#making it an official thread hehe

[avastyetwats]

Behind Closed Doors

Continued from here. @fornassau

The kiss was reciprocated instantly and Flint was grateful. He won't say it out loud, but he fuckin' missed him during the time he was gone. For... what? Three days? Far too fucking long for Flint's liking, but such was the life of a pirate. It took them from home, took them from each other, for days at a time, though they always came back. They always returned home to Nassau, but now they had something else to return to: each other. But again, Flint wouldn't say that out loud. It was too... intimate, wasn't it? Romantic was probably a better word and they weren't romantic. Or at least they were trying not to be, but there were some moments where it started to feel as such. Where touches, or even kisses, became too soft and gentle, where praises became almost sweet and sentimental, where feelings came into play that weren't just physical or sexual, where Flint almost said things he shouldn't. Where he wanted to, but he couldn't. Fuck, he wanted to, though.

And there were moments where he thought Vane did, too. Where perhaps he even tried but Flint stopped him either with a kiss or by cutting him off and talking instead or leaving wherever they currently lay. Things needed to remain physical and private, but that was becoming harder with each day. It was becoming harder with each kiss, with each touch of their hands, with each moment he was wrapped in Vane's arms feeling safer than he had in a long time, with each moment he was simply near Vane, wishing to be closer, wishing to be with him longer. Wishing to be with him.

Those thoughts, those feelings, changed how he was kissing at his neck without Flint even realizing. Kisses that, moments ago, were rough and dominating, were now soft, like he wanted to take his time with him and just feel him, just taste him, to drown in him, and he was practically clawing at his chest as though desperate to feel him, but when Vane speaks, it snaps Flint out of his daze. Fuck. He actually forgot about that damned map. The reason they were in this room in the first place. Well, one of the reasons.

He pulls away from his neck to look him in the eyes for a moment and then down at the paper in his hand. He actually got the fucking map. Not that he doubted he would. He learned long ago not to doubt him, and sure as hell not to underestimate him. "Took you long enough," His words sound insulting, but the smirk on his face conveys otherwise. He reaches for the map and gently pulls it from Vane's hand, but he doesn't unroll it. No. He moves to the table by the bed, sets it down and returns to the other Captain. "It can wait." It wasn't often Flint put aside the possibility of treasure and riches for something else unless he had no choice so it said a lot that he did so in this moment because he did have a choice. He made his choice. Though, the blood rushing south into his cock certainly played a part in that choice.

He undoes the belt looped through his trousers and sets it, as well as his weapons onto the table nearby, his eyes locking with Charles' again. "Doesn't feel much like I'm taking anything at the moment. You seem so willing to give it all." He smirks, feigning disappointment as he closes the distance so he can start on Charles' trousers next. His words were meant to challenge the other man, but he figures Vane knows that. After all, they were both all about the challenge. Whether out there or in here behind closed doors.

[cupidhoons]

📷 PHOTOBOOTH KISSES — PSH

in which . . . you and your boyfriend have your first kiss together — psh x f! reader ୨୧ highschool! au wc 895 ・ w kissing (derr), slightly suggestive? idk + likes n' feedback are greatly appreciated !

A/N 💌 hello cupids !! i'm slowly trying to get motivation to start writing more often and be on blr more so here's a revised and updated version of my old fic !! i hope u guys enjoy hehe :P my perm taglist is also open!

“LOOK, HOON! LET’S GO TO THE PHOTO BOOTH!” you exclaim, a bright smile lighting up your face as you gently tug on his arm.

It was your first official date as boyfriend and girlfriend—a simple but perfect day spent together, wandering through shops and vendors, laughing as you spotted matching trinkets and playful souvenirs. Sunghoon had insisted on paying for everything, flashing his card every time you picked up something even remotely interesting.

You couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter each time he did; there was something so sweet about how attentive he was, how eager he seemed to make this day special for you.

But even as he focused on making you smile, Sunghoon’s mind kept drifting back to a single thought: kissing you.

You’d shared quick, playful pecks before, and he’d felt his pulse quicken each time, wondering what it would be like to truly kiss you, to feel the warmth of your lips against his for more than just a second. But he held himself back, not wanting to push, unsure if you were ready. And yet, every time his gaze fell to your lips, he felt that ache—a soft, lingering desire, wondering if you felt the same.

As you look up at him now, eyes sparkling with excitement and cheeks flushed from the chill in the air, he can’t help but lose himself in the sight of you.

“Sure,” he says, returning your smile with a slightly shy grin, “I’ll pay again, though.” He reaches for your hand, fingers threading through yours as he leads you to the booth. The warmth of his hand in yours sends a thrill up your spine, and as he pulls the curtain aside for you, you feel butterflies dancing in your stomach.

“What poses should we do?” you ask, glancing at yourself in the mirror, fixing a stray strand of hair.

“Anything you want, babe,” he murmurs, unable to tear his eyes away from you as you tilt your head, smiling up at him with that easy, affectionate grin that’s becoming his favorite sight.

You both begin snapping photos—first a goofy face, then a sweet one with your hands cupping each other’s cheeks. With each flash, you feel yourselves getting more comfortable, more playful, laughing between shots as you both find reasons to hold each other a little closer.

But when the last slot comes up, you realize you’ve run out of ideas.

“Hoon! We need one more! But I’m out of ideas…” You pout, looking up at him with those big, expectant eyes, and Sunghoon feels his heart beat faster, the familiar desire stirring in his chest again. It feels like the perfect moment, and the countdown has already started. He swallows, glancing down at your lips as he makes up his mind.

Three… two…

Without another thought, he leans in, closing the distance and pressing his lips softly against yours. It’s gentle at first, a tentative touch, as if he’s testing the waters, but the warmth of your lips ignites something in him. His hand finds your waist, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss.

Your eyes widen briefly in surprise, but soon, your arms slide around his neck, pulling him in even closer as you melt into him, savoring the sweetness of his kiss.

When he finally pulls back, his cheeks are flushed, and he’s slightly out of breath, a shy but proud smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I… I’m sorry,” he stammers, eyes searching yours. “I couldn’t help myself. I’ve just… I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”

A soft laugh escapes your lips, and you reach up, brushing your fingers against his jaw. “Don’t be sorry,” you murmur, voice barely above a whisper. “I liked it, Hoon. I’ve been wanting to kiss you too… just too shy to make the first move.”

His face softens, a tender smile spreading across his lips as he dips his forehead to rest against yours, his hands still lingering on your waist. “Guess we don’t have to worry about being shy anymore, do we?” he whispers, his voice warm and gentle.

You shake your head, feeling your cheeks heat up under his gaze, but as his hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin so tenderly, you find yourself leaning into his touch, your heart racing in your chest.

After a moment, he tilts his head, eyes lingering on your lips, the question clear in his gaze. Without needing to say a word, he leans in once more, capturing your lips in another kiss—this time slower, sweeter, as if he wants to savor every second. You can feel the smile on his lips as he pulls you closer, and you let yourself sink into him, feeling completely at home in his arms.

When he finally pulls back, his gaze meets yours, a quiet intensity in his eyes that makes your heart skip. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing small circles against your back.

You smile, feeling a warmth spread through you as you tighten your hold around him. “Good,” you whisper, looking up at him with a playful sparkle in your eyes. “Because I don’t think I’ll let you.”

He chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead, his hands pulling you impossibly closer. "Deal."

[darlingofvalyria]

❝Will you forsake me, my love? And the babe I carry?❞

[ You had made a mistake. A slip up. You had overlooked the extent of Otto Hightower and his greed. Now you must make it right... or pay in fire and blood. ]

[ +18 MDNI ] [ 5,504 ] [ series masterlist ] | jacaerys velaryon x targaryen aunt-wife!reader (aegon's twin sister),

contains— canon divergence - manipulative reader— gets darkish but not yet dd:dne - targcest, angsty as fuck, pregnancy - nsfw: p & v sex, oral (male receiving) - no kings, no martyrs, no betas.

a/n— i... actually dunno how i got here tbh. thankfully, this isn't dead dove quite yet, but you, yes you, as jace's manipulative targ wife, almost did, girl, jfc. ahahaha! comments, reblogs & like at will, mwa! 💝 + now that there is a second part, and a third part i'm plotting (uh huh), this is officially a series!! its v loosey goosey, but it'll have a masterlist so... it means it has a taglist! message me to be tagged 💝 & if there are any drabbles/blurbs you wanna see!! message me lmk!! i have so many thoughts about jacey & manipulative reader hehe + dividers by @danowh0re

The only warning you receive is the missive hastily made by your twin.

In his panic, Aegon's scrawl had been barely legible, but the cold sweat that shot through your spine at making sense of the text had you keening over; fingers over your mouth, a dangerous gurgle in your stomach.

The world tilts, the air sucks inward.

Fear... Cold, weightless fear, settles in your heart.

"Princess!" Your maid, Dyana, shrieks, hands grasping your elbows to prevent you from falling. She turns to the door. "Call the maestre back! Now!"

You shake your head rapidly. "No, no. No Ser Addam. I am alright."

"But princess—"

"No, Dyana, I am alright." But you are pale, and a thrum shakes through fingers, rattling your ribcage and trying to yank your heart out of your throat. You have to find your footing or all will be lost. You grab Dyanna's arms and she winces. "Tell me- the prince - where is he?"

"I'm not sure, princess, I can—"

"Quickly! We shan't lose precious more time."

You turn to Meera. You had invested in her from the early age you had taken her in from the orphanage. Loyalty, in its absolution, must be rewarded.

And ease for your own plans can be disguised as a reward.

She steps forward obediently, hands clasped behind her back like a soldier awaiting orders. She is nondescript with plain features, easily able to hide between other common folk; and no one, truly, looks at a maid.

"Go to the Sea Dragon Tower, wait on the Rookery for Johan. Only Johan, do you understand me? Keep the missive that I will dictate to you close to his heart, hidden, and he must depart immediately. Throw extra gold at the captain, I do not care. Meera, no other eyes must touch the paper I will send, tell him of the utter import such a thing. No other than another Spider. We cannot unravel further than this or we will start burning."

Meera's gaze darkens, her posture straightening. "Yes, your grace."

You grasp her hands, your mind whirring— so many plots, so many lies, in between them, he flashes in your mind; the dark hair, the warmth of his hand, the sweet, simpered smile and the flicker of rage that dances like a flame. In and out and calmed and wild.

Dutiful. A Perfect Son. A Beloved Prince. Your Lord Husband.

He flashes in between plans and unraveled lies. Along it, Aegon's missive, quickly written, panic seeping in every vowel.

Grandsire had gotten to Aemond's head. Went to Storm's End. Met Lucerys. They are calling him Kinslayer.

Your head is pounding. Kinslayer, Kinslayer, Kinslayer. It churns your stomach, dries your throat. Lucerys dead. Aemond beheaded. Jacaerys' rage. Rhaenyra's. Dark Sister in the Rogue Prince's hand. All your clever threads, your webs and tales, everything you have sacrificed to get here— they are unraveling, the lives you care about, your fondness and love — the fear has moulded and churned; the Stranger now haunting the skies, searching for names, trying to grasp for your neck.

Aemond, You, Aegon, Helaena, Alicent, Jaeheara, Jaehearys, Maelor—

Aemond, Aemond, Aemond.

Your baby brother. Marred and disfigured, dutiful and dedicated. Sarcastic and princely; dancing with you if you ask. Reading with him in the library. A flickering hearth, a kind eye, a protective arm.

Your baby brother, beheaded, gaping mouth and bloodred eye.

Justice spun and spun, but oh so corrupted when they had taken his eye and no name step forth to claim.

Disfigured, marred, and dead.

Focus, you think, your mouth moving, words spilling, plans stretching. Focus.

Otto Hightower must die. It is a pressing thought, digging into the centrefold of your mushy, wet brain. Pressing and pressing like a fever as words of instructions, orders, must be sent along one spider to another.

Your hand drifts to your stomach as Meera leaves, in her head the words that must reach King's Landing. That must pass only the cleverest of hands. Your hand curls, your fist tightens enough that blood clots and beads through crescent rings. Clever girl. Clever spider. You have to believe in Meera and the people under your hushed employ.

You have no choice. You have built your webs, you must trust your spiders.

Not when you can't even trust your own fucking blood.

It took a while to get your network going in Dragonstone. As soon as the smell of brimstone and dragon broached your nostrils, the plans for moving what you had started in Kings Landing became the forefront plan. There is only so much movement you can make in a board full of enemies; and with so many more things to do, you cannot be restrained.

People with stakes, with ambitions and wants of their own— be that money, a good future, a house with warmth and love — if you can provide it enough, dash it in enough kindness and care, people, like ants, could move mountains for you.

It took most of hyour life to have what you established in Kings Landing. Most of your free time— feiging afternoon teas, walks along the garden; young lady things that will not arouse suspicion, fit for a pious, devoted daughter of Alicent Hightower — was spent building and building webs.

Thankfully, as a Princess of the Realm— and as the future Heir's wife, the future Queen of the Seven Kingdoms (the title tingles and throbs, comes alive in gasps and winning hands) — you can have your pick of maids and lady in waitings here too. Connections are important, and Jacaerys did not bereaved you of choice.

In fact, he so encouraged you to make changes to Dragonstone as you so chose fit.

"You are my wife," he sighed, pressing kiss after kiss to the side of your head. When he was wrapped around you like this— arms around your torso, a finger, almost absentmindedly, rubbing just the underside of your breast, and the smell of him, boyish but smoky, like a fireplace and first kiss, swaying you to a rhythm he is fond of, absentminded almost — it reminded you of how Vermax oft like to wrap around small hills and large rocks. A dragon mimicking another dragon; a twin soul so connected.

He sighed again as you run your own fingers against the back of his palm, against the side of his head behind you. "You may do so as you wish," he finished, nuzzling further into you as if he wants no more than to become one with you, flesh and blood. An engorged monster of sorts.

"Just your wife?" you teased. The wedding had only been a few moons ago. The missive had been immediately sent to Kings Landing (under your orders, of course, your new husband none the wiser as he had preferred a few more days of just you), and before lunch, your hand on Jace's thigh, his eyes more than hungrily looking at your lips— Caraxes screech alongside Syrax' wing pattern shook the walls, demanding answers.

Jace had looked nervous for a second, not at all prepared to be facing his mother so soon, his Queen, and his stepfather... whose own daughter he was supposed to marry. Better prepared to face all of them in Kings Landing was his plan.

But you had grasped his hands, had mounted girlish excitement shining in your eyes (an expression so familiar to you to adopt that it so perfectly hides the sharp edges of your excitement; your smugness. It oft reminds you of Aemond)— and Jacaerys had melted.

"My Queen," he reimbursed. You turned as his hands cupped your face. Gentle, possessive in its own way. You sighed, eyes fluttering close with a small, satisfied smile on your lips. "My beautiful queen."

A Maiden in love is not a hard thing to emulate. And he does not make it hard to be.

On some days, you even think it will be easy to actually fall in love with him. You already do so feel his warmth for you permeate your own being. His attention is addicting for one; it is whole and preserving. He makes it known when he is looking at his lady mother, at Baela, his former betrothed (who had given you a meaningful eye when Rhaenyra and Daemon escorted you back to Kings Landing to face the rest of your consequences), and other ladies of the court versus when he is looking at you.

He does not hide his adoration. His so obvious desire.

When you reward him for his loyalty, for private little ticked boxes you keep for him— siding with you in arguments, defending you upon ugly whispers in the Keep, requesting from his mother, a more permanent residence of your own in Dragonstone, in the guise of newly wedded bliss to hide growing your connections far and wide (once Rhaenyra takes the throne, Jacaerys will be named Heir and Prince of Dragonstone; your spiders and people must reach each end of Westeros, and Dragonstone is the perfect central chatter) — you mount him and bask at the lust contorting his features, at his hands gripping your waist in a staccato rhythm of feeling and gasp, each harsh bounce of your hips sending you both to bliss. You feel him inside you so deeply, enjoy his eyes rolling back and exposing his neck for you to sink bruises on.

Most oft, he enjoys mounting you. And you like the alternative of his choice to be buried so deep you feel him in your throat; to hold you down and hold you close, telling you to keep your eyes open for him as you come undone again and again— time and practice can manage his newness to the act. His enthusiasm, both for the act and for you, definitely helps his case, and he is so fond of finding your pleasure, of leading you to the precipe, so addicted to your sounds and writhes.

"There? Is that it, little dragon?" he huffs against your mouth, so attentive as he held your wrist and watch as you gasp, your face twisting as he hits that point inside of you, that sweet, sweet spot of undeniable pleasure buried so deep within— that he laughs. Not meanly, but of pride as he pulls back and hits it again. More insistent. You mewl and scratch his back, your toes curling as you seek the pleasure he so enjoys insisting you into.

"I've found it again, didn't I?" Another snap of his hips, another cry of your lips. "I will fuck your sweetest spot until you- are- crying- my name in that sweet, sweet whine of yours, shall I?"

But it's not really a question privy to an answer, surely not by your own mouth but by your body, as he manhandles you easily and does not stop until you are a quivering, overstimulated mess against wet sheets.

Sometimes, when you can't help but reward him as soon as possible— so excited from his gallant display; the perfect King bowing to his wife — you drag him to shadowy corners and solemnly drop yourself on your knees, unlacing his breeches with deft precision. You place your hot mouth against his manhood, your eyes fluttering delicately, making him reach completion enough times that he is left with a dopey, simpleton of a smile afterward, a soft, chaste kiss against your your head, your nose, your lips. So tender to how he was fucking your mouth not but seconds ago.

"I love you," he whispers against hot skin and cool, salty air.

And it eases, every time he looks at you like that, holds like you that. His love is patient, sweet, kind, and devouring. It overflows and seeps into you that when you whisper back, just as soft, just as troublingly honest, "Avy jorrāelan, ñuha zaldrīzes, I love you, my dragon," the truth of them bleeds further and further into your heart.

Jacaerys.

A warm grief swells within you. Your hands twitch, flattening your grief beneath your chest, deep in your gut. Deep below. You fought hard to be here. You cannot lose him now.

Otto Hightower must die.

A cruel thought, a natural order. With your marriage to Jacaerys meant a relative peace, a truce. Moving to Dragonstone many moons was more than just to establish your position, your future. It was also for your darling sister to take better control of her position back in the centre of power, alongside her husband.

Aged well with a stronger alley who most would not dare defy— a vainglorious guard dog, really, one who isn't afraid to sic people with a mere nod from his master — more than evens out the playing field.

The Queen To Be is prospering. And in her prosper, meant your husband's position more than fulfilled. He was to be King, and with you as his Queen, his reign will want for not.

You should have known it would put Otto on defense, would panic and use your siblings and your poor, nervy mother, to move in unfeasible decisions.

Aegon had taken to calling him grandsire again. Aemond... Your spiders had told you that Lucerys was sent to Storm's End as no more than a casual reminder of Lord Borros' oath. Viserys was in no doubt in worse conditions than he had been the last time you or your husband had visited him. Rhaenyra was settling on her position, reminding the Great Houses which heir was meant to rise soon, so close to the changing of the guard.

And your little brother no doubt was moved in panic.

This was a slip up on your part. Once the King was dead, Otto Hightower would hold no cards; Rhaenyra would never take him as Lord Hand, and his daughter would no longer be a foreground of power. Rhaenyra has her heir. The winning hand is more than ensured on her part.

His only move would be an usurpation, and would ruin your chance at being Queen... it was a good move. Your twin was not made for duty whilst you craved it. He knows you better than you know yourself; you will not be played in his palm. You would be useless to him.

"I should have killed him," you murmur to yourself.

Yna, the last maid in your arsenal, steps forward. She is the youngest of your main three wards, and the newest. She is still learning her letters, but she is young and always eager to serve.

"My lady?"

"I am going to find the prince. Whatever happens, tell them Vermax must not leave with his rider. Make up any excuse you must. My husband must stay in Dragonstone until I say otherwise." You raise your chin, tone icy. "Anyone who dares to defy my orders will be beheaded."

"At once, princess."

Your steps are measured, your breath held between lie and tongue. So many pretty rings on your fingers, twisting and twisting at the idea of the confrontation plagues you.

But you raise your chin. You will not be defeated. All is not lost.

Dyanna had caught you at Aegon's Garden, windblow hair and wide, fearful eyes.

You had braced yourself. "The Prince?"

"The Stone Drum, my princess, he is..."

"Angry," you supplied. She nodded jerkily. "Tell me everything."

"The Prince was talking with Ser Robert, was about the missive sent from Kings Landing says Kevan, not soon after your own." Another spider, one that follows most of your husband's movements. Unassuming and quick on his feet. A good soldier. "Prince Lucerys is alive but badly maimed." The breath you had withheld between grit and fright unrolled, the world slamming back into the ground in a giant's fitful wake. "He still hasn't woken up, says Arrax took most of the damage— one wing torn but is awake. Dunno about recovery for dragons, 'specially against Vhagar. Mournin' the prince, Kevan says. Makin' loud, sad dragon noises."

"But he is alive?" you pressed. Aemond's life hung in its balance. Your sweet, vengeful baby brother who bore his tragedies between muted teeth and rage.

"Yes."

"And Aemond?"

"No word in the missive or between them." It made your throat tight, the convulsion restraining your neck once more.

"It's fine. As long as there no mention of his death. Then that's all I need."

"My lady, there's more. There might be a reason we haven't been getting much word from King's Landing. Or Oldtown. It seems to connect is all."

Your pulse jumped. "Tell me later. I have to see to the prince. No one is allowed in Stone Drum for the time being. Not unless absolutely necessary." You think and you think hard. "Ready to call in a maestre."

Dyanna had looked alarmed when you left her, but you only gave a pensive smile. A soldier's nod.

He is bent over the Painted Table, shoulders so hunched, reminding you of monsters and tall tales. A dragon, really. He may not have Velaryon blood, your husband, but you— nor others — could deny the thrum of fire in his blood. Roiling and boiling, so engulf in his rage, his voice is quiet at the approach of your footsteps.

"You have bound me to Dragonstone," he says calmly with all the quiet rage you can hear in your very soul. It makes you shiver, but you stand resolute.

He is still turned away, away from you, palms flat on the surface. The iron brazier is lit up, and so is the Painted Table itself.

"Can you honestly tell me you won't try and kill my brother if I let you, ñuha valzȳrys my husband?" you say softly. You plead. His refusal to turn to you spikes your madness in corners. The night reaches and you finger your rings as you try not to spill all over the floor; your own madness, your own fears, your quiet, quiet webs. "Aren't you at least satisfied at the thought of your stepfather excelling at planting Dark Sister to his neck? At least cheery at the idea of him suffering inside those dungeons?"

He spins then, rage—white hot and spilling — breathes as he bellows, "He has harmed my brother!"

You calmly met his gaze. "You do not know that for sure."

He laughs without mirth, arms wide and daring. Crazed anger outlandish and wild, while in response you tighten and become small.

But you do not cower. No truth cowers. And you are a princess. A dragon the same as he.

Lest all, he is a mere husband.

"What else could it be? Your brother has called us bastards our entire lives," he spits. "Neither of us are blind to his dark looks. Despite your family's attempted plots, his rage beholds him. His grudge is stronger. He attacked Lucerys, on fucking dragonback— Arrax, a dragon Luke has barely flown against your brother's war dragon — and that makes him a kinslayer."

Your blood leaps, and you cannot control your own fear, your own anger. "Do not throw that word around so carelessly, Jacaerys! My brother has killed no kin!"

"He has tried, " he hisses and it makes your eyes burn because he has never looked at you so before. At his thunderous footsteps to reach you, to aggravate you, you fight the urge to flinch. His anger spills and spoils you. You try not to curdle. You keep yourself braced. Kinslayer is so ugly said aloud. "That is enough of a brand to call him kinslayer."

Your jaw tightens, tears unleashed from your eyes and there's a glimmer there— a spark, of your Jace. Your husband. It is small and short, a comet so faint it is almost nothing, but it is there.

He does not like to see you cry, your Jace. Not if it isn't from pleasure.

You raise your chin. "My brother is no kinslayer. Lucerys is alive. Do not make Aemond what he is not."

He laughs humourlessly against your face, his hand reaching for your jaw, thumb over your chin, but the mock gentleness wounds you worse. "And who has alerted you of the news? Your twin usurper?"

"W-what?" Blood rushes to your head. Something is missing. He knows. He knows about grandsire's plans. Dyanna would have said. Dyanna didn't know. "Aegon is not an usurper," you whisper, faint but firm.

His thumb rubs against your bottom lip, his eyes tracing your face. "Is this the plan all along, then?" he says softly. "While your brother and grandsire plot to usurp the throne from my mother, and your younger brothers raise bannermen from Oldtown to Storm's End, and try to kill my own when they get the chance, I suppose your job is to warm my bed and to ensure I'm out of the fray before you kill me in my—"

His words stutter for you have slapped him. It is not the hardest move on your part, and he stops not from pain but from shock. Tears freely flow down your face now as you push him off you.

"I know nothing of these plots you speak of." That in much is true. These plots are half-assed. Made in panic and fear, and it makes you curse Otto Hightower to the depths of further Hell. "And you may bully me as you wish, husband, but I will not take it as if it does not hurt me. As if- as if I would take pleasure from your death."

He raises his chin, so defiant in his own anger that he clenches his jaw. "Are you telling me you took no part in your grandsire's plans?"

"We have been married for many moons now. I think, out of anyone on this island, amongst our family even, you would know me best. I have only ever truly bloomed in your presence," you say softly. Lies and truths are balanced so precariously; they spin and spin in a tantalising grip that even you don't know where fabrication meets honesty.

If your own lies befuddle you, why not your truths to him?

"If you are doubting me, then you are doubting our marriage, is it not?" You give a mirthless laugh of your own, chin wobbling as you brush your tears away. His eyes track your movements and his brows are furrowed. "Is it ease, that has turned you so from me? Has your doubt been seeded long before you took us to Dragonstone? To affirm your mother that you have wedded me? Yes, Aegon sent me a missive a mere hour ago. He says Aemond had been urged by our grandsire, no doubt played with as he had done so to our mother, as he tries with Aegon. With me."

Jacaerys' eyes darken. Bottomless pits of dark, dark eyes. You've grown to love them you realised.

"I will give you all the violet-eyed heirs you desire," you had purred once in your new marriage bed, having just christened (one to a few times) your new marital chambers in Dragonstone. "But I do so wish I get a babe with your eyes."

"They are hardly exemplary," Jace had said, snorting. His hand rested on your back while you rest on top of him. The air is acrid in sweat and sex, but neither of you mind. "They are not a show of Valyrian blood."

"Who cares?" You reached to dance your finger against his lashes. "A daughter with your eyes... I fear, I would spoil her rotten. She would be an absolute beauty."

"Are you calling me a beauty?" he teased, trying to hide his rosy cheeks.

"Your eyes, yes," you teased back.

"If I was such a pawn to him," you say now. "If I was using you as you so callously accused me of, why would I bother with a marriage with you? You are right, they have accused you of not being a trueborn Velaryon—" He flinches. "—So why would Otto decide marrying you was a good idea at all? Any babes I carry would be questioned, and it would serve no benefit at all if the main plot was Aegon usurping the throne. To keep you entertained? Hardly. It would serve him better, as was his earlier plan, if I had married Aegon myself."

He loses his stance, a grit in his teeth gives you way to a slow curl of possession. A renewed sense of anger. His fists clenched at his sides.

You found a thread. You don't just unspool, you decide, you will yank, and you will yank hard.

"Aegon is a firstborn male heir, even as twins. It made sense to anyone who understood Targaryen customs that marrying us would be the natural order. It did not matter any past transgressions he may have had, I keep him better. I am his tether to this world. It was obvious to anybody with eyes that if we were to marry, we would breed good Valyrian stock, our children—"

But he has lurched forward, grasping your face, seething, angry at an idea, at a diverted road.

"He wanted us to marry," you continue, a snake's hiss that it is. "But your mother sent a missive asking for Helaena's hand, and I had already told her I wanted someone else. I wanted you." You grasp his leather, pulling him to you in equal ferocity. Madness meeting a mirror. "From the very start, grandsire could not control me for my blood sung for you. I had done my very best to free my siblings from him, resigned myself to be their forever protector inside that Keep with no real power of my own, but when the Gods gave me the chance to have you, I had been selfish. I abandoned them for you. Because I wanted to be yours for a night, I was willing to have that, if it is the only moment you will grant me."

You are crying again, and lies are spinning with their truths, golden and bloodstained, but you are cracking him.

"But it was you, Jacaerys Velaryon, who had asked for my hand. You wanted to marry, whisk us away to Dragonstone, and I love you too much to blind myself to the idea of becoming your wife would not be a totally selfish act, for what act of ours would be considered selfish if it was borne out of love?" you sob hard, grasping and reaching against him, trying to shake and ruin him. "I thought you loved me, and yet here you are, accusing me of plotting? What? Usurping your mother? Killing you in your godsdamned sleep?"

"Wife, I—"

"No. I am sorry for what happened to Lucerys. But if it is vengeance that is truly what you seek, and in the morrow my brother," my choke out. "My brother would be announced d-dead, I would rather you kill me now for it seems I have not only failed them from my grandsire's clutches, I have also failed at being your wife."

Your hands reach in and pull his dagger out, and he is instinctive, a true swordsman, holding onto the dagger before your own. But you do not give up. You yank him forward so suddenly, the dagger now positioned over your heart.

You keep him there, defiant as you are. As no true dragon is afraid of metal. Metal melt in the face of dragonfire.

The tip of his dagger deepens against your skin as war rages in his own mind. Truths and lies spinning and spinning in his head, but your thread— your thread is Hightower green clung in blood and gold — and it's the brightest, twisting beneath his lids and rage. Rage and grief, the tethering madness is spilling, trying to break into the dragon's clutches—

But your Jace is strong. He holds it at bay with a fury.

It is love, it is love, it is love.

But you are not sure. And you have to be.

You have been betrayed already, your Jace cannot betray you. If you are to have a future with him as King, there must be no doubts.

You step forward, letting the blade sink against your skin. It draws blood. A few beads bloom and slide. Thick red in a string or two. It makes his jaw tighten, and you feel, almost impercibly, the strain in his hand give.

That flash of panic, panic bathed in love, in adoration, is all you need.

You grasp his hands in yours, blade nestled between two grips now, and he gasps, thinking you were going to push him away finally, but no. You hold on tight to his hands, nails digging into his skin, keeping the blade where it is before you push forward once more. The tip sinks into your flesh, blood gushes as pain explodes.

"What are you doing!? Let go!" he roars, but you stare at his eyes, brown, so pretty, framed in featherlight lashes, did he even know there are violet flecks in his eyes?

You will not harm me, you think. You realise. For you have given yourself to me body and soul. Even the Gods know.

"Will you forsake me, husband?" your voice is no higher than a whisper, than a wind's hum. It is hollow and cracking. A siren song. In the silence, it is a whip cracking against petty flesh. Against a beating heart thrumming for you. "And the babe I carry?"

Before the words register in his brain, you yank his hands again with every strength you can muster, the dagger, to hover over your stomach. Your Jace roars, pulling with his entire strength as complete fear in floods his beautiful, brown eyes. The strength propels your force of gravity, and you fall with a hard thud. The dagger is flung in the second as he reaches for you, cold-curdled terror ruining his face as he tries to make sense of where to touch you.

The fall is hard enough that you wince. And your instincts, new as it is, is to curl your hands protectively over your stomach.

"M-my heart? Does it hurt? I-I am so sorry, I-A MAESTRE, CALL A MAESTRE FOR THE PRINCESS NOW!"

Your child is strong, you have always known that in your heart.

The second you held suspicion, pressing against the tender flesh of your breast to the nausea that kicked in out of nowhere, before Maestre Gerardys had confirmed: you are with child. Your firstborn. The heir of heirs. You could not wait to meet him.

"I hope it is a boy," you murmur weakly into the darkened space of your chambers. You don't turn as Jacaerys' head snaps, his hands over your own, sat on a chair by your bedside. Relief, guilt, fear breaks and crashes in waves against him, trying to nudge you, but you don't look. You stare from your position on the bed; forward and into nothingness.

"My love," he breathes, hands against your own warm and tight. "I am so, so sorry. I shall call for a maestre—"

"No need." Your other hand moves to your stomach. An emotion glimmers in his gaze at the movement. "My babe is strong. Blood of the dragon that he is. I know him already in my blood. Call for my maid instead. Any of them. Tell them to move my things to a different room, perhaps the one above Aegon's Garden. By morn, I will fly to Kings Landing to be with my family."

Panic fills and breaks. His hold tightens. "I-If that is what you wish, we can go as soon as Maestre Gerardys says it is alright for you and the—"

You turn to him, finally, your eyes dead of emotion. "I will go for I do not think you would like your would-be murderer to sleep beside you, haunting you with a dagger. This way, I can take advice from my mother about births and the like, and you can sleep comfortably. Do not worry, I will not poison you to your child's mind. You may visit him as you would like. You might even take comfort in knowing your mother would look for him as if he were hers. She is so very motherly, I'm sure she would enjoy a grand..."

Your words drift off as he had fallen to his knees, tears soaking your hand as he presses it to his face. You feel like the Mother, looking down on a penitent. Or the Father. Or the Stranger. You feel complete, as his apologies fall in graceless, shaky exhales and sobs. The axe is in your hand. His neck is exposed.

"—I will do anything, a-anything for your f-forgiveness. Y-You can move rooms if it comforts you, I will not s-shadow your doorway, but please. Please. Do not leave me. Anything. I will do anything."

You, and you alone, is the owner of his absolution.

You smile, despite yourself.

Maybe you should reward your grandsire after all.

TAGGED (bold means I couldn't tag you: @inkareds @marihoneywk @caterina-caterina @ahristata

[mailb0xbunii]

closeups and explanations of all the details in my big , big c!aimsey ; a semi-long post

i worked long and hard on this piece so reblogs are greatly appreciated ^_^ !!!

1. scrapbook formatting ; i've had this headcanon since the early days of c!aimsey that she keeps anything they can keep their hands on in a big , big journal/scrapbook . everything from flowers to drawings to daily journal entries . and this entire piece is just a mishmash of things they've collected over the years !

the spools of thread and pin cushion are a little callback to another hc i have that bloom taught their self to sew from a young age to repair damaged clothes :-)

2. c!guqqie's drawing ; this part is a little drawing i imagine cguq gave caims not too long after they met ! i tried my best to replicate guqqie's style while putting my own spin on it . the stickers were added by cguq , as shown by the Attempt at making them weathered .

3. photos and polaroids ; c!aimsey takes a lot of photos , much like cc!aimsey does ! so i made sure to include a handful

first off , past friends from the bearsmp : in order we have c!bear and c!bill on the top row with c!neptune and c!moonzy on the bottom . no other comments to add i just miss them :'-)

okay i realize now that this one doesn't make sense in the canon timeline , but i enjoy drawing c!ranboo much more than ghostboo so .....

and that's what i hc c!ran's handwriting looks like ! they used a glitter gel pen ^_^

and the c!guqqie polaroid is definitely one of my favorite parts of the entire piece . she just looks so happy here :'-))) . the butterfly is a small tortoiseshell butterfly , which are native to ireland . just for funsies bc cc!guqqie is irish lol

4. michael's drawing ; this one is another personal favorite ! i feel like i nailed the look of a child's drawing pretty well ^_^

this one is also up to interpretation . can michael see c!guqqie's ghost ? idk ! that's up to you ! (and those blurry dots are tear stains hehe)

5. c!aimsey playlist receipt ; this part was inspired by those spotify receipts . except i made this one by hand with a few songs from the official c!aimsey playlist made by aimsey themself . yeah it was pretty tedious but i'm proud of the outcome

6. extra bits ; stickers , stamps , and tickets to fill the empty spots ! adds to that scrapbook-y look too

7. c!aimsey info card ; no closeup for this one because i Did Not draw this part ! if i remember correctly , early bsmp members had a little passport-like infocard to go along with their addition to the server .

the original artist is FruitlegsWorks on twitter !

[yoshizawaviolet]

— ❝ One day at a time. ❞

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open rp ✧ rp prompts ✧ all rp ✧ sumire musings ✧ art tag ✧ sumire answers ✧ verses

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— TWO. blood, violence is ok to a certain extent! but nothing crazy! i'll let you know if it's to an uncomfortable extent for me! 

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— FOUR. this is my first time rping as a canon character, and running an rp/askblog at that! so, i'd like to restrict rp to persona series characters (and persona OCs) only for now. this might change later! the only mainline game i'm unfamiliar with is p1, and i haven't played strikers or finished tactica yet. 

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if we follow each other (reminder that i follow from kroosluvr!) honestly feel free to shoot a starter anytime, i don't mind at all! even multiple rps going at the same time are awesome!!! ^^

totally ok to drop a thread if you don't see it going anywhere or it's naturally come to a close! (though i think ending it with an [END] of sorts would be nice hehe

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probably no rp with other sumires, sorry - i just don't think i have ideas for that haha

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[yeonslayjun]

Dumb and Dumber - Hualian

Hua Cheng and Xie Lian are so OBVIOUS and OBLIVIOUS at the same time Honestly They amaze me ngl

Cuz Hua Cheng be Like - Wdym Gege Loves me?? That's impossible like I don't think he loves me solely for the fact that I'm one of his last believer left and that I built a FUCKING CITY for him and how I ran helped him in a case and dressed up as a Groom and gege was a bride (Oh his dead heart definitely started beating then pls ) and how I Built a temple to worship him and how I released 3000 lanterns for him and that I've made 10,000 statues for gege and not how I have red thread of fate on my finger bc he tied his hair on my finger

ALSO wdym I had my gay awakening at the land of tender??? Impossible He's my god I can't have those feelings for him bc I'm a dirty piece of shit (NO YOU ARE NOT)

and DEFINITELY NOT HOW I GAVE HIM Spirtual Power... DEFINITELY NOT HAHAHA.... Now let me just ask his hand for marriage OH nvm I'm unworthy he doesn't like me ( WHILE XIE LIAN IS SITTING ON HIS LAP ) let's make it into a joke hahaha..... OH? Gege's says he's happy for my beloved when will he know it's him talking about?? :( ( let's ignore he didn't know half of these lmao)

OH MY GOD GEGE SAW THE STATUES That's it I'm getting disowned by him He'll hate me ofc he will... I knew this would happen no I'm okay, IT'S FINE... Yeah he really should make it clear that he doesn't love me huh? :((

Like Hua Cheng is SO DOWN BAD for Xie Lian Like Honey we get it You exist to LOVE your Taizi Danxia and to serve Cvnt and angst

AND

My guy Xie Lian here is SO VERY OBLIVIOUS like I get that he was practicing abstinence but bro's like -

Oh Hua Cheng is such a pretty name *giggles* Oh and his hands were so beautiful and he was gentle with me too when he dressed as the Groom *blushes* Oh Crimson Rain Sought Flower is his name? *swoons* HOLY SHIT HE'S HOT *nosebleeds*

I like this kid san lang. OoO Did he just suck the poison out of me?!?! DAYUM he killed so many people at once *swoons x2*... WAIT IS HE HUA CHENG??!?! Oh my gosh IT IS Hua Cheng ajhsjdhsudhu Let's act calm and composed hehe. Let's sleep together cuz He would never hurt me >:( I wonder what happened to the kid who said he'd worship only me :( He was a good kid yk? Had one eye covered too kinda like you actually haha Funny Right???

He's so perfect as a "sworn brother" ( Yes I'm looking at you SQX) protecting me and shit. Wait he trusts me??? ME?!?! huh?!?!. San Lang~~~. AHHH HE RELEASED 3000 LANTERNS FOR ME AHHHH I LOVE HIM as a friend ofc ofc.

Oh I LOVE getting Spiritual Energy from him <3 that wasn't a kiss nope it wasn't.... ERROR 101 San Lang asked my hand in marriage ERROR.... o h He was Joking :( ofc he was :((( I wish he wasn't tho :((((( SAN LANG HAS A BELOVED?!?!? Ofc he has He's such a handsome and kind man he probably gets all the bitches he wants But why do I feel smth weird in my heart?? (IT'S CALLED JEALOUSY YOU DUMB MOTHOFO )

Honestly God (Jun Wu LMAO) Knows how he survived the past 800 years like BRO WHY IS YOU SO STUPID when it comes to love?!?!? Like ISTG He's one of the smartest of all the jokes called "GODS". But he still doesn't get it till he saw the 10,000 statues Hua Cheng prepared like pls

ALSO Hua Cheng the ghost king who defeated 33 gods and how his smartass self esp rubbed the floor with them Civil Heavenly Officials But the one moment he needs it to realise the VERY OBVIOUS FACT that Xie Lian loves him The Genius Smartass is nowhere to be seen

But tbh I can't blame Hua Cheng much here cuz Xie Lian was very oblivious to his own feelings pls BUT STILL

Their Slow-burn was too much for me Like the chemistry was SO OBVIOUS but they're just Dumb kids when it comes to feelings *sighs* The Hualian Brainrot is rotting my brain away as we peak

[aishangotome]

Jin Grandet: Even If I Can Only Consume One Candy Per Day For Sugar...

From A Hidden Oath: King of the BEAST (2024 Election) - Collection Event

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When I returned to my room after finishing my official duties, Emma came in with a small bottle.

Jin: Oh, is that the usual?

Emma: Yes, I thought you might be running out soon.

Jin: I'm already happy just spending time with you after work, but now I get a souvenir too.

Emma: Hehe, then I'll refill it for you.

Emma often made candies that were gentle on the body for me and refilled them regularly.

(I love all sweets, but there's no confectionery that makes me happier than the candies filled with your feelings.)

Emma sat on the sofa and refilled the stock bottle on the table with individually wrapped candies.

Watching her, I couldn't help but smile.

Emma: Oh, it hasn't decreased much this time.

Jin: Really? I've been eating them carefully, but...

(Come to think of it, maybe my candy consumption pace has slowed down since some time ago.)

(I was eating them as usual, to the point where I didn't even notice until you pointed it out...)

As I thought about it, I looked at Emma, who was tilting her head in wonder, and came to a possible conclusion.

(...Ah, I see.)

For me, candies, and sugar in general, are small joys in everyday life.

I used to have a candy in my mouth often because I felt like something was missing.

I sat down next to Emma, who was staring blankly, and stroked her cheek, and she smiled as if tickled.

Emma: Prince Jin, what's gotten into you all of a sudden?

Jin: I wanted to see your sweet smile up close, like your candies.

Even as I replied in a joking tone, my thoughts turned into conviction.

(When I'm with Emma, my heart is always filled.)

(That's why your candies, filled with such feelings, are sweeter than any other confectionery, even if they're less sweet.)

(That might be a big reason why I'm eating less candy.)

(You fill the void in my heart, so I don't need to fill it with sugar.)

(I see, this is also love.)

Jin: Being too cute is also a crime.

Emma: Huh?

Jin: Seeing your smile makes me feel excited.

Contrary to my words, I tried to hug her waist with a desire to pamper her, but Emma smiled and gently put a candy without a wrapper on my lips.

Emma: Please wait while licking the candy until the refill is finished.

When I put it in my mouth obediently, Emma's love spread warmly throughout my body, down my throat.

Jin: Well, this one is also delicious. It's a gentle sweetness filled with your sincerity.

Emma: I'm making it while imagining not only your health but also your happy face, Jin.

Jin: Thank you. I think I can be satisfied with one candy.

Emma: It's a good thing that the consumption of candy has decreased. Too much sugar is bad for your health.

Jin: It's true that if I hadn't met you, I would have ruined my body.

(Not just this candy. You never forget to tell me you love me at any time.)

(That's why I want to return more love and make you happy.)

(... Recently, thanks to you, the opportunities to feel that love is a good thing have definitely increased.)

Every time I touch Emma, I realize that my perception of love is gradually changing within myself.

(Even if I could only consume only one candy per day for sugar,)

(My love for you will not change... No, it will only grow.)

Jin: It's a freshly made candy. Why don't you eat it too?

I put a new candy without a wrapper in my mouth and sealed Emma's lips.

Emma: Mmm...

As our tongues rolled around each other, the candy melted in our hot, wet mouths.

Emma: Mmm, Prince Jin...

A sweet voice mixed with sugar spilled along with a silver thread, arousing my desire even more.

Jin: As expected, it's the sweetest and most delicious candy in the world.

Jin: It seems my body can no longer be satisfied with anything other than the sweets you make.

Emma: I'm happy to hear you say that.

The jar filled with new candies that caught her eye seemed to represent her own heart.

To pamper my sweet and lovely fiancée, I carried her sideways and took her to the bed.

Emma, her cheeks dyed rose, smiled as she pressed her face against my chest.

Emma: I'll keep making candies and bringing them to you, okay?

Jin: Yeah, I'm looking forward to it.

(I'm being loved too much, it's troubling.)

I laid her down on the bed as if handling a treasure, and we repeated deep kisses as if exchanging our feelings.

Thus, the night quietly deepened as we savored gentle and sweet feelings while appreciating our certain love and gratitude.

FIN

[thomasicism]

🖌️; PHEW okay!! i know i still have a few replies left to get to, but i figured an official post on here was waaaay overdue... so i'm putting it out there that i'm going to be officially putting this blog on a temporary semi-hiatus, just for the time being!

what this means is that:

(1) asks will be temporarily closed; (2) replies to threads will continue but will be slow and probably only around once or twice a month, or if i get any particular inspo in the moment; (3) i won't be starting any new threads right now!

the blog will still be up, i'm not leaving !! i'll still be on here from time to time, and, yes, i don't mind if you tag thomas in little things here and there~ it's only that i've been noticing my muse for thomas dwindling a lot these days, and with midterms and a lot more projects coming up as well (graduate school can be a bitch sometimes), i wanted to take a liiiittle bit of a step back and make it known to those i have ongoing roleplays with <3 really, nothing much changes from how i've been doing things lately, other than asks being temporarily closed. i just wanted to get the obligation a lil bit more off my chest!

BUT if you want an estimate, i'll probably be able to take off the semi-hiatus status around holidays' time (meaning, december-ish), or maaayybeee sooner if, for example, we get an update with a considerable amount of thomas content hehe <3

to those i do have threads with, thank you for always being so patient with me~! i promise that even if i reply slowly, i still very much like roleplaying with you! <3

[ticklystuff]

hello hello! ✨ i’m back from my travels to terrorize this place again heheee i’ve been gone since late october so any messages or asks haven’t been looked at but i will get to them!

but ya i was mostly in japan for vacation (singapore for work and philippines for family too but those were both bleh) and i traveled alone and it was so fun! my biggest concern was that i’d get lonely but that was never the case because i kept running into so many cool people, some of which i’m friends with now and i’d love to go back in a couple of years just to see them again. would also love to hike mt fuji next time too!

also this trip was basically unlimited calories so i got to eat all the yummy food i saw~ my feet are super fucked up tho..

i also did a ton of shopping (had to buy 2 extra suitcases lol) and just wanted to share some of the goods hehe

official primaniac perfumes for childe and zhongli! i went to all four animate stores in tokyo (shibuya, shinjuku, akihabara, ikebukoro) and childe’s was the only one sold out in all four. i gave up looking for him after the fourth store BUT while i was shopping in ginza i luckily happened to walk past the official primaniacs store (not sure why i didnt think of checking there first) and he was in stock!

childe’s kinda smells like the ocean, with hints of mint and vanilla. it’s refreshing and if i had to describe it, the scent is light, warm, comforting, slightly flirty

zhongli’s is kinda hard for me to describe. it’s more bold but also gentle?? i smell some kind of wood and also cherries i think? it makes me feel like i should be sitting at a fancy bar with a cup of bourbon that’s worth more than my life

anyway i’m not an expert when it comes to perfumes so here are threads that go into more detail: childe zhongli

other official genshin merch i bought! childe whale and zhongli dragon plushies, zhongli bracelet, and childe card holder. the bracelet is cute and i can see myself using it!

i also bought an itto keychain for my best friend at work, but i’m too lazy to pull it out of the gift bag i made for her lol

came across official xiao and aether figures in akihabara! they were having a cute date in the defect pile 💕 (didn’t buy these though)

my favorite purchases~ japanese knife and three others for my closest friends hehe (i already gave out one before this pic) they’re so pretty and they slice so good! i can’t wait to start cooking with mine

i bought more stuff than what was pictured but this post would go on forever if i talked about everything and its mostly clothes and skincare anyway lol

[mitraoki]

HIII!!!

I saw your latest kaveh fic and I just wanted to ask if you could do some kaveh x rockstar reader?? (Btw it's my first time making a request so I might do this wrong ╥﹏╥)

the moon and star (kaveh x gn! reader) (modern! au)

note; HIIII ANON! i'm SO SO sorry for the extreme delay on this - my new semester has officially begun and it has been a wild ride.... and it's your first request too OMG🥺🥺 i really hope you enjoy this though!!!! i really love this idea hehe🤍🤍✨ i also decided to write modern! au model kaveh hehe (bcs think about it....)

masterlist.

(god i'm going insane just looking at this gif-)

+ gorgeous model kaveh takes his time to appreciate the little things. an form of art is an emphasis. i'm sure one of them is music. he enjoys music, dances when no one is looking, feels like he is high up when he's listening to it. no one can bother him - it's his world.

+ i think you can already tell how MUCH support he's going to be providing to you and your career of being a well-known rockstar.

+ there are all kinds of music around him that he can bop his head to, jam out, or possibly even rage to; but something about your music has allowed him to finally come to terms with the existence of his comfort zone. he loves the fact that you were able to discover various different genres and create music out of them. each time you do it, it just works.

+ i think kaveh has been your 'since day 1' kind of fan. but he certainly had NO idea he would be talking to you as often through your social media platforms, to eventually growing a strong bond with you, all the way to the constant dates whenever you both had the time of your busy schedules - and the fact that your hand is now in his. for a couple of years now, too.

+ he couldn't help it - you were so, so breathtakingly alluring. the same person he was with at the very moment is the same person's face being all over billboards, attending show after show, touring the world. kaveh wondered if he was in a trance himself; for he was experiencing them all with him by your side.

+ naturally, fans do have mixed reactions when they found out you were taken. both his and yours were all over the place. kaveh didn't take it lightly at first - was it because of how he looked? why weren't they happy about it at all?

+ you were, on the other hand, worried about how distant he got from you around that time too - you thought it was his schedule being super packed due to high demands, or it could be because of the way you may have treated him.....? you don't remember any mishandling, but enough is enough. you two needed to talk it out.

+ 'nothing is going to come our way, kaveh darling. be as it may, those nasty comments aren't going to take me away from you.'

+ 'us against the world?' he questioned teasingly, his ruby red eyes dreamily staring into yours.

+ 'i know we both made the right choice, kaveh. and i know it can last till the end of our time.'

+ HOW HAS HE NOT PUT A RING ON YOUR FINGER YET

+ when i tell you this man MELTED- and then a wave of relief crashed into him so hard he felt like he could conquer the world with just his love for you. (kaveh has a wild imagination i just know it)

+ he's always backstage or at the very front, admiring you from any angle. his gallery is FILLED with videos and pictures of you. i can guarantee you this man has taken a selfie while you were on stage, and he's pointing towards you as well.

+ OF COURSE he's going to be posting that on his feed as well, and it's probably captioned "that's my lover right there!!!" and yes of course he has a thread of it.

+ has a special account dedicated to you, this is where he posts almost all of the pictures he has taken of you over the years. this man saved up throughout his career to get a camera and when he did, i guess he finally found his purpose🧎‍♀️

+ will tweet "get y/n's new album or else🤺" will spam his friends about how amazing you were. when you were away, they would hold a listening party. thanks to kaveh, they were all big fans of you too. <3

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[s4nnyside]

i always talk about soro in regards to more serious topics but never actually got the time to write something more minor for her to just add that authenticity so here i am! let’s start with a list of her skills and hobbies :)

- as said before, she is an excellent reader. having digested any and all types of literature throughout her life granted her an exceptional skill of critical thinking and coming up with some pretty unique ideas. conventional? definitely not always. but that’s part of her character. she sees that there is this way paved a million times by so many people and another path filled with uncertainty and she says “i may be a madwoman. but i am going down that path” (reference to “the road not taken” by robert frost hehe) additionally, this results in her being a bit of a smart mouth. oni officials are sick of her twisting their tongues over and over again and mostly wins debates.

- chutsa province follows some rules of sangheili society namely that everyone is given combat training of some sort whether that was meant to go to a military school or as the woman in the family, defend the household. nazam keep has been straying away from these archaic beliefs but nonetheless follows the principle that everyone is given equal training. soro is not a master of war like thel vadam because she always chose the most pacifist options, and is better off being on defense. she likes to resolve things with as little to no bloodshed. but she knows how to use a lance, spear, energy sword (by observing energy sword users), you name it. lay a finger on her, tasze, the various members of her guard, her people…and you’re deadmeat

- singing is another one of her passions! she likes to join the village women in their little concerts around bonfires or while working at the shores or fields on scorching days. a little too silent for them? soro will prompt with a simple hum or lyric, and the rest follow after her to create a fun game of completing lines and threading entire songs. when tasze was a kid, he would be lulled to sleep by the sound of her soothing voice, rocking him back and forth until he enters dreamland. soro’s most favorite songs are traditional folk songs that are a combination of white voice and throat singing.

- sculpting and pottery oh my goodness!! she only picked it up after birthing tasze because she was very anxious and needed to occupy her hands. started off with making simple pots for cooking and decoration in her manor, and then upgrading to helping resculpt ruined momuments in sanghelios on her trips there. she’d bring a whole crew with her for construction. although majority of the infrastructure and technology on nazam keep is on par with other sangheili keeps and cities, some choose to live more eco and soro fully endorses their plans. she made her living quarters more earthy too

[viatrixtravels-a]

A Star is Born ー Lumine's Birthday Event

[08.12.23 ~ 10.12.23]

[Participants: @oceandxpths, @narvvhal, @krovium, @vigilant-yaksha-asks, @not-the-darknight, @primordial-albedo-official, @starredvisions, @starlitwishes, @fusaex3 & @tidesbeckon]

During the event period, birthday-related interactions and threads will get priority. Everyone is still free to send in birthday wishes and gifts, but they will not be included in this masterpost, obviously.

December 9thー

The day on which she and her brother were born into this World

While their childhood was not without the usual quarrels and arguments, they had always shared a special bond which exceeded that of regular siblings.

As they grew older, this connection only deepened as they travelled from one World to another, making the same experiences and discoveries.

Their birthday was but one of the many things they shared, but it was always a special day full of happy, joyous memories. They celebrated at a vast variety of places, but one thing remained consistent ー At the end of the day, they would take a picture together to capture the memory. She still held onto those photographs in a special album to this day, but the page marking this year's birthday would forever remain blank.

"Aether..."

Eyebrows knit together into a frown as she would glide her fingertips across the paper, her heart aching painfully as she recalled the bittersweet reunion with her kin. She was glad to see him alive and well, but his involvement with the Abyss Order was highly concerning.

"Haah...I guess moping around all day won't make me feel any better. I'll just go do my commissions."

The Traveller had deliberately chosen to remain quiet about her birthday to her new friends in Teyvat - aside from Paimon - hoping to let the day quietly pass by as it did not feel right to celebrate without her brother. ー But a certain white-haired Pixie clearly had other plans.

"Lumiiiii...!! You need to come with me! It's an emergency!"

Paimon came flying into the room, seemingly in a frenzy.

"What's wrong? Is someone in danger?"

"Y-Yes...! A group of highly violent Hilichurls wandered into the city and is attacking everyone! Come on, hurry!"

"Say no more!"

Lumine immediately drew her sword and rushed to the scene, expecting to be met with the sight of a battle field but there was not a single Hilichurl to be seen.

Instead she was met with two elaborately decorated tables, one with a variety of different gifts, some of them even looking to be homemade.

[Aether doll was drawn by the incredibly talented @fusaex3, the other pictures I just got from Google <;3]

The other table presented a luxurious feast of delicious looking and smelling dishes: starters and drinks from Fontaine, main course dishes consisting mostly of seafood and a delicious chocolate and coffee cake as dessert.

"Paimon...What is this? Did you do all of this yourself?"

"Hehe~ I know Paimon is amazing, but I'm not /that/ amazing. While I did organize this birthday party for you, the gifts and food were provided by all of the friends you made here in Teyvat!"

The blonde could barely believe her own eyes. They did all of this...just for her?

"So? What do you thiー Eeeeh!? L-Lumi!? Why are you crying!? Are you not happy!?"

"No, it's just..."

"I thought I would be spending this day alone, thinking about my brother but...Even though he's not here with me, knowing that everyone tried their best to cheer me up with gifts or food, makes the pain just a little more bearable."

Walking over to the table with gifts, she slowly picked up the doll of her brother, pressing it closely against her chest.

"Happy birthday, Brother ー Wherever you are right now. Let's celebrate together again next year, okay? After all..."

Her lips curved upwards into a hopeful smile.

"We will surely be reunited."

[manawari]

As you can guess, I just caught up with your ARISE fics. And it'd be better to leave a comment for each of them separately, but sometimes I get scared of numbers bigger than 20. If you know what I mean.

Kidding.

It just felt right to read them all before saying anything.

It was such a pleasure to read those fics. Especially with Byunggyu and Jinwoo expressing their feelings through art, because both music and dancing are close to me. And I like that all of them are not focused on romantic relationship as such. Yeah, implications, implications are all there peppered over the storytelling, but nothing makes it under the spotlight. Rather paying attention to whatever comes before and surrounds it. Which makes it feel like yet to come, leaving you wanting to see more. Also the atmospheres of the fics are so different, yet they share that thread uniting them like they are perls of a necklace.

The stories felt like a single day, with Jinhae representing dawn or morning, Choibaek daytime or noon and Minlee dusk or evening. Funny thing that I read them backwards. Only (mid)night is missing, oh my—

Anyway.

I'm glad that you decided to write fics on this AU. With them and our fellow SL fans' posts, it really becomes a whole universe :3

Thank you!! I had such a nice time with this AU and especially with the fics. You never stop impressing me, Rei ♡

Hope you're doing well this days. Don't overwork yourself and take rest when possible.

P. S. I admit that at least once I accidentally read "his Haein"

YULIYA!!!!!!

Really, you are certainly one of the most wonderful people I've ever met whom can give the best comments ever! Yes, the boyband au has truly made a place in my heart and deserves its own universe. I miss brainrotting about that au ngl 😂

Oh wow! You made such a nice symbolism! Honestly, that was unexpected, but I like seeing it that way. Yeah, they all share a thread not just the fact that they're in the same AU. I genuinely think that Jinhae is the first ship to form while the rest follow in a gradual blur. Friendship has always been the highlight whenever I write stories where it has romance, yet not officially implied, though the insinuations are palpable. It really shows that Jin-woo and Byung-gyu care about what they currently have with Hae-in and Ju-hee more than what they wished for.

Jinhae - dawn o morning.

Choibaek - daytime or noon.

Minlee - dusk or evening.

Hmm. . . It's probably obvious on who is the midnight 👀

No kidding. I forgot that I should write about Taenoru.

Hehe, THANK YOU SO SO MUCH, YULIYA<33

"his Hae-in"? WHICH PART WAS IT—

[maybeimamuppet]

The kisses prompt

#48

Cadnis

I beg you

hello my dear thank you for the ask

and also welcome to i think the longest “drabble” i’ve done so far hehe oops

48, kisses out of habit

Cady wakes up to her phone buzzing relentlessly on her nightstand. She groans as she rolls over onto her stomach and gropes around for it with one eye half-open. She winces at the brightness of the screen and scrambles to turn it down so she can actually see what it has to show her.

9:12 am. Still more texts coming in from Janis.

April 30.

They’re getting married today.

She swipes up and taps in her passcode, since her phone can’t recognize her sleepy face. Taps her way into her text thread with Janis.

babycakes: you are responsible for me just kissing damian on the fucking lips

babycakes: he’s yelling at me

babycakes: Sent a video: he really can multitask

babycakes: making pancakes and yelling at me at the same time

babycakes: I JUST DKDKING DID IT AGAIN

babycakes: I CAN NEVER TALK TO DAMIAN AGAIN

babycakes: i hope you’re happy with yourself

babycakes: oh my GOD

caddycat: Ok

caddycat: Back this truck up about ten miles

babycakes: I KISSED DAMIAN

babycakes: ON THE MOUTH

babycakes: T W I C E

caddycat: Congratulations

caddycat: And what does that have to do with me exactly?

babycakes: YOU

babycakes: dame let me have a sleepover in his bed

babycakes: and i forgot

babycakes: and i’m used to kissing u first thing when we wake up

babycakes: BUT IT WADNT YOU IT WASHIM AND I LISSED DAMIAN ON TEHMOUTH

babycakes: and then he brought me breakfast

babycakes: and i kiss you when you do that

babycakes: AND I FUCKING DIDIT GAAIN

Cady would’ve answered Janis’ flurry of texts by this point, but she’s laughing too hard too. They keep coming as Cady rolls around on the bed, clutching her aching stomach with tears in her eyes.

The chortles slow to chuckles after a while and she wipes the tears from her eyes with a last burst of giggles.

caddycat: My congratulations to the happy couple

babycakes: NHIS IS NOT HOW OUR WEDING DAY JS SUPOOED TO GO

caddycat: Is Dame mad?

babycakes: Sent a video: maybe ??

Cady opens this video of Damian, continuing his rant from the first.

“You’re supposed to be gay!” It begins. “I’m supposed to be gay! Today is literally your wedding day and you go smooching me! What resemblance do I bear to Caddy? Huh? She’s, like, two feet tall and maybe three pounds! Her hair is fucking red, Janis! Red! I am built like if a horse was a human and you say you kissed me because you thought I was her!”

Janis is giggling to herself in the background, but it sounds nervous. “It was habit! I swear!”

Damian is unphased. “I am supposed to be officiating your wedding in, like, eight hours! And here you go smooching the minister!”

“It’s a habit! Caddy and I kiss every morning when we first wake up!”

“Aww,” Damian coos before he gets back into it. “Anyway! Motherfucker! You can’t do this to me! Not today, do you have any idea how stressed I am?!”

The video ends there, sending Cady into another fit of giggles.

caddycat: He sounds mad

babycakes: are u mad ?

caddycat: Of course not

babycakes: oh

babycakes: good

caddycat: I think it’s cute

babycakes: motherfucker

caddycat: Hey now

caddycat: I’m about to be your wife

babycakes: hehe

babycakes: yeah

babycakes: can we go do that now?

caddycat: Thought you’d never ask

—-

Many, many hours later finds them doing exactly that. The two of them in long white dresses, hair and makeup done, all their friends and family dressed to the nines.

And the two of them, together.

“I now pronounce you wives. You may kiss. Each other, Janis.”

Janis barely snorts a laugh before grabbing her wife’s face and pulling her up to her lips. Cady smiles into the kiss and winds her arms around her wife’s waist. She’s smiling so hard she has to break it for a second. Janis smiles back before they lean back in.

“You are the best habit I’ve ever had,” she whispers when they break the second time.

Cady just smiles wider and pulls her in again.

[kotaromita]

// hi its me uh do you wnat to make a seperate thread of kotaro in akitos house? or do we want to do one at all?

-@shinonome-akito-official

OOC: SURESIES!! if you want to i will always be willing hehe. u start or me start? :3

[kleinstar]

"Yayyyyyyyy it's your birthday Eddy!"

"Sorry I missed it because of my date, but look what I got you!"

She presents him with a covered tray and lifts the lid with a flourish on his kitchen table.

"Ta-da! I made it myself!"

It's a beautifully elaborate cake, but small enough to share for two.

"Oh, the gold foil's edible too. Hurry up and eat it with me since the center's made of ice cream. I made that too of course, hehe!"

Besides that, she stuffs a...plushie into his arms? Except this time it's not some fancy limited edition merch, but a customized, connected plush of Ark and Eiden holding hands.

"This is one of a kind," Mary Sue adds with pride. "I sewed it myself and it's waaaaaay better than any stuff you can get from stores! Look, I even included the special sheen in Ark's irises with special metallic thread!"

Hopefully that makes up for her being a day late! Dates are Serious Business, after all.

" Hehee! No problem! Sometimes you just have to do stuff right--- "

" Ahh, more cake huh? It does look great though for real! "

Well, it's better to get it now than yesterday, he might have collapsed on the spot otherwise. Ice cream makes a great change of pace though. And it does look pretty!

The plushie however catches him totally offguard. The seams and the details are all so clean it might as well be an official thing. In hands it feels warm and soft. Eiden's eyes definitely light up there.

" Man I should up my sewing game too, this is so cool!!! You sure got skills...."

He squeezes it tight.

"Thanks a whole bunch! The ice cream sounds great for the weather huh! You mind carrying it, let's eat it with this guy on the table with us haha! There's other treats too if you want to try out--- "