#laeya

[leogoth21]

I would cry from happiness if yall did🥺

[thymesss]

i need someone to write a frieren au kaebedo fic

[reddrava]

I FORGOT TO POST THIS HERE OH GOD QBJFNW

[aechor]

isse zȳhon morghon, se realm jāhor qūvy se targaryens open rȳ pōja weldie seam. those words rip visenya's open, an abyss of a new reality that she wishes had simply remained as a seam of paranoia and nothing else. still, such want does not mean amethysts were blind to the chess moves ( denial is a powerful thing when danger and cracks in the veneer of friendship are what plagues such a worrisome mind ) or the way chess works among so many nobles. a whisper gets lost in the breeze, eyes never leaving the calm water below. ❝ kostagon se rot daor sagon kelitan gō mazēza naejot zȳha tīkuni? ❞ can the rot not be stopped before it takes to its wings? for it is a rotten, becoming an usurper. there is belief ( perhaps a blind hope, a treacherous hope ) that not all is lost; visenya is stuck in a friendship forged in silence and the outskirts of every noble-filled room ⸻ the young celtigar does not want to believe that such a future, where dragons battle dragons and all becomes fire and blood, can come of it. it is her sister's next words that make visenya snap her head to meet her sister's own purple hues. ❝ konīr iksis mērī mēre iderennon, mandia: se paktot mēre. īlva ānogar kessa ūñagon va īlva. ❞ there is only one choice, sister: the right one. our blood will count on us. naivety tells visenya that perhaps it will not come to that.

dislocated, waterlogged gazes stare up at them out of the shallow depths. beauty, it should be remembered, is deceptive. a delicate armor neatly sewn up the middle, containing the unseemly, pink-raw viscera of a rabid motherwound, insatiable starving, foul decay. how glad man is to be fooled by the sweet, supple flesh, for its wretched meat cannot distinguish the hare from the fox — bite from touch. glad for her sister's beauty, the ease which life shall bloom under her unblemished facade. but pale eyes alight at the scent of the faintest rot that seeps from sister's declaration. mouth snags on pride, smiling faintly. " se prince spent zȳhon glaeson disguising se qringaomnon hen zȳhon ānogar. isse zȳhon morghon, se realm jāhor qūvy se targaryens open rȳ pōja weldie seam. " a truth verging on treason, spoken thinly enough to be heard and evanesce into the dry air. continuing in high valyrian, " a choice will be demanded of us, and we may give it freely or it may be taken from us. there is no room for uncertainty. " the question is implicit, sharp: do you stand with us?

[piratejoongie]

All Mine

🍒 Hii, this little or maybe not so little story is my first ever so I hope you enjoy it.

🍒 tw: sexual content, kidnapping, swearing, violence...

🍒 Pirate Hongjoong x reader

🍒 smut hehe with a bit of fluff, because aftercare is important

🍒 word count: 🤷🏻‍♀️ (a lot, i guess)

Where it all began:

It was when my mom was pregnant with me when a deal was struck between my parents and parents of later very known, vicious and merciless pirate Kim Hongjoong. It has been agreed that I will have to marry Hongjoong when I turn 22, because my family's fortune with his would make one very powerful and united family that would be unstoppable. Little did his parents know how their plan would be ruined, or was it?

As soon as that deal was struck, mu parents went to the king and queen to ask for their help.

"My king, we need your help!"

"Ah, lord Tang, long time no see. Tell me, what seems to be the problem?"

"We were forced to make a deal with pirates, the Kim's specifically, that our daughter Y/N has to marry their son Hongjoong when she turns 22."

"Well, that's unfortunate, lord Tang. What is it that you want of me? I can't declare a war out of thin air."

"We would never ask that of you, your majesties. We hoped that, as soon as Y/N is born, she can live with you as a fake princess and hopefully be safe from Kim's. "

"Lord Tang, that's quite an idea... and a dangerous one if HE figures out."

"I know that's a lot to ask of you, my king... but we just want our daughter to be safe and to never have to witness what horrible things those pirates do."

"Very well, lord Tang. As soon as your daughter is born, she will live here as our 'daughter', learn to be a proper royal and if successful, maybe even inherit the throne. She'll be a better fit than any of my cousins and their bastard children."

"Thank you, my king. I owe you my life for doing this."

"Careful, lord Tang, you might just have to do that if they find her."

"Yes, my king."

Even though my parents had a good plan, and everything went smoothly, eventually, something had to go wrong.

Now:

The day has come, my 28th birthday and my coronation. The day when I finally become queen of this country came, the king Jun was proud and so was his wife, Laeya, or should I say, my parents. However, my real parents were in the crowd, watching me, with tears in their eyes and hope that nothing would go wrong.

The coronation went smoothly, and so did the majority of the night, but then all of a sudden, pirates came barging in through the main doors... and it was everything my parents feared... the blood... the screams... people panicking... but I couldn't move, I couldn't run... I knew I had to face them, and I knew I was ready... or so, I thought.

Then he came in the throne room. His presence, his aura... it was very powerful and magnetic, something was pulling me towards him, and I didn't know what it was.

One thing I was sure of... this man is Captain Kim Hongjoong, of the Nightbringer pirates. The cruelest, the most vicious and merciless pirates of them all... and he was here to get me.

"Hello, my queen", he said bowing to me, showing respect. Good for him. "They hid you well from me. I hoped to meet you 6 years ago, and make you my beloved wife, but as you see, I had some misfortune coming my way. I had my most precious treasure stolen from me, I was searching all of the seven seas for you, and as I was about to raid this hideous castle, I have find you. My precious ruby."

Ruby, a nickname I thought I'd never hear again... but here we are.

"Captain, you must me mistaken. I was never promised to anyone."

"My queen, isn't your real name Y/N Tang? Isn't your father one of most respected lords, lord Marcellus Tang and his beautiful wife, Maria Jelena Tang, former princess of Russia. You're their only daughter and, of course, my soon to be wife." he said, and I gulped.

How did he know all of this? Where did he get it from?

I needed answers, and I needed them soon.

"Mother! Father! What is he talking about?" I asked angrily, and they explained everything to me. I was furious, I didn't know what to think, how to act... do I go with them? Do I put up a fight? So I tried being rational and parley.

"Captain, I'm flattered, but unfortunately, I will not be going with you. I have a duty towards this country, this land and all people who live here."

He laughed. He fucking laughed.

"You're in no position to bargain with me,'princess'. You will be a good little princess and come with me. Otherwise, you can say goodbye to everyone because all that will be left of this land is corpses and bloodshed", this prick... "You have a choice pretty, come with me in peace, and I'll let them all live, or you can decline me and see everyone die, so you'll be forced to go with me."

"I pick nothing. You're in no position to bargain with a queen, pirate and you and your small crew are outnumbered."

He doesn't say anything. He just walks up to me, lifts up my head with his finger, looks me in the eyes, and like a feather, he throws me over his shoulders. To my surprise, no one was harmed, and I was taken to his ship, with no one coming after me. His ship, The Illusion, was beautiful and modern, I was stunned. He took me to his cabin and locked me inside. Then, the long one week journey to his kingdom began.

On the ship:

The seconds. The minutes. The hours.

They were passing slowly, but at least I had my fun pissing Hongjoong off. He hated it but I loved it. Serves him right for literally kidnapping me.

Suddenly, I hear the door unlocking... it must me him.

"Rise and shine, Ruby. We are close to my kingdom, and here, you'll be a proper queen. I must admit, giving you up to the royals was a bit over the top, but at least you have the manners and the brains now."

"That's more brains than you'll ever have Hongjoong. " I smiled to myself, good one. He makes me think of comeback so easily, whatever he says, I can just snap it back at him. But the patience this man has, its unbelievable.

"Now now baby, haven't they taught you manners and respect, or are you just a brat in general?" As he was saying that, he gets close to my face, looking me deeply in the eyes, and as always, I get turned on... but I can't let him know that, if I did, he'd have complete power over me and he'll use it well. "I asked you something, 'princess'."

"I just respect people who show respect to me first. That's how it is and how I was taught." I said.

"Hmm, or you just like pissing me off, hoping to get a reaction out of me, but also finding my composure and presence rather magnetic." Shit... how did he know? "Princess, you were bound to be mine, and I will, make you mine." Well, now is not a good time to be horny and wishing he would rail me on his desk. "Be ready in 10, we're close to the main land. And wear something nice, you need to look presentable to my people." He leaves, and with that I go through the dresses I have, and find the sluttiest, dark red dress that hugs my curves well. I can hear, and feel the ship slowing down, which can mean one thing... time to get out.

"Y/N, time to go." I hear Seonghwa, Hongjoong's first man and his most trusted member of the crew, and the sweetest, if I may add. I check myself once more, and I head out. The crew kept whistling, cat-calling 6 it made me feel powerful until Hongjoong turned around and his eyes went dark. Oh, oh. I needed to play this off as cool as possible, which I did. He hasn't said anything to me on our way to his castle, and I didn't mind because San and Wooyoung were keeping me entertained.

Over the next few months, I kept pissing Hongjoong off, talking to San and Wooyoung, who became my friends here and occasionally to Seonghwa. The majority of days here, I spent with the crew, whereas Hongjoong was nowhere to be seen... and to be honest, it had me worried. I stood up and decided to go to his room. Not a brightest idea so far.

His room was across the hall from mine, with big black doors and skulls decorating it. To some, it may seem intimidating, but to me, it has always been normal. I came inside, the room was empty, but it was big, spacious, and it had nice big windows that made the room brighter. I was busy admiring the room and haven't heard footsteps behind me.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be out with the crew doing something?" He asked, leaning onto the doorframe. Damn he looked hot. His messy red hair was shining from one sunray that hit it, his dark eyes looking at me curiously, and his lips... those juicy pink lips were formed into a smirk. "Do you like what you see, Ruby?" He asked, slowly moving forward and closing the door behind him.

"Not really, I've seen better." I snap.

"Oh really, so I don't have any effect on you? You don't feel turned on by me? You don't fantasize about me? You don't imagine me pleasuring you until you scream when you finger yourself at night? You don't imagine how my tongue would tease your sensitive clit, how I would eat you out like a starved man, as if you were the last meal I could have, how I would such on those nice tits of yours and make you cum? You don't think about how my cock would fill you up like a skut you are and stretch you so good, you will only need my cock and noone else's? You want to say that you never, not even once, wanted me to fuck you senseless over my desk, make you scream my name so my whole crew can hear how good of a slut you're being for me, your captain. Tell me, Ruby."

I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. I couldn't do anything I wanted to do because of him, and the effect he had on me.

With one swift movement, he put his hand around my waist and turned me around so my back was pressed against the door. He started kissing my neck, moving his way slowly to my jaw and then kissing my lips. His kisses were intoxicating, and through them, he made sure you knew that he was in charge. There's no doubt that he was good at it, he knew very well what he was doing.

"My precious Ruby, tell me, what do you want." He said seductively, as if he didn't know what I wanted. "Captain, I want you."

"Very well darling." He kissed me again, then stopped, looked at me and just tore my shirt apart. I was stunned. He on the other hand was amused, taking my boobs in his hands, massaging them, and then kissing and teasing my nipples. I squirm and pull his red, ruby hair, making him whine a little. While sucking on my nipples, he quickly disposed my skirt and underwear, kissing his way down on me. Making me shiver, getting wetter and wetter with every kiss he made down my stomach... but he stops... and gets on his knees in front of me, putting my leg on his shoulder so he can have better access. Slowly, he licks my folds, tasting all of my juices and making his way up to my clit. His tongue glides over my clit, goes in circles around it, making me moan loudly. He starts sucking and nibbling on my clit, sending shivers down my spine and making me quiver. Eating me out like a starved man, he speeds up a little and adds a finger inside me, matching the speed of his finger and his tongue. The feeling was sensational, no one made me feel like that. He adds another finger, making me moan from being stretched out. "Look at you, being a good little slut for your captain. Are you gonna cum for me slut? Are you gonna make a mess all over my face and fingers?" He asks, still sucking on my clit but more roughly this time and fingering me faster. "Aye, captain. I'll be a good slut and cum on your face." I moan, and the pleasure keeps growing. I grab a handful on his hair in my hand and pull his face closer to my folds, closing my thighs as my orgasm approaches and squishing his face between them, which he doesn't seem to mind... instead he picked up a pace. "Oh...I-... too much..."

"What's that slut? Don't tell me you can't take it?"

"I- I'm gonna c-..."

Before I could finish, I squirt all over his face, making a huge mess and wetting his clothes.

"Get on the bed slut. On all fours. Head down. Ass up."

I obey.

Before I knew it, he was undressed and stood between my legs, carefully watching my juices leaking out of me from previous orgasm.

"You look so pretty spread out for me like this."

"Only for you captain." I purr.

"Good, now you'll take my cock like a good little slut, won't you?"

"Yes captain."

Without any warning, he slams his dick in me, stretching me well and making me full. Each thrust is better than the other, making my legs weak and shaking. He fucks me roughly, penetrating me sweet spot and making me a moaning mess. He picks up his pace again, thrusting hard and deep touching my cervix with a tip of his dick.

"Fuck baby, if you keep clenching around me like that, I'm going to cum and fill that tight cunt of yours with my cum. Would you like that, slut? Would you like being breed by me and have my baby in your belly?" I nod.

"Words, slut. Use your words. I want to hear you say it."

"Ah- yes- I want you to breed me, captain. I wanna be filled with your cum and have your baby in my belly." I scream, and I hear him chuckle as he keeps thrusting. I can feel him twitching inside me, ready to cum. His thrusts become shorter but deeper.

"Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum in that pretty cunt of yours. Cum with me."

As he came in me, he kept fucking his cum back inside me hence it was leaking out. I kept rolling my eyes into the sensation.

"On your knees slut. You need to clean the mess you've made on my cock."

I get down on my knees, in front of his beautiful long dick that still hasn't gone soft. I start pumping it with my hands, sucking on his balls, kissing them and moving up to his tip, sliding it in my mouth, slowly taking it whole.

"That's it, slut. Let me fuck that bratty mouth of yours."

With that, he grabbed a handful of my hair, moving his hips and fucking my mouth. I grab his thighs for support and scratch them because he was too much. He slides out of mouth, letting me breathe for a second before sliding himself back into my mouth, thrusting roughly, and sliding out again. Confused, I see him sit on his bed, tapping on his lap, signalling me to come up to him, and ride him. I slide down his cock with ease, enjoying the feeling of being stretched out once again. I kept bouncing on his dick, feeling euphoric and having Hongjoong sucking on my boots while his thumb was circling around my clit. I couldn't take it anymore, it was too much.

"You gonna cum again slut? C'mon, make a mess on my cock and I'll fill you up once more." I don't know how or why, his words have a huge effect on me. Hearing him saying that and moan, made me ride him harder and faster, urging me to cum.

"Ah- Hon- Hongjoong " I scream, and as I was about to collapse on him, he flipped us over, putting me in missionary and filling me up once again, making me feel warm inside. He never let his cum drip out of me, so he kept fucking it back in, releasing once more and kissing me. God, I loved every second of it.

"You good princess? Not too sore? Can you walk? Do you need anything? Food? Water? Shower? Just tell me, princess, anything you need."

"Some food would be nice, and a shower... and, if we can cuddle after?" I asked, hoping he'll agree.

"Anyhing for my Ruby. You're the queen of my heart after all."

Who knew a pirate such as Hongjoong would have a soft side, or was he only showing that side to you. Nevertheless, you loved it, and even though you were forced to come here, maybe it's better than the life your parents would choose for you. And there's one thing Hongjoong will never admit, but he always knew where you were, how you were and he watched you growing up. You might not remember it now, but he'll tell you what you two met when you were 7, walking along the beach alone and bumping into him. You called him ruby, because of his red hair and he never told you his real name because he didn't want to scare you, instead he admired you and told himself that he'll find you again and protect you with all he has.

[nebulaafterdark]

Things you didn’t ask but I need you to know about Y/N & Aegon’s children. The birth order can change but their names and descriptions remain the same.

Dahlia & Visera are identical twins, they look like Y/N with Aegon’s hair and eyes. They resemble Rhaenyra quite a bit. Dahlia has a mole above her top lip on the left side which is the most dramatic physical difference between them.

Laenor is Aegon, just copied and pasted him, but with Y/N’s smile and alot of her mannerisms.

Aegon IV is all Y/N, copy + paste with a little cleft in his chin like his daddy.

Laeya who we haven’t seen…yet. Dark hair, Aegon’s eyes, perfect mix of both parents.

& Rhaen who we also haven’t seen, is Aegon with Y/N’s hair and eye color. He looks a lot like Alicent.

[cautionarytalcs]

the  capital  of  king’s  landing  welcomes  vanarr  of  house celtigar,  the  ruling lord  of  claw isle.  news  borne  by  raven  sends  word  that  they  are  reputed  to  be  formidable,  but  with  the  eyes  of  court  watching  their  every  move,  they  might  prove  to  be  machiavellian.  when  songs  are  sung,  their  verses  speak  of  crystalline waves thrashing against unyielding rock as soothing as the soft melodic tune of a lullaby, the pride of a mother's son standing on the shoulders of the mundane sins of a father, a hand grasped around the chalice of the lotus - eaters, alabaster against ivory.  whispers  throughout  the  seven  kingdoms  claim  that  their  allegiance  lies  with  house celtigar and house targaryen of dragonstone,  where  they  conspire  to  proliferate the influence and standing of the celtigar bloodline.  but  in  the  end,  fealty  means  little  when  you  play  the  game  of  thrones. 

        it is a tale sung by the bards of the very personification of the holiness of a ghost, one that haunts the stone ladened halls of claw isle. where a second born a year to the day of the first has taken birthright, grown in the image of the mother he will one day raise in worship above the seven he claims public allegiance to. an idol out of what was taken. and the years spent curating this love are followed in the wet sea salted footprints of the accidental twin. this is a love that can only serve one, forever bonded even when death takes the hand of a mother, guiding her into the steps her own sister had walked. but with such sweet sentiments reserved, what is offered to the father? it is a part of vanarr he has starved, where emptiness collects and like spoiling fruit, the rot of regret seeps until it has poisoned it whole. where blamed is placed, a sacrifice for her return that instead has caused resentment to grow. how wicked it must seem, but justification is found in the mirrored image of his sister, a striking resemblance to the mother lost and like a child weaned on poison so do they too find solace in memories both known and created in the quill ink parchment laeya keeps against her breast, safeguarded until they seek their mother's wisdom. yet, childlike comforts of the deceased do not fade away but grow, this seed planted on her death day that too tear at the bond of the ones that do not remember, for what comfort can they find for the one they know and what hostility can grow from the one the others favor, the father vanarr has carved his own marble pillar of to detest, to despise, to gaze upon with the eyes of his mother as the very image of everything he grows to detest. it comes upon each name day, a new attribute to find contempt for, to regard as nothing more than brawn vanarr too is versed in until the name day to claim his title. but what is a ruling lord without experience, his own hero's journey that spans the corners of westeros and dares to look upon essos from afar where he is to find himself lost at sea, gasping for air and swallowing the very salt poisoned waters he once found comfort in the melodic crashing waves upon rocky shores of claw isle.

( did i somewhat give up at this point? yes, yes i did. )

washed upon the shores usher in his return home where his title is placed upon him and a father's choice is met with the whispers of a curse that, much like the accidental twins, comes in pairs. the voices in the howling wind that claim house celtigar is not without fault and it is those who are to claim their hand who suffer most. what have they done that the gods might not favor them? or is this the pain of the rebirth house celtigar demands, to rise from ash, a bloodline that will not perish, kept living just as the ghost that haunts the halls of claw isle's castle walls, but what sacrifices must be made?

[asobai]

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐀  𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆  𝐎𝐅  𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍.  once  again,  thank  you  all  so  much  for  the  interest  in  applying;  it's  truly  been  amazing  to  see  the  amount  of  applications  received  and  we  are  tremendously  grateful  —  pages  will  be  updated  as  blogs  are  officially  received  in  order  to  mark  the  character  as  taken.  please  turn  in  your  blog  through  the  askbox  within  the  next  twenty - four  hours  and  a  link  to  our  discord  will  be  extended  to  you  in  return.  a  friendly  reminder  that  while  you  may  begin  to  post  your  intros  and  plotting  may  begin  immediately,  official  threading  will  not  begin  until  thursday,  june  27th.

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[audiofictionuk]

New Fiction Podcasts - 12th January (Part 2)

All Tales Audio Book "All Tales" is an ever growing collection of original short stories written and produced by Leo Bloom and Prati Soum- and is released bi-weekly. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240101-09 RSS: https://feeds.buzzsprout.com/2295851.rss

Dissection - An Original Story Audio Book When a killer shocks the world by circulating graphic footage of himself torturing people to death on camera, it falls on a covert military intelligence agency to track him down and bring him to justice. Leaving behind cryptic clues in the videos as he announces his actions and taunts his viewers, they must rely on every clue, every footprint and every trace that gets left behind in order to find out who he is and what his motives are. As they unravel a web of clues and cryptic signs, they start to uncover the intricate connections between the killer, the victims, and all parties involved in a search that takes them to all corners of the globe. As they find themselves gradually unmatched in intelligence and technological ability, it’s a race against time to bring the killer to justice before his endgame can be achieved, as each victim is not only a death they failed to prevent, but a catalyst that accelerates the frantic and desperate actions of a number of parties they weren’t prepared to deal with. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240102-04 RSS: https://feed.podbean.com/shahishtiaque/feed.xml

Dungeons & Dimensions Audio RPG Three adventurers from the land of Ooo go on a crazy quest through the different dimensional realms. Join Fern the Human, Jack the Wolf, and Marshel Lee and there crazy quest full of crazy and familiar characters. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20231108-02 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/65943868d5efc50016350940

The Morning After Potion Audio Drama The year is 1813, and a young alchemist, Wynifred Martin (Sarah Taqvi), develops the first contraceptive for women: The Morning After Potion. Naive to business, she partners with ruffian, Jackson Haaksmore (Jonah Robinson), in developing this new brew into a revolution by way of women’s health. Soon, the ramifications of her alchemy take noble society by storm, and the resulting whirlwind of romance and politics threatens to ruin Wynifred’s life. Will the mob see her imprisoned? Will she forever be trapped in a loveless marriage? Or perhaps there’s a worse fate awaiting our young alchemist. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240103-07 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/ee530af4/podcast/rss

Flourish Audio Drama After a traumatic childhood, Amelia attempts to rewrite her story and struggles to reclaim her right to flourish. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20231223-03 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/ed2b2490/podcast/rss

Of Dice and Pen Audio RPG Listen along as the Penmaester takes the wayward heroes along on a journey into Vah' Ren. Rionn, Karma, Patch, Alexandria, Laeya and Q all have their own reasons for finding their way to the same place. Fate and circumstances have their own reasons for throwing the group together however. With the help of their Dungeon Master the group will adventure on and encounter all sorts of dangerous and exciting things. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240105-03 RSS: https://feeds.captivate.fm/of-dice-and-pen/

Captain Maxx and the Starfighters Audio Book Ten year old Captain Maxx and her misfit crew roam the galaxy in search of their next payday. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240102-05 RSS: https://feeds.simplecast.com/chX6_msD

CrackedAtlas Audio Book Cracked Atlas present gnarly tales from the dark underbelly of modern life. Featuring a mixture of high drama, music and black comedy, taking you on a journey through the absurd. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240102-06 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/6592c05d10e210001646ca34

The Secret Magic of Jake Driver Audio Book Eleven-year-old Jake Driver's world is turned upside down when he receives an acceptance letter to the mysterious Evergreen Academy for Gifted Youngsters. Jake has grown up in the secluded wizarding village of Willowbend and struggled to match the talents of friends who seem destined for greatness. But when Jake is summoned to attend the elite Evergreen Academy hidden deep in the Scottish Highlands, he begins to wonder if there is more to his own budding magical abilities than he realised.  https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240106-01 RSS: https://feeds.buzzsprout.com/2298199.rss

Sonoro Limited Series Audio Drama Get your headphones and dive into the best audio series. Here you can find the fiction and non fiction stories created and published by Sonoro. Sonoro is a global entertainment company focused on creating premium, culturally relevant content that starts in audio and comes alive in TV, film and beyond. Sonoro collaborates with leading and emerging Latinx storytellers – writers, producers, and directors – from over a dozen countries to develop original franchises in English, Spanish, and Spanglish. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240108-01 RSS: https://feeds.megaphone.fm/SONORO4368830398

Winnie Taylor's 4th and Inches Audio Drama 13-year-old Winnie moves in  with her dad, Derek, a retired quarterback, whose promising career ended badly. When Cleveland loses their starting QB, Winnie gets Derek back in the game and this time…he might actually find a way to win! With the love of a father and daughter at its center, Winnie Taylor’s 4th and Inches bring a classic underdog sports story to the world of podcasts. Starring Ruth Righi as Winnie Taylor, Jeremie Harris as Derek Taylor and Tony Todd as Coach Fitz. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240108-02 RSS: https://feeds.megaphone.fm/EDEUA7383726952

Leclerc & Lafontaine Audio Drama Ein Erzähler, sein treu ergebener Assistent Jeffrey und eine Hand voll unbezahlter Praktikanten produzieren ein Hörspiel und hauchen den Figuren Leclerc & Lafontaine Leben ein. Die Kommissare tauchen an den unmöglichsten Orten auf und treffen auf zahlreiche skurrile Persönlichkeiten. Das Schicksal der Welt und womöglich das des gesamten Universums, liegen bald schon in ihren Händen... oder auch nicht. Ja, wahrscheinlich eher nicht. Dafür haben die Kommissare Leclerc & Lafontaine aber jede Menge Spass und garantiert keine Langeweile! https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240108-03 RSS: https://feed.podbean.com/leclerc-lafontaine/feed.xml

SIGN OFF Audio Drama A world on the brink. The ultimate what if. In this scripted podcast, tensions between the U.S. and Russia spiral out of control. Life on Earth hangs in the balance. Through the lens of two television broadcasts, listen to these chilling, unthinkable moments rendered in eerily believable detail. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240108-04 RSS: https://feeds.simplecast.com/9wD988M2

A&M Audio Adventures Audio Drama Rock podcasts and audio fiction plays with snappy characters in a fleshed out aural world from the east coast of Ireland. More than just a radio show, we create full-feature comedy adventures and story-filled rock shows. Original, scripted and with HD sound design. Twisted tales and immersive podcasting. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240101-10 RSS: https://feed.podbean.com/aandm/feed.xml

The Bugs Labyrinth Audio Book The Bugs Labyrinth is a horror story podcast where each Episode we dive into a new Event Report given to us by the shadowy Institute Organization, and read to us by The Bug. Join us as we dive into the Labyrinth and find the secrets held within. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240110-01 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/thebugslabyinth

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Omg I completed my Leo (me) x Kaeya drawing aaaaah!!! I'm happy that I finally made them!!!

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Dua Wanita dan Balita Dilindas Truk Tronton di Jalan Poros Kendari-Andoolo

SULTRATOP.COM – Tiga orang warga mengalami kecelakaan tragis setelah dilindas truk tronton di Jalan Poros Kendari-Andoolo, tepatnya di Desa Anduna, Kecamatan Laeya, Kabupaten Konawe Selatan (Konsel), Sulawesi Tenggara (Sultra). Insiden yang terjadi pada Minggu (15/9/2024) sore itu menyebabkan satu orang tewas. Kasat Lantas Polres Konsel, IPTU Usman, membenarkan kecelakaan tersebut. “Kejadian ini…

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amethysts stay on the lord's features ⸻ the way he stands, the ruggedness of his hair, the clothes her wears on his body, the little bit of information he shares. there is not much that visenya knows from the world around ( except what she has read in books, whose accounts can never be as trustworthy as what her own eyes see ) but she knows then that the lord's blood before her either runs with salt or snow. ❝ such a habit would have many think you have something against such gardens. and others might believe you when you say you are admiring it closely. ❞ there is a sort of poetry to destroying something beautiful, visenya supposes ⸻ whether it's from the inside or the outside. ❝ where is it that you call home? ❞

his questions momentarily transform him into her brother, her fingers growing more and more busy with the thought of it ⸻ vanarr would see it as a crime, for her to choose the company of a stray cat over the many lords that he wishes to have her make an impression on. laeya would think it a waste of time, the young celtigar doesn't doubt it. now, visenya has to wonder just where the lord before her means to go with his questions. ❝ unfortunately for my family, it is a habit i cannot seem to break. ❞ head tilts, breath escaping through forced relaxation. ❝ is it a habit of yours as well or did you just find yourself far away from the rest by chance? ❞

harlon didn't believe it. it would pain him too much to do so. that a woman such as the one before him could show any inkling of doubt or surprise at the possibility of an admirer? no. no, that was — that was a situation that did not make any sense in his mind. harlon had been posed to assure her of the contrary — to wax any amount of poetic on her fine, elegant features, as any aesthete worth their salt would — when her cheeky, and entirely warranted, little question brought him up short.

ah. you could fish the kraken out of the isles, but you could never leech the salt from the sea in his veins. "some habits are harder to quit than others, i suppose. we have few blooms such as this one where i'm from. i would argue that i am merely ... admiring it more closely." his smile grew wider then, brow quirked in the same manner hers was. he liked her. and her cat. "do you make it a habit to hide from others, my lady? i do believe the festivities are over there, are they not?"

[cultivaet]

when  songs  are  sung,  their  verses  speak  of   the  crisp  green  apple  that  bleeds  pink,   nerium  sweet,   cut  by  pretty  teeth.   the  paradigm  of  cross-breeding:   plant  the  pearl  in  a  fertile  bed  of  oleander.   she  will  know  poison  like  a  second  blood  and  will  fear  it  not.     /     pale  green  eyes  born  amethyst,   the  strange  magic  of  life  beyond  death.    this,   the  half-moon  scars  in  taut  flesh  of  fair  shoulders,   endowments  of  a  rotted  motherhood.    waterlogged,   unbleeding.    unfurl  in  the  midnight  water  and  know  eternity  as it kisses deathless lips. /     kill  what  does  not  serve,   even  if  it  is   tender. love it still — as it rots in damp earth, honeycomb bones feed the newborn roots of nectared poison. drink this, the sweet-rare wine of infinite variety, green  eyes alight over porcelain: there is no love which cannot be regrown from its corpse. tend to these immortal longings and watch them flower.

birth name laeya wysteris celtigar. title lady of claw isle, widow of lord tbd of house tbd, the twice-born pearl. age thirty. gender cis woman. pronouns she + her. orientation bisexual + biromantic. residence claw isle, blackwater bay. alliances house celtigar, house targaryen of dragonstone. worship the seven, by name alone. father lord alester florent, fifty-four, alive. mother ruling lady laera celtigar, deceased twenty-one years. siblings ruling lord tbd celtigar, alive, 29 + lord utp celtigar, alive, 26 + lady visenya celtigar, 25. husband lord tbd of house tbd, deceased two years. cousins house targaryen of dragonstone, by lady celtigar + house tbd, by marriage inspired by laura palmer, twin peaks. cleopatra, cleopatra. ingrid magnussen, white oleander. rosaline, romeo and juliet. irene janson, dark passage. the lady in the lake, the haunting of bly manor. cecilia tallis, atonement. eve/lilith + siren tropes.

　　please be aware of a detailed attempted drowning (filicide) and brief suggestions of mental illness, killing a husband by poisoning as written below.

one. little girl in love with the sea spray and almond organza mold of girlhood. heavy lidded amethyst eyes, donated by the blood of her mother, placated by laughter as light as the foam she runs through. soaks flesh and fabric, threatens to drag little bones into that great, starving sea — saved by father, protector. he has always been stronger in body than mind, a stoicism that staunches where his wife bleeds: this, the one lesson that survives girl's mortal turn. silence survives. this is his contribution. he does not reappear in this story.

two. the twice-born pearl, they call her, dragged from the unshallow sea, lightning strikes and full moon turning the turbulent water a cataclysmic violet. in its depths: a half-dead mother cradles her daughter, a child still milk sweet with sleep fostered by the poppy, heavy limbs unable to struggle. there is no other way this was going to end. the ruling lady laera had not gone mad, as many suspect, in the days following queen laena's death — but such a tether between twins does not die as mortals do. it carries on into those fathoms of the in between, snagging, wearing thin with the enduring. even if she had been whole after the loss, death's silent moths would eat away at silken valyrian hair, woolen celtigar marrow. she would not wait for the madness to come for her. curled the small arms of her daughter around her neck and stepped into the water. lapped at ankles, knees ( thin skirts float, floating oleander bloom ), cause her naval and small toes to curl in protest. on and on .. in her strong mind: it cannot be murder if it is mercy. the child in her arms is a perfect duplicate of mother's doomed flesh and blood, has woven within her that purgatorial fabric between life and death. if not interrupted, the poor creature would carry it into womanhood and find madness in its moth-eaten body. with their deaths, so celtigar blood will remain unsullied. ripe to reign.

three. blackwater keep ( father's house ) collects children as little trinkets of trauma: scuffed pearls turned into wilted dustflowers, shy of both the sun and vivacity of the reach. and so the massive chasm splits celtigars into pairs: the eldest, who mourn that which they have known, and the youngest, who do not remember what it is they are meant to mourn. the eldest cradle mother's memory like a blade, a bird. a thing to use, hone, to feed. the ruling lady will serve them again, some day. this, bolstered by the diaries laera had kept, which are discovered and devoured by laeya in her earliest years of womanhood. an unconditional template for living passionately, even crudely, but holding tightly to the drawstrings of family and loyalty. reading them felt of velvet and moss, both impossibly sumptuous and breathing. they coiled such dichotomies in laeya's belly: to despise and devour, bask and delude, honor and proliferate. she did not offer any teachings of selflessness, save for the sacrifices for family, so laeya did not learn a varied humility. the diaries carved her, a sea salt-splintered juniper blooming in the great redwoods of the reach, into something equally unmanageable and plain to meaning. girl grown into woman, pink oleander growing at her feet, and one does not need to interpret her. she is clean, clear, fluid as the sea and reliable as the tide. but mind the nerium roots — thick and knotted, stretching below the soil like a king starving for land. reactive, poisonous. do not touch or attempt to disrupt, lest the stranger visit your breathless body in the night. four. mother's body lashed away by the sea, only the lord regent remains on claw isle. the children visit increasingly as they grow — particularly the second born child, a lord, doomed to deny laeya the title of ruling lady. the title, i say, and i mean title alone, for her own doom was the gift of thorns and burrs, to bury them in the pale flesh of brothers and sister, to demand wholeness, sincerity, affection. one does not move without the others feeling the pull. but there is such disparity. love, but intolerance. togetherness, but brutality. cultivate it. do not call it a weakness, this honesty of blood. weave it into the marrow of house celtigar and weave that marrow into the honeycomb bones of kings and rulers, and watch westeros bloom with what is has always been lacking. for the good of the kingdom. this, of course, is a convincing ruse for a simpler selfishness: a mother's vision of celtigar blood continuing to reign, absent the celtigar name, is a clever insurance of good fortune without bearing the weight. laeya, continuing this urbane clawing at the sentiment of the crown, keeps her mother alive. goddess, and ghost.

five. a singular complication: laeya, the eldest, was married first. her father's intentions had been pure, insisting not upon a man who might bring wealth or status to house celtigar, but who instead might be good to her. strong but amenable, insistent but flexible. even still beyond herself, in her father's vision of what she needs, dichotomies rule eldest celtigar. but how easily she betrayed such a sweetness, father's intentions unsuitable. for what good would a lowly house do to aid in her life's occupation? but the kind man, good man ( a duplicate of her father, by all accounts ) lived as she cultivated her second rebirth, to rise from the wilted bones of him. finally: poisoning disguises itself as sweetrot if carried out over years. the roots were dug reverently from her own garden, soaked in honeyed tea and mead. the murder of a lifetime, ten years of affection and humble care culminating in laeya returning to claw isle — husbandless, childless. but she is again buried in the very rot of her family, a putrid-sweet smelling thing. she thrives.

six. it is nearing two years since the death, pronounced an unfortunate illness by the foolish and undereducated maester. no one save her brother, the ruling lord, knows its true cause. most importantly, she is returned to the calling laid out by her mother: keep celtigar blood on the throne, or find it irreparable and raze it — raise it elsewhere so that it will thrive, if she must.

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[nebulaafterdark]

So I’m editing The Succession to go up later today or tomorrow but I just wanted to tell you….these lovebirds are getting 2 new babies in the multiverse. Their names are Laeya & Rhaen both with dark hair which we know Aegon is thrilled about.