#lmfao this entire scene was gold

[lucybaird]

DAEMON TARGARYEN ↳ house of the dragon 2.03

[blazingblorbos]

Golden Courtyard Ep 2 moments

Yes I’m doing this for every ep; I have a perfectly normal amount of feelings towards these 13 weirdos

h- hello ms. Sakura

KALPAS BEING A MODEL FOR DESIGNER JEANS IS PERHAPS THE EPITOME OF UN-NEEDED BUT VERY WELCOMED HOYOVERSE FAN SERVICE LMAOOO.

  THEY TOOK “KALPASS” AND FUCKING RAN WITH IT DUDE

Pardo is real and she was in a Can suit.��  it makes sense tho; love that for her

and I don’t even need to comment on Griseo’s scene, that was comedy gold— THE WAY SU’S EYES OPENED UPON PERCEIVING THE COVER?> stop

ElyEden fans I know we’re thriving, but I haven’t seen anyone talk about SAKURA’s blatant lesbianism in this frame jfdiohjugnsdfh  and I think that’s criminal.

Nah, gay things aside, the camera pan and sequence of them all sleeping was so cute. I live for (not only found family concepts but) situations where characters with wildly different personalities from all walks of life just.   interact together; it’s so refreshing.

and the way everyone comforted Pardo after her nightmare!!! *aggressive table banging*

[bronx-bomber87]

Happy Monday fandom :) I love these episodes for them. I know they’re not always a fan favorite but I adore them. Just for the Chenford content alone. The married moments, the touching, the sassy banter. What’s not to love? Just like I did for 3x07 I’ll just be analyzing their moments in this ep. Since they’re disconnected from rest of group for most part. Let's get going shall we?

4x16 Real Crime

Sunshine x Grumpy at it's absolute finest kicking this episode off. Lucy is so jazzed to be back. Her little foot kick after she asks how they are? I cannot. She’s so cute. Tim is already over it from the moment his sexy ass hits that chair. It’s so friggin funny. Our king of expressions is on one in this ep. Tim judges Lucy the entire time with serious sass throw in. Their banter mode is on right away and never turns off. We start off with them asking Tim if he saw the last one? Of course he didn't...

Why would he? The only way he would watch it is if Lucy forced him to. haha Lucy rolling her eyes at his answer but with a hint of fondness. She loves her grumpy old man so much. The married train has officially left the station. All aboard. The ride is gonna be hilarious. Tim gets them back on track saying they were first responders to the scene. Tim notes how frustrating it was with all the cameras and coverage nobody saw anything. Nothing useful for the investigation. I mean that is ridiculous tbh. I'm with him on that one.

Lucy tries to add colorful sound bites and Tim is judging her so damn hard. The amount of sass in that second gif. He was not about that line at all. Like who are you right now? Their mini fight in front of the interviewer I’m dying. ‘Why are you SO happy?’ 'I'm being colorful!' LMFAO Lucy defends why she’s doing this and Tim can’t believe it. The bickering in hushed tones is too funny. Like a true couple. Lucy imitating a wife scolding her husband while defending herself.

God I love these idiots sfm. Naturally this is the last thing Tim wants to be doing. The shake of his head above is one of many to come. We all know he would much rather be out on the streets than dealing with this circus. Lucy going the opposite direction. Wanting to get them as many segments as possible We all know the less he's in this the better for him. He barely wants to be in the amount he's in now. heh

This next section is one of my faves. First off I love and commend Lucy’s confidence to just rap in public. I adore her so very much. She couldn’t be cuter in this episode if she tried. Of course she has a karaoke jam I adore her. She is more than happy to share this info. We’ve talked about Eric’s comedic timing. He is absolute gold in this.

His reactions from start to finish are what make this portion so amusing. Goes from 'Huh?' to 'WTF is happening?' It's so funny every time I watch it. Tim doesn't need to say anything. His facial expressions say it all. The sheer amount of judgement he is throwing her way is immense. This is the woman you’ve chosen to love Timothy LOL

Lucy is in her own world as she jams this out. Tim is next her with all the judgment he can muster. These moments are one of the many reasons why he loves her though. Just being 100 percent herself no shame in the game. We know it’s these types of goobery scenes that he actually enjoys from her. She looks so joyful and happy when she turns to sing at him. Then she see's his reaction.... Prompting the iconic line below that always makes me laugh.

Tim’s confusion of her rapping is everything I have to say. I think she’s partly trying to impress him with her rapping skills. He doesn’t give her anything though. LOL They’re so cute I might burst. The marriage moment to end this scene is the best. ‘Can I be interviewed alone? ‘ LMFAO. She is already over his grumpy ass and I’m laughing so hard. Eric and Melissa play off each other so well. It’s a delight to watch them. They have so much chemistry just sitting next to one another. It''s unreal.

We flit back to them talking about Aaron’s father’s musical partner. Tim delivers a ‘colorful’ sound bit of his own. Lucy is beaming with pride. So much so she has to say to make sure it's noted. Interrupting to heap on that praise. Then casually touches his arm. Not a short touch either. It's 4 seconds. Yes I counted heh She lingers. I love watching Tim get all fidgety and hot under the collar after she does this.

Wringing his hands to shake off the feelings washing over him. Trying not to have his feelings recorded for this documentary. Too late... It’s so cute because one he clearly got a little contact high off that touch. Two she just complimented him publicly with the proudest look on her face. He is riding high ha Look at her. That is proud wifey mode right there. Especially after he thanks her for the compliment.

She tries to put herself back in check but is brimming with giddiness. It's adorable. I cannot with these two. *heart clutch* Be more in love please. It's one of those 'Everyone knows but them moments.' He’s also just so cute when he says ‘Thanks..’ haha Oh my Timothy you are so out of your depth with this documentary. But so adorable I wanna squeeze you. Part me of thinks he was trying to get into this for Lucy. Impress her a little with his quote. Mission accomplished sir. Your girl was very proud. Love these idiots in love so much.

Their chemistry is so palpable in these scenes. They're asked a question about the knife in Aaron's kitchen. Saying his DNA was all over the murder weapon. Well duh....Lucy slams the interviewer hard with some solid logic and sass. They're trying to implicate Aaron for having DNA all over the knife in his kitchen... Lucy absolutely destroys this guy's stupid question. Then starts to feel bad afterwards. Checks in with hubby and asks if that was too mean?

Lucy couldn't be cuter turning to her person for feedback. Her immediate reaction to do so getting me all in the feels. I adore him backing her like he does. She looks to him for reassurance and he gives it to her in spades. Saying no that it actually felt good. To be able to stick it to them a bit. You know he is proud of her for doing so. Instead of doing an evocative soundbite she knocked them down a peg. He didn't need to help her in the dept. But the support one? Nailed it.

I love her proud and smug face when he says it was a dumb question. Careful Lucy your feelings are showing my love. Look at her in that first gif. She a ten but crap at hiding her feelings. The second gif is that same look she always gets when he compliments her. *sigh* I just love them. He backs her so fiercely here and Lucy is so ecstatic with his reply. It’s all over her face especially in the last one. That smug smile when he validates her is everything fo her. Basically saying my hubby says I'm right so that means I am haha

Tag team of smug righteousness and it’s amazing. He is oozing proudness in this moment for her. He followed it up with having her back and she’s a happy girl. Let’s not forget the gloriousness that is Tim’s biceps and forearms out on display. Mmm defending his girl and his arms are crossed? Pass the ice water imma need it. This man is deliciously fit and I too am a happy girl in this moment.

The case leads them to a woman named Colette who was brought home to their apt that same night. She had a controlling BF that was never questioned. Cue back to Lucy and Tim. Lucy explaining how a group of internet sleuths found him. How they spent countless hours investigating Aaron’s case. Tim notes this group also pointed the finger at a lot of innocent people ruining their lives… Lucy comments some of the members went little too far.... That's putting it lightly. lol

It’s here the interviewer reveals a prominent poster named ‘truecrimejunkie.’ Implying it’s Lucy who posts under that name. The amount of sass Tim is throwing her way is hysterical. I'm laughing so very hard. Tim’s reaction is the best part of this whole scene. It’s the intense stare down he does. This episode has me laughing from beginning to end. The way he fully turns to her is hilarious. Making fun of his wife with just a look. Lucy stumbling around for words and coming up short.

That moment when your husband finds out about your secret internet life LOL Lucy could not be more embarrassed. Stuttering trying to defend herself to Tim. It’s so funny. It finishes off with Tim’s ‘Seriously?’ Eric and Melissa are a god damn treasure. We are so lucky to have them. It's truly mind blowing the chemistry these two have just with their banter alone. What makes these episodes so very good with their segments. They are the best part with their back and forth. I love this episode for them. I defy you not to laugh or smile with this one.

It comes out Aaron’s mom was in Paris the day Patrick was murdered. Lucy gets all hyped up when they ask what they thought of this? The true crime junkie in her coming out. Saying what a game changer it was. Tim brings her back down to earth with his reply. Lucy doing her cute ‘Well yeah…’

Tim shaking his head. Not at her but this whole documentary. He hates the feelings/people being exploited in this whole thing. Doesn’t sit well with him at all. Once again proving Tim is just a good man on the daily. Not trying to impress anyone with it. It's just who he is as person. His integrity deeply ingrained in him.

Unlike the clown. He's not even in this one but I had to point this out and take a shot. lol Also let's not ignore the GLORIOUS forearm/bicep porn here. My god it's a miracle his work shirt contains those guns of his. Bursting at the seams with muscled goodness. I’m here for it. He could bench press me any day. I'm available is all I'm saying...

We cut back to Tim and Lucy talking about the case being closed. They have their killer finally. Aaron has been exonerated in the process. She starts on another ‘colorful’ bit and stops herself. Rubbing her tattoo feeling how wrong this is. The way she stops herself mid sentence knowing this. Tim jumping in saying ‘Feels gross doesn’t it?’ She agrees and says 'Yeah.'

Look at Lucy growing in this documentary at the end. No longer wanting to do 'colorful' sound bites to get them more time. Being much more focused on respecting those involved. Her ending statement is much better than her potential ‘juicy sound bite’ Look at our babies still growing. I love this episode. So nice to have after a clown fueled previous ep.

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Side notes non-Chenford

Everyone is funny on these types of episodes. Always enjoy their bits. Especially Harper haha

Patrick’s dad coming to apologize to Aaron was a really nice way to close that chapter of his life. Was very sweet.

Thank you as always to those who like, comment and reblog. I appreciate you all more than you’ll ever know. See you all in 4x17 :)

[wreckedandpolemic]

bondage/shibari 💚

neither regret me nor white and gold matty have the patience for proper shibari lmfao. but!! bondage is a hard yes for both of them. white and gold matty will tie you up with whatever’s on hand, his tie, his belt, a hair ribbon, you name it. he loves having you all helpless like that, barely able to move while he either edges you into oblivion or overloads you with orgasms until you can hardly breathe…

regret me matty loves to tie you up and do whatever he wants to you, but the other way around… yeah, that’s a sweet spot. he owns multiple pairs of handcuffs, lets you cuff him to the bed and ride him, your chest heaving and tits bouncing. but it’s so much more fun to tie him spread eagle on your bed, get him hard and then turn away to do something else. his pleading little whines as you type away on your laptop fall straight to your cunt, desire itching under your skin. then you fuck him until he’s seeing stars <3

actress!au matty though? full on shibari kink <3 like, hook installed on his bedroom ceiling level of full on shibari kink. the look of concentration on his face while he loops the rope over your skin melting into lust as he admires his creation… ugh dreamy. it helps you too, gets you out of your head and free-falling in sensation, your mind entirely liquid by the time he lays you down and fucks you. your manager is not happy when you show up on set with rope burns, but the look on matty’s face when you point out the scene it wasn’t covered properly and his mark on you is immortalised to film… priceless.

[chaikachi]

Omg I never noticed the mirrored rg scenes like wtf?was it intentional? Ahah of course completely accidental coincidence ofc, bc we know how crwby is hehe lmfao rofl,

unless..?

(you owe me some brain cells,I'll never be the same after that post)

RWBY IS BUILT ON PARALLELS, FRIEND. THERE'S NO WAY IT WASN'T ON PURPOSE.

Their entire story arc together has been mirrored 🥺

Red vs. Green. Silver vs. Gold. Moon vs. Sun. What are you vs. Who are you. The Rose vs. The Little Prince. Six of Swans vs. Rumpelstiltskin. Dorothy vs. Tip. Chooses adventure vs. Chosen by adventure. The smaller more honest soul vs. The man with two souls. It just keeps going... They've always mirrored each other. Even their scenes do!! When they first met we got

Oscar: You... have silver eyes. Ruby: Who... are you?

mirroring speech patterns.

Then we got

Oscar: Heh... sorry! I've just never met huntsmen or huntresses before. Ruby: Well, we've never met a person with two souls! First times all around.

mirroring speech patterns again but Ruby also copies him in the fumble later on!!!

Ruby: Heh... sorry! I didn't mean to interrupt. Oscar: You didn't, actually!

Then the two of them turning around at the same time to wish each other luck?? the way Ruby literally JUMPS OFF THE GROUND WHEN SHE DOES?!?!

They're insufferable (affectionate) and they can't keep getting away with this (they can and they will).

[ahamkara-apologist]

For the NSFT micro fics: Number 4 "Are you hard? Here?". My thought is a ghost incredulous at their guardian because who pops one in the middle of a sortie. but go crazy

ARE YOU KIDDING ME THIS IS LITERALLY PERFECT FOR MY HUNTER LMFAO

Micro fic prompts (SFW) | NSFT Fic prompts (do i even need to say it)

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Aeris didn’t like the Crucible. 

It wasn’t Shaxx that was the problem, or how loud he yelled (though Aeris did wish that he wasn’t so terrifyingly loud sometimes). It was the fact that it was televised and that there was a whole culture surrounding it that gave him pause, made him feel like a wolf walking among dogs. He didn’t understand their rituals. He didn’t like the feeling of a hundred thousand eyes watching him through the screen, yearning to see the Young Wolf on a hunt. Marcelline loved it, thrived under it- but he was not his half-sister.

Iron Banner was a little different. Iron Banner was more a test of skill than a game, a competition among guardians to master the art of bloodsport. Iron Banner he could do- and he would not be paralyzed by the sudden booming echo of Shaxx’s voice, painfully loud no matter how much Ghost tried to adjust the volume in his helmet. 

The problem he was facing now, however? It had nothing to do with the Crucible. 

Lord Saladin’s voice snarled in his ear, a low, hearty rumble that shivered through his teeth just right. Aeris slid behind cover, nocking another arrow to his bow, breath hissing through his teeth. He was trembling, high off the heady mixture of adrenaline and fear, and while he’d taken a decent number of kills already, his count was starting to flag. 

The problem was the warlock on the enemy team. Broad-chested, tall, and deeply confident, he soared through the battlefield like an angel of death, scorching and devouring everyone in his path. Aeris had blown the heads off of several of his teammates so far, but everytime the warlock drifted into the scene, he faltered, and inevitably, all of his shots went wide.  

Which led him here. 

He heard boots coming from around the corner, the crackle of solar fire as someone readied their grenade. Too close for a bow, but he was agile and quick and it was what he was most comfortable with, so he didn’t swap it out for the shotgun that Marcie loaned him. He took a deep, steadying breath instead, and, bolstered by the numb buzz of fear in his limbs, slid out of cover to confront his foe. 

It was the enemy warlock, and he was far closer than Aeris had originally assumed, submachine gun at the ready while the grenade arced towards his hiding spot. He’d been flushed out earlier than the other guardian had expected, and he could see his surprise in the way he jolted in response, before he opened fire on Aeris, clipping him on the leg. 

The sudden pain felt like nothing under the ringing in his head. A bow was too close for this. He forwent it entirely, and instead chose to pluck at the strings of the universe, pulling the threads together to form a knife. The blade sliced through shields and the black-and-gold robes as if they weren’t even there, puncturing a lung, and Aeris leapt forward at the sight of blood, a second knife at the ready. What he got instead was a concussive blast of pure Light to the throat, and, while he was still reeling from all of the air in his lungs being knocked from his chest, the feeling of fingers closing around his throat. 

He grabbed for the wrist, but at that point, he was on his back, pinned to the ground and rapidly disintegrating. The warlock had begun to Devour him, stripping away his molecules to fill in the hole punched through his chest, and Aeris could see the faint outline of a broad, stubbled jawline through his helm and the edge of a wicked smile and- 

He came awake at the spawnpoint with a gasp of terror, a full-body buzz permeating his senses. His radar was empty, guns laid out in a neat line beside his body. He took them up automatically as he sat up, head still spinning from his death, heart still beating in a rush. His blood felt too hot for his body, and- 

“That one was close! You nearly had him there.” Ghost compiled near his shoulder, scanning him over with a critical eye. Aeris tried to touch a hand to his cheek as his soulmate flew around him in a ring but met only the hard ridges of his helm; his nerves were alight with something he couldn’t name, and- “Stay still, your vitals are all out of wack, I want to check that I revived you properly. Don’t give up, we’ll prove that you’re just as good in the Crucible as you are in the field yet- wait are you hard?! Here?!”

Ghost’s incredulous, offended accusation snapped Aeris out of the fog of confusion still permeating his mind. He looked down, dumbfounded- and ah, yes, there it was. The source of the mixed signals: he had a hard on.

His thoughts flashed to broad shoulders clad in black-and-gold robes, of a cocky grin and the feeling of being pinned down. It didn’t help his current predicament. Ghost shot him a scalding glare, and, with a flush of embarrassment and a muttered apology, he loaded his guns and returned to the fray, trying his best to keep his hips angled away from where the cameras would be. 

…He was very happy that he was not wearing his iridescent pants for this match.

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It was worse with the Eliksni. 

With other humans, there was still an element of trepidation that haunted him, an awareness of how clumsy and out-of-place he was when he tried to interact with them. It was apparent with everyone he talked to on some degree or another, perpetually present no matter how friendly they were about it or not. He was not like them; his brain did not work the same way that theirs did. While this did not bother him most of the time, it often made life among his own species very difficult, and it made successful attachments of his own volition near-impossible. He was an alien among his own kind. 

With the Eliksni, it was different. They were aliens among other aliens, and the social gap could not be blamed on a failure of his own mind. Their faces were not like human faces- they did not twist and writhe into thousands of different microexpressions that he was expected to read or mimic. Every snort and squint and flare of mandibles or facial bristles was something that could be written down and categorized, and was often paired with an auditorily-distinct sound that, even when outside of his hearing range, he could often feel well enough to interpret what was happening. They often spoke their minds clearly, and looked down on subterfuge, for they were beings of honour and ritual, and that dedication to proper rites paired with their rigid hierarchies made it much easier to memorize and mimic than the treacherous waters of human politics. 

And they were big. Big enough to dwarf him, instead of the other way around. Among their midst, he was not the tall, gangly, pale-faced, dead-eyed being that lurked in the corners and scared passerby. He was just another human. A bit odd, yes, but so were humans in general. It was his reputation that set him apart, not his personal state of being- and his reputation did not set him on a pedestal with them the same way that it did among the inhabitants of the City. 

Little surprise, then, that the more he integrated into their society, the more he found them attractive. Or, at least…the more aware he became of his attraction. 

Aeris stared out to the side of the camera broadcasting the Coalition meeting to the Last City, stonefaced and rigid in his seat, the very picture of a stoic and attentive warrior. To his side, Misraaks towered over him, speaking of House Light’s resolve to rebuild what had been lost in the war with the Witness, how Eliksni engineers would join hands with the constriction crews in a heartbeat if only the City willed it- or something like that. In truth, Aeris had stopped listening a while ago, and was instead trying not to focus on the pulsing heat coiling in his abdomen as Misraaks continued to speak, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that reminded Aeris of…other times. That he was close enough for him to feel the vibration of his subvocals in his chest and smell the sweetness of the ether on his breath was not helping matters. Aeris was just glad that the wartable covered everyone from the waist down, and that there was no wind to stir the hair covering his ears; the way they were burning was indicative enough of how Misraaks’s proximity was affecting him.

Guardian, Ghost said in despair, and Aeris very carefully did not reach out to him as the soft thread of their neural link nudged closer to his thoughts. Please tell me that you’re not aroused right now. 

Aeris didn’t respond. He didn’t need to. The way his dick strained against his pants was damning enough, and he knew that Ghost didn’t need to peek under the table in order to read his vital signs. This was one of those scenarios where Ghost just had to ask because he had run out of every option but to beg, and Aeris would not dash his hopes by dignifying him with an answer.

The Empress stepped up next, and began to boom about the empire’s colony ships potentially being brought closer to Earth to engage in easier trade now that the threat of the Witness was no longer at hand. Misraaks excused himself with a polite bow and a murmured apology, and some of Aeris’s tension went with him, his body sinking a little deeper into the seat as the source of his problems left the room. In the aftermath, the sound of Caiatl’s voice was more of a drone of noise than something that sent shivers down his spine, and the meat of what she was discussing (something about having economic representatives of both her people and those of the Last City agree on taxes) eliminated his problem altogether. He didn’t think he’d ever gone flaccid so quickly in his reborn life.  

He wondered when Misraaks’s cycle would hit him next. When it came, he’d be ready. 

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It was the worst with Taniks.

There was just something about him that called to the most primal parts of him- the fear, the prey animal desperation, fight-or-flight filling his limbs with burning energy. He had first faced him when he was still just a newling thing, uncertain with his Light despite all the praises heaped on him otherwise, and the terror of that encounter still haunted him just as much as it intrigued him. To be challenged to a fight, and then win it by the skin of your teeth, knowing that guardians who had been better than him had failed? It had felt like sheer luck at the time. His first real dose of killing a legend, and coming out of it alive, even though he didn’t think that he should.   

The subsequent encounters had not made the terror of the first any less real- just more intimate. He went from a crow nipping at the heels of a lion to an actual rival, one that had grown to hate him more for every moment that he slipped between his teeth. Unfortunately, that just heightened the intrigue for him. They said that Taniks was a monster, and yet in him, Aeris saw a dark mirror of himself- a seasoned killer, a relentless hunter, one who could not die and would do anything in his power to eliminate his target. The chosen means for their respective rulers to clean out their opposition, comfortable in the fact that the job would be done no matter what.  

The only difference between them was that where Taniks was feared and resented by his people, Aeris was loved. And yet…he wasn’t entirely sure if that love was something that he wanted. He didn’t think that it was something he wanted from Taniks; this keen, yearning hunger was foreign enough to him as-is. It wasn’t like anything else that he felt, outside of a few sparse moments with a select few other men. And even then, those moments were usually flashes of curiosity, paired with boredom or the desire to appease. Taniks wasn’t that. 

And yet.

Being blindsided by the Nightmare of Taniks had reminded him of that again, and it had done so violently. It had hunted him over the surface of Luna, turning a basic patrol for Eris into a desperate scramble to get the upper hand before he was torn to bits in a pit of some Hive filth. The familiar low, purring growl that Taniks made as he stalked his prey had been the only warning he’d gotten before the Nightmare had descended upon him, and it had kickstarted a fear response before the rest of his brain could catch up with him, making him fumble his arrow right as its all-too-corporeal claws had sunk into his leg. The resulting fight had been more of an inelegant chase than an actual battle, and yet the challenge had warmed his blood better than any ether concoction or Eliksni tonic could possibly dream of.    

It was his laugh, he thought, as he dragged a useless, bloodied limb behind him, dirtying the wound with lunar regolith. It was his roar, that deep, mocking sound paired with the furious, hateful sound of approaching devastation. There was just something about Taniks’s voice that made his fight-or-flight mode go wild, sent adrenaline surging through him at the slightest snarl, had him tripping on its high. Even just the rumble of his engines would send his heart rate spiking, to say the least of what happened when the huge mercenary was nearly on top of him.

Aeris stumbled into a little cave on the side of a cliff, more of a divot in the moon rock than anything else, then braced his back against the wall. He was breathing hard, the sensors in his helmet blaring warning signs at him, but the pain was a distant drone against the buzz of everything else going on in his brain, adding to the jumble of overwhelming sensations. Primary among them was the feeling of phantom claws bruising his windpipe; when the Nightmare had finally caught him, it had grabbed him by the throat and lifted him in the air, dangling him like a toy from his claws. Even though it was just a manifestation of the Darkness, it had felt horribly, painfully real. He’d forced it to drop him with a glaive to the throat, but the fall had broken his leg. He’d patched it with enough light to stand, and the resulting battle had been short and brutally quick, a whirlwind of scorch cannon blasts and swiping claws and the roar of blood in his ears and the need to go, to survive, each moment a struggle and each second an eternity. 

He was horribly, painfully hard. 

“Aeris, please stop digging your fingers into the wound, you’re going to make it worse for me to clean- oh, of course you’re…like that.” Ghost sighed in disappointment, fins drooping around his core. “I honestly don’t even know what I expected at this point.”

Aeris didn’t look at him. He moved his hand for Ghost to fix him, then brought shaking fingers up to fumble at the catch of his belt, unable to think of anything other than the neediness singing through his body. Ghost made a noise of disgust, said something about how it was disrespectful to all the other guardians who died like this, but Aeris tuned it out. All that he could think about was his size, his heat, his laugh. The ease at which the Nightmare had picked him up and grinned wickedly back at him, as if it knew what exactly it was doing to him even though his own mind had failed to catch up to the demands of his body. 

Came from himself. Probably did. 

Ghost, seeing that he couldn’t listen at the moment, decompiled for privacy. His dick sprung free from his pants, and he sighed in relief, the uncomfortable pressure replaced for the cold bite of Luna’s air. The roughness of his gauntlets was nigh-painful, but his palms were already wet from his own blood, and that made it slick enough for him to pump his shaft without pain, sliding his foreskin over his glans so that he could pinch it closed to rub the sensitive head underneath without coming too close to the too-much edge of pain. 

Taniks could break him. Would break him, even if he didn’t ask. He’d pin him down with one broad hand and loom over him and it would take no effort, no effort at all. Even Misraaks struggled to get him fully held down sometimes when he was assisting with his heat- but then again, he was paracausal, and Misraaks was always far gentler than he needed to be, even gripped in the maw of the Gnaw. 

He was a big Eliksni. What would his cocks look like? Aeris moved his hand a little faster, breath coming in ragged pants as he thought about it. Probably longer than Misraaks, and that was saying something. Thicker, too. He’d split him open and drive in deep, and with the way Taniks acted, he knew there would be no respite. No, Taniks would just move straight to fucking him, and he’d use him as he wished, laughing at every squirm and whine and cry of pain that Aeris would make under him, mocking him for his discomfort. He’d break him, push his limits without a care, and Aeris would be forced to remember that he was not an invincible god-killer, not a weapon, but a man. A man who could be pinned down and bred by someone far stronger than him, who was just as susceptible to pain and pleasure as anyone else, someone who was alive and living in a body whose only uniqueness was that it was carved out by the light, who could still be broken and kept and used by anyone who would indulge him when he begged, and Taniks would not even need him to beg-

He wanted- he wanted him to- 

He came hard onto the floor of the cave, groaning behind clenched teeth as he spilled over silver-coated bone and dusty regolith, the pads of his gloves pressing painfully into velvet-soft skin. His head pounded with each pulse of his dick, abdomen clenching with more than just the force of his release; he had been worked up for a good long while, and it had been some time since he’d last tended to his needs. His left leg jittered uncontrollably, the claws of his gauntlets digging into the wall in a valiant effort to keep him upright, until he just gave up entirely and slid down to the floor, rubbing the sweet spot just behind the head of his cock with the pad of his thumb as he rode out the last few tremors of his orgasm.

Then he just sat and breathed for a bit. The fuzz in his head had gone away. The tension singing through his bones had gone. Everything was clear, and everything was quiet- at least, as quiet as the Moon could be, with the roaring of the Hive and the echoes of the damned. There were threads of semen dripping off of his hand, which he distantly registered as being probably pretty gross, but he’d managed to get the majority of his load on the ground and none on his clothes, which was a win. Maybe not for the dirt of the cave, but that wasn’t exactly occupied, anyways. 

He eyed the puddle of genetic material he’d left behind (a sizeable amount- he really needed to masturbate more, for his own health if not anything else), then kicked some more regolith over it. It kind of covered it. He kicked some more over, burying it in with Traveler-knew-whatever-else fluids had likely been spilled in the dust, and then sneezed when some of it managed to slip in past the filter on his helmet, despite it being brand new. 

Eventually, Ghost popped back into his mind, somehow managing to sound both apologetic and sternly disapproving all at once. A Hive scouting party is mobilizing in the area. We need to get out of here before they find us, or you’re going to have a whole lot more problems on your hand than just…whatever your thing for large scary men is.  

Aeris shook his own cum off his gauntlets, and sighed. He tucked himself away, then stood (grimacing at the way his calf cramped in return) to return to the hoverboard he left outside- which, after a quick calculation of how shaky his legs still were after that orgasm, he decided to switch out for a sparrow before blasting off to finish his patrol.

He’d evaluate his own taste in men someday. But for now- for now he needed to help the other Eris. And he needed to not think about Taniks the Scarred.

…At least not until he found an appropriately sized toy for the occasion. 

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3, 6, 12, and 19!

I could have sworn I sent one but I might have totally hallucinated that lol.

That happens to me a lot ahahah

3. Favorite non-human character?

Probably Aja and Krel. I know there are people don’t love 3Below, but I do and I think they’re amazing characters who were written beautifully and had some of the best moments in the entire TOA series.

I also love ARRRGH.

I mean like Douxie too but again, obvious answer.

6. Favorite episode from Trollhunters?

There are so many.

To narrow it down so we aren’t here all night, I lovelovelove “Just add Water” and “Creepslayerz” (s2 ep 8 and 9 respectively) because it’s so extremely clever. I love seeing the connections between them. It’s the beginning of Steve and Eli’s friendship/Steve’s redemption arc. The flour babies are everything to me. For the contents of the episodes they’re surprisingly wholesome? I liked getting to hear more about Toby’s past, his parents, it was sad but it gave a glimpse into him that was really needed imo.

Dorkstone lmfao.

And please the masterpiece that is Steven Yuen and Cole Sand singing in the credits and their whole bit is GOLD.

12. Which would you be: troll, alien/akiridion, wizard?

Wizard. This totally isn’t based on my biased towards a blue haired emo guitarist wizard. No not at all. Ngl tho I think I could pull off being a Wizard, probably more like what Zoe has going on. I just like wizards and wizard magic the best.

19. Favorite scene from Wizards?

THE Douxie and Morgana fight hands DOWN. I really don’t think that needs elaborating aha.

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He saw her at daybreak - Part 7

Summary: The babe is growing steadily, and with merely three moons left in her pregnancy Rhaena begins to feel the calling of a dragon…

Warnings: None for this chapter!

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P.S: AGGHHHH BLEH BLEH I'M BACKK!!

PLEASE, if you haven't been following my spotty updates on Tumblr, I basically wrote this entire chapter about month or more ago…and it totaled out to about 30k words in length…and the I reread it and hated it! LMfAO, so, I've been going through it slowly trying to make it tolerable, and in that process I've realized that I don't mind this first half too much! I think it's pretty good, so I decided I'd cut the chapter in half and let y'all read this bit! For those of you still care about this weird smutty fic!

This half isn't smutty i'm afraid to say, but the next half will have the other 20k words in it…so that'll have the sex scene it! Either way, long time coming! Hopefully you all enjoy it!!!

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The rest of that evening had been calm and peaceful, mainly due to Rhaena stealing her husband away, to enjoy the serene nature of the grassy fields that faced Dragon mound. 

Aemond had Maester Varion push his last two hearings over to the following day, giving him the free time to lay with her and Vhagar in the grassy fields as the sun slowly began to set on the horizon. Rhaena had always thought this spot, here on the peak, was one of the most perfect spots to witness a sunset here on Dragonstone. The saturated orange glow of the setting sun bathed the grass and anything on it in such an ethereal way, everything glowed like pure gold. 

Truly the Golden Hour.  

With a soft tranquil breeze that ruffled and flowed over against them. Rhaena had leaned herself back against the solid massive heat that was Vhagar's side, while Aemond had comfortably rested his head on her lap. His body laid out on the cool grass, casual and relaxed, as he crossed his arms. 

For once, truly, Rhaena's mind was at ease, sitting here in their shared comfortable silence. With her fingers absentmindedly running through his hair, Aemond had closed his eyes, either just as peacefully soaking in their solitude or just as likely he might have found himself comfortable enough for a light nap. 

Not unlike his bonded dragon, Vhagar, the legendary she-beast could be heard purring soundly, a massaging rumbly feeling that vibrated against Rhaena's back.  

Just off in the distance, Rhaena could see the great King of the dragons, Vermithor, nestled closely with his beautiful mate, the iridescent Silverwing. Seeing them together like this often brought back old memories of Rhaena's childhood, when she'd run these fields with her siblings and their own dragons. Back when they could sit with Caraxes and Syrax, and kepa would tell them all wild and exciting tales from his youth, the many exiles he'd experienced for annoying and angering his grandmother or aptly, his elder brother. Of his battle in the Stepstones, a personal favourite for all of the kids then. Sometimes he'd tell them about muña Rhaenyra in her youth, tales that made her blush and swat him affectionately. 

But most cherished of all, to Rhaena at least, were when he told them all of how he'd courted the girls' other mother, their birth mother, muña Laena. 

It always sounded so fantastical and romantic, Rhaena had always loved to hear of it, even when her muña was still alive. But after her death, she supposed it meant all the more to know that her kepa hadn't forgotten her. That even though he'd found love again, he'd never let go of his previous love…he never let her name or her memory fade into oblivion. 

And she loved him dearly for that. 

It was also never lost on her, the incredibly soft, fond expression Rhaenyra had whenever he spoke of Laena. A clear expression of someone who also once loved her mother.

Though, of course, by now Rhaenyra had been more of a mother to Rhaena than her birth mother, Laena, had ever gotten to be. This coming year, it would be eleven years since Laena died…eleven years since Rhaenyra had respectfully taken her spot in Rhaena and Baela's lives. 

And just as well…this coming year…Rhaena would have a babe of her own. 

Frightful business indeed…but exciting nonetheless. 

Rhaena's little train of thought had swiftly eroded away as a new surge of energy started to spark within her. It started like a low hum…sizzling…sparking in the pit of her stomach, a faint tingle ringing throughout her body like full-bodied butterflies. 

It was a feeling that sought attention…beckoning her over…and as her eyes searched around for the source. 

Rhaena found herself gazing directly over at the glorious iridescent beauty, pink and white, light and regal…the Queenly she-dragon, Silverwing. 

It wouldn't have caught her as off guard as it did…except, the dragon in question was gazing right back at her. 

From across the vast field, their eyes met with fire-like intensity, something Rhaena had never felt before. 

Surely this wasn't…

Not now…

After all these years…

The calling .

No. 

It couldn't be. 

Quickly she broke the line of sight, and tried to distract herself with conversation. 

"Aemond," Rhaena breathed, still slightly startled, still in disbelief over what she assumed might be happening…but Silverwing would not move to her. If this was…what she thought it was…she'd have to make that move herself. 

And for now…she wasn't sure she wanted to. 

She wasn't sure she could…even if she did. 

Eighteen years…her entire life she'd never wanted anything more. And now she was too scared to take it…claim it. 

Maybe it wasn't fear . 

Maybe she found herself existing in a false sense of acceptance. 

Rhaena Targaryen…the only Targaryen in her current living family to not have a dragon. 

This was a fact. 

And it had been for years. 

Was she really meant to change that now? 

"Hmm," upon her lap, Aemond hummed faintly, whether he had in fact been resting or not, she couldn't be sure, but she had his attention now.

So she figured she'd use it, redirect her thoughts into something else, "the babe…do think we'll have a boy or girl? Or perhaps twins…they are quite common in our family…"

Her sentence trailed off into silence…try as she might, she could not focus. 

That electrifying feeling ached and demanded attention. 

Thankfully, she supposed, Aemond hadn't noticed the subtle change in her demeanor. Instead letting her casual question marinade as he turned his head towards her belly and pressed a soft kiss against her. His hand reaching up to caress the curve, "since they're coming from you, I wouldn't care what you birth." 

"I could birth a deformed dragon creature," Rhaena had meant it as a slight jest, but the moment the words left her mouth, she realized there was a true possibility that she could. House Targaryen prided itself on pure Valyrian blood matches…and seeing how both of their fathers' were brothers and indeed incredibly pureblooded. 

A true dragon-like babe was a real possibility. 

Not a likely one…but a possibility nonetheless. 

"I'd love them just the same," had been Aemond's calm response as he pulled himself up, sitting in front of her as he eyed her closely, "why do you ask?" 

"Oh! No particular reason, just curiosity," she smiled sweetly, pulling her legs up and crossing them, "I just know, most men would prefer sons…is all." 

Real authentic, nice work…

It wasn't at all, but it seemed to pass well enough. At the very least, the more she distracted herself with this pleasant conversation…the more time she'd be able to give herself to truly comprehend what was happening within her. 

Softly, her mated dragon pulled her from her thoughts, she was drowning in them but thankfully he provided sanctuary. As he caressed her cheek, his indigo eye held her gaze quite intensely, it seemed as if he was trying to read between the lines. To view something upon her face that she hadn’t purposely realized she’d given in to, an expression, a twitch, a look…something to reveal more than what she had said. 

And part of worried he might have seen what he was looking for…that he would be able to see right through her. 

Her thoughts of callings and Silverwing …

Although, why she felt the need to keep these odd feelings to herself…she couldn't say. 

But she didn't wish to attempt describing this discomfort when she wasn't entirely sure about it herself. 

It had nothing to do with the symptoms she felt due to the babe and even then she’d barely been able to explain herself.

"You should be happy to know that I am not like most men," his voice was so low and smooth, silk-like in its delivery, while his gaze was so intense yet charming. His lips had begun to quirk upwards, something playful mixing in with his usual cunning smirk. As his hand slid from her cheek and down to her chin, his thumb affectionately stroked down over her lower lip to the shallow dimple on her chin. Such a simple gesture had managed to fluster her if only slightly, his tone had simpered down to a suggestive rasp, as he queried,  "now, which were you hoping for, byka ābrazȳrys?" little wife?

Oh, how she loved when his voice did that. 

Such a simple question, and yet, now he had her swallowing thickly and biting her lip.

"I couldn't possibly…" Rhaena spluttered, her voice all airy yet bereft, her eyes darting upwards towards the sky for just a moment, to calm her heated chest and mind. All the while his patience was unyielding…calm and planted like a purposeful current in a rushing river. When her eyes finally returned to him, she decided she might as well divulge a truth she’d once known, "hmm, well…a few moons ago. When I first heard that I was with child, rather instantly I imagined us having an adorable little boy. And it seems, ever since, I’ve only ever been dreaming of him in more vivid detail."

There a mixture of sweet fondness filtered through Aemond’s heated gaze, silently urging her on, clearly he was patiently waiting to hear more of her innocent dreams for their little growing family. 

And so Rhaena thought she would indulge him with the details, letting her own hand reach for his cheek, as a naturally sweet smile grew on her own lips, "well, in my dreams, he always looks like a cute little version of you. And he has your eyes, deep and dark, that perfect indigo shade that so simply draws one in. He has your sharp cheekbones, but with really chubby cheeks. He also has your jaw, and maybe your eyebrows. Really floppy pale blonde curls, and maybe his skin is just a shade lighter than my own. But what I remember most, every time, is his adorable little laugh, it tugs at my heart even though I know I’ve only created it in my mind myself. But he smiles so much…all of the time. He’s such a happy little babe…and his smiles are so much like your own mischievous ones. He’s the most perfect little thing in my mind." 

Rhaena had fallen into a slight daze, practically gushing over every little detail she’d imagined for their child. For even as she was only describing a dream…a fictionalized created image to her husband, one she’d seen a dozen times by now. It still felt oddly cementing to admit it all out loud, as if she was speaking this child into existence…truly cementing the idea that this little boy might be theirs…that he might be real. That her current little gremlin which she carried within her at this very moment, was possibly in fact the very same babe from her dreams. 

Aemond for his part looked as if he had enjoyed her description, his face held an incredibly fond expression as he seemed to be putting her words to an image in his own mind. Especially grinning deviously once she’d gotten to the end of it all, “ mischievous smiles, are they," his free hand slipping around her waist, pulling her close to him, practically up onto his own lap, "wouldn’t you think it’s a dangerous thing to want our son to be the spitting image of me."

Her body instantly warmed, engulfed in the heat of his response with the added feel of being held in his larger more muscular arms. Rhaena might have planned on laughing, giggling brightly really, but his movements were faster. The nimble speed in which he tipped her chin up for his own easy access to her lips, just as fiercely as ever, he devoured her with a deeply passionate yet possessive kiss. She’d sighed instantly, melting against him wholly, as his heated tongue slipped through her parted lips. Delving into the molten heat of her own mouth and she did the same to his, her tongue roving over and syncing into a fire-like dance they’d played a million times over. And even so, her body always reacted the same, sparking live-electric currents through her blood. Like an itch only he could ever scratch for her, with just a kiss he held so much power over her.   

Their rising tension seemed to connect with Aemond’s bonded mount, as Rhaena could hear Vhagar ruffling and rumbling behind her. Not that it stopped her husband, he only tugged her closer. Pressing her against him as much as he possibly could, desperate to feel the heat of their bodies entwined and bound together. 

If he wasn’t careful, they’d end up writhing against one another in this field… once again .

For they’d done it several times before.

It was an active pull of force, to work against the current of energy her body was willing with his own, to deny the primal urge to feel his large member thrusted deep within her again so soon. But by the time Rhaena had found the resolve to want to pull herself back just enough to breathe, it felt as if she was pulling herself out of a heated trance. Her lips still desired to cling to his, latched on with near animalistic intent as her teeth still grazed at his lower lip, a possessive hold she barely wished to relinquish. And only caused him to groan quite provocatively, something deeply seeded from within him. 

It took quite a lot of self control, to trail a heated path of kisses down along his jaw before she panted the words, "you cannot want me again so soon, three times in one day? I thought we were pacing ourselves?”

The incredible low and husky chuckle he’d given her had made her entire body flutter just at the sound alone, nevermind the dark wanting look in his eye, “you haven’t much cared for pacing ourselves during this last moon…if ever,” 

This sort of talk was exactly why she was with child so soon after their wedding.

But as much as she wanted him at this very moment, her body urged rest and…more importantly, her little gremlin urged for more nourishment. 

In just a moment, my little baby , she thought, glancing down at her swollen baby. 

Deciding she still wished to finish their previous conversation, before their ever undercurrent of lust and love overruled them. Rhaena wrapped her arms more securely around his neck, leaning further onto him as she brushed her nose against him, leaning her forehead against his, feeling the innate sturdy warmth he always provided for her. Softly she gazed up into his eyes, practically puring when his indigo and sapphire eye gazed back into her own pale violet eyes, “you do realize that you still haven't answered my question, ñuha gevie zaldrīzes . What have you pictured for our child? What does my valzȳrys dream of, " my pretty dragon, husband . 

There was a beat of sweet silence, as Aemond caressed her back, warm soft streaks drawing down her back as his nose nuzzled hers. As if he only craved to kiss her again, to drown in the senses of tasting her and holding her…forgetting the world around them. 

Eventually his lips curved into a smile, one of those boyish grins that still made Rhaena's heart thump no matter how many times she saw it, "I already told you, I don't have a preference,”

“Well humour me then, my love,” she whined lighty, shifting herself around on his lap so that she’d be able to rest her cheek on his shoulder, “if you were to have a preference, what would it be? When you were most adamant about a fucking a child into me, did you not consider imagining what said child would come to be or even look like?” 

Rhaena was wearing him down, or at least she hoped she was. Not that he needed much. She had her thumb softly caressing his neck as she held him there, pressing her plush lips against the scarred line he had on the other side of his neck. The one he had once earned during the tourney that was set right before their wedding, his final single combat match with Lord Cregan Stark. She still remembered how furious she’d been with him that day, how careless she’d thought him to be to remove his helmet during a match like that. Even now seeing the completely healed mark still evoked a strained emotion in her, one that always simmered into some sort of pride mixed with love, that her idiotic dragon had managed to win and live. 

“Fine, for you, my little dragon," he sighed, drawn out dramatically as if he wasn't anything but excited to speak about their futures, about the child that would soon join their lives, "I suppose I've pictured a little baby girl. Daughters are far more precious, are they not?" 

Her chest had burned almost instantly, primed to burst, for Rhaena hadn’t even dared to imagine her dragon carrying a little baby girl around the castle. But just the thought of it alone…he was indeed right, it would be a most precious sight. The idea of her stoic dark dragon Prince playing little games, sitting for little tea dates or escorting around the castle a tiny little Princess.

Rhaena couldn’t stop smiling over the thought, maybe she was equally hopeful for a daughter after all.  

"Either way I wouldn’t mind, but if the babe is born a girl…then I'd hope she'd have the good fortune to take after you. I’ve envisioned a sweet little version of you," he'd kissed the edge of her jaw as he spoke, but Rhaena hadn't missed a word. Her heart, hammering at the idea of it all…that he could want for such a thing just as much as she did. 

As she pulled herself up to properly gaze at him, his lips began to traverse the length of Rhaena's neck. His hand glided along the curving dip of her waist, and just as the flames of pleasure began to seep in once again…she found her eyes landing on Silverwing in the distance. 

Once again. 

Seemed she couldn’t escape it. That sparking feeling from deep within her, the one she'd spent the last half hour trying to suppress…it had awakened once again. 

Even as she tried to focus in on her husband's affection…on the roaring sound in the distance, where from the corner of her eye, Rhaena could see a pure black dragon soaring out from the direction of the Dragon Mount volcano, most likely Cannibal. 

But all would be for nought…her body longed to brave the scene. 

She couldn't allow it now. 

If she was wrong…she'd be putting more than just herself at risk. She'd be risking her babe as well. So instead she shook the thought from her mind, refocused on the dragon she had before her. Guiding his face back up to hers, brushing her lips over his, teasing the ferocity that laid beneath the surface. 

Just as her stomach audibly growled, Rhaena grinned sweetly against his lips, with a soft contented sigh, "I am quite hungry now…"

"Then let's feed you," he stole one quick kiss, before he pulled her to her feet, walking her back to the castle. 

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The next day, Rhaena had felt Silverwing's calling become even more potent…increasing throughout every hour of the day. It felt like a stiffening burn, charring and scorching, the more she tried to ignore it…the more it singed her from the inside. 

As afternoon rolled around, Rhaena found herself perching her back against a cool wall of a corridor in the southern wing of the castle. Her chest felt as if it was constricting her…squeezing her lungs shut each time she tried to breathe deeply. It was in these moments, when the feeling was most intense…she could hear a roar in the distance, one she hadn't known all that well but was familiar enough with to distinguish it from the other dragons. 

It was Silverwing. 

She was calling to her…this was real…this was happening. 

"My Princess, are you well?" Ser Garin questioned, clear concern etched on his face, he stepped forward to her but made sure not to touch her, "shall I alert Wardeness Aelaera, you may wish to retire for the day?" 

A considerate offer, but no, Rhaena did not wish to retire…although she also did not wish to sit through petitions now either. 

Soon enough the burning in her chest would subside, and in that moment of clarity, Rhaena simply shook her head and pulled herself off of the wall. Breathing deeply, collecting herself before she glanced up towards her knight, "I thank you, Ser Garin. But I am fine, I needn't retire…but just as well, I do not feel fit enough to endure through the rest of my duties today. Do inform Wardeness Aelaera she may sit through the farmers' disagreements on my behalf. Anything more, which requires my personal attention, may be moved to the morrow." 

Ser Garin nodded swiftly, and left to relay the message. 

Now left only with Ser Drako, Ser Miklaz and Ser Moredo, Rhaena turned towards them. 

She had a few possible options now that she'd cleared the rest of her day. She could interrupt her husband once again, a very enticing option if only for the possibility that his presence might actually distract her. Or she could go for a calming stroll, summon her Ladies in waiting…or…do the frightening thing. 

Do the one thing she'd wanted all her life… claim a dragon . 

If that was what this was…if that was what Silverwing was truly calling her for. 

She could just go to her…do the deed…but of course it was not that simple. 

Rhaena supposed, she could simply ask Aemond…find out whether this feeling…was truly what a calling felt like. Or whether it was simply another symptom of her pregnancy…the latter of which he most likely wouldn't be able to say definitively.

Although if it was a pregnancy symptom, surely Maester Varion would have informed her of such during her check in with him earlier this morn. Not that she'd bothered to specifically bring up the recent way her body reacted around Silverwing, but if such a thing was ever present in Targaryen women when they were with child. 

Surely he would have mentioned it. 

Then again, she also wondered if it was an average occurrence for a Targaryen woman to claim a dragon when she was child as well. 

The likelihood of either seemed slim to none, but she couldn't be sure. 

Either way, Maester Varion had instead extensively checked over her physical progress. Laid up in bed in only a two-piece ensemble of undergarments so that she could expose her belly, allowing gel-like ointments to be poured and rubbed over it. There he examined the steady growing size of her belly, listened in for the babe's heartbeat and even confirmed that it was more than likely that she was simply growing one babe and not several.

No such luck with twins on their first attempt, but Rhaena found herself feeling slightly relieved when she'd heard it was not to be. One babe would already be a big new experience, two would have been just slightly frightening…just slightly. 

At the very least, when she'd glanced over at her dragon Prince, he didn't seem phased by the news either. 

He only cared that his wife and child were healthy and well.

And after their Maester checked off everything necessary for his examination, he assured both Aemond and Rhaena that she was currently in perfect health as was the babe. He even went as far as to inform them both that Rhaena's salt craving was nothing to be worried about, that women were known to crave all sorts of various things due to their babes…some a lot stranger than salt. 

A fact, Rhaena was sure she already knew, but it did do well to be reassured by a Maester as well. For she knew her husband was more than likely just trying to calm her nerves the other day when he simply offered to give her whatever she wished for. 

During her check in, her Maester had advised that so long as she made sure to stay more hydrated during her days, and kept the rest of her diet leaning more towards leafy greens and hardy vegetables as opposed to harder to digest heavy meats. She would be able to ensure the babe continued to grow healthy and well nourished. With a set of prescribed added vitamins and minerals, as well as mentioning the tonics she would have to start consuming once the next moon arrived. 

All in all, it was assessed that Rhaena was indeed six moons along and that babe would arrive precisely in three moons, during the twelfth moon of the year. 

Some time close to the Ice Winter festival or possibly even Qēlos Bantis … Star Night . A Yule-like holiday reserved for glittering parties, hymns and spiritual worship, gift giving and all. But most of all during the coldest moon of the year, it's reserved as a time for family, peace and love, blessings and good tidings. 

How very wonderous it would be to give birth to a babe then, not that Rhaena much liked the cold, but it would surely make the time of year even more beautiful. 

With sigh, Rhaena reorientated her thoughts. 

She wasn't meant to be thinking of her babe now, even as her hand subconsciously already reached to rub soothing circles along her swollen belly as she thought. She needed to think of her situation. Of the fact that husband, her love, Aemond…he was a fiercely protective man. Especially now that she was carrying his child, if she went to him with her thoughts on attempting to claim a dragon…surely he wouldn't want her risking her life for such a thing.

It'd be her own life as well as their babe's life at risk all on the possibility that this may be a calling . 

No . 

The danger was beyond herself…she'd need to be certain. 

This could not be a simple guess or a hunch, she needed to be truly certain. 

What she needed was…an outside opinion. 

Someone she trusted and loved, who'd know just as well what it felt like to claim a dragon. 

Now all of her siblings were of no use in this case, as all of them had been given the fortune of having their dragon eggs hatch in their cradle with them as babes. 

Her muña, Rhaenyra, had been blessed with just the same fate. 

No, her choices were limited. In fact she had only one true viable option in mind…she'd write to her kepa. 

The only other member of her family who had to claim a dragon, the only other man in her life that trusted and loved her so fiercely that he'd do just about anything for. Her father may be her very opposite in many things, but this was one thing he'd be most qualified in aiding her with, and she knew he'd be glad to.

Or at least she hoped he would be . 

If she could receive a response from him soon enough, then she'd be able to make an intelligent decision. 

Taking a deep sobering breath, Rhaena began to plot out her next set of moves. Starting with her with guards, she needed some space from them. She could do with some peace and seclusion for the next few hours. 

"Ser Drako, I think I shall return to my chambers. I wish to send a raven. Nothing of note, just a letter to my father, the King," Rhaena spoke slowly, crisp and clear, she left no room for discussion before she turned, taking paced steps down the hall, "and Ser Moredo, do summon my Ladies to my chambers. After I'm finished with my task, I'd like to visit the bathhouse. The private hold's bathhouse." 

"Of course, Princess," Ser Drako had grinned as he bowed, she could hear the joviality in his tone. 

While Ser Moredo simply affirmed, "as you command, your grace." 

Certainly a far more stoic young man than her two favoured knights. 

Once Rhaena had returned to her rooms, she sped over to her seat by her vanity table, finally within the privacy of her bed chambers. With the remainder of her guards waiting outside in the hall, Ser Moredo only left to summon her Ladies a few minutes prior.

It was in that time, between her Ladies arriving to greet her here at her chambers, that Rhaena aimed to complete her letter to her father and have Ser Drako send it. 

It was most definitely feasible, and Rhaena only assured herself of that as she shifted on her rosy toned cushioned chair, hoping to find at least one angle comfortable enough to perch herself. 

It seemed her babe insisted on shifting uncomfortably within her today. 

But she'd remained focused, already envisioning the words she'd put down on the page once she was ready. Pulling a clean sheet of parchment from her drawer, she began dipping her quill into some fresh ink: 

To his Highness, King Daemon Targaryen, 

Kepa, 

I write to you with news, at least I believe it to be so. Over the past day or two, I have begun to feel something. Something seems to be drawing me towards Silverwing, I can feel her calling to me. Like stoked flames rising in my chest that burn all throughout me. It feels all-consuming, but I cannot seem to bring myself to her. 

What if I am wrong? 

And she does not in fact wish to bond with me? 

Could I not be putting myself and my unborn child in unnecessary danger by risking such an encounter that may not be what I think it to be? 

I sound a coward, I know I do. You've taught me better than this surely, as a true Targaryen, I should go to her. Take my chances, and should I perish, it would be a true dragon rider's death. 

Even saying so evokes dark memories of my muña. 

I'm not frightened of dying per se, not entirely. I'm more frightened of being wrong. And so I suppose, I'm writing to you in hopes that you might tell me that I am right. That is this is without a doubt the feeling I've been waiting for. And that if it is, I will not stall on it any longer. I will face my fate and I will go to Silverwing. 

Until then, I shall wait…I am a patient one, that you know. 

In all, I hope you are well, my dear kepa. I do miss you all, muña Rhaenyra as well, I know you both have suffered at the loss of little Visenya. We all have.

My heart also calls for all of my brothers and Baela of course. It's ridiculous I'm sure, but I hope my little brothers Aeggie and Vis have not forgotten me. I receive letters from Joff with their little questions from time to time, and it is most heart warming. 

I have, as you've requested, been careful not to overly exert or stress myself. As you and my husband clearly are of the same mind, if it was up to him, I'd have no duties to attend to at all. I'd simply be sentenced to bed rest for my safety for all days until the babe was born.

In all, I hope my missive finds you well, kepa. 

With all my love,

Your beloved daughter, 

Princess Rhaena Targaryen, Princess of Dragonstone  

When she was done, she waited a few minutes for the ink to dry. Skimming over her words once more before she rolled the parchment, sealed it closed with a red and black swirled wax, pressing down Dragonstone's own Targaryen three-headed dragon seal stamp. 

She hadn't mentioned why she hadn't spoken to Aemond about all of this in her letter, but she hoped her father would have the sense not to mention it either.  

Feeling she'd said all she possibly could, covered all of her bases. Rhaena slowly pulled herself up from her seat and waddled back through her rooms. Stepping back through her chambers, opening the door, and finally, handing her letter off to Ser Drako for it to be sent.

As he left, Rhaena's Ladiesmaids entered to prepare her for the bathhouse. 

Perfect timing. 

Preparing for the bathhouse meant removing her ornate pink blush-toned jeweled gown, as well as undoing her elegantly done fishtail plait that had trailed down her back. Slipping off her jewels, her earrings, bangles, rings and bracelets, as well as her prized sapphire necklace. 

The last of which Rhaena supposed she could take with her, but at the risk of her sapphire, possibly, to her horror, slipping into the waters of the bathhouse. Sinking away from her, lost to her forever. 

No, she could not risk such a thing. 

Even though…knowing her husband, he'd never let her shed a tear over the lost item, he'd instead, most likely in secret, find a way to either retrieve it or replace it. 

Though that wasn't an outcome she wished to invoke, as Rhaena was just as much attached to the item as she was with the memory of how she'd received it. To have spent her life receiving gifts and jewels from so many suitors and expectant eligible Lords. All meaningless frivolous glittering gifts, all meant to show the wealth they and their house was capable of. 

Gifted like a trap meant to lure in a Princess …but not a dragon . 

And to think this one simple yet elegant necklace had been the one gift that meant the world to her now. 

Given to her by a man she never thought she'd have such intense feelings for…yet. 

How the Gods worked in the most mysterious of ways. 

Rhaena would always cherish the memory. How during the moon of their engagement, Aemond had made no fuss or spectacle on the day when he gave the necklace to her. He'd spent three whole days away from the castle, only to return and sneak into her chambers late at night. She'd been awake, reading as per usual. But the look in his eye told her that he had something for her, he hadn't said what, he only asked that she close her eyes and lift her hair to give him access to her bare neck.

She could still remember how she'd felt as the cool smooth steel graced her skin for the first time, how her mind could only focus on the warmth of Aemond's fingers. The way they'd grazed against her collarbone and slid along her shoulders, making her shiver with arousal, gooseflesh prevalent and prickling. All while still simultaneously offering her an odd yet all consuming sense of comfort with just his touch alone. 

To think so soon in their newly made romantic relationship, he'd managed to have such a power…such a thing that came to easily. 

Allowing her to naturally ease back against him, his sturdy heated chest, like a gravitational pull, she could do little else but meld against him. 

By the time he'd bade Rhaena to open her eyes, she found that she could barely speak. In her mind, she had ideas of what sort of necklace this may be. What jewels may have been used, what cut of the gem, design of the steel or gold or silver. 

But she'd been wrong.

The choice to use Valyrian steel should have crossed her mind, at the time she was preparing to marry a man who was most proud of his pure Valyrian blood. It was not uncommon for Targaryen men to court their Ladies with jewelry made of Valyrian steel, just as her kepa had done with her own muña, just as he'd done with current muña, Rhaenyra. 

It was an apparent trend for most Targaryens, going all the way back to even some of their earliest ancestors. 

And yet, it hadn't crossed Rhaena's mind that she might have such an opportunity. An opportunity that was now simply her reality. To be gifted a piece of her dragon, part of the very Sapphire he wore in his left eye, used to complete this necklace. Made to be an offering that would allow her to carry a part of him wherever she went…whether he could be with her physically or not. 

It was her one precious item…her only jewel which she treated like no other. She’d never risk damaging it or losing it. 

So she removed it, everything really, including her undergarments was stripped from her. With her silver curls undone, let loose, flowing down her back and slipping over her shoulders. Once she was ready, she simply donned a thick silky robe and soft cozy slippers. 

Soaks in the bathhouse were meant to be calming affairs. So Rhaena dismissed her maids afterwards as she waited for her Ladies-in-waiting to enter the Dragon's Nest. It wasn't customary for anyone unauthorized to enter this area of the castle, it was always securely guarded as the one safe haven for any members of the royal family. 

Rhaena even giving permission for her Ladies to enter beyond this point was a blessing in itself. 

As it was, Dragonstone held two bathhouses. One that was welcome to all courtiers and noble visitors alike, located in the northern wing of the castle. It was on the main level of the castle. Warmed by the volcano's heat well beneath the building’s structure, but as it was built on the main floor, the water’s temperature remained more of a Lukewarm temperature than a true quality Targaryen heated spring bath. 

Which, Rhaena supposed, made perfect sense. 

For that bathhouse was not meant for the royal family…it wasn’t meant to appease true dragons. 

No, there was another bathhouse. On the main floor, down in the southern wing of the castle, one corridor led to the securely blocked off and guarded Dragon's Nest. Passing through that corridor, which led to several rooms, chambers and solars that were reserved for the royal family alone. There, there was a hidden door at the end of the corridor, smoothed in with the slick granite walls, missed by all who did not already know of its existence...for behind that door there were special specific steps. Steps that led down a level to the private Targaryen bathhouse, known as The Springs Of Caraxes . A true hot spring, one that allowed the heat of the volcanic magma from the Dragon Mount, deep below the castle, used directly to warm the waters of the bathhouse. 

It was a far lovelier room as far as Rhaena was concerned. 

It was a bit of a walk, through a hidden corridor or two, but once inside it was the brightest, most beautiful of places. The size of a large grand hall, the halls were once again made of smooth white marble. With pillars and archways that held smoothly carved statues of the Fourteen Flames in their most grand humanoid forms. The ceiling arched and curved with a cascaded glass ceiling that allowed in glowing sweet daylight. This ceiling did not face the grounds' of Dragonstone though, it seemed to be crafted upon the cliff's edge. 

For it only ever faced the sky.

Along the edges of the crisp blue bath water, along the borders, were small steaming water fountains that helped to steam the air. Rhaena had also, of course, decorated the borders with more potted plants. Pale blue Hydrangeas and pale violet Wisterias mixed in with pink Roses and Dragon Spittles, a thorny green plant Rhaena found, looked quite eye-catching in floral arrangements. 

Yes, this bathhouse was where she felt the most at peace. 

Eventually her Ladies would be given passage to her chambers, and once they had, with Rhaena's two remaining guards in tow. She guided her Ladies to the hidden bathhouse. 

It was a bright sunny day, so the bathhouse was illuminated beautifully. The afternoon sun reflected so brightly against the water and the white marbled room. 

The guards would remain outside the doors of the bathhouse, while Rhaena and her Ladies would unsheathe themselves from their robes and enter the steaming water of the bath bare. 

Of course, Rhaena's own tolerance for the water's temperature was higher than the others. Lady Kyra couldn't take the heat in particular, so she usually sat in one of the cushioned chairs along the side with a book in hand. 

Lady Ellyn's tolerance was much better; she'd always stay in the water the longest alongside Rhaena, while Lady Lelia and Lady Victaria would periodically remove themselves from the steaming hot water. 

Rhaena had taken to floating on her back, looking up and out at the sunny blue sky. Bright and exfoliating. Lady Ellyn stayed seated on the steps that entered the water, letting her legs soak while she laid back. As Lady Lelia had chosen to lay out on a pale pink chaise lounge, opting to let her skin take in some sun, as she claimed she felt 'too pale'.  

A sentiment Rhaena and the rest of the girls found to be a bit comical, as women from her region were meant to be celebrated for having pale skin. 

"Princess, I've been meaning to ask. But how have you been, pregnancy wise…each passing day is a day closer to your due date," Lelia Lannister asked, her voice floated in, echoing in slightly with the crisp acoustics of the room, "I know I was quite frightened when my late husband had placed a child within me. Though I suppose I never did get this far along, to know any true symptoms beyond nausea." 

It was true, Lady Lelia had lost her child early on…early enough that she'd never been too distraught over the loss. Not as distraught as her late husband had been. 

"I'm fine, I suppose," Rhaena sighed, her discomforts with her pregnancy came and went like the wind sometimes…and sometimes they stuck to her like glue and bogged her down for hours if not days. But that wasn't a feeling she felt she could convey all too easily with just words. 

"Truthfully you're handling it quite gracefully," Victaria smiled, slipping back into the water as she'd been sitting on the edge, "I've seen some of my brother's salt wives, and I recall some of them being incredibly irritable." 

"Oh I've been irritable," Rhaena laughed, "you've only missed the worst of it. I broke down crying to Aemond over salt just yesterday. Apparently the babe only craves the oddest of flavours." 

"Really!" Kyra giggled, "what is it with babes in the womb always making their mother's consume the oddest of foods. My cousin, who lives in the North, she once wrote to me upset that her babe only craved sweet cream and mint leaves. She'd lamented having eaten a whole tin of only mint leaves!" 

At that, all of the girls giggled.

And Rhaena's chest felt lighter…warmer.

"I suppose I can relate, this morn, I'm sure I poured a bowl's worth of salt into my porridge and then drizzled it all with honey," Rhaena sighed with a smile, "I have no idea what sort of creature I'm feeding, but surely this is no regular babe." 

Lelia turned herself over so she could look at Rhaena when she spoke, "Princess, if anything is certain, you shall give birth to a most beautiful child." 

"Such flattery shall get you nowhere," Rhaena grinned, but her cheeks had warmed at the compliment nonetheless. 

Lelie was unfazed, only shrugging, "come now, everyone knows house Targaryen only births beauties. You're already one of the most beautiful women of all the realm, and you've gone and married quite possibly the most handsome member of your family. There is no doubt you shall birth a lovely babe." 

"Absolutely, a babe that only loves for salty foods!" Victaria giggled, and Rhaena joined her, splashing a wave of water over her. It was so close to Kyra that she shrieked.

In the aftermath, Rhaena only sighed a soft smile, relishing in the comfort of having such kind ladies in her company. 

"But Princess, you shall tell us if things become too much, yes," Lady Ellyn who'd remained quiet thus far had spoken so elegantly, stoically nearly, "the pressure of pregnancy is not one any woman should be bogged down with. Especially not as you enter your later moons. And I could understand the fear a Targaryen woman may feel as she enters motherhood…" 

At a glance, Rhaena caught her smokey grey eyes, and nodded softly, "I'm not sure anyone but another Targaryen woman may truly understand this fear…but nonetheless, I thank you. All of you. You four are my trusted confidants." 

She didn't wait for their responses, instead Rhaena dipped herself below the water's surface and swam to the further edge of the pool. 

In the silence of the water, one thing was certain…soon enough she'd have to face the things that frightened her. 

For one could only run so long. 

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It was getting worse, at night Rhaena would only dream of Silverwing. As if she could see her great-grandmother in her youth, gloriously riding atop the beautiful glistening dragon. A true Targaryen Queen of old riding a mount that was most fitting for a Queen. 

Surely, Rhaena thought, she herself was no such Queen . 

Formidable and ethereal. 

Did Silverwing truly wish to be claimed once again? 

By Rhaena Targaryen no less? 

It was a thought that plagued her, rounding its way through her mind, her body, her soul. 

If it was to be…it'd be all she ever wanted. She'd finally feel right…true…worthy of her name. Worthy to be the namesake she was, to be named after the great Queen Rhaena …rather than to live her life of eighteen years with no dragon. 

Surely her ancestors must have been disappointed…even if her parents and family claimed not to be. 

Even if her husband claimed not to be. 

Aemond would always say it didn't matter to him, that he was happy to be her dragon, that she'd claimed rightfully so. 

A sweet sentiment she'd believed in most days…but ever since this burning feeling from Silverwing…Rhaena was beginning to doubt things. 

He'd chosen her above all others, and of course, deep within herself she knew that he'd chosen her because he found something kindred within her. Because they could relate to another, had things in common with one another…found one another deeply attractive, like a magnetic pull that neither could deny.  

All that she knew.

But she also supposed that her pure Valyrian blood held more weight than whether she claimed a dragon or not. Either way, the fact remained that whatever hole existed within her…however the realm would view a Targaryen Princess…things would be exponentially different if she were to claim Silverwing. 

"Skoriot emagon ao geptot naejot," where have you left to , Aemond's low voice pulled her from her winding thoughts about Silverwing. Bringing her back to the clear present, where she stood behind her seated husband in their chambers. 

That morning had been a rather average one, Rhaena had awoken alone as Aemond had woken himself earlier to train. Upon his return they'd bathed cozily together, in the heated water Rhaena had allowed herself to melt against her dragon . She'd let his strong arms secure her fears and wandering insecurities. 

But even still…she hadn't been able to broach the topic of dragon claiming . 

Afterwards, they'd helped to dress one another, an activity she'd missed from their earlier days of wedding to one another. It always made their mornings feel more comfortable, when they could spend their time together before they had to step away from one another to take care of their duties. 

It also gave Rhaena the time to braid her husband's hair, something she really loved doing. 

She had him seated at her vanity table now, as she brushed his still slightly damp pale hair. Combing her fingers through the silky feel of his hair, scratching his scalp lightly with her nails the way she knew he liked it. She then messaged in small amounts of her own hair milk and oils. He never did oppose to her using her own products on him, creams and oils or otherwise, even when they were sweetly or floraly scented. 

It was both heartwarming and slightly amusing to think of her husband storming around the castle, intimidating nobles, servants and subjects alike…all while partially carrying her scents around with him. 

"Iksan vaoreznuni, ñuha jorrāelagon. Ñuha bartos…nyke've sepār issare tubis ēdrurys," I'm sorry, my love. My mind...I've just been day dreaming, Rhaena hummed softly, it wasn't a complete lie…as far she was concerned at least. She had been lost in thought…thinking of her odd dreams and the weird feelings her body had been giving her. 

Aemond only hummed as a response, leaning his head back just a bit so she could begin braiding, "hmm, ēdrurys hen skoros, ñuha gevie dārilaros," hmm, dreaming of what, my beautiful Princess.

Rhaena couldn't help the bright smile that formed on her lips as his voice rasped handsomely at the word beautiful . 

She wondered if she should have been used to his casual compliments by now…they'd been together for several moons now. Surely the honeymoon phase had come and gone by now…although Rhaena could concede to herself that no amount of time could pass where she wouldn't feel so affected by him.  

So she sighed, a peaceful dreamy sound, soft and demure, "the usual by now, I suppose. Of dragons and babes. The Harvest Festival too, preparations may be all but complete for the feast itself, but then there is the ceremony and the sacrifices…" 

Rhaena had nimbly and neatly braided his hair down in one single plait, tying off the end with one of her thinner black hair ribbons. 

Once he felt she was finished, Aemond leaned himself back so he could look up at her truly, "you're thinking the sacrifices will be a problem," 

It was a loaded question. 

His voice had simmered into a most sympathetic tone for it just as well, because he wasn't really asking her about the sacrifices themselves. He was hinting at the true center of the issue…her aversion to situations that dealt with large quantities of blood. 

During their time here, he'd been most considerate if not entirely conscious of his decision to perform any and all approved executions without her present. It'd been a decision they'd never had ever really discussed or cemented as an agreed upon move to go forward with. But either way, Rhaena was most thankful for it. Ever since Criston Cole and his plot to steal away Aemond and possibly even slay her in the process…she'd never really been able to put that night behind her. 

Maybe the aftermath and consequences of it all…but the actual events that occurred that night. They still haunted her at times…some nights still. 

And now, as they approached their first celebration here that would require a blood sacrifice for the Gods…it would seem Rhaena would be forced to face her fear once again. 

"Only slightly," she leaned herself over him, pressing a warm kiss to the crown of his head, draping her arms over and around his shoulders as she nuzzled her chin atop his head, "but I shall overcome it. Even though, for the ten years that I lived here exclusively with my family. Every year, every solstice, there were four festivals that required blood sacrifices to the Gods. And a handful of others that encouraged them. It's never stopped me from liking the ceremonies, I always have, I'd just turn my head away or close my eyes for the sacrifices. If I should feel uncomfortable tonight during that portion, I'll…simply do the same." 

Aemond's hands held hers, his thumbs caressing the palms of her hands. He wouldn't ask her, he'd simply guided her arm, and her body to step around from behind him. Allowing him to smoothly swoop her up onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist as he pressed slow heated kisses along her jaw and throat. Rhaena found herself sighing contentedly, relishing the feel of him, his body burned hot and hard against her but he felt so soothing nonetheless. With his chin nuzzling along her neck and against her shoulder as he breathed deeply, seemingly settling himself. Tempering whatever wishes or thoughts he might have had in the moment. 

In the reflection of the mirror on Rhaena’s vanity, she met Aemond's eye, watching as his jaw rolled while his lips twisted. He was mulling over the various things he wanted to say to her, figuring out how to word his thoughts, as if he was sifting through a million emotions he'd never be able to verbalize to her. 

Not that she ever needed him to. 

"Ñuha dārilaros…ñuha vok byka ābrazȳrys," my Princess...my perfect little wife , his voice was all low and somewhat husky, like a near sultry growl that worked its way from the back of his throat, "I don't want you to feel any discomfort, not if I can do something to help it. I can have the High Priestess perform the ceremony another way…" 

"I love you, so much, oh, how you know I do," Rhaena wasted no time attempting to turn herself just enough to grasp his chin and kiss him sweetly, smiling against his lips as she did, "but…there is no need to ask the temple for such a thing. The Gods only respond to blood anyhow, and by rights of our ways, I must be present for it. Whether I gaze upon the slaying exactly or not has never been specified in any text, but physically I must bear witness with my presence. It is the way of things." 

He loosed a far more weighted hum accompanied with a heavy sigh as his arms tightened their hold around her. 

She could tell that wouldn't be enough for him, he'd want to offer her something…anything. 

So, Rhaena did her best to think of something, thinking back to the many ceremonies she'd attended as well as the many texts she'd read on the topic. She couldn't see a clear way to avoid anything.

"The other day…" Aemond had started, the way his breath warmed the exposed skin on her shoulder made her shiver just slightly, "I found in most texts, the ruling sovereign may perform the sacrificial act instead of the High Priestess. I carry Blood Moon now, either or, it would be most fitting if I do carry out the deed by my hand, my blade. Besides, I'll be quicker than the High Priestess. I'll be fast, it'll be painless for them, and that way you won't have to witness it for long."

It was true, Rhaena's own father had always taken the task honorably during most ceremonies that required such large sacrifices. 

So, she supposed the fact that her husband may want to handle this task himself as well…it made sense to her. 

And in this case he intended on doing the duty quickly…for her sake. 

For a moment, Rhaena gazed out the window beside the vanity, her eyes trailing along the lovely cliff side view, the crashing deep blue sea several leagues down below them. The sky was clear this morning, with only a few scattering clouds floating across the pale blue sky as the sun beamed down bright rays through the open windows of their chambers. 

And there flying off in the sky…off in the distance…there she was. 

Silverwing.

Flying, circling loops around her mate Vermithor. 

Picturesque as always. 

The might of house Targaryen. 

So many things…so much clouded around her mind. Here she was in her husband's embrace, as he worked to please her as much as possible by making her life easier. And even now…she couldn't even imagine bringing up the one true thought that plagued her. 

This might be her chance, her only chance, and here she was letting it pass her by. There was no telling what happened to one's body if they ignored the calling of a dragon. This flame that coursed its way through her, all fury and wanting, if she left it unquenched…would it engulf anyway?

Would it kill her if she didn't act on it?

Would it kill her to share these thoughts with her own bonded mate, the man she'd grown to trust with every part of herself. She'd given him access to every inch of her body, her heart and her soul. Her mind was usually so open to him, her thoughts and emotions on clear display for him and only him. 

And yet…with this one thing…she still felt the need to keep this hidden. 

At least for a little while longer. 

"It's true, my father used to be the one who'd make the sacrifices. I trust you'd do them quickly, swiftly," her voice was so close to straining, such a lump had formed in her throat but she managed to fight past it, leveling her sound out as she pulled her lips into a soft smile. She hoped desperately that Aemond wouldn't see through her now, she wouldn't be able to cope if he did. Rhaena was in no mood to shed tears now, so early in the morning over a matter that seemed to overwhelm her entire being. 

So instead she quickly aimed to shake off the discomfort, feeling his hands caress her belly, she placed her own warmly over his. Nuzzling her cheek against his, "after the feast and ceremony are done with. Next we shall have to redecorate the nursery, we only have a few more moons before our little gremlin arrives," 

Rhaena could feel his smile, his warm chuckle reverberating against her back, "sepār hāre tolī hūrus, byka mēre," just three more moons, little one.  

There, Rhaena felt her heart burn sweetly, a truly happy smile graced her lips, especially as she knew that sentence wasn't for her. 

It was for their babe. 

Bit by bit…she'd have to remember to think of her babe when things felt too overwhelming.  

She’d have to learn to embody what it meant to be a mother.

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P.S: So overall, I think what was really obstructing me with this fic was the arbitrary "40 chapters" total I gave this fic, so if you've noticed, I've taken that off and I'm just going to let this fic go on for as long as it needs to. That way I won't feel too bad if I split things up or meld things together, and I won't be fighting myself to stay on target with the number of chapters I'm writing/creating.

Anyways, this just means the initial plan I had for when baby Vaella will arrive has been pushed back one chapter so far, so instead of her arriving around ch.10 it'll probably now be ch.11. Nothing too major. (This effects Ao3 only really...)

And now I've just got to go through/edit the 2nd half of this chapter! Honestly, I like what I've written, and the plot and everything is fine. It's just the sex scene that's bothering me!! Like I don't know what it is about it, but I hate something about it…the things they do is all fine, like the sex itself is what I wanted to happen…it's just the way I've described it or something…I can't really explain it. But something about it just lacks feeling or true eroticism…it just reads like I'm describing things that are happening…but I don't think it sounds genuine…if any of that makes sense.

[whenthechickencry]

Umineko EP3. Replay Part 5

Well yeah Battler, you got it! How did the other Golden Witch get her powers then?

lmfao owned.

Man Virgilia and Ronove really spoil Battler with all the hints.

Rosa and Eva speaking in code is pretty good, neither wants to leave the room without the other....

The fact Rosa shakes a bottle in frustration in trying to find something that isn't there while being angry at Maria for being mad that something isn't where it should be is pretty ironic.

Obviously this scene didn't literally happen and something closer to what actually happens is something like Eva telling Hideyoshi about the gold and her plans and etc while being disgusted by her own greed, while at the same time going deeper into it....

Maria's random insistence at this to me seems like a sign that this is something Yasu and Maria had pre-planned. If there was a deadlock taking place, she would cry about her rose, similar to how she used the cards to break deadlocks in episode 1 and 2. Though I don't think it would work like they intended this time if Eva didn't like, fuck things up her own way.... I don't think Yasu would murder Rosa in front of Maria and I don't think she would like, shoot Maria either....

Well.... obviously the truth is something in between here. Eva may not be enjoying tutoring Rosa at this moment, but she is surely having a fight with her about keeping the secret with her, and pushing her into the fence in frustration.... and then murdering her daughter to leave no witness. Granted, I don't think Eva would just go on a murder spree normally.... I think of it as something kind of like Meakashi Shion. The murders wouldn't have happened if the first accident didn't.

I.... forgot Battler just tells her to kill herself omg.... this scene is kind of interesting. i am kind of interpreting it as what Yasu was scared Battler would think of her when she found out about her murder mystery plans... we know from episode 8 manga that he is all things considered pretty forgiving of it, in actuality. But I could see Yasu thinking this is how it would go down or even what went through his head at first before stopping himself and thinking of what led to it. Also Beato will get to get her wish of seeing what Battler cooks in episode 8!

Of course she is exaggerating for her trick strategy, but I don't think this is too far from what she thought about herself, either, and it's not like she wasn't cruel with her pranks and stuff so it isn't entirely unwarranted, but...

I imagine she probably did apologize to Maria something like here when she found her corpse and had to fix it up, too....

Obviously, though, you are supposed to be very sus of Beato here lol. I mean she turotred Kanon like, a couple hours ago lol.

It's really funny how it seems this specific act didn't really trick anyone lol - sorry Yasu I guess you kind of failed.

There is a clear difference in my view in how the family acts towards the murder in this episode and the last one. In this one they more or less figured out both this and the first murder - compared to how in the first 2 episodes everyone was clueless. I think in universe you can justify this with there being more servant deaths and therefore less culprits to worry about and also you can theorize that Yasu assumed her plan would go without a hitch - something Tohya knew wasn't true.

Eva's desperate to throw suspicion elsewhere lmfao.

tldr people don't believe in magic anymore so to make them believe it you have to make very obtuse murders.

It is kind of funny Hideyoshi doesn't realize what is going on even though it is decently obvious, lol. Also, Natsuhi is freaking out because their reasoning is stupid - and I mean it is if you take it at face value, maybe you should have thought about it Hideyoshi!

"Until that question could be dealt with, the only answer was[...] magic" Is an interesting line. The answer to this sequence of events is obvious, Kyrie and Rudolf are luring out Hideyoshi.... so if this is framed as magic, it tells you how magic is used in other situations, and to go back to other magical scenes and see what you can take from them.

I kind of wonder how Hideyoshi was able to kill both Rudolf and Kyrie, especially at such a disadvantage. I guess he didn't come unscathed, though, considering he died. So it could be as simple as a bullet missing. him or him attacking before Rudolf and Kyrie were ready.

Uh huh, Kyrie... you can tell both this was written by someone with love for Kyrie and Rudolf and that they are someone who knows Kyrie might uh, have some issues.

To be honest, I originally took this to mean Eva literally did show herself and caused the shootout where she was the one survivor when I first read it... I guess I was being too literal when I read this for the first time. It's more of a general representation on Eva's complicated feelings towards her family, the gold, etc coupled with her fucking up the board.

Kyrie is more or less wrong about everything she says here, Rudolf was not in any remote way cornered, in fact if anything he was cornered *towards* dating Kyrie and he still picked Asumu. Kyrie was never anything more than Rudolf's side and they only ever got together officially because Asumu happened to die. To be honest I can't exactly blame rudolf for thinking Kyrie would kill him for revealing the truth.... he would in fact kind of deserve it.

I kind of want to use this scene to springboard to talk about misogyny in Umineko in general - specifically the ones experienced by the mothers. This entire chapter is basically an essay on how Eva faces misogyny, Natsuhi was basically sold and used as a womb, Rosa was left by her husband and forced to deal with how society treats single mothers, Kyrie has shit with her family as well as Rudolf both depending on her while using her as a side piece and feeling emasculated by her, etc. really all the women in Umineko are greatly affected by misogyny. And since Umineko deals a lot with generational trauma and cycle of abuse that is also how misogyny is passed down in Umineko Eva yells at Natsuhi about how she is just a womb, tries to use the fact George is male and Jessica female to steal the headship from Jessica, and that's even before the awful way they treat Shannon. Natsuhi refuses to engage with her daughter as a full person with a variety of interesting and own personality and instead tries to mold her into a "proper" and "modest" woman. Rosa tells her own daughter she is the reason her father left and blames her for the people she is dating not wanting to deal with her. And finally, Kyrie throws endless shit to Asumu and basically has a headcanon about how Rudolf is blameless and Asumu was just a homewrecking whore who got in the way of her and Rudolf, when Rudolf is obviously the one at fault. I don't want to make it look like I am saying these are basically the same characters or anything like that, there is a lot of difference in motivations behind why they do this, in how they cope with it, etc, but I mostly discuss that in other posts so I don't want to go into that much details. I think Umineko overall deals with misogyny in a good way- it understands that misogyny isn't just a Big Bad Old Fashioned Man you have to defeat, and afterward misogyny is solved, it isn't something you can just defeat by just changing the way you think or whatever but a system built in favor of men that gets internalized by everyone, including women, and that those attitudes are internalized and passed to the next generation before they can so much as even talked. This is a little bit of a tangent but related to how all of the characters previously talked about are both victims and afterward abusers or otherwise people that harm others, I am happy that WTC works in general aren't shy of showing how abuse can be internalized in bad ways that cause harm to others while still holding sympathy and space for the victims. A lot of works are scared of this because if done wrong it can look like victim blaming or ignoring victims in favor of abusers, but I think works like this are really important for victims to understand that some imperfect behavior after being abused is normal and that they aren't irredeemable and can grow themselves if they ever fail and do bad things. holy shit I went on a huge tangent. I haven't played in like 2 days because I got the idea to write this 2 days ago and have been workshopping on my brain how to word it.

Anyways back on regularly scheduled Umineko, it is kind of funny how the first time humans really 'win' against magic it's not really presented in a positive light. They won because their vices were even worse than the vices of the stakes representing sloth and envy.

Beatrice struggles about dancing around the fact she just wants Battler to acknowledge her for her own sake, lol.

they have hinted like 10 times that the chiester sisters = gun in the last like 20 lines lmfao.

They are dropping a bunch of hints towards what Beatrice actually wants here. The awkward conversation with EVA meant the same thing more or less too.

This scene's interesting - I am sure Hideyoshi in actuality DID feel Eva was being changed by the gold into a crueler person but everything points towards him being pretty enabling overall. Also Hideyoshi hints towards magic and witchdom being about being unable to deal with the past. Also there is a line that says "The gun near rudolf killed Hideyoshi (paraphrasing) which is kind of interesting considering the manga says it was Kyrie instead.

The fact Eva is freaking out this much about Hideyoshi going outside - even before she knew that Rudolf and Kyrie followed him is a hint that she was recruited, I think. After all, when talking with Rosa she said she thought the original murders were a prank, and she was the one that killed Rosa and Maria so.... why is she freaking out now?

Ok yeah - she's using Yasu keywords like 'Golden witch" and witch in general on a nonfantasy scene. Definitely some hints towards that I think. i didn't catch that Eva was an accomplice in this episode until I read the manga, to be honest. Thought she'd just murdered people on her own. Definitely didn't trust Yasu at all though, didn't even tell her she found the gold.

[scintillatingshortgirl19]

Barry episode 7 live comments:

"That's still a shitload of coups, Todd" utterly brilliant line, no notes

Hank openly thirsting over the fourth guy afshfjgkugkkgbjk

Ok I get that Barry needs to have the glasses on (I guess?? I'm not sure what method is actually being used to make him hallucinate) but I feel we are being viscously robbed of Bill Hader's eye-acting

Oh here we go. Gene's about to make Choices

The way John only took like three steps toward his mom lmfao

Ahhhh GENE the universe was giving you a chance to change course!! This really is the "everybody gives into their worst instincts" show!!!

NOISE CANCELING HEADPHONES

Ok that entire scene was absolute fucking gold

Fuckkkkkk OF COURSE Gene telling that reporter about the $250,000 came back to bite him in the ass

Sally and Noho Hank meeting ahhhhhhhh

The Christian rock ringtone goddd

I cannot believe there's only one episode left.

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

5, 10, 17, 25, 27, and 29 for that ask game?

hope you don't mind me asking multiple just super curious

Ooh so many (gremlin grin)

I already answered 5 Here!

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

Oh I entirely expected like NO ONE to like Faeries in the Forest I was so surprised when people kept asking for it lmfao

17. What’s something you’ve learned about while doing research for a fic?

Very recently, a lot of stuff about hypermobility, joint/chronic pain and related disabilities - for a fic I haven't talked about before yet :))

I've also already answered 25 here!

27. Is there a fic you were nervous to post/share? Why?

I was very worried about posting (Vi)vianne Marie Zephyr - almost entirely because I was terrified I'd have captured the experience of being a trans person badly and offend/hurt people -w-

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

I've already answered this one too (here) but I'm gracious and benevolent enough to give another snippit from a different fic :)

This is a long ass snippit but I love it so who cares

Maybe I will post this fic, one day, if I can ever finish it.

“...Virge? That you?” Ah, great, it was Roman, he sounded exhausted.

“...Yeah,” Virgil muttered as he grabbed a mug from the cupboard, no point trying to be fast now, he’d already been spotted. Unfortunately as he put the mug down he noticed from the corner of his eye the pattern on his sweater. It was white, mostly, with red and gold accents and a large simplistic crown in the middle. Of course it had to be one of Roman’s, Virgil thought as he went red. He should’ve guessed, Roman was about the same height as him, though he had broader shoulders, of course his sweaters were way too big on Virgil.

“What uh- what’re you wearing there?” Roman asked slowly, as if he was worried about getting punched, which was completely valid because Virgil really really considered it. Ultimately he was too tired for actual violence. He wasn’t, in fact, too tired for threatening it, though.

“Princey if you question me before I’ve had at least four hours of sleep and or a cup of coffee I will skin you and use you as a doormat,” Virgil said mildly as he poured the boiling water over his teabag, fully prepared to splash the hot water in Roman’s direction if he dared to say something else about the sweater.

“Woahkay,” Roman said, leaning back in his chair, “Was just gonna say that you look cute in my sweater,”

“Fuck you,” Virgil practically growled.

“Ok ok!” Roman said, raising his hands in surrender, though Virgil was fairly sure he wasn’t about to stop, “Just wanted to let you know.”

<3 thanks for the asks!!!

[lonesomedreamer]

SNW Liveblog: “Spock Amok”

Vulcan! I’m always excited to see Vulcan.

Oh, this is a dream. Got it. Also, Ethan looks kind of hot as “human” Spock.

So in Spock’s dream, his human and Vulcan halves are embodied by two separate people who must to fight to the death (over T’Pring)…what a heavy-handed, very literal way to represent his insecurities.

lmfao @ this space station—I get updating certain designs now that they have the budget and technology to do so, but there’s no way they had this kind of tech in the 23rd century (as it was depicted in TOS), even in a slightly alternate timeline…

“I plan to spend most of my time here with my fiancee, T’Pring.” Going to grit my teeth and ENDURE this. Reluctantly.

Spock’s quarters are, like Pike’s, ENORMOUS. He isn’t even the first officer, why are they so big…???

They’re also boring af compared to the way he had his cabin done up in TOS with the red wall-hangings and such. I do appreciate the little grate in the right corner, an obvious nod to the TOS design (albeit a tiny one).

No, please, don’t kiss. Really. (They do, of course.)

Apparently Spock is “redecorating.” There are splashes of red on some of the walls, so I guess that’s as close as I’m going to get to the og design?

T’Pring is, appropriately, a bitch.

The new design of the famous green tunic shirt is horrendous. It’s not my favorite look on Kirk—I’m a boring, standard-issue gold shirt girlie—but Shatner pulls it off. This one doesn’t even fit Pike properly, looks like it’s made of pleather, and any skin it’s supposed to show is covered by a black undershirt. It’s a no from me.

And so far, Pike strikes me as a pretty bad diplomat. I’m sure the show obviously wants me to think he’s an exemplary one—if so, give me some proof to back it up!

Once again, nothing about these civilian clothes is a) going to age any better than the mod 60s-inspired designs of TOS did or b) visually appealing/interesting even right now.

“They don’t shore leave. They shore stay.” This DIALOGUE. I don’t know if I can handle another 15 episodes of this.

I’m unsure how I feel about them giving T’Pring genuine grievances In her relationship with Spock, like him having to work late when they’re supposed to meet for dinner. On one hand, it does seem more realistic than the reasons she gave in TOS…but doesn’t that then imply that her ultimate decision to leave Spock is based on emotion? (It’s already based on emotion in a way, of course—that emotion being affection/lust for another man.) What’s more, I’m not sure it NEEDS to be realistic. T’Pring is not a nice person, maybe not even an ethical person…and that’s fine. We’re talking about the woman who was totally willing to let a total stranger die just because she didn’t want to marry him. Female characters don’t have to be nice and good to have worth. I don’t like T’Pring, but female characters don’t have to be likable, either!

It makes so little sense, because SNW’s T’Pring is both prejudice and emotionally abusive anyway! Her telling Spock that she’s concerned that he’s becoming more human due to his Starfleet career is appropriate for her character and also cruel of her. Which is, again, appropriate.

Y es! More of this, please! (Preferably with better lighting…but beggars can’t be choosers.)

While I’m all for erasing Roger Korby, I don’t know that replacing Christine’s fiance with Random Redshirt #6 is a great choice. Can’t a girl just be single? Especially since said Random Redshirt is the total opposite of Spock, with whom she was already flirting back in Episode 1.

Wow, they let La’an have some personality in this scene. Granted, her personality is defined by cynicism and misanthropy…but I’m shocked!

However, that somewhat pointless Number One/La’an scene interrupted the first real Spockstine scene (aka the reason I’m watching) of the ENTIRE series. Rude!

@deeneedsaname Girl, where are you when I need you?? It’s finally happening!

“You’re clearly an extraordinarily intelligent person. But you’re also an idiot.” Once again, file under: things Christine would never say (*to Spock. Maybe to Bones or another crewman. But not to Spock.)

“That is not a human gesture I am familiar with.” Like hell it isn’t, Spock darling. As if Amanda wouldn’t gently (or, sometimes, not so gently) smack some sense into Sarek…or even into Spock, as the case may be.

“That’s what being in a relationship is. It’s mutual sacrifice. Pretty much why I avoid them.” I like the callback to what T’Pring said earlier—HOWEVER, Christine Chapel is, canonically, the literal queen of (not-so-mutual) sacrifice for a relationship! She changed careers and signed aboard a galaxy-wide exploratory mission to find her missing fiance!!! You don’t even have to keep Korby’s character to maintain that (essential, imo) element of her character…?

“An incompatible mate.” Oof, that word choice.

As fervently as I ship this…when did Christine and Spock become close enough for Spock to feel comfortable discussing his dreams with her over a private dinner? Did I somehow miss that scene in a previous episode???

I do, however, love that this is an allusion to the scene in “Amok Time” where Spock tells Christine that he’s been dreaming about her.

I-Chaya reference!

“What are friends for?” I’m choosing to believe this is also a deliberate allusion to the exchange between Kirk and Bones in Search for Spock. <3

Cute! They’re cute!!!

“A Vulcan soul-sharing?” It’s called a mind meld, girl. Also, good thing she consents, since that’s a huge component of Vulcan marriage, and she already asked him to marry her…?

Bodyswap shenanigans…so, they’re ripping off another (serious/tragic) TOS episode this week for shits and giggles? I’m far from opposed to light-hearted or filler episodes (who doesn’t love Tribbles and “A Piece of the Action”?!) but it’s a lot harder to pull off with 10-episode seasons and questionable script quality.

“Spock, I do not like hijinks.” File under: things T’Pring, or any other Vulcan, would never say.

Spock had to perform a mind-meld with Kirk while he occupied Janice Lester’s body before he really believed that their minds had been switched. But with an important diplomatic mission on the line, Pike’s just going to take Spock and T’Pring’s story at face value without any actual evidence…?

Speaking of…how the hell do they already know about tribbles?! Also, I’m skipping every scene of this comedy subplot. Apparently I, too, hate fun.

Pike has some kind, eloquent things to say about Spock. Fanservice!

Who knew that male-pattern baldness was also a thing on Vulcan…

Everybody Except T’Pring Loves Spock: The Episode (TSFS was Everybody Loves Spock: The Film) <3

“Humans evolved from apes, did they not?” a) No, humans evolved alongside apes—and we are, in fact, considered apes ourselves; and b) logic dictates that Vulcans must have evolved from something, too, buddy!

Spock being defensive of Christine! Spock punching a guy for insulting Christine!!! We love to see it. (I saw someone claim that this was Spock being defensive of himself, but it’s definitely his repeated comments about Christine that trigger Spock’s reaction.

So the thing that even a high Vulcan priestess doubted could be done/was purely a thing of legend (katra being transferred between bodies by a third party) is actually standard medical procedure that can be performed with ease in the Enterprise Sickbay? Don’t tell Kirk and Bones…

“You know you can call me Christine.” Another nice allusion to their scene from “Amok Time”.

“Vulcans cannot lie. At least not in the way that humans can.” He’s such a liar, actually, and we love him.

Ethan and T’Pring’s have so little chemistry, whereas he and Jess have SO MUCH of it.

Things I don’t want: Spock and T’Pring having sex. Spock and T’Pring cuddling after sex. Who asked for this!?!!? The Spirk shippers? The Spockstine shippers?? No! No one did! Besides, love triangles are boring.

She’s gorgeous, tho.

The Good: Some wonderful moments between Spock and Christine (finally!), including references to their most electric scene in TOS—Ethan and Jess’s chemistry—Pike expressing Spock’s value as a person and an officer and, by extension, the value/ideals of the Federation—Spock expressing why he needs/feels at home in Starfleet.

The Bad: Cringe dialogue continues to plague this show—almost all the Spock/T’Pring stuff—the entire body-swapping subplot—the (unfunny) comedy subplot feat. Number One and La’an—that UGLY rendition of the green tunic!

The real reason I’m watching SNW has taken center stage at last…or is at least stepping into the light! This was a lackluster and in many ways an unserious episode that nevertheless offered up a few gems, perhaps to make up for the fact that Spock and T’Pring actually have sex…thanks for that, Kurtzman! /s

[applesandbannas747]

Aaaaaaa the root beer scene!!!! I am so delighted that you chose this one!! And Jesus I forget how action packed that scene is too—you did a fantastic job bringing it to life with full intensity! Like all the different angles on Jesse on the first page just drop you right in on the action and make you feel like you’re in the moment flying on his bat with him! Also, I love that the blade of his sword is gold! That’s so Jesse XD (and the coloring on it to show the metallic shine is so great!!)

Starting with the close up of Jesse’s face with his arm thrust out with his blade (which is in his left hand, hell yeah uwu), his expression is just so intense! The grit of his teeth and determination in his eyes are so vibrant, I can FEEL how he’s feeling!! And the shot of Eugene opposite looking up as Jesse attacks is amazing too because you can see the concern starting to register on his face—but he also looks a little amazed, like maybe he thinks Jesse is brave and beautiful or something uwu but little Fritz huddling and sobbing into Eugene’s back TT.TT he looks so scared it makes me SAD aaaa I want to give him a hug!!! And side note, but the shading on Eugene’s neck looks phenomenal! BUT THE SCENE THE CLOSE UPS ARE FRAMING HOLY SH I T !!! SO fucking amazing!! And I love that the whirlpool of webbing is literally the entire page with the panels just drawn on over it! Anyway, I cry every time I try to draw bats because they are so hard but I still say Jesse’s is really cute!! She looks so fuzzy and soft <33 And her little hands are the cutest things!! I want to hold them!! The texture of the web both on the in-tact webbing and in the rips were they’re being pulled apart! It just looks so good omfg I can’t believe how much detail you ut into it! And little Jesse hanging off his bat!!! Oh man he is so adorable!! Of course this first little peek at his outfit has me going OWO lmfao I love sleeveless tops and long bracer/detached sleeve type things! And all in purple and black! Fuck yeah! But seriously Jesse looks like a little spider man crawling around on his bat and handing off her and I love it! He is SO ITTY BITTY ugh I wanna squish him!!! And his expression is just so fierce and determined and it looks so cute on him here because he’s just SO fucking tiny!!! TT.TT 

And then the sequence of action shots is so badass!!! You’re fucking insane and impressive af to draw all these crazy angles! The top down shot is incredible, that foreshortening is so cool (and I must say it shows off Jesse’s ass nicely lmfaooo). His lil hand is the most adorable!! And the spiderweb caught on his blade looks so cool!! Also its such a little detail but I love how you can see that tiny triangle of light purple at the base of his spine! And the way his legs are bent to hold around the Batas just another greats show of this perspective!! As is the eyebrows and lashes and tip of his little nose <3 And then we go over to a new angle!! So cool!!Again I love how he’s holding onto his bat and hanging off her/reaching outwit his sword to cut the webs! And the look of determination on his face is amazing! I really love how intense it is! And the crook of his neck is great too as he’s staying alert to everything that’s happening! Also his hands look so good in both these panels—I especially love the ones wrapped around the hilt, you just did such a great job with drawing the grip! God I just love him crawling all around like a badass. Total spider man moves, I love ittt <33 And the details of the back of his top are so pretty! I love the curves of it both on top and bottom! Also just the amount of detail to his clothes retained in these panels despite Jesse being small in them is so impressive!

THE CAPTURE!! Aaa I love how abrupt it feels from the background texture, which is like webs and also thorny anxiety lines! And the little bursts of alarm/movement shown off his arms! The strands of web still clinging to and wrapping around his blade are so cool!! And that web wrapping around him is so stressful jsfksa And the way that same spike texture is in the next panel but red and with a focal point?? SO stress inducing!!! So like great fucking job with setting the mood jdhalf And the yank of Jesse’s arm just totally pulling him backward off his bat is great! I love how his arm and wrist are kind of at an awkward angle, like you can tell that he’s being pulled by his wrist! And there’s sTILL webbing on the sword! Ooo man that spider is freaky as FUCK the gleams really just make it so much worse/better XD Jesse is so pretty, even when falling! The arm reaching forward is classic and I always love it—it has such a tragic feel to it, like he’s reaching out for help when there isn’t anyone to catch him. And the way his legs are positioned is great too! I also love the neck tendons and collarbone uwu and his expression!! Aaa love the open mouth as he screams and the WIDE eyes—so wide you can see the entire iris!! Ooo and also the way his hair is flowing upward around his face os so great and also so pretty!! The scream is fantastic—I love that it starts in the close up panel and rides through into the full body shot! And the way the spikeys encroach on the jagged speech bubble is such a cool effect! And also I love this because it gives a great look at his full outfit!! I love the corset-like top with the little tie at the side!!! And the lighter purple peeking through in places under it—again, I am a ho for sleeveless tops so I love this style! And the texture of the fabric is so cool and adds a lot to the outfit as a whole! Then it even has matching arm sleeves!! Love how its the same overlay of textured dark fabric with the lighter purple underneath it! And tight black pants are never the wrong choice uwu also I know you can’t see them here, but the boots are perfect with this look! Jesse’s out here serving a fashion show while falling to his supposed death XD

Okay and I love how the root beer page is yellow! Like that’s Eugene’s color and it’s perfect because it’s Eugene’s great idea!! Starting with Eugene’s worry—man, he looks so panicked!! You did such an awesome job capturing that emotion—the way you drew the eyes and the little lines under them just sells it completely! And his big scream too! I love his hand peeking over the bat’s head there, holding on tight! Baby Fritz fast asleep against his back TT.TT aaa he is so so so cute and I’m sobbing! Again, I love the webbing in all the backgrounds! Gotta start out this next panel by saying that Fritz drooling on Eugene in his sleep is the funniest and cutest thing XD He looks so peaceful for real, his little arms tucked up against Eugene as he sleeps aaa he is so darling!! And Eugene’s frantic search through his bag for something to help is so great—it continues the panic and now you’re really feeling the urgency!! The worry lines of his face and the upturn to his eyebrows and his gritted teeth are all just amazing pieces to his expression! 

The ROOT BEER !!! I love the emphasis on it because it is the star of the fucking show XD love the lines of emphasis bursting from it and how it’s not contained in a panel! Eugene’s hand looks so great holding it (and I love the little tendon we see in his wrist). And the can is so cleanly and perfectly drawn omfg no detail was spared!! You have all the planes and slopes and even the lip on the top! Not to mention all the details on the top of the can with the pull tap!!! And the logo and lettering are on point too! It is a phenomenal centerpiece, so to speak!

Again with that freaky spider!! And now it’s got its furry spindly legs around Jesse-- eck! But aaa poor baby!! TT.TT he’s shaking!! I love that detail though, it’s so cute aaa and he really does look so fucking scared!! His expression really is magnificent, you can see the terror in his eyes! And I love how his legs look liked they’re flailing and the way he’s pulled his arm close and is hugging it, trying to keep it from getting munched!! But there Eugene is in the corner, coming in to save him!! I love the hand we see shaking up the can for maximum explosion before the panel where he opens it! And I always think it’s so cool when you have them reaching out of the panels like that! This was a perfect moment for it too! And his determined, worried expression is GREAT! he looks like the protagonist in an anime! I just love how big his eyes are and the shape of them <3 and his mouth and grit teeth too!! it just makes a perfect expression!! And little Frits remains the cutest thing, and I still so love his little yellow shoes and bandaid! 

The way the root beer explodes right from Eugene’s can down into the panel kitty corner to it to blast the spider in the face is GENIUS ugh you are a master of layout dude. The pincers being open about to snap Jesse show how close he came to getting got!! And Jesse’s scrunched closed eyes with his big screaming mouth TT.TT he is so so cute and I love him so so much and this expression makes me hurt for him but it really IS so super cute <3 I love the last panel with Eugene and Fritz flying away, Eugene looking back to make sure Jesse’s safe as he smiles TT.TT so sweet! And Jesse’s bat flying into frame to catch him. The little ‘oof.’ killed me dude XD I love that he face planted onto her! And again just all the detail you put into them and their clothes even though they are SO SMALL!! I am endlessly amazed!!!

I continue to love this au and your comics for it so SO much—they haunt my mind in the best way <3 

Eugene the Overlander Part 2 for @applesandbannas747‘s Birthday!! 🥳

This was probably my favorite set of pages to draw because it was super actiony and I got to play around with angles and expressions (and the idea of Eugene saving Jesse with ROOT BEER had me cackling during my reread). Fun fact: I went through Jack’s posts tagged as #luxa for inspiration for Jesse’s outfits.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Note: Part 3 contains spoilers for the novel that inspired this gift, Gregor the Overlander, so if you prefer to avoid those, I recommend not reading it.

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[meredithdoesfandoms]

MARRIAGE/ WEDDING BYLER HCS!!!!!

ok hot take, will 10000% proposes first

mike is upset cuz he thinks its not “manly” for him not to be the one to propose :(

will is very comforting ofc cuz he’s will <3

omg and they are both total bridezillas, the entire party is so over it

they cant decide who will be in whos wedding party, so they literally put everyones name in a hat and they pick

mike’s groomsmen have blue ties, wills groomsmen have yellow ties, MIKE AND WILL WEAR GREEN TIES

FLOWER GIRL ELEVEN!!!

hopper walks will down the aisle, nancy does the same for mike

DUSTIN IS BEST MAN FOR MIKE AND STEVE IS BEST MAN FOR WILL

(both bachelor party’s end up being total shitshow, mike and will go home early and watch a movie)

after the wedding mike and will are too tired to go and party or whatever, so they fall asleep cuddling on the couch

ROBIN IS THE LIFE OF THE PARTY AT THE RECEPTION

platonic stobin organizes the after party

steve: “dustin u cant here drink ur a minor, stop” dustin: “im 24”

jopper, jonathan, nancy, max, and lucas give speeches that bring everyone to TEARS

murray crashes, but nobody complains

SAME WITH ARGYLE LMFAO

the cake is a chocolate vanilla marble :)

will gets very overwhelmed during the reception, and he and mike go for a walk outside to calm down

they can hear the music from the parking lot, where they share a slow dance :’)

its a spring wedding!!!!!

hopper has the entire police department ready to fight any homophobia in a 10 mile radius

joyce insists on dancing with will, its sweet but will is MORTIFIED (its basically the s2 snowball preparation scene)

mike insists on the dumbest fucking music playing during the reception, max has to BEG him to let her take over the playlist

the rings are very simple- wills is gold, mikes is silver

LUCAS IS RING-BEARER SORRY

their vows are BEAUTIFUL

will puts his heart and soul into his, he practices for HOURS and ends up saying them perfectly

mike is the exact opposite, he also put all he had into his, but he was so emotional that it just came out as a stuttering, slurred, mess

will was scared mike didnt care as much about the wedding or the vows, and he was dead wrong

MIKE AND WILL ARE STRAIGHT UP SOBBING THE ENTIRE CEREMONY

joyce and jonathan cry so much because will is finally happy :))

mike byers. mike byers. mike byers.

mike was scared to ask will if he could have his last name, because he thought will would find it “less manly” of mike

but will breaks down SOBBING because this man who he loves to the end of the earth wants to be his, and share his name

but this is ofc followed with many “are sure”s and “you dont have to”s

to which mike responds every time “but i WANT to”

thats all i have!!! PLEASE send more requests in the asks, i will 100% do them :)))

[athys-obelia]

{i love him bending down to her level during their first meeting SO SO MUCH OH MY GOD. yay for symbolism !!)

thinking about how the emperor(s?) before claude were known as tyrants obsessed with riches and then there's him - not sporting any fancy crowns or flashy clothing or whatnot. this minimalism could totally be seen as his personal preferences/personality, but maybe also as him trying to separate himself from the image of his family (i mean no one really works in his palace so it's really just him proving this to himself, but anyway).

then he meets his daughter for the first time, and she's literally biting a gold statue lmfao. and when he kneels to her height, two bags of gems and coins fall from under her dress that she seems to be carrying on her person - this five year old girl. he catches her in awe of his huge ass throne made entirely of gold, she compliments his hair as "shiny", etc.

the first thing claude does is crush one of the gems under his feet. as they grow together, he tosses the key to the treasury to her as a birthday gift. we see that scene with the royal seal that, again, he tosses carelessly after calling it "nothing but an ugly piece of stone" that he would've given to her if she wanted it. having four rose gardens built after finding they're her favorite, a whole private library, having her guests selected randomly rather than their wealth or status, etc. he's never held back with material gifts - rather, he seems be quite excessive with these gifts despite being so simplistic himself, indirectly telling athy how replaceable they are.

idk. just claude being uncomfortable with his daughter showing traits of the family that betrayed him, i guess.

[itsanauxine]

EPISODE 6!!!!

AAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh my god SHE FLIPPED THEM OFF?!?

GO MAGGE but also uh oh

Aziraphale angry!! :D

THE QUEEN GUITAR INTRO!!!

Omg his snek turned gold

Oh my god yes he still slightly angel

Nina and Aziraphale are adorable lol

NAH

The scariest of demon killers, THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER

Omg wait the fire extinguisher lore but why does it make so much sense

CROWLEYS EMOTIONAL SUPPORT ANGEL?!?!???!??

Aw Crowley and Muriel :3

Ah no the books! Also this scene crashed my laptop lmfao

OH MY GOD HALO?!?!?!?!?

She actually has flies

Ok yeah I see why people ship Gabriel and Beelzebub

Oh my god HE CURSED THE JUKEBOX!!!!!!!

Also they have cute dates

GAB AND FLY FHFJFBKSLAJD

Aw Crowley’s little smirk at assertive Aziraphale XD

Ooh my god?!?!? ITS THE METRATRON?!???,!??, IN REAL LIFE!?!!,,?!?!??!?!??!?!

The best coffee sip in the world

Lmao 3rd wheel Muriel

SO MANY PEOPLE ARE WARNING ME

NOOOOOOOOO

MY ENTIRE SOUL IS GONE ITS SO SWEET BUT IT HURTS SO MUCH

THE TIME, HAS FINALLY COME

NOBODY ASKED FOR THIS BUT IM GIVING A PLAY BY PLAY OF OUR REACTIONS OF GOOD OMENS SEASON 2 :D