#its like 10 am and my dash is dead

[elegyofthemoon]

today on "clover continues to mourn sqenix"

[ggxxacr]

so. my job has over hired. and is cutting all the students hours. and is continuing to hire students. despite pushing us to give summer availability thats much more than school time. all theyve done so far for changes is cut every single persons hours (except those who are full time). god

[drawlody]

My list of Adam ships♡ n my opinion bout them (also fics rec :D) (old)

Adam x Luicfer (Adamsapple/Duitarduck) 10/10

Need i say more:)))??!?! started out as a "haha funny slip-up ship" to "hey they got really good angst potential". The friends/lovers to enemies to lovers is STRONG with this one n i am eating up everything i could found on ao3. Smth bout this macho-ass man finally getting to stay back n not take charge for once feel nice, also princess Adam supermacy wooooo. Whoever came up with the ship name i applaud u cause that's like a 3 layers name(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

It's not an Adamsapple fic without Adam having at least 1 mental breakdown n Lucifer have his guilt eating him alive:)))

Very fucked up torture but i swear it worth the pain:D The dove is so dead it start to rot so plz read the tags properly (plz check out the AngeliaDark other works too they got good shit)

This one have a splits so check out both the fics (beware the author have a skrewed sense of what is considered wholesome:))))

I didnt think a smut scene could be this sad

Adam x Lute (Guitarspear/Guardrock) 10/10

Litteraly my first Hazbin ship, assholes in love is an underrated dynamic we desperately need more off:))) That with a dash of evil dude x loyal subordinate (which i havent seen since the Deathglare days) n opposite attract (look they have one main thing in common is that their extreme bloodthirst, other than that she's stricter than ur mom n he's lazier than the Sloth ring itself but that the beauty of it no? He convince her to chill tf out n not to burst a blood vessel, she keep him on track n make sure Sera dont come on their asses)

They're just being silly enabling each other terrible behaviour n i love that for them (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) Litteral besties i tell ya

Heavy non-con shit involving Val but Lute will revenge our boi i promised u that

Cool idea n they r just made for each other damn

First hazbin fic i read which is a really cool smut:D

Adam x Micheal (we need a ship name people ) (update: it's Songbird/Guitarhero) 10/10

I like how we dont even got a proper comfirmation of Micheal design/personality yet the ship is here already ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ( im using the Nakariiale's design as a base here love their design)

Hit me with that rebound love x "u look like my ex so im using u as a replacement but ill fall for the real u eventually" x co-workers in heaven. I'm thinking smth along the line of "after Lucifer fucked off with Lilith, Micheal became Adam guardian angel n they just hang out" ya feel me here? (✿◕‿◕✿)

Shout out to Bloog_b for dragging me into this ship:DDD also im on the Adam x the archangels ship as a "gotcha" to Lucifer of sort. Like bitch u stole my wives imma steal your brotherS

Look it's Adamsapple endgame but trust me u will be feed well on this ( u know how good u gotta be for people to ditch the main ship?)

I'm giving yall 4 fics here cause i can only found 4 rn(._. )

this one is uhh non-con so beware

Micheal is indeed Adam guardian angel in this one:D

Adam x Eve (Flowertunes) 8/10

I dont care what yall said they love each other throughout Eden n Earth , might have a falling out in heaven but that doesnt change the fact that they were once IN LOVE. Honestly why cant we just have a couple that have the same bright-eyed innocence like one another.I refuse to believe Eve like willingly cheat on Adam with malicious intent n all, simply she was indeed ''tricked'' or just not fully understand the sistuation, n Adam love her way too much to think that she would do that to him like Lilith. Hell the dude was heartbroken after L left , starting the abandonment issues, so he would have cling to Eve, doing everything so that he aint alone again, even if that mean leaving Eden

Honestly it pisses me off that the Adam/Eve tag on ao3 most of the time is just 1 dialouge between them back when Eve bit the apple n thats it no elaboration on the couple whatsoever >:(((

Lots of switcharoos

sinner eve woooo

look its hard trynna find a fic focusing on them ok?

Adam x St. Peter (Guitargreeter (bet ya didnt see that coming:))) 7/10

Base on this fanfic alone Joe my dude u r on the path of becoming THE Adam crack-ship writer n i am here for this:)))) just so u wait this dude gonna whip out a AdamxNifty , AdamxHusk fic later on ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

From within the fic itself the ship its 2 bros in love with homophobia standing in the way >:( also when did we have a name?!?!?!?

I just like Adam x anyone in heaven alright:D like bro famous n he got that ancient rizz, u telling mr he cant bag a hottie or 2-100+ hmm?

Adam x Alastor (Angelicradio) 8/10

I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT ABOUT THEM THAT I SHIP I JUST DO φ(゜▽゜*)♪ i blame YOU honestly rn this ship is either Adam found Al after the fight n they make a deal or they're in heaven n they chillin this ship is confusing:D

They're angels on heaven

Adam gone back into eden n do shit differently

This is both Adam/Eve n Adam/Alastor kinda

Adam x Alastor x Lucifer (Angelicradioapple/ Charlie's dads (only me call them that lol)) 9/10

''Hey Charlie u know how u r sad that your mother left? Wellllllll i got you 2 new dads suprise:DDDD''

Look 3 miserable men who hate each other + hell's greatest dad + my love for Dadam = Messy ass old men yaoi :DDDD n it work perfectly with Alastor Asexuality too!!! Like Adam n Lucifer could fuck each other brains out before Al joining in for the cuddles lol

Chaos ensue

Not exactly a love triangle but a love corner but hey we barely got food here :D

I cant believe how hot this shit is lol

Adam x Eve x Lilith x Lucifer (Eden poly/ applecore?) 8/10

They could have been all married to each other(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ But as much as i go "OooOooo Poly yay'' i just cant vibe with EvexLucifer, like the cheating vibes is wayyyyyyyyy too much i just cant man . I mean with the interpetation that Lucifer came to Eden to hang out with the humans they all know eachother, they're a throuple yes but BUT when Eve came into the picture it was only with Adam n him only so the other 2 is ehhhh. Im fine with EvexLilith cause im seeing it happening later, not hidden from Adam while LuciferxEve got that deception going on .So uhhh in this ship they're more like bestie than lovers to me¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Also AdamxLilith is an underrated pairing like everytime i saw this applecore thing going on these 2 r at most tolerate each other like cmonnnnn we already twist this to hell n back, why cant we make it so their arguement was a petty non-malicious one n they still cares for each other hmm???

They're one happy family

IDK what to tell u bittersweet reunion n loving family is the only typa fic u get with this ship

Not that im complaining i need this wholesomeness

Adam x Mammon (Adammon/Madam/Greedyguitar/ 1st chirstmas.... hasnt had an offical name yet) 10/10

They r litteraly same person different font idk what to tell u. More insults thrown around than Guitarspear but they're pretty similar. Adam is just " sinners suck ass but this dude is the worst in the best way". Also they're both big bois (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ , they love towering over others

I'm sorry but there r barely BARELY

any fics of them :(

The art side is more plentiful tho :D

Adam x Angel Dust (Holydust/guitardust) 5/10

THEY ARE BESTIES YOUR HONOUR n that the exact reason why i cant see them be together as a couple 100%, like the shit-talking bff vibes r wayyyy too strong XD Angel finally got someone who have the same vulgar humour as him n if Adam got married in hell Angel would 100% be his best bitch of honour (≧∀≦)ゞq(≧▽≦q)

They're best friends who have casual no-string attached sex that is ACTUALLY no-string attached:)))

I came to ship them due to those "What if they're co-workers under Val' scenarios ive been seeing on Tumblr

I got like 1 fic on ao3 i mean if u r looking for just platonic friendship between them then rest asure most Adam's redemption fics have that

I got 1 fic on tumblr

Adam x Charlie (Charadam/Guitarprincess) 5/10

U know this ship give me a pretty bad first impression since a good chunk of the fics r either heavy non-con shit or lean wayyyyy to much into the daddy kink, ya know how Charlie got suppose daddy issues n all that jazz?:))) yeah that... that

But after seeing the art side of this ship im chillin with them now, since the art r pretty wholesome, usually having them decked out in punk-rock clothings hanging out. It's a big "Fuck you" to Lucifer n i live for these mf argueing ╰(*°▽°*)╯

So uhhh stay away from the fics if ya want an actual functional couple instead of wtv messed up shit we got there:))) But here's a fic anyway, the only one where it feel bearable n actual trynna go into said messed up relationship i already warn you

We got cracks like Guitarmaid (AdamxNifty), Valadam (AdamxVal) which i dont have enough materials to decied, Classicalrock (AdamxSera) sound interesting but also havent found anything , Guitarhalo (AdamxEmily) is an unexpected find, find i deem them to be more familial than romantic so we'll see if there's a fic good enough to convince me

Edit:i forgot to add Blitzo like Mammon already there why did i forgot

Adam x Blitzo (i dont think anyone even ship this but me:)) 7/10

I cant find a single fic where they has anything more than a 1 nightstand n 1 interaction where they hit it off , i live off imagination alone (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) but like fr fr they would match so well, like their bloodlust n general jerkiness would make them the 3rd asshole x asshole ship on this list :DDDD

Tho as much as i wanna see them go further i feel like an on-n-off relationship/friends with benefits fit em more ya know ( *^-^)ρ(*╯^╰) If ya have any fic but the 2 here that have them interact lemme know cause a bitch need food :)

This is a lot of tag(._. )

[candykenma]

Hi, can I pls request Haikyuu pretty setter squad when their s/o is struggling from writer's block or artist's block please?? Thank you =D

I LOVE THIS. PLEASE MARRY ME???

Oikawa

• Honest to god oikawa couldn't careless not in a mean way but hes missed his s/o all week now.

•He literally drags his s/o from the desk and just cuddled them despite the complaints and protest

•when he realizes it's actually getting to his s/o he'll buy they're favorite ice cream. Probally door dash it along with dinner bc if he lets his s/o go it'll be right bk to work for them.

• has his s/o shower with him and face care stuff to distract them.

Sugawara

•HE SIMPLY GIVES YOU IDEAS.

• This man will read what u got and be like "hey do you wanna like have sex at a carnival?" Or whatever random thoughts come to mind after reading and his s/o will go "THATS A GREAT IDEA"

• not referring to doing but instead writing a detailed chapter Abt whatever random thoughts came out of his mouth

• if that doesn't he work he'll sit u down on the couch and make u watch movies with him trying to secretly help u get ideas

•hell show u random stuff on Pinterest or tell u stories that his kids at school told him just to try and give u something to right about

•🥰

Akaashi

• this man right there frustrated wit u

•yall both got deadlines , both got writers block , both starving bc y'all forgot to eat.

• Akaashi probally stops for ant 10 minutes to cuddle with u and rub his fingers through your hair then straight BK to work

• they're was this 1 in incident where you were complaining Abt how cringe everything you wrote sound and he looked dead at you and said "why r u making it cuddly and innocent? You aren't either of those things" 😭

Kenma 😋my baby

•once again he doesn't gaf

• if u ask him for help he'll probably tell u the BK story of a character from one of his games he likes, or just tells u to put it down and he can't help u bc he doesn't read books unless he has too😭

• The definition of no fucking help. He tried and it's cute but baby no....

• if he sees it's affecting your health he'll butt in putting u to bed or taking u put to eat reluctantly,

•he'll offer to run you a bath as well but that's Abt as much as u get

Atsumu

• just as unhelpful and ANNOYING Abt it

• it's not that I have writers block it's that u can't write or think with him in you guys room. Your actually spazzing out so much so u send him to the store with a list of things you need and want jus to write

• he doesn't mean to and u never tell him that but he definitely makes your job harder.

• though u realize u can't write when he's not around either, his crazy stories and random thoughts he blurts out are the material and foundation for ur writing

•He comes BK home and you shower him with cuddles

Kageyama

• Also not very helpful

• I imagine most of the books you write would be smut related, you'd probably be letting out all that untapped pent up energy

•he probally read one of your books once and was like "u wrote this....?" And u jus were like yeah not think Abt the fact all your books are porn on paper with some good plot here and there

• He probally started doing things a bit different like playing into the books uve read in order to give you more content. He'd take you on more extravagant but intimate dates to help the creativity 🤷

I TRIED ITS 2:45 AM.....HOPE U LIKE???

[junpei-iori-ace-defective]

Thoughts about Hades 2 as a tech test player

Everything is under a read more bc. 1. Long post. 2. Spoilers for Hades 2.

1. The game is fucking s m o o t h. Loads quicker and everything feels more stream lined.

2. It’s somewhat harder than Hades 1. Idk if it’s bc of not having a super buffed character but I am definitely finding it a little more challenging. Not a bad thing though!

3. Melinoë plays a little different from Zag which is to be expected! We now have a sprint, spells, and new weapons. Already loving how regular casts and specials don’t have a cast limit. Also love the twin blades. Fast weapon go brrrrrrr.

4. I’m definitely interested in seeing what they do with gathering, farming, ect. Great way to add more stuff to do in and after runs.

5. This ties into 4 but, I love how there’s a bunch of stuff to do in Crossroads! In Hades 1, I never spent too much time in the house. I was always dashing through to do another run when not stopping to talk to people. The Crossroads is definitely a nice cool down area for after runs!

6. THE ART. Man everyone looks so good!!!! I can tell some of the sprites are still being worked on but everything still looks so damn clean. I love how everyone has backgrounds in their portraits!

7. APOLLO, HEPHAESTUS, HESTIA, SELENE. All of them look and sound so cool. Really looking forward to seeing their full boon lists and how they play with different weapons ect.

8. I’m really happy to see some of the OG gods returning. All of them look so sick and every time I see a boon from the first game I go “YOOOOOO”. Also Artemis physically appearing is sick as hell.

9. Really excited to get to know the new crew better! They’re all really compelling already!

10. The areas seem to be shorter. Like, I’m going through less rooms to hit the boss room. Idk if it’s bc it’s a tech test or if it’s intentional.

Speculation and questions

1. WHAT DID CHRONOS DO. ARE THEY DEAD? WHERE ARE THEY? Istg if Zag is dead I am going to c r y.

2. WHERE IS THAN, MEG, ACHILLES, NYX, EVERYONE FROM THE FIRST GAME? WHERE ARE THEY?

3. Hecate said something about Hermes trying to find a way to get from the underworld to Olympus. There was also some stairs going blocked by a ward in the weapon/training room. I wonder if there’s gonna be more areas to go through. Like. Erebus, Elysium, Asphodel, Tartarus, House, then Olympus? Maybe Olympus is gonna have its own areas completely. This would make sense for why the areas are shorter. Really interested to see what they do.

4. If the game looks like this already in its tech test stage….. this might be my game of the year if it gets a full release this year. (I love you P3RE but holy shit Hades 2).

There’s a lot more I could talk about, but I am tired and this is a long post lmao.

[hyunin]

hiiii everyone, this blog hit 1k followers the other day 🥹 tysm to anyone that has followed me here over the years! i'm sure at least a third of my followers are dead blogs from my suju (🤮) era in 2013 before i returned to gifmaking tumblr in 2020, but so many of you joined me once i returned and i'm so thankful for everyone that has reblogged my content and chatted with me and followed me up until this point! 🫶 i wanted to write some fun lil messages for my mutuals and pals below the cut, as well as shout out some people i don't necessarily speak to but like having on my dash also 💗 if u aren't mentioned on here and we're mutuals that doesn't mean i dislike u it just means i'm stupid and missed you 😭 before i get into the messages i also want to ask anyone who can to consider commissioning me for a gifset or writing by donating at least €10 to this fundraiser and sending me a screenshot of your donation! more info on that via this post. thank u so much again everyone!!! 🥳 (edit: i don't think half the mentions in this post are working so please check to see if you were mentioned even if you weren't notified!)

@redvelvetcult hi ele 🫶 i know we don't speak as often anymore but i'm always so happy to see u around and i love you <3 thank u for running yangjeongin with me even if it has been in spirit for 99% of its run LKJSDLFKJSJLKFD still wouldn't be the same without u @bataranqs hi kid! this is going to sound so lame but it's been rly fun watching u grow up over the years through awoo9, every time u use our weird ass humor it's so much funnier coming from u. thank u for hyping up everything we all do, especially my writing!! i really appreciate it and u @anyujins iwin...whew....LLKSJDKLFJLSKF i'm rly happy that we're a lot closer now than when we were last time i made one of these posts. i think we are anyway?? i forgor...but either way ilysm, thank u for your support when i've been going insane over the years and it would appear both of the stories of our love lives that we've been following for so long will have a tragic ending. LJKSDFJLKSLK but i hope we can be friends for many more moments of insanity to come and that we have more good news than bad news to share w each other soon. in the meantime it's always rly fun to talk to u and i am glad i have u in my life @miyawaki ver. i appreciate u v much if only bc u are a major provider of quality shitposts on my dash, u also being into kpop and giffing is a bonus. u are also so funny even if u are also MEAN!!!! it's funny most of the time. and u have also supported me a lot in ur own ver way over the years, and i can always count on u to give me feedback on giffing and such. i'm so happy for u that u are going to uni again and i hope u have so much fun but also don't forget about us 🔫 🫶 @seulggi gfx queen minya! u deserve a shoutout if ONLY bc u are carrying the gfx side of kpop tumblr on ur back fr. and i love seeing what u make on my dash. but u are also an awoo9er so i will give u a long AWOOOOOOOOO of appreciation ❣️ @meongppangz RI omg idk what account is best to tag u on so i tag u here. i rmr the last one of these i made i was like 'hope to talk more under better circumstances' and now we talk nearly every day LJSDFLKSDF i love that for us. thank u crazy person gc for bringing us together fr....love that we can bond over loving ggs and also hating collecting pcs and any other random shit of the day skz is doing. and giffing ofc. talking to u always makes me happy so i hope we continue talking and being friends for a long time to come 🫶 ily. also i'm going through my follow list for this in order of oldest blogs first and i just discovered y'all were one of the first skz blogs i followed. how cute @curiosityjams hi drea, we haven't spoken ages but i wanted to shout u out individually as well because i still enjoy seeing u on my dash and i still consider us friends 🫶 fellow eunbi stan...i will never forget waiting for the 2020 election results w you LMAO abt to do it all again soon...but i hope you're well and hope good things continue coming to u 🙇‍♀️ @hyunjinz agnes, backbone of stayblr that u are, i love u!! i know we don't Personally speak much at all i still feel like u are a dear friend of mine. you were one of the first ppl to support my skz content and i think you're that for a lot of people on stayblr and i think that is so sweet of u and also important for the community. u are so brave for going through the tags all the time and reblogging everything i do not have that kind of energy but i'm so glad u do!! i miss ur gifs but i'm happy that you're still around even when you don't gif. we're some of the last remaining pre-kingdom era skz ccs left 😱 so i will always appreciate ur company here <3 @innielove hi vi, i just want to say i love that u are giffing skz again. i've probably missed a lot of ur sets bc i'm bad at checking tags and dash but when i DO see them i'm like omg vi's gifs r really looking better than ever. thank u for returning to us 🫶 u have also actually been on stayblr for a long time so i'm always happy to see some of the oldies (can u believe we are oldies now...) back on the dash 😌

@kazuhas MS KALE it always makes me happy to see u on my dash here. ur gifs are so lovely and so are u!! i know we mainly know each other from off cc tumblr 🫣 but i wanted to give u a shoutout among all of my other tumblr beloveds bc ily. it's what u deserve @seo-changbinnies marie...another fellow stayblr hag at this point...u are still one of the funniest people on this site i swear. and i'm so glad u are still here and making gifs and blessing us w your funny tags. i hope u always stay just as insane, i love u for that <3 @seungs HI MIAAA we don't talk that much anymore but i wanted u to know that i still always love seeing u and your gifs on my dash 🫶 @felixies luna, legend of stayblr that u are 🙇‍♀️ i think ur work largely goes unappreciated by the fandom but u are an icon for keeping createskz running for all these years despite everything going on in ur life. tysm for your service 🫡 @huiracha marie huiracha...this is how i refer to u in my head btw. like 'huiracha' is ur last name. LKJSDFKLSKLD we have barely spoken but i want to give u your own shoutout just for surviving and continuing to gif on stayblr as long as u have. veterans' discount fr @hyunsung hi mona 🫶 we haven't spoken in a while either omg but i am still always excited to see u on my dash when u gif something or reblog something from me i'm like omg that's my friend mona :D SDKJFSJKLDF so thank u and i hope you're doing well 🙏 @hyunpic VILMA HYUNPIC...u know i am so glad we are better pals now. u are so funny and fun to talk to but also the sweetest ever!! thank u for always listening to me and being kind to me and also making me laugh. every time i feel like an rper named their hyunjin character something dumb i am glad i get to report it to u. some things only u will understand and appreciate. LKJSDKLJFSKLJFKLFD @sungtaro eri <3 we don't talk much anymore and maybe we NEVER HAVE??? but i have always felt like u are a dear friend and beloved mutual. i love seeing u on dash even if we don't have too many groups in common anymore. ur content is always lovely and so are u so we will always be pals as far as i am concerned 🫶 @exocean hi mo!! i must admit i don't have much to say but i wanted to mention you individually because you are so sweet and i love seeing u around and u deserve to know it <3 @hyumjim i don't even know what to say (positive) u know i am so glad ur squirmy wormy tag on one of my hyunjin sets brought us together. idr if we have ever properly spoken like via dm but bc u follow me on all my accounts i feel Seen by u....nd u haven't unfollowed me yet so god bless u. i always enjoy seeing ur thoughts and the posts u put on my dash whether they be a funny text post or someone's hot take getting dismantled or something Thought Provoking. my dash is definitely a better place because of u so thank uu 🫶

@wolfchans lau the Actual backbone of stayblr tysm for ur service fr. without u providing files for us i genuinely believe most of stayblr would be lost. not only do u do that but u are also genuinely very kind and make great content so i appreciate u so much!! thank u for making stayblr (and my dash) a better place @hyunebear hi adri i gotta admit i didn't even realize u were back on tumblr until i was going through my following and saw that u posted recently akljsdflkjdsf goes to show how much i'm on my dash...but i wanted to mention you individually even though it's been so long because you have genuinely touched my heart a lot and i will never forget ur compliments 🙏 ok maybe i did forget some of them word for word. but i will never forget how sweet u were to me. how about that. so thank you and i hope to see u around more!! i probably have to be on my dash more for that tho huh... @romanceuntold hi jen 🫶 i miss u on stayblr i'm ngl but i'm also still glad to see u on my dash through all your phases. you are such a warm and kind person and another person who i will never forget being so sweet to me. thank you and i hope you're doing well ❣️ @wearehappiness sidrah <3 the fact that we were both on stayblr but met properly on pc ig first is still so silly to me. me intending to wait on ur mail to get to me then being like 'stayblr perk i'll send ur mail rn' after i found out u were here LKJSDLKFLJKSF but you are suuuuch a sweet person who makes lovely gifs too. i miss ur gifs also!! and just you in general. wishing u the best in life always 💗 @mybodyfails hi oli 🫶 another person who has been soooo sweet to me, i'm so glad i got to help w leeknoween and i still have all the freebies u sent me from it preserved safely in my freebie photocard binder 😌 you are always lovely to talk to whenever we do, and thank u for reading my fic too despite zombies not being ur thing i appreciate u!! @strayklds / @facethesuns em i just think it's so funny that we like didn't speak before i invited u to the gif streaming server and i just did that on a whim bc u passed the vibe check and now i feel like we are good friends. despite still rarely speaking KSLDFLSDLKF but i love that for us and love ur gifs and seeing u around always 💞 @neohyune hi fae <3 i know us speaking is like a very recent development but i also wanted to mention u individually to thank u for your help 🙏 i need to write more of my fic tbh...but i Will be checking our conversation again for Notes. you also seem like a very sweet person so i would love to talk to u more in the future also 💕 @linoyes another very recent friendship (yes i am calling it that already) in my life, but thank u for your generosity, let's meet that fundraising goal together 💪 i hope we're also able to talk more outside of this context too. i just have a feeling i will have a lot more to say about u once i make another one of these!!

i'm ngl i don't know how many of you actually follow me here and i don't have time to check everyone's username individually so i'm just going to list a bunch of blogs i follow who may or may not follow me JKLSDFLKSDF but y'all make my dash a better place, thank u for all u do! 🫶 feel free to talk to me anytime too

@dazzlingkai @theseulgis @joytual @anyujin @cchuu @cherry-heartss @boynextdoors @hyunchans @ambivartence @minzbins @everglowz @chogiwow @ttathinker @minhosblr @minho-knows @yang-innie @leegahyun @bu99erfly

[victorianpining]

The Game is Now

(Well The Game is over a year ago, if you want to be technical about it)

I finally took the time to write up my notes and reactions to the original BBC Sherlock Escape Room Experience! Sorry in advance if things are a little vague at points, we only played through the room once and am mostly running off of iphone notes I wrote 13 months ago. I hope to be able to go back to try out the new Mind of Moriarty room during its run, if this one was anything to go by, it should be a fun time!

My usual disclaimer that while this is a TJLC slanted writeup, I'm just playing The Game for fun at this point, I really am not expecting any of this to lead anywhere. Enjoy your television responsibly, don't idolize television writers, eat your veggies, etc. etc. etc. And spoilers for the room, obviously.

Oh, and huge thank you to @watermotif @betweendoctorsanddetectives and @647763 (and her girlfriend) for playing the room with me! I had a blast suffering with you all <3

The way I'm getting myself to finally actually write this up is by telling myself it's okay if my thoughts are a little informal, especially after this long, so this is going to be written the way I usually structure my outlines in the format of chaotic bullet points. Hopefully it's still readable!

I'm starting my recap of the experience outside of the escape room itself, which was located in what was, for all intents and purposes, a random, abandoned seeming mall in London (it wasn't actually abandoned malls are just like that now)

So imagine you are just walking through what looks exactly like your local, very dead, mall, when there's just this massive wall with dark damask wall paper and the most DFP Sherlock quotes you can conceive of plastered on it. Think "I may be on the side of the angels but don't think for a second I am one of them" "heroes don't exist and if they did I wouldn't be one of them" "I'm a high functioning sociopath" etc. It's already hilarious

You come around the corner from that and there's the gated off "Doyle's Optometrist" office, where you have to page in (I think we had to state our group name, I can't remember exactly how we got in)

Once you're inside the staff helping you are named Stamford. Yes like Mike Stamford. Yes all of them. If you didn't know you were in for psychological torment, you do now

[brief intermission here because some of us arrived early, so they actually let us through to the Mind Palace bar while we waited. It was pretty cool, apart from the guy working there being really pushy about ordering drinks. The bar is Victorian themed with framed pictures from TAB and the biggest one in the room, like by far, was a framed picture of Sherlock and Moriarty's little gun standoff, so you know, that was fun.]

[here we are trying to be normal about it]

[also I went to the bathroom at this point and there was a little sign in the stall which said that the Sherlock theme song was exactly the right length to wash you hands to which was the most ridiculous thing I have ever seen in my life]

Anyway back to the intended order of the experience, Stamford led us back to the optometrist waiting room where we sat calmly while John Watson's voice read out random advertisements. (The only one of these I wrote down was "the eyes are the legs of the face" because it was so random, but there was a set of them)

Also as you will see in the following picture, the posters in here were Bananas

(In case you can't see it since it's small in dash, the purple one behind Mia says "Doyle's Audiographs: for those who hear but don't listen" very evocative of the "I did tell you but did you listen" motif, 0/10 very infuriating)

Stamford came over at this point and brought us back and gave us the rules, which included no photography so photos end here unfortunately

So we were taken to a projector room where John Watson addressed the players, saying that while it says the office belongs to Doyle, this is actually a front for one of Mycroft's plans (ha ha ha (deadpan)) and that he's coopted John into helping. (hah. do you get it? the author and the narrator? hillarious)

It was so clear that Martin did not want to be there. Like yes John in character also doesn't want to be there but Martin literally looked like he was being held at gunpoint. His eyes were dead. Poor guy.

Stamford led us through another room into the 221B living room! Being in here was surreal. Because there are a few groups lumped together at this point, we had a bit of time to look around the room. Rachel found a book about fetishes on the mantle, which was something.

We took our group picture, they let you pick from a few props. I went for the white queen chess piece for Dracula reasons and got bullied into wearing the deerstalker, which was homophobic.

Also the skull was the Yorick version, and I took a moment to stare into ACD's eyes, out of respect, as one does.

At this point the game proper begins! Sherlock's voice comes on (Ben is not on camera other than one brief exception which we will be coming back to later) and starts prepping us for our mission.

I don't remember the context but I think while telling us to be careful in the flat he told us "don't scrape your knees, or do." which was funny considering "the state of her knees"

Mycroft then addresses the audience (hah) only to be interrupted by Moriarty (hah) hacking the TV (hah hah hah)

The mirror above the fireplace? Also turns into a TV that Moriarty hacks. Ha. Ha ha ha ha.

Moriarty informs us that he has kidnapped Mycroft so the point of the game is to save Mycroft from Moriarty (I was fighting the urge to bash my head against the walls of 221b at this point, like I was expecting M Theory but like Come On you're killing me here)

You may be wondering how exactly Moriarty has kidnapped Mycroft considering he is dead. Great question! You don't get an answer apart from Moriarty saying "remember I am definitely dead" in the most sarcastic voice I have ever heard come out of Andrew Scott's mouth. Full psychological warfare at this point. Having a great time. The usual.

Also at this point, while talking about Mycroft, Moriarty compares him to Sherlock, and he definitely listed off a bunch of things but the part that most stood out was he said verbatim "Mycroft is like Sherlock without the fangirls or sex appeal" so uh. Um. Yeah. M Theory Time!!! All Aboard!!! Choo Choo!!!!

We were taken to the first of our three puzzle rooms: the morgue at St. Bart's. Moriarty is introducing the room and jokingly refers to the brief time he spent dating Molly, lets us know that our goal is to break into the computer system (a development which had me thrilled, you know I love the Moriarty as a Virus angle)

Not one full minute after Moriarty joked about Molly being his cover, Molly voice over talks to John (who by the way has a beard at this point, that I had not mentioned) and goes "nice beard!" Hah. Hah.

To get into the computer we needed to put in a date, I don't remember the context for this puzzle but the answer was 2012, the year of Season 2.

The case in the middle of the room then lights up and you're able to see the corpse. On the computer, a database comes in, and in order to get into the server, we need to fill out a series of questions about the identity of the corpse.

One of the filters is the relationship status of the corpse with three options, single, married m/f, and married m/m. I let out the most exhausted sigh of my entire life and hit married m/m without even looking at the corpse. (we briefly removed it because the room was giving us clues out of order that made us think for a moment that this was wrong, it was not, the corpse is gay, you have to not assume he's straight. Do you get it?) (war and strife on the planet earth)

So the clue for that is that the corpse has the name Stephen tattooed on him (really? of all the names? Stephen????) and you're meant to figure out that he wouldn't get a tattoo of his own name. Or just be so mentally exhausted that you intrinsically know the corpse is going to be gay because of course he is.

If that wasn't enough, the corpse was also a member of the Royal Navy who was left handed. Hi John.

At this point my friends in the room with me pointed me up to the TV in the corner, which was showing random news feed but the ticker tap at the bottom was advertising BBC Dracula, which was fun.

When we were finally getting into the cage the server was in, Moriarty kept ominously chanting "let me in"

Again, don't remember the context, but one of the clues in this room was identifying the heart

We discovered the corpse died of a horrific virus (hah) just as Moriarty hacked into the server thanks to us (once again was genuinely enjoying the code stuff, this is a 10/10 from me, makes fadow better for everyone who has done this silly escape room sdhgakjdsg)

The second room was Mycroft's underground office and our task from Moriarty was to locate where his agents were stationed throughout the world and once again send off his virus. I was giggling.

Flipping around with switches on Mycroft's desk, we found that the mirrors on either side of the room were actually windows! Because of course they were!

Sherlock comes in with a clue at this point and lets us know something to the effect of "Mycroft likes to hide clues in photographs" which was uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... normal.

Those are my only notes for this room and I don't remember literally anything else about it so sorry about that on to....

The final room: The Victorian Operating Theater! Oh boy!!!

Moriarty has been using us to access the genetic code (hah) for a virus (hah) last scene in the Victorian Era (hahahahahahahaa). He literally phrases it as "an old treasure brought into the modern day." Hillarious.

Then the absolute highlight of the experience: there's this giant console thing in the middle of the room that comes to life with all these screens, and on them including Moriarty taunting us and, the absolute 12/10 winner, footage of Sherlock wandering around 221B. This is the only Ben footage you get and not only does it confirm the "Moriarty is always spying on Sherlock" part of M Theory, it's very similar to the wall of monitors I came up with for fadow. Fellow Moriarty fan Mia and I were dying at this as much as we were able to while still trying to solve the room.

Moriarty freed Mycroft but had infected us with the virus (this is why I joke that Moriarty gave me COVID, because I caught it this day and it might as well have been from him)

His plan was to unleash the virus on the world unless we could stop him

This room was more physical puzzles than mental, and we had to cure the brain, the heart, and the lungs respectively. The brain and the heart are obviously big Sherlock meta staples so since then I've been like "why the lungs tho?" My best guess is it has something to do with breathing new life into an old story, but that's just a guess

While we were solving it and making progress Moriarty came on to rant something like "the game was over! You should have known when to give up!" Flames, flames on the side of my face.

When we won, Sherlock insulted us, but Mycroft then came on to compliment our efforts and talents, which was a great way to leave off.

Apparently only 20% of people actually solve the room, and we were in the top 20% of that, all while trying to take in the meta of it all, go League of Furies!!!

Final thoughts: this really was like if watching the show was a thing you could live through in real time. If you've ever wanted to be tormented by Mofftiss in a more visceral way, this room is exactly what you're looking for. Also shoutout to Andrew, who acted his absolute heart out, 15/10 thanks for all the M Theory, it was delicious

Also once again to reiterate, I can't believe James Moriarty gave me COVID, after all I have done for him, rest in pieces except he isn't even dead all the way.

I guess 4 months of not being able to breathe fully was the real lungs meta all along.

Can't wait for the Mind of Moriarty game next though for real, that's gonna be Bonkers, if one of the scenes is a virtual version of the waterfall scene from TAB I think I would combust on the spot

Thanks for reading!!! Sorry this took me forever only to be such a casual writeup in the end, but hopefully this recreation of my mental breakdown in a mall was entertaining.

[ornii]

My Better Bitter Half, Part 9

Part 9: Pilgrimage

“Let's assess, shall we? Bag over my head for optimal disorientation, wrists tied tight enough to cut off circulation, and no idea if I'm going to live or die. It's definitely my kind of party.”

(Y/n) and Wednesday, twins were bagged and dragged into a dark decrepit hole unbeknownst of their location.

“Who dares breach our inner sanctum?” A haunting voice comes out, their masks were suddenly taken off as they look around, and realize they’re still in the library.

“You can take the mask off, Bianca.” Wednesday says.

“And just like that, my hopes were dashed against the rocks of bitter disappointment. My foe was no psychotic killer. More like a bunch of high school clowns.” Wednesday thinks as they remove their masks

“Wait, I preferred you with it on.” Wednesday said.

“How did you get down here?” One asks

“Rowan” (Y/n) chimes in. “She tracked the watermark to the Poe statue. Then I solved the riddle.”

“Wait, there's a riddle?” One asks, “I thought we just snapped twice.”

“Wow, absolute Einstein here” (y/n) says with his burning sarcasm.

“The Nightshades are an elite social club.

Emphasis on elite.” Bianca said.

“We have roof parties, campouts, the occasional midnight skinny-dip. And Yoko's an amateur mixologist. She makes a killer virgin mojito. It can get pretty wild.” One girl adds in.

“Wow. Do you guys even have a bedtime?” Wednesday said with her cold sarcasm

“Last I heard, the Nightshades had been disbanded.” (Y/n) said.

“Yeah, the group kind of lost its charter 30 years ago after some normie kid died.” Xavier says

“But we have a lot of wealthy alumni, so Weems looks the other way as long as nobody makes any waves.”

“Someone like Rowan?” Wednesday adds in.

“We booted that loser last semester. Question is, what are we gonna do with them? Only members are allowed in this library.” Bianca says, and Xavier comes up with an idea.

“I say we invite them to pledge. They’re Addams, both legacy.” He explains.

“After the crap they pulled in the Poe Cup, there's no way in hell.”

“Are you mad we beat you at your own game? Let me save you the trouble glow fish.” He stands up and reveals his undone bindings.

“I'm not interested in joining, and I’m sure my sister isn’t.”

“You're seriously turning us down?” One says.

“Yes Because your little social club is so inviting.” He walks to the door, but is stopped by Kent, the mermaid and the twin of Divina.

“If you think the little burns you had at the Cup were bad, I’ll fillet you alive, get out of my way.” (Y/n) says with such unnerving calmness, Kent awkwardly side stepped and (Y/n) turned to Wednesday.

“When you’re done toying with them, let me know.” He heads up the flight of stairs to leave his more than capable sister there.

Minutes later he’s awaiting at the gate of the school, and his sister arrives.

“Good, you’re done playing with them, we can figure out our next move.” (Y/n) says.

“It seems the Nightshades were a dead end. They’re not capable of murdering Rowan, they’re barely capable of kidnapping two people.”

“Well your Standards are unnaturally high.” He says and nudges his sister, she stares at him and he walks back to his dorm, Wednesday watches her leave.

“There were so many threads to my investigation, I could weave a burial shroud. I still have no idea how Rowan mysteriously rose from the dead. Or why that monster is prowling the woods. But right now, nothing intrigues me more than this book. If I'm going to be responsible for Nevermore's demise, the question is, why am I sharing this apocalypse with a pilgrim?”

The next morning, The Students Are forced to stand at the Quad as Weems gives them the rundown for their Jobs.

“All students will report for their volunteer jobs at 10:00 a.m. sharp, followed by a community lunch at 1:00. As you know, this year Outreach Day culminates in a very special event, the dedication of a new memorial statue in the town square, which will also include performances by Nevermore students. As representatives of our school, I trust you will all put your best face forward.” She says, and hands out slips of paper for the Postions they’ll play. The Addams twins and Enid get theirs.

“Yes! I got Pilgrim World!” Enid says and (Y/n) checks it.

“Me too.” He ways, “I have natural people skills and a love of performing, so it's kind of the obvi choice.” Enid says, and grabs (Y/n)‘s arm.

“We can wear matching clothes!” Enid says smiling, which quickly changes the sullen demeanor of (Y/n). Who smiles.

“ I suppose I don’t hate that…” he says softly, and Enid turns to Wednesday.

“What'd you get?”

“Uriah's Heap, whatever that is.” She said, the students convey to Jericho to assist at Pilgrim world

“Ew. It's this weird, creepy antique store.” Enid says. “You'll love it though. I'm crossing my claws Ajax and I will be outreaching together.” Enid says, which (Y/n)‘s smile quickly Fades.

“Fantastic.” He walks off, and Weems has reached the front and begins.

“Welcome, welcome, Nevermore Academy.

Now, on behalf of the entire Jericho community, we are so, so pleased to have you all here today. Your generosity and hard work are truly... outreachous! Okay, everyone. We'll see you back here at one o'clock for lunch. Enjoy!” Weems says, (Y/n) adjusts his tie, ready to Woo Enid and make her forget about Ajax, as Enid prepares, Wednesday approaches her.

“Enid. Switch volunteer assignments.”

“What? No. Uriah's Heap is definitely not my bag.”

“It's an emergency. I need to check out Pilgrim World.”

“But Wednesday, this is not a fair trade. Why would I agree to spend the entire day at some dumpy emporium of crapola?”

“Because Ajax is volunteering there. Thing sneaked a peek at his assignment. But if you're not interested...” Wednesday begins to retract, but Enid grabs it.

“No! Oh my God, thank you. You're the best!” Enid skips away, (Y/n) stands with the ground, he turns left as he senses the approach of a woman, he turns with a smile to face enid but he unfortunately sees Wednesday.

“Wednesday? Where’s enid? You didn’t hurt you did you?”

“No, she swapped assignments with me.”

“Uh, why?” He asks, “She hates all things creepy.”

“Ajax is working at the Heap. That convinced her.” Wednesday says, (Y/n) was at a loss for words, the anger and disappointment was at a maximum as he lost his chance to possibly sweep Enid off her feet.

“I would have preferred Enid.” He says.

“I still cannot comprehend what you see in Her.”

“You don’t understand the Human emotional spectrum? I’m so shocked.” He says with sarcasm. “I’d like to spend time with women who aren’t related to me, unless you just don’t want Enid to snatch me away from you~”

“You are absurdly full of yourself, She’s After Ajax, do yourself a favor and accept cold reality. Wednesday says, He opens his mouth to say something less than appealing to his sister, but Eugene intervenes.

“Hey, Wednesday, want to grab a Hummers group photo?” He says, standing in the frame and the twins turn to face him, now both of them with the same stone face.

“Guess not.” Eugene says sheepishly as he walks away, suddenly, a woman approached, dressed as a Pilgrim.

“Good morrow, my young Nevermore kin. I am Mistress Arlene. A real OC. Original colonist. Now prithee, put your cell phones on vibrate and make haste, for you are about to travel back in time to the year of our Lord 1625, to Jericho's first pilgrim settlement. Yonder. Behold, the meeting house. Inside is a collection of artifacts related to Jericho's most beloved and pious founder, Joseph Crackstone. And beyond is our privy, America's first gender-neutral restroom.” She says, “Does anyone have a question about the bathrooms?” (Y/n) begins to raise his hand but Wednesday puts it back down.

“I haveth a query.” Wednesday said.

“Pray, be quick, child.”

“In the meeting house, which of Joseph Crackstone's artifacts are on display?”

“It is truly a treasure trove, including original farm tools, tableware, even the Crackstone family chamber pot.”

“Sounds fascinating. My Brother and I volunteer to work in there.”

“Pray, no. That exhibit is being renovated.

Today, thou will all be working at the beating heart of Pilgrim World. Ye olde fudgery!” She says, and shows the children a Fugde production shop

"Ye Olde Fudgery?" (Y/n) says, raising an eyebrow.

“More like ye olde diabetes in a box.” His sister retorts.

“Volunteers, prick up thine ears. Fudge is the lifeblood of our humble community. And samples equal sales, so grab a uniform and a box and make our forefathers proud.” She says. And adults hand out pieces of the uniforms.

“Are these for muzzling tourists?” Wednesday says.

“No, perhaps we can use them for muzzling troublesome siblings.” (Y/n) thinks.

The twins unfortunately put on a perfect facade of creepy pilgrims as (Y/n) stands there with a plate of Fudge, and Wednesday next to him.

“Enjoy your "authentic" pilgrim fudge made with cacao beans procured by the oppressed indigenous people of the Amazon. All proceeds go to uphold this pathetic whitewashing of American history.” She says in fluent German.

(In French) “Also, fudge wasn't invented for another 258 years. But please, continue to fuel this soulless corporation with your money so your children can still call Native Americans “Indians” (Y/n) says in perfect French.

“Any takers?” They say in Union, which creeps out the tourists and they leave. He calmly tosses the plate over his shoulder.

“This is getting ridiculous.” He says, Wednesday looks around and eyes the door she wishes to enter and walks off, (Y/n) follows, eventually the duo reach the door and Wednesday, using her oddly knowledgeable skill of breaking and entering unlocks the door and heads inside, he follows closely and the duo see the house, it was obviously turned into a museum, displaying multiple items

“My grandmother once told me secrets are like zombies... they never truly die. I'm not sure what secret Crackstone is hiding, but I have a strange feeling the answers to my future lie in the past. The Old Meeting House, 1625.”

“(Y/n), this is the girl from my vision. She's even holding the same book. That black one she had outside Crackstone's crypt.” Wednesday says, and (Y/n) turns to see a book on display.

“Codex Umbrarum. Book of Shadows." He opens it, and sees it all Empty. “Great. It's a fake.” He checks the back of it as his sister peers over his shoulder.

“I don't know who Etsy is, but I doubt she was an outcast settler.”

“No, she wasn’t.” He says, their investigation was suddenly sidelined as Arlene sees them.

“Just what the fudge are you two doing in here?” She says,

“Mistress Arlene.“ (y.n) said, “I proclaimed the meeting house is under repair.” She says “I know thoust heard me.”

“We don’t have firm for this. What happened to the original?” (Y/n) says, and Arlene frowns

“A child unknowing to respect thine elders, The original was stolen last month during the two o'clock witch trial.”

“It was probably the only authentic thing you have in here, yet you still charge $29.95 a ticket?” Wednesday says.

“Hold thy tongue. I'm reassigning you both.

To fudge-churning duty.”

“The original meeting house, the one in that painting, where is it?”

“How the hell should I know?

I only moved here from Scottsdale in April.” She says dropping the attitude.

“Fantastic, we’ll have to find it ourselves, I’ll ask around.” (Y/n) says.

“Ask who? No one living knows—“

“Exactly, no one living. Now If you’ll excuse me sister.” He says to Arlene, she frowns and walks off.

Back at Nevermore, (Y/n) sits cross legged in an Ally, with Wednesday watching guard, she turns to face him.

“Have you found the information yet?” She asks, his head suddenly jerks back and then forth and he opens his eyes, Gasping for air.

“I, think I do…” he says, and walks off into the forest, almost zombie like, they reach a burned down building, they search but, find nothing.

“Can you touch a leaf or something and get a vision?” (Y/n) asks.

“No, I can't just touch something. My visions seem to happen spontaneously.”

“Mother could help you learn some of the power”

“I would rather dye my hair pink than ask mother for advice.”

“Why am I not surprised, Maybe You’re Just afraid to see a vision.” He says sarcastically.

“Oh, you want me to prove it to you?” She says and grabs random items

“No. Nothing. Ah, I bet this will give us some real insight.” She says holding a Taco Bell bag..

“My visions are about as predictable as shark attacks.” Wednesday touched the gate and immediately stiffens up and convulses. (Y/n) rushes to her side and grabs her.

“Wednesday? Wednesday?!” He yells, she seems to be lost in a vision, and (Y/n) takes her away.

Minutes pass inside his room, he had a circle drawn around Wednesday, using his otherworldly skills to try and assist his sister, but her body suddenly awakens and she sits up.

“(Y/n), I saw her! The girl from my visions.

Her name is Goody Addams, and I believe she's our ancestor from 400 years ago.”

“Okay, but what does that have to do with Crackstone?

“I saw Joseph Crackstone in front of me as clearly as I'm seeing you now. He gathered all the outcasts in the meeting house and burned them alive.”

“I see, I see.. so that’s why they’re connected, Joseph killed Goody. Then Crackstone has to do with what’s going on… well, we have to think about this later, we have the concert to perform at? I assume Weems told you.

“Unfortunately so.”

“I thought nothing scared me, but that was before I stared into the eyes of Joseph Crackstone. I don't believe in heaven or hell. But I do believe in revenge. I usually serve it warm with a side of pain, but I've never faced an adversary cast in bronze.”

The Addams Twins are with other students in Jericho, preparing for the Band, but (Y/n)’s guitar skills were unmatched. But his sisters cello ability was unmatched. Weems approaches the podium.

“Thank you. It is my honor to celebrate our town's history and Jericho's noble forefather, Joseph Crackstone. Now, he believed that with a happy heart and an open ear, there was nothing our town couldn't achieve. So together as one, our community and our friends at Nevermore Academy, we've built a monument to celebrate his memory. Now, may the spirit of Joseph Crackstone be memorialized for eternity.” She says as they reveal the Statue of Crackstone, which begins to flow water.

The band begins playing of "Don't Stop" by Fleetwood Mac and the crowd cheers, but (Y/n) was still miffed by his loss of possibly wooing Enid.

The crowd cheers, but their cheers quickly turn to horror as an explosion bellows from the statue, it seems someone swapped the water with gasoline, and all it took was a single match. Screams, terror, fear rang though the center, but what truly took the eye of most was the hellish screeches of an electric guitar, and a cello, as the twins play a harrowing version of Vivaldi's "Winter" as the guitars strings bellow though the area, the cellos haunting dreary tone perfectly compliments the guitar, but Weems wasn’t enjoying it.

“That was a disaster. The mayor is furious!

I've lost count of the angry phone calls, emails, and people in the town, alumni and parents. They want answers and so do I.” Weems says with such vitriolic rage at the twins sitting at the office.

“I would lead the inquisition, but I left my thumbscrews and rack at home.” Wednesday said.

“Miss Addams... you're already on thin ice.

Wafer-thin ice.”

“I swear Principal, our hands are clean.”

“What happened to you Mister Addams? You weren’t like this until your sister darkens our dorms.” She says, which changes his mood, maybe he was going back to his old ways. Weems turns to Wednesday.

“I may not have hard evidence, but I see you.

You're a trouble magnet.”

“If trouble means standing up to lies, decades of discrimination, centuries of treating outcasts like second-class citizens or worse...”

“What are you talking about?”

“Jericho.” (Y/n) cuts Weems off

“Why does this town even have an Outreach Day? Don't you know its real history with outcasts? The actual story of Joseph Crackstone and his hatred for Us?”

“I do…To an extent.” Weems says.

“Then why be complicit in its cover up? Those who forget history are doomed to repeat it.” Wednesday chimes in.

“That's where you and I differ. Where you see doom, I see opportunity. Maybe this is a chance to rewrite the wrongs, to start a new chapter in the normie-outcast relations.”

“Nothing has changed since Crackstone. They still hate us. Only now they sugarcoat it with platitudes and smiles. If you're unwilling to fight for truth...”

“You don't think I want the truth? Of course I do. But the world isn't always black and white.

There are shades of gray.”

“Maybe for you. But it's either they write our story or we do, history isn’t written by those who are right, it’s by those who survive.” He says, weems Just sighs.

“You two are exhausting.”

“We know.”

“Goodnight, Minster and Miss Addams. But know, I don’t tire easily.” She says with the last foreboding warning, the twins leave the office and head back to their dorm. A but silent between each other, Wednesday was typing upon her typewriter, and Enid shows off a few outfits.

“Too much?”

“I feel like you just napalmed me, Enid.” Wednesday says.

“So glad I have my date with Ajax tonight.

Get my mind off that trainwreck of an afternoon. I literally think I have PTSD. I didn't even get to do my dance routine.” Enid says.

“What a tragedy— wait Date?” Wednesday asks.

“What kind of twisted psycho would want to sabotage such a life-affirming event?” Enid says, Wednesday ponders for a moment, and looks a bit saddened. He brother truly does care for her.

“…You're going to be late.”

“Wish me luck.” Enid says with a giggle and leaves. Meanwhile (Y/n) stands at the window, staring out into the moon, sighing solemnly as his eyes reflect the full moon.

“I don't believe in mandatory volunteer work, sugar-coated history, or happy endings, but most of all... I don't believe in coincidences. To paraphrase Agatha Christie, one coincidence is just a coincidence, two are a clue...and three are proof. Rowan's drawing of me and Crackstone happens sometime in the future. Goody Addams' warnings about Crackstone were in the past. And the monster is here in the present. Three coincidences that I know are connected. That monster could be anyone. The sheriff thinks they only exist behind the walls of this school. The truth is, there are monsters everywhere. And sometimes the monsters we least suspect are the most dangerous. They don't need teeth and claws to terrify. They hide in the shadows until no one is looking. And then they strike. But I'm looking now. And I won't stop until I find the truth.

[vukovich]

first sentence patterns

rules: list the first line of your last 10 fics and see if there's a pattern! thank you for the tag, @oknowkiss!

1. “I assure you, Auror Potter,” drawled the Patronus, speaking even before it found its full form, “there is nothing wrong with your partner.” -Cry Havoc (unpublished)

2. Barty Crouch, Jr had nearly everything he currently wanted out of life: brooding good looks, son-of-a-diplomat status, top marks in all the important courses, a drop-dead gorgeous boyfriend with a French accent, and a father who didn’t speak to him anymore. -Glitch

3. Draco eased the car to a stop, frowned, and muttered the street names under his breath. -For Services Rendered (unpublished)

4. "Mister Potter," says the attendant. -Dashing Through the Snow

5. So there I am, on the dais at Madam Malkins, minding everyone’s business but my own, when in walks Potter. -You're horrible (and I love it)

6. It's a balmy Thursday night in late May, and Draco's thirty years old and doing what he always does after a match; getting blindingly drunk and burying his dick in someone in the alleyway behind the Leaky Cauldron. -Seahorse

7. Ginny found the ring on a Monday night, when she’d gone snooping in Harry’s work robe pockets. -Before the Cold Sets In

8. Draco half-rolled, half-fell onto his back, his skin sweaty against Harry’s sheets. -It Takes All Sorts

9. Workable, Harry thought as his balls tightened. -WHISKY-TANGO-FOXTROT

10. I will not think about Scorpius Malfoy during this orgasm. -For Sale by Owner: Rose Weasley-Granger's Virginity

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SUMMARY: I apparently like to start my fics in bed or with the POV character interacting with the love interest. Makes sense.

@schmem14 @mintawasalreadytaken @peachpety @orangepellets you're up.

[ladylaviniya]

The Bronze Dragon ★ Chapter 10 ★

||Chapter 9|| Masterlist || Chapter 11||

Chapter Summary: Threats and false promises are made with a knife, blood and a little bit of fun.

Pairing: Dark!Aemond Targaryen X Laviniya Targaryen (My OFC)

Chapter Warnings: 18+ Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Post-War Dance of The Dragons, Mentions of Targaryen Heritage, Alternative Universe, Humiliation, Threats and Coercion With A Knife *Some Smut This Chapter*, Oral Sex F!Receiving, Dubious Consent.

Word Count: 9,480k

Author Notes: ★ I do not have a beta, and I am grateful for everyone who helps me edit. I type this story on my phone using Microsoft Word App. Thankyou and please be kind. (If it's simple spelling like colour vs color, understand I am Australian and we love adding extra vowels.)

Inspiring Song: "Bad Liar" by Imagine Dragons

The forest was alive with the sounds of nature. She ran through the trees with all her might, hoping to lose those hounds and their galloping master. There were hounds barking in long, mournful tones, and other hounds with shorter, more angry howls and yips. The night air was thick and heavy, and by the time she reached the stream, her dress clung to her body, soaked with sweat and sticking to her skin. Her long, snowy-white hair was plastered to her neck and shoulders, damp with sweat. Bugs stuck to her ankles covered in the king’s blood.

She allowed herself to slow down from her initial sprint, switching to a more stealthy mode of navigation. Carefully, she moved through the trail, ducking behind trees and avoiding the pursuing riders. The forest floor was unforgiving, littered with sharp rocks and pointy sticks. Every step was met with a sharp intake of breath as her unprotected feet were constantly assaulted with small thorns and stones.

Moving as quickly yet as quietly as possible, she kept to the shelter of the forest, slipping between the brush and trees with practiced skill. Fortunately, the path she had chosen was bordered by a stream, and once she neared the edge, she didn’t hesitate to step into the cool water, moving silently forward. Moonlight filtered through the dense canopy of trees, casting a silvery, bluish-gray hue over the surroundings.

The water was still and silent, its surface barely rippled except for the small waves she created with her movements. She searched for any sign of movement in the water, but saw none. She assured herself that if any creature was concealed beneath the surface, its presence would be betrayed by ripples or splashes.

She placed the hilt of the knife into her mouth.

With an impulsive plunge, she submerged herself in the cool, dark water. Rising from the depths, she buried her hands in the damp grass on the bank. She slammed the blade into the dirt above the muddy bank. She ran her fingers through her clean, ivory hair and smeared handfuls of mud on her face and dress. Then, a sharp pain in her shoulder caused her to wince, suppressing the urge to rip the bandage from under her gown. She dug her hands once more into the mud, coating her arms and legs with a thick layer of mud, grass, and moss. Once she was completely covered from head to toe, she pushed herself up, taking the dagger into her hands and carefully moved along the bank of the water, trying to avoid disturbing the surface and revealing her presence by the sound of careless splashing.

Her progress was hindered by the precarious bank, as every few steps, her foot would slip off, plunging into the mushy embankment below. Occasionally, she’d lose her balance and end up tumbling into the water. However, she never let go of her knife and would manage to quickly return to her task, ensuring to coat herself with more mud once again before resuming her journey.

The effort of her mad dash through the forest had pushed her to her physical limits. Her chest ached, and though she was young and fit, the heavy air was proving taxing to her burning lungs. Gasping for breath, she heard a distinct wetness in her breathing, each inhalation sounding laboured and strained. Seeking refuge beneath the protective cover of two thick trees, she paused to rest, her eyes wide and her body teeming with a restless, buzzing energy. Her hands clenched the blade hilt harder, ready to strike.

With each passing moment, she was acutely aware of the urgency of her situation. She hurriedly pushed herself to her feet, continuing on her path. The intense effort was taking a toll on her body, her heart racing at an unhealthy pace. She dared to glance over her shoulder, yet she heard nothing—no sounds of hounds or riders. The night had become eerily silent, an unnerving quiet that sent chills down her spine.

She had to find a way home and rally a support to her cause of defense. She would go live with the sister she had never known in the Eyrie. The Eyrie was impregnable. The Eyrie had a army twice as trained and better armoured than any northerners.

The words echoed through her mind like a mantra, providing a shred of comfort in her dire situation. “I do not have to marry the king. I do not have to marry the king. I do not have to marry the king.” She repeated them three times, each repetition a desperate attempt to assuage her mounting panic. Another fifty metres passed beneath her feet before she was suddenly halted by a pair of powerful arms that encircled her and pulled her back against a chainmail chest as cold as a winters morning and hard as the Runestones walls.

She tried to yell but a large hand swiftly smothered her cry. A nearby hound bounded out onto the path, leaping and jumping joyously, emitting a long, low bark of victory. The excited canine jumped and spun, clearly enjoying its success while Laviniya found herself incapable of squealing, as the knight’s iron grip on her face kept her mouth firmly shut.

She tried jerking the blade back into his side but the sharp point was no match for his chainmail. He grabbed and squeezed her wrist hard enough for it to drop the knife with her tiniest whimper.

His fingers holding her tight and firm suddenly pinched her nostrils together, making it harder for her to draw breath. She fought back with all her might, her body writhing and struggling against his hold. She managed to open her mouth wide and snapped her teeth down hard on the top of his hand, tasting the metallic tang of warm blood. With a violent jerk of her legs, she tried to free herself from his grasp.

“Fuck! That hurt, you little-!” The knight that she realised was Ser Gilbar, cursed as he involuntarily released his grip, dropping her hard, trying to free his bitten hand. On her hands and knees she took advantage of the momentary reprieve, she tried to dart forward, but a sudden wave of nausea overpowered her senses, sending a powerful shudder through her body.

Her ankle was ruthlessly seized in a powerful grip, and she was pulled back forcefully. Strangely, the thought of screaming didn’t even occur to her; her mind was solely fixated on trying to escape as quickly as possible. She clawed at the ground, desperately trying to find purchase and pull herself away from Ser Gilbar.

A massive bicep encircled her throat, followed by the vise-like grip of a second arm around both of her own. Her airway was instantly blocked, her body instinctively trying to gasp for air, but the pressure on her throat kept her mouth sealed shut. The arm around her neck constricted even further, cutting off any chance of inhaling or exhaling.

“Please do not struggle, Lady Laviniya,” the knight spoke calmly, his voice cutting through the din of the celebrating hounds, “Please try to calm yourself and be still, it will be over soon, I promise.” He grunted.

As her vision began to blur and spots danced before her eyes, she pondered the irony of her impending death. She probably looked like a fish, with her mouth gaping open, her eyes bulging, and her body desperately thrashing around in a futile attempt to catch a breath.

“Apologies, Lady Laviniya. Just go to sleep now,” the knight, Ser Gilbar, softly instructed. Exhaustion overwhelmed her, leaving her unable to continue fighting. With no choice, she allowed herself to yield to the darkness, her world slowly fading into deep, unconscious slumber.

The skin around the sutures was a sight of redness, rawness, and swelling. The wound extended across his palm and reached a point just shy of the top of his wrist. The maester had done an examination of the injury and thankfully, no major damage to his tendons had been detected. Aemond was able to move his fingers and although his grip strength was somewhat impacted, it could have been far worse. However, the maester had informed him that he had been exceptionally lucky, for it appeared that Aemond’s life was spared by the fact that the artery in his hand had only been nicked.

The revelation had shocked even the king, a man who had faced countless dangerous battles on dragonback and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with seasoned warriors who had honed their skills throughout their entire lives. Yet, here he was being told that a young woman, who he found himself growing increasingly infatuated with, had come precariously close to bringing him death.

Aemond knew that the wound would undoubtedly scar, but strangely, he found an odd sense of satisfaction in this fact. It would serve as a constant reminder of the danger he had just narrowly escaped. He had to admit, he had underestimated her just as he had with his nephew in their youth. And yet, he had thought that was a mistake he would never repeat.

Aemond’s mind was filled with shame as he thought of how easily she could have struck higher. The blade could have sliced through his throat, leaving him to bleed out on the floor like a slaughtered pig, unable to cry out for his guards in time before meeting the bitter end of his reign.

The king then felt a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach as he considered what might have befallen Laviniya if the outcome had been different. Ser Gilbar was indeed a man to be trusted, but the other knights in his employ were not. They were nothing more than a pack of hungry dogs, always looking for an opportunity to rape and pillage where they could and without their king to command their mercy, Laviniya could have been a torn up corpse of blood and cum.

Despite himself, Aemond found himself grinning as he gingerly traced his finger along the edges of the stitches. It was a delightful turn of events, and he had to admit, she had managed to impress him at every turn without even requiring to remove her clothes.

It had been a long two years for him, filled with nothing but indulging his primal desires, but never having his intellect and personality so fiercely engaged. She had broken that pattern, and it was a welcome change for him.

He thought about how filthy she was when she had arrived and he had paid a elderly woman, the sister of the Maester to wash and care for his woman. After many hot buckets of water and towels and soap, she was finally clean, but he recalled walking in on her and worrying as she stirred and cried in her delirium state. She was so small and helpless and he had done this to her, forced this onto her. It reminded him of Jaehaera. He could not fault her for trying to escape him. But he would be obeyed.

He told the Maester’s sister to wash and cloth Laviniya in the cleanest thing possible. He paid her fifteen gold pieces, a wage that would support her and her brother for a year.

A soft knock on the door and he called for them to enter. Ser Raynard entered with the Maester's sister.

“She is awake my lord.”

Her head throbbed mercilessly, the voices around her sounding distant and somewhat distorted, almost as if they were being filtered through water. She wondered if she was underwater pondering whether some stream creature had claimed her in the murky depths. Uncertainty reigned as she lay disoriented and dazed, struggling to make sense of her current predicament.

Her body felt dry and uncomfortable; it was as if she had peeled off a layer of skin, revealing a new, fresh layer beneath. But in her distortion space of sleep, she found herself dreaming of peeling away and shedding skin, an endless supply of it. Like she was a serpant, or maybe- a dragon. But the dream was to hazy and every so often a blue orb filled the dream, an eye. But the space around the blue kept trembling and swaying. Even now, she couldn’t shake the sensation, as if she were still in the dream, with the itchy feeling of scales beneath her fingers.

A flask of cool water was placed to her lips. She sucked on it greedily. Her mouth was very dry. Her head hurt so badly. But she felt so warm and beneath her was something soft like a blanket of the softest sheep wool. Was she in her room in the Runestones? Was the maester nearby? Had she been hit by a large boulder? She recalled there was a loose risk in the wall near the stable heard that needed reinforcing. Why did her throat hurt so bad? She couldn’t afford to miss her class with Septa Tanisha and her best friend Myrielle. She needed to wake up soon.

Through the haze of her dreary eyes, she could see a single face.

“Is she going to be alright?” a familiar, warm, masculine, voice worried. She felt a warm hand on her cold one and shuddered at the difference in temperature, her insides felt so warm by the hand touching hers alone. She wanted to hold that hand again. It was so soft.

“The little dear shall be alright, your grace ,” an old woman’s kind voice, calmly assured, “She merely needs rest. We gave her a rather strong sedative to keep her asleep while we washed her. She’s fighting against the medicines of the  sedative though – or nightmares are coming through her sleep.”

“Nightmares?” the King replied.

“She keeps mumbling things about blood and fire and then nonsense about eggs and saddles.”

There was a warm chuckle. And then silence for a long time. She felt her body grow warmer and then a breeze would make her skin impossibly icy. She couldn’t move and when she tried to speak all she could manage were weak whimpers.

The knight’s voice, tinged with concern, reached her from a distance. “I swear, I didn’t want to harm her. I did everything I could to be gentle, sire. I promise, I would never harm such a sweet girl,” he pleaded sincerely.

In response, the king grunted, then sighed before speaking, his tone conveying a sense of trust. “I believe you, Ser. I entrust her care into your hands. Thankyou for bringing my bride back to me.”

An uncertain amount of time passed before a bright light intruded her eyelids, forcing her to scrunch her face in discomfort. The King’s soft laughter filled the room, followed by a gentle command, “Come now, Laviniya, wake up please. Avy jorrāelan.”

Another flask of water was presented to her lips, and she obediently drank the cool liquid, although she still felt filthy, caked in dirt from head to toe. The light stabbed her eyes again, pain radiating through her aching head.

A gentle old woman with kind eyes spoke to her, holding a bar of soap in her wrinkled hand. A warm smile Laviniya d her face as she carefully offered a sip of water. As she lifted her hand to her face, she noticed the thick layer of mud coating her skin from head to toe. She started to remember her panicked flight through the forest. She recalled being pursued by something, but it wasn’t a wolf or a lion. It was a man. Yes, a man had attacked her. Ser Gilbar.

Darkness took hold of her again.

She slowly regained consciousness, her head throbbing with pain, and her jaw aching intensely. Her hand instinctively rose to touch the tender skin on the side of her face. She gently pressed her fingers against the soreness, finding it tender to the touch. Taking a moment to gather herself, she carefully opened her mouth and gently cracked her jaw. The action caused a sharp bite of pain, but it also brought a small sense of relief.

“Gods,” she sighed. She was in the small inn room again, this time there were many towels and buckets around the floor and bed. Her dress that was filthy was gone, all the cracked dirt coated her arms was gone. She was clean and made new, wearing only an stain and aged nightgown.

She opened her eyes, though the effort proved taxing on her sore eyelids. Each passing moment brought more clarity as the memories of the previous night began to resurface. Awareness of her surroundings, her actions, her failed attempts, and the overwhelming sense of impending doom slowly returned to her. A chill crept through her as the weight of her defeat settled deep within her core.

The memory of attempting to follow the stream played vividly in her mind. Although she was aware that her actions could pose a threat to her people, she couldn’t bring herself to confront the king’s wrath in the confining space of the inn. Instead, she had chosen to face him as she stood safely behind the fortified walls of Runestones. She knew that she hadn’t gotten far before being captured.

Despite the knowledge that it would take over a week of walking on foot to return to her home, the thought of being free from the king’s executioner for that period of time provided a small measure of comfort. Even though she believed that she had acted responsibly, a deep sense of guilt gnawed at her. She truly hadn’t wanted to maim the King, she just wanted him to let her go and cease his torment. The pain throughout her body reminded her of her failed escape and the consequences that lay ahead.

A mix of feelings coursed through her, and she found herself questioning whether she had caused significant harm to Ser Gilbar. Almost immediately, she chided herself for even considering his well-being. The metallic taste of blood was faint now in her mouth, a gruesome reminder of when she had bitten him. Within her own denial, she lied to herself that she was glad to have hurt him. She tried to tell herself that the knight deserved to have a bite scar on his hand forever to remind him of the woman he brought back to be slaughtered by a vicious and cruel king.

As she observed her surroundings, her gaze lingered on the window at the far left of the room. It was undoubtedly the same opening the king had leaned out of the previous night, using it to taunt her with his menacing presence. With a sense of dejection, she concluded that it was too high off from the ground to jump from without killing herself or breaking a few bones. She realised eventually that her own ankles and wrists were tightly trussed and tied to the four corners of the bed posts, each limb secured by a combination of sturdy leather belts and tightly knotted rope. Consumed by fear in her helplessness, she kicked and thrashed to try to break free, but the limited space she could move in only caused her body to be pulled even more taut.

Laviniya tried not to cry in her hopelessness, but it was a great feat. Laviniya couldn’t hold back her tears as her emotions overwhelmed her. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, letting her sobs wrack her body. She wept for her Cousin Gunthor, sobbing for him to save her somehow. She cried out prayers to the gods to save her. She wanted to go home.

Eventually, however, she turned her face towards the lone window in the room, her tears continuing to fall silently. As she looked out at the blue sky and the tops of the trees, she allowed herself to become lost in the peaceful swaying of the branches in the gentle breeze. She tried not to think about the impending doom or execution for her crime. For now, she wanted just to remain in this small bubble of peace.

After an indeterminate amount of time, the door to the room creaked opened. The Kings face appeared, hard and firm like that of a disappointed father.

“Good morning, Lady Laviniya.”

“Good morning, your grace," she said meekly.

His eyes took in the sight of her, and acknowledged his own excitement influence by the fear that was rolling off her in waves. Seeing her like this was exciting, it was a powerful feeling, thick and sweet like syrup, and he couldn’t help but smile.

“You look lovelier now that you’ve been cleaned up and scrubbed of all that muck.”

“Yes, my king,” she shuddered, her voice catching slightly as she tried to keep her fear under control. “Thank you.”

She was afraid to say more, afraid to anger him further. He could see it in her eyes, in the way her body tensed and trembled as he drew closer. The king circled the bed, his gaze locked on hers. Her purple eyes were wide with fear, a testament to the power he held over her. A thrill of pleasure coursed through him as he watched her, knowing that she was powerless to resist him. He yearned for her, wanting to bathe his senses in her presence. To inhale her scent, to taste her flesh, to devour her completely.

Yet his voice was calm and almost casual as he asked, “How are you feeling?”

The question seemed to catch her off guard, her face betraying her confusion. He watched as her nose crinkled and her brow furrowed, the emotions flickering across her features like the flames of a newborn fire having oxygen breathed into it.

Her voice was so quiet that he had to lean forward to hear her clearly. “Terrified,” she breathed. “Scared.”

He smiled, enjoying the feeling of power that coursed through him at the sound of her soft admission. She was defiant, yes, but only because she had never been taught how to submit or respect a king properly...She had never known the pleasure of surrendering to him, her king.

There was something pure and untouched within her, a genuine goodness that was rare to find in this godforsaken land. It called to him, stirring a primal, possessive instinct that he could not ignore. He wanted to shield it, to protect it from the harsh realities of the world, to keep it all to himself. It would be his, and his alone.

He would build a fortress around her, a fortress with walls of solid steel and doors that only he held the keys to. No one would be able to touch her, to corrupt her innocence or extinguish her light.

The thought of the challenge ahead sent a jolt of pure excitement through him. How to mould her delicate mind, to exert his control without causing it to shatter completely? He wanted to dominate her, to make her bend to his will, but not in the same brutal way that his brother had to Helaena. He wanted to possess Laviniya, to own her, but not by breaking her spirit. No, he wanted her to surrender willingly, to give herself to him completely.

He leaned in even closer, his voice low and sultry as he spoke. “You needn’t be scared,” he assured her. “If you simply obeyed me.”

She met his gaze, her eyes darting back and forth in a futile attempt to hide her thoughts. “I’ll obey,” she promised, her voice trembling slightly. His smile widened at her hasty promise. He could see the deception in her eyes, the way they darted back and forth, giving away her true feelings. He knew full well that she was lying, but he found her attempts at dissemblance amusing and cute.

He flexed his hand, grimacing as the pain in his palm flared up again. The soothing salve applied by the maester had done little to ease the throbbing, and he could hardly wait to make her suffer for it. But he had to bide his time, patience being the key to all things. He would have to wait, but the punishment he would inflict on her would be all the sweeter for the delay.

He took a deep breath, trying to push aside the tantalizing images that were racing through his mind. The thought of her, bent over a table in his chambers in King’s Landing, her dress up around her waist, her bottom red from his hand...it was almost too much to bear. He loved fucking a woman after a good thrashing. He had to remain in control, no matter how much he wanted to give in to his desires. There would be time for that later.

His gaze roamed over her body, taking in every inch of her soft, enticing curves. Her creamy inner thighs, her blushing face, her tousled hair. She really was the perfect creature, a masterpiece in human form. He could see her growing restless under his scrutiny, her discomfort making her shift and shiver. Finally, she broke the silence, her voice a soft whisper as she vowed, “I promise.”

He paused beside the bed, holding his injured hand up for her to see. He could see the shock and guilt written all over her face, her lips parted in a silent gasp as realization of what she had done hit her.

“Oh, I don’t know,” He chuckled, seeing the surprise and fear written so clearly on her face, “You promised not to throw wine in my face if I did not tie you up and gag you, and yet here we are- a cut hand and you back to being tied up... So please forgive me when I say that I’m not convinced you’re telling the truth right now.”

They were frozen in place, each looking deeply into the other’s eyes. There was a charged tension between them, the air thick with emotions and unspoken truths. For the first time since they had met, they were both completely honest with each other. No more lies, no more games, no more denials. The moment felt like an eternity as they stood there, their gazes locked together, the only sound the slow, steady beat of their own heartbeats. All pretence and subtlety had been stripped away in an instant, replaced by pure, unfiltered honesty. She could see the stark reality of her situation, the power he held over her. He was her captor, her master and King now, and there was no denying it. For a moment, it felt like he was seeing her for the very first time, his gaze searching her eyes intently, taking in every detail of her being.

She wet her bottom lip, nervously.

“You forget,” she reminded him, Her voice was soft and shaky as she spoke, but there was a hint of challenge in her tone, “that you still owe me two truths about yourself that no one else knows... If you want honesty from me, my king, you shouldn’t have thrown away your advantage in cyvasse so frivolously.”

He couldn’t help but let out a warm, deep laugh as her words sunk in. His eye still locked on hers, a smile spreading across his face at the unexpected boldness of her words. She had the audacity to challenge him, after everything that had passed between them. It was both ridiculous and admirable, and he found himself totally drawn to her spirit.

He leaned in closer, his eyes narrowed as he replied, “Ah, my little lavender lamb, you are entertaining. That is partially true,” he continued, a sly smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “I did tell you about why I killed my brother, but that was only one truth. I promised you two, did I not?”

He fixated on her breasts beneath her thin shift. The room felt chilled, the air cool against his skin. The nipples appeared, small and hard, sat beneath the material of the, beckoning him. His mouth salivated at the thought of tasting them, and he pondered what her skin would taste like admits sweat covered sex. Deep down, he longed for the sensation of the hardened teats against his tongue, their sweet taste hopefully remaining when they would swell up with  milk for his children.

He kissed her forehead.

Her face flushed. 

“Something true about me that none knows but me-” he paused, “As a boy, after my eye had been carved out, I used to keep a dagger under my pillow, because I feared my brother or my nephew’s would try to kill me in my own sleep. It is a habit that surprisingly almost became my downfall when you decided to fight me.”

“I have no intention of fighting you anymore,” she asserted, her voice laced with sincerity. “Please, give me another opportunity. Untie me, and I’ll prove to you that I’ll do as you desire. I will go with you without fight and serve you without complaint.”

The king’s interest was piqued, his gaze unwavering. “Hmm, you’ll do as I want?” he repeated, his voice a mixture of scepticism and intrigue.

“Yes, your grace,” the young woman replied, her voice tinged with a hint of desperation. “I’ll do whatever you ask, I promise, sire, I’ll-....I’ll-.”

The king chuckled at her fumbling words. “Be sweet, submissive, and loving, is that right?” he prompted.

A tear left her eyes as she swallowed hard, she shuddered with a forced smile, “Yes, I will be all those things,” she agreed, her voice filled with purposeful hope. “I may not know what you expect, but I am willing to learn. Teach me, your grace, and I will do my best to please you.”

Aemond’s gaze drifted downwards, a sly little smirk playing upon his lips. The expression lasted but a moment, replaced almost instantly by a thoughtful frown. He slowly withdrew his hand from his pocket, the gesture subtle yet deliberate. Sensing an opportunity to speak, the young woman opened her mouth, but her words caught in her throat as her eyes instinctively followed the path of Aemond’s hand.

He lifted to the light, a dagger.

He gently touched the blade to his finger and rotated it slowly. She grew paler as she fixated on the blade. She froze, processing the sight before her as all the thoughts races through her mind.

Aemond paused, his brow furrowing in mock concern. He continued to slowly twirl the knife in his hand before addressing her directly.

“Is something troubling you, Laviniya?” he inquired, his voice cool and controlled. “Or are you trying to sweet talk to me, as you’re so fond of doing?”

Sweet talk? She hadn’t sweet talked to him? That was all he had ever done to her since they’d met along with his manipulation and cruelty. Nonetheless his words were a subtle warning, his tone making it clear that he wouldn't fall for her schemes again.

“I guess you don’t love your beautiful fingers as much as I thought you had? Maybe if I cut something far more precious it would solidify the reality of my tolerance? Maybe your nose? Or one of your pretty purple eyes. I envy them you know, you carry true Valyrian genes and hold little appreciation for their beauty...maybe I should send them to your Cousins in the Runestones to remind them I am always watching out for rebels.”

 As her mind connected the dots, a look of sheer terror washed over her face. Her breath caught in her throat, and her eyes filled with tears.

“Forgive me, your grace,” she pleaded in a shaky whisper. “I’m sorry – I’m sorry.” Her voice quivered as tears streamed down her cheeks, trickling down her temples and seeping into her hair.

He looked up at her, soaking up her sorrowful face, and posed a simple question, “What are you apologizing for?”

Without breaking eye contact, he twirled the dagger against his finger pad, letting the prick enter his skin, and the hot bite of blood rose up the surface of his skin, gliding down his fingertip.

She struggled to maintain her composure, her voice cracking as she spoke. “I’m truly sorry for cutting you, hurting you,” she choked out, her body wracked with tremors of fear. “Please believe me, it was not my intent. I never wanted to cause you harm. I wasn’t thinking. It was just on the bed and I just wanted you to release me and let me go home!”

Her eyes brimmed with tears as she looked up at him, wailing out her pleas for his forgiveness. He lowered his weapon, his stern expression softening as he took in her quivering form.

He yearned to see what her blood would look like, pressing the tip of the blade into the skin of her soft thigh. The tip of the dagger wiggled a little dent on the pale flesh like a dimple of the face. She started to cry, terrified of the prick potentially piercing her flesh.

“Are you going to kill me?” she sniffled. His eye glanced up  from the pink knife made dimple back to her scrunched up face. “I know I am to die for treason sire, but I want to know if it will be you or one of your knights as my executioner.”

He studied her reaction.

His gaze fixated on her as he gently pressed the blade flat against her skin, a grim fascination in his eyes. She twisted her head towards him, her amethyst eyes wide and brimmed with tears, now red and puffy from crying.

Her lip wobbled and she sniffled, “Please don’t give up on me just yet, Your grace. Please. I will be good, I swear it. Please.”

Her eyes met his, silently begging him to stop.

 She let out a deep sigh, her despair palpable. It was almost laughable how perfectly she played her part. The presence of the knife had obviously brought out some legitimate emotions in her, but she knew exactly what he wanted to hear. He couldn’t help but smile slightly as he watched her, his lip twitching with a blend of astonishment and enjoyment.

“Why must everyone forsake me?” she sobbed, her voice filled with bitter despair. He let her weep a few moments longer, amused by her manipulative tactics.

“My cousins will not rescue me...my own father rejected me, and my mother abandoned me in death. I am tired of feeling unloved and unwanted.”

Her breathing hitched as she spoke, her voice trembling with vulnerability. “You don’t even want me,” she whispered, her eyes looked away and squeezed as she braced for his torture..

His eye widened in surprise, his eyebrows furrowing as a smirk still played on his lips. “Is that so? And yet, I went to all this trouble to kidnap you. I suppose I was mistaken—are you not Laviniya Targaryen, daughter of Daemon Targaryen, the traitor?”

She swallowed hard, struggling against the bonds that held her wrists to the bed. Frustration and anger boiled within her as she tried to speak through clenched teeth, but her words came out as a frustrated whimper instead. “Exactly,” she spat, her voice laced with bitterness.

“You don’t want me, not really. You want me because of my name, my bloodline, but not me. Not just me. No one has ever truly wanted me, just for who I am!”

He let her yell and scream. He  looked down at his own lap and waited for her to stop crying and thrashing. When she had calmed her wild self down, he brushed her hair away from her face. His eye fluttered shut.

Aemond’s tone hardened as he asked the question, his eye narrowing slightly, “Do you want to survive this, Lavinyia?”

His words hung in the air like a thick, heavy fog, and the weight of them was unbearable. This was no ordinary question, it was a test of her will, a challenge to her very existence. The axe or the hangman’s rope were not distant threats in this moment, they were very real possibilities.

“Yes,” she said with a wobbly lip.

“I could pardon this treason and allow you to live Laviniya,” he stated clearly, “But this was a heavy crime, this is something that is worthy of death or being sent to the Wall if you were a man. But as you are not a man. I am at a stand still as to what I shall do with you. Despite your violent appetite, I still have use of you, and therefore I ask that you prove to me you’re ready to learn,” he said. “I cannot teach if you do not want to learn. And I believe firmly that you have the potential of a queen. I said so last night and this upset you into a spiralling event that left me with a scarring wound. So I ask for your survivals sake, are you ready to learn, ready to obey me?”

With a weary sigh, she finally spoke, her voice a strained whisper. “I’m ready, I’m ready to learn. I...I’m just so tired of being abandoned sire.”

He watched her, hearing the raw truth in her words, the confession that she ached to know something he alone could teach her. For a moment, his own isolation echoed in the silence between them, but he pushed the thought away.

“Then prove it,” he said brusquely, his gaze firmly fixed on her face.

As his fingertips grazed her cheek, Aemond felt the cool, dampness of her skin beneath the pulsating heat of his injury. She responded to his touch, pressing her face against him, her lips finding their way to the sutured skin with a gentle, contrite kiss.

“I’m sorry,” she repeated, her voice a low, sincere whisper, filled with remorse and willing submissiom.

Aemond sat down on the bed, leaning over her with an intense gaze. He gently wiped away the tears that streamed down her face, his touch surprisingly tender.

“Will you run from me again, Laviniya?” he asked gently, his voice soft but firm.

She took a trembling breath before answering, her voice barely above a whisper.

“No,” she said, meeting his eye with a fierce intention. “I won’t run.”

Aemond’s gaze was firm as he held her chin in his hand, his fingers holding her in place. His eye travelled over her features, taking in the way he lilac eyes glimmered with tears, the soft blush of colour on her cheeks, and the way her hair splayed out in a halo around her head.

“Will you be a good girl?” he asked, his voice a deep, authoritative rumble.

She looked up at him, her eyes wide and brimming with unshed tears. “Yes, Your Grace,” she whispered, her tone obedient and submissive.

Aemond’s blue eye narrowed as he studied her, his voice low and suspicious. “Are you lying to me?”

She answered immediately, her words coming out in a breathless rush. “No.”

He watched her carefully, his face guarded. “Are you trying to trick me, Laviniya? If I release you from your binds and you try to harm me, Ser Raynard has been commanded to cut your head from your shoulders.”

She shook her head quickly, her eyes widening with a mixture of fear and honesty. She did not wish the end to come so soon.

“I’m ready to obey and serve you,” she whimpered. She knew she was lying through her teeth in ways, but she hoped that her words would convince him. Aemond noticed the deception in her eyes, but he still smiled, giving a slow nod in response. He reached for her restraints, his expression sadistic and uncompromising.

“Very well then, I will untie you” he said gruffly. “We leave for the Red Keep today, and because I am most merciful, you will be inside the carriage and not be dragged behind it. If you attempt to run away again Laviniya, I will not hesitate to drag you all the way to the red keep by your hair alone. Do you understand?”

“Yes, my King.” She continued to whimper, “I understand.”

Aemond set the dagger beside the expanse of her pale thigh before reaching up to untie the leather restraint wrapped around her right wrist. It was the same weapon she had wielded when she sliced him open, the one she had dropped during her struggle with Ser Gilbar. But her memory was fuzzy, and she couldn’t recall what had become of it after that.

She could practically feel the cold steel of the knife against her bare skin, a threatening reminder that she was completely at his mercy. There was no escape, no way to break free. This man, this dangerous, unhinged, violent man held her life in his hand, and there was no way to change that.

With a sinking feeling, she knew that even if she could somehow grab the knife and drive it into his throat, it would be a futile effort. Aemond had been right all along – if she killed him but failed to escape, her fate would be sealed. And there were indeed fates worse than death that awaited her if she was captured, or if the guards outside discovered the truth behind the King’s death.

Aemond carefully released her other hand from the leather restraint, lowering it slowly down to her side. She didn’t dare reach for the dagger, he smirked. He untied her left wrist.

 Her eyes widened slightly as he lifted her wrist up to his mouth, his lips brushing against the delicate skin with a feathers touch. Aemond placed a warm, gentle kiss on the sensitive spot where her pulse fluttered, then inhaled deeply, his breath warm on her wrist. He placed her hand at her side once more, and she lay still, barely daring to breathe.

She knew she had to be careful and play the pieces of this board right. She needed to convince him that she was truly submissive, that she would yield to his will and obey his every command. Aemond was too astute to fall for a sudden declaration of worshiping love and devotion. She had to be both convincing and subtle, finding the right balance between feigned obedience and genuine vulnerability.

She knew that Aemond’s ego and arrogance were his weaknesses. The fact that he was untying her bonds meant that he believed he had control over her, that she was no longer a threat. So she decided to appeal to his ego, to play the part of the scared, sad, tired girl who was willing to obey him, even to eventually come to love him. It was a dangerous game, but she had no other options left.

Laviniya resigned herself to the reality of her situation. Even if it meant spending endless nights, weeks, months, or even years in Aemond’s bed, she knew that eventually, an opportunity to escape would arise. But in order to seize that chance, she would have to be absolutely perfect. She would have to play her part flawlessly.

She knew that she could not afford to overthink or worry about the future right now. Her immediate priority was to focus on the man in front of her, the man who was even now untying the bonds holding her ankles. Nothing else mattered in this moment but convincing him that she was willing to submit herself to his will.

As Aemond’s fingers glided over her calf, the heat radiating from his fingertips sending tingles across her skin. She couldn’t help but glance down at the knife on her thigh, the cool, steely blade a stark contrast to the searing touch of his fingers. The great difference between the two sensations sent a shiver down her spine and caused goosebumps to ripple over her flesh.

Aemond smiled down at her, his lips pressing against the delicate skin of her ankle in a gesture that was both tender and possessive. His hand traced the contour of her foot before he lowered it back to the bed, the touch sending a wave of tremors through her. Despite her attempt to maintain control, her body betrayed her inner turmoil, trembling beneath his touch.

Aemond carefully untied the final restraint on her ankle, then stood beside her, watching her with a strange fascination. She remained motionless, lying flat in the position he had placed her. Unbidden, a single tear trickled down her temple and into her ear. He paused, then leaned down and tenderly brushed away the tear with of his smooth knuckle. She stared at his stitches, a big, black, ugly ladder that climbed up his palm to his wrist. She did that.

Aemond’s callused fingers reached out and took the knife from her thigh, he moved the weapon safely away from her. He held it for a moment, observing its weight and sharpness before setting it down beside him. Then, with surprising tenderness, his thumbs moved upwards, slowly pushing up the fabric of the yellowed chemise that she wore. The movement was intimate and deliberate, as if he was uncovering a prize he had been waiting to claim.

Her eyes widened in alarm as he began to push up the fabric of the chemise, her body instinctively moving to stop him. Without thinking, she reached out and grasped his uninjured wrist, her fingers clenching around it in a desperate attempt to halt his movements.

Aemond's frown deepened as he felt the pressure of her hand around his wrist. He gave her a stern look, his voice firm and demanding. "Laviniya, release my hand," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. "This is your punishment, face it now so we can find peace. Prove to me that all the words you said before had honest meaning and were not just conjured nonsense.”

Laviniya’s hand trembled slightly as she obeyed Aemond’s command, her fingers slowly releasing his wrist from their grip. She swallowed hard, her heart hammering in her chest as she wondered what further punishment he had in store for her.

Although she couldn’t understand why he was punishing her, particularly after the knife show and implied threats he had shared earlier, she knew better than to question him now.

“Lay back down,” he softly commanded, “lay your head against the pillows. This shan’t take too long.”

As she lay there, her body rigid and taut with tension, a few silent tears brimmed in the corner of Laviniya’s eyes. She couldn’t bring herself to look at Aemond, and instead fixed her gaze on the ceiling above. She did her best to distract herself from the present moment, to think of anything other than what the king might be doing to her.

Despite her best efforts, her mind kept creeping back to the possibilities, the uncertainty adding a layer of anxiety to her already tumultuous emotions.

She could feel the chemise being lifted gently past her hips, the fabric slowly revealing her to Aemond’s gaze. He was silent for a moment, taking in the sight of her. Aemond’s single eye roamed over the expanse of pale skin, his breath catching at the sight of the thin patch of white wool that covered her most intimate of parts.

It seemed like an eternity before he spoke, his voice a low, guttural groan. “I have not seen such pale hair on a woman in many years.”

Her intimate area was as Aemond would describe, perfect. It was untouched, it would be for him. She looked like a peach, with a windowing slit of her lips poking through to greet him...and his mouth. Towards the top of her blush red lips was the peeking pearl of his lusts desire.

“My, what a pretty pussy you have Laviniya. Had I known sooner this is what shared my bed, I perhaps would have dishonoured your virtue for good.”

As Laviniya lay there, her body exposed to Aemond’s view, she couldn’t help but sniffle and nod in response to his words. It wasn’t so much a sign of agreement or approval, but rather an acknowledgement that she had heard him speaking.

Her breaths came in short, shaky huffs as she waited for him to continue, her body tense and anxious in anticipation of the king’s next move.

“Will you please hold the backs of your thighs for me please?” he asked, his eyes gleamed and his mouth watered.

He did not demand it of her in that arrogant tone he so often used, rather he asked politely – or as politely as could be expected under the circumstances.

Her body trembled slightly as she brought her trembling hands down to her thighs, her fingers grasping the back of her legs. She did as he requested, but her eyes remained fixed on the ceiling, refusing to look at the man who now had complete control over her.

Aemond’s smile spread across his face as he studied her, his eye tracing over every detail of her perfect form. He let out a sigh of admiration, then spoke once more, his voice both firm and commanding.

 “Truly perfect,” he repeated, a hint of satisfaction in his tone. He paused for a moment, his gaze fixed on her face. “Now, you must promise me that you will hold completely still as I punish you. Otherwise, the consequences that follow will be far more unpleasant. Do you understand, Laviniya?”

“Y-yes,” she quivered, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Aemond was not satisfied, “Yes, what?” he hummed, “Who is speaking to you?”

Laviniya paused, her mind racing for the correct answer. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she could feel a bead of sweat forming at her temple.

“Ñuha dārys kessa,” yes my king, she gulped.

Aemond’s eye widened in surprise as he heard her respond in Valyrian, his lips parting in a slight gasp. “Oh, you clever little thing you,” he praised, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “And you got the structure of the sentence correct, too.”

Leaning down, Aemond pressed a hot kiss to the soft skin of her thigh, his lips lingering there for a moment before he added, “All I want to hear is you to say that. You may not be bright, but you are immensely clever, my lavender lamb.”

His face was so close that she could feel his hot, even breaths fanning over her clit and lips, the sensation causing a small, involuntary twitch of her body and a loud hitch of her breath.

As she jerked back slightly, Aemond chuckled, his voice low and dark. “So sensitive,” he murmured, “and I’ve barely started.”

Aemond moved without warning, his mouth descending upon her suddenly. His tongue, large and flat, lapped at her with a gentle but firm touch. The feeling of it was both unexpected and intense, forcing a outcry of wordless noise from her mouth. Her eyes blew up wide and looked down to watch as he lavished her cunt like the sweetest desert.

He glided the tip of his tongue from her tiny puckering back entrance all the way up her crimson slit to the tip of her clit before wrapping his lips around the pearl and sucking it hard. His hands spread her thighs further apart and thumbs spread her lips wide so he could continue licking and sucking away at every possible crevice of her cunt.

As Aemond’s tongue worked its magic, Laviniya’s eyes rolled back in her head, unable to keep them open as the sensations overwhelmed her. Her mouth, too, lost the ability to stay quiet, and she found herself panting and gasping for air.

Her pleas and words, usually so measured and composed, turned into a jumbled mess of confusion and incoherence as Aemond continued his relentless assault. She was no longer his fiancée, no longer the untouchable fair lady. She was nothing more than a quivering mass of sensations, entirely his moaning lavender lamb.

Who would have thought that a single act of defiance could lead to such a strange and unexpected turn of events?

Laviniya had never imagined that after slicing up the king’s hand, she would be rewarded with such new and forbidden pleasures. She had expected retribution and punishment, not this whirlwind of sensations and emotions that Aemond was unleashing upon her.

The lewd suckling noises he made had her whole body shaking in delight and fear.

In that moment, Laviniya lost all pretense of control. Her self-restraint vanished, and she reached down, her trembling hands finding Aemond’s head and tangling in his soft, silvery hair. Her fingers brushed through the strands, and she gripped them tightly, tugging him closer into her with a needy grunt.

Aemond’s eye gazed up at Laviniya intensely. It could almost be mistaken for a glare, his single eye boring into her with heat and frustration. The interruption had been unexpected, and he had been the victim of her hand tugging his hair.

As soon as she realized what she had done, she quickly released his hair and pulled her trembling hand back, her eyes filling with tears.

“Ñuha dārys,” My King, her words a whining plea. “Forgive me, please,” she begged, her voice thick with pleading and remorse.

Aemond shook his head, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips as he gently took her trembling hand and placed it back on his head.

With tentative movements, she experimentally closed her fingers around the roots of his hair again. She lightly tugged on them, urging his glistening lips closer to her clit. There was fear and anticipation coursing through her entire body.

This time, Aemond’s mouth latched on once more, his tongue resuming its pleasuring pace. Laviniya choked on the pleasure that coursed through her. As he groaned it sent a rush of deep, shuddering vibrations through her core and up her entire spine. She felt an intense desire to be closer to him, wanting nothing more than to sink deeper into this overwhelming sea of sensation.

She got her wish as the tip of his tongue wiggled it’s way inside of her.

Even as her mind attempted to grapple with the reality of the situation, a nagging doubt crept in. Was this truly a punishment, or just a delightful dream? If it was a dream, it was a happy one, that’s for certain. As Aemond continued his relentless assault, the memory of their hatred began to fade, replaced by the intoxicating pull of pleasure.

As Aemond continued his relentless assault, her broken heart seemed to slowly stitch together, piece by piece. This man, a stranger mere days ago, made her pant and writhe beneath him, filling her with a perverse sense of devotion. The feeling of being small, vulnerable, and protected was alien to her, yet it didn’t fill her with fear. She found herself feeling oddly safe and cared for, and a part of her welcomed this change.

She felt his nose press against her clit, and she choked as her lower body buzzed.

She whimpered, feeling something she had never felt before take over. Her body felt like it was rising off the mattress and her hands left his head to grab the blankets around her as she thrusted her hips forward to chance that burning ecstasy...

Such things were short lived as Aemond launched himself back and away. Laviniya’s body shivered violently, a cry of confused anguish escaping her lips. The abrupt departure left her feeling bereft, her body still humming with the memory of the sensations he had wrought upon her.

Aemond’s laughter echoed in her ears, cruelly interrupting the delicate balance of the moment.

His chin was drenched in her wetness.

He had halted the extraordinary surge of ecstasy that had been on the brink of cascading within her, leaving her feeling incomplete and unable to suppress the tingling, maddening sensation now that he had ceased.

Her eyes fluttered hazily in search of her bearings, her fingers feeling sore and her insides swollen.

Her eyebrows were drawn together, and it took a few moments of his amused laughter at her hopelessness before she grasped the nature of this punishment fully. With faltering strength, she awkwardly pushed the chemise down her thighs, shamefully averting her gaze as the king kept up his mocking chuckles.

“Sweet Lavander Lamb, what’s wrong?” he teased, giggling, “You look so forlorn. I did warn that if you didn't hold still, the consequences would be unpleasant and you moved quite a fair bit... I’ll let you finish when you start to behave like a good girl.”“

Avy jorrāelan!” she snapped. With a huff, she whipped around and hid her tears, pulling her knees up to her chest. Her reaction prompted an even louder bark of laughter from him.

The door of the room knocked.

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[aspiring-artist-em]

get to know better tag

thank you @achilleslikespeas!! you're so so amazing omg- anyhoo

three ships: wolfstar, ineffable husbands (someone pls talk to me about good omens I literally can NOT rn), drarry

first ship: drarry, it’s a tried and true ship for me, ive been shipping it since I was like, a child  (literally flashback to me at like, 7 years old telling my mom that harry and Draco should get over each other and buy a castle and live together forever as a happy couple (parents were not happy that their daughter was saying this (they were homophobic( (im now gay and still shipping it so suck it, ig)))

last song: I would love to lie and say its something cool like “killer queen” or “lady stardust” bc I listen to those a lot, but once again, I would be lying and my actual last song that I listened to was “no hands (ft. Roscoe dash and wale)”, yk, the frat party song, I like to play it while writing angst

last movie: Harry Potter? idk what one, I like to put the tv on while I do stuff like budget money and write fanfic and draw, so honestly idk, it was probably the chamber of secrets, that and poa are my all time favs 

currently reading: ur mom LMAO (im so sorry) no, what im reading is smut, and also like, a good omens fic about Crowley’s fall (witness the fall) bc im trying to forget about season 2′s ending. im also reading away childish things (again) bc like, that's one of my fav drarry fics of all time. if we’re talking about marauders fics, it was probably her body is a temple down in the frozen food aisle  by achilleslikespeas, both for my emotional masochistic enjoyment and bc I wanted to draw a scene in the story (go read it now pls, its really good, Claude is really good a writing and im freaking out bc I wanna draw a scene from every single one of their fics I- like go-to horror dead dove fics for me I reccomend Claude and for smut I go to moonie), if we’re talking books books, Ive been reading yellowface and I am a cat which so far, are really really good, but also like, im really bad at reading so like, I haven't actually touched them in a week LMAO

currently watching: good omens, its playing on my tv in the background both because I love it and also because Neil said if u stream it enough amazon will see how valuable it is (with the strike and everything) and like, actually be willing to negotiate, essentially, help out the strike, go watch gay celestial beings 

last thing i wrote: 'Til Death Do Us Part, and Even Then, I'll Do My Best to Stay With You, its a dead dove fic centering around grief and denial, uh, 2 chapters in lol

currently writing: I have like, a million wips and no motivation to write rn so lets dive into them lol

1) chapter 3 of do death do us part, very sad, like, maybe 3 sentences in?

2) the next part of my lesbian wolf star series, its the one right before the trail one, so like, part 10 is gonna be another chapter centering more around Sirius’s memories and part 11 is gonna be the trial, I have like, 2 separate things ive written for it and I need to decide where I want it to go tbh

3) smut, gay wolf star, frat hazing blow or blow smut. sirius is on his knees and almost throws up but he doesn't and its lowkey like actually non con but its also frat hazing, like, idk how to explain the vibes but sirius is referred to as a dog and a filthy animal and degraded and he's sucking remus’s dick on coke and im like 2k words in and like, running out of ways to describe a cock lol (its also hard to bc like, I don't have a dick and my textbooks are no help sometimes) but he is also called the “pike puppy” and like, I think im smart for that and also its really filthy ngl, not a happy ending?

4) a short fluff fic to make up for the angst I put my readers through, im like 200 words in

5) au kinda thing, inspired by don't worry darling and like a TikTok that I saw (and now people are commenting on me commenting if I can write the idea and asking for the fic name and like, Im 500 words in? pls I need time), the idea is that Dumbledore has everyone under imperio or a potion to get them on his side to fight for him, lily’s pov, I really like it so far, uhh im like 500 words in I think?

so yeah, when I get inspiration im gonna write everything all at once lol, probably when my body isn't trying to kill me lmao or im at work

tagging: @spookymoonie @pinklume @wxlfstxrisbest @spindrifters @siriuslystargazing @siriusly-sapphic @green-lights-33

[alivehouse]

(While sending this ask I've accidentally found out what cool wallpapers (literally) you have on your desktop blog theme.)

Well, good day, my dearest horror podcast Virgil,

I, surprisingly to myself, actually finished "I am in Eskew" and enjoyed it quite a bit (which, I guess, could have been deduced by how much I spammed in the tag) even more surprisingly, considering I'm absolutely not a horror person - I substitute horror movies with their wikipedia retellings. Unironically.

Anyway, firstly, thank you! I definitely would have never discovered it without your recommendations!

Secondly, maybe you have something else like that stashed up your sleeve? I definitely need some time to recuperate, but I would like to explore more cool podcasts. (The only two limitations: short-ish - not much longer than this one, the view of a hundred+ episodes scares me; not gorier than this one/no actual jump scares - again, I'm a scardicat.) I remember you talking about "Mabel Podcast" and at the first glance it seems neat, but I'd like to hear your comments on it first.

Thanks in advance. :)

(thank you! its a william morris thing i edited a little lol) glad you liked eskew! its been fun seeing your thoughts on it popping up in the tag, not spammy at all.

i do want to mention that the creator of eskew also has another podcast called The Silt Verses, personally i havent listened to it for weird brain reasons so not sure how well it fits your criteria but ive heard its also very good

mabel podcast is another favorite! the creators of mabel and the creator of i am in eskew were both inspired by shirley jackson's the haunting of hill house to an extent iirc, so even though the stories are very different some elements of them have a similar 'feel' to them imo. i will say that mabel is very different stylistically though (especially the earlier episodes) which in my experience people seem to either love or hate. whereas in eskew you get a pretty continuous narration from david or riyo, in mabel youre mostly listening in on a series of somewhat disjointed voicemail messages. id definitely recommend at least giving the first few episodes a go, dont get discouraged if you dont feel like you dont understand whats happening right away. all you really need to know about the story going in is that youre following Anna, whos a live-in carer for an old woman named Sally. Anna is trying to contact Sallys next of kin (the titular Mabel), but shes strangely out of reach.

ok i know you said youre not a huge horror person but if you ever are feeling a little more daring id suggest trying out The White Vault. theres a small amount of gore (descriptions of finding hearts and teeth) and some uh. wet ripping sounds in it but its really not that bad all things considered, just know that it is straight horror though. its a found footage podcast that follows a group of people whove been hired to check out a remote outpost in northern norway thats gone dead, but a storm leaves them stranded there, and as time goes on it becomes clear that they arent exactly alone. this ones a little longer i think, but tbh ive only listened to the first two seasons, it felt like a natural place for the story to end to me

and then on the complete opposite side of the spooky podcast spectrum, if you want something thats a ghost story but really not horror at all imo, i just finished listening to Midnight Radio a few weeks back. this ones *really* short, like 10 episodes that are ~20 minutes each short, so its definitely lower commitment. in this one youre listening in on a radio show hosted by Sibyl, who died decades earlier but can still be heard waxing poetic about her hometown in the dead of night.

ok LAST ONE havent finished it so wasnt sure if i should rec it but a lot of people on my dash hype up Archive 81 so i thought id mention it at least. guy is hired to listen through a bunch of creepy tapes in some archive out in the middle of no where. classic horror podcast stuff. similar to eskew in that it pivots from mostly being mostly anthology into an overarching plot as you go on

[chiefwritesbook]

Writeblr Q&A

I have been tagged by @scifimagpie (ty for tag) so I shall attempt to answer these questions lezzgo

1. What motivates you to write?

The soup brain has too many thoughts & I have to get them out. Also spite because my asshole 8th grade English teacher said my writing assignment was only worth a C (he was the ONLY one btw I got consistently vv high grades before him) & my Chinese immigrant friend got marked down for not being good at English. Fuck you Mr English teacher

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

(idk have this one from early chapter 2 I guess)

“You mean to say that I was bait,” Talin said.

“Not the word I would use, but in a way, yes,” Red Wolf confessed.

“Why?”

“You have been on the throne for less than a year. If someone wants you dead this quickly, something is amiss. I’d like to find out what.”

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

My boy Red Wolf. He's just...yes. Autistic werewolf puppy. Could definitely kill me without hesitation or talk me to death with weapons knowledge. I would thank him if he punched me.

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

I like not writing.

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Worldbuilding, no doubt. I am simultaneously the best and worst at worldbuilding. You want a 2000-word essay on how languages & regional dialects evolved over time? I gotchu covered no problem. Want me to stop elaborating on how Hellhound magic is linked to the moon & actually write my sequels? Absolutely not.

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

I think the writeblr community is chill. Like y'all are just here for a good time and I can 100% respect that & get behind it. I get to write unhinged answers to these questions & not feel bad about it bc I don't have to self-impose ridiculous societal concepts such as 'maintain a professional image on social media'.

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

Scrivener? Am I allowed to say Scrivener even though I use at most like 2% of their features. I am the kind of person who if given nothing but a notes app & a two-hour uni class to sit through will hammer out a full chapter in those two hours instead of paying any attention to class. On the other hand if you want me to actually write during my free time I'm sorry I'm too busy procrastinating writing with art & procrastinating art with gaming.

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

This is not a wise question to ask me (see: question 5) unless the goal was to make me sit here for ten minutes typing out an entire essay's worth of worldbuilding word vomit, in which case well played. However for the sake of my own free time & sanity:

The legal system in Kies Tor is probably the single greatest thing I've ever constructed & it plays a crucial part in the plot & was built off the early British/European court system as well as my own special interests in law & criminology. In short it's trying its best but it's also deeply fucked up and I love making the fucked up parts fuck up my characters.

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

Don't feel pressured to write. If you're staring at the same thing for weeks/months on end of course it's gonna get stale. Heck this Q&A post is the most I've written in weeks.

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters:

@witch-king-of-angstmar ofc (no pressure to answer tho) but other than that I never know who to tag. I have social anxiety what is an interacting. If you see this on your dash consider yourself tagged

[mencnfire]

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send  me  🍒  +  a  url  and  i  will  write  some  positivity  for  them.

@omniterror

(( ay YOOOOOOOOOO, toki just up in here dropping all the urls like it's going out of fashion. i admire that degree of kindness so much it makes my heart feel all warm (cause usually its all shrivelled up and cold owo)

what can i say about omniterror aside from hot diggity damn.

admittedly, we haven't been mutuals for a super long time so i can't give you an extreme lowdown on how incredible brandy is BUT i am so far SO enjoying what i am seeing! for one ( and i said this to her ) when i checked out that muse list, my brain was doing backflips. like, holy shit, that is a cool selection of muses. i think anybody who can love ash the same way i feel about him is an instant 10 in my book ( honestly, the evil dead films are some of the best horror flicks out there and giving them love is just MWAH ).

and then the other muses? the selection of re muses including characters from SURVIVOR ? BRUH, yes. *urgh* give me it ALL.

i think what really makes it all special is that from what i've seen simply on my dash & going through brandy's blog is that these characters are done justice. there's a real passion and care that's put into every single one and i love the fact that she can just effortlessly switch between one muse to another. there's no jarring crossover, no awkwardness - she just does it! & as someone new to a multi, i find that so impressive and so awesome.

ooc-wise! the chats we've had have been pleasant and lovely - im really excited to write with her & get to know her more ( mebbe send a few lil shitposts her way & hound her about survivor some more cause look, i like that game okay lolrip ). overall, seems a good bean in my book and im very happy be acquainted with her! c: ))

[eddathegreat]

I read web serials, so there's a lot of these questions that would be boring for me to answer. I will be excluding some comics that I think stretch the definition of 'book' and not others, based solely on vibes.

1) 16

2) Sort of? I reread a little bit of Pale Lights because I needed to remind myself what had happened since I had put it down before.

3) Claw, The Wandering Inn, Forge of Destiny, Pale Lights, Love Everlasting

4) Darcy Coates wrote Hunted, and I liked it enough that I am inclined to read more of her stuff.

5) Progression fantasy, though that's a broad umbrella.

6) I kept on meaning to finish up Love Everlasting, but the cost for the full volumes is just enough to make me flinch.

9) I was already reading Beware of Chicken, but having started Forge of Destiny I can say have now properly gotten 'into' xianxia.

10) Claw, hands down. Pale will remain my favorite, but I think Claw might be wildbow's best work.

11) Forge of Destiny had been going on for over five years and I am still catching up, devouring chapters like nothing else.

12) Peculiar Soul has a fascinating premise, setting, and hook, and proceeds to write the potentially fascinating main character as the most boring fucker alive who goes through a very rote and tiresome story. The Adventurer's Academy has a great setup, but I found it bafflingly inconsistent in its storytelling and it had jarring timeskips. There is another I shall not name. The standout was The Promise, the Avatar comic, which I went into with high hopes that were immediately dashed. I choose to blame this comic for the worse decisions made in Legend of Korra.

17) Pale Lights was interesting because upon my second try reading it, I enjoyed it a heck of a lot more, and I even found myself enjoying Angie's pov, which had been a major factor in me dropping it the first time. Love Everlasting was something I figured I was going to like going in, but I liked it even more, something about the art style grabbed me in a way that comics can't usually manage.

20) Probably Claw, again. Not only did it meet my expectations, it blew them out of the water.

21) Heard about the official NaNoWriMo going pro-AI. That was kind of it.

22) If I look at how many words I've read of each book, it's probably either The Wandering Inn or Forge of Destiny, upwards of a million words I've read of each in this past year.

24) There were a few. There were the ones that disappointed me. There were also a couple that just couldn't sustain my attention.

25) I'm hoping to catch up on Forge of Destiny and Pale Lights, and I'll be keeping up with Seek and The Wandering Inn, and hopefully Dead Eye. Probably Beware of Chicken, too, though I remain lukewarm to the series. I want to spend the money on hard copies for all the volumes of Love Everlasting. I also want at some point to finish the last two chapters of the book which shall not be named, just so I can have a negative opinion about the full and complete story. I might go and read more of Darcy Coates. I kind of want to give Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur another go, I'm invested in the character and want to see where she goes.

end-of-year book ask

How many books did you read this year?

Did you reread anything? What?

What were your top five books of the year?

Did you discover any new authors that you love this year?

What genre did you read the most of?

Was there anything you meant to read, but never got to?

What was your average Goodreads rating? Does it seem accurate?

Did you meet any of your reading goals? Which ones?

Did you get into any new genres?

What was your favorite new release of the year?

What was your favorite book that has been out for a while, but you just now read?

Any books that disappointed you?

What were your least favorite books of the year?

What books do you want to finish before the year is over?

Did you read any books that were nominated for or won awards this year (Booker, Women’s Prize, National Book Award, Pulitzer, Hugo, etc.)? What did you think of them?

What is the most over-hyped book you read this year?

Did any books surprise you with how good they were?

How many books did you buy?

Did you use your library?

What was your most anticipated release? Did it meet your expectations?

Did you participate in or watch any booklr, booktube, or book twitter drama?

What’s the longest book you read?

What’s the fastest time it took you to read a book?

Did you DNF anything? Why?

What reading goals do you have for next year?

[princessclarke]

In the last week or so, I finished off dead to me, timeless, supergirl, believe and legends of tomorrow (the spinny wheel is paying off) and this is both a heads up on what may appear on your dash and also my thoughts on them are under the cut if anyone wants a read

dead to me: season 1 great, season 2 I was fed up of their nonsense, season 3 pulled me back in - the finale was crazy though, where is her body? what do you even mean shes gone? gone where? to die of thirst??

timeless: i really struggled with this first few episodes but once it got going and lucy & wyatt started their thing i was having a ball. the jessica plot twist was so obvious but hey i'm glad we got an ending!

supergirl: well. this show was my happy place many many moons ago and then certain fans showed up and its been pretty mid ever since, to top it off the last season (which is what I had to finish) was so heavy handed in its ideologies, all of which I do agree with, but it felt like I was being told how terrible society is every episode and strangely i dont come to tv to be preached at every episode also mon-el not being at the wedding? insane, brainy didnt even merge, boo tomato tomato

believe: i dont know anyone whos seen this show but shoutout to whoever recommended this to me like 10 years ago, i did it, i watched it and i enjoyed it - even the bonus episode was fun. It doesn't end in a way that makes me feel like I need more but I hope Bo is doing well <3

legends of tomorrow: i actually cannot believe they didn't tell them it was ending and cancelled it. seven seasons for WHAT. it doesn't end properly. I don't even care for this show anymore but I am CROSS. they deserved to wrap it up. ffs.

anyways now I get to make a spinny wheel with all the shows in my continue watching / to watch under 70 episodes (a big leap from 25) so there will be less en mass endings... i assume?