#my precious stepdaughter

[svuguru]

toji rewards his stepdaughter for doing well on her math competition.

would do anything for that man to call me a smart girl, i'd fold.

also we need more stapdad toji🥹🥹🥹🥹

Tags: STEPCEST!!!!! ANTIS AND MINORS DO NOTTTT INTERACT PLEASE!!!!! I’m not responsible for the content you do or do not consume!!!!!!! Thanks x

It was the way you excitedly ran up to him with a wide grin plastered on your face, telling him all about how you did so good on your little math competition, that really got his pants tight. Not only that, but oh he’s so proud of his sweet girl for doing so well. What better way to reward her than get her dumb on his cock?

“Such a smart girl, yeah?” Toji grunts, “for so much knowledge in this pretty little head of yours, hm,” he’s thrusting his fat cock into your little cunt as he says this, his voice deep and low as he whispers this in your ear.

“Uh-huh!” You gasp, digging your nails into Toji’s broad, sweaty back to stay somewhat stable. “‘M such a smart girl, daddy,” your eyes roll to the back of your head, his head teasing that soft spot inside of you.

“‘M so proud,” Toji leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, a lazy smile tugging at his scarred lips. “Can’t believe my pretty girl is so smart!” The words he’s speaking has you squeezing him tight, your juices coating his dick. “Worked so hard, didn’t you?”

You mindlessly nod, so dumb on his cock even as he praises you for being so smart. “Mhm, really smart, promise…!” Your stepdad is just so generous… so caring of his little girl, maybe a bit more than he should be.

“I know, I know,” his breath is warm against your skin, his sweat dripping down his forehead. The room is humid and it reeks of sweat but you don’t even acknowledge it, way too stupid on your step daddy’s thick dick.

You can feel him so deep in you, you can feel your release building up and tying knots in your tummy.

“S’deep, daddy… so big!” You whine which only makes Toji laugh breathily.

“Yeah?” He pants, “you can take it, you’re a smart girl,” to Toji, you look so adorable under him, your cheeks flushed and your lashes wet, your lips sore and plump as your jaw goes slack.

“Feels weird, daddy,” you mumble, “think ‘m gonna cum…!” Toji knows you in and out (literally), so he doesn’t put a halt to his hips, only getting a bit more rough, but not too aggressive so as to not hurt his precious smart girl.

“Think so?” Toji plants a kiss to your cheek and exhales. “Cum on daddy’s cock, baby, my clever princess deserves it.” The way he keeps praising you plays a big role in the way you come undone, Toji’s thrusts not stopping or going softer, fucking you through it as stars paint your vision.

A hiccup falls from your lips, tears falling from your lash line though Toji’s big finger wipes them away, occasionally kissing them away too.

“There we go, good girl…” Toji’s eyes pat intense attention to your facial expressions, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your hair a mess and saliva coating your lips. “Did so well for me, sweetheart!” He says proudly. “You think you can do something for daddy? Can daddy finish inside, hmm? Yeah?” So tuckered out, you nod again, murmuring a sweet, “uh-huh,” “Aww, such a sweet girl…”

[ameliaenya707]

prevy!stepfather!keigo with innocent stepdaughter!darling? -🌼

Sighs. This is so gorgeous. Hope you enjoy 🌼 annon. 🩷🩷🩷

♡︎──── 19 ────♡︎

Keigo was truly living the life. Retired from heroics. A beautiful wife by his side. An amazing wife. Truly gorgeous. Smart, capable, funny, loving and sweet. And a total babe. But Hawks could care less about that dumb bitch. He had his eyes set on something much more precious. Far more sweet and gentle. His wife's pretty little daughter. You were 18 when he met here but you'd recently turned 19. A sweet little thing, you truly were a sight to behold. Little tanktops and short pajama shorts. Your nipples hard and showing through your tops because, why would you wear a bra in your own home?

He kept it lowkey other than passing comments on your outfits and such but you liked him a lot and he could tell. Calling him by his real name but occasionally refering to him as your father. So adorable. Lucky him your mother was off on a buisness trip for the week. A real career woman. He didn't mind. If anything it was exactly what he needed. Time alone with you.

"M' going out for boba with some friends!" You call out, walking past him as he sits on the couch.

"Leaving without a hug, darling?" He chuckles. His dick twitching when he watches your cheeks flush as you relize you forgot.

"Haha oops sorry," you hum, walking over to the couch and giving him a hug. You smell like vanilla and lavender. Compliments of your new perfume he bought you. Now was the day. He didn't want to wait any longer. His arms go around your waist before pulling you down on his lap. His pants grow tighter at your little yelp of surprise.

"U-um something wrong?" He chuckles at the nervous tone of your voice. His hand coming up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip and smudging your lipgloss. His eyes narrow and you slightly pull back, quickly flipping you onto your stomach, having you lay over his lap.

Your short skirt already left little to the imagination but he savours your whine when he flips in up, your ass on display ready for him to smack and grope.

"Dad!" You squirm in his hold but being a hero for so many years means he's not weak enough for a little girl like you to overpower him.

"That's right, who's your daddy?" He grins and smacks your ass hard, leaving a stinging pain. His eyes widen when you let out a little moan of "You're my daddy!"

He pulls your panties aside, the pads of his fingers spreading around your wetness, eliciting lewd moans from you.

He would have done this years ago if he knew you were as sick as he was.

You never ended up going out for boba that day...

[konigsblog]

Step-Dad König:

- Sitting on his shoulder to change a lightbulb in a short skirt. (On purpose)

- Wearing no panties.

- He spins you around so he can eat you out, teasing you as you try and change a lightbulb.

- Ends up with Step-Dad konig calling you naughty and he fucks you on the sofa.

(I hope that makes sense! ^-^ I just want him to pin me down and make me forget my own name 😅)

P.s Love your blog! Dad bod Konig is my fav ♡♡

stepcest... ☀️🩷

(and thank you ! <3 i'm so happy you enjoy my blog 🌷🥹)

your stepdad is a huge pervert for you! he just can't seem to help himself from lifting your pretty skirt up so he can eat your precious pussy out!

he's super overprotective of his stepdaughter; never allowing her out to parties, and atleast filling her with his potent, thick semen if he does. you're an adult, always going to your stepfather for advice and having him suck at your clit while teasing you.

who plows into your wet cunny while you whine and moan for his attention, moaning his name and gripping his broad shoulders whilst he fucks your sweet, tight hole nicely! keeping you quiet so you don't alert the neighbours with your loud mewls :(

[diejager]

That room cleaning ask with konig and Horangi was soooo good 😭 I can’t help but feel like if that was me I’d be super depressed if all my things were moved and taken away! How would konig deal with a grumpy avoidant reader? He can’t fuck her if she’s never around right? Like she’s spending barely any time in her room because it just upsets her and more time out with her friends and away from home! How would konig feel about his precious lil stepdaughter not being home for dinner most nights

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, STEPCEST, smut, misogyny, age difference, tantrum, creampie, spit roasting, double penetration, rough sex, tell me if I missed any.

He… doesn’t know where to go from there or how to fix it. You’re always out, gone from the house he was so used to see you, the place that was filled with calmness and comfort that he’d grown to love. Dinners were deathly silent, your seat cold and vacant, your room left almost untouched by your missing presence, and the house loosing its light from your days spent outside. It was awkward, looking at you mope and glare his way whenever he crossed your path.

Neither König nor Horangi could approach you, they could touch you or indulge in your body, drowning you in pleasure and eating you up like they used to. Every step was met with a slap of your wrist or a hiss, your shoulder scrapping his biceps when you pushed past him and Horangi. You were avoiding them, they learned, you putting your foot down in the weirdest way to keep them away from you. König couldn’t wrap his head around your acts. Why would you even avoid him? Going out of your way to physically hit him when you didn’t dare before.

He only understood when Horangi pulled him aside after you went to bed, explaining how he thought you were mad at all of them for forcing you to throw your collectibles and accessories out. You were lashing out at them for it, a long drawn and petty tantrum you were throwing because you were sad and angered. König let you off with it, ignoring your tantrum, assuming you’d grow out of it after a while, bored and tired of your new schedule you forced yourself into. It was - after all - less comfortable and easy than spending time with them at home, taking all the cock both he and Horangi could give and stuffing your stretched cunt and ass with all the cum you’d ever want! 

But when you hadn’t, nearing a whole month, Horangi took it upon himself to start the conversation, gripping your bicep and moving you to the living room after your mother left. It started off with you bickering with them, snapping and spitting venom to the towering men, neither of them hands expected you to lash out so violently, rarely seeing such vitriol from you. Fortunately, it was an issue easily fixed: by bending you over the armrest and fucking you into König’s big cock, the heavy and musky girth choking you up whenever Horangi snapped his hips. 

All your whining and squirming stopped with the right nudge of his cock, shutting you up for good until you decided to open your mouth. They took turns with you, rolling you back and froth from your back and stomach to look at your teary and dazed eyes when you were split in half, and to watch your cunt swallow up their cock and your swollen clit twitching. König was glad to see that you were back to your usual the next day, pouting and mumbling under your breath while you limped through the house. 

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[scaly-freaks]

Snippet of Rhaena/Aemond from my AO3 fic which I probably won't be able to fit into the work itself because...plot issues. Might write bits here, I don't know. We'll see.

tw // implication of dubcon

"WHERE IS SHE?"

For such a petite woman, his wife screams like a banshee. But to her little dragon - that raw, pink, ugly creature - she coos like a siren, all trills and undulations.

Rhaena's arm sweeps across the table, sending his books scattering. Half of them belonged to her grandfather, along with a few scrolls from Yi Ti scribed in a language Aemond has yet to decipher. He pores over them in the evenings, following along with Corlys's annotations - he never had much opinion on the man beyond helping to kill his wife. But Aemond must admit that he had a sharp mind for linguistics.

"Your dragon - " he pauses to finish reading a line of script, thumb pressed to the ink-stained paper. " - is safe. Don't fret."

Rhaena's voice dips low, trembling with rage. "Give her back. She needs me to feed her. She won't feed unless I prepare the bottle - "

"That's funny. She was feeding just fine when I left her with the dragonkeeper." Aemond flings the scroll on the table, and tosses one leg over the other, hands folded across his stomach.

He smiles at her - that cold, cruel, curl of a smile - and waits for it to sink in.

For months now, he has been patient, allowing his wife to come to terms with the reality of their marriage. Granted, he had forced his sister to give her stepdaughter over in marriage as the only elder left in that wretched household, but there was no mistreatment beyond that. Rhaena had her own chambers, her own separate life. All he asked was that eventually, she turn her mind to the reality of ruling a great house.

Heirs.

"Give her back," she repeats, and he almost feels sorry for her. It is clear she is struggling to draw air into her lungs, the absence of her dragon has her so distraught. "Please."

"Give me what I want and you can have your dragon."

"Sire a bastard and have your brother legitimise it. Isn't that what you fought the war for? So that you could both do as you wished? Now this realm is yours. Go! I give you permission. Find a whore and sire a whelp, but first return my dragon to me."

Aemond rises from his chair, slowly, so as not to alarm her.

Ever since the incident in the riverlands, Rhaena has treated him like a caged tiger, giving him a wide berth where and when she can. When he is reminded whose daughter she is, her fear strokes his nerves like silk on velvet, satisfies that deep, sadistic pit in his stomach he has nursed since the first time he watched Vhagar's flames swallow a man whole.

He won't hurt her - the girl is too precious for that sort of bad behaviour - but her fear keeps her in line, prevents her from choosing treason in her bid to escape. Besides, her mother's dragon now keeps watch, turning her childhood home into a prison, one which she has tried and failed to run from. The irony is steeped in poetry.

Rhaena takes a step back, and then another, glassy eyes searching his face for any indication he will accede.

"I want heirs off you." Half the battle is won through physical stature, and Aemond towers over his wife in her delicate rose-pink dress and gold-braided hair. She is a petal, easily plucked and viciously torn, unlike her sister who is all thorns and ice. "A boy, another boy, and then maybe a girl. Little fishes to populate Corlys Velaryon's grand, old Driftmark."

She is staring at him as if her mind has left her body and walked a hundred miles into the sea, deep under the white foam, to a place where he cannot reach her. Except a single trace of his finger down one of her braids brings her twitching back to him.

Only one question remains.

"So...do you want your dragon back, Rhaena?" Aemond asks, sugary sweet.

[ariasdistress]

pervert stepbrother!rafe cameron imagines.

warnings: heavy nsfw, stepcest, drugging, dub-con, coercion, jealousy.

pairing: rafe x fem!reader - all of my characters are over 18!

© to ariasdistress. no translations/reposts.

perv stepbro!rafe: always thought you were pretty and voiced it, he was such a good step brother! like the older sibling you never had. he made sure to tell you how beautiful you were while leaning on your underwear drawer, using his free hand behind him to steal a pair; hiding the act with a charming grin and a few nods as you spoke. you always wondered where they disappeared..?

perv stepbro!rafe: took your phone constantly, jealousy issues you assumed. you bought a backup just in case.

perv stepbro!rafe: wrapped your laced panties around his hardening dick, stumbling upon your photos on ‘my eyes only’. hundreds of lewd images of you. soap covered tits- bent over- legs spread- your small fingers fucking into you mercilessly. his eyes locked at the screen, large hand gripping the small phone until his fingers turned pale. your older stepbrother now achingly close to climax, laughing to himself knowing he’d probably split you in half with his length.

perv stepbro!rafe: gets jealous whenever he sees guys around you in the hallways. once, your friend matt hugged you before class only to get into a fight straight afterschool. the next day, coming to class with bruises and refusing to tell you what happened.

perv stepbro!rafe: comes back from the fight with topper, sneaks into your room to take his anger out on you by eating you out. he doesn’t let you cum until he says so and forces you to keep it down. “our parents shouldn’t hear their precious stepdaughter moaning like a slut right?” he mumbles, kissing your inner thigh. “from her reckless older stepbrother too? they’d never let you out the house” pushing his tongue deeper into you.

perv stepbro!rafe: rests his large hand on your thigh during family dinner. under the table, his fingers sneak up to your inner thigh, you stumble in your words. your parents asking you if you’re alright as you recover. rafe’s calloused fingers now teasing your clit over your thin panties to hear you stutter while continuing telling your family about your day.

perv stepbro!rafe: whenever you walk up the stairs in front of him, he smacks your ass. sometimes tripping you up, slipping a hand up your skirt and groping you roughly all the while calling you an airhead for falling.

perv stepbro!rafe: pressures you to try coke - “c’mon don’t you want to be cool like your favourite step brother?” while you’re high, he slips two of his lengthy fingers inside you, spreading your legs with his large palm. all the while you’re squirming, getting wetter due to the drug induced overstimulation. “i didn’t realise my little sis was this much of a stupid coked out whore, don’t think too much sweetheart let it happen.”

perv stepbro!rafe: at a party, he calls you the best step sister in the world in front of your friends. immediately afterwards, cornering you into the bathroom and fucking you relentlessly - making sure your pretty voice is loud enough for others to hear outside. the older male assuring to everyone that you’re off limits.

author’s notes: so happy to be posting on this new account! purely because @devilworeprada is my secondary blog n i get no notifs.. idk what happened :( but i hope you guys enjoy this - i’m currently working on a tyler galpin oneshot but i got writers block… currently high rn and watched a cute porn scene lol so i wrote this. thank you for reading! aria. ᥫ᭡

[lizzie-queenofmeigas]

I think Rhaenyra’s kids aren’t like her 100%, but more encompass her strengths.

Jace: At 14 he’s more diplomatically astute and politically smart than most of the adults, he’s an improved version of Rhaenyra.

Luke: the Realm’s Delight 2.0, he’s the precious one and his death destroyed his family. He inherited Rhaenyra’s ability to be beloved by all.

Baela: Visenya 2.0 who crops her and fights on dragon back, she’s who Rhaenyra wants to be and that’s why she encouraged her stepdaughter’s outlandish behaviour rather than trying to force her to conform.

Rhaena: feminine and sweet, constantly underestimated by everyone around her. She’s who Rhaenyra is more like, they both love the finer things in life and I can see Nyra have them wear matching mother/daughter dresses lol.

Joffrey: he’s her anger and passion, I know people say he was emulating Harwin when he had to be held back by his grandparents but that’s totally something young Rhaenyra would do too! He desperately wants to prove himself, wants to protect his family, just like his mother.

Aegon III: I don’t know what he was like pre Dance and that’s the most heartbreaking part, we know him only as the melancholic King who struggles to be happy, traumatised and depressed. I think this is what Rhaenyra would’ve been if she defeated Aegon II, she’ll never truly be happy again and Aegon III is proof of that. But she dies desperately trying to protect him, she spends her last waking breath trying to protect him. Aegon III represents the last glimmer of hope in Rhaenyra, if she can save him maybe not all is lost?

Viserys II: he’s nothing like her, I hate this guy so much.

Visenya: her baby girl, the daughter she waited 14 years for. Simply the fact Rhaenyra was desperate for a daughter when most families only want sons tells me how loved her little girl would’ve been if she had lived. Every cruelty and mistake House Targaryen have made against the daughters would’ve ended with Rhaenyra and Visenya.

I don't know about Baela. Rhaenyra admired Visenya, sure, but she wasn't willing to fight physically nor wanted to. Baela is all Daemon and some Rhaenys.

In Aegon's case, he's a little like a representation of Rhaenyra's grief. He was grieving his whole life (my poor baby)

I don't like Viserys, but he was a good enough politician.

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for replacing my stepdaughter’s head with that of a sheep?

I (40sF) am recently married to a king (40sM), we both have daughters from previous marriages who are as close as sisters can be. However his daughter C (21F) is far more beautiful than my own K. (18F) I asked the local henwife for advice to spoil C’s beauty, and she told me to send C to her first thing in the morning without any breakfast. The first two times I sent her she snuck some food in, so the third morning, K and I personally had to accompany her to the henwife. The henwife had a boiling pot that she instructed C to open, but when she did so, C’s head fell off and a sheep’s head attached itself to its shoulders. I haven’t seen her or my precious K for days now. When I wanted C and her beauty out of the way, I didn’t mean for it to be like this. It shouldn’t have been like this. I should never have trusted the henwife.

[aphroditelovesu]

Honey, I just found out that you haven't even been feeling great. Honestly you better, please take care. <3 I was bored and wrote this for you to have a little fun time.

Training session for princes any morning*

Bby Reader: Our mothers are fighting again over who they are going to commit me to, I don't like them fighting 🥺

Aegon: Poor my nephew, that's the downside he has to pay for being just as handsome as his uncle Aegon

Aemond and Baby Reader: …

Aegon: But seriously, what do you think would happen if you were a woman?

bby reader smiling: I would be a very pretty princess, right?

Aegon: …Silly

Aemond: Well, if you would be the most beautiful princess of all

Baby Reader: DO YOU SEE IT YET? HE THINKS THE SAME

Aegon: BUT I DIDN'T TALK ABOUT THAT. Although if I think you would be the most beautiful princess of all-, they would make you marry someone who is up to your standards, the only candidate would be me

bby Reader: Or Aemond

Aegon: WHAT!!

Aemond just smiling:

(Harwin and Criston don't know what the fuck they're listening to)

Thank you, anon!! I'm taking care of myself and taking my meds so I'm getting better, luckily it's been a few months since I last had an anxiety, panic and crying crisis 😊 my friend even told me that I am becoming a gym rat while the one who is already a gym rat says she is proud that i have abandoned my sedentary lifestyle lol 😉

I didn't expect to read something like this but I'm glad I did! I really imagine it like this, fem!bby reader would be a Helen of Sparta and one of the pivots of war (just like the original), but it would be fun to imagine this dynamic. Now I had ideas.

Alicent wants to marry male bby!reader to Helaena (before she marries Aegon), while Rhaenyra wants to marry Jace to Helaena and, if she can help it, her precious bby would be single but if not, then one of her stepdaughters. While they fight each other, bby!reader is living his best life with his uncles.

Aegon wants to make his favorite nephew enjoy life his way (drinks and whores) while Aemond disapproves of his brother's conduct and the two fight about it. And Criston is about to run a sword through Aegon if he keeps trying to corrupt his bby. Harwin is just having fun and trying to be closer to bby!reader, much to Cole's dismay.

Fem!bby reader delusions would be awesome, because I super I imagine this scene really going on! But it's more fun to read the male!bby reader wondering if he was a woman because he knows it would be a worer to the approach of his family. Especially between Aegon and Aemond, but I can see fights between Jace, Aegon and Aemond... Well, much more from what they already fight about the male!bby reader...

Finally, the wonderful and perfect dynamics of the House of the Dragon (feat: the Houses Hightower and Velaryon, but if you guys want it, maybe Stark and Lannister...?)

Thanks for sending me this, I really enjoyed reading!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

~ Lady L

[bohemian-nights]

Rhaenicent feels like a crackship the writes took seriously. It should’ve never even been implied to happen and them continuing on with this plot line gives me a headache. Because honestly why?? I can sorta see why Alicent was holding on but even then that should’ve stopped a long time ago. As for Rhaenyra why is she still in mourning over a page? She had Criston, Harwin, Laenor (not as a lover but still), and her precious Daemon. She had five sons and two stepdaughters. Why the fuck was she still feeling shit for a woman who tried to get her kid injured and in her mind endangers them by telling everyone they’re bastards. The math isn’t mathing and I saw someone say after B&C she’s apologizing to Alicent. She’s apologizing to her ex-stepmother who she had a implied relationship with over 20 years ago and not her sister who was made to choose which of her toddlers would be murdered??? In the books the kids are older but it’s just as bad if not worse especially since if I remember correctly they threatened if they she didn’t choose they’d kill them both and then rape her six year old. Like I swear the apology about to be like “sorry but remember when you said luke could choose which eye to keep and which one to loose, Helaena got to choose which kid to keep and which kid to loose. A pleasure I didn’t get 😞🥺” and Alicent bout to be like “you’re right I wish I could have Aemond stoned. Even though your husband and his old fling ordered the death of my grandson and you didn’t say shit to him about it I like really really love you and am miserable because like men and need you the woman who is also endangering my children in my life.” (This is mostly me joking but at this point it’s getting ridiculous)

Yeah, Rancid(cause that’s what this ship has become) needs to die. Yes, we get it Miss Maegor and Alicent are both victims of the patriarchy you think portraying them this way is somehow progressive, yadda, yadda, yadda.

It absolutely makes no sense to have two women who should want to kill each other for what they’ve done to the others children/grandchildren still pinning after the other. Like this ship is straight-up pathetic at this point, but unfortunately the leaks seem to indicate that this train wreck is still ongoing 🫠

[lorei-writes]

Grandma, hello! Hope you’re doing well. I’ll definitely try to drop by soon!

But before then, I’m in a bit of a tricky spot. So, a couple of weeks ago, when I first found myself in Azuchi castle, I found myself hopelessly lost looking for my room at night… so I sang some lullabies until I found my room again. Then, a few days later, I lost my glasses somewhere in one of the rooms, and sang to myself while searching for them. I suppose I sing louder than I expected, because every other night or so, I would do the same thing while looking for things I leave around the castle... But I overheard the maids talking about hearing a “singing ghost at night.”

Oops. I don’t really mind being thought of as a singing ghost, but do you think I should tell them? It’ll be embarrassing, but I don’t want others to be afraid…

✁ Grandma says:

Dear child,

Goodness me, it was you! Darling, would you mind doing me a favour? You see, sweetheart, Grandma has already made a bet that said singing indeed was a ghost, a ghost of none other but Aiko's (the teashop worker's) late great-great-great-grandma's maternal aunt's neighbour's wife's uncle's stepdaughter!

Now, it started as merely a joke, but the world is painfully small: some maids seem to have known her! Poor soul passed away earlier this spring... And apparently she sounded just like you when she worked.

I have already invited Mitsu-chan for a tea date. Do appear too, we must conjure a plan. I beseech you, have mercy on your poor Grandma and her pension. Life of the elderly is riddled with temptations, losing several months worth of it... Do not tell a word of the matter to anybody! That sly fox has surely realised what the situation is by now. Hopefully he will find your presence alone to be enough of a payment.

I promise to betray any secret you ask for. Just visit while Mitsuhide is in my quarters.

Lots of love,

Grandma

Do you need advice? Or, perhaps, you’d like to obtain some precious information on habits of your lover? Gossip a little - or, as the youngsters say ‘spill some tea’?

Look no more! Grandmas know best, after all ;)

[asharinhun]

DWC Day 5 - Damage

Serena looked at her reflection in the mirror and sighed. It has been more than five years since that dreadful night in Darkshore, but she'd carry the marks for the rest of her life. She wasn't really vain - certainly less so than most sin'dorei - and while she accepted her changed appearance for what it was, sometimes she wished things turned out differently.

The ex-ranger knew she was lucky to be alive at all, and had Sharyssa and the healers at Hyjal, but not all damage could be repaired. She'd taken to wear a silver half-mask to cover the ruined right side of her face in public, but that wasn't all she'd lost.

Her cane clicked on the wooden floor as she limped out of the bathroom, and the blood elf felt the urge to just toss it away in a brief flash of anger. Luckily, she had more than enough time to control these rare outbursts, and she needed the cane. The full-leg brace encasing her right leg from thigh to the middle of her foot alone wasn't enough to let her walk unaided.

Her joints - especially her knee - were far too damaged. The healers did their best and saved the leg, but she'd always need aid to walk, and running was out of the question. The chronic pain was the worst. It was little more than a dull throb on most days, but sometimes - quite rarely, thank Belore - it was so bad she needed crutches to move around, her crippled leg kept off the ground by locking the brace in position at her knee. On such days she would rather spend the day on the couch and just exist. Luckily, today the pain was manageable, but it was just another permanent reminder of what she lost and how close-minded one's own parents could be.

"Minn'da? Are you okay? A bad day?" A pair of voices piped up in unison, pulling Serena back to the present and she couldn't help the smile as she turned towards her children.

"I'm fine, my Little Stars. I was just thinking, that's all." She couldn't help a chuckle at the unconvinced expressions sitting on Myleena's and Aiteus's faces. "Really. You know I'd tell you, right? We made a pinky promise, after all."

The twins shared a quick look before finally nodding and rushed forward to hug their mother tightly from both sides. Of course they felt her mood was off.

Serena leaned down to hug them back, tears in the corner of her eye. It were moments such as this that truly mattered, and she knew that despite all that happened, she wouldn't change a thing.

No matter how damaged she felt at times, she had her precious children, a loving husband and two great stepdaughters. This was her real family and they all loved her unconditionally.

@daily-writing-challenge

[the-fiction-witch]

That'll Work P1

Media Pistol

Character/s Malcolm & Vivienne

Couple None really [There will be later ;) ]

Rating Flirty

Concept New job

I admit I was nervous but I suppose it would be bad if I wasn’t. I walked down the street, the road full of cars scampering up and down the streets. Trash bags piled almost as high as the shop windows that lined the street. I had my folder from class in my hand as I carefully stepped around people to avoid getting shoved and pushed to the side. I saw the bright pink exterior of the shop I was looking for but I stopped short before reaching it, honestly too nervous to even approach the door wondering if I should just turn around and go home. But I held my breath using the next-stop window to fix a stray hair back into my bun and wipe the lipstick from my teeth. Before I headed inside immediately being intimidated by the racks of explicit images on shirts, the latex and other such intense stuff. A bed in the middle of the shop, graffiti across the walls, and a jukebox in the corner. 

A thin woman at the counter in a well-laddered pair of tights, a tight tiny red plaid skirt with cut-outs and chains across it, and a long sleeve shirt with various cut-outs across it, almost platinum blonde hair spiked and sprayed so much so you could smell the hairspray from here. 

Immediately I felt so out of place, and I think she knew it. 

“Can I help you?” she glared 

“Ohh uhhh I'm here to see Malcolm" 

"About?"

"About a job"

"A job? This is my shop" she says 

"Ohh well I was-" I began

"Malcolm!" She yelled and a thin man emerged from behind a curtain in leather trousers and a sleeveless white shirt with one of the more… explicit images of two men dressed as cowboys naked from the waist down touching the tip of their cocks together, he had dark hair in tight curls and seemed tried at the meet mention of his own name 

"What?" He asks leaning against the doorframe 

"A young lady here to see you" she snapped "about a job"

"I'm not offering any jobs?"

"Be that as it may she's stood here" 

He then actually looked at me giving me a glance up and down a few times and not seeming overly happy or impressed "And you are?"

"Y/n" I answered "I was told to come today and see you" I explained

He stood blankly a moment before he rubbed his face with one hand and sighed "ohh you're Mark's kid aren't you?" He complained 

"He's my stepdad but yes" I nodded 

"Fuck" he sighed "I forgot about that" 

"Excuse us," she says grabbing him by the ear and taking them both into the corridor I nervously looked around the shop trying to pretend I didn't hear every word of their conversation "What is this about?"

"Christ Viv I forgot alright"

"Forgot what?"

"We've been short the last two months you know that, Mark wouldn't give me the goods"

"So what's that got to do with this chick?"

"I made a deal I'd give his stepdaughter a job and he'd clear the account"

"And you didn't consult me!"

"Kinda hard when you were here and I was there, you'd have kicked my arse if I hadn't come back with your precious product"

"Well we don't have a job for her"

"Don't you think I know that?" 

"Then get rid of her"

"I get rid of her we have three months of unpaid invoices on our account and Mark’ll have both our heads" 

"Fine you find something for her to do" 

They then returned and I just stood sheepishly

"So y/n, what can you do?" 

"I'm good in a retail setting, I have admin experience"

"Fascinating" Viv sighed fixing her nails 

"Well I'm studying fashion and music at college" 

"Alright" Malcolm smirked Coming to lean on the counter giving Viv a look that she didn't seem to respond to "Can you play?"

"Piano, and violin"

"AHH… can you sing?"

"Yes,"

"That'll work, I may just have a job for you" he smirked 

"Are you serious?" She glared and he shrugs "Do you have a better idea, Vivienne?"

"She's hardly what we're looking for"

"Visuals can be changed, we need a voice," he told her giving her cheek a kiss 

"Fine" she sighed "you comfortable playing shows?"

"Absolutely"

"Would you be willing… to give us full creative control?" He smirked at me 

"How so?"

"We pick what you wear, how you do your hair, that sort of thing."

"Well I… I guess so" 

"Lock the door Viv" he smirked and she went and did so leaving the three of us alone, They then circled me like vultures leaving no part of me unchecked 

"Take off your dress," she told me 

"Ohh I uhh-" I stuttered in shock

"To change"

"Oh," I gulped glancing at Malcolm

"It won't be the last time, go on," he told me 

I set my folder on the counter and nervously did as they asked "Size?"

"Ohh uhh 10"

"12" Viv snapped back going to the counter to flip through my folder 

Malcolm went to the racks and fetched me some items I tried on the first even if I nodded his help to zip up the back of the black and red latex dress but the moment I had it on

"No," Viv snapped 

"Here," Malcolm says undoing it again

'Thank you" I smiled slipping off and changing into the next item some black skintight jeans and a shirt covered in buckles like a straight jacket

"No" she snapped 

So I began to change again as Malcolm went to stand with her checking my folder

"These aren't bad"

"I've seen better," she says "A child of divorce I'm assuming"

"Yes" I nodded 

"You see your father?" Malcolm asked 

"No, he moved away I don't know where" I answered as I changed into a long printed shirt 

"Definitely not" she snapped so I began to change again "Marks a bit of a cunt isn't he?"

"Oh uhhh" I began

"I mean he's pretty anal not sure I'd -" Malcolm began before I noticed her physical then his head towards me "oohhh" 

And it was then I realised what they were looking at, 

"That wasn't all Mark," I told them "Some of that… was me"

"Why pet?" She asks her tone softening more than ever 

"Life sucks I suppose" I shrug

"That'll work" he smirked 

Viv then left the counter She went putting the clothes I tried back and returned with some more which she helped me into, a latex pleated skirt, some thigh-high ripped socks, and a white t-shirt with chaos across the front, she helped me into a leather harness type thing that had straps and buckles over my shoulders and around my chest with a corset style around my waist with a few chains hung from odd places, and she pulled the tie from my hair letting it fall freely before she went to the counter leaning there beside Malcolm who seemed to smirk at me "I like it" she says 

"It works" he nods "What makes you angry y/n?" He asks pacing around me

"Ohh uhhh… nothing really"

"Really, no cause you feel you can stand behind?"

"I don't think so no,"

"So you'll stand behind what we tell you to?" He smirked 

"I suppose so"

"Good" he smirked grabbing something from a display coming up behind me and putting in a rather tight black choker with a padlock at my neck which he happily clicked closed "Any political affiliation?"

"No no I don't even vote"

"Good girl" he smirked leaning back on the counter as they looked at me 

"Are you queer?" She asks 

"Uhhh… well, I'm bisexual," I told them and they both perked up

"That'll work" he smirked "What do you think?" He smirked taking my hand and turning me to the mirror 

"I uhh I do" I smiled 

"You think you can do what we're asking?" She smirked leaning her elbow on my shoulder

"I think so" I nodded 

[elementroar]

Ok so, I admit this is actually copium on some level, but I think this would actually be a cool twist that helps involve a character in the story of House of the Dragon who otherwise wouldn’t be according to Fire & Blood.

Episode 10 pointedly lingered on Rhaena when Daemon was talking about claiming Vermithor or any other dragon on Dragonstone. Obviously this is going to be her ‘arc’, she’s going to claim a dragon, and finally find her confidence.

But see, this doesn’t actually happen in Fire & Blood. Supposedly she gets shipped off to the Vale and only there does she finally hatch a new hatchling called Morning. She doesn’t even get to be involved in much of the conflicts, not to the extent of Baela AFAIK.

But what if she does claim a full-grown dragon, one that she can actually ride? That’s a big change so how would she fit? So here’s my little theory.

See Nettles is actually exactly the age that Baela and Rhaena are in the show. The latest art book pointedly depicts that Nettles is black, or tan at least. But the same art book is of course running on the description of the Velayrons as being identical to Targaryens, not the show’s depiction.

Unless we take that the show is indeed the truth, than Fire & Blood literally whitewashed the Velaryons in-universe, maybe because they really did get diluted over time with too much Targaryen and Andal blood. Corlys made a point that he himself doesn’t care for blood, he just wants names, which kind of sets up why 150-200 years later, it’s entirely possible the the Velaryons are identical to Targaryens, and everyone assumes that’s always been the case.

Anyway, back to the theory so. Rhaena so far actually has more definite character traits than her sister Baela. We know she feels inadequate and ignored by Daemon because she thinks it’s cos she lacks a dragon, and this does bother her a lot. Currently, she seems very close to Rhaenyra as well, being her cupbearer and being close to her side, and attentive to her needs. She wants approval from her parents, both her dad and stepmom.

If she claims a dragon, and say she wants to fly as a messenger or envoy just like Lucerys did, do you think Rhaenyra would allow that? Her precious stepdaughter, the one she has been raising for the past 6 years, and after Visenya, probably her favourite daughter now (since Baela spent more time on Driftmark). No, she would tell her to go to the Vale, maybe as an envoy at first but also to keep her away from the fighting. Rhaenyra would prolly forbid her from leaving the Vale.

But storywise, I don’t think they want to have the great adventures of Rhaena doing jackshit in the Vale waiting for an egg to hatch like F&B stated. No I think she has a claimed dragon, maybe unknown to everyone else.

So what if her dragon isn’t Vermithor (it’s more dramatic if that still goes to the Dragonseeds imo), what if it’s Sheepstealer?

You see where I’m going with this? Rhaena with a full grown dragon would not sit still imo. She wants to leave the Vale but ofc she can’t go back to Dragonstone. What if she went off to find her dad, Daemon? And to prevent any news coming back to Rhaenyra that she left the safety of the Vale if she’s spotted, she figured out a way to dye her hair black or she cuts it off, like Laenor did. Nettles becomes her pseudonym.

Daemon would be impressed by her doing this, and prolly be like yeah, father-daughter take on the world and fighting on dragonback. And this kind of lines up to the accounts that they behaved more like father and daughter. You could even tie-in to the whitewashing of history if we take the show to still be the truth. F&B then describes Nettles/Rhaena as she actually looks, because the sources with Daemon never knew they were looking at Rhaena Targaryen under a pseudonym. The other accounts say she was left in the Vale, and future historians all believe Velayrons are identical to Targaryens, therefore they never wig Nettles and Rhaena could be one and the same or that she could be Daemon’s actual daughter by Laena.

Case in point, Westeros has no portrait culture at all. It’s very unusual but does mean no painted portrait of even Kings were kept, so accounts of how people looked was only though writing.

What’s more, this could create an incredible twist to the battle over the god’s eye. We saw it as Daemon going on suicide run into a battle he couldn’t survive, because he was heartbroken and tired by the orders from Rhaenyra (which may have been written by Mysaria).

But who actually has the most reason to take out on Aemond? Aemond, who took her mother’s dragon while she was grieving. Aemond who killed her betrothed Lucerys and set off the entire war. It’s a fitting point of her arc to try to take on Vhagar.

What if, in the twist of the show, Daemon had told Rhaena to return to Dragonstone when he realized just how far Rhaenyra misunderstood the entire situation between them from afar. But Rhaena/Nettles instead attempted to fly on and engage Aemond and Vhagar, leading to Daemon having no choice but to quickly fly to intercept his daughter who had been so enraged that Aemond still flies free.

Like, the main thing that would break this idea is if Rhaenyra ever sees Nettles face to face basically, cos then it wouldn’t make sense ofc. But then again, it’s easy to simply state she never knew and only heard about her after she mysteriously appeared on a dragon wherever Daemon was. The whole point is she wouldn’t even know what’s happening for real, and Mysaria could easily play on her paranoia.

The main thing is the story of the show really plays up about the agency of women in the story. Rhaena’s does nothing in basically the entire civil war. She is described as literally looking pretty and being entertained while hosted at the Vale, while waiting for her dragon to hatch. That is a shit story for her, very unsatisfying.

On the flipside too, while Daemon is not meant to be good and the showrunners keep stating he is not a good man, there’s a whole other level of skeeviness if they have him shack up with a girl who is exactly the same age and look as his daughters. Like for real, there’s no way to salvage that at all. Especially when they make a point he wasn’t that in love with Laena after a while, when he was with her when she was younger than Rhaenyra in the show. You can even have this being the reason Daemon felt so offended and betrayed, that Rhaenyra (or Mysaria posing as her) would imply that level of depravity of him, that that’s how low Rhaenyra could see him.

So this is why I propose this big twist. Rhaena gets to stay a presence in the whole show, gets an actual arc, Daemon gets to finally showcase his dad-chops, maybe last chance to actually act more like a dad (as the accounts do record he did). Can even round off with Sheepstealer maybe dying while trying to get Rhaena away from Vhagar, and hence why when she does return to the Vale, she does hatch Morning.

Anyway, that’s just my theorycrafting for now. Ever since Laenor lived, and how personality changes have happened for all of them (show-Daemon and show-Rhaenyra don't actually act like their book counterparts as much, especially Rhaenyra is very different between screen and page), I realized anything goes in the narrative as long as the big moneyshots still happen. Even confirmed deaths can be changed, so I feel there’s all kinds of possibilities.

[pure-vanilla-lilies]

"My apologies. What I meant to say was that Matcha would be your stepdaughter, Red Velvet would be your stepson, and I will be the spouse in law. You say you don't care, but deep inside, you're probably seething. It's okay, we'll get along just fine, as long as you don't hurt my precious."

“Yeah yeah shut up bitch.”

[deluluspqr]

Main differences between the roman and greek pantheons

Contrary to popular belief, the roman gods are not, actually, just the greek gods with different names neither are they the greek gods but "more strict". The romans were not without religion before hellenization, they didn't simply "stole" the gods from the greeks and the greeks are, actually, also guilty of the same crime : syncretism, which is common in many cultures, even today.

The early italic deities were arround before the conquest of greece, before the founding of Rome, their origin can be traced from the Etruscan pantheon, which has it's origins in the PIE gods, the greek and roman gods *share common ancestors*.

So the pantheons were already similar to begin with, with the roman one being more entruscan, the greek one having underwent more changes.

*After the conquest of greece*, Rome does which she always did everywhere, syncretism. It is smarter and more into the roman interest and belief system to generally allow freedom of religion *and* to even assimilate foreign gods *or to even interpretate them as different versions of the roman pantheon*

Thus, as creatures whose existence and identity is dictates by mortal belief, the gos fuse and change once *the people believe they are the same*

But, Rome is not Greece, not at all. We are talking about a great empire, a single political unity, heavely founded on nationalism, not a bunch of middle sized city-states always at bickering at each other.

What is Greece, even? There is not *one* Greece, there is Athens and Sparta and Macedon and Thrace and Thebes. Each one a state with it's own interests and governments...But Rome is Rome.

So ofc greek gods interference in mortal affairs will cause confusion. If I, a city state, am faitfhul and declare war on my neighboor... Who will the gods favor? Whoever fits their interest, ofc, as I, a greek nation, see the gods as very flawed, selfish and powerful. They exist to explain and interpretate forces of nature and concepts, not to serve as guardians or propaganda, much less to serve as examples to the people...Which is the case in Rome. *The roman gods will always be in Rome's side thus they divine authority is respected, not only feared*. Although some gods can be said to be more roman than others...

So, how different are each of the Dii Consentes to their olympian counterparts?

Jupiter

The chief god is what an roman emperor *should* be. Regal, dignified, wise, authoritarian.. Although not without flaws. Our lord does not let himself be taken over by humanly passions as often, but now and then... He also tends to be a more skillfull politician, as romans generally would have everyone getting along over civil war, Jupiter will manipulate and compromise with the Dii Consentes to avoid in-fighting and to maintain his power... Thus we have a king who tries to be both loved and feared, as opposed to just doing what he wants and smiting whoever disagrees... Jupiter's kingly aspect is also much more emphasized than his sky god one, as he is the divine king of Rome and all political, lawful and religious affairs are under his blessing and scrutinity. He is the guardian of the state. The legion carries his eagle, their most precious possession, and wear his lightning bolts on their shields. The lord dones formal royal purple clothes with golden details, worthy of Augustus, his crown either a laurel wreath or a golden recreation.

Juno

Our empress manages to be both harsher and "nicer" than her counterpart... Harsher as she is elevated to a protectress of the legion and of the roman people rather than just the spiteful wife of the king. As Juno Regina, she shares guardianship over the roman state with her lord husband and stepdaughter, as they form the capitoline triad. As Juno Sospita, she is armed. Wearing the goat skin cloak that reprents the army, she will go to war if necessary, for Rome. As Juno Lucina, she tends to be nicer than vicious Hera, who didn't seem to care much for her role and as goddess of women. Juno watches over roman wives and their children. Ofc the lady is still jealous... But as she is a proper, steel willed, cold blooded, dignified queen, she would not abase herself over some mortal "whore"... Therefore her jealousy is generally not acted upon. Like Jupiter, her queenly aspect is emphasized over the acrhetype of "jealous wife". She wears royal purple dresses with her cloak and laurel/gold coronette. In war, she dones armor, helm and spear to defend her roman worshippers.

Minerva

The third member of the Capitoline Triad, The lady should be not underestimated over "lost of importance" allegations. As her, better than anyone, knows very well that is not swordsmen who rule the world. Unofficially, she is the princess of the Dii Consentes. Minerva is harsher, more cunning and morally neutral than the greek beloved Athena. It is she who turned Arachne and Medusa into monsters. It is she you should prefer not cross. The goddes of wisdom is as a brilliant of a tactian, but her skills are even better aplied to politics and statecraft. Utterly calculating. Machiavel's prince not some generic smart and valliant protagonist. Although she is their divine "princess", the lady is not as personally devoted to Rome as the rest of the capitoline triad... She is not evil, but only follows one interest: her own. She wears formal clothes that match a woman of her station. Her armor has been collecting dust for some time now.

Mercury

Religio romani, as interwined with the sate as it is, would never promote the cult of a god of thiefs or tricksters. Our lord gain his pestige in the eternal city for being the god of money, of merchants, if you want to be technical. Therefore he is first and foremost a businessman, the occupations of menssenger and psychopomp becoming secondary and the other less noble ones close to forgotten. So where the mischevious energy goes? To political and pecuaniary scheming, ofc. As Minerva, he only serves himself. He dresses as business man, with a tendency to ostentation.

Apollo

The greekest of the gods, a straight up import. The lord felt some much social trouble over not changing and not fitting in with his romanized family that some decades after his son, ironically Augustus himself, dies, he decides to undergo some transformation. Now he wears his son face as a young adult, acts more coldly and humorless, more calculating although usually just and capable of compassion. He is the sun and he is the healer and the artist, but more connected to the roman state through augury. Therefore, he could be seen as a "god of religion". Overall, we have a more responsible, centered and stricter Apollo, who may or may not be pretending to have any split at all... He is still not deeply connected to Rome, greek at heart.He used to dress either as an augur or as an artist, nowadays he tend to appear in the most glittering gold blazer complete with formal garments.

Diana

More a guardian of nature and young women than just a hunter, although she rather not have a bunch of girls following her everywhere. As lady of the moon she is magical and reigns over the pathways, a psychopomp in her free time. She is the wild side of the divine femine, the least interested in the power struggles, either mortal or divine. She is deeply connected to wildlife, girlhood and the night. Much less "relatable" or even human than her greek counterpart, as a divinity deeply related to magic and the moon, as although the godhead main residents are Diana and Artemis, when she is Diana, Hecate and Selene are also there... They form a triple goddess with one mind and one body. She dresses as a girl who is expecting to get a bit of dirt on her, but more feminine than "tomboy" Artemis.

Neptune

Old sea lord is still king of the ocean, of even more, considering Neptune was foremost a god of freshwater. His relevance to the roman state is as god of sailors, patron of the navy. He is... Much more wacky than before. Rome defers to a number of other, including many minor, deities over him, which left him as a confused, temperamental, old sailor, who is fun to be arround (depending on the context) but still no small fish, obviously. He still has a feud with his brother and king, although it has turned mostly into a constant brickering than a serious threat of war. He has mood swings, therefore he favour for Rome relies on how respected he feels. He dresses as a navy captain, always a century or so late with the fashion.

Ceres

Everyone has a conection to agriculture now, which means the lady does not own the niche anymore. Even then, the people see her favour as a sign that they will eat that day... Which is why she is the chief of the Aventine Triad, the people's triad, which she shares with the wine god Liber and his wife. The differences are subtle, but are there, she is more meek, chill, kind, down to earth, farming not just out of the live for plants, but because she wants to see romans eating well. She has become even more motherly than before, but maybe less feared and less prone to get involved in any political machinations. Her feud with Dis is not as much of a thing as Demeter's with Hades. She dresses as a local farmer does.

Vulcan

People don't seem to realize, the god got a power upgrade. More a lord of fire than of blacksmithing/engineering. Volcanos are his, named after him. He has become more menacing, more of a force of nature than just the patron of a profession. The others have more consideration (and caution) of him. He is more temperamental and political, though still kind... Mostly. His attitude to Rome is a bit similar to Neptune's , when he is angry, as the Vesuvio leaves place to especulation... He dresses formally when the Dii Consentes meet, but as a working man might dress otherwise.

Vesta

The romans have been accusated of being particulary more sexist than the greeks when it comes to the goddesses, as the lady of wisdom feels diminished from her role in Greece even tho she is officialy one of the chief gods, as is Juno, now a protectress and queen before wife and Vesta... Is not a forgotten, rarely talked about goddess. Her fire is not just the home hearth, but Rome's hearth. Her trone among the 12 main gods is not a matter of contestation. Her priestesses are the most respected and are connected to the city's foundation. She is still kind, homely and compassionate. Perhaps the only one who thinks of the pantheon as a family not a court. But she is more powerful, poised and mature. She would not ever appear as a young child. Her fire protects the country and it's people. She dresses as her priestesses, though with red robes instead of white.

Mars

The last pair of Dii Consentes are fair from the least important. Mars is the father or Rome. The one who is the most different from his greek counterpart, often cited as 2nd after Jupiter, although the Archaic Triad, which he shared with the king and his deified son and founder of Rome, Quirinus, has not been *the* triad for some time now. That is still the triad of the legion and of CJ though, and he is the most often whorshipped god among said soldiers, obviously... But that was not obvious to his hardly beloved counterpart, was it? The lord is rational, generally calm in times of peace, a protector, a defender, a father, a general, a soldier, a avenger, a centurion. Authoritarian rather than anarchycal, as it is called "martial law" not "arian law" for a reason. He is more of a knight than a mindless brawler. He values honor and the Pax Romana, but would spill a river of blood for the eternal city's sake if necessary... No god cares for Rome and it's people as much as he does. Deeply patriotical, he fighs for Rome not just for the sake of fighting. He does not relish in violence like Ares nor does he treats it like a chess match like the goddess. Violence and stategy are but tools, and he uses both well, but what matters in a war is the cause, which should always serve Rome (or, in modern times, during his wanderings, any nation which he deems worthy of his favour in a particular conflict or time). He is healthy masculinity, not the toxic one.He is much more powerful than his other half, much more paternal,noble and mature... And much more dangerous. He dresses as your local soldier (unless he chooses not to honor a particular army, maybe bc they are against Rome, maybe bc they are a Weirmartch level of dishonorable)

Venus

Mother of Rome, as per the Aeneid, bringer of victory and luck. Her power over fertility also extends to Ceres's fields. Would you associate this traits with a certain greek goddess? I would not. But Venus has them. Her and Mars are much more "princess and knight", tho with a lot of spice and subversion of expectations, than "jock and cheerleader" or " bad boy and valley girl". She is maternal, mostly level headed and kind, gentle. A sweeter love... Although still very sexual. She cares for Rome as she cares for her children, they come from her Aeneas, after all and they are her husband's (yeah, I said husband, it's a long story) favorite people. Empty headness and senseless vengeance are not common to her. Her persuasion is used with caution, and is very useful in the Dii Consentes political games, her vanity mostly under control. Her feminity, including a certain softness, is even more deeply embraced. She is the delicate side of the divine feminine... But do not make the mistake of confusing femininity and tenderness with weakness. She is capable of anything in order to defend those she loves... And she loves a lot! Her wardrobe is the most diverse, obviously she can pull up anything, but she sticks to high fashion and generally a feminine and sexy style.