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[TANGERINE DREAMS]

summary: being stood up on his wedding day, Aemond’s life takes a turn for the worse. Heartbroken and humiliated, he finds unexpected help in Helaena’s childhood friend, who helps him move back into his family mansion. Summer cocktail parties and a long stay at the Targaryen residency, Aemond might let the girl who’s always been in his life make a home in his heart.

Tangerines, in general, symbolize prosperity, good luck and happiness. So if these delicious fruits appear in your dreams - whole or in the form of juice - it is usually very positive. A dream with tangerines expresses the desire and the possibility of progress and prosperity

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warnings: angst & fluff! English isn’t my first language<3

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Chapter 1: runaway bride

He shouldn’t be stressed, should he? 

Everything is in the right place; groomsmen are standing behind him while fixing each other’s coats and reassuring him, bridesmaids are in front of him as they talk and giggle, the guests are whispering and the priest is tapping his fingers on his watch.

Alys is a few minutes late, but it’s just a few minutes, there’s nothing to worry about. Aemond knows she must be even more stressed than he is. It’s their big day after all and naturally, the bride is the more anxious one. Surely that’s true, right? But why are his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his coat uncontrollably, why is rocking on the ball of his feet? He can’t be that nervous.

He looks around, finding his mum biting her nails. She searches around the room, looking for someone, anyone, to come and tell her about her bride-to-be’s whereabouts. His eye finds Helaena, watching as she caresses the flower petals before meeting his gaze, smiling broadly at him. He smiles back, but it doesn’t reach his eyes to convince her he’s doing alright. He is alright, just a tad bit too stressed for everyone’s liking, especially Helaena who can sense his nerves buzzing with excitement and fear. 

The church Alicent chose for his wedding has been used by Targaryens for years and passed on for generations. The walls covered in royalty tapestries of mythical Valyrian gods have seen many weddings and unions, and now, they will see his wedding.

He sighs, wanting to run his fingers through his hair but remembering his hair is in a low bun and his Mum would kill him if he ruined his perfectly done hair. He sighs again, looking up at the ceiling, his brow furrowing in worry.

What is taking her so long? She should have been here ten minutes ago.

Aemond turns around and looks at Daeron, their eyes meeting for a brief second before his younger brother nods and walks to the corner of the hall before slipping out the door without any hesitation. 

“Don’t worry, brother, she’ll come around,” Aegon says, his breath stinking with the three glasses of champagne he’s had from the bar in the garden attached to the church grounds, where they will host the party.

“This isn’t another simple date she can be late to. This is our wedding, Aegon!” He exhales shakily, his voice barely above whispering.

He knows he is right, even Aegon knows he is right, but there is little they both can do. They need to wait for her to show up eventually. She will, won’t she? Of course she will, it was Alys who was too eager to marry, start a family, and take a step towards their shared dreams. She reassured him of his hesitation, and he agreed to do this with a heart full of love.

“Sir,” the priest calls him, “I’m needed for another ceremony in about an hour and the ride there will take a long—“

“She will come,” Aemond’s response is more of a reassurance to him than the priest, “you must have seen this more than us, Sir, the bride always shows up.”

“Yes, yes, my apologies,” the man nods his head, going back to do whatever he was doing before. 

With every second that passes and Alys doesn’t show up he grows more restless, beads of sweat forming on his hairline. Aemond is a closed-up person, not really used to showing his feelings and emotions outwardly, but now, he is tapping his foot on the ground while his eye swipes at the guests, finding his half-sister’s family behind his Mum — he averts his eye quickly. The last thing he needs is to get furious over his sister’s goblins.

“What is taking her so long?” He hears someone say from the guests, even their stupid gossip is not enough to distract them from how late the bride is. He is growing desperate at this point, the muscles in his shin are growing tired with how fast he is tapping his foot on the floor, his fingers can no longer fidget with his coat instead his nails are digging into his sweaty palm.

Please, please, Alys, just open this door… He thinks to himself before spotting Daeron sneaking inside the hall with you on your toe. He watches as the two of you make your way toward Helaena, whispering something in her ear before she and Daeron leap out of the hall in a second, catching everyone’s attention.

The hall grows noisier, and the hushed whispers turn into loud accusations and questions; “Where is the bride?”

“I have always known she was problematic!” 

“Eight years older? How scandalous!”

“How did Viserys Targaryen let his son marry her?”

“I have heard she has quite the reputation with men, always after their money—“

Now his hands are shaking, he hides them by locking them behind his back before he looks in front of him, trying to mask out the noise. Aemond catches your eye, watching as you give him a reassuring smile before taking slow steps towards him.

“Hey you.”

“Hey…” he replies as best as he can without his voice breaking, “you look beautiful.”

“So do you, little nerd!” You reach to fix his bowtie, trying to calm him down a bit, “not so little though, right? You’re getting married before me!”

“Yeah, I’m younger and I beat you to it,” he chuckles a little, silently thanking you for keeping a leash on his nerves.

It’s always been like this since the two of you remember. Growing up close to the Targaryens as Helaena’s kindergarten friend until now, you have grown to know each of the siblings like the back of your hand, especially Aemond who was a constant presence in your games with Helaena since he could walk — sometimes it feels like you are his best friend and not Helaena’s with how attentive you are to him. As much as he wishes for that to be true, he knows the bond you share with his sister is something so precious and special that no one can break it.

“Just so you wait, Aemond, you won’t be invited to my wedding when the time comes!” You tease him, trying to lighten his mood, reaching to fix a few strands of hair that have fallen out of his bun.

“That’s not fair—“

Everyone falls silent when the door is pushed open, revealing a heaving Daeron and a very anxious Helaena. You both turn around to look at the siblings, meeting them halfway with Aegon following you closely. 

“We…” Helaena starts, but she can’t talk. Something bad must have happened for her to be so speechless.

“What?” You ask gently, resting your hand on her shoulders in hopes of trying to get her to talk.

“We found Alys,” Daeron looks at Aemond with an unreadable expression, “but she…”

“Spit it out for fuck sake!” Aegon whispers through gritted teeth, his hand shoved in his pockets as he waits for Daeron to finish his sentence.

“She doesn’t want to get married,” Helaena blurts out, swallowing the lump in her throat as she looks at Aemond with sad sympathetic eyes.

“Hel, this is insane. Did she say it herself—“ you say, frowning slightly.

“Criston is holding her back from running away. There’s a car parked outside, I think—“

Aemond can’t listen to these words anymore, so he pushes past his siblings and you, jogging out of the church towards the attached garden, finding Cole and Alys tangled in a messy fight as she tries to escape from his grasp.

“Alys!” He yells her name, making the couple freeze, but in a second, she knees Cole in his stomach and runs past him, her long white dress drags across the grass as she bolts out of the gates too fast for Aemond to be able to catch up, and once he does, he watches the car leave.

The noises around him vanish, and all he can hear is the thumping of his pulse in his ears, and the sharp breaths he takes. The world around him seems to disappear, and his good eye follows the path the car is taking, his fingers are tingling, his chest rising and falling rapidly while he tries to regain his grip on himself.

He sighs, finally his senses coming back as he looks around him, finding you, his Mum, and his siblings running towards him. Aemond doesn’t wish to talk to anyone, he wants to stay invisible, for the world to swallow him whole and keep him away from the humiliation that is about to be unleashed on him.

“Darling—“

“Aemond—“

The group reaches him, Alicent cups his face in her warm hands as she looks at him with tears stinging her eyes. Aemond can see how devastated she is about him, how she desperately wants to say something and ease his pain but the words are lost in the air when she opens her mouth to utter them.

He reaches and holds her wrists gently, pressing her palms against his cheeks as they silently communicate their emotions — no words need to be said, they understand, Alicent understands his pain, and he knows that she would take it away if she could.

“We should tell the guests,” Aemond says before letting go of his Mum’s hands, striding past his siblings and you towards the salon attached to the church, finding many of the guests already there — his half-sister and her kids with a few other relatives.

He knows they are waiting to hear more of this mess just to taunt him and make his day worse. Everyone knows they are looking for one mistake from him and his family to ruin their reputation, and now, with Aemond Targaryen’s runaway bride, they must be ecstatic.

“What happened, nephew? We thought we were invited for a traditional wedding, but all we see is a lonely groom—“

The glare Aemond gives his uncle and nephews is enough for them to shut up. He tries to put up a strong front, head held high and hands folded behind his back, but if you squint you can see how his resolve is crumbling with each second that he spends in their presence.

He decides not to give in to their silly games and walks towards the bar before he snatches the pack of cigarettes on the stool, leaving the room without saying a word. His mind is foggy as he tries to walk past everyone, he is handling many things at the same time but the bitter and heavy feeling in his chest crushes his strength to process it.

The sound of chatter and gossip fades away as he walks through the back garden of the church; a few little benches and a fountain in the corner hidden from the eyes of the guests with a wisteria tree.

This area could have made a romantic core memory for Aemond and Alys if only things had gone differently…

With a deep sigh, he sits on the ground, his back against the fountain as he fiddles with his bow tie, undoing the first few buttons of his shirt, his coat falling on the ground next to him. He opens the pack of cigarettes, pulling one out before he reaches in his pants for a lighter — something he is sure you’d scold him for as you always do, teasing him lightheartedly about his obsession with lighters.

When he inhales the smoke, his mind gets clearer, and he can think a little better, but he is not sure if he would really like to do so. His ex-fiancé left him just a few minutes ago, and his mind fills with dreadful thoughts.

Was it him?

Was he too young for her? Too immature?

Did she change her mind because she loved someone else?

Was he too strict and selfish?

Was it really him who brought this on himself? On his family?

He blows out the smoke, resting his elbow on his knee as he reaches to untie his bun, his hair falling freely around his shoulders while the droplets of water land on the soft silver strands from the fountain.

It is the beginning of the summer, the spring chill of the weather is replaced with an increasing heat, the birds chipper and he can see the peachy hue of sunset in the sky from between the leaves of the tree.

He feels numb, a dull ache in his chest blooming as the reality hits him. Aemond takes another drag of his cigarette, throwing his head back, and letting his hair fall inside the water fountain. He sniffs, closing his eye to keep his tears from flowing down, the storm of his thoughts wrecking his mind once again.

He loves her, she was his everything from the start — his first kiss, first girlfriend, first fight. Alys was his everything, and now, she is nothing but a memory, a memory he wishes to wipe away quickly. 

How can you claim to love someone and leave them without any remorse? 

There is guilt and sadness, but mostly it’s the doubt and self-hatred that makes him want to sob. Many questions are swirling in his head about how he is the reason she has left. Maybe she was right about leaving him, no one would like to be the wife of a man who deals with heavy pain daily.

He takes another drag, relishing in the feeling of the soft evening breeze that kisses his heated skin, cooling him down a little. The smell of smoke grounds him in this world, making him forget about the mess that is probably happening in the church. He is sure his siblings and Mum are trying their best to talk to Alys’ relatives and other guests, explaining the situation in a hurry.

“Your suite must have cost thousands,” you say casually, announcing your presence as you walk with your long dress in hand, careful with how uneasy your heels feel on the soft grass, making your way to where he is sitting.

“Nothing compared to the decorations she ordered,” he scoffs, putting out his cigarette on the edge of the stone of the fountain before he straightens his neck and looks at you.

“Yeah, I saw them,” you sigh, fisting your skirt before sitting next to him, shoulders touching subtly, “she has a very… interesting taste. Who’d thought a lawyer would be into witchcraft?”

“She likes things no one can understand,” he says, gazing up at the wisteria tree, “I also paid for the dress you are getting wet grass stains on—“

“That was irrelevant because Hel bought it for me! She knew how much of an ass you’d be about it,” you chuckle a little, watching as a ghost of a smile finds its way to his face before it falters and his eye drops to the grass, the smile no longer visible.

“Yeah, maybe that’s why Alys left,” he scoffs in disbelief again, shaking his head a little as he thinks of every bad trait he has, considering all of them could be the reason she decided she was better off without him.

“Her loss,” you say softly, “you are too funny, little nerd, even for someone who can be a stuck-up ass sometimes.”

“You are lucky my sister loved you enough to keep you around because I’d get rid of you the second I could,” he mumbles, huffing out a small laugh when you punch his biceps playfully.

“That’s not nice, Aemond!” You laugh together, rubbing the place where you hit him, “You love me too, that’s why you will never get tired of me,” saying this, you can see his shoulder tensing — love, what a weird word to use. 

Does he love you? Does he even love anyone?

Maybe he does, but it wasn’t enough to keep his fiance with him.

Maybe his love was too much for Alys to bear.

“How did you find me?” He asks, his voice hoarse and thick, “I was trying to be invisible.”

“Give me that—“ you grab the pack of cigarettes from him, pulling one out and waiting for Aemond to light it for you. You inhale a puff, handing it back to him before looking up at the sky, “do you remember when you’d steal my books and go into your old stables to read?”

“I do, no one could find me,” he takes a drag of the cigarette, blowing out the smoke before he talks, “but you did.”

“I believed you would do it because you wanted someone to look for you,” you look at him with soft eyes, “and I always did. Your siblings had no idea where you would go, but I knew you like the back of my hand. Or maybe I just wanted my book back!”

He matches your smile, but you can see the pain in his eye, this is not a time to beat around the bush. He wishes to let it out — whatever it is. Perhaps it’s anger, frustration, betrayal, maybe it’s his ultimate desire to vanish into thin air to save himself from the press and humiliation that he’ll be going through.

“What did I do wrong?” He asks, and you must be able to see the agony he is in, he is in grave distress, and the cloud of doubt is causing a tornado in his head that will kill the remaining of his confidence, “did I not give her enough love, show her how much I wanted her?”

“You gave her your heart, something you would never do for someone you didn’t like,” you reach and squeeze his shoulder, “you did your best, gave her your everything. We all saw how devoted you were, it is not your fault.”

“Then why? Why?!” He asks desperately, looking at you with his wide teary eye, the ocean blue orb staring into your soul with need, “I thought I was everything she wanted, she said it herself—“ he looks away before he can cry, throwing his head back to stop the tears from falling, putting the cigarette between his thin lips.

“You are more than enough, Aemond—“

“She wasn’t worth it, was she?” He cuts you off, “she took me for granted,” he sounds so little, so fragile, and he feels so.

“You loved her! I’m sure, Aemond, that your love for her was so beautiful and precious, it was Alys who couldn’t be better.”

“She was the one who wanted to get married as soon as possible…” he whispers, closing his eye as he talks with the cigarette between his lips, “even Aegon made fun of me for not saying no to her, he said I needed to grow up and not give in to her whims.”

“Aegon is a little shit, he can’t even keep one girl in a one-month relationship. He should be the last person on earth to get advice from,” You nudge his shoulder, grab the cigarette, and pull it away from his lips, “loving your partner is not a crime. So what? You liked spoiling her, did you not?”

“Yeah, I did…” he says, looking back down at his fingers rubbing over the fabric of his pants, “Alys used to tell me I was a kid too, that I needed to grow up or else I wouldn’t be a good husband.”

“Oh, Aemond…”

He averts his gaze towards you, tears brimming in his eye, “I did everything I could,” he is helpless, the gut-wrenching feeling is eating him alive.

“Don’t bottle it up, little nerd,” you reach and push a few strands of his hair behind his ear, “you can cry, I’m here.”

And he does; he rests his head on your shoulder and starts sobbing quietly, tears falling on his scarred cheek.

“I’m here,” you whisper, wrapping your arm around his shoulders, making him feel safe enough to pour his emotions out.

Aemond has been avoiding the situation as best as he can; ignoring his grandfather’s calls, not leaving the house for a few weeks, and trying to get a hold on his life again.

All his efforts are in vain.

He still lives in the same apartment in Rosby he and Alys bought a few months ago, their photos and pictures hanging on the walls, the bed they used to sleep on together, their bathroom, their kitchen — everything feels like an old movie reel, a twilight zone he doesn’t know if he likes to leave or embrace and drown in it.

Aemond has been keeping contact with his siblings throughout the past week, refusing their help to come and live with him for a while, saying he wanted some time alone to figure out what he wished to do from then on.

The media is filled with pictures of him standing outside the garden catching the car speeding away — how the paparazzi get there? No one knows but the fingers are pointed at his half-sister and uncle. The pictures are all over the news and the internet, mainly using his Targaryen name to drag him into the dirt.

He plops down on the couch, unlocking his phone only to be greeted with thousands of texts from his Mum and Daeron, begging him to come home and stay the summer with them in Targaryen residency. It’s not an idea he hasn’t entertained before, in fact, he would like to go back home and take some time off for himself. So he texts Alicent and tells her he’ll move in with them for a while until he is better and ready to come back to this forsaken apartment.

He starts packing a few hours later, dirty clothes thrown into the washing machine while he sits on the floor with a huge suitcase ready to be filled. Suddenly his phone starts ringing, startling him greatly. He reaches for the phone on the bed, looking at the screen to see who’s calling him. You. Your name lights up his phone, making him smile a little, thinking probably the word has spread like wildfire.

“Hey,”

“Hey yourself, little nerd!” You say enthusiastically, “heard you wanna move back into your Mum’s place.”

“Hmm, yeah,” he sighs, securing the phone between his ear and shoulder as he talks to you, “a change would be nice, especially for the summer.”

“Then you’re in luck!” You reply, “Hel asked me to come and spend the summer at the mansion too!” he chuckles when he hears you groaning over who knows what before continuing, “Anyway, I’ll come to your place whenever you want so I can help you pack whatever you’d like to take there and then drive to King’s Landing.”

“Sounds great, I really appreciate the offer,” he agrees, grabbing the phone as soon as the washing machine stops, “I’d like it if you could take some time and come here tomorrow?”

“Of course, just send me the location, alright? The sooner we pack, the sooner we can have some of Aegon’s magnificent cocktails!”

“Urgh, that loser will be home too?” He feigns a groan, breaking character when he hears your snort.

“Stop being mean to him, he makes the best Sex on the Beach!” You both chuckle, knowing you are right, Aegon does make the best cocktails known to humankind, “We’ll have fun there, and I’ve missed Vhagar so much!”

“I missed her too,” Aemond says fondly, “thank you again for helping me out, I wouldn’t have reached out if you didn’t call me.”

“Oh I know, that’s why I called. You can always count on me! Anyway, I’ll come tomorrow and help you pack.”

“Alright, thank you, I’ll text you the address,” Aemond says, grabbing the basket to empty the wet clothes from the washing machine.

“See you tomorrow, Little nerd!”

“You should have told me you have a Chevy Camaro, I doubt we can fit anything in this little car!” you hug and greet him when he opens the door, “I brought my things too if it’s okay with you.”

“Yeah, sure, the sooner we pack, the sooner we can leave!” He replies, grabbing your suitcase’s handle, and leading you inside his apartment, “Don’t worry, my car has carried much larger things. This is nothing.”

“Whatever you say! Now— woah, you are packed already?” You look around the room, a few boxes neatly put on top of each other and labeled, one backpack and another half-filled suitcase on the floor.

“I just need some help with my clothes and whether I should…” he points at the framed photos on the walls, photos of him and Alys, “throw them out or send them to her with her belongings.”

“Well, I think you should give it some time before you do something you might regret,” you squeeze his shoulder lightly, “it seems we can go tonight, right? You don’t have many things left to pack.”

“Yeah, just a few clothes! You can get the snack while I put them in the suitcase—“

“No, no, lemme fold your clothes! You should start putting the boxes away, I’ll get everything ready,” you pat him on the chest, walking towards his bedroom to fold his clothes for him.

He nods silently and thanks you before he grabs the boxes and leaves the apartment. You both work quickly, taking a break and having tea together, you ask about how he’s holding up, and he dismisses your questions as best as he can, not really wishing to entertain the thoughts that’ll disturb him.

“Aemond, do you want to bring your books too?” You ask him, groaning as you drop the heavy box on his bed, “because I doubt we’ll have enough space to take all of these with us to King’s Landing.”

“Just those that are already tucked away!” He yells from the kitchen, finishing cooking for you, “We’ll finish it after dinner, c’mon.”

“Okay,” you sigh tiredly, not really expecting the packing to drag on for so long. After all, he said he only needed a few clothes, not half of his wardrobe with his expensive watches and sunglasses.

“I think we have packed enough for at least ten spontaneous parties Aegon will be throwing this summer,” you mutter, sitting behind the island in the kitchen.

“I doubt he’d let an occasion like my birthday let go so easily now that I’m back home,” Aemond shrugs, handing you a plate, “he mostly ignores the occasion but I’m sure he and Mum will do something, and make a huge deal out of it. That’s why I need to be prepared.”

“Well, it’s the first birthday in a while that I’m attending too so it better be something good!” You tease him, thanking him for the delicious meal.

“It will be, or at least Mum’s plans will be great. She has Daeron as her non-assigned assistant now that I’m gone and they make quite the duo. They always host the best gatherings together.”

“Alicent is a perfectionist, of course, she’ll be the best person to throw a birthday party for you,” you agree with him, “but you can’t deny that Aegon’s parties are always better! He’s reckless, and the drinks are the best.”

“Only the best for the oldest Targaryen son, right?” He sighs again, looking down at his plate, “Sorry, it slipped my tongue, I shouldn’t have said it.”

“It’s okay,” you reach and rub his forearm, “you’re dealing with lots of things now, I understand, we all do.”

“I hope I don’t ruin your summer with us with my stupid sappy attitude,” Aemond jokes — or at least tries to.

“Sappy or not, you are my best friend’s brother, and I watched you grow up! There is nothing you can do to make my time with you miserable,” you smile at him softly, finishing your plate before you both stand up to get ready and leave, “I’ll take care of the dishes, you go close your suitcase and we take whatever’s left to your car.”

Time passes quickly and you find yourself getting inside Aemond’s car later than you expected. He makes sure everything is packed and safe both in the apartment and in the trunk before he gets inside the passenger seat — he can’t drive at night because of his eyesight so you’ll drive to King’s Landing. It’s not a long ride fortunately; four hours by car and you’ll be there in no time.

Aemond, despite trying to keep up with the conversation, falls asleep halfway through the road, and you let him take a nap before you arrive there and get bombarded by questions left and right.

When you pull in front of the entrance gates, Cole is already waiting for you, ready to take your bags out and park the car even though someone else could be doing it.

“Hi, Cole,” Aemond greets him with a thick voice, rubbing his sleepy eye before he gives Criston a halfway hug, patting his back.

You shut down the engine, get out of the car, and greet Cole after you hand him the remote, following Aemond in the path leading to the entrance door with a few boxes in hand as you help him take a few of his belongings inside the house.

Alicent is already waiting in front of the door anxiously, slowly rubbing her throat and neck as she waits for Aemond to reach her before she brings him in a tight embrace, not minding the sharp points of the boxes digging in her sides — just having her son with her is enough to remedy all of her pain.

“My darling,” she tears up a little, caressing his hair and kissing his cheek, “I’m so happy you decided to come home, I missed you so much.” “I missed you too, Mother,” he pulls back a little to put the boxes down and hug her completely, resting his head on top of hers as she wraps her arms around him.

Everyone is interrupted when a series of barks echo in the house, and in a second, a huge fluffy black Chow Chow jumps on Aemond, licking his face happily. Vhagar, oh, how he missed his old lady. He chuckles and scratches behind her ears, ignoring all the stares as he reunites with her.

“Babyyyyyyy!” Helaena squeals before she runs towards you to help you with Aemond’s things, kissing you and giving you a side hug, “Thank you for agreeing to come! I’m sure we’ll have lots of fun together.”

“Thank you for having me, lovey!”

“I’m so thankful you helped him, darling,” Alicent pulls away from the pair nearly lying on the floor while one of them is having his face licked, her hand caressing your back as she draws you in her arms as well, “Thank you for bringing home, I’m in debt to you—”

“Oh, no, it was nothing!” You look at her before giving Aemond and Vhagar a cheeky smile, “It was the least I could do, I’m glad I could help.”

“Come, come! You must be tired, your rooms are ready. Cole will take your bags,” she says, leading the way with Aemond who has his free arm wrapped around Daeron, and Vhagar jumps next to his feet while you and Helaena follow them.

“Aegon is asleep, you know him, he has big plans for this summer, especially now that Aemond can use some distraction,” she bumps her shoulder to yours, “meaning we’ll have the time of our lives!”

“Yeah,” you smile at her before looking ahead of you, catching Aemond turning around to give you a quick smile, “What a summer it’ll be.”

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MOD PIXEL

Hello everypony! I’m Pixel, also known as @fruitypieq :3

I use he/they/lun/luna and my ponysona, Night Peak, uses she/he/they. My favorite ponies are Princess Celestia and Princess Cadance, and of course Sunset Shimmer too!

I am not sure what else to put here but I’m very excited to be here, its nice to meet all of you! I’m excited to start drawing your requests and I hope I can help make your day even a little better!

If you enjoy my art you can find more of it on my main blog, or on my art blog, @fruitypieq-art! Have a wonderful day everypony!

ART TAG / MAIN BLOG

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MOD WILLOW

Hiya! I’m Mod Willow! I use any pronouns and so does my ponysona, Cece! I’m intersex, intergender, transmascfem and lesbian. I am currently trying to get into school to become a therapist but art is one of my biggest passions! I love helping and inspiring people so I hope my art can do that for you all <3

I love all the ponies but my very favorite is Princess Luna, and my favorite out of the Mane Six is probably Fluttershy. I’ve been in the fandom for about 12 years and I’m very happy to be contributing to it in any way I can!

Have a lovely day and stay mindful!

ART TAG / MAIN BLOG

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MOD APPLEJACK

Hi everypony, I’m mod applejack! I’m a 22 year old mlp superfan who has a special passion for G1 although all gens have a place in my heart. I love to cook, read, and draw for others. My other special interest besides mlp is beekeeping; I’m actually a certified beekeeper myself! I’m so happy to become a part of this amazing blog and support those who need it<3

ART TAG / MAIN BLOG

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MOD FAELING

Hi all! I’m Mod Faeling! I go by Fae or Faeling, and my pronouns are she/her. I’m a 30 years young autistic artist who has a love for helping bring positivity to others! ✨

My ponysona is goes by Star Blossom with she/her pronouns!

My favourite generation is Gen4 and my favourite MLP is Fluttershy! I love how gentle she is and her love for animals, it matches my personality so well!💕

I am happy to be here, I have a love for drawing positive art, as I do the same on my own social media’s art accounts but not just MLP characters, all sorts of different cartoon and anime characters with positive quotes!

I’ve always wanted to help others in some way and doing things like this has always made my heart feel like I’m doing something good in the world, you all deserve encouraging and positive words to get through your days! 💕

If you end up liking my art, you can always find me at @faelingmagic on tumblr or all my other socials at http://linktr.ee/faelingmagic

I look forward to drawing for you all!

ART TAG / MAIN BLOG

[starfall-sys]

Welcome to our glorious page, where we post about system stuff, witchcraft (sometimes), neurodivergent things, silly stuff, aesthetic stuff, artwork, photography, and more!

PLEASE CHECK THE #yellowcosmiccheeseburger TAG REGARDING A NOTICE FOR THE PRO ENDOS AND ENDO ACCOUNTS WHO WANT TO INTERACT WITH OUR BLOG

HASHTAGS FOR EASIER NAVIGATION:

#yellowcosmiccheeseburger for systemboxes, announcements and important posts

#starfallasks for ask posts that we respond to

#starfallmustread for all posts regarding my ex specifically and all the stuff hes done to us and his victims (please read if possible) + other call out posts

#starfallposts for every post I have made that isnt just another reblog (might have a few reblogs)

Other blogs

Main blog: @sparkly-starfall

Witchy blog: @sunlight-starfall

Headspace blog (Managed by Hartley): @starry-headspace

Littles’ blog (Ran by our littles and their caretakers): @little-star-squad

Shared blog with our qpp (Ran by us and our qpp):

@sunset-soulmates

Please do remember these key things:

- We have AuDHD (Autism and ADHD), so if you’re sending an ask, PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD USE THE DAMN TONE TAGS, OR ELSE WE MAY MISUNDERSTAND YOU.

- We wont answer every question about our system unless we are comfortable answering the question.

- We are self diagnosed due to repeated medical neglect. However we are in the process of getting official diagnoses for Autism, ADHD, and our OSDD thanks to our doctor actually listening to us this time 😭

- We use I/me pronouns along with we/us. Depending on the situation, if we use I/me, it’s usually by accident or the person who is fronting is referring to themselves.

- We may forget to put trigger warnings, please tell us as soon as possible if something serious needs a trigger warning. I won’t put any trigger warnings for my own healed scars though.

- Please be mindful that some of us are sensitive, so please be patient with us and please don’t attack us over the tiniest things, it can easily give us panic attacks

- TELL US IF WE SAID SOMETHING THAT IS DAMAGING. PLEASE. OR IF ITS INACCURATE.

- Please accurately tell us your boundaries so that we don’t overstep any of them. Especially boundaries regarding sensitive information and topics. We take boundaries very seriously.

DNI, Commission rules, and more down below

We use ‘✨🌟💫’ as our collective tag. Individual alters will use their own tag if they feel like it, will list those later on.

Alter tags:

Silas: ✨ or ✨ 🌟 💫

Wynn: ❤️‍🔥

Chara: 🔪

Ennie: 🧸

James: 🟡

Vince: ❤️‍🩹

Sage: 💚

Angel Dust: ❤️

Luna: 🌙

Riley: 🩵

Casey: 💛

Eden: 💕

Hartley: 🟪

Francis: 🧡 or 🍊

Frisk: 🌼

Karly: 💜

SK: 🔮

Gaster: ❔

Lucifer: 🦆

Rebecca: 💦

Ruby: 💔

Keeper (The Keeper): 🖤

Purble kitty (no official name yet): 🐱

Jinn (J for short): 🍪

COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN!!!!

Rules/Guidelines for commissions:

- Can be NSFW however I won’t do anything too graphic that could trigger me or get me in trouble.

- VERY IMPORTANT NOTE: I CANNOT DRAW PEOPLE. So please don’t ask me to draw people I genuinely can’t.

- I will take collage commissions and abstract art commissions, and maybe other forms of art if I can make it.

- If you are asking for a collage please give me a theme or a general idea. If you don’t like a certain part of a collage I wont mind changing it, just specify what you want changed and what you want instead.

- If you are asking for abstract, you will have to specify what type of abstract you want. It could be shapes, scribbles, funny and creepy looking creatures (I make those too), but you need to tell me what you want. Be as specific as possible. Please keep in mind that I can’t necessarily change much since I can’t exactly read your mind on what you want exactly but I will do my best to make it good!

- I will also take generic wallpaper commissions as long as it’s something that I can make. If it’s something that I cant do (people, animals, most plants unless i drew them in simple designs), then I may not be able to make it.

- PLEASE DONT ASK ME TO MAKE SOMETHING I AM UNCOMFORTABLE WITH. So nothing with heavy gore or triggering topics. I’m okay with vent collages though.

I may make exceptions to some of these guidelines or change them as I get better at art again but for now this is what I will have laid out.

Anyways here’s our DNI (simplified):

- NSFW blogs

- Anti self dx

- Blogs faking disorders

- Blogs starting unnecessary drama

- Don’t interact with us if you have hurt us before and we have yet to forgive you

- Misinformation blogs. Keep your smooth brain OFF MY PAGE.

- Blogs enforcing politics without asking. We are not interested in politics

- Homophobic, sexist, racist, transphobic, ableist, or are generally hateful of those different than you. Leave us alone, and mind your own business

- Controversial and unacceptable identities (transracial, MAPs, super straight, etc).

- Blogs actively disrespecting other people’s religions/preaching your religion into our blog without permission.

- You support abusers and victimblame people.

- You support bullying.

- You dont believe that RAMCOA is real or you believe in ‘npd abuse’ or any form of ‘disorder abuse’.

- You traumadump or vent publicly.

We know things may be tough but please don’t dump your problems onto someone else who didn’t ask for it. It’s mentally exhausting and can trigger others easily. If you really need help, there are helplines available. If you want someone to talk to, please go elsewhere or send a DM instead of sending us an ask or commenting on our posts publicly

- Pro-Isra3l/z1on1st, or support genocide. We stand for Palestine, always have and always will.

- YOU ARE SPECIFICALLY SOPHIEINWONDERLAND OR YOUR SIDE BLOGS IF YOU HAVE ANY. YOURE THE ONLY NON TRAUMAGENIC PERSON WHO WE WILL NEVER ACCEPT IN OUR BLOG. SO FUCK OFF.

- Blogs that support problematic ships on the internet/support problematic content on the internet, aka darkships.

- You are on our ex’s side (even after being informed of what he’s done) and refuse to acknowledge that our ex is an abuser who has abused multiple people. (Check #starfallmustread tag below)

WHEW, that was a LOT. Anyways here are the rules of my blog:

- Please dont overswear.

- NO SLURS OR HATEFUL LANGUAGE

- Don’t start unhealthy arguments. A healthy debate is fine but if it gets out of hand then no.

- Please be respectful towards others and to us as well

- Please dont bring up triggering topics without a trigger warning in an ask. Do not bring up triggering topics in a public comment at ALL unless you are responding to a post related to that topic.

- Please dont spam too much. Its funny at first but after a while it gets annoying

- Please avoid self promotion (doesnt mean you can’t promote your stuff but just don’t overdo it)

- If there is something inaccurate on our posts, TELL US RESPECTFULLY. We will not listen if you are being rude.

- Please do not attack us.

- PLEASE AVOID POLITICS IF POSSIBLE

- No doxxing. At all.

- Please dont harass us or other people.

Anyways, this list will update in the future if necessary. Have fun on our blog!

[leejungchans]

what if noona wasn’t neomu yeppeo part.2/????

@joshuas @seungcy my lovely noonas that are younger than me (no comment as to which one of us said what)

warning(s): very questionable things, probably shouldn’t read this if you’re under 16

/ = same person ; // = different people

i can’t believe people didn’t choose Illusion as number one mv 🙄🙄 it’s austin’s sexiest song

lightheaded🙏 seeing god

KEEP YPUR CLOTHES ON EVEYRONE

“SOL RIA HELP ME WIPE@MY BUTT PLEASE!!!!!”

i wanna kiss seungkwan in his liver / on his lips isn’t enough

my father is not running over any pedestrians today // we’ll see

my braincell is reviving

BEG FOR ME BY RV IS A SONG YOU NEED TO [redacted] YOUR BOYFIE TO

moisturizing my meat 🥩 / and lotion 😘🥩‼️

i’m [redacted] enuf purr

idk people that are mean to him are anti me bc he’s my entire brand </3

a big slay created the universe / slayed too hard i created planets

your honor / my [redacted] is [redacted] ‼️🥺

shuas back probably hurts sm </3 / from carrying the title of best dilf // FROM CARRYING ALL THE WEIGHT OF BEING SUCH A DILF

I WANT HIM I WANT HIM TO [redacted] ME I WANT HIM TO MAKE ME HIS STUPID [redacted] I WANT—

gurlz moisture their meet

you owe me a [redacted] / COKE

sometimes farts sound so embarrassed / WHY DO THEY ECHO 💔💔💔 / i need a bathroom that’s far away from society

good news is i seem to have gotten over fifty shades so i can write ceo hcs wo cringing again 😻

mothers and feckers of the jury

i’ll shove my cane up your butt // boring

WHAT IF HE THREW ME OFF A CLIFF IN MY DREAM // still cute

guys i showered / please congratulate me

i’m going to [redacted] you

im gonna shred all my clothes into pieces

oh my god it’s a sunday morning / i’m cuteeee / cursed

i don’t want you to have my children???

lucy is like what wikipedia is to a university assignment

i am the master of my own destiny bbbbb

american dream 🇦🇺🦘

how am i supposed to live laugh and love in these conditions

cant believe a pecan got to u before i could

prof ; so what visual aid did u bring / me : myself <3

oi eff u you smelly cant

connecting with my estarlian roots rn

thongs are uncomfortable

me when i accidentally bonked my piano teacher’s poodle on the keys

[leejungchans]

@seungcy 😻😭 this is lich rally you pls

i’ve literally never been more obsessed with a tiktok comment

[lunaevangeline]

For the color game 👀 so many of them omg

1.- strawberry lemonade (I’m 100% sure you give the best hugs, no doubt)

2.- meadow grass

3.- but also aqua

4.- definitely buttercup (pls you’re even brighter than the sunnn and you deserve for everything to go your way, so sending tons and tons of good vibes and hugs)

5.- blue bell (bc you are adorable 💕💕)

6.- olive

7.- CINNAMON!!!!

8.- outer space 100%

9.- mahogany 1000000000%

10.- ✨F✨U✨C✨H✨S✨I✨A✨

Also I just want to say I love it when you talk about space bc you’re just so passionate about it and know so much and luna ily and your brain is a wonderful, wonderful beauty *kiss kiss*

ALEEE YOU'RE TOO SWEET I'M DYING :(( ❤

Pls I will give you strawberry lemonade 🍓, buttercup ☀️ (bcs you're my sun, the center of my gravity - my world revolves around you), plum 💜, olive 🐸, blue bell 💙, cinnamon!!, mahogany ❤, blood orange 🍊, and FUCHSIA 💕 ++ all good things in the world..

[dollwritesarchive]

Cyma as HP characters? — 🍊🍦 (please I literally had to erase my emoji like twice because my fingers clicked on the wrong emoji's)

@glowunderthemoon Dobby 🥰

@thinkingth0ts Rita Skeeter 🤪

@agentofbarnes Lily Potter 💕

@nayastang Bellatrix Lestrange 😎

@kookthief Luna Lovegood 😍

@lordoftherazzles Remus Lupin 😚

@defkisshalen Nymphadora Tonks 🤩

[leejungchans]

what if noona wasn’t neomu yeppeo pt. 1/???

@joshuas @seungcy my lovely baldies oops ladies oops baldies

(no comment as to which one of us said what)

me an empath sensing ria doesn’t agree: 💔

cannibalism ❤️

chem first, hunks second

pls help me with my help for the future update please please �� this for my family members who

eat my foot u stinky

to do: get groceries, finish labs, make triplets

i’m gonna grab them by the ears and make them do chores // evil stepmother era

when you come home, they’ll be sleeping bcs i worked them to the bone 😡

busted right through the toilet

*whips out vlog camera in Wendy’s* “OMG GUYS YOU WOULDNT BELIEVE IT I JUST SHARTED MYSELF”

ALSO I'M SORRY FOR THE PERSON I WILL BECOME TODAY IT'S JOSHUA'S FAULT

ill wear my furry suit

🕷 jimin

i had chips with hot sauce and i’m gonna have the most explosive diarrhea tomorrow

i was reading through all your messages and none of them made sense

in every batch of albums there are only 10 with bald pcs

even though you did reject my idea of bringing bald caps into the photobooth

can spiders even smell // do spiders have noses // OUR MINDS

if i have dreams about this i’m gonna mail you a dirty thong

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ILL EAT THE MUCUS OUT OF HIS THROAT IDC

i would not like to imagine anyone here swallowing someone else’s mucus

in the forms there should’ve been an option to send bald photos as gifts 🙄🙄🙄

actually i’m hong but ok ok

SNIFFING THE DUTCH OVENS OUT HIS ASS

i forgot new york was in america for a sec

ill barf in front of their house

lick in between my toes real quick 😍

mermaid cowgirls

[leejungchans]

@seungcy <3

he's fine fine

[leejungchans]

@seungcy my wife is a HOMEWRECKER

[leejungchans]

@joshuas @seungcy our calls are summoning rituals in disguise.

[leejungchans]

HIII WIFEYYY CONGRATS ON 1K MUAH MUAH <3 i hope ur taking good care of urself <3 luv u sm muah

may i request 🫣 uni student kwan strangers to lovers where kwan wants to get to know fem!reader so as a way to slowly open up to her, he buys her snacks and leaves them by where she sits along with little notes <//3 KINDA LIKE A SECRET ADMIRER 🫣 and they talk this way for a couple months and reader wants to know them better so kwan gives them his number and then they meet up and yeah <3 fall in luv kiss kiss smoochies very fluffy i love him i won’t him yes yes 🫣🫣

no ❤️

jkjk i’d luv to write this for you wifey <333 thank you for requesting muah muah i love you more :hehecat: 💗💗 now bring back ur children <3

[leejungchans]

LUCY I HATE YOU THE CHAN ONE ON THE BOTTOM LEFT WILL HAUNT ME IN MY SLEEP

— damn, where’d their hair go!?

[leejungchans]

exposing my favourite starred messages in the coffee house. beware of chaos.

— tagging @joshuas @fallinchan @soonshuas @januarystars @lavenonie bc we are the culprits

when your husband’s tits get deleted

PASTA (derogatory)

a Big Mac for a big boy 🥰🥰

MY LITTLE BALD CHAMP

“you run your hands through his, lack of, hair”

my feet are not in good condition for photos right now

sometimes i feel like a floppy fish plane

YES I WANT YOU PITBULL

let’s talk about my sexy chusband chan who has a lot of hair

blue hour ?? 🚫 bald hour ✅‼️💪

LITERALLY MARRY ME I WOULD MARRY HIM

DO U NOT LIKE MY BALDNESS ?

do i want popcorn or do i want children 🤨

the clommy clilkers

hi u little rat this is absolutely not funny i am calling the cops

when the other mother turns into a spider it’s kinda hot

soob in general makes me want to wife up

the future is meaningless but the steve is now

i’m soobin sobbin

[leejungchans]

merry christmas wife <3 @seungcy

[leejungchans]

haikus of the coffee house staff being whipped 👁👅👁

@kwonsyoungs @fallinchan @januarystars @lavenonie @hanieverse these are mostly us i think 🧎🏻‍♀️💔 and even if none of these are yours you probably fuelled them so it was only right that i tagged you ❤️

if you don’t listen

to pitbull on ur first date

ur doing it WRONG

-

why am i acting

as though i don’t listen to

this every day

-

EXCUSE ME MOTHER

I HAVE OTHER PCS

ASIDE FROM LEE CHANS

-

i think i’m going

insane because bald seungkwan

is so attractive

-

we’ll make enough food

so we can take some home to

our rat husbandos

-

we met you when you

we’re 10/10 a+

grade whipped for soobin

-

thankful for soobin’s

december birthday so i

can feel like it’s 3

-

😰 why am i being

shamed for having the hots for

the other mother

-

-rp 8ball will

hoshi reply to me if

i post on weverse

-

-rp 8ball should

i leave my studies to run

away with seungkwan

-

I WILL TAKE YOU TO

EAT ALL THE NOODLES WE CAN

DO A BREAKFAST HAUL 🤧🤧🤧💔💔

-

:oooo my shua set is

overtaking the hannie

set in my notifs <3

-

AND BABY EVEN

ON OUR WORST NIGHTS IM INTO

YOU IM INTO YOU

-

YKW WITH THE AMOUNT

OF HANNIEROT TODAY ILL

ACCEPT THOSE WISHES

-

YEONJUN LIKE

HAD A RASPY VOICE IN THE

HOOK PART AND I LIKE 😵‍💫