Naerys felt all the blood leave out from her body when the dragon began to growl down at the mother and her son.

Her aunt had never been a violent woman, but war makes monsters of us all. Meleys let out a piercing roar at the dowager queen and the freshly crowned king. No heat came. A scream. A battle cry. Nothing more.

Naerys was left reeling as Rhaenys took to the skies heading for Driftmark. Her aunt could have left in peace with Ser Westerlings. The loyal knight had been more than willing to offer her his sword. To take the older princess quietly, discreetly back to her home, Or gather her granddaughters from Hide Tide and bring them here to her, but she had chosen to torment them instead. She had chosen to play at war. She had chosen her queen.

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Eddie would totally make you soup when you're sick.

He'd open the can, pour it in a mug, stick it in the microwave, even stick a spoon in it and bring it to you. The works! 😂

Eddie Munson x Reader

I feel like the poor man would have the self awareness to be a little sheepish about it. Rubbing the back of his neck with a little smile as he hands it to you.

“The Munson special, m’lady. Only the finest, as Uncle Wayne used to say.”

You look up at him with warm, teary eyes.

“It’s perfect, Eds, thanks.”

You say it earnestly. Not like you’re playing along with him or agreeing with his sarcasm. Your lover made you something to make you feel better. It’s something you genuinely appreciate. Eddie sits down next to you, a bit pinker around the cheeks, and watches you swallow your first spoonful.

“I promise I’ll learn how to…actually, you know, make soup so that next time…” he shrugs, clearly uncomfortable with himself. “I can ask Nancy for a recipe or something—,”

“Eddie,” you say quietly, hushing him with the sound of his name and with your hand placed lightly on his knee. “All I need is for you to be here with me. Nothing else.”

It seems like it’s his turn for tears to cloud his vision, and suddenly you’re doing your best to hold the mug full of soup aloft as Eddie envelopes your body in a hug.

“Baby, you’re gonna get sick,” you try to admonish, but he just holds you tighter.

“Don’t care,” he mumbles into your neck, almost childishly.

You hum and hug him back, not sure you care either.

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Some Fundraisers From Gaza

Reminder that there has been a polio outbreak in Gaza due to the horrible conditions there, and children are especially at risk for infection.

Ibtisam Al-Habil - has several children, including immunocompromised daughter, Nour, who has congenital heart disease. $13,707 CAD of $70,000. URGENT.

Ahmed Aziz - needs funds to have an operation for infant son, Abdul, who has Hirschprung's disease (affects intestine). €231 of €5,000. URGENT.

Sameer Al Khaldi - family of 17, including 9 adults and 8 children. $632 USD of $50,000.

Mohammed Almanasra - married father of three young children: Abdulrahman, Sarah, and Lina. $8427 CAD of $50,000. Vetted here, 8th one down.

Motaz Jad Al-Haq - Gazan nurse and father of three children: Mohammed, Omar, and Nima. Married to pediatrician Fedaa Al-Nadi. $14,189 SEK of $250,000. (55 SEK = 5 USD.) Vetted here.

Salem Alanqar - father of Bakr and Laila, husband to Hadeel. €4542 of €38,000. Vetted here.

Nour Alanqar - wife of Ashraf Ismail and mother to three: Hussein, Rajaa, and Yousef. €18,824 of €40,000. Vetted here.

Ahmed Halas - father of at least two children. €4986 of €80,000. Vetted here.

Fatima Alanqar - wife of Bilal Dader and mother of five: Yazan, Fadl, Zina, Rajaa, and Basma. €4198 of €20,000. Vetted here.

Hanaa Jad Al-Haq - wife of Muhammad Hammad and mother of Youssef. £8596 GBP of £20,000. Vetted here, #246

Jehad Abuhamda - father of three: Sama, Loai, and Yousef. Son of Ahmed and Fatin. $13,898 USD of $50,000. (Donations have stagnated.)

Kareman Dohan - mother of Hamoud and wife of Ayman Olwan. $4409 USD of $50,000. Vetted here.

Abdel Muti Al-Habil - Father of Juri and husband of Shaima. €8110 of €50,000. Vetted here.

Mahmoud Khalaf - has 8 members of his family that need evacuating. €20,957 of €30,000. Verified here, #151.

Mahmoud Alkhaldi - Fiancé to Sajood, brother to Mohammed (married) and uncle to Yasser. $9,158 USD of $50,000. Vetted here.

Noureddine - Father of two and husband. $7,025 USD of $45,000. Vetted here.

Ehab Ayyad - Has 20? members of his family that need evacuating. €699 of €50,000.

Ahmed Abu Al-Rish - Recent high school graduate. Wants to attend university. $4,340 USD of $10,000. Vetted here.

Haya Alshawish - family of eight: parents, wife, and six children. €68,907 of €100,000. Vetted here.

Mohi & Family - Has six members of family. $12,380 USD of $31,000. Vetted here.

Safa'a Abd - wife and mother of two. €26,459 of €50,000. Vetted here.

Ashraf Alanqar - husband of Widad Issa and father of Bakr. €17,183 of €20,000. Vetted here.

Munna Tashmali family - has 5 children, including Rima, Salah, and Lina. £12,940 GBP of £30,000 goal. Vetted here.

Sohaib Asfour - has several members of family that need evacuation, including two teens. £682 GBP of £6,000.

Shymaa Taiser - wife of Deaa and mother to four, including Amal. $10,788 USD of $50,000. #141 on vetted fundraisers.

Muhammad Atalla - injured by IOF, needs bone graft and home rebuilt. 4 adults and 10 children will get remaining proceeds. €10,983 of €82,000. Vetted here.

Mohammed Hijazi - displaced with his parents, injuries. €8,663 of €20,000.

Ahmed Al-Habil - displaced physiotherapist with wife, parents, and two children, including Joan. £1,431 GBP of £81,000.

Aseel Asad - mother and father need medical attention. $8,360 USD of $20,000. Vetted here.

Alaa Al Khateeb - an engineer with a husband and two children. £26,629 GBP of £56,000.

Bilal Abdul Hadi al-Saqa - displaced from Khan Younis and Rafah. $23,210 USD of $25,000. (Donations have stagnated.)

Abdulkarim Al-Madhoun - college student with a family of five. €14,238 of €20,000.

Mahmoud Al-Balawi - has five siblings and five nieces/nephews in need of aid. €33,397 of €50,000

Youssef - has a sick father being treated and a younger brother ill from hepatitis. $2,417 USD of $15,000. Vetted here.

Mohammed Shurrab - medical doctor with at least 12 family members in need of aid. €3,454 of €100,000.

Bilal Salah - needs to evacuate at least 20 members of his family. €95,730 of €100,000. (Close to completion.)

Asmaa Majed - computer engineering student in need of evacuation. $2,877 USD of $50,000. Vetted here.

Osama Al-Anqar - has a wife, Rana Raed Al-Anqar, and a small daughter. £105 GBP of £50,000.

Ahmed Jehad - married and has a baby daughter. $907 CAD of $40,000. #32 of vetted fundraisers under prenatal/perinatal section.

Ezzedine Salem - needs evacuation with family. €43 of €25,000.

Kefah Rizq - widow with six children whose husband was a nurse. $585 of $40,000.

Ghada - wants to evacuate with her husband and daughter. €80 of €30,000.

Amal Ashour - master's student with a wife and daughter, Maryam. €24,563 of €30,000.

Mohammed Hassouna - has a wife, Reham, and three daughters: Toleen, Wateen, and Rateel. £1,269 GBP of £35,000.

Hossam Saleh Mohamed El Bardawil - needs to evacuate with nieces and nephews, and their mothers. $7,414 CAD of $20,000.

Osama Basil - web developer who needs funds to rebuild his living in Gaza. €245 of €15,000.

Ayah - has a cousin and cousin's wife, Lina, and his two young children, Saif and Sidra, in need of evacuation. €33,270 of €45,000. Vetted by Lina's friend Mohiy here.

Nada Al-Farra - needs evacuation with spouse and four year-old son. €268 of €20,000.

Shadi Sameer Ashour - needs evacuation with two children. €45 of €50,000.

Tahrir Rezq - mother who needs to be evacuated with six children. $10 USD of $65,000.

Rana Hassan - mother of three children, one of whom has Down syndrome. €170 of €25,000.

Mohammed Almadhoun - needs evacuation with ten family members, including four minors: Sarah, Yomna, Massa, and Misk. €5,014 of €50,000.

Yahya Ahmad - pharmaceutical student who needs funds for his sick father and brother. $1,228 USD of $50,000.

Ola Ferwana - mother of three children: Yamen, Qusai, and Mira. Husband got stuck in Egypt because of Oct. 7. €1,924 of €35,000.

Mohammed Helles - needs aid for himself, his wife, and children. €140 of €45,000.

Abdallah Mousa - needs to be evacuated with family. $909 USD of $30,000. Vetted here.

Mohamad - medical student in need of funds for tuition because father is trapped in Gaza. $791 AUD of $12,000.

Mohammed Naser Ayyad - seventeen year-old high school student who needs to evacuate his seven siblings and mother. €1,702 of €38,000.

Ahmed Hassan Al-Sir - needs to be evacuated with wife Lubna, and sons: Mohamed, Hassan, and Yazan. €395 of €50,000. Vetted here.

Mohammed Abu Zour - father of three with a pregnant wife currently suffering from pre-eclampsia. One son was tortured by IOF along with Mohammed. €981 of €30,000.

Ghazi Younis - needs help evacuating family from Gaza, including an elderly aunt named Alan. $3,619 USD of $50,000. Vetted here.

Mohammed Alanqar - needs to evacuate with wife, Walaa, and children: Zina, Salma, Omar, and Batoul. €35 of €50,000.

Hazem Shawish - needs to evacuate with sixteen members of family. €1,492 of €50,000.

Samar Saed Kamel Saed - the brother of @90-ghost, Ahmed, who has been working tirelessly to verify fundraisers. Ahmed's family is still in Gaza.

Hamdi Al-Shaltawi - small business owner and college student who needs help evacuating. €660 of €20,000

Oday Alanqar - needs to evacuate with his family, including his five year-old sister Rafif. €2,307 of €50,000.

GoFundMes from Sudan

Khartoum Aid Kitchen - fundraiser to feed people from Sudan undergoing genocide. £395,198 GBP of £400,000.

Asjad - needs to be evacuated with 2 sisters, a brother and her parents. $17,311 USD of $20,000.

Abeer - needs aid for her extended family, including 15 children, 2 babies, 10 women, and 5 elders with chronic conditions and in need of medical attention. $23,262 USD of $50,000.

Refugees in Cairo - need funds for meals due to poverty in Egypt. $6,465 USD of $25,000.

Musab Eltayeb - raising funds for students displaced during current crisis. €1,586 of €350,000.

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Happy Halloween!🎃 

While you're here, consider saving a bit of what you were going to spend on candy today on one or more of these currently struggling fundraisers. I have donated to mostly all of these and can vouch for all of them:

Nesma Ahmed (@nesmamomen and @nesmamomenn)

Her fundraiser was doing very well up until the past few days, with only $71 being raised in the past 24 hours! Nesma's fundraiser is going towards providing for her and her 11 family members, as well as providing internet access for school, which costs $2 an hour if she wants the good quality. Her family also owns a donkey and a cat, who have experienced illness and/or injuries recently.

2. Shahad Ahmed/Farah Ahmed (@shah599 and @farahmoo2)

Shahad and Farah's fundraiser is going towards their education funding. They are currently taking online courses: Shahad who is studying to become a pharmacist, and Farah who is trying to graduate high school. They're currently having trouble finding time to study with the lack of good internet. Farah recently told me that she can't go to the internet point everyday (which takes an hour to walk to), otherwise, she won't have time to study. Shahad has also recently been threatened by zionists, which has made her terrified to come on here to campaign for herself. Please help support them during this time. They have only raised €15 in the past three days!

3. Hashim and Laila (@hashimsafadi)

Hashim has become shadowbanned here on Tumblr, so can no longer dm people, send asks, or notify others if he's tagged them in a post. This has made campaigning for himself and his wife Laila very difficult, as they're currently sitting at only €2,118 after six months of campaigning, and have not received any donations for more than a day. Please help them out during this time. You can also follow and contact Hashim through his Instagram accounts here and here.

4. Hazem Tannera (@hazemfromgaza)

Hazem's fundraising is currently struggling desperately. He is currently recovering from surgery in Egypt and is trying to provide for his ten family members in Gaza, one of which is his mother and three of which are children. He has only raised £529 since Oct 4, which isn't good enough, seeing as his family need rent for the small house their staying in, which costs about $750 a month. He has not received any donations for the past 24 hours!

5. Yahya Bkheet (@yahyabkheeblog and @yahyabkheet-blog)

Yahya is a father of three children under ten and is currently taking care of his sick mother. His family is currently starving, with his mother and children currently sick from either heart disease, skin disease, or the flu. The water they drink is polluted and they are starving, with Little Mira crying herself to sleep every night because she is so hungry! They currently living in a tent which is unsuitable for the upcoming winter, yet have only received €582 in donations since Oct 3 and have not had any donations for the past two days!

Please check out their urls in my search machine for more information and vetting proof.

(message me for removal from the taglist- I won't be offended!)

@claudia-de-lioncourt @maester-cressen @khanger @neptunerings @akajustmerry

@thedigitalbard @claudiaeparvier @beautyindiversity @nashvillethotchicken @anneemay

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

https://www.tumblr.com/forevergirlposts/746517702972145664/love-all-my-rafe-girlies-and-all-my-rafe-fics-but?source=share

so…. i wasn’t really gon say anything, it’s none of my business what this person thinks—however, it did rub me the wrong way. i am new to writing abt rafe n posting fics abt our babydaddy, & idk but..the way they worded their post was so rude n nasty imo. like… it seems to me this person doesn’t actually understand the difference when us creators refer to rafe as ‘dad’ or ‘daddy’ in our fanfics… seems like these certain ppl who think this way doesn’t know how to think with common fucking sense, or understand the literal context of rafe just having ‘dad energy’ because he’s seriously just like a grandpa, loves spoiling his girl n is just a old man in a young mans body.

& don’t even get me started on the basic context used for ‘daddy’—like c’mon, let’s use our big grown up brains and assume that ‘daddy’ definitely means something sexual (at least when i write it) & ‘dad’ is just like… oh hey, dad !!!!!!

y’know what i mean? idk. maybe i’m being too confusing, but yea. idk, their words were pretty hurtful, especially because the writers i see calling rafe ‘dad’ in their fics are being accused of somehow romanticizing pedophilia in their works & that is just not fucking okay. !!!

these people are actually scary—wait, no, they’re the ones actually sick in the head if what they’re assuming abt us when we call rafe ‘dad’ in our fanfics is some nasty, pedo bullshit. this fandom issa fuckin joke sometimes n so goddamn weird. sigh. wish people would just shut up, mind their business, let ppl write what they want (especially if it isn’t harming anyone m!), n just let ppl enjoy reading fanfiction. !!! sry for rambling & i hope your day/night improves. ! ♡

- 🦌

i literally have nothing more to add bc yes this is perfect! honestly it's so weird to sexualize a pet name like imagine if someone was doing that to "baby"?? it's so discouraging and if people see an innocent reader as pedophilic that absolutely says more about them than the writer

[prettygreenpills]

Stay warm - Larissa Weems

warnings: tw!vomiting, sick!reader, gf!larissa, soft!larissa, etc.

“Issa, I am so cold,” you said quietly while you were sitting in the living room with your wife. She closed the book and looked up at you, knowing your sickness wasn’t getting any better.

“I’ll bring you another blanket,” she said softly and got up, walking over to you.

“Bed please,” you whispered and when she reached you, she leant down. Putting her hand onto your forehead, you could see the worries in Larissa’s eyes.

“Darling you’re burning up,” Larissa whispered and she knelt in front of you. You looked down at her and she tilted her head to the side, letting you know that she was serious. “Come. I’ll take you to the bed.”

And with that, Larissa picked you up. She made sure the blanket was covering you really well and she started walking in the hall, making her way to the bedroom you two were sharing.

Shaking on her arms, you let your eyelids cover your eyes. Feeling Larissa’s hot breath on your neck, when both of you took a turn to the right, you knew that you were entering the main bedroom in her house.

“I’ll cover you and I’ll bring some tea and cold compresses. Be right back, okay?” Larissa asked softly and brushed your hair out of your face. You just nodded and closed your eyes, resting on the bed.

As Larissa left, you curled up into a ball. Feeling the coldness getting under your skin, you held the sheets tight and close to your body. But it didn’t seem to help.

Not knowing how much time has passed, you started biting on the edge of the pillow. Not knowing you were doing that, you felt sick from your stomach somehow. As soon as that happened, Larissa was back with your hot tea and some bag.

“Here darling. Wait with this because it’s too hot. I also brought you some medicine for the fever,” Larissa stated as she walked over to your side of the bed. Looking at her, you slowly sat up on the bed, feeling really weird. Everything was slowly spinning. “Drink this love,” Larissa handed you a glass of water first and you weren’t strong enough to take it from her. She put it to your lips as she sat onto the bed and helped you.

As soon as you felt it coming up, you pulled away, spilling some water over yourself. You grabbed the bucket and hung your head in it, shaking from the feeling of vomiting.

A soft hand landed on your lower back. Larissa was sitting next to you and her long fingers were brushing you through the fabric of your clothing. Feeling it sticking to your body, you were sweating too much.

“I’m sorry-“

“It’s okay love. Rinse your mouth and let’s rest,” she said softly once again and you nodded your head. Rinsing your mouth with the glass of water, you spat it into the bowl again and laid down onto the bed softly. “I will be here with you for the rest of the day. You should get some sleep now.”

“But what about school? You have to go there-“

“They’ll be okay for a day without me,” Larissa assured you and you swallowed hardly. Laying on the bed, you let Larissa cover you.

“Thanks,” you said as loud as your sickness allowed you to and you closed your eyes. Feeling Larissa brushing your side, you knew that she was staying close to you as long as you needed her.

You were walking in the forest which seemed to be so familiar to you. Not knowing where were you, you kept looking around.

From time to time the wood sticks cracked as you were walking and stepping on them. The coldness was hitting your bare skin and you couldn’t look down at what you were wearing.

A girl voice you could hear nearby made you freeze in the middle of movement. The voice… it was somehow familiar. You knew this girl, you just couldn’t remember from where.

Walking towards the place where the sound came from, you soon reached the spot. When you saw a body laying on the ground, covered in leaves, your eyes widened and breathing got heavier. You knew those clothes from somewhere.

Stepping to the human and kneeling down, it wasn’t a surprise that they were laying face down. Taking them by their shoulder, you turned the whole body. And when you saw that blonde laying on the cold ground unconscious, you screamed.

“Shh, darling it’s alright. I’m here. Shh, it was just a bad dream…”

“Issa?” You sobbed out quietly and opened your eyes. Realizing that you were facing her at that moment, the tears fell from your eyes right onto the sheets.

“I am here sweetheart. A bad dream?” Larissa asked softly as she checked your temperature and she frowned.

“I- you- you were-“

“Let’s calm down alright? I’m right here,” Larissa kept saying softly and you swallowed. “Do you want to talk about it later?”

“No,” you said firmly and brushed your tears away. Larissa sighed quietly and checked your temperature again.

“Alright. Here is your medicine for the temperature,” she handed you the little pill as she sat up and gave you a fresh glass of water. You accepted it from her and took the medicine as you were supposed to. Slowly drinking the water you were making sure you won’t throw up again. And when it felt alright for your stomach, you sighed quietly.

“Thank you,” you told her, realizing that you were sleepy once again.

Larissa’s hands wrapped around your sweated body and you rested your chin on her clavicle. Sighing quietly, you closed your eyes once again and after you could feel your lover, you weren’t afraid of any other nightmare.

“Now try to get some rest again. I’ll be here when you wake up. Nothing is happening to me,” Larissa whispered and brushed your hair. You nodded into her shoulder and breathed out, resting like this with the woman.

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

OC questionnaire

Thanks to @drchenquill here, @somethingclevermahogony here and here, @mk-writes-stuff here, @elsie-writes here, and @dyrewrites here!

My last questionnaires:

Robbie, Gwen, Maddie, Noelle, Jedi, and Kelsey here.

Carmen, George, Akash, Sam, Lexi, and Ash here.

Gabriel, Carla, Parker, Rose, Alex, and Ewan here!

Below the cut I'll do: Liam, Hye-Jin, Wendy, Wade, Issa, and CJ!

#1- Liam

Which color do you hate?

“Beige. Oh my God, it's just a boring color. I thought that we were past this. Different shades of beige and brown are being used to be the ~aesthetic~ of so many people on Tiktok. Ma'am, where are you from, Boringsville??? I'm not dissing brown. Brown is a great color. But beige??? Who thought this would look nice on anything, much less everything? Why are all of your walls beige--you look like you live in a sandcastle. Man, I feel bad for Hye-Jin. Her powers appear beige! You poor thing. I have brown. An awesome color, remember. So earthly. Anyway, beige can go die with the sand in the Yukon River Basin for all I care. If I go into your house and see one beige wall, I'm leaving. A rainbow is weeping. You disgraced the rainbow. How dare you.”

If all the sounds in the world would cease to exist, which sound would you miss the most?

“I don't see the point in making me choose a favorite sound. Also, how do you know sound stopped? Ceased to exist? Sound exists as a vibration through matter. Why would that vibration suddenly stop? How do you know we didn't all just go deaf? That's a significantly more logical explanation than sound disappearing. And if you think I don't have an answer and am just avoiding the question, you're very mistaken. I'd miss people's voices. For a variety of reasons. Connection, analyzing tone, nuances of emotion or thought, even my own voice. Sure, I'd be able to learn a gesture-based language--I am not saying voice is the most important thing to hear. But considering I like a good oral debate, I would still miss it, even if it would take me time to adjust to the new mode of speaking. Next!”

What is the first rule you learned as a child?

“You are going to have to rebel and argue your way out of everything. You may or may not be able to tell, but I am a strongly opinionated person. I can make an argument out of everything. Knowing how to back stuff up with logic and facts to get your way. Push and push and push. Know your shit. If you're wondering how this was the first rule I learned, one of my first memories is refusing to eat my carrots because they were bad. I was...three and a half maybe. And I told my mom, 'if I eat these carrots, I will throw up, and then I'd have to eat more food, and you get mad when food is wasted'. I then ate carrots and threw up. Never had to eat them again.”

#2- Hye-Jin

What is one embarassing memory from your childhood that you can't shake?

“Oh, oh no. First day of class, kindergarten. I had to introduce myself in front of the class. I was so excited for my first day of class. I wore this cute little dress, my hair in high pigtails and bows. But when I stood in front of everyone else, I got so sick I threw up. I think I ate something like prune juice in the morning. My dress was ruined. Had to be walked to the nurse to change. Wore that the rest of the day.”

What would you take with you if you were trapped on a desert island for one week?

“Food, water, and shelter. Sunscreen. I'm not pale, but that doesn't mean I'll be protected from UV rays. I would like a change of clothes just so I feel clean. I wouldn't mind bringing one person along with me, but you said what, so that may not be an option. But I really think I could do it.”

What is your favorite animal?

“I actually really like snakes. They're super cool in terms of design. Love reading about them, and I have a snake themed room!”

#3- Wendy

What is your favourite animal?

“Changes depending on the day. Yesterday it was tigersharks. Today it's a water dragon. Tomorrow it may be a capybara.”

Do you have any obscure skills? What are they?

“I can basket weave. Some people think that's obscure.”

If you could change one thing about the world you live in, what would it be?

“More hours in the day so I can do what I want to do.”

#4- Wade

What is your favorite song?

“Rasputin. How can you not love that song? Mr. Brightside is up there, too.”

Do you like consuming happy, positive media, or sadder, more thought-provoking media?

“I like both. You need a balance in life. But thought-provoking in general. I like thinking about things, analyzing them. Not necessarily sadder stories, but thought-provoking.”

What is your favorite type of weather?

“I like it warm and sunny, but enough cloud coverage. The kind of weather where everything is greener, that makes you say out loud, 'it sure is a beautiful day.'”

#5- Issa

When is the last time you were afraid?

“Last week, I was staying up late working on an essay. I was home alone--something I rarely am with six siblings. It was eerily quiet. I already felt uncomfortable. I was on the phone with Alex, multitasking, so I could have someone to talk to to ease my nerves. She got up to pee, which left me alone in my living room for a few minutes. In that time, I heard a banging on our garage door. It was harsh, constant. I thought someone was trying to break in. Then as quickly as it came, it was gone. Alex got back on the line then. I would've felt much better if whatever that was happened any other time.”

Does the fear haunt you still?

“Not really. It was only a minute, maybe two. Took about an hour talking to Alex. But I stopped working on my essay for the rest of the night. Not that I didn't try, but Alex convinced me to stop when I couldn't concentrate due to my heart pounding.”

What do you do when you're afraid?

“What's with all the fear questions? Well, I usually stand my ground. I yelped a bit when that happened. I was frozen for a bit, but I actually was about to get up to check what the banging was when it stopped.”

#6- CJ

What was your favorite toy as a child?

“I had little mini figurines of a bunch of Puppets* characters. I liked them because most of my playtime consisted of me ordering them based on height. After I lined them up, I would play. I also liked burying a bunch of rubber balls in the yard, leaving them there for, like, a week, then digging them up again. My shovels were definitely a favorite. There was also some cool Alii tech thing that simulated growth of a plant. The entire life cycle, in fact. Man, that was awesome.”

What makes you laugh every time you see it?

“Issa and Alex invite us to their improv shows each Friday. Issa is the best at anything they give her. I could watch her all day. She loves putting inside jokes in her skits for me, and is great at linking back previous gags. And then Alex wins Can You Ask a Question? each time. But it's hilarious how she and Issa interact. One time, Wendy laughed harder than I'd ever seen, and she spit out her drink. Then this one asshole Ellie slipped on it during her turn. So yeah, the improv shows.”

Who is the most annoying person you know?

“Issa is annoyingly optimistic sometimes, but that's why I love her. Parker is also a bit annoying at times, but he's funny as shit, so I don't care. Gabriel is quite annoying. Everyone tells me that we're very similar, but I don't see it. Honestly, yeah, it's Ellie. I didn't want to say she was annoying cause she's mainly rude. She's constantly making fun of me for everything I do. Like she doesn't like how organized and specific I am for some reason. She asked for a pencil once, and I told her no, I have my pencils for a very specific reason, and don't let anyone else use them. I think she's hated me ever since. It's probably not as petty as that, unless it is. I don't know. Thankfully, I don't know her well enough to answer that question.”

*this universe's Muppets

TSP intro

I'll tag @gracehosborn @little-peril-stories @willtheweaver @willowiswriting @rickie-the-storyteller @mysticstarlightduck @badluck990 @unrepentantcheeseaddict @winterandwords @oh-no-another-idea @awritingcaitlin @cwritesfiction + anyone else who would like to play!

EDIT: I DID NOT GIVE YOU QUESTIONS OH MY GODDDDDD I'm so sorry

What's something that was horrible in the moment, but in hindsight is hilarious?

Do you often get lost in thought? Where does your mind go? How do you focus?

Who do you worry about the most?

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

[azraelia-high-valyrian]

High valyrian useful Phrases and Words !

Common phrases :

Rytsas = Hello

Kirimvose = Thank you

Biarvose = You're welcome

Jiōrna = Welcome

Geros ilas = Goodbye

Kesīr drējī jiōrilaks = You are very welcome here

Rīglose avy rhaenan = It is an honor to meet you

Avy jorrāelan = I love you

Avy jorrāeltan = I loved you

Avy raqan = I like you

Ñuho prūmiā iksā = You are in my heart

Questions :

Udrirzi Valyrio ȳdrā ? = Do you speak Valyrian ?

Skoro syt ? = Why ? (Specific)

Skorio syt ? = Why ? (Generic)

Skorkydoso glaesā ? = How are you ?

Skorkydoso glaesāt ? = How are you all ?

Merbū ? = are you hungry ?

Tolvȳn sȳri issa ? = Everything is alright ?

Sparos issa ? = Who is it ?

Sparossa issi ? = Who are they ?

Skoros kesy/kony issa ? = What is this/that ?

Skorossa kesi/koni issi ? = What are all these/those ?

Yne jorrāelā ? = Do you love me ?

Kostā ? = You can ?

Ynoma ozmijē ? = Do you miss me ?

Skoros iprattā ? = what did you eat ?

Skoros gaomā ? = What are you doing ?

Skoriot ... ilza/ilzi ? = Where is/are ... ?

Skorī ipradā ? = When do you eat ?

Tubī / Zān / Drūr ? = Today/yesterday/tomorrow ?

Skoros gaomilē ? = what were you doing ?

Ziry rhēdē ? = Do you know him/her ?

Gīmī ? = do you know ?

Mundā ? = Are you sad ?

Kesir gīmī ? = do you know this ?

Ao ynoma dīnilūks ? = Will you marry me ?

Rhakitē ? = Do you understand ?

Sȳrī ēdrutā ? = Did you sleep well ?

Answers :

Issa = Yes (present and past)

Kessa = Yes (future)

Daor = No

Kirimvose daor = no thank you

Gīmin = I know

Gīmion daor = I don't know

Skorȳso... = because...

Kesrio/kejo syt... = because...

Sȳrī glaesan = I feel well

Sȳz iksan = I'm well

Sȳrī glaeson daor = I don't feel well

Sȳz ikson daor = I'm unwell

Dokimarvose ! = Focus !

Merbun = I'm hungry

Merbvon daor = I'm not hungry

Mundan = I'm sad

Aōma ozmijen = I miss you

Mundon daor = I'm not sad

Mazilīban = I go to sleep

Paktot = On the right

Geptot = On the left

Inkot = Behind

Jēmbrot = In the North (Jelmor)

Vējot = In the South (Vēzor)

Ñaqot = In the East (Ñaqon)

Endiā = In the West (Endia)

Tolviot = Everywhere

Daoriot = Nowhere

Tolvȳn sȳri issa = everything is alright

Tolvȳn sȳri kessa = Everything will be alright

Kostan = I can

Rijnondi = Praise to you !

Ziry rhēden = I know her/him

Ziry rhēdion daor = I don't know her/him

Ipradīlen = I was eating

Ēdrīlen = I was sleeping

Rhakiten = I understand

Rhakition daor = I don't understand

Bardun = I'm writing

Ūjot usōven = I'm sorry

Pikīban = I'm reading

Others :

Biare Arlie Jēdari = Happy new year !

Kepo Tubis Biare = Happy Father day !

Rijes aōt = Congratulations !

Kirine iksan = I'm happy

Ēdrȳnta iksan = I'm tired

Lumie iksan = I'm sick

Qapa iksan = I'm cold

Dija iksan = I'm hot

Nerni drāmmās ! = Open the door !

Nerni suemmās ! = Close the door !

Ezīmy drāñedaks ! = The window was open

Ezīmy suerēdaks ! = The window was closed

Biarver aōt = Cheers (to one person)

Biarver jemot = Cheers (to a group of people)

Usōvegon daor = do not apologize !

Qubroti jās = Go f☆ck yourself !

Qubroti jātās = Go f☆ck yourselves !

Aōs mittys = you fool !

Ilībōños = B@st@rd !

Ilībio = Wh♤re, sl♤t

Ilībios = Wh♤re, sl♤t ! (Vocative)

Lykot ēdrūs ! = Sleep in tranquility !

Yne rȳbās = Listen to me !

Yne vūjīs = kiss me !

Sȳrī = Good, well done

Tubī hae kesīr sittāks, sesīr kirine iksan = Happy birthday ! (Litt : You were born on a day like this one, and so I am happy)

Sīkudi nopāzmi ! = Seven hells !

Zāliapossa Kostilloqittyzy issi ! = Onions are worthless !

Jurnēs ! = Look !

Valar morghūlis = All man must die

Valar dohaeris = All man must serve

Valar ēdrussis = All man must sleep

Valar lilis = All man must dance