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babiebom · 7 months

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Where they fall in omegaverse Dynamics (stardew edition)

A/N: no i don’t know what’s wrong with me but now we all get to experience the inner workings of my mind :) enjoy OBVIOUSLY KIDS ARE NOT INCLUDED I was gonna do everyone but decided I didn’t know enough about a lot of the characters so only people I know :)this is hella old btw

Tw: sexual mentions, cursing, some insults to certain characters but like that’s not new here.

Genre: shitpost, headcanons

Masterlist

Alpha- top of the hierarchy. Dominant, and usually in charge. Hot heads and breeders.

Abigail- i think she would be an alpha that acts like a beta or omega. No one would actually know she’s an alpha until she loses her temper or goes off scent blockers or something.

Alex- typical dudebro and will be doing the breeding thank you. I feel like he would be a stereotypical alpha like this is a given.

Sebastian- DONT KILL ME PLS this is kinda biased because I know for a fact that I am literally Penny but an actual person and he is the one I am attracted to so naturally I want to put him here. I am probably delusional but I also think he could take charge so hmph.

Shane- can’t see him being bred bc i think he would be doing the breeding. When he takes control of his insecurities and stuff I think he could be super confident and leader like. Just needs to not be depressed.

Pierre- it’s his personality tbh. Like while I desperately do not want him to be in this category based on how much I dislike him, he would go into this category purely because of how he acts. He wants the most money, he’a the “man of the house” and provider, he has a temper he would just be an annoying alpha.

Kent- sexy hawt military man is obviously an alpha. There is no way he is being bred, there is no way he is going to be the homemaker, being an alpha is literally the only thing that makes sense for him.

Mr.Qi - he gives off alpha vibes, no omega or beta could be this confident and mysterious for absolutely no reason other than just being that way idk.

Evelyn - she gives off the vibes that when she and George were younger they were the “it’s fine/HE ASKED FOR NO PICKLES” couple. I think she could whoop somebody’s ass back in the day.

Robin- she is the woman with a business, she is providing, she is building, she is alpha no question about it.

Gunther- it’s the way he tips his hat idk. Also the way he’s just like “oh you don’t have any cool artifacts? Get out of my face then.” Maybe not that mean but like vibes.

Sandy- HAVE YOU SEEN HER? she is alpha, the would never be a beta or omega that is not her style at all sorry.

Marlon- man kills monsters for a living. Like no omega is going to waste time on that or even do that if I’m honest. Leave monster killing to the people who don’t have other things to do.

Pam- she gives off alpha that had their omega leave them vibes and that’s why she’s a crappy mother because it was not supposed to be her job.

Lance- literally a fighter/adventurer. The man protects and attacks he has to be an alpha, there is no way an omega can do this, and due to him being an active adventurer, and him being protective makes him more alpha than beta.

Olivia- an alpha mother that wants her beta son(spoiler) to be more like her. She active in getting money, or at least I think she has stocks. And she’s more ambitious than I think an omega or beta would be.

Andy-is this because he gives off asshole vibes? Mayhaps. He just seems like he’s an alpha whose family left him so he’s bitter at the world. A corpo slave to so where else would he go?

Suki- boss bitch that actually sneaks into the capital(or whatever it is) and steals and gets other people to give her contraband so she can sell it to bitches at a high price for her risking her life. Would never bow down to anyone.

Beta- in the middle simply because they are neither dominant nor submissive. They do not give off smells nor do they have heats or ruts. Basic people tbh.

Emily- she is just vibes. No amount of sex or heats or ruts or pheromones will bother her. She is above that and is too busy making clothes for birds.

Leah- I think she would literally just be middle ground because she gives off those vibes. Also because I think she could possibly end up with either an alpha or omega, it literally doesn’t matter to her.

Maru- she is literally just science. I am sorry but there is no time for breeding and going feral because of heats, she needs to make this robot and she needs to make it now.

Harvey- I also would’ve put him in Omega but since he is a doctor I feel like that means he is a beta. Like I don’t think alpha or omegas would be able to have this job since instincts and stuff are a major part in how they act. Betas would be able to ignore everything else and just work idk.

Clint- doesn’t give omega vibes but definitely is not an alpha. Like not to jump on the Clint hate train, but he gives off angry beta vibes that wishes he was an alpha. He doesn’t have confidence, and he seems like a loser tbh. He probably wishes he was an alpha to get Emily, or even any girl that he likes, but doesn’t realize that she and maybe even the rest don’t really care if he’s an alpha or not so he’s mad for nothing.

Morris- he is literally just a worker bee. No sex, no love, just working and getting to the top and having money. The man is only ruled by money, no amount of good smelling things and sexy prospects will entice him.

Willy- a man who just wants to fish. He also gives off alpha vibes, but I think he is too comfortable to be around and too chill and level headed to be an alpha. Love him.

Magnus- I think he just magically made himself a beta in order to not have any distractions. Was married once, it was a mistake, he impregnated a person that lives in Pelican Town (*cough* Caroline *cough*) and she went back to her husband so he doesn’t want any other distractions. It’s only time for magic and protecting the town.

Linus- cannot be an alpha or omega and be comfortable living alone in a tent. He is just a nature man and it would not make any sense for him to be anything but a beta.

Demetrius- like father like daughter, the only thing that matters is science he just somehow ended up with a hot wife. She is happy being a provider and he is happy doing his science.

Grandpa- I have no idea I refuse to put him under either because it’s either admitting he is fuckable and submissive or dominant and a fucker. Absolutely not.

Lewis- hate him he has baby balls with how he treats Marnie, yeah he’s a leader being mayor, but no true alpha would act like this. He’s an asshole that is making himself seem like an even bigger asshole in an attempt to seem like an alpha.

Victor- is only ambitious about things he cares about, which is similar to the others on this list. Doesn’t wish to really do anything with his life other than what he is passionate about, like bridges.

Susan- all she wants to do is be on her farm as far as I know. I would’ve put her in alpha but she doesn’t give off those vibes she just seems normal? Like she’s able to take charge but won’t if she doesn’t have to?

Omega - definition of submissive and breedable. At the bottom of the hierarchy and their main purpose is to breed and serve the alphas. Sadge.

PENNY- the literal definition of submissive and breedable. Like yes? This is her actual dream? She would love this.

Haley- has the personality of an Alpha but is not one. Just extremely bratty. The right person will make her submit naturally and not just because of her status.

Sam- sweet boy Sam is deffo an omega. Maybe not super submissive but I think that underneath the childishness he would be a good homemaker. Like I think that his relationship with his younger brother shows that he is on the more nurturing side rather than the I have to provide side.

Elliott- Elliott stans don’t hate me. But he gives off worshiper vibes and not the person being worshipped. Maybe it’s his love notes and letters but I think he would do good with an alpha he could serenade all day.

Caroline- I feel like only an omega could deal with Pierre. She always complains about him working all the time and how he behaves but she never does anything about it. Omega behavior.

Jodi- an omega that hates being an omega. She is in charge of child rearing, and is the homemaker but hates it. Wishes she could be a beta and wishes she could’ve waited to get married and have kids. She is so unhappy this is her biology.

George- Evelyn’s bitch. I’m sorry. But like we all know that George is Evelyn’s sub. Idc.

Marnie- the most obvious out of the villagers that isn’t a bachelorette. Like yearns for a family and marriage and romance. She wants it, she needs it, unfortunately attached herself to an asshole.

Gus- yes he is a business man, but all he cares about is feeding everyone and providing a place for them to Hang out. He is an omega that found his calling in serving people instead of having kids and we love him for it.

Sophia- this girl isn’t Alpha at all. Like bffr she’s depressed, shy, and quiet. And her hobby is cosplay. Girl is one hundred percent an omega. Even though she owns her parents company, I think she isn’t like business motivated, only is happy that it’s this company specifically and allows her to garden idk.

Claire- she is different from the others on this list. Because she is motivated, she wants to be an actress and does work and provide for herself. I think though if she met the right person that would provide while she chases her dreams she would like it. Even her hobbies seem soft to me (reading, ballet. )

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sephirothsplaything · 1 month

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DNA| Sec.80 high power-chapter 11

A/N: I figured out how to post the full chapter of this thank fuck because this was bothering me!

This is the story of Lady Rhaella Targaryen the I;the strange one and her role in the Dance Of Dragons. Loved by few and feared by many.

The blood of the dragon runs in Targaryen's veins. Something else runs in Rhaella.

BLACK TARGARYEN OC/READER

PARINGS: Aemond,Cregan,slight Jace,slight Addam,original charecter

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The harrowing screams of the Princess Rhaenyra permeated throughout the Dragonstone halls. She had been laboring on hours end, to no avail. Rhaella's eyes flinched harshly at the sound. The wails easily overpowered the council her father was attempting to hold.

She could not understand it—how a man could ignore his wife's pleas. Each knight and lord sat in their discomfort, however, none spoke to oppose Daemon.

Rhaella glanced at her cousins, both fighting back an outpour of emotions. She thought of her own mother. Oh, how similar the screams were. It was a terror that she hoped to never endure.

The memory caused Rhaella's voice to lift, with no mind for control.

"Perhaps we should wait for the Princess," Rhaella said.

All eyes turned to her, some in shock, others in slight agreement. Daemon stared at his daughter for a moment, eyes piercing as if to say, 'Do not dare'.

But she dared. This simply could not go on. Mayhaps her voice held no weight, but she would be heard. Rhaella's hands slammed down onto the painted table, fire flickering at the action. She had interrupted her father once again.

No further words were uttered by her. Rhaella stomped to Rhaenyra's chambers. Whimpers and curses could be heard.

She stood outside the door, unable to move. "Get out!" Rhaenyra screamed. "Monster! Get out!"

Her mother had said the same. Endless pleas to a child that could not understand the harm it was inflicting onto its mother.

Rhaella's body slid itself onto the side wall. She could not go in. All Rhaella could hear was her mother begging for her suffering to end.

"Mother?" Lucerys called. The smell of blood had wafted to Rhaella's nose. Princess Rhaenyra was forced to fight a women's battle—among men. The thought was infuriating.

"Know that my claim passes to you, Jacaerys," Rhaenyra speaks weakly. The line of succession had been made clear. Rhaella could only think how her sister would manage the position of queen.

Much better than her anyhow.

"Where is Daemon?" Jace asks with an unlike sternness.

"Gone to madness,off to plan his war," Rhaenyra mumbled.

Jace's eyes harden with fury. His jaw clenched tightly, and Rhaella wondered if she had ever seen him like this.

"Leave Daemon with me," Jace said. He marched off with such conviction that Rhaella found herself following him, nearly tripping over herself to match his strides.

"He will not listen," Rhaella said. Jace glanced at her. "He will."

The two cousins venture to the table once more. Rhaella stood further away, doubt evident.

"Let us stop this meeting," Jace demanded.

"Ah, the young prince," Daemon spoke nonchalantly. It did not go unnoticed to Rhaella that she was being ignored—punished.

"You are needed to patrol the skies of Vermax." It was a commanding tone, one that Rhaella was all too familiar with. But Jace refused to waiver.

"Did you hear what I said?" Jace spoke once more. Daemon scoffed but Rhaella could tell that he was somehow impressed by Jacaerys's efforts.

More so than her.

"You've lost the ability to speak for yourself?" Daemon's words were for Rhaella. If not for the constant screams mixed with flashes of her mother that filled her mind, perhaps she could have formulated a response.

"Leave her be," Jace said, only growing more angry. The two men engaged in a brief stare-down before Daemon grabbed dark sister and walked off.

"Come, and I shall show you the meaning of loyalty."

Jace gave Rhaella an assuring glance before walking out as well.

"Princess, please let us help you!" Rhaella could hear the maids beg.

But in truth, there was nothing they could do. She needed to remove herself from here, her stomach was beginning to turn.

Rhaella found solace inside her room. The silk sheets had been done up neatly—not like how she'd left them last.

She tried to focus on the details familiar to her. The imposing brass bookcase was on display in the corner.All the books and maps she could ever want resided there.

Something stuck out from one of the shelves. Reaching to grab it,Rhaella recognized it as a letter.

Aemond's letter.

Her fist shook as she clutched it,as if it would run away from her if she eased her grip. Aemond had not indulged in what was written.

Rhaella's fingers traced over her delicately written name. She could recall how horrid his penmanship was in their younger years,he certainly had worked hard at it.

The thought nearly made her smile,but it quickly faded. Smiling at a time such as this? Perhaps she was mad.

Rhaella did not wish to read it. Not until she could speak to Aemond again.

Hastily,Rhaella shoved the letter underneath her pillow,hoping that her conflictions would disappear with it.

"Rhaella?"

Baela and Rhaena stood in the doorway,faces sullen. Rhaella recognized the expression.It was one that was etched onto her sisters faces when their mother was dropped into the sea.

Pure sorrow.

"What of the babe?" Rhaella asked,although she was already sure of the answer.

Rhaena's gaze fell,hands clutched at her side. It was especially hard for her,Rhaella was sure. She was the one that saw the blood of their mother pour from her dress.

"She did not survive,Rhaenyra is wrapping her body now." Baela said.

"I see." Rhaella said.

"The funeral is about to take place." Rhaena choked out. She left the room and Baela followed after.Rhaella glanced at her pillow one last time. She would bury Aemond for the time being. He only served as a distraction from more pressing matters.

Walking out from the castle,Rhaella was met with the devastating sight. Her family gathered round stone fixtures that held up the tiny body of the babe. She noticed that her father looked especially withdrawn. Was that his grief making itself known? He hadn't looked that way at her mother's funeral.

A bitter feeling danced around her. Rhaella elected to stand by Lucerys who grabbed her arm for support. Her father had yet again lost an attempted babe. She felt sorry for him in earnest,the princess more so.

Fire was set to the babes frail body and Luke squeezed Rhaella harder. A painful silence rang out in the air.

Tears fell from Luke's face as he mourned his sister. Rhaella was unable to find words of comfort for him.

Booted footsteps crunched onto the ground,catching the attention of Rhaella. Ser Erryk Cargyll approached the front,in his hand was a satchel.

Daemon placed a hand over dark sister cautiously as the guards drew their own swords.

"I mean you no harm,brothers." Ser Erryk spoke. He took the liberty of taking a few steps more before bending a knee.Reaching into the bag,he pulled out the gold crown of the old king Viserys Targaryen.

"I swear to the queen." Ser Erryk vowed. Rhaella thought the timing was..peculiar at best. Her father did not share the same opinion it seemed. Daemon took the crown and placed it atop Rhaenyra's head.

Queen of the seven kingdoms and protector of the realm. Daemon bent the knee for Rhaenyra and soon everyone followed suit.

Rhaella remained standing for a moment. Her stepmother had been crowned. She could not deny the surge of pride that rushed into her veins.

A woman would sit the iron throne through fire and blood. A war in Rhaenyra's name,the concept made Rhaella slightly envious.

Nevertheless,she too took a knee to the soil. Her grandmother remained standing,hardly a surprise to Rhaella–she was the queen who never was.

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A meeting was arranged the following day. Immediate lords and maesters that retained loyalty to Queen Rhaenyra were present. The arrival of her grandfather from driftmark lifted Rhaella's spirits slightly,choosing to stand at his side.

All gathered around the painted table,Queen Rhaenyra moved to its head. There was a hesitation intermingled with her confidence,one that Rhaella figured could only come with her position as a woman.

"Wine,my queen." Rhaena offered the cup. Rhaella's lips pursed at the action. Her sister was a smart girl. Queen Rhaenyra beckoned both girls to the table,who opted to stand at the sides of their betrothed.

Silence settled as the new Queen mulled over what her first words would be,everyone was waiting for her command.

"What is our standing?" Rhaenyra said finally.

"We have thirty knights,one hundred crossbow men and three-hundred men at arms." Daemon responded immediately.

No where near the amount that the Greens had,Rhaella knew that much. There was a guard for practically every door in the red keep...subtracting the one whose life Rhaella had taken.

The nausea in her stomach found itself once more.

Queen Rhaenyra thought over her husband's words. She looked around for a moment,eyes searching. She turned behind her,falling onto Rhaella next to her grandsire.

"Rhaella,come." The queen said. She was caught entirely off guard,Rhaella assumed she had been forgotten yet again. Everyone looked to her,expectant as her previous outburst had not been forgotten in a hurry.

The weight of significance hung over Rhaella's head. Her sister had made a defining approach,marking her place at the table,so why not her?

No dragon,no claim to any land and certainly no betrothed...and yet..

Rhaella strode to the right side of the Queen Rhaenyra,cementing herself confidently. This is where she wished to be,she decided. A hand of the queen. Rhaella would do everything in her power to make this known to her grace.

Rhaella fine tuned her ear as potential allyship was discussed. As she concluded,House Arryn would most likely side with them as the queen's own mother was of their lands.

House Celtigar would not deny their old valyrian blood. House Baratheon was up for question,Rhaella had heard the lord there was rather pig-headed,illiterate as well.

All council members agreed that the Riverlands would be essential for their cause.

"Pray to forgive my bluntness,your grace." One Maester interjected. Queen Rhaenyra was gracious to allow him.

"Your cause owns one that has not been seen since the days of Old Valyria.." The maester continued.

Dragons.

Rhaella wondered if she would ever be free of such talk. It served as a painful reminder of what she lacked.

"The Greens have dragons as well." Queen Rhaenyra stated. Rhaella's mind immediately shifted towards Vhagar,mighty she was. No dragon on their end would have the slightest of chances,save for Meleys or Caraxes.

"They have three adults,by my count." Daemon spoke. "We have Syrax,Caraxes and Meleys,your sons have Arrax,Vermax and Tyraxes."

'It is hopeful at best' Rhaella thinks. The latter three dragons were still relatively young,they barely hunted for their own food let alone seen war.

"Baela had Moondancer." Daemon said. Rhaena and Rhaella exchanged looks. On the out by their father once more,like always.

"Daemon none of our dragons have been to war." Queen Rhaenyra stated. There was a certain tension between them that had hardly escaped Rhaella's notice. Her father,perhaps unintentionally, had been making decisions without her official word.

"There are unclaimed dragons as well as wild ones." Daemon stated,attention turning to his dragonless daughters. Rhaena shifted,head turning away in shame. Rhaella might have done the same at one time,but there was a definite shift – her eyes bore straight into her fathers,unflinching.

"Vermithor and Silverwing." Jace chimed in. Daemon nodded in agreement,emitting a scoff from Rhaella.

"It is high time the two of you find dragons for yourselves." Daemon said.

"You wish to force a connection for the sake of war?" Rhaella asked. She could feel Rhaena tug on her arm in warning.

"Now is no time to be rebellious,Rhaella." Daemon scolded.

Her father had nothing if not sheer audacity,but she would be sure to match it.

" I cannot speak for Rhaena." Rhaella said. " Vermithor nor Silverwing are suited for me."

"And neither are any of the many dragon eggs you refuse to take." Daemon mocked. Rhaella clenched her fists,face heating up in embarrassment. He would not understand. There was something tugging at her mind,urging her to search. For what? Rhaella could not be sure.

"What good would a dragon egg do either of us,Rhaena's has yet to hatch." Rhaella pointed out. The statement, true,albeit harsh, caused Rhaena to flinch.

"Perhaps if you drew your attention to that matter and not that of our enemies you'd find success." Daemon said.

"Daemon." Queen Rhaenyra hissed. Her control over the black council was wavering and she wished to return to the matter at hand.

However,Rhaella in her persistent spitefulness made her anger known anyhow. It crossed her mind to bring up Mysaria,but resisted.

"Please excuse me,your grace." Rhaella said,bowing as respectfully as she could. She did not wait for the queen's response.

Back to her room she went,slamming the door obnoxiously behind her. Indignation boiled over inside,uncontrolled. Rhaella shoved the books from her desk,causing a thud to echo. She was hardly done,kicking around pillows and collectables in frustration.

She had completely destroyed her room–it was childish, she was forced to admit. Mayhaps her father was trying to instill a certain lesson,she could add it to the pile of constant confusion she faced.

In the midst of her vexation,Rhaella's hand landed onto Aemond's letter. The urge to rip it open overwhelmed her entirely. It was almost troublesome. How he managed to remain at the forefront of her mind despite everything. For a moment,Rhaella wondered if he thought of her as well. She ached to understand his reasoning; It surely could not have been for Aegons' sake or even his own mothers'. The only conclusion Rhaella was able to conjure was that of some self motivated desire of his.

Rhaella found a small comfort atop her bed,head lolling to the side. Hours passed her by swiftly as she dozed off.

An abrupt knock caused Rhaella to nearly fall off her bed. She had half a mind to ignore the interruption.

"Rhaella,open this door at once." The demand of Baela could be heard. Rhaella sighed;Baela would not ask again. She was met with the faces of her sisters,to whom she reluctantly let in.

"By the Gods,what happened here?" Rhaena asked, looking around. Rhaella shrugged,plopping down onto the floorboards.

"It was either this or yell at father in front of the entire council." Rhaella stated plainly. Baela rolled her eyes in response to her sister's statement.

"And in your impertinence,I now bear the burden of relaying what you have missed." Baela said.

Quietly,Rhaena began to pick up the things Rhaella had strewn across the room, returning them to their rightful place.

"I assume ravens have already been sent out to allies?" Rhaella inquired. She,in truth was only half interested,but for the sake of Baela and her temper,she indulged.

"Jace volunteered to relay the message himself." Baela said,slight adoration present.

"How prince like." Rhaella said. Baela hummed in agreement.

"Luke will fly to Storm's end." Rhaena added. Rhaella's brow furrowed. She could not imagine her sweet cousin demanding the Baratheon lord to bend the knee. It made her smile a little.

"Did grandsire officially declare his allegiance?" Rhaella asked. Corlys's hesitance was all too apparent,leaving her puzzled. The Velyeron bloodline would have been assured with Baela as queen and Rhaena as the lady of Driftmark.

"Yes,the fleets will be at the queen's command.''Rhaena responded. The seasnakes fleets would be properly intimidating,the greens would have no dominion over the seas.

"I do not think the queen will be so quick to war,she shows restraint." Rhaella said.

"She needs to show strength." Baela said,hands clenched together. Rhaena was seemingly finished with Rhaella's room as she sits on the bed.

"The blood on your dress from yesterday." Rhaena said,a growing look of concern etched onto her face. "What happened?

Rhaella's eyes flickered shut as she recalled,as if the event was so long ago.

"I killed a guard whilst escaping." Rhaella stated bluntly. She had long since decided that the nausea she felt was the prospect of being powerful rather than fear.

Her sisters gasped in unison. Rhaella thought the reaction was a little dramatic.

"That must have been horrible," Rhaena said.

"At the time it felt right." Rhaella said. She would spare her sisters from the dark details of her true thoughts for the time being.

"Thank the gods you're safe." Baela said. She too took to Rhaella's bed.

The Gods? No,this was her own doing..perhaps.

"Both of you wish to stay?" Her sisters nodded. Although Rhaella desperately wished to be alone,she would not deny them.

Rhaella dawned her nightdress before situating herself in the middle. Baela rolled to face the wall whilst Rhaena settled onto her back. I miss mother." Rhaena blurted out. They all thought it,the memory of their mother had become violently present during Rhaenyra's labors. Rhaella herself yearned for her mothers voice,even if it was for only a moment.

"Rhaena go to sleep." Baela responded after some time. Soon the slowed breaths of Baela filled the room.

Rhaella knew she would be unable to find sleep,like many nights before. Her mind reeled over the possibility of war. How would she fare? Would she be content to be sent off while her family fought?

Deep down,Rhaella longed for a chance to prove herself a true Targaryen–To find glory though fire and blood. She would give her very soul if need be.

"Rhaella,are you awake?" Rhaena's soft voice whispered. She felt the bed shift as Rhaena turned to her.

"Yes." Rhaella said reluctantly. Rhaena was quiet for a moment,considering her words.

"I saw the letter..it's from him isn't it?" Rhaena said.

"Yes." Rhaella said,seeing no point in denial.

"What was written?" Rhaena said.

Rhaella sighed. If she was to confess anything,she supposed it might as well be to Rhaena. Baela would sooner scold her and Rhaella was in no such mood for that.

"I do not know." Rhaella said. Oh,but she wanted to,terribly so.

"Still you care for him." Rhaena stated. Rhaella stared up to the ceiling,the dark warping her vision.

"There is something I must confess,but you mustn't tell a soul." Rhaella said.

"I would never." Rhaena assured. Rhaella knew she would not,but required verbal confirmation anyhow.

"The night before Aegon was crowned, I was with him." Rhaella said.

"Oh." Rhaena breathed out. Rhaella forced herself to continue,before she lost all nerve.

"We flew together on Vhagar and we spoke." Rhaella said. A ghost of a smile was present on her face,concealed by the dark.

"I found myself..relating to him,his aspirations." Rhaella whispered.

Rhaena hummed. "The two of you were always alike,I think."

"Rhaena I fucked him, there, in the grass." Rhaella spouted. She continued on before her sister could respond.

"I find myself with little regret of my doings." Rhaella admitted. She was no longer a maiden,purity stripped from her.

And there would be no god above to return it.

"And yet,he has betrayed you." Rhaena said. Tears threatened to fall down Rhaella's cheeks.

She knew it. She knew and almost did not care,and the fact horrified her greatly.

"If it should really come to war..I fear–" Rhaella trailed off. She could not bring herself to voice her thoughts. The truth of the matter; She feared that she would be unable to do what is necessary if it came to it.

And she hated it. Rhaella wished to be released from her feelings,to sever the bond between herself and Aemond.

"Do you love him?" Rhaena asked ,to her own dismay, she doubted the fact would change.

"I never wanted to,in earnest." Rhaella said.

"But do you?" Rhaena urged.

Rhaella did not respond. But she needed not to.

Love weakened her heart.

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'Awaken'

Rhaella's eyes flickered. The room was still swallowed in darkness,but this was no dream.

'Leave me.' Rhaella hoped her thoughts were loud enough for it. Her sisters were long asleep,however they did little to ease her anxiety.

'There is much to do,strange one.' It hissed. As if her body worked against her,she crawled from the bed,stumbling slightly.

'Allow my voice to guide you'

Rhaella walked into the long dragonstone halls,avoiding guards on instinct. She found herself outside–The cool air ruffled her nightdress.

"Where am I going?" Rhaella hissed. She was shivering and had neglected to wear shoes.

'To the glory you so desperately wish for.'

Against her better judgment,she continued onwards. Rhaella hiked up to the harsh terrains until her feet were numb. She paused as puffs of air left her quickly. Rhaella took a moment to observe her surroundings. She was on the Dragonmount,some ways away from the castle. One where some of the wild dragons reside.

She was in great danger.

''Explain yourself, devil!" Rhaella demanded. Trickles of fear dripped into her blood.

'You shall walk with death'

A low grumble could be heard from a cave,no doubt from a large dragon.

"Morghon iksos issa pāletilla?" Death is my crown?

Delusional or suicidal,Rhaella could not determine what she was as of yet–perhaps a healthy mix of both.

Droplets of water fell from the cave onto her face. She tried to recall the histories of her ancestors. Dragons choose their riders, and if this one deemed her unworthy then..

Rhaella shuddered,slowing her movements purposefully. Is this what Aemond had felt when he approached Vhagar? From where did he pull the confidence to do such a thing?

Skeletal remains lined the cave floors,causing Rhaella to trip.

Then she heard growling once more,closer than she would have liked. There,in the shadows an outline of a head could be seen. Tufts of smoke blew from the beast's nose,eyes glowing a brilliant green.

Green. Like the fire from her dreams. It was the Cannibal dragon–a wildly vicious best.

Rhaella was sure this would be her last thought.

'All power demands sacrifice,you see.' The voice purred out. Rhaella was overcome with a certain dark determination.

It had a morbid curiosity,wishing to see how she would act.

Rhaella would be the dagger with the wound if necessary.

She clutched a sharpened rock,slicing her palms swiftly. The iron smell of her blood drifted to the dragon's nose.

"Māzigon naejot issa ''' Come to me' Rhaella spoke confidently. There could be no room for fear nor hesitation,a beast of this caliber would surely take advantage of it. The Cannibals' mighty roar shook the cave,leaving sediments to fall.

If this–entity.. Held a special interest in her, she would be bold in her claim.

"ānogar hen issa ānogar, sagon issa dohaeragon" Blood of my blood,be my help.

Rhaella's fluent valyrian did little to calm the dragon,the roars only increased. An intense heat hit her at once,a sign of incoming dragonfire.

Having no choice but to flee,Rhaella made haste whilst the blood from her palms left a trail.

A furious wildfire followed after her,the aftermath blackened her nightgown. Frustration ate away at Rhaella. The voice had been silent for some time,offering no such help for her.

It was clear this was an act she was to perform alone. How could she entice a wild dragon? She could not be calm,lest she presents herself as prey by mistake.

Rhaella smeared her bloodied hands over her neck and face as she came to a resounding conclusion.

She did not need to tame the Cannibal–she needed to only enter an understanding of dominance.

Rhaella took the risk of approaching a second time. Her sharp violet eyes were fearsome, she held the very resolve of the fourteen flames.

"I promise you chaos,if you'd let me." Rhaella spoke. The Cannibal still stood tall,although his growls had dampmend.

She inched closer. Rhaella could almost feel the connection. Something about this dragon felt so achingly familiar. His green eyes served almost as a reflection. Perhaps this was the bond her father used to speak of.

"Naenie vali emagon sylutan naejot claim ao." 'Many men have tried to claim you' Rhaella cooed out. The Cannibal was strange like herself,out of place and left to be.

But she was no man.

Cautiously,Rhaella reached a hand up to the dragon's hardened scales,decorated with cuts and old wounds.

"Ao mijegindita mirre." You poor thing. Her blood stained the Cannibal's nose as she carefully stroked him with the tips of her fingers. The dragon seemed to reluctantly allow it and Rhaella dared to push her luck further.

"You deserve a proper name,I think." Rhaella mused. The Cannibal jerked from her touch,seemingly having more than enough. Rhaella's mind raked over all the childish names she used to hold the hope of one day calling her dragon.

But the Cannibal was hardly hers,and likely would not be for some time–the thought was more than fine with Rhaella. She had waited this long after all.

"Aegarax." Rhaella declared. He was the first God of Old Valyria,ruler over all. She thought it was fitting. He was not as large next to Vhagar,of course but he swallowed Melyes and Syrax in size.

The dragon,now Aegarax, met her gaze and Rhaella knew she had chosen well. She noticed the bits of black that swirled in his eyes,quite peculiar.

"Lykiri,Aegarax." Rhaella urged. Aegarax seemed to settle,to Rhaella's surprise.

"Kostilus gaomagon daor zālagon issa." 'Please do not burn me' Rhaella hoped her words were not in vain. It would not be such a terrible way to go,a dragon rider's death.

Rhaella held onto one of the spines,pausing to gauge a reaction. Aegarax let out a small grumble as he puffed smoke from his nose. He wasn't all too thrilled at her touch,she was sure, but as it stood she had not yet been reduced to a pile of ash.

Hiking herself onto his back,Rhaella swung her leg onto the other side. Aegrarax made no movement,paying her weight no mind. The pages of the books she had filled her boredom with could not compare to what her eyes witnessed. His black scales were detailed and thick,Rhaella resisted the urge to let her hands wander,maybe at a later time.

Rhaella readjusted her grip onto Aegrarax's scales,hunching over as she had seen her mother do many times before atop Vhagar. Her inexperience was obvious,even unto herself. She settled onto the slope of the dragons back comfortably.

"Soves" 'Fly' Rhaella said hesitantly. Aegrarax huffed out,wings stretching slightly. Anticipation bubbled over in Rhaella. This is it. She would at last find herself in the skies as she had always hungered for.

However,it never came. In one sharp movement,Aegrarax jolted,causing her to tumble off his back. The rejection caused Rhaella to smile. He could have eaten her and he did not.

She refused to rush it,despite the looming war. All the beast needed was time and patience.

"I shall return with a dragon egg on the morrow." Rhaella promised. The Cannibal,true to his name, preferred to eat his own. Power required a sacrifice,and she would see to that it would be fulfilled.

Rhaella returned to Dragonstone,blind with glee.The blood had crusted over onto her brown skin and her nightdress was ruined,but satisfaction surged through her. She carefully closed the castle door. Panicked whispers could be heard from the war room.

Curiously,she peered around the corner–The sight in front of her caused the joy to be instantly killed.

The queen Rhaenyra was bowed over,body shaking with sobs. Her father's face was hardened with fury. Rhaella thought about turning back to the outside. She glanced at her father once more,she had never seen him in such a manner.

"Father?" Rhaella called meekly. She prepared herself for a scolding at her state. Daemon's head snapped to the direction of his daughter's voice.

"Rhaella?" Daemon took in her state. "What happened to you?"

It was selfish,she knew it but the words left her before she could stop them.

"I went on a walk,I fell." Rhaella stated. Daemon's eye caught the singed fabrics of her clothes. He would address it later.

"Your grace?" Rhaella said,The queen's condition greatly perturbed her.

"Send for your sisters." Daemon commanded. Rhaella moved closer,catching the sight of the letter clutched in Rhaenyra's hand.

"What.." Rhaella's question died on her tongue,cut by her fathers words.

"Lucerys has been slain."

#house of the dragon #black oc #oc character #aemond targaryen #daemon targaryen #black reader #baela targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaena of pentos #aemond x reader #asoif fanfic #hotd2 #house targaryen #house of the dragon fanfic #fireandbloodfanfic #fire and blood #a song of ice and fire

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tfisathoughtfulnickelbakeryfire · 6 months

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I want to write a Sugar Baby AU where the person providing the money is sort of the epitome of class and grace but is also down bad for their sugar baby to the point where people are either really annoyed or really curious, because who is this beautiful, wonderful, classy human being who has this rich, powerful figurehead of high society wrapped around their finger? And also how soon can they be introduced because Lord knows the rich person won't shut the fuck up about the love of their life.

And then, through some situation, mayhaps one of those rich people charity galas, the sugar baby is introduced.

And they're just.

An absolute Dirtbag.

With a capital D.

Not necessarily a bad person, though perhaps a bit morally grey to the average citizen's standards, but definitely the type of motherfucker to stroll into a fancy party wearing a leather jacket, a stained t-shirt, no shoes, and a slutty pair of sweatpants just to say hello to their sugar daddy by giving them an absolutely filthy kiss, then steal a bunch of shrimp, a martini glass full of olives, and a bottle of champagne just for funsies.

And everybody there is like: "This is your beautiful, perfect, innocent sugar baby who you think can do no wrong and who you're in love with?"

And the sugar daddy, still red in the face from the kiss, is like: "Uh-huh, yeah, yup, that's them."

And the sugar baby just throws up a peace sign and says, "Cheers, motherfuckers," through a mouthful of shrimp and olives as they leave, opening the champagne as they go and chugging like a third of it at once, kind of Eleanor Shellstrop style. They also let out a monster belch as they reach the door, because of the bubbles, obviously, and everybody is just fucking flabbergasted, because the sugar daddy (a man who has an original Van Gogh chilling in his house and a slightly concerning obsession with unique/vintage buttons) very obviously could not be more enamoured.

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anomaly-beans · 3 months

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o/_ :) questions BLAST, for whoever you want (but if you want, for whoever is most likely to go "would you still love me if i was a worm....?")

does your oc have any motifs?

describe your character's voice. do they have a voice claim?

is your character an indoor or outdoor person?

what's your character's favorite recreational activity?

what was your character's dream job as a kid? is it different than what their career ended up being?

what is the thing your oc likes the least about themselves?

what is the thing your oc likes the most about themselves?

Worm... Kittie mayhaps...

1. does your oc have any motifs?

Scaly leather (think gator leather-), silver and gold, bright greens and earthy oranges, the texture of old bone, eyes, literally anything swamp/marsh related, gambling tokens, butterflies and moths.

2. describe your character's voice. do they have a voice claim?

It's hard for me to do voice claims, and I only recently settled on her having a strong New Orleans accent. Her voice is fairly loud and brash, and has a pretty big range in how high or low her voice goes. She tends to keep her voice low though.

3. is your character an indoor or outdoor person?

Outdoors all the way! She loves getting messy in the mud.

4. what's your character's favorite recreational activity?

Fishing :)

5. what was your character's dream job as a kid? is it different than what their career ended up being?

I think she did want to be a fisher and hunter as a kid, but that ended up being. Way different than what she was originally intending. Little her would be very surprised but think it's so cool that her older self is hunting monsters!

6.what is the thing your oc likes the least about themselves?

She'd like to say nothing at all. And it's mostly true. But she wishes that she wasn't as susceptible to wounds and nightmares still. And she wishes that some of the actions she makes that she's so sure about doing in the moment would stop coming back to bite her in the end.

7. what is the thing your oc likes the most about themselves?

Her looks! Her charm! She's a very vain person-

#fallen london oc #kate 'kittie' mclusky #oc ask game

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mightymizora · 1 year

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The Berath's Wheel

1776 words, The Watcher/Serafen, Pillars of Eternity Deadfire

The Watcher is aptly named; he can feel her eyes on him many a time as they sail. She’s a Cipher like he, so she could probe further if she wanted, but she is content to watch. He’s used to being an object of desire, willing or unwilling, so that’s familiar enough to him, but there is something else under her gaze that he can’t quite catch tail of for many a month.

Some days he likes to test how far she will go with it, rolling up his sleeves to help pull the ropes, climbing the mast to see if her gaze will follow him up. Always she is unpredictable in her actions, some days her pretty mouth agape as her eyes are fixed on the fur of his chest, other days with a nose in a book away from the world. On those days he could be a monster from the depths cleaving the hull in twain and he wouldn’t shake her fair nose from a ratty tome, her tiny frame dwarfed by books meant for hands twice her size.

They speak sometimes on that, the strangeness of existing in a land built for towering Aumaua, the chairs to their chests and the steps taking their stride. She tells him that when she sat in her seat as the lady of Caed Nua her feet would not touch the floor, so she held them as still as she could to try to keep a countenance. That one time she was so mindful of keeping herself still she stopped listening to the farm hand’s petitions, accidentally granting him three gold pieces for new goats leading to the keep being overrun with livestock. He had laughed so hard tears came to his eyes at that, and doubly hard when he realised she blushed with embarrassment at it.

Still, she were no prig, not in the moments that mattered. Her kindness doesn’t stop her from finding joy where she knew it could be teased out gentle, and she always knows exactly how to needle ‘em in a way that kept all on the side of her good graces. A rare talent. A rare mind, that was certain, a rare mind that always keeps engaged, thoughtful, precise and sharp.

The Watcher is aptly named, and that’s all he thought she were for until one night, returning to the ship from a dip in the bathhouse, she comes to him for more.

There’s a hint of mead on her breath the first time she accosts him, not too much as to be a problem mind, but enough to stir the kind of courage she’d shown in battle when she reaches across the bow into another’s mind, or summons great spirits with the bellow of her voice. She is as steady in her resolve as she ever is, any nerves undetectable to the untrained eye though, be it fortunate or no, he’s no untrained eye. Her fur is slightly on end, mayhaps on account of the wind coming in from the south-east, but it is a warm one tonight and he’s seen her weathering worse. She softly chews at the innermost part of her lip when she stops speaking, something he’s only seen her do when speaking to the high and mighty, and part of him is sad that he sees it on her now. She says that she is fine with a roll, not a ring, and as he delves into her mind to check her on it she lets him do so freely, so at least she believes it to be true.

She tells him to meet her in her cabin and when she finally joins him (late enough for him to almost have fallen asleep in the softness of her imported sheets, he’s not as young as once he was) she stands in the doorway with her hands still behind her back, as if her touch on the wood is keeping her safe from him. She is out of armour, granted, but trussed up like sack of rice in a dress that comes up to her chin. He asks her if she’s changed her mind, jokingly says he’s comfortable in the bed but will sleep on the floor if pressed, but she stops him with a raised hand. It’s fine to stay, she tells him, but she needs a moment, she needs…

He muses out loud whether she’s had any sort of experience and she’s quick to say she does, but once the words leave her mouth there she is worrying her lip again. Her mind is blocked to him now, and he tells her that these things are never so fun if that’s the case, even if he promises not to pry deep she needs to be open of mind. Her shoulders slump slightly as she fidgets around the words, eventually settling on a few over broken sentences. The sum of it being that she has in this life and others, in this life not a lot but some, and she consented but the act of it didn’t feel the way she wanted them to. They were diplomatic gestures, she says, a funny old choice of words that bring a snarl to the corner of his mouth that she’s quick to subdue. Willing, not without choice, she corrects, but still without a freedom of mind that she wants to give now. A freedom of mind she has guarded quite fiercely.

Willing, but not free. It’s a phrase that gnaws at him a little after, but in that moment he’s not got enough blood in his head to think much on it. Once he’s sure she wants him here, once he’s on his feet and by the door and he’s tugged that godsforsaken dress down from her shoulders and nipped at her neck, once her mind opens with her body he lets himself be there, and fuck her mind is a beautiful landscape, on par with her body. He’s fucked other Ciphers before, other Orlan Ciphers before even, but the added senses she brings are cacophonous the first time, a crash of senses and memories and fragments that are beyond anything he’s experienced. She’s a natural like he, not learned, and it makes the mind stretch and bend in ways that far outstrip what a kith body can stretch to.

When he makes her come the first time, he knows it’s her first time as energy bursts from her with such force that it nigh on burns his brain out. She’s mortified of course, shrinks inside of herself on the inside and out, and it takes some coaxing to get her to relax again. He wonders then if she’s younger than she looks, but she quashes that curiosity immediately. No time to herself in years, no reason to seek it out, no real need to experiment if it weren’t to help others. He feels sorry for all of those who missed out on the beauty of it, and vowed to make it happen at least once again. Should she be willing, of course.

She was willing, and it didn’t much surprise him. There was a boldness taking over her that burned through her, something new that came from being on the sea. That or the walking God, such things do tend to make folk funny. She came to him again, and again. She came to him one morning as the ship docked at Port Maje and again in the evening, and he scarce wanted to admit that he could barely keep up with her, using his mouth where other parts of him were failing.

The Watcher’s eyes become keener, seeking, looking for something in him that ain’t there. Her memories open up to him as her legs do, and he sees parts of her that she tells him nobody knows. He watches her then, steady and poised as always, the pretty plaything of rich folk in Old Vailia, their crumbling, dull palaces an ill-fit for her dazzling light. She looks to him too, still trying, and he gives her some things, granted, but there is more that’s not for her.

He thinks she understands. That they have an understanding. Until they don’t.

The head of Master Kua does it in, does them in. He looked like them, this slaver, this beast of a man, they both knew it. He looked like them and he done things that bring them both shame, and in her pain she reaches for him and in his he pulls away. He can’t be what she wants. He doesn’t want to be what she wants. What good does that kind of feeling do? He can’t understand it. Where does it lead? A marriage, kids and a house and a sinking into the mud? He only loves the sea. The sea, even over himself, and she needs more, and there’s no shame in that.

They part ways, when the Wheel cracks. He takes her ships, her fleet. She doesn’t want it. She takes Vela, and that breaks his heart, but it’s right. He thinks she’ll take Aloth too. He’s seen the way that long stick of a man looks at her, but she doesn’t. He goes his way. She hers. And that’s that. He never thinks he will see her again. Time rolls on, as it does. He doesn’t think he will see her again, until one day, he does.

Many years. Many lives lived. She still looks young, least to him, standing on the dock at Neketaka. Still trussed up in ribbons and ruffs, still stood with her hands clasped. She is the Lady of Caed Nua again, come to be envoy to Neketaka. Or she was. Now she has given over her lands, she tells him, to Vela, who is to be married. She is a fine girl, she tells him, and misses him greatly.

She comes aboard the ship again, and that is where he sees she is changed. Something sinks in her, not down, but mayhaps settles, spreads. She tells him she is older now. Things are different, now. She wants things different. She wants freedom. She wants companionship. She wants a friend, and she’s had no better friend than him all her life. That she misses him, misses all he was before. Can he believe her?

She opens up her mind again, and all he sees is the sea and time passing, so much time. He sees her stretch and part, mourn and laugh. He sees the sight of him in all of it, and it bleeds into the waves.

He holds her hand. Feels right to. Feels right.

#pillars of eternity #poe #serafen #serafen x the watcher #sort of

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lifesver · 1 year

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@johnnysslaughter said: ❛ oh, i’m not going to rush this. i’m going to take my sweet time. ❜ @meatriarch said: [ HYDRATE ] after some time of torturing, sender’s muse offer’s receiver’s muse a drink of water.(maria for nosy; we can say that johnny was a lil nice after going ham w/ lee and has her try to get him to eat/drink mayhaps?)

cw for like... nothing good hostage situation (': (mostly) implied torture blood injury etc kinda emetophobia mention. sorry sorry-

❛ i thought you were tougher than that. ❜

johnny had laughed in a way that bared his teeth, when he kicked him back down into the dirt. wasn't a nice smile. it was all just fun, for him.

( you weren't tough. and it was tiring to pretend. )

this, of course, is johnny's idea of another lesson. not for escaping — which the insane bastard found positively gleeful; in being able to hunt them down and catch them again. in making them think they had a shot, only to reveal it was all a game. all for them to find dead ends, to find tunnels that went on and on like a maze in every direction.

they had only made it about as far as the slaughterhouse underground, before johnny caught up.

leland liked to think he'd gotten a few good shots in, knocked him flat, too — before he ran into the big guy. mountain of a man with the mask all but eclipsed his path. got his wrist crushed before he could even take a proper swing. got thoroughly bashed senseless into the wall — before johnny finally came to collect him again himself. dragged him, bloody and dizzy, back the way they came. and maria had just looked exhausted, frustrated, close to tears. she'd tried it all before. they should have known it wouldn't be that easy.

so, back down under johnny sawyer's heel, and then back to their god-awful basement cells.

and for you? back to being strung up like an animal.

tongue runs along bloodied teeth, feeling for damage, where fist had landed across jaw. vision sways with residual vertigo — one eye stuck shut, and the other glassy with unshed tears. he feels nauseous. feels sure there's nothing left in his stomach to throw up. he'd have to give this crusade up, if he didn't want to starve.

how long have they even been down here?

( some part of you had thought you'd be saved by now. both of you. some part of you thought they'd come back. that their friends would tell the police about this house. that someone, anyone, would come looking.

... and every day he played the radio for you. every day you never heard your names. not once. )

johnny stopped circling him — to curl fingers idly in his hair — and suddenly yank his head back. leland hisses, pulls uselessly at purple-bruising wrists, locked high above his head. johnny holds him there, to see if he'll reject the glass of water in his hand, again. ( or maybe he's merely inspecting the damage he's done to your face, this time. )

— he does reject the water again, lips pulled into a stubborn frown. johnny's expression dances in his peripherals, sharp features all unreadable. leland thinks he sees him set the water down. he'd surely get bored of playing this game with him, eventually. and though there's undeniable proof in maria, kept alive by the very monster in front of him — leland has a hard time believing that he would be afforded the same treatment, that behaving would prolong his own life in any meaningful way. as far as he could tell, the sick bastard just wanted to play with his food.

he had more to worry about than himself, though.

❝ are you done? ❞ leland bites out, eyes flicking sideways in disdain. and johnny grins like a wolf. there's a beat, where hand tightens in his hair.

❛ — oh, i’m not going to rush this. i’m going to take my sweet time. ❜

leland shudders, involuntary, eyes shut tight to avoid staring into those teeth. swears he catches the last shred of hope in him leaving the building.

johnny lets go of him — maybe deciding against pouring the water on him outright — and allows leland's head to drop between his shoulders again. blood drip-drops from his lips to the floor.

by now, feet barely want to keep him upright, unbroken wrist all but taking his weight. his entire body burned hot and cold, old and new cuts flaring with every shift in his restraints.

come on. just endure it, like everything else. you have no other choice, anyway.

from the shadows in the corner of the room, maria's softer features swim into view. sad. scared. for him. guilt curls a tight fist around his ribs. she's had to watch this entire show. and he's done his best, for her sake, not to make a sound. not to cry.

and in between, he found his mind wandering to his friends. thankful, so thankful none of them were here instead. and still, he couldn't help but wonder; if he were smarter, like connie, like sonny and julie. if he were tougher, like ana, like danny —

— he wondered if he would be able to save maria, and himself, then.

if he would have been good enough, then.

good eye flicks at johnny, hateful. and then, when he returns look to maria, he's something docile, something apologetic, again.

she doesn't fight with their captor like he does. doesn't try his patience, and try to turn the tables at every chance she gets, like he does. a miserable thought sticks in his mind; like back in the tunnels, maybe she just knew better, by now.

and leland doesn't do what he's asked — hates this man's guts.

and in return, sometimes it's the skinning knife along his arm. sometimes it's the threat of taking more than a slice off the surface. bruises, of course, would heal. a bone broken, stitches reopened and bleeding anew, ( — his own doing. he'll be fretted at, and scolded by that older woman on the property, when she sits him down to fix them again ).

and when it had been just he and maria, in the dark, finally alone for a moment — she had pleaded with him, with tear-stung doe eyes. against his stubborn pride, his anger, his nauseating bitterness. to stop making it worse than it needed to be.

he hadn't understood her, then. her acceptance. her passive method of survival. and yet, she had survived. all this time, without anyone else. without him.

( how do you survive a monster? how do you survive the dark? )

— she asks him not to fight, anymore.

then she says, like a nail in a coffin; ❛ nothing is worth losing you. ❜

and that's when he folds, then and there, silent and empty-eyed. ( if he gets tired of you, if he slits your throat in front of her? who will protect her then? )

a pause, a smile. something he hoped was reassuring; you're not gonna lose me, he had promised.

she's standing in front of him with the same glass of water he'd declined from johnny. and she doesn't even need to say anything, for him to fold for her, again. gaze moves once, sidelong, trains on johnny in the background distrustfully. wary, as ever, and being watched pointedly in return. to maria, he gives a half-nod of assent, lifts his head enough for her to tilt his chin. she's tender when she moves his mussed hair from his face, and tips the drink to his lips. he coughs a bit, choking on blood and water and acid.

once cough settles, his half-glossy gaze finds her face again.

❝ hey, ❞ he gravels out, and somehow like a gentle, sincere apology; i didn't get us out. i couldn't do anything. i'm sorry. ❝ ... ’m fine, maria. don't worry. ❞ he forces the barest twitch of a smile, stings the nerves of his split lip. cheek settles helplessly against her palm, for a fleeting warmth in the chilled basement air. eyes rest closed, and for a moment he feels safer. for a moment he forgets about this windowless room. that they're far from home.

( how awful, that this should be the place you find her. how awful that you are not back in your dorm room together, looking over your notes for finals papers. planning summer trips. to visit julie in california, and connie in illinois. )

his vision is blurring, but he's back to watching johnny turn that skinning knife in his hands. take a step closer again; a reminder. and dull, reflexive panic reanimates leland's nerves. and he suddenly got the feeling that losing this man's interest, and patience, was a very dangerous place to find yourself.

— but you're not going to cry. not again, not now, not in front of her. not in front of him —

leland eyes the glint of the knife again.

— you promised her. don't be stupid. don't make this harder than it has to be. teeth sink into tongue, not for the first or last time, to stifle vitriol, seething, sandpaper frustration. eyes flick up, or try to. deadened in their exhaustion.

you could both still be rescued. you could still escape. if you're smart.

brows furrow down, and he forces the words;

❝ please. i-i'm — sorry. ❞

this time he addresses johnny, in something painfully stilted, and quiet. it tastes bitter. it tastes like defeat, and shame. ( you hate how it makes you feel under his eyes. ) gaze drops just as quickly, hangs on the floor, the cracks in the concrete. he's far away from himself, when his voice speaks the words aloud — just like all the other victims that came before him probably spoke it. in a whisper, in a surrender;

❝ please. just — stop. i-i'll do what you want. i swear. ❞

maybe you weren't really missing. maybe you were just dead.

#meatriarch #cw for simply a lot #i...... love to laugh (:#leland rly said 'do it for her' and started being a good captive #( ☆ ) ⸻ NO ONE SAVED YOU / verse.#( ☆ ) ⸻ THE FILM WHICH YOU ARE ABOUT TO SEE... / ic.

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astrumocs · 7 months

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scratches my chin... cade for fon mayhaps...

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗/💗💗💗💗 ( 3 - 4 )

This is more of a curiosity in attraction than anything, I think, but when he has his wits about him, he can tell Fon is a pretty face. He finds him to have an interesting style and appearance, and it's the type of look he would even appreciate more if he were fully himself.

Cade does find himself wanting to observe more closely sometimes, too... he doesn't see a whole lot of trolls where he lives, especially not such put-together and striking ones. Still, he's wary... he can asses Fon properly when he gets a closer look. He does like his shorter stature though..

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💔/💗💗💗 ( 0 - 3 )

Cade doesn't consider them friends, but he also.. doesn't really know what a friend would be to him, anymore. Someone tolerable, someone helpful, someone.. kind? He's not used to someone so chatty and excitable, but maybe once he adjusts to it, having someone who gets rid of the silence wouldn't be so bad...

He doesn't really see anyone and think 'ah, a potential friend', but that doesn't mean he doesn't want one... He's feeling it out! Cadejo might not be opposed to some friendship, once he figures out what he thinks of Fon in the first place...

Yeah, he wants to figure Fon out, at least, and until then he can't exactly help himself from getting closer, in more ways than one.

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗/💗💗💗 ( 2-3 )

This is to say it has crossed his mind in rare moments when he gets caught up in thoughts of desires and things he hasn't gotten to experience in a long time. However, he also confuses it with a desire to eat and devour that twink... the feelings often coincide and enable one another.

Something something a deep hunger serving as a metaphor for sexual desire,,

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💔 ( 0 )

Truly Cadejo isn't sure what that would entail for someone- something like him... is a relationship still something he's even still capable of? What does it feel and look like anymore? He isn't sure. It's not something that's going to be crossing his mind too quickly if it does. How much does a label like dating or not even mean to an undead monster like him, after all?

That isn't to say he'd be opposed to entertaining the idea, but it's not happening soon... who'd seek something like this with him anyway? Certainly not anyone with sense,

💔 Non-existent 💗 Very low 💗💗 A little 💗💗💗 'Hopeful' 💗💗💗💗 High 💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum

#wren speaks #hearts meme #quiescent trolls #cadejo/fonosc #this is all just like.. early on current feelings and intent but <3 they will get closer <3 #i didn't forget these they just take me so long to do..#wld you believe it's partly for anxiety reasons? sdhjdsk

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(For Felix Pardus) "Hey, what kind of monster boyfriend do you think I'd have?" Lo's lying on the sofa and has a fantasy romance novel sitting open on her stomach. It's just one of those nights.

"Super hungry and artistic....... Perhaps a vampire? tho they don't eat food like a werewolf would. Mayhaps some level of demon that has some fancy horns. I dunno, I'm starting to think that he'd have to be a gentleman regardless of species. Ozzy from monster high mayhaps. And before you ask nobody in monster high is a minor."

#ask.#starfoam #felix pardus.#kitty gets to nerd

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shady-shrub · 11 months

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ive decided to commit.

let's look at ALL. the words. every section. here we go!

(the top row looks like it has more words above but i can't tell what they say?)

Our SWEAT

Their TEARS

-(clivesdale hate, love to see it. or this is reference to the jocks vs. the nerds)-

1 2

JÄGER'S

COMING FOR YOU

-(a lil rhyme? at least they're warning the newbies. also anyone notice his name has silly a? what goofy murderousguy!)-

HATCHET FIELD

-(simple. yes.)-

NIGHT

🪽HAWK🪽

PRIDE

🪶

-(YEAHHH LETSGO NIGHTHAWKS!!! NORMAL HEALTHY TEAM SPIRIT. wait spirt. LIKE GHSOTS LIKE RICHIE AND RUTH-)-

NIGHTHAWKS!!

-(two exclamation points!!)-

Nighthawks

-(this one is blue!!)-

🦅CLAWS

OUT🦅

-(i couldn't find a talon emoji. interesting choice of words. ITS LIKE A GRABBING MOTION. LIKE MAX GRABBING RICHIE-)-

3 4

BETTER

LOCK

YOUR

DOOR

-(YES MOR RHYMING!!! this is a threat tho?? did max write these cause. this is worrisome.)-

🟧

Jägerman

our

KING

-(WHY IS THERE AN ORANGE THING?? yeah no clue anywho. we are really seeing the god complex come through. however, not only max wrote these? guys just commit treason)-

HIGH

HATCHETS

-(there's another word above i can't read :/ so this doesn't make much sense UNLESS. REFERENCE TO hatchet town song where they're talking about HATCHET HANDLES?? raising their weapons??)-

CREMATE THE

COMPETITION

-(yeah DIE CLIVESDALE YOU WIENERS. wait. CREMATE?? LIKE WHEN PEOPLE DIE LIKE R-)-

MONSTER

-(omg like the song!!)-

OUR

QUATER

BACK

KILLS

-(hahaha. what.)-

5 6

GRAB YOUR

CRUCIFIX

-(woahhh reference to bathroom scene 32:34 when max is wearing a cross necklace!)-

RIP

THEM

APART

-(IS THIS STILL HEALTHY?? MAN THEY REALLY HATE CLIVESDALE. HOPEFULLY THIS ISNT SIGNIFICANT TO THE PLOT. 1:35:08)-

🪽FLY🪽

-(ya know what else flies? GHOSTS. GUYS THIS IS A REFEREN-)-

N-I-G-H-T AH AKKS

-(love this song eheheh this part is always. the ahs are actually scREAMS GUYS THEYRE SCREAMIN-)-

clear eyes

sharp claws

can't lose

-(oh??? clear eyes?? LIKE WHEN YOU DIE AND NO PUPILS AND- sharp claws again, with talons out hrrrrnnn sounds important. like mayhaps how max is A MONSTER OUT TO GET EVERYONE?? and of course. they do lose.)-

7 8

NEVER

GRADUATE

-(YEAH SOME OF THEM ACTUALLY DONT. PLEASE DONT JOKE ABOUT THIS COME ON NOOOOOOOO)-

Like a

🐥

(NIGHT)

HAWK

-(aw look at them OH SHOOT OH GOSH THEY FOUND THE WEED AAAAAAAAA. actually tho. what like. night hawk? kill people?? max saw the timeline of perky's buds and decided thats what he wanted)-

INTO

THEIR

HEADS

-(uhhhh? what into their heads?? honeslty no clue what this could mean LIKE MAKING THEM BELIEVE THEYRE NOT GOOD?? (calling people nerds and prudes when they're not) if ya know what i mean)-

G R

E U

R L

M E

A S

-(orange!! also another point for max having his ego inflated like a hot air balloon)-

all hail

JÄGERMAN

-(dang. bro really is a king TEACHERS WHERE ARE YOU. STOP THIS.)

SLASH THE

COMPETiTiON

-(SLASH. i know this is just competitive language BUT THE WORD CHOICES. HUH.)

JAGERMAN's

on the hunt

-(what a monster. A LITTERAL MONSTER GUYS ITS- and blue!!)

SNAP

CRACK

WATCH

YOUR

BACK

-(YEAH AND WATCH YOUR DOORS AND HIDE. this man is too powerful?? snap AND crack? i know rhyming but. petes arm when max breaks it eheheh)-

9 10

HE'S THE JÄGERMAN

-(AMAZING RHYME guys you gotta get out of here he's insane)-

🐦 you're

-(RUTH RUN PLEASE NOOOOOOO)-

Hatchetfield

PRIDE

-(this is more than pride. this is a vicious cycle you must stop.)

🐦‍⬛

-(CAW CAW actually tho. what silly high birds.)-

come see

barbecue

monologues

A RIB ROARING

GOOD TIME

-(i dunno if roaring is the right word? tried to look at it many angles but couldn't come up with much look at that marketing tho!! go you theater team!)-

blue

gray

-(there's something under the bleachers but once again i am unable to decipher. prolly something about school colours or another silly birdie tho)-

ANY THOUGHTS??? SHARE THEM!??!??

#npmd #whdhdbdbdhdhdbdbdhdhdhhdhd #guys please read and tell me what your thoughts #I NEED TO BE NORMAL #JUST TALK TO ME #WOEOEOEOEOOE #analysis #i also dont think i got all the colours right?#kinda hard with the lighting but

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“Hey hey, no need for that I’d just like to talk.”

The warg after shifting back to his true form knelt on the ground, his eyes wide and uncomprehending as he gazed upon the gruesome sight before him at the wake of his defeat. The stench of death hung heavily in the air, mingling with the metallic tang of blood and the sickly sweet scent of decay. Piled high around him were the bodies of men and women alike, servants of the Empire, their twisted limbs and lifeless faces a testament to the carnage that had taken place. And there, standing amidst the carnage, was the woman who had caused it all. Her eyes were fixed on him, dark and inscrutable, as she spoke.

He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his thoughts racing as he struggled to make sense of what was happening. What could there possibly be to talk about? He had been defeated, utterly and completely, by her. Was he being spared out of mercy? Or was there something more sinister at play? As he looked upon the bodies that surrounded him, the man felt a surge of anger and revulsion. He cared not for their lives. They used him for their own purposes. Even so, what kind of monster was this woman, who could cause such destruction and yet still claim to want to talk?

'Hypocrite,' he thought bitterly, his mind reeling as he tried to make sense of it all. 'A monster who pretends to be a hero.' And yet, even as he thought these things, the man could not deny the strange allure that the woman held for him. There was something about her that drew him in, something that he could not quite put his finger on. Mayhaps it was the way her eyes seemed to dance with a wild and dangerous energy. Whatever it was, he was powerless to resist her, that he was caught in her web and could not escape. Was there any hope of understanding this woman, of finding some common ground between them? Or was he doomed to remain a pawn, a new victim of her twisted desires?

"Be done with it already. There's no conversation for you and I to have. You are as much as a murderer as these poor sods. What's another life to claim, eh?"

#inbox.#crystalsymphony #someone wants to die so badly

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xchamp101 · 2 years

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Dolls

I’m gonna start writing short blog posts from time to time. Mostly cause I just have thoughts I need to get down and write somewhere and I have no where better to do it. Don’t expect these to be well done or happen at set times. They just will happen from time to time.

So, I am currently watching Izzzyzzz’s second video on lost and cancelled dolls. I used to love dolls and collecting them. Dolls were probably my first collection as a child and I would have been awful if I had my own money to collect. Some of my fondest childhood memories come from playing with barbie and bratz dolls in my basement with my younger brother and cousins. We had my barbie dream house and would always have barbie work as a dinosaur vet because those were the closest things to plastic animals we have. It honestly lowkey is giving me barbie jurassic park vibes and I would kill to see a movie like that lol.

Watching the Izzzyzzz’s videos as well always give me mad nostalgia because they always talk about stuff I was into as a kid. Like watching the cancelled doll once specifically it is bringing back these memories of commercials I would see on cartoon network or disney channel at night huddled around the TV with my younger brother. Some of their other videos that made me die was the one on LPS because they talked about LPS popular and I was obsessed with that series as a kid. I honestly remember the first time I found it. It was a random school night and I just got off of playing minecraft after school. My mom brought home McDonald’s for dinner and I was searching for something to watch. At the time I was super into American Girl doll stop motion videos and this LPS video called popular was in my recommended. I gave it a watch and I was hooked! I binged so many episodes that night and immediately downloaded Popular by The Veronicas (which was used as the iconic theme) onto my purple iPod nano. I listened to that song everyday on my way to middle school lol. I love these memories so much because I didn’t have much to worry about back then so its nice to reminisce.

Looking at all the dolls that come out now especially with the reboots of bratz and monster high I kinda want to get into the doll collecting community. Though I have -2 space and money to be doing so right now. I especially want to get into collecting monster high dolls because I loved them as a kid, but I was kinda past the age for dolls when they came out so I never got any. I guess for right now I will be admiring from a far and watching videos from collectors. I also used to be super into doll modification and stuff like dollightful. Mayhaps I’ll watch a ton of those videos to get my fix today lol.

I’ll just have to wait till I move out and have more space to collect some dolls that I really like.

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sephirothsplaything · 4 months

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DNA| Sec.80 high power-chapter 11

A/N: The last parts of this chapter will be split up due to it being long as hell! Please keep in mind that it was originally one long chapter. But I will upload them all at the same time. Special thank you to @damn-stark my mutal whose writing definitely helped me continue my motivation. And also thank you to @livinginafantasysposts they have consistently reposted many of my chapters and other things they are such a real one. I doubt anyone would read my shit without them

anyways<3

The harrowing screams of the Princess Rhaenyra permeated throughout the Dragonstone halls. She had been laboring on hours end, to no avail. Rhaella’s eyes flinched harshly at the sound. The wails easily overpowered the council her father was attempting to hold.

She could not understand it—how a man could ignore his wife’s pleas. Each knight and lord sat in their discomfort, however, none spoke to oppose Daemon.

Rhaella glanced at her cousins, both fighting back an outpour of emotions. She thought of her own mother. Oh, how similar the screams were. It was a terror that she hoped to never endure.

The memory caused Rhaella’s voice to lift, with no mind for control.

“Perhaps we should wait for the Princess,” Rhaella said.

All eyes turned to her, some in shock, others in slight agreement. Daemon stared at his daughter for a moment, eyes piercing as if to say, ‘Do not dare’.

But she dared. This simply could not go on. Mayhaps her voice held no weight, but she would be heard. Rhaella’s hands slammed down onto the painted table, fire flickering at the action. She had interrupted her father once again.

No further words were uttered by her. Rhaella stomped to Rhaenyra’s chambers. Whimpers and curses could be heard.

She stood outside the door, unable to move. “Get out!” Rhaenyra screamed. “Monster!Get out!”

Her mother had said the same. Endless pleas to a child that could not understand the harm it was inflicting onto its mother.

Rhaella’s body slid itself onto the side wall. She could not go in. All Rhaella could hear was her mother begging for her suffering to end.

“Mother?” Lucerys called. The smell of blood had wafted to Rhaella’s nose. Princess Rhaenyra was forced to fight a women’s battle—among men. The thought was infuriating..

“Know that my claim passes to you, Jacaerys,” Rhaenyra speaks weakly. The line of succession had been made clear. Rhaella could only think how her sister would manage the position of queen.

Much better than her anyhow.

“Where is Daemon?” Jace asks with an unlike sternness.

“Gone to madness,off to plan his war,” Rhaenyra mumbled.

Jace’s eyes harden with fury. His jaw clenched tightly, and Rhaella wondered if she had ever seen him like this.

“Leave Daemon with me,” Jace said. He marched off with such conviction that Rhaella found herself following him, nearly tripping over herself to match his strides.

“He will not listen,” Rhaella said. Jace glanced at her. “He will.”

The two cousins venture to the table once more. Rhaella stood further away, doubt evident.

“Let us stop this meeting,” Jace demanded.

“Ah, the young prince,” Daemon spoke nonchalantly. It did not go unnoticed to Rhaella that she was being ignored—punished.

“You are needed to patrol the skies of Vermax.” It was a commanding tone, one that Rhaella was all too familiar with. But Jace refused to waiver.

“Did you hear what I said?” Jace spoke once more. Daemon scoffed but Rhaella could tell that he was somehow impressed by Jacaerys’s efforts.

More so than her.

“You’ve lost the ability to speak for yourself?” Daemon’s words were for Rhaella. If not for the constant screams mixed with flashes of her mother that filled her mind, perhaps she could have formulated a response.

“Leave her be,” Jace said, only growing more angry. The two men engaged in a brief stare-down before Daemon grabbed dark sister and walked off.

“Come, and I shall show you the meaning of loyalty.”

Jace gave Rhaella an assuring glance before walking out as well.

“Princess, please let us help you!” Rhaella could hear the maids beg.

But in truth, there was nothing they could do. She needed to remove herself from here, her stomach was beginning to turn.

Rhaella found solace inside her room. The silk sheets had been done up neatly—not like how she'd left them last.

She tried to focus on the details familiar to her. The imposing brass bookcase was on display in the corner.All the books and maps she could ever want resided there.

Something stuck out from one of the shelves. Reaching to grab it,Rhaella recognized it as a letter.

Aemond’s letter.

Her fist shook as she clutched it,as if it would run away from her if she eased her grip. Aemond had not indulged in what was written.

Rhaella’s fingers traced over her delicately written name. She could recall how horrid his penmanship was in their younger years,he certainly had worked hard at it.

The thought nearly made her smile,but it quickly faded. Smiling at a time such as this? Perhaps she was mad.

Rhaella did not wish to read it. Not until she could speak to Aemond again.

Hastily,Rhaella shoved the letter underneath her pillow,hoping that her conflictions would disappear with it.

“Rhaella?”

Baela and Rhaena stood in the doorway,faces sullen. Rhaella recognized the expression.It was one that was etched onto her sisters faces when their mother was dropped into the sea.

Pure sorrow.

“What of the babe?” Rhaella asked,although she was already sure of the answer.

Rhaena’s gaze fell,hands clutched at her side. It was especially hard for her,Rhaella was sure. She was the one that saw the blood of their mother pour from her dress.

“She did not survive,Rhaenyra is wrapping her body now.” Baela said.

“I see.” Rhaella said.

“The funeral is about to take place.” Rhaena choked out. She left the room and Baela followed after.Rhaella glanced at her pillow one last time. She would bury Aemond for the time being. He only served as a distraction from more pressing matters.

Fire was set to the babes frail body and Luke squeezed Rhaella harder. A painful silence rang out in the air.

Tears fell from Luke’s face as he mourned his sister. Rhaella was unable to find words of comfort for him.

Booted footsteps crunched onto the ground,catching the attention of Rhaella. Ser Erryk Cargyll approached the front,in his hand was a satchel.

Daemon placed a hand over dark sister cautiously as the guards drew their own swords.

“I mean you no harm,brothers.” Ser Erryk spoke. He took the liberty of taking a few steps more before bending a knee.Reaching into the bag,he pulled out the gold crown of the old king Viserys Targaryen.

“I swear to the queen.” Ser Erryk vowed. Rhaella thought the timing was..peculiar at best. Her father did not share the same opinion it seemed. Daemon took the crown and placed it atop Rhaenyra’s head.

Queen of the seven kingdoms and protector of the realm. Daemon bent the knee for Rhaenyra and soon everyone followed suit.

Rhaella remained standing for a moment. Her stepmother had been crowned. She could not deny the surge of pride that rushed into her veins.

A woman would sit the iron throne through fire and blood. A war in Rhaenyra’s name,the concept made Rhaella slightly envious.

Nevertheless, she too took a knee to the soil. Her grandmother remained standing, hardly a surprise to Rhaella–she was the queen who never was.

#house of the dragon #black oc #aemond targaryen #oc character #daemon targaryen #baela targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #black reader #rhaena of pentos #aemond x reader #asoif fanfic #fire and blood #fireandbloodfanfic #house targaryen #hotd s2 #hotd2 #daemon targeryan #hotd edit

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