#my warcrimes wife

[dry-yellow-marker]

"but mel manipulated jayce" okay? and she looked good doing it. i hope she does it again

[womenenthusiast2]

white lily cookie my beloved

[feminempreg]

he awakens something very primordial in me

[windrunner]

i know i already want the ame, cana, n rus nendos so fucking badly and those are like $90-100+ each but. hear me out. dont even look at my url just hear me out

[tales-from-the-deep-sea]

Me and my beautiful wife getting ready to take our son to his first Christmas party ❤💚

[evagreen-stories]

Mother of the Realm | (Daemon x f!noble!reader) (part 1/?)

Summary: Left behind after the blacks take King's Landing, Aemond’s Lady-Wife finds herself striking a certain arrangement with the rogue prince to guarantee her and her children's safety, though strange occurrences should change the conditions of this arrangement drastically.

Warnings: dark!themes, dubcon/coercion, warcrimes, dark!daemon, age gap, time typical gender roles, lactation kink, breeding kink, p in v, throat fuck, canon typical behaviour, slight degradation, mentions of noncon/forced pr0stitution, mentions of violence, mention of arranged marriage

Non-Canon Storyline: : two years into the civil war, reader (young Lady of house Celtigar) married to Aemond, the war drags on for longer than in canon

Disclaimer: This Fic is written on the basis that most of what mushroom says is true! The story came to me in a fever dream and I felt like typing it out lol. This storyline is mixed of book  / hearsay / imagination; I tried to write it all out in a way that makes sense and is easy to follow.

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It's the dance of the dragons, the war has been going on for two years and has escalated to new dimensions of destruction and violence, with the blacks now having invaded and taken over Kings Landing and the Red Keep where you, the lady wife of Aemond Targaryen, live as well.

Married a year before the dance of dragons began, you have given him two sons already; a young boy of 26 months old, Rhaegar, and a babe of 11 months, Baelor, and are with your third; four months along, the maester’s presume.

Most green supporters were now locked in cells while you and your children were imprisoned in your chambers; a privilege you received as you are the only daughter of Lord Bartimos Celtigar, a loyal supporter of the blacks.

Who knows, had your father not been swayed by the sweet words and reassurances of queen Alicent, hadn’t fallen trap into accepting the marriage proposal to Aemond in an effort of hers to sway your house’s loyalty in favour of her side, perhaps then you would now be standing on the other side of this door as a free woman. 

Instead, your own husband had kept you surveilled at all times ever since the war began, in fear you would run away and join the blacks, and had forbidden you from leaving the Red Keep ever since his return from Storm’s End where he had gone to secure a betrothal for his younger brother Daeron to one of the Baratheon girls; an endavour that would end with the death of Lucerys Velaryon and jump-start the most brutal civil war seen to date.

Followed by at least one kings guard as soon as you stepped out of your chambers, the presence of your husband and the freedom to roam the gardens and halls had made it easy to forget your new house rules on most days.

With the confinement you had found yourself in ever since the war began you had turned all your attention and efforts into becoming the best and most loving mother you could be. A desire perhaps fueled by the clear preference of your own mother towards your brothers.

You wanted to be better than that. You studied books and listened to old wives' tales ever since you had flowered, knowing it wouldn’t be long until you would be wed off to fulfil your duty as a proper lady-wife.

And fulfil your duty you would. Unlike most other nobles you had taken to not employing a wet nurse or nursemaids at all.

Being made prisoner in your own home freed up all your time to be able to do so. Your sons would sleep in your chambers and be on your lap all day long. Both had only ever drank your milk, knowing no other chest but their mother’s.

And yet, what had once been a cage with thin, golden bars and a nice view, had now turned into one of thick stone walls, the confinement of your chambers only being eased by the presence of your two young children.

The days were long alone, yet more peaceful for you than you had expected them to be. Even if your father had not come to see you once, you did speak to your trusted servants, listening to the tales they would tell you about just what was going on outside the very wooden door you would stare at daily. 

And by the sevens, was it horrifying.

Rhaenyra, now dubbed ‘the cruel’ and ‘Maegor with teats’, had ordered the forceful taking of the two queen's Alicent and Helaena to a pleasure house, their services to be sold to whoever could afford it; at least those are the rumours that have been spread around the castle grounds.

Any woman would think this fate horrifying but even more so you: as wife of the prince regent at the court of the usurper you certainly were an easy target for the mad queen’s wrath. Worry of being made to share the same fate consumed you more with each day; a fear that would eventually make you request an audience with Rhaenyra.

Instead of her, you now find yourself with her husband the rogue prince – or now, the king consort – Daemon standing in front of you.

“I requested to speak to Rhaenyra.”

“Yes. And now you’ve got me. Speak before I change my mind.”

You stay silent for a few moments, pondering how to ask the question. "Is it true what they claim? About Alicent and Helaena, the pleasure house?"

"Oh it is true," Daemon said, walking slowly towards you as he spoke, his eyes roaming you from your head to your feet. He stopped a few feet before you and looked into your eyes, the smell of sweat and ash surrounding the dragon rider. 

"Alicent is not a hostage nor a political ploy - she is a traitor, guilty of high treason, and will be treated as such. The usurper queen may say otherwise but we all know the truth."

“What about Helaena?” You say, almost pleading, Alicent and you had clashed often over the past two years, your differences in mothering and you not being devout to the faith being a frequent cause of argument; but Helaena – oh, sweet Helaena – is a different story.

Another victim of powerful scheming. You had to watch her suffer tremendously from the effects of blood & cheese, something that too shook you to the core. The son of your dear friend, slain so horrendously right in front of his mother and siblings. 

"She had no choice in any of it, she is innocent."

"Helaena," Daemon said, scoffing at the mention of her name. Of all the greens, Helaena was the only one that he didn't really hate. "She may be innocent, but she knows what kind of people her mother and brother are and she remains loyal to them. What does that say of her?"

"Helaena never had a choice, neither did I. We are not like your wife Daemon; we did not have the blessing of having a king as our father that would let us do however we pleased. We were all forced into this." You protest, frustration now evident in your voice. "You have already killed her son. Beheaded him infront of her own eyes. Is that not enough?"

“We did not kill him; we simply avenged our own.” Daemon's scowl deepened as you spoke, though he had to admit you were right, at least somewhat. "Fine. It seems you are the only one who wants to plead for her safety. I will speak to the rightful queen, perhaps she won't be entirely opposed to your request of freeing Helaena.."

Daemon paused for a moment, gaze lowering to your bump, before speaking again. "Tell me. Who is the father of the child you are carrying?"

You look down your small bump at his words, laying a hand on it reflexively. "My husband, Aemond, of course. Why?"

Daemon took note of your movements as your hand went to your belly, a flicker of hatred in his eyes when you said Aemond's name. "Just making an observation. How old are you now? 20? And already three kids at your heels…”

"I will turn 19 soon. Yes, I’m carrying my third child. What of it?" you tilt your head slightly, taken aback by his change of topic and his increasingly intrusive questions.

"Three children, at nineteen." Daemon seemed almost impressed. He looked at your belly again.

"I don't know of what concern my husband and I's private matters are." Your voice betrays you, sounding way more hostile as you intended it to.

Daemon looked at you in a way that made you uncomfortable. He was eyeing your body up and down, and his silence made you feel his gaze prickling your skin. "Does your husband like seeing you pregnant?"

You stare at him silently, mouth agape at the shock of such an intimate question. "Yes..." You admit reluctantly.

A smirk broke through Daemon's frown, as a low chuckle came from his lips, eyes still lingering on your stomach. "He keeps you as his broodmare. You're clearly a fine one as well; babes not even out of the cradle before you’re with child again. I don't blame him."

"He is my husband. It's his right to have children with his wife." You say defensively; repeating the words you have been taught all your life.

"It is indeed." Daemon said, taking a step closer to you, invading your personal space. He took a deep breath through his nose, taking in your scent. This close, he could see his own reflection in your eyes. "His right, and your duty. You must be a good wife to please him so thoroughly."

You stare at him silently again, before shrugging timidly. "He doesn't complain." You don't want to risk saying too much, so you continue with the question you had been planning to ask all this while.

"Rhaenyra... What is she planning to do with me? With my children? I heard she has rewards out for Maelor…"

"She has no intention of killing you or your children. Though you may still be stripped of your title as princess." Daemon paused a moment before continuing. "As for Maelor... There is a bounty on his head, yes. He is the only remaining son of the usurper. Since he is so young she will let him live; but only under her influence." 

He raises his hand to tug a strand of hair behind your ear. "She contemplated selling you to the pleasure house as well, you know? But since you're gravid and played no instrumental part in their schemes, I could persuade her not to do so."

You look at him wide-eyed, feeling a pit form in your stomach, as if your worst fears had been confirmed. "What- a-are you jesting?"

Daemon took note of your reaction. He was still close, he could see the outline of a dimple in your cheek and smell the sweet scent of your milk surrounding you; a smell still clinging to your body as you had just finished feeding your youngest before he entered the room. 

"Indeed. Rhaenyra is not like other women. Much less merciful and the men that surround her even less so." He said, still smirking. His hand had found its way to your waist now, his fingers running along your side. "But a good word from me and I could persuade her not to do so. You should thank me."

You stare at him, your hand moving to hold onto his arm, ready to push him away. You study his face, recognising an unsettling darkness in them. "You wouldn’t do this just because. What is it you want from me?"

"Hmm..." Daemon took another deep breath, your scent was really strong with this one. Different notes were in your scent as well. He wondered if those were remnant of your perfume you had applied in the morning or perhaps an oil youve applied to your hair.

He let out a sigh as he tried to keep it from affecting him. He lowered his head towards yours and spoke slowly, every word a whisper. "No, you're right. I wouldn't do it just because. But for you, I could make some exceptions. You've always had my attention, you know that? The pretty little thing that you are, wed to my maimed nephew."

"What are you saying?" You try to sound brave but the quiver in your voice betrays you.

Daemon chuckled as he noticed your nervousness. He could tell from your shaking body that you were afraid. He put a hand under your chin, moving your head to look into his eyes. He spoke slowly and quietly.

"Let me have you and I shall guarantee your and your children's safety."

You stare at him bewildered, stunned silent for several long moments. "Are you mad? I will not betray my husband!"

Daemon chuckled, amused by your naivety and innocence. "Oh my sweet lady... Do you have any idea what you're in now? You're in war, taken hostage by your enemy. Your husband will be happy so long you don't die. I cannot sire a babe on you anyway, so there is nothing to worry about." Daemon smirked, looking at your stomach, and your body, that sweet aroma that surrounded you, drawing him closer and closer.

"Give yourself to me and I shall guarantee yours and your children’s wellbeing.” He doubles down.

You stare at him, trembling slightly in fear and anger, your voice growing quieter the more you struggle to contain your emotions. "You can't be serious. If... If my husband won't have my head for this, then your wife will."

He raised an eyebrow as you spoke, a smirk gracing his face. He was still holding onto you, close enough to kiss you if he wanted to. His gaze was fixed on your lips as well, and your scent was just so... Irresistible to him. 

"Rhaenyra won't care. In our marriage we are free to seek pleasure wherever we like as long as our loyalties don’t falter. The things I can do to you, you will enjoy them alright..." His voice became low and quiet again as he spoke the last words, the hand that previously rested on your waist now slithering around your back and ascending lower and lower with each passing moment.

You stare at him in disbelief, fear and anger boiling inside you. Just when you want to protest yet again, the loud sounds of something collapsing startle you, your head snapping to look around Daemon's wide frame with urgency.

Your eyes settle onto Rhaegar. The wooden tower he was building had collapsed, an inconvenience the toddler quickly moves on from by starting to build it anew. Baelor sits not far from him, abandoning his own toy to crawl over and investigate his brothers doings.

The anger you had been feeling subsides immediately, replaced by worry and an urge to cry as you worry for whatever their fate will be as this war continues.

You don't want this.

You do not want to let him touch you, but it might be the only way to protect your children from harm, especially considering how cruel rhaenyra has proven herself to be. Your stare is focused on your oldest still, watching as his tiny hands wrap around each block and meticulously place one onto the other.

So innocent, so fragile.

"What about them?" Your voice as soft as a whisper.

Daemon didn't take his eyes away from yours. His gaze burning into you as he studies every expression you make. Your scent, your warmth, almost driving him crazy. "They will be taken care of. I told you I wouldn't let them come to harm." He said as he ran a hand through your hair, the curls of your hair wrapping around his fingers. "Don't worry, sweet girl, all will be well. If you agree to my terms, that is."

He can watch your jaw clenching and eyes gloss over before hearing the ever so soft word he has been waiting for leaving your lips. "Fine."

Servants had been sent by Daemon to take your children to bathe them and play with them. You did not miss the sympathetic look they gave you. Perhaps being able to tell what will happen to you purely based on his instructions to not return until he tells them to. 

You’re standing at a window looking out at the city taking note of the sun lowering on the horizon, dressed in nothing but a simple silk robe, when the door opens and Daemon walks in without knocking.

He steps inside, wearing the same clothes from before; sword and dagger still at his side. He comes closer and takes in your appearance, pleased at the sight. He approaches you with a calm step until your bodies are mere inches apart, bringing his hand up to caress your arm.

"You’re trembling," Daemon spoke, his voice smooth and dark. His eyes were examining you again, taking in your appearance. You had changed from the last time he saw you, you looked more womanly now.

A mother to two already, with a third growing inside, the outline of your small bump visible through the loose fabric. His movements were precise and confident. You could tell he was trying hard to contain himself.

For now.

Your gaze follows the movements of his hand as it runs up and down your arm. You can feel his large calloused hand and cold skin through the thin fabric of your robe. It’s a stark contrast to your soft and warm skin, unmarked and unblemished from living sheltered all your life.

In a small voice, barely more than a whisper, you ask, “Can we just get this over with?”

Daemon nods, taking note of your trembling once more before he turns and walks over to a nearby table, taking off his sword and dagger and placing them onto it. His head tilted as he looked at you from where he is standing.

"You were quick to give into me so easily. Were you that desperate? Does your husband not satisfy you?" He said with a smirk, beginning to undo his tunic.

You tighten your jaw, upset at his words that, to you, sound accusatory of promiscuity - a sin for a highborn lady. A married one especially.

“Desperate to keep my children safe, yes. My husband always kept me well satisfied.”

"Hmm..." Daemon huffed. His body language shifted a little. He seemed more agitated and tense, not liking that you brought up Aemond's name, much less so that you praised him. He walked back towards you now, closing the distance slowly and taking a good look at you.

His eyes kept darting to your stomach as you spoke of your husband. With every movement you make you entice him even more. “I don't know what he does to you to satisfy you, but I assure you I can do it better."

You roll your eyes at his words; he had always been cocky.

"He and I are very compatible in that regard. Now, can you just do what you need to do? I'd prefer to get this over with soon." It was the truth. Aemond’s and your intimate life was very well. Three children in three years of marriage served as proof of that.

Daemon's blood was running hot at this point.

"Compatibilities. I see..." Daemon said, his words filled with mockery. "Well, there's nothing I'd prefer more right now than to be inside of you, so I guess we're compatible as well." He approaches you quickly, now dressed in nothing but his breeches, eagerly tugging at the belt holding your robe closed, watching as it falls open and reveals your bare body underneath.

He took a sharp breath as he took in your figure, almost letting out a moan of desire at the sight of your body, his gaze roaming your body eagerly.

“Gods, you’re stunning.” His gaze settles on your breasts, swollen from all the milk inside them. “I heard you don’t employ a wet nurse. Why is that?”

You stare ahead blankly, trying not to make any sound or expression when you can feel his hand rest on the curve of your waist. “I don’t believe its good for the mother-child bond. That mothers should nurse their own children, or they will bond with the wet nurse instead.”

Daemon smirks at your response, thumb caressing over your delicate skin as he now looks at your face. “Is that so? Does your husband enjoy watching you breastfeed?” He asks with a low chuckle before pulling you in, his hardened length in his pants now pressing against your belly as He holds you close with both arms wrapped around your waist. “Or does he enjoy tasting your milk himself? Do not lie to me, woman. You won’t like the consequences if you do.”

Your hands rest on his chest, you’re fighting the urge to push him away with every fiber of your being, your head hanging low as you do not dare to look at him directly. You take note of his skin; scars and healed burns covering his muscular form. The body of a battle-hardened warrior.

Reluctantly you admit, “Both…”.

“Oh… you’re even more of a little whore than I thought, aren’t you?” he whispers into your ear. “What an eager to serve little thing you are. You’ll make a good little toy for me after all.” One arm wrapped still around your waist the other moves to your front, his large hand stroking over that small bump of yours.

“Almost makes me sad you’re with child already. I’d have loved to pound my own into you.”

Your head snaps up at him now, huffing in offense you exclaim, “Daemon!”

He simply smirks, amused by your objection. Leaning in close he whispers into your ear, his hot breath burning on your skin. “You may be carrying my nephew’s child now but there is always a next time. A few more months and I could still make you mine.”

He turns around with you in his arms, leading you backwards towards the bed until you feel the mattress on the back of your legs. A small push of his makes you sit down on it. Knowing your duty, you take it upon yourself to scoot fully onto the mattress.

He watches with a smile on his lips as you do so, happy with your compliance before reaching down and spreading your legs open for him to look after he noticed you keeping them shut.

He takes a good look at the treasure between them, groaning out when his manhood twitches at the sight of it. He stands up straight again, taking off the breeches that held him contained until now as his intense stare moves up your body once more.

You feel so vulnerable and exposed for him, completely bare and spread wide open for him to examine as the intensity of his gaze only intensifies. He does not look like a man now. With his pupils blown wide he resembles more a predator ready to pounce its prey than anything else.

His gaze fixed on your cunt, as if in a daze, he reaches out tentatively, his rough fingertips grazing along the sensitive flesh for painfully long moments.

Tracing along the form of your fleshy lips again and again, your breathing is but nervous gasping as one shiver after the other runs over your skin.

Suddenly the sensation fades as he climbs between your legs, one hand on your thigh to keep you spread open for him as he starts pushing himself into you without any more preparation, blissfully surprised to find your cunt wet and welcoming for him.

He can’t hold back a low groan as he pushes himself all the way into you, leaning forward and lying fully on top of you. His face is mere inches from yours as he slowly starts to move his hips, deeply penetrating you at a slow pace while he studies your every expression.

Grunting, your hands move to hold onto his sides as his knees dip into the mattress on either side of you. You clench your jaw tightly, trying to stop any sounds from escaping your lips while you struggle to accommodate him.

Aemond was more than enough to satisfy you, but Daemon was a whole lot more man than him – in all regards.

He knows this, too. Its easy for him to tell by the way your nails dig into his skin as you struggle to get used to him.

“How come you’re so eager, sweet thing? Do you enjoy a man taking charge of you?” A wicked grin on his face his movements become more powerful, your body rocking back and forth with the force of it.

You want to say no, to deny every second of it and not give him the satisfaction of watching you enjoy his touch, but when he starts to hit an all too familiar spot inside of you, you crumble immediately. Not being able to hold back your moans anymore you can barely manage to answer him with a weak “…yes”.

“No wonder my nephew wouldn’t stop breeding you. You’re the perfect little plaything.” He pushes his body into yours, pushing you into the mattress while he whispers into your ear. “Don’t worry, sweet girl. I will violate you properly and make sure you enjoy every second of it.”

With that, his thrusts quickly grow rougher, starting to pound you with such force the entire bed rocks with it, all while watching every expression on your face.

His breathing heavy and rasp he soon shifts his attention down to your breasts, that are bobbing up and down with each forceful clashing of his hips into your. He tried to control himself, he really did, but he just cant anymore.

A hand cupping your breast he leans in, taking the sensitive nub on it between his lips. Just a few soft movements of his tongue over it and he can already taste it. Feeling the warm and sweet liquid dripple onto his tongue makes him humm contently as he starts indulging himself in the sweetness of you. His hips grind into you deeply but at much more humane pace than before.

Your eyes shut in pleasure, your own hands moving by themselves as they embrace him, moving into his hair and caressing his back. This is what Aemond liked, your dear husband.

Oh, if you would ever see him again…

Daemon is surprised, you embracing him was the last thing he expected, even less so you pulling him in more, but he loved every second of it.

He would swear he is in heaven. The warm embrace of his cock while the sweetness of your milk covers his tongue driving him crazy. It could have been hours of him doing this or mere seconds, all he knows is he finds himself spilling his seed into you way sooner than he wanted to, his relentless thrusting an expression of his frustration as his loud moans fill the room, shameless and utterly unafraid of how much the guards outside your door will hear of this.

His slow and deep grinding into your cunt continues as he stays suckling on your breasts, his spend soon clinging to both of your hips and pulling long white strings whenever he pulls away only to push back in with even more force. His antics only cease when he is sure he has drank all of what you can give, both your breasts feeling comfortably light while a throbbing sensation in your cunt would stay with you until the next day, you're sure.

He collapses onto you, still deeply buried inside, squishing your breasts under his weight while his heavy breaths right in your ear send shivers down your spine. Your arms travel by themselves again, wrapping around him and holding him close. Just how Aemond has always demanded you hold him.

“You’re a very good fuck… really good.” Daemon growls right into your ear.

A few moments later, he rolls off of you onto his back, laying next to you and catching his breath while studying your side profile.

This quiet moment gives you the first chance to gain back your senses, a wave of guilt washing over you as the sensation of another mans spend spilling out of you and running down your skin onto the mattress makes you realise the severity of what had just happened. Eyes fluttering, trying to ignore the burning sensation in them, you say, “I think… I think you should leave now.”

Had you have looked at him, you would have noticed his smiling face turn to stone in an instant.

This was the worst thing you could have said.

To command the dragon to leave your bed. He could not leave that be.

“Stay quiet. You have no say in this.” His voice is stern now and he rolls onto his side, leaning over your body and staring daggers into your skull, his hand grabbing your chin harshly and making you look at him. “If I want to abuse your pretty little cunt all night I will do so. And you will take it.”

“Don’t... don’t you have somewhere to be?” Your voice is shaky, your fear heightened by the anger you can see burn in his eyes. A desperate attempt of yours to sound considerate for his valuable time is only pouring more oil into the fire.

“Don’t try to tell me what to do. I have all the time in the world to play with you.” His fingers twitch slightly, as if holding back the urge to choke you. “Stop acting like a baby. You know the way of our world. You know when a woman is better off just taking a cock and shutting up.”

“Damn it, I need a break.” He sighs, it sounds almost like a growl as he tries to control his anger. He lets go of you, shoving you away slightly, as he gets up of the bed and takes a few deep breaths. “You got me all riled up, whore.”

You sit up in the bed, hugging your legs as you look at him. His large frame, the burn scars all over his back, his temper flaring and the sheer power he holds over your fate make you fear for the consequences.

You didn’t mean to upset his highness.

“Don’t call me a whore…” It slips out quietly under your breath, yet he hears it anyway. You weren’t used to such language. Despite his acts, Aemond would never say a foul word to you. 

Oh, Aemond…

“Shut up, whore!” Daemons raised voice take you out of your thoughts. He barks, closing in on you rapidly and pulling your head back with a tight grip on your hair. “Would I send you to the pleasure house being called a whore would be the least of your problems! Show me some gratitude!”

Daemon‘s anger takes over, mixed with his still pressing need in his cock, he drags you off the bed and pushes you to your knees in front of it, the bedframe pressing into your back uncomfortably.

“Perhaps I was too nice to you.” He growls, hand still in your hair as he makes you look up at him, ignoring all your pleas and apologies.

“Let me show you your new place in life. Open wide.” He commands, his other hand having a firm grasp on his cock as he traces the form of your lips with it.

For the first time ever since his first visiy earlier today, genuine fear overcomes you. Not daring to oppose him, you open your mouth as commanded, gagging immediately as he shoves himself into your mouth.

Aemond enjoyed the mouth pleasures as well yet had been far gentler than he was. Your hands move to Daemons thighs on their own, trying to push him back just a little, but when his second hand too moves to your head and holds it in place, all hope for ease is lost.

Tears start burning in your eyes in an instant once the thick head of his cock hits the back of your mouth, even more so when you can feel it push in deeper, forcefully flattening your tongue underneath as he made his way into your throat.

The room fills with his sounds of pleasure, guttural moans and growls, your desperate gagging and struggle drowned out by the volume of his.

The bed behind you and his hands in your hair make any escape impossible and you thank the gods when after what feels like an eternity he finally pulls out of your throat, a string of saliva connecting him to you as you gasp desperately for air.

“Fuck, that’s it,” his voice is deep and raw with lust, “That’s a good girl, finally.”

The praise does little to make any of it easier as he thrust himself back into your mouth and down your throat before you even had a chance to wipe your now freely flowing tears.

Daemon soon loses himself in his depravities, the fleshy pouch on his stones slapping harshly against your chin with each thrust. Your face a mess of tears and spit you’re unable to do much more than dig your nails into his thighs and take all he wants to give.

By the time he shoves himself all the way down your throat, his hips flush with your face as he tightly holds your head in place and spills what else he had left in him into you, you’ve near lost all grasp on reality.

Your back and knees aching near as much as your jaw, you can finally breathe in relief once he separates himself from you once and for all, leaving you collapsing forward with heavy breaths as he stumbles backwards a few steps, groaning in satisfaction as he studies your pitiful state.

“This is where you belong from now on,” he says after a while, “On your knees for me, whenever I want. Do you understand this now, whore?”

On your hands and knees, still breathing heavily and coughing occasionally, you take a few moments to find your voice again. Avoiding his gaze, you mumble, “…yes.”

“That is no way to talk to your king,” he objects, “Speak properly, whore. You’re a princess, you know how to.”

Defeated, you make no more attempts to be willful. Looking up at him, you answer, “I understand now, my king.”

A wicked smile on his face he approaches you, petting your head a few times. “That’s a good princess. Now clean yourself up. You would not want your spawn to see you like this.”

Leisurely walking back to where his clothes lay discarded, he starts dressing himself as if this all had been nothing out of the ordinary.

Adding “I will be back for more once I feel like it.”, he grabs his swords and disappears out of the door just as swiftly as when he had arrived, shutting it with a loud thud.

You were still on the floor, your back now resting against the bed as you spread out your aching legs in front of you, hoping for relief in this much more comfortable position.

A thousand thoughts run through your head yet not a single one stays long enough to grasp.

With no idea just how much time has passed it is the sound of commotion in the halls outside tour door that draws you out of your blank stare. It was late in the day now and the sky barely lit. It was suppertime for most, and undoubtedly, the maids would soon return with your sons and serve your own meals.

You had hardly managed to throw your nightrobe back on, wipe away the remnants of him with the nearest piece of cloth and open the windows, hoping to ease the smell of sex in the air, before the knocks echo through the room.

Just as predicted, here were your sons, in the same carefree mood they always were. Happy to see their mother and now ready for a meal. Supper was served not long after.

While you had received only stew and bread before, the table was now set with the first mouth-watering meal ever since you’ve been made prisoner. While you sit there, little Baelor on your lap and Rhaegar on a high chair next to you, you watch them intently.

The way each of them indulges in their meals, digging into the food with their bare hands and making a mess that no doubt would require a second bath before bed, your heart aches and you struggle to hold back the tears.

They are so innocent, completely oblivious to the death and suffering surrounding them. Their helplessness stands out to you. Unable to even feed themselves without help, they very much depend on you.

As you go on about the evening, taking the time and enjoying the presence of your two loved ones, by the time you lull the little ones to sleep, you’ve made your decision.

You will do all it takes to keep them safe. All it takes to keep them from harm.

And if that means submitting to Daemon’s every vice without complaint, then so be it.

Authors note: This story is currently halted as I focus on my Aemond and OC works for a while but will eventually continue. Follow me for updates or comment to be put on the taglist for this fic in the future!

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[karlathewitch]

Vorinism: We have strong, estabilished rules and gender roles, and we do not deviate from them, as this is what makes Alekhar a great kingdom. We suffer no deviation, no heresy, especially not from our leaders.

The Kholins: Hold my Violet Wine. (Spoilers below)

Dalinar: Claims that the Almighty is dead, and he wasn't even a real god. Learns to read, writes a book, exposing all his beliefs and warcrimes.

Navani: Marries her brother-in-law only a few years after her husband's death.

Gavilar: Literaly tried to become god.

Adolin: Eats women's food.

Renarin: Also learns to write, and claims he can see the future.

Jasnah: Was a heretic before it was cool. Learned to fight before anyone else. Literaly abolishes all vorin gender roles.

Kaladin: Enlists women into his squad, asks no questions.

Shallan: The part where she revealed her safehand in front of two hot guys is nothing compared to her other actions.

Elokhar: He's cool, mostly, but his wife did got posessed by the stormlight version of a devil, sooo...

[talesfrommedinastation]

My redneck neighbor Doug's interpretations on various 'Bad Batch' characters

So, it turns out my neighbor Doug, who lives next to me, is a MASSIVE Star Wars nerd. Hooray! Found this out earlier during a snow storm. He was thrilled when he found out my kids and I watch this show together, and had some...brilliant...insights on how he interprets the show. I'll be dropping some of the wildest descriptions here from time to time.

This was months ago, but damn it, it was so wild how this chubby Cajun Boomer described the show. I'm going to drop some of his best gems that he's texted me since January:

Crosshair: "So that there's Daddy Warcrimes. All you need to know is he lives on beer and Slim Jims, has more guns then Jesus got faith, and that he does your mom on the weekends, and then you thank him for his service."

Hunter: "Aw man, we got Rambo up in this place. Daddy Rambo. He looks like he's got some hot wife with a huge butt who makes amazing biscuits, but he only showers on the weekends for reasons he won't tell you."

Wrecker: "I know, I KNOW, he's got some cool Star Wars name, but in my head, he's Julio. He looks like a Julio, ya know? Every Julio's been the nicest guy with a truck and a million friends. I swear. I bet he's a contractor and lays pipe like you wouldn't believe." ::winks::

Tech: "Hm, yeah, I know him. That's Ryan-from-Accounting, somebody's hipster dad. You know, everyone knows a Ryan who works in accounting, he's quiet, only drinks IPAs, and has a bitch wife named Laura who drives a Kia and is always yelling at him. Poor man. I hope Julio saves him from his bitch wife Laura."*

Echo: "Eh, Toaster Strudel. Homeboy looks like his daddy had an affair with a convection oven on shore leave and forgot to pay child support."

Omega: "Little Orphan Blondie. I hope she gets real parents or something besides those freaky alien things running the mall on the ocean."**

Admiral Rampart: "I hate this smarmy jack-ass already. He looks like my asshole nephew who got some fancy degree but can't keep a job in corporate because he's such a little ass, he talks down to the janitors and always leaves at 2 pm 'to beat traffic'. He's MBA-Rob."

*=I can't emphasize the vitriol Doug had in his voice when describing 'bitch wife named Laura'. I am so deeply concerned for Ryan-from-Accounting, wherever he is.

**= 'The mall on the ocean' describing Tipoca City sent me. That is how I refer to it now.

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Hiya! I've seen your AU!yuus and they're really cool and got me thinking of AUs.

One that's been on my mind is Law&Order!Yuu or Grey's Anatomy!Yuu, I don't know if you know these shows, but the shit they go through is just almost nerve-wracking. Especially the characters on the show such as Olivia Benson and Meredith Grey. They've been through so much and gone through so much shit yet they still continue their job to help people 🥲 So, I just imagine when they come to TWST, they're an adult and they're experienced with trauma, they know how to fight and use a gun, or they know how to use an operated table and treat fatal injuries no matter how bloody it is. Everyday is basically their job just like back in their world, helping people, having more near death experience, while sometimes getting a slap in the face. And for their friends and the overblot gang? There have been many betrayals throughout the gameplay. So for Yuu, I think they'd be a bit more on edge, having trouble to trust. And for getting home? They're tired of Crowley's empty promises, as everyday they're tempted to use tactics from their old job.

Also, another idea I had is if Law&Order!Yuu had a bomb dog back in their world, they would probably teach Grim to be a bomb cat. 💣

I barely watched law and order and do not care for Grey's anatomy (except the book that has been a godsend for my studies). But it did get me thinking of a House MD Yuu. Especially cause magical world = more magical bullshit

Yuu who is the nurse in the school but also doctor in training and Crowley is like, "Good enough. We don't need any more medical personnel" (Yuu is yet again overworked). But what Crowley doesn't know is the amount of medical malpractice and warcrimes being committed because everyone only hears praises

Vil drops off a student like "he's losing brain mass by the day. We have no idea what this is."

Mob student: Hoo boy. I can't wait to go play Overwatch after this

"I have a diagnosis Vil."

Even normal Sage islander people come in for Yuu because they're so good at finding out what's wrong with them. Many occasions of them breaking into houses to figure out more context for stuff. They come back to the doctors office like "were gonna test for STDs I caught your wife cheating"

"Yeah idk what's wrong with me. The doctors say I don't have anything. They tested me and said the tests came back negative." "Actually they're all positive, they just think you don't have it cause you're a woman and theyre less likely to be diagnosed. I'm writing you a prescription and putting this on the record so you can sue your doctor."

Doesn't know a lick of magic or have any context for potionology yet picks it up so fast and had the highest grade in the school for it (Riddle is seething.) Knows an insane amount of magical remedies/diseases despite being from another world just because they skimmed a kids picture book of sicknesses.

Even reads them in other classes.

Crewel lecturing them on standard medical procedure

"OK but did they die?'

"No–"

"So what's the problem?"

"Yuu it is illegal!"

"If I complied to HIPPA, they would've died"

Knows when patients are bullshitting. That one scene where House picks up a cup of piss and drinks it and is like "real nice of you to pour apple juice into this to fake a diagnosis. Now, give us your real sample."

"I tasted the patients blood from the sample. His hemocrit is off. Doesn't have the same flavor, right Lilia" "Hmm yes I agree. So glad to see a youngster practicing old school medicine. They don't let anyone taste the samples anymore..."

"So the patient has had magic acid poured on him and there's no cure? What if... more acid?" It works

"They have been cursed to only wake up by true loves kiss" "mmm no watch this." And Yuu takes out Grim, smears a bit of tuna on the patients lips and lets Grim lick it. Patient wakes up cause it was "true loves kiss" technically.

"Oh no. I must be cursed with ugliness" "ma'am you're cursed with a lack of self-confidence. You are one of the most beautiful people I've seen. Comparison is what is making you think like this. Here. This is the potion of reality I made. Drink it and see what you really look like"

"I have a bad case of stripes..." "Eat Lima Beans."

"Dr. Yu I can't get bottom surgery cause of most potions and surgeries are too dangerous for me." "Here try this I made– disregard that it says Penis Explosion Potion. I just thought it was funny. Works like a charm"

A woman comes in. "I feel like I get so anxious around other girls and—" "I diagnosis you with homosexual but stable"

Kalim gets poisoned one day and is rushed to Yuu and Yuus like "don't worry Jamil, I got this!" It's the strongest, most rare poisons with a 101% perfect death rate with a 1% margin of error. "I know just what to do Jamil stay in the waiting room" "no I have to stay here." "Fine just stay out the way."

Jamil is freaking out at all the odd thing Yuu is hooking Kalim up to and injecting him with before straight up doing a surgery. Everytime Jamil protests it's "do you want him to die?! Quiet!!" The poor man is almost ripping his face off as he watches Yuu mix and pour 18 potions into Kalims stomach and swirls them around which is definitely not legal. Yet Kalims heart rate is stable and he recovers better than ever! Wow not only is he immune to that now but his white blood cells have grown stronger! There's not even a scar!

"I didn't know you were a surgeon Yuu."

"I'm not."

[thatonefatgumsimp]

alr ykw

liveblogging my reaction to tadc episode 3, let's

Goooooooooo!!

So ready to get autistic over my blorbos /sillyyyy

under the cut for ease of scrolling past :p

"and Zooble turns straight" I CAN'T, I'M- 💀 NAHHHH BRO HAD TO HAVE KNOWN WTH HE WAS DOING WITH THAT ONE

"What do you, the viewers, think it is?" You scrunch into a tiny bunny ball and get short. Final answer.

THE WAY CAINE'S FREAKING EYES NO CLIP THROUGH HIS TEETH, I'M- 😭 CAINE WHY /lhsilly

AWEHHHH GHOSTLY 🥺

✨z o o b l e g o e s t o t h e r a p y✨ /sillyyyyyy

That's a cool bee, you're doing great sweetie (probably still listen to Zoob tho)

Pomni really said let me innnn LET ME INNNNNN!! /sillyyyyy

"I love that it's locked ):<" me-core

"Do not let the head out of your sight" OH SHI-

THE 2D ANIMATED EYES!!!!! /POS I'M GOIMG TO EXPLODE

AUGH THE EYES!! THE CREEPY EYES BEHIND THEM! POMNI! POMNI TURN AROUND!!! POMNI IT'S RIGHT BEHIND YPU POBNI!!!!!

"Any torment I inflict is 100% accidental!! Just like any good war criminal." LMAOOOOOOO, CAINE- I'M- YOU'RE KILLIBG ME HERE, BUDDY- literally iconic line frrr, he acknowledges his warcrimes. We love a self-aware king /sillyyy

"I'm trying my best to remember what you and my brain won't tell me!!" He's so real for that tho...ADHD gang rISE UP! /sillyyyyyy

"What…what you're saying is that…I could be bad at the only thing I'm good at…and…that'd be…" It's OK to have a mental breakdown, bud, let it all out. There there...

Caine existential crisis arc while Kinger and Pomni are going through the horrors™ smh…/sillyyy

"How's about we take his gun?" KINGER GUN ARC POG?????

"Looks like we've got two shots…let's make it count" What if Kinger with a gun kinda scares me a bit /lhsilly ...like, he sounds so calm and composed, it's...unnatural for him...kinda unsettling...fits with the spooky vibes of the ep tho

"Which is what I would be saying if it wasn't one of God's angels" WHAT. WHAT. WHAT???!! BI- WHAT?!????? THE FREAKING PLOT TWIST- I'M- My brain is melting

"And your bodies will be my only means of doing so" HOLD UP. WAIT A MINUTE! SOMETHIN AIN'T RIGHT-

"I HATE THIS STUPID ADVENTURE!!" real…✊😔 Honestly a fair reaction given the current situation...although mine woulda been worse I think-

Awehhhhh 🥺 girl's tea party ✨, so real for that actually

"You know how men are…always having the silliest priorities" "don't I know it" *turns to Jax tied up* I WOULD say 'free my boy, he's done nothing wrong', but we all know that's a lie, he's a war criminal just like his dad Caine /SILLYYYYYYYY

"I wonder how long that'll be" probably a while, Gangle…

"How could I not be in literal hell right now???!?" First digital hell, now this smh…/sillyyyyyy

FRICK! NOOOOO MY GIRL'S BEING POSSESSED!! NOOOOOOOOOO- POMNI-! 😭

"YOU GET OUT OF HER, YOU DAMN EVIL SOULS!" 🗣️🔥🔥 YOOOO HE SAID DAMN, THAT'S ALLOWED HERE??? LET MY BOY COOK!! 🔥🔥🔥

"HOW'S YOUR WIFE, KINGER?" THAT'S EEEEEEVIL D: WTH, BRO HE'S ALREADY DEALING WITH THAT BUZZ OFF-

O.O wait...the breath holding from the beginning of the ep…QUICK, POMNI, BECOME RGB KEYBOARD!! KINGER, BECOME FLASHLIGHT!

"Why have you been acting so different lately?" NO, CUZ THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN SAYINGGGGGG /lh

NOOOOOO- CHECKMATES (idk their ship name, shhhhhhh edit: it previously said chessboard, changed BC of the socks iykyk) ANGST NOOOOOOO- GOOSE. GOOSE HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME- I'M- 😭

"She was funny, creative, really into entomology" STOPPPPP I'M CRYING, THE WAY HE TALKS SO LOVINGLY ABOUT HER, I'M- HOLD ON, I NEED A MOMENT…WAITWAOTWAITWAITWAIT- I'M-

…CHAT I NEED TO WRITE AND OR DRAW AND OR READ SOME CHECKMATES FLUFF, THIS IS KILLING ME /lhsilly

"I used to hate bugs, but…she somehow got me to like them" AWEHHHHHHH-! 🥺 GOOSE. GOOSE WHAT THE HECK, YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CRY- /pos Chat, I'm melting into a puddle, help-

"But it's not. Not if you have people who care about you." I'M- GOOSE STOP 😭 SOBBING- I WAS PROMISED PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR, NOT THERAPY /sillyyyyyyyy

"In this world, the worst thing you can do is make people feel like they're not wanted or loved" OMG REAL!! 🗣️🔥🔥 ...and on that note, ily, moots and followers 🫶💖

"Maybe we can get through if we don't breathe!" CHAT. CHAT THEY FIGURED IT OUT!! KINGER, MY BOY!!!! YOU'RE SO SMART!!!!!!

AUGH KINGER GIVES SUCH DAD VIBES /POS I NEED A DAD-FRIEND LIKE THAT IN MY LIFE FRR-

OMG WAIT- KINGER HOLDING HIS BREATH IS THAT ONE MEME

THIS ONE-! QUICK, SOMEONE GO EDIT THAT!! /SILLYYYYY /NF

"Hey, Ragatha…I just wanna say…thanks for always being concerned about me" EXPLODING RN, CHAT- CERTIFIED BUTTONBLOSSOM MOMENT????? /SILLYYYY

"Did you remember to get my comedy mask?" "…F**K-!" KINGER SWORE??????? OMG???? REAL, LET HIM COOK- LET HIM COOOOOOOK!!

CAINE IN THERAPY LMAOOOOOOO REAL

"quick, pretend we weren't having a therapy session!" LMAOOOO?? CAINE IS SO SILLAYY-

"Wwwwwelcome back, my meowing milkmaids!!" "…don't ever call us that again." Lmaooooo Jax-

...

Screaming

Crying

Clawing at my cage

That was so good- I'm-

Hold on, chat, I'm going feral rn /sillyy

[howlsmovinglibrary]

Simp-to-lovers book recommendations please! By the way, you have excellent taste in books!!!

lmao, thank you, I've been a reader a long time. :')

now we're more in my ballpark, so i've separated them by genre!

Fantasy

Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones (the OG, how could I not?)

King of Scars by Leigh Bardugo (Nikolai Lantsov you will always be famous, and what a woman you chose to be obsessed with)

The Familiar by Leigh Bardugo (this is her newest book, and the love interest is basically the Darkling if he was more into simping and less into warcrimes. Is this reductive? yes. It is also truth.)

Emily Wilde's Encyclopedia of Faeries by Heather Fawcett (truly. just the book of all time.)

The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches by Sangu Mandanna (what if not only a man but an entire household simped for you?)

Ten Thousand Stitches by Olivia Atwater (Cinderella but the fairy godmother is an emotional support himbo)

!!!!The Witchwood Knot by Olivia Atwater (my favourite book of the year so far AND THAT ASTARION-CODED MAN IS DOWN BAD!!)

The Scholomance by Naomi Novik (not my favourite Novik and rightfully criticised as problematic, but oh dear lord. SIMP BEHAVIOUR.)

House with Good Bones by T Kingfisher (I think Kingfisher's men are mostly just 'very nice men' but this one simped hard enough to participate in a horror novel)

Thornhedge by T Kingfisher (tell a lie this man simped hard enough to fall into a situationship with a frog-presenting woman)

Cress by Marissa Meyer (this is the 3rd in a series, but is a rare example of a female simp)

Adventures of Amina Al-Sirafi by Shannon Chakraborty (the man in this simps so hard for the milf pirate protagonist and so do I)

The Falconer by Elizabeth May (this is enemies to lovers that is actually simp to lovers).

Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clarke (is this vastly underselling the themes and concerns of a 1000 page novel? yes. is jonathan strange a massive simp? also yes. he becomes a magician literally to impress his wife.)

Romance

The Bodyguard by Katherine Center (this man simps from the moment she tackles him, he is so valid)

The Room-Mate Risk by Talia Hibbert (this man has been in love with the female lead for years)

Take A Hint, Dani Brown by Talia Hibbert (not my favourite in this series, but the biggest simp)

Kiss the Girl by Zoraida Cordova (contemporary little mermaid retelling that has vaguely believable love at first sight)

People We Meet On Vacation by Emily Henry (simp-to-lovers, friends-to-lovers, unhealthy decade of pining)

[utdrmv-confession-box]

Transcript: I apologise for the essay but something about Undertale Yellow that some other people in the community noticed and pointed out and that I wholeheartedly agree with and really want to type about, is that Ceroba's and Chujin's marriage was never going to last even if he somehow survived the soul experiments.

They thought their love alone would be able to keep the relationship afloat, but neglected most aspects of their relationship. Chujin got fired, then proceeded to refuse to admit it to anyone, let his daughter in on more information on his projects than his own wife (Kanako must have had a pretty good look at Axis to be able to draw him that accurately, and on top of that she also only saw the tip of the iceberg), and of course the secret warcrime basement where he tried to basically invent the monster equivalent of Capitan America's super solder serum and potentially find a way to overthrow the king, considering he willingly stole the soul and successfully hid it from everone he knew (the 'overthrow the king' part is a bit of headcannon but he did have very strong negative opinions on the king, so it could have happened if his plans worked), on top of him refusing to make any money off his carpentry while failing to realise his wife was working herself to insanity trying to make money for all three of them are the reasons we know off that make it likely that they wouldn't last, and yet there is more.

Turns out Chujin isn't the only dysfunctional monster in this relationship as Ceroba has her own issues to contribute, chief among those being her glorification of Chujin. Something about Chujin and the day they met blindsided Ceroba in to being unable to see anything beyond the mirage of the man she met that day, even when it cracked and withered away, to a severe detriment to herself.

Ironically there is a good chance if Chujin actually revealed all the things he was hiding to Ceroba, she would likely have been pretty on board with some of the things he was doing and actively tired to help him achieve his goals in potentially healthier manner, but that was never going to happen because like Walter White, Chujin was too proud to admit or even notice his own faults.

So why would they get divorced? Simple, if Ceroba knew about Chujin's secrets: money issues, the health risks of Chujin's experiments, and concerns over the safety of Kanako and herself if the king found out about any of this, and if Ceroba didn't know: again money issues and also rising tensions due to the lies, half-truths and ommissioning on the behalf of Chujin, though they would last longer in my opinion if she knew.

Likely all it would take is Ceroba coming back from an especially bad day at work and accidentally discovering Chujin in the basement doing life threatening experiments on himself for all the other issues to finally become apparent to Ceroba and for their entire marriage to suddenly implode on them in the span of potentially less than a day.

Anyways thank you for coming to my TED talk and I hope to see someone else or for me to go out of my own way to write a fanfic of this from at least Kanako's perspective because I think it would be delightfully angsty to see her entire already somewhat neglected home life shatter into a million pieces at speeds she couldn't possibly hope to comprehend.

[bomberqueen17]

trying something

OK so. I was working on a draft of the solarpunk tallships disaster bisexuals novel, and figured I'd just do whatever as long as I had some momentum, and the momentum ran out and now I've let it sit and looked at it and it's sort of coherent but. Now we're to the point where I know of old that I for sure could use some help on this thing. I can do a lot writing alone in the dark but I would like some company.

A bunch of lovely people had commented that they'd love to help, but it's lost in Tumblr notifications, and trying to go back and find that post and track down people is prohibitive. So, lol please clap, I realized I could make a Google form and get people to tell me who they are so I can keep track of who is reading, and what their email address is in the same place, and then i can give access to those people via email address which is more secure than the "anyone with the link" thing. And then I can kind of keep track of what's up! So I'm going to talk about that a bit more under the cut and then put in the link to the form for anybody who'd said they were interested in either beta-reading or cheer-reading or just in general being there so I can talk this out with other humans rather than trying to get my disinterested cat to have an opinion.

Ah writing this post made me think of one more good thing to include in a beta contact info form: warnings. I am a big fan of putting warnings/ratings on published fic but it's easy to forget about them in a beta doc, so I've put in a checkbox thing asking what people would like to be warned about. I made it required, too, but the answers aren't that important-- what's important is to consider it, and make it clear that it's something I'm open to discussing. Also the list on there is surely not comprehensive, but it's the idea that's important.

Anyhow.

This first one is specifically about the novel I have done a shitton of planning for, which is based in a solarpunk kind of worldbuilding situation I've worked in before, and features a young officer in a tall-ship-based naval power, and his geeky radio engineer genius wife who has rather taken over the first draft so far.

I have another one in the planning stages which is me filing the serial numbers off the more unhinged bits of my Fit For Pearls continuity but that one is still very tentative in development.

So if the idea of me doing an original novel is something you're into, but you're not quite there for the Tall Ships Disaster Bisexuals Vs A Bunch Of Solar Flares And Some Pirates, just wait and I'll do another one of these for Lesbian Queen of the World and her Competent Girlfriend attempt to rehabilitate a pathetic Warcrimes Meowmeow while saving the universe. But that one's on the backburner for just now.

Anyhow. Give me your email addresses if you meant it and I'll have a doc of the first couple chapters with notes about what I'm worried about to share soonish. I can't do outlining so I just need idea-rattling instead and I can only do so much rattling on my own, y'know?

Here is the Google Form, which I am also accepting feedback on, LOL. Let me know if you're interested in this!

[hiemaldesirae]

Tis Alice! I'm so glad you liked the new fem rdst update and my deer wife drabble!

I was honestly a little nervous about writing Vox the way I did because Vox is very sweet in my deer wife au and my fem Vox is much closer to canon Vox so I'm thrilled you love her! And oh yeah she is way more judgey and conniving than people think she is. I wanted her to have subtle Queen Bee vibes, badass bitch who is used to getting her way.

Also you said the think about it being like wicked and now i think i understand why the soundtrack has been playing in my head all day lol

Okay so I'm really fucking happy you liked the name for the shadow because i was so worried it was lame it's literally Alastor backwards lol i don't write a lot of sick fics but it seemed like a nice setting to try the shadow's POV in cause we get to see it being protective of Vox and also get how Alastor is really feeling.

HII ALICE to be completely honest im Always down for whatever u post . even if you posted a r*dioapple drabble tomorrow id probably give it a chance tbh thats how much i love ur characterization and writing

oh no i totally get why theres a difference between the two! i actually really adore just how varied ur characterization is across aus and how much u take into factor the dispositional factors affecting each character and their inherent personality traits . it makes for such compelling storytelling and universes that really feel like theyre sucking u into them!! also she totally gives off heather chandler vibes i love her go girlboss i support your warcrimes. the w in warcrime is for woman after all 🤗

LOL i made the connection after i saw the whole difference between vox and als social groups and i was like "holdon this is a bit familiar"

I DIDNT EVEN NOTICENLFMAOWI this is how shit i am with anagrams . its no wonder lemony snicket got me with so many of those while i was reading asoue. it honestly just sounds so cool though god i love rot as a nickname and rotsala also sounds like some sort of ancient deity people would worship even tho it literally doesn't exist as an actual name and thats a whole other spiel i cant afford brainpower to get into ... Anyway bottom line is it is Sooo cool and i love love love the concept of als shadow being a conduit for his true feelings <3

[ultimateshixiongfuckertournament]

Noncanonicals Tournament Round 2, Match 2

Match 2 is between Xie Lu / T from Memory Lost (shizun/mentor: Xu Sibai / S) and Chen Pi Ah Si from DMBJ / The Mystic Nine (shizun/mentor: Er Yuehong)

Propaganda under the cut! (Warning: Propaganda may include spoilers about the characters and their media)

Xie Lu / T:

Xie Lu, codename T, is a member of the Alphabet Syndicate, and leader S's personal project. From a young age, Xie Lu displayed an uncanny aptitude for sharp-shooting. When his dream of going to a specialized school for training, and ultimately competing in the Olympics, was destroyed by his own father, Xie Lu left home, living off the land in the mountains. It was here, when he was fifteen, that he was approached by S, promising to train him in the art of killing, honing his already-excellent skills with a gun into something perfect.

//From fifteen to twenty-three years old, T followed him for eight years.

But he only stayed by his side for the first three years.// (Memory Lost novel, T's Story)

//After the case, the man whom T viewed as an older brother and a God-like figure, disbanded the organization and disappeared.

Everybody including T who were still alive started living their own lives.

���I’m sorry, T,” that man said, “I promised you five years, but I only led you three years.”

But T smiled, “I will always follow your orders in my lifetime.”

That man nodded and didn’t look at him again. He stared at the setting sun that was like a blazing fire. // (Memory Lost novel, T's Story)

In the aftermath of the police raid on the syndicate's base, T was the one who carried S out of the ruins, and cared for him, standing up to the others in defense of S' wishes.

//"S's order was to send Su Mian to Jiangcheng to replace Bai Jinxi's identity after he and Su Mian were in a coma." R said, "And S has always had a cover-up, Xu Sibai, a forensic doctor. These years, S has also completed his studies in forensic medicine. Let him return to this status, a year later, he will be transferred to Jiangcheng. Then everything will start again."

Xu Nanbai smiled suddenly: "For the mentally ill, this is really a deathly romantic decision."

"We still have a choice." L raised his head and looked at everyone, "If S will also lose his memory, let them be with us and we can say that they are a pair. Then, S can fulfill his wish and he can be with her. He can do whatever he wants without much trouble."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone calmed down. This approach violates the previous arrangement of S, but they are all predators, and this approach naturally suits them better.

"I object." T said, “This is not the idea of S.”

"Vote." R said.

There were results soon.

For L’s proposal, only T and Xu Nanbai opposed it. The reason for T’s objection is that S’wish must be respected; and Xu Nanbai's objection is because he thinks it is better to kill Su Mian.// (Memory Lost Prequel, Part 16)

//It was early in the morning one month later, everyone found that S and Su Mian were gone.

The hospital bed in the hut was empty. T and his gun disappeared together.

"Fuck!" L cursed lowly and sharp-eyed,he picked up a piece of letterhead left on the table, it was T’s handwriting, and there was only one sentence—

"That's not the life S wants."// (Memory Lost Prequel, Part 17)

While T kept up working as a hitman in S' absence, he sent half of his earnings to him to ensure his well-being, and occasionally checked in on Xu Sibai in his new life. It is also canon that he fell into a deep depression for some time after being parted from S and the rest of the syndicate.

#t all the way!!!#murder kitty was down so bad for dr warcrimes

Chen Pi Ah Si:

Listen. We know canonically Chen Pi is unhinged over his shifu's wife, but he's just as unhinged and Normal(tm) about Er Ye as he is about Ya Tou. He ripped a dude's face off for saying that Chen Pi might overtake Er Ye one day. He is the yandere flavour of a shizunfucker and you know it, and they deserve representation in this tournament as well

[wandringaesthetic]

I'm in the fourth (and last) chapter of Tactics Ogre and trying to decide whether I really want to finish the game or if I want to put it down and maybe watch someone else's playthrough.

Like every other Matsuno game, the plot is very interesting and the gameplay is very interesting but they mesh together imo extremely poorly and add up to something that I admire much more than I actually enjoy playing. Extremely long fights crossed with cutscenes full of proper nouns mean I don't remember who I'm fighting and why. There's an in game encyclopedia/glossary but I'm kind of not quite invested enough in any of the characters to check it.

After playing many hours of Fire Emblem earlier this year I feel capable of playing this game but maybe not of playing it and also liking it. Part of me might like it better with a little more flexibility or quality of life changes (like maybe the ability to see what enemies you're facing BEFORE you assign everyone's abilities since you have a limited number you can assign and therefore can't simply have all-situations load outs? maybe no level cap? Higher level cap? Maybe fewer situations where you're forced into a series of battles without being able to go back and resupply?)

Despite having multiple branching paths, I feel like things are just sort of happening around Denam and his army. Progressing requires killing some character or another and I'm like .... Okay. Occasionally, mostly early on, the game tried to make me feel guilty about this. I was killing the pirates that kidnapped my sister and killing necromancers and going against the faction that would be my allies except they killed a bunch of civilians in order to drum up support for the war. I don't feel conflicted about this, even when the lady's like "agh, [pirate I killed in the last fight] your wife and child go with you" and even though refusing to side with the warcrimes against our own people guys makes my sister mad at me for some reason. War is hell, you can't wage it for any reason without getting blood on your hands. It tears apart your relationships. Yeah, yeah, I get it. But especially in the light of some of the late game revelations it feels like nothing matters at all and like this game is telling me to put it down on a meta level.

Whereas, on a gameplay level the joy is like "isn't it cool I have nearly enough dragons to form a whole war party of dragons now" except the feeling is never quite joy because I'm getting through every battle by the skin of my teeth.

(I feel like the sort of person that is going to play this game is not going to be at peace with any party member perma dying 99% of the time but I don't think that the game is really balanced for this to be the intended way to play. So a basic playthrough inevitably turns into some kind of challenge run by default which is part of my difficulty with this game)

This is the third time I've tried to play this game and I have, without trying to, made the same decisions each time. The tarot imagery seems apt. Random, yet somehow fated.

How was this on the Super Famicom, I wonder? It looks amazingly similar:

Like this is bananas

Tactics Ogre in 16 bits would be notable for how it presents depth alone the only other SNES game I know of that does anything like this is Super Mario RPG. Wild to me that this game existed. Fire Emblem proves there was this whole alternate universe of tactical RPGs that existed in 16 bits in the 90s in Japan yet some of me is still like "Who played this gritty, difficult chess war game with cute lil sprites??? Who is this for??"

(how in depth is the story on the Famicom? It had to be at least roughly the same with the branching paths and all. Can you imagine what a nightmare the script would have been if it was localized in English in that era?)

I'm not sure how much of my frustration with Tactics Ogre is that I'm a fake tactical RPGamer and how much of it is that Tactics Ogre is in many ways a little archaic. We've ironed out a lot of these kinks since then.

Regardless, you know a game that has everything I like about Tactics Ogre and nothing I hate about it? Triangle Strategy. Some people see it as kind of the watered down version, and I get that. But maybe Tactics Ogre is too hard for me maybe I'm a bad enough dude now to admit that maybe I need it mixed in a fruity cocktail. Maybe I don't need to play every video game.

I'm going to try the battle I'm on a couple more times (&36$6$673 Barbas) and if I don't have any progress I'm putting it down if I don't I'm going to go from admiring this game to kinda wanting to stomp on it.