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[mardelina]

almost gone

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[transparent-hopes]

[amuhav]

~ no thoughts, head empty ~

[sweetjollylooks]

[galacticlemons]

Name Aesthetic: Kalon

requested by: @sickly-satan

(requests open)

[pupsmailbox]

DOLL︰PUPPET ID PACK

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PRONOUNS ⌇ adorable/adorable. ae/aer. angel/angel. anger/anger. antique/antique. app/apparition. bell/bell. berry/berry. berserk/berserk. bjd/bjd. bla/black. blank/blank. bliding/bliding. blue/blue. blush/blush. bug/bug. button/button. cake/cake. car/carcasse. cheer/cheer. cloth/cloth. coffin/coffin. control/control. coo/croon. cor/cor. cor/corrupt. core/core. corpse/corpse. coy/coy. crack/cracked. cracked/cracked. cre/creepy. creep/creepy. cu/curse. cu/cute. curse/curse. cute/cute. da/dark. de4/de4d. de/dear. de/demure. dea/dead. dead/dead. dead/death. dear/dear. death/death. decay/decay. delica/delicate. delicate/delicate. demon/demon. despair/despair. dirt/dirty. do/doll. doll/doll. doll/dolly. dolly/dolly. dread/dread. dress/dressup. dress/up. d♡ll/d♡ll. eer/eeerie. elegant/elegant. en/energy. end/end. evil/evil. eye/eye. fabric/fabric. fae/fae. fi/figure. fig/figure. figurine/figurine. flower/flower. fragile/fragile. frail/frail. friendly/friendly. frill/frill. fury/fury. gho/ghost. glass/glass. glo/gloomy. gore/gore. grave/grave. grief/grief. grim/grimm. grime/grime. gru/grudge. ha/haunt. happy/happy. haun/haunt. hx/hxm. h♡/h♡m. it/it. joint/joint. joint/jointed. joy/joy. ke/ker. kew/kewpie. kill/kill. kor/kor. kor/korrupt. la/lace. lace/lace. lae/lace. lo/love. lo/loved. lolita/lolita. love/love. mad/mad. mae/mae. mari/marionette. marionette/marionette. me/meek. mi/mier. mim/mimic. model/model. morbid/morbid. mu/mutter. mur/murmur. nap/nap. null/null. ny/nym. patch/patch. phan/phantom. pink/pink. pitter/patter. plastic/plastic. play/play. play/playtime. play/time. plush/plush. plush/plushie. por/porcelain. porce/porcelain. porcel/porcelain. porcela/porcelain. porcelain/porcelain. pose/pose. pose/posed. possess/possessed. pup/puppet. puppet/puppet. rea/reality. rest/rest. reven/revenge. rib/ribbon. ribbon/ribbon. rot/rot. scare/scare. scary/scary. seem/seem. sew/sew. sew/sewn. shi/shift. shi/shiver. shx/hxr. sh♡/h♡r. sie/sier. silk/silk. slee/sleep. sleep/sleep. smile/smile. snap/snapped. sneak/sneak. soft/soft. sou/soul. spi/spider. spi/spirit. spo/spook. spook/spook. sta/stalk. sta/stare. statue/statue. sti/string. stitch/stitch. string/string. sweet/heart. sweet/sweet. sweet/sweetdolls sweetie/sweetie. ta/tap. te/teer. tea/teatime. teeth/teeth. thre/thread. thread/thread. thxy/thxm. th♡y/th♡m. ti/timid. to/toy. toy/toy. toy/toytime. trick/trick. un/canny. unca/uncanny. ve/ver. vey/vem. vi/vr. vintage/vintage. vomit/vomit. wan/wander. watch/watch. whi/whisper. white/white. wilt/wilt. wood/wood. wrath/wrath. yarn/yarn. zzz/zzz. ♡/♡. ⚰️ . 🍨 . 🛌 . 🛏️ . 🥀 . 🧸 .

[thetormentita]

the bastard queen - chapter 1

the things we do for love.

Pairing: Original female! Targaryen/Arthur Dayne

A/n: au for Robert’s Rebellion. Enjoy!

Rating: Mature (+16)

The strangling tension can suffocate even the most strong-willed courtier. With the hint of charred corpses still lingering in the air, Arthur Dayne wonders if the king has changed his clothes since the last night, where he delighted himself with the pleading yells of two prisoners as wildfire devoured them and the rest of the people gathered in the Great Hall drowned in horror.

With the reliable Barristan Selmy guarding the meeting with him, his lilac eyes observe the men as they take their seats around the wooden table, only the naïve Qarlton Chelsted and the newly appointed Hand Owen Merryweather to not show grim faces. The tension is palpable, a heavy cloak of discomfort wrapping around each lord present. The king's recent actions have instigated fear and uncertainty, even among the most loyal men.

As matters follow one to another, almost the whole group of men trying to decide what is best for the realm, Arthur’s mind is partly elsewhere, honed by years of duty and vigilance. His gaze, under the guise of passive surveillance, catches every subtle shift and twitch among those gathered. All of them or too cautious or too coward to dare and defy the monster with the crown upon his brow.

“With your permission, Your Grace” lord Merryweather’s voice almost trembles with hesitation, fearful of the reaction of the king. “There is a pressing matter this council has to discuss” Aerys raises a pointy eyebrow towards him, and Arthur can spot the slight curl of the king's lip, an ominous prelude to his temper which could ignite over the most trivial of provocations. “Princess Valaena’s marriage.”

This mention of the Princess Valaena, the beloved jewel of the kingdom, causes a distinct shift in the atmosphere of the room. The council members exchange wary glances as the name of the only daughter of the monarches is put over the table. They all have witnessed during the years the mood swifts and the affronts of Aerys towards his own daughter, branding her as ‘bastard’, ‘dragonspawn’ or worse only because the colour of her hair is darker than the rest of her family, and they have developed various degrees of sympathy towards her. Arthur Dayne himself stiffens when Merryweather dares to speak her name, thinking of him as unfit to even think about his princess.

“We should wait” Rhaegar Targaryen, the Crowned Prince, also shows himself most uncomfortable in his chair with the idea of being separated from his beloved sister. “My lady wife is still recovering and she gladly keeps her company. It would not be wise to rush matters.”

The tension around the table is palpable. A quick glance from Rhaegar to both kingsguards looks more like a plea than he actually wants to.

“Nonsense!” the king screeches, the council apparently having passed over the menacing looks of the loon, with his nails more like claws pointing at his own son and heir and to his master of ships, who dares to agree with the prince. “That girl will be useful to the crown for once in her life.”

“Your majesty” lord Velaryon counterattacks, having properly made his work towards the eyes of the Mad King for quite a time, “with your permission, I would suggest the lady Valaena to get married to me. Houses Velaryon and Targaryen have had a shared history towards the centuries, and Driftmark would prove a safe refuge to our much beloved princess.”

Aerys, his gaze sharp as the blades his ancestors wielded, seems to consider consider Velaryon's proposal with a mixture of intrigue and suspicion. Leaving hopes for a response hanging in the air like a thick fog, he seems to find amusement in the pause, rejoicing himself as he crashes Lucerys Velaryon’s hopes with an acrid cackle.

“Do you think that I would allow my only daughter to be pushed to the margins of my realm, hidden away on Driftmark, while I sit the Iron Throne?” Aerys’s voice rises, filled with annoyance and madness, and it seems that the balls of every member of the council shake on their pedestals over the table “How dare you to even think of putting a hand on her!?”

It seems this time the protective father has taken the place of the abusive parent, and if it weren’t for the space between them both, with Aerys sat at the head of the table and the Lord of the Tides almost at the other side of it, the king would have easily thrown his wine cup to his face, or even worse.

“Your Grace” it is this time Lord Varys’ modulled voice to speak, and the whole bunch of men put their attention upon him, the Master of Whispers. The Spider. “I can think of a much more adequate suitor for the princess’ hand” his eyes dart towards Lucerys Velaryon, who just answers with a half lidded gaze behind his own cup. “Storm’s End.”

He was just a lad when the tragedy of Shipbreaker’s Bay took place, only a mere squire to prince Lewyn before he joined the Kingsguard himself. The death of the beloved Steffon Baratheon and his lady Cassana stroke the Red Keep, with queen Rhaella helplessly weeping for them in the Great Sept of Baelor and the Mad King descending upon madness more quickly even.

“Lord Steffon and lady Cassana died in a mission for the Crown, and the young stags would surely feel again protected by the Crown if their house would join house Targaryen again, like two generations ago with the arrival of princess Rhaelle.”

Both kingsguards exchange glances, almost like searching an explanation or even a support. If the only unsullied member of that wretched family was to be taken away, what could be awaiting around the corner?

“Storm’s End seems the most appropriate place, father” Rhaegar’s measured words leave Arthur and Barristan nonplussed. “Robert Baratheon is a force to be considered, and Valaena can be the most ideal way to make him bend the knee to the Crown’s wishes.” Both knights look at the prince, their expressions a mix of concern and understanding. They knew the politics of the realm as well as any, and the value of strategic marriages could not be underestimated, but Rhaegar giving up his sister, his only confident, the receiver of his hopes and praises, is something none of them can explain. “Besides, it is close to Kingslanding, with a safe passage through the Kingswood now that ser Arthur led the royal offensive and cleaned the road of thieves.”

As soon as the meeting meets its end, quickly Arthur and Barristan make their way towards Rhaegar, whose paces drive him to the Master of Whispers. Both knights carefully take their places behind them as the prince and the Spider talk about trivialities before the conversation takes a sharp turn into more pressing matters. The air around them thickens with tension as Rhaegar's tone becomes earnest, almost urgent.

“Do tell me there is a good reason for having placed that wretched idea on the table.” he grits, trying to look as calm and regal as always, the type of king Westeros deserves instead of Aerys.

“I seem to recall that you and I pursue the same interests, Your Highness. Our primary aim is to ensure the stability and prosperity of the realm,” the Spider responds, his voice smooth and measured, a stark contrast to the prince’s fight to keep his composure.

Barristan Selmy swiftly opens a door, half hidden at mere sight and the three of them end up pushing Varys inside, quickly closing it behind, making sure nobody listens to their clandestine meeting. The room, lit by a single flickering candle, casts long shadows across the faces of the men, adding an air of mystery.

“You have to be kidding, Spider” the Stormlander spits, arms crossed over his chest, clearly disgusted.

“We share a common goal, despite our interests being different” the bald man observes each and every one of them and Arthur finds it hard to not gut that man in that room and let his heart drive his actions. “With the temperamental Robert Baratheon linked to the crown, maybe one day he witnesses one of the King’s fits and surprises us. I find it surprising that none of you have reached that thought…”

“How sure you are that he will risk everything for the princess?”

It is not a question, but almost a growl that escapes his lips. With his wrist resting carelessly over Dawn’s pommel, Arthur’s lilac eyes observe the eunuch’s face with attention, ready to defend Valaena’s honour if he musts.

“She is a complete delight” a cunning smile upon Varys’ thin lips repulses him. “There are lots of young lords who would gladly risk their titles, their lands, even their lives for a chance to stand beside her. All she has to do is charm him, and he will do whatever she wishes, no matter the cost. Power, in its most intoxicating form, wouldn’t you agree, my lord?”

Arthur’s grip on Dawn tightens with the mere thought of his princess used as a mere tool in the dangerous games of court. The idea of Valaena, with her vibrant laugh and kind heart, being manipulated by those who see her as nothing more than a pawn in their quests for power fills him with a cold, seething anger. Yet, amidst this storm of emotions, a steadfast resolve takes root within him. He knows the challenges that lay ahead are daunting, but the thought of Valaena facing these alone is something he cannot, and will not, entertain. The fire in his heart, fueled by his love and unwavering determination, ignites a clear path forward. He vows to himself to keep her away from any harm, to guard her as long as he breathes, to stand by her side against the shadows that seek to engulf her.

Only when Rhaegar dismisses the Master of Whispers he allows himself to show the true depth of his concern.

“What happened to the vision, Rhaegar?” his voice, bitter, reflects the turmoil swirling within him. “We were supposed to protect her, to ensure her safety above all else. Have we lost ourselves that badly in the webs of the spider that we are unable to see the light with our own eyes?”

The vision. How hard it had been to handle the burden of such a prophecy, one who sealed the fate of the young princess to a loveless marriage, to the hopes of bearing a saviour, the future of house Targaryen depending on her fragile shoulders… At least she has Elia by her side. For a short while.

[nyan-nyax3]

˚₊‧ hatsukoisou id pack ☆

names ꒱

abel, adam, ambrose, amos, archer, astor, august, baker, barclay, basil, bishop, caden, camden, cecil, cody, cosmo, cyrus, davey, declan, denzel, devon, dion, eddy, eli, esme, everett, forrest, fraser, grayson, harry, jackson, jasper, joel, joseph, layton, leon, liam, louis, lucian, merlin, milo, monty, nicky, peter, porter, rolo, samuel, silas, sterling, teddy, tommy, virgil, woody

addy, alice, allie, amber, angel, april, ashley, asia, autumn, avril, azura, bambi, barbie, becca, bella, birdie, bunny, callie, cammie, camryn, candi, chelsey, christi, cleo, coral, crystal, cyndi, dahlia, daisy, demi, diamond, dixie, dolly, ella, erin, ethel, flower, ginger, halo, hazel, heather, iris, keira, kestrel, lilac, lily, lola, lotus, lucille, lulu, marie, meadow, mercy, mia, misty, molly, mona, noelle, nova, olive, opal, petal, poppy, princess, promise, rosy, roxy, spirit, tempest, topaz, velvet, violet

alex, ashton, aspen, azure, billie, blessing, bobbie, brandy, bronte, cedar, celeste, charlie, cherish, clover, cyan, dannie, denver, dusty, easter, eden, favour, fortune, francis, frankie, harper, haven, heaven, ivy, jackie, jewel, joey, jordyn, journey, july, kasey, lacey, laverne, lennon, lucky, lyric, maple, navy, oakley, ocean, palmer, pepper, phoenix, raven, riley, river, ronnie, rory, royal, sawyer, silver, sparrow, sunday, tawny, windsor

pronouns ꒱

ae / aer, shi / hir, vae / vaer

abandon / abandonment, addi / addict, alco / alcohol, bla / black, bri / bright, dea / death, dre / dream, drink / drinking, entrap / entrapment, fal / falsity, first / love, flo / flower, free / freedom, fuzz / fuzzy, ha / harm, hatsu / hatsukoisou, ho / hopeless, lie / lies, lo / love, mise / misery, ne / neon, pai / pain, pi / pills, pi / pink, pro / problems, pro / prostitute, pur / purple, red / light, re / regret, sui / cide, trouble / troublesome, wish / wishful

titles ꒱꒱

[x] who turned to a life on the streets, [x] with regret in [x] heart, [x] with rotting organs, [x] who forces a bottle into [x] mouth, [x] who wishes to share [x] secret with you, the neon-lit street walker, [x] who walks into death's arms, [x] who misses [x] first love, the incarnation of the addiction of one's first love

genders ꒱꒱

alcohollexic, alcoholpathetic, anoure, cheraic, dasamerz, decayedgender, hotpinkpoisic, inviheartpillgender, inviibuprofen, liquorlexic, medimasc, pillcoric, vodkalexic, whiskeyaromic, winething

usernames ꒱꒱

pinkxprincess, drunkenmistake, b4relysurviving, wishfordeath, cy4nide-c4psule, alcoholickitten, miheadfuzzy, forevertr4sh, negativelove, falsewish, troubledxkitty, hatsu__love, selfharmstyle, meow_in_misery, fallenkitty, cutieincarnate, moemoecyanide

system names ꒱꒱

the poisoned kittens, drunken collective, those living in misery, the less than likely survival collective, slicer system, those who stopped fighting, the burnt love letters of a by-gone time, those who pass out in the street, the unfixable collective, those who were manipulated into a worse life

whoag ,, super cool id pack for a song i like =^-^= could u hav seen that one coming ???? lolz

[kroas-adtam]

Kroaassss

How about Swiss realizing he can use his quintessence in the bedroom for the first time?

Aeon had been hearing rumors since the first day he was summoned. Rumors that always surround the handsome multighoul that Aeon will always proudly admit he is obsessed with.

He had asked Rainn about it, Dewdrop, the girls, and Mountain. They all told him the same thing: He's got enough to make it fun. But Aether didn't confirm or deny it.

"How come?" Aeon asks for the seventieth time that day.

"Lords in hell, Ae, it's cause we don't know if he can."

"But he can do earth, wind, fire, and water-"

"Those are natural to him," Aether checks something off his clipboard as he and Aeon dawdle in the infirmary office. "He feels them under his skin. But Quint, the spirit, it's hard to find unless it's prevalent."

"Like in us." Aeon muses, rocking on his heels. He gave up pretending to be interested in his healing shift and began annoying Aether about Swiss a couple hours ago.

"Yes, like us. Now, please. You're adorable, but you're just in the way today, crazy. Go find your ghoul and go ask him these questions, okay?"

Aeon grins and scurries off without having to be told twice.

~~~

"Babe," Swiss groans, "C'mon-"

"Just try it." Aeon insists, gripping Swiss' shoulders.

He managed to hunt Swiss down int the multighoul's den, locked the door and straddled his hips. Swiss thought he was getting lucky until Aeon started in on his tirade about quint.

"Aeth told you it's hard for unnatruals to feel the quint, right?"

"But you're so good at all your other elements, I know you can do this too."

"I appreciate the vote of confidence but-" He stops when Aeon takes one of his hands and places it on the quint ghoul's slim chest, between his sternum and heart.

"Stop calling yourself unnatural," Aeon's voice is less hyperactive and soft. Swiss' eyebrows raise as he pull this gaze up from his hand to those shining purple eyes. "You can do this, Swiss."

"Why do you believe in me so much?" Swiss asks, voice soft too, like if the walls heard him ask, they'd humiliate him too.

"Because you're powerful," He grins, gold capped fang glinting in the firelight of Swiss' hearth. "Handsome, too. You've spent so long mastering your elements, it's time the Avatar learned the spirit too."

Swiss laughs and leans forward to kiss his dorky boyfriend, but the ghoul leans back.

"Make me." Aeon says, not taunting but... challenging. "You can."

"Make you kiss me?"

"Quit asking questions and focus."

"And if nothing happens?"

"Then I'll blow you as an apology for ever asking."

Swiss sighs, rubbing his placed hand over Aeon's chest. "Alright, I'll try."

Aeon settles in, lilac eyes watching him. "Feel for it under the layers of your elements," He says softly. "Close your eyes if you need to."

Swiss does, trying to do what Aeon says. He digs within himself, trying to feel for something under the layers of magick that course through his body. He's about to call it quits when something sharp flashes through him. He feels it deep, deep within and pulls at it. It flashes again, brighter this time and he hears Aeon gasp. Swiss grasps the flash in him and pulls again. His body seems to know what to do and pulls it out, and out, and out. It seeps into his veins and he feels lightheaded but in the best way. He groans softly as the sensation begins to flood him, his pulse pounding in his ears.

Make me. Floats through his mind. He visualizes Aeon's lips, visualizes their soft touch against his and suddenly-

Aeon moans against his mouth, chest pressed to chest. Swiss growls low and possessively as the flashing ties Aeon to him, holds him just as firmly as Swiss' own physical hands can. Aeon pulls his lips off only long enough for Swiss to see a new shade of purple swirling in those lilac eyes. He looks high, stoned off Swiss.

"Now fuck me with it."

And the quint floods from Swiss.

[ethicaltreatmentofcowplants]

list 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to simblrs whose sims you adore ʚ♡ɞ

I will pick Lilac Moon 😊

Lilac has been tweaked over the last year and a bit, but she originally started as one of those random cas gen Sims that Maxis make. (I forget exactly what they're called, but the ones from the gallery that don't look so cursed.) I forget the name of this Sim but I'll look it up if she respawns.

I chose the last name 'Moon' because it seemed to fit an artiste type who dabbles with the occult (she's tried and failed - or rather, I have - three occult family challenges) and also because Lilac is Korean-American coded. I attended school in Seoul for three years and some elements are patchworked from various classmates. 'Lilac' is because I liked the colour and because with the limited cas options, using a white-grey hairshade intended for older Sims gave it a soft pastel look. "Asian babygirl coded" as Aes (@sims4thehoes) put it at the time. (I am not particularly young so 'babygirl' was a new terminology to me, but when I looked it up, it seemed to fit.)

Her traits are always SELF-ASSURED, FREEGAN and LAZY. And maybe it's the confidence thing but even when I've started her out in saves with zero charisma, she seems to have such a pull on other Sims and always able to get what she needs for them (ie. she woohoo'ed Greg in almost zero time). She's also one of my more chill Sims - which she likely needs for what I put her through 😅. Kind of a lowkey main character energy all around.

While she spawned in my cas as a young adult, my headcanon from her is that she's the only child of a bohemian college educated couple. And probably originally from San Myshuno.

I see her as being a more established young adult rather than a 'new' college aged young adult, probably around the mid to late twenties mark.

[sophieswundergarten]

Happy Floorboard Chomping Friday!!!

Here are some truly wonderful fics that I think deserve all of the love, this time ones that don't have as many hits

All That You Don't See by @mvshortcut

She'd known, watching the four small children bustle away down the library staircase, that this would not be the end of it.

a cuckoo in the nest by @bi-demon-ium

A mistake was made. One of them was never supposed to be left behind. One of the Benedict twins is a changeling. The other is the real child. The trouble is, which is which?

nicholas and company destroy the prison industrial complex! by @mysteriouseggsbenedict

Nicholas Benedict used to want to send his evil mastermind of a brother to prison. That would be justice, he thought, when he was young and uninformed. But then he learned about….

The Extraordinary Friends and Acquaintances of Nicholas Benedict (A Show Version of EEONB) by @nobodysdaydreams

A show version of Extraordinary Education, or the story of what happened to Nicholas Benedict in the show in between the time when he left the orphanage to the beginning of season 1. Part of my SOS series, but this can also be read on its own. OR: Four times when Nicholas Benedict tried and failed to keep a promise to his best friend.

I don't even know my name yet by @never-wake-up

Nicholas has thoughts and feelings about family names. Nathaniel does too, to a lesser extent.

Lilacs by spidermans_understudy

SQ has a nightmare, and pays a visit to Mr. Benedict’s study.

Lovely to Meet You (My Darling SQ) by @heyitsthatonesmolgay

SQ gets a mysterious note to meet someone in his father's abandoned office. He knows he has to investigate, despite the danger it might bring.

Cirque des Étoiles by @oflightningandstars

A small child from a small planet in a small corner of the galaxy runs away and joins a circus. Or: Kate Wetherall's time in the circus in a Space Opera AU

But where have we come? And where shall we end? by @crow-in-springtime

On especially hard days, he would stare at the light in the lantern and will himself to see the silhouette of little Katie-Cat, her soul trapped inside the lantern yet still dancing and swinging happily around

Leave a light on when you go by @plentyghosts

She is blocking the view of her room through the open door. Her packed bags sit guiltily at the foot of her bed. - or, Number Two leaves

Birdcage by @ae-jurumi

Dr. Curtain and Mr. Benedict have a conversation over the phone. Season 1 AU where Dr. Curtain kidnapped Nicholas earlier in the timeline. In a moment of weakness, he lies about not being the Sender, and now has to figure out how to deal with the situation.

we could have gotten here sooner by @myfairkatiecat

Constance Contraire uses a newly discovered power of hers to throw redeemed Nathaniel Benedict into the past and fix things with his brother sooner.

[srim01997]

The Red Princess & The Green Knight | Gwayne H. x OFC

Paring: Gwayne Hightower x Alyssan Targaryen (OC), Slight Aemond “One-Eye” Targaryen x Alyssan Targaryen (OC), Eventual Gwayne Hightower x Alyssan Targaryen (OC)

Fandom: House of The Dragon (HBO)

Warning: House of The Dragon Season 2 Ep. 3 Spoiler, NSFW

Writer’s note: Here the NSFW

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Chapter 9 The Paramour

Alyssan deeply kisses Gwayne as her hands swirl around his breeches as if to untie them. The green knight’s hands slide along her curve before peeling off her pajamas. He feels the waist of a slightly plump body from pregnancy under his strong palms. The lilac eyes woman said.

"I'm not as thin as I used to be." The red-haired princess said, "My waist is getting thicker..."

"You're beautiful to me, Alice," Gwayne said, moving his hand around her body in a daze. "You are carrying children, so I admire your courage." The copper man kissed her face down against her neck and shoulders before stacking her body to lie down on his bed. He began to pamper the girl with his mouth.

Gwayne's touch is very different from Aemond. Because he is usually softer than the one-eyed prince and worried about whether he will force her. The young knight looked at her as if to ask if he could continue. When he saw the sight that he could continue, he began to use his fingers and tongue to insert it into her cunt until her hand immediately moved to grab the copper hair of the Hightower knight. Her lips made a sweet sound that came from his tongue and his finger hit her weak spot causing her waist to arch for more. The green eyes of him glanced at the expression on the little princess's face and felt that his manhood was erecting.

The Hightower knight uses his fingers and tongue to pamper the sweet core until it is soaked with clear nectar. He licked it and looked at her with a look that only they could understand. The tall man with copper hair moves between her legs and spreads until he can be between her legs.

Her hands tease his hardened manhood under his dark cloth pants before helping him untie his breeches and move to tease his cockhead until Gwayne lets out a low moan in his throat. The copper-haired princess smiled mischievously.

"I miss your tower, I want to use my mouth," Alyssan said in a voice that Gwayne couldn't stand anymore. The young knight leaned down and kissed her mouth until their tongues became tangled.

"Next time, little princess," The copper-haired knight slowly thrust his cock into her core and let her adjust his size. Even though they have done it for a while, hewant her to feel good about it without delay. When she signals that she is okay, he starts to move slowly before starting to move so fast that her slender hand moves to grab her strong arm.

"I've been thinking of you all the time, but it's not as good as the real thing," Gwayne whispered in Alyssan’s ear, "because it tightens my cock."

"My fingers are not as good as you and Amon are always....done before me, sometimes they go to the Silk Road until dawn."

"My nephew is insatiable when he has a young wife waiting for him at the keep," Gwayne continued to move his hips as he looked at the young princess beneath him. His hand moved to teasing her breasts and kissing until leave the red mark on.

The copper-hair man couldn't help but wonder how different life would have been if they had married from the start. By now, Oldtown might have been filled with red-haired children running through the halls, their laughter echoing through the streets. The more he learned about what Alyssan had endured, the more torn he felt. Should he let things remain as they were or take her away to Oldtown, far from the pain she faced in King’s Landing? Aemond should have been the one comforting her after the loss of their child—not chasing after brothel women and leaving her to seek solace in someone else’s arms. What had his sister been thinking, marrying her daughter to Aemond in the first place?

“Gwayne, please…” Alyssan’s lilac eyes, glistening with unshed tears, fixed on him. Though he was her uncle, the longing in her gaze was undeniable. “Fuck me harder enough to make me forget Aemond—just for one night.”

The red-haired princess knew what they were doing was wrong. But if Targaryens could marry one another and call it tradition, why should her relationship with her Hightower uncle be any different? The gods had never blessed her, not once. And it wasn’t as though she was the one who had broken her marriage vows first—Aemond had seen to that.

To hell with the Seven and their judgment. Let them look the other way, as they always had. And as for her one-eyed brother-husband? Why hadn’t he asked for a divorce and freed her from this misery already?

Gwayne smiled at the corner of his mouth when he heard what his niece was asking for, and grabbed the pillow to support the girl's hips. One hand holds the headboard and the other supports her head. The Hightower knight began to move faster until full of the hilt, his cockhead hit her sensitive spot repeatedly. Her lower belly bulging that he pressed it lightly with his hand, and the sweet moan calling his name was so pleasant that he wanted to do it all night until her voice hoarse or she forgot the name of the one-eyed prince.

Alyssan arched her back as he thrust, feeling herself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. The red-haired girl felt a fullness and pleasure that Aemond could never provide. Her hands gripped his strong back, her nails digging in as the copper-skinned man moved relentlessly, leaving long red marks in their wake.

Gwayne feels string but doesn't care, because he's more interested in her feelings now. The red-haired man moved her to sit on his lap and let her control the pace. He sat leaning against the headboard in a comfortable position. The man with emerald eyes watched as the slander figure bounce up and down on top of him until his fat cock disappeared into her slit. His hand moved to help her control the movement.

"Let’s cum together," said Gwayne. “Do you want me—”

“Cum inside me until you satisfied.” Alyssan said, "After tonight, I promise to drink moon tea—"

"Don't drink, I'll ask King Aegon to divorce you and Aemond, let us marry, and you'll be my wife." His hand held her face softly, "I promised to do it until you had no voice."

"And what are you waiting for, uncle?" She said teasingly, feeling her posture change and Gwayne murmured.

"You ask for it yourself, princess...."

Now, they lay entwined on the bed, exhaustion settling into their bodies after countless shared moments of passion. Gwayne had taken meticulous care to clean her, using a damp cloth to wipe her skin until it was fresh and cool, and then dressing her in a soft nightgown. Yet as he adjusted the fabric on her back, his fingers froze upon noticing faint scars crisscrossing her smooth skin, marks resembling those left by a whip.

“This scar…” He began, his voice low with concern.

“I did it to myself,” Alyssan admitted softly, her head resting against his broad chest. Her lilac eyes glazed somewhere far away, lost in memory. “I’ve been doing it since I was seventeen. Whenever I disappointed my mother, I punished myself.”

The Hightower knight let out a disapproving growl in his throat. He didn’t understand what had happened to his nieces and nephews who grew up in King’s Landing, but Alyssan—once a bright and spirited girl—had changed dramatically since returning to the Red Keep. Was it the people around her? Or was it because her sister, overwhelmed by her duties as queen, had neglected her children? At least Daeron seemed to have turned out decently.

Gods above, why hadn’t they moved all the children to Oldtown in the first place?

“Don’t ever do that again,” Gwayne said firmly, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. He kissed her forehead repeatedly, his affection possessive and tender. “You’re mine to protect, and I’ll keep you safe. If you’re troubled, tell me. Or write to me if you can’t find the words.”

“I’d rather fly to you on my dragon,” she replied, a small smile playing on her lips, though her voice carried an edge of bitterness. “I’m afraid someone will burn my letters again.”

“You think someone’s been destroying your letters?” Gwayne frowned deeply, recalling the many times she had claimed to have written to him while he swore he’d never received a single message.

“I think,” she said carefully, “that someone’s been intercepting them before they ever reach you.”

For years, Alyssan had suspected someone of sabotaging her relationship with Gwayne. Who had been spying on them and spreading rumors? Was it Lord Larys? Aemond? Ser Criston? Or some meddlesome servant who had seen too much? She had her suspicions but chose not to voice them, not wanting to burden him with worry.

“You should rest, Uncle,” She said, shifting in his arms to press a lingering kiss to his lips. “I hear you have a long journey ahead tomorrow. Stay alert, and don’t travel through open fields. Your shinning armor catches the light and can be spotted from miles away.”

“No enemy would dare approach me,” Gwayne replied with a grin.

“But a dragon might,” She countered, her lilac eyes narrowing in mock warning. “They’re drawn to anything that glitters in the sunlight. And if you go to a tavern, don’t let any women lie with you.”

“Jealous, are we?” Gwayne chuckled, his hand lifting her chin so their eyes met. “Alyssan, I’ll have you know I’m as loyal as a sworn knight can be.”

“See that you stay that way,” she murmured, her lips brushing his once more. “Don’t make me regret trusting you.”

As dawn broke, Alyssan slipped away from Gwayne's bed. He understood her reasoning; she couldn’t risk being caught by Aemond or anyone else. A servant arrived shortly after to help him prepare for the day ahead. Before joining the others in the courtyard, Gwayne made a stop at his favorite niece's chambers. He knocked on her door and waited until Anna opened it. His emerald eyes took in Alyssan, dressed in an elegant green gown embroidered with silver thread. She nodded at Anna, signaling her to leave.

Gwayne knelt to greet young Arron, who was playing with a wooden toy in his small hands. 

"I must leave now, Arron. Be good for your mother, alright?" 

"Father—where's Father going?" the child asked in his innocent, lisping voice. Gwayne froze, momentarily unsure if Arron referred to Aemond. How could he explain this without revealing that Aemond was likely wandering the Silk Road again? 

"Father is attending a council meeting with Uncle Aegon," Alyssan interjected smoothly, walking toward them. Her voice carried a practiced ease as she placed a hand on Gwayne's shoulder. "May the Seven guide your way, Uncle, and keep you from shadows and death." She handed him a handkerchief without needing to be asked. 

Gwayne accepted it with a grateful nod, bowing slightly before leaving. Alyssan followed him at a distance, watching as he joined her mother, Alicent, and Ser Criston in the courtyard. She paused by the stairs, listening as the three conversed. Alicent formally introduced Gwayne to Criston with a faintly strained smile. 

"Ser Criston—or should I address you as Lord Hand now?" Gwayne asked, a wry smile playing on his lips. 

"Ser Gwayne, King’s Landing welcomes you," Criston replied evenly. 

"What an honor to arrive at court only to find that my father, who served three kings with unwavering loyalty, has been cast aside," Gwayne retorted, tilting his head mockingly. "In favor of a man whose origins are... considerably humble. The gods, it seems, have been especially kind to you." 

Sharp words, Uncle. 

Alicent cut through the tension, attempting to smooth over the moment. "Ser Gwayne has volunteered to join your campaign, Ser Criston." 

"Our forces are sufficient as they are," Criston replied curtly. 

"Then consider them strengthened," Alicent countered firmly. 

"Mother is right, Ser Criston," Alyssan interjected, stepping forward with a knowing smile. "Hightower knights have as much—if not more—experience than some of the boys here who call themselves soldiers." Her words were a deliberate jab at her twin brother's lackluster Kings guard. 

"The road is treacherous, Ser," Criston said with a faint smirk, attempting to undermine Gwayne. 

"No one is more eager than I to march alongside the Dornish," Gwayne replied smoothly, turning to Alicent. He took her hand, pressing a chivalrous kiss to her knuckles. "Sister." With that, he walked past Alyssan, brushing his fingers fleetingly against hers, a subtle gesture only she could notice, before heading to mount his horse. 

Alyssan's sharp gaze caught something—her mother's expression toward Criston. The faint tenderness in Alicent’s eyes. When Alicent handed Criston a handkerchief, a spark of realization lit within her. So, they shared a secret of their own. Alyssan chuckled softly, shaking her head in amused disbelief. 

She descended the stairs, approaching her mother with a sly smile. "You seem quite fond of Ser Criston, Mother." 

"It’s not what you think, Alyssan," Alicent stammered, flustered by her daughter's insinuation. 

Alyssan leaned in to whisper, her tone dripping with mischief. "We’re not so different, are we? Each of us seeking something—or someone—to satisfy our desires." She stepped back with a playful grin. "If you'll excuse me, Mother, I have a crucial plan to attend to."

TBC.

[maxphilippa]

whats ur opinion on the ii spanish dub?

i have personal beef with the channel because it keeps showing up as a first result whenever i go to check ae's channel /hj

uh i haven't really seen it. i am a bit concerned on it translating the names of the characters at the same time and i have a feeling that some very specific voices won't work very well. however! i want to eventually watch it w/lilac and burgy, perhaps.

[berryfrosting-bah]

i want a wocaloid fren, I want them to worship me and pawent me at the same time, pwease ~ mushwoom

"i want a vocaloid friend, I want them to worship me and parent me at the same time, please" ~ Translated by Wallter

☆ VFLOWER - VOCALOID ALTER PACK ~ !

TW ' S ; Cult related identities are mentioned Mod Note ; I made you a Vflower because I was listening to one of their songs at the time! I hope you like them!

Alters may not end up exactly like the pack and that's okay!

Names ; Vflower, Flower, Violet, Lilac, Onyx, Noire

Age ; 19-23

Pronouns ; She/He, They/Them, Th!!y/Th!!m, It/Its, Vey/Vem, Ae/Aem, Pet/Petal, Voi/Voids,

Gender ; Gender Apathetic

Attraction ; Cupiosexual Aroace

Species ; Vocaloid (idk if that counts as a species-)

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Source ; Vocaloid

Source Connection ; Low

Role ; Caregiver, Praiser, Sacrifist

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TransID ' s ; Transharmed, Transcultist, Transextrovert, Transowned

Paras ; 🧟, 🔱, 🔫, 🔗

Other ID ' s ; N/A

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Personality ; Calm and collected most of the time, can get a bit excited over things voi likes. Enjoys confusing people and making them question things. Is VERY devoted when they get attached to someone, and ends up pretty dependent on them. The mysterious mom friend that doesn't talk to people much but somehow knows everyone's favorite food, drink, and exactly what they want for their birthday.

~

Faceclaim ;

Art by ; projecttigeri on insta

[invisi-idol]

butterfly themed npt ! 🦋

requested by : @mod-ais-icons

♬ ⋆⁺₊ names :

vivian , vivianna , vada / veda , vera , sara / sarah , sierra , sienna , savannah , gloom , georgia , gaia , kaya , isla , ira , iris , jessie , kelsey , kylee , lindsey / lindsay , lyra , lyric , legacy , leslie , lina , lila , lilac , liliana , lilliale , lilith , misty , moriana , miriam , melody , marley , macy , marcy , darcy , dina , daina / dayna , delia , dahlia , penelope , polly , petunia , alice , angel , angelina

♬ ⋆⁺₊ pronouns :

shy / hyr , hy / hymn , ae / aer , vae / vaer , dae / daer , ey / em , fey / fem

soar / soars , shy / shys , shine / shines , sun / suns , flutter / flutters , flower / flowers , flow / flows , flap / flaps , wing / wings , wonder / wonders , wish / wishes , bud / buds , bloom / blooms , bright / brights , glow / glows

; / ;s , & / &s , ~ / ~s , + / +s

🦋 / 🦋s , 🌼 / 🌼s , 🏵️ / 🏵️s , 🌹 / 🌹s , 🌷 / 🌷s , 🌸 / 🌸s , 🪻 / 🪻s , 🌻 / 🌻s

♬ ⋆⁺₊ titles :

the winged one , the wonderous butterfly , ( prn ) who glows / shines beneath the moon , ( prn ) who shines beneath the sun , the collector , ( prn / noun ) with light in ( prns ) soul / heart