#no reason to explain myself other than for my sanity

[arafilez]

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ー☆ㅤㅤ [ lmh x fem!reader ] ㅤ੭𓂃 ㅤfluff 𓏧 being your enemy’s passenger princess is a dream that he likes it as much as you do ㅤ warnings drunk reader ﹢ 0.8k wc ㅤ𓏧ㅤ @sxmmerberries (beta)

“Why am I her emergency contact?” your friend’s boyfriend cowers under his pointed gaze and hastily explains how you did not have an emergency contact so he just dialled your most recent call. Halfway through that explanation your friend drunkenly starts kissing her boyfriend making that the cue for them to leave.

Minho looks at you, who has been suspiciously quiet the whole time before he sighs, accepting his fate and drags you to his car. His glares do nothing to soothe the ache in his heart as he softly places you down on the passenger seat and carefully tucks your legs in before attaching the seatbelt.

Closing the door, he moves to the other side, sets himself down on the driver’s seat and puts in your house location. As soon as he starts the car you mutter your first sentence for the night, “You really came.”

“Yes, you called me so,” he reasons, more to himself than with you, hating the pang in his heart formed at the thought of what if you had called someone else and not him. God, he would have hated it!

You giggle under the influence saying, “Do you know how many times I have dreamed of being your passenger princess?” His heart flutters at the sound of your light laugh filling the car making him bite back a smile as he asks, “Why?”

“Because you look hot driving,” your blatant voice makes him choke on air as he feels his face getting hotter at the compliment. Minho tries to focus on the road and less on his thumping heart as you continue blabbering, “I am so cliché, I like my enemy.” After a short breath you continue, “Will you tease me about this tomorrow? Well, that’s okay, I will just make myself believe.”

When you suddenly stop his eyes widen and he hastily asks before he can stop himself, “Believe what?”

“That you tease me because you like me, like those book-boys,” your eyes fix on his face and it takes him all his self-control to not look at you or he knows he will straight up crash.

“Passenger princess huh? You like being that?” he quickly changes the topic as the air around him gets hotter. He makes a mental note to get his car's air conditioner checked. Maybe it is malfunctioning.

You nod lightly, eyes hazily fixed on him, making him grip the steering wheel as if his life depended on it and say, “You always call me that to tease me, the joke’s on you, girls love being called a ‘princess’.”

“Do you now?” the teasing edge returns to his voice, his cocky demeanour coming back instantly. “Most do,” you say softly and add, “I would hate it so much if you called someone else that though.” Minho doesn’t know how he kept his sanity after that sentence leaves he knows but he somehow brings you to your apartment and stands in front of the door.

“Password,” he asks, making you giggle and flirtingly pointing at his chest, “To your heart?”

“To your home,” he deadpans but can’t help a lovesick smile take over his face as he watches you cutely stumble to put it in. The low light of the hallway accentuates your features and he finds himself blaming the high of the night for wanting to grab your face and kiss you right then and there.

When the door finally unlocks he carefully holds you and walks inside as he finds himself spilling, “You don’t need to worry about the heart you have already got that unlocked.”

“Have I?” your eyes widen in anticipation as you sling your arms around his neck looking up at him and Minho swears he never saw as many stars in the night sky as he did in your eyes that night.

“Yes, the day I realised you were borderline tolerable, I knew I was screwed,” he whispers back, eyes fleeting between your lips and your eyes before he sighs panting lightly. He somehow makes you drink a glass of water and you plop down on the bed, pulling you with him but he stays upright making you pout. Mustering all his self-control he goes to find a change of clothes in your closet.

He waits outside patiently and after what feels like almost twenty minutes he hears the door unlock as he enters, your hair is ruffled, and your face is puffy and warm from all the alcohol yet Minho finds himself fighting all his demons to not press his lips to yours.

When you finally plop down on the bed he pulls up the duvet to your chin and sighs saying, “I find drunk confessions awful, but I am here swooning over shit like this, so yes, I am stupidly in love with you, I guess.” Your eyes light up even in the haze of alcohol and sleep overtaking your features and he finds himself resisting to kiss you for the third time that night.

“Remember it till morning, for me,” he whispers to you lightly and prays silently that you will, before turning off the lights and saying one last sentence, “Sleep, my princess.”

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[sabertoothwalrus]

any art tips about writing funny scenarios? i feel like i understand drawing but ive been in a total writing rut, especially when it comes to comedy :/

I think the main thing to consider is What Is The Punchline.

Something I see often in beginner joke-writing is having too much after the punchline. You don't need to have character A dunk on character B, and then have characters C, D, & E all reacting to it. UNLESS the reaction is the punchline. Remember how funny vines were? A lot of that came from them being only 6 seconds, and often cut off at the end. The Abruptness can absolutely add to the timing.

The other main thing is that comedy = contrast. Yesterday was April Fool's Day, and something I was seeing a lot of people do (myself included) was make some kind of "announcement", and then say some variation of "haha sike!" The thing is, this only works if your audience could have realistically expected you to make that kind of announcement in the first place. If an artist who has been staunchly and vocally against AI art posts an AI image, then... that's not really a joke? Your followers will be confused, not only because you're acting out-of-character about an issue that's politically charged, but also because you're still using AI art.

My own version of this joke was to redraw an old comic, which is something I love doing! I love revisiting old media I used to like, and I love redrawing art to track my improvement. My followers (hopefully) know this about me. The twist was that the comic I redrew was voltron, specifically klance, because I have the experience to know this would give a lot of people a lot of whiplash. Even after almost 9 years, just simply seeing the characters was enough to send people careening into a weird spiral of nostalgia and fear for my sanity, because of how controversial the show and its fanbase had become. But since most of the controversy was because of extremely-online drama, it was ultimately harmless (and people that are genuinely still into the show got some new art for it teehee!) I'm going to use a recent comic I did as a another example.

^ this is a comic about Ace Attorney, but honestly you don't really need to know anything about Ace Attorney except that "7yg" is a shorthand the fandom used for "7 year gap".

Panel 1: Setting the expectation. it's during the pandemic, so it's normal for people to have hand sanitizer on them. A precedence has been established.

Panel 2: Additional Context. Phoenix rummages through his pockets, which tells the audience he has a lot of stuff in them, and that he's identifying objects more by touch than by sight.

Panel 3: Anticipation

Panel 4: The punchline! Oops, it was lube! Small bottles of lube DO look & feel very similar to bottles of hand sanitizer, but people-- especially during a global pandemic-- do not typically carry small bottles of lube on them. Personally, I think Phoenix Wright could be the kind of person to have lube on him (for any number of sexual or non-sexual reasons), but the audience doesn't necessarily need to know that about him. Part of the joke is the nonchalance in his reaction; all you need to know is that Phoenix himself is not that surprised or embarrassed about having lube with him, or about having just dispensed some of it into his friend's hands.

Comedy is hard to explain!! It's also not very funny to explain. It really takes a lot of practice, and everyone has different tastes in humor/context/expectations anyway, so you're never going to make everyone laugh. Knowing your audience will definitely help.

[gor3sigil]

I’m Trans and Insane and I’m doing fine.

[TW Psychosis, transphobia, psychophobia, medication, psych ward]

“Are you sure ?” she asked.

I remember looking back at her in disbelief, because that was certainly a question I never asked her when she came out.

“Why do you ask ?” I say.

“Dude, I’ve seen you go into depersonalization so hard you even thought you were a human soul in a robot vessel and now, you want me to trust you when you say that you, too, are trans ?”

That’s the memory that comes back to me as I fold and put in my bag my psychiatrist’s note attesting that I suffer from gender dysphoria, NOT LINKED to any psychotic symptoms. Here it goes in my folder with my prescription note, an increase - again - of my anti depressants and Xan, and my endocrinologist’s HRT prescription, increased too - finally.

I go to two separate pharmacies to pick up each prescription for two reasons:

There is only one in this godforsaken town that always had testosterone in stock.

I can’t explain to you with words the look you can get when you give back to back, to someone who, despite not being a doctor, works in healthcare, a note for trans HRT and then a note for psychiatric meds.

And I’m lucky, because I’m not taking antipsychotics anymore. Contrarily to what you could think, it doesn’t magically makes the voices and the shadowy people disappear, but it can make a mess of your head pretty bad and my doctor and I both agreed that I didn’t need more damage up here than what I already had. And no, it doesn’t make your delusions vanish magically too: in fact, I was still pretty certain that I was talking to my soul family out here in Argentine telepathically about my mission on Earth, the meds just made it more difficult to understand their voices, but the belief was still solid.

Anyways, I’m back home with the Hoy Grail I fought tooth and nails to get: a letter from the Sacred Council of Mental Sanity also known as Psychiatry that I was, indeed, a bit delulu, but also trans, and that both things didn’t play into each other. My transness wasn’t a delusion, my delusions didn’t have anything to do with being trans.

Or did it ?

Chicken or egg, you know the drill. Did I have my selves fractured before and one of the piece that shattered my brain happened to make me trans or was I just trans with a shitload of traumas in the back that made me insane ?

But don’t worry, at least, trans people when we’re together, we have each other’s back ! Right ?

“Transidentity ISN’T a mental illness !! We don’t DESERVE to be FORCIBLY LOCKED UP and MEDICATED and MADE TO CONFORM FOR OTHER’S SENSE OF SECURITY !!”

Neither do I, RIGHT ?

Oh

Or do I ?

Remember what she said, my girlfriend, right at the beginning ?

How I can’t be trusted about myself when sometimes I don’t even have a sense of self anymore or I have too much selves who fight against each other ?

And what do we say to that ?

Get treatment. Get in-patient. Take medication. And for the love of God, shut the fuck up about it, you’re giving us a bad name.

Because being trans and crazy can’t exist. It’s absurd. You have to fix one of these two things. Choose which jacket I’ll wear, and they call it a straitjacket for a reason it seems, so am I queer or am I insane ?

All I know today is there isn’t a universe in which I’m a trans without any mental illnesses, or mentally ill without being trans. And yet, I can’t tell you how many time I got asked “do you think you’d be trans if you never got through [x trauma] ?”. I. Don’t. Know. I’ll never know. And I deserve just as much agency as you get despite being mentally ill. If you don’t believe in that, don’t come yapping about “liberation for all of us”, but “if one of us is crazy they’ll all think I am too and that can’t happen”.

No LGBTQIAA+ person deserves to be told they need to be put away, to be cured, to be allowed out in the open only if they’re deemed “acceptable” by society’s standards. And no mentally ill people deserve to either.

No trans person should be going through years of counseling to have the access to HRT.

And I shouldn’t have had to threaten my own mother’s life to avoid being locked in an adult psych ward at 14.

If you ever think, for one second, that these two things have nothing to do with one another, you are far removed from history.

To hear queer people say “yeah but some mentally ill people are dangerous !” feels like you don’t even know where you come from.

And if I want to say, that me being trans is linked to me being mentally ill, or at least, that both are connected in a way, all hell breaks fucking loose.

So I’ll explain very carefully.

See, when I was young, my mind got shattered into a thousand of pieces I had to try to glue back on. All these pieces of myself broke further more down the line because I couldn’t catch a fucking break. And now, it happens that the final puzzle does not have the same face it had before. It happens that its shape changed over time, for reasons over the control of all of us who tried to build ourselves back. Now there’s a bigger picture, less pieces, a few other shadows, and me. Built from the shatters. With my own needs and afflictions.

And whoever you are, whatever your agenda might be, I will not let anyone take any agency away from me under the false pretext that I can’t know anything for myself. They say that about children, they say that about minorities, about physically disabled people, about the people they want OUT. And my trans siblings, you know that.

I came out for the first time 7 years ago, to my then girlfriend, who was the one asking the question that is the first sentence of this text. I came out a second time 3 years ago. Been on HRT, had top surgery, had psychotic breaks, got my meds changed, switch therapist.

Because I am trans and crazy. And yet, all these choices I made, I made myself. It didn’t have to be that hard to get the basic care I needed. It didn’t need to be. But it WAS. And I’m part of the lucky crowd of people who had access to out-patient treatment, who never have been locked up in ward, who managed to stay alive through meds withdrawals without medical assistance when I had no therapist.

Be very careful of when you start to put conditions on the rights you think you deserve. Be very, very careful about your definition of sanity and of how it warps the way you see people. When you start to say “I have access to that, but there’s people like X or Y who shouldn’t BECAUSE”, pause and ask yourself what led you to think this way. More often than not, you’ll find yourself playing the same mind games as the ones you swore to fight against, and when it gives them the upper hand, they won’t hesitate to come for you after that.

[aemondapologistfrfr]

I See You As You Are - Pt 7

aemond x f!reader 

Series Masterlist

Summary: The first couple of weeks and months following Aelors birth Aemond becomes more protective than you thought possible. You practically have to beg him to sleep. He reluctantly starts to accept the help people are offering the both of you. Life slowly starts to go back to normal as you both fall more in love with Aelor.

Warnings: 18+ soft family moments that made me want to crash out!, aegon appearance again, overprotective aemond, oral(f), fingering, p in v, breeding kink

Authors Note: i will forever spread my sibling agenda sry – idk why this took me so long to write just so many ideas all at once i guess 😵‍💫  but i love this series and im not abandoning her i just get too attached sometimes and don’t want to see it end - also don’t want to rush the writing of this bc i love it too much - me over explaining myself to no one but myself! n e ways enjoy i love u and i love this chap and story

Word Count: 8k 

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It’s been a little over a week since you brought Aelor into this world and Aemond is positive he only sleeps when.. Maybe when he blinks. He needs to be aware of everything that moves inside your shared chambers. If you breathe too heavily he’s next to you. If Aelor coughs he’s hovering over the crib. You look up at his bloodshot eye with pursed lips as he escorts you back to bed. 

“I don’t want you out of bed.” Aemond presses his lips to yours and helps you lay back into your well of pillows. 

“And when pray tell, will me and Aelor be taken off of bed rest, maester Aemond?” he flares his nostrils and pulls your blanket up your body. 

“I don’t know if I’ll ever let you two out of these chambers.” his tone is teasing but you both know how truthful his words are. 

“Husband.” you look up at him. 

“Hush.” he shakes his head. “There is nothing you two need outside of these chambers.” you clear your throat. 

“Come lay with me.” you pat his side of the bed. He slowly crawls into the bed and you both turn and look at each other. “Tell me what you’re scared of.” your words soft.

“He’s so little and you’re still so fragile.” you narrow your eyes at him. “You know what I mean. I just don’t want either of you taken from me. Whether it be a misstep on stairs or a sickness. I won’t allow it.” he shakes his head. “I won’t. I can’t. I’ll die without you and our son. I will. I can-

“Aemond,” you cup his cheek. “We are right here. Healthy and safe.” you nod your head. “One more week.” you press your lips to his. 

“One more week?” he mumbles against your lips. 

“You have one more week to prepare to take Aelor and me on a walk throughout the gardens.” you pull back. 

“I’m sorry I’m overbearing.” he whispers. 

“There is no reason to apologize.” you brush his hair back. “Could I make one more request?” he nods, starting to get up. “Lay back down.” you chuckle. “Please go to sleep. I know you haven’t been.” you wipe your thumb under his eye. 

“Do you promise that you’ll both still be here when I wake?” he whispers, pulling you closer to him and curling against you. 

“Yes, Aemond. We will both be right here.” you smooth his hair back as he lets his eye close and finally begin to rest. 

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You wake up and groan as Aemonds side of the bed is empty. You feel for any warmth but it’s cold and you roll over and look at the ceiling. Pushing the blankets off, you get up and walk over to Aelor’s crib and find him curled up next to the egg with his little fingers reaching out towards it. You brush his wisps of hair back before walking over to the table where you’re sure there’s a letter waiting for you. 

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Wife and my little son,

Please - for my sanity - do not leave these chambers until I return. I won’t be long, I just went to collect some things. 

I’ve promised you a walk today - which I still plan to deliver. 

I thought we could go to the library and we could read as a family. - Yes, I know you said the gardens.

Tonight is the full moon and I had hoped we might wish upon it as a family. - We’d have to go out a little earlier than normal. 

My wish for the moon: Please don’t let my wife hate me for not letting her and Aelor out of our chambers. 

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You smile and walk the letter over to the side table and place it with your growing collection. You begin to dress for the day and a warmth settles over you when you hear Aelor start to coo. You quickly finish dressing and go scoop him out of his crib, placing kisses across his face. You carry him over to your chaise and curl up with him watching him smile and grab at your fingers. 

You could stay like this all day, with the exception of having Aemond at your side, curled up with your son enjoying the silence and the song of the breeze through the windows. Though you can’t help but smile at the thought of being able to show your perfect son off. You rise with him and bring him over to the wardrobe to dress him for the day. You hear the door open and close before you hear the familiar steps.

“I half expected you both to be gone.” you can see relief wash through him from that not being the case.

“We would never dream of leaving you.” you walk over to him and he places his lips on your forehead before offering the same to Aelor. “And to address your letter we would never hate you, Aemond. We’re content here, with you.” you nod and he reaches down to press his lips to yours.

“How are you both?” you watch as he scans over the both of you.

“We’re very excited for you to take us to the library.” you smile up at him. “And to see his very first full moon.” you smile as Aemond brushes Aelors hair back. 

“May I?” he holds his arms out and your eyes snap up to him.

“Aemond, of course.” you help place Aelor into his arms. 

“He’s so perfect.” he whispers, looking down at him. 

“Even if he threw up on you this morning?” he smiles and waves you off. 

“Your mother is wrong.” he chuckles. “I wouldn’t even call it a spit up.” he traces his finger along his chin. 

“Mm, is that why you changed your jerkin?” you hum walking back to the wardrobe to pick out clothing for Aelor. 

Your heart swells as you hear Aemond silently coo and talk to Aelor and you push around different fabrics. You were secretly happy Aelor ruined his jerkin because you can finally have them match. You chew your lip pulling out the dark green fabric and basking in its softness. You hold it up and look over it smiling at his little buttons.

“It seems as if your mother is going to have us match today.” Aemond chuckles as he spots the green fabric in your hands. 

“You two will look so handsome.” you coo. 

“I thought we agreed that all three of us have to match?” he raises his brow walking over to you with Aelor. “Something about an early grave?” you purse your lips pretending to be lost in thought. 

“I don’t recall.” you shake your head. You lift off Aelor’s current outfit and begin to pull the green over his head. “Oh my Gods,” you look up at Aemond. “Hold him next to you.” you nod quickly. 

“Like this?” he cradles Aelor in one arm and you bring both of your hands to your cheeks. 

“Aemond.” you softly coo. “You both look so handsome.” you push your bottom lip out. “My distinguished little gentlemen.” you walk over to them. “My sweet boys.” you smooth Aelor’s hair before cupping Aemonds cheek. 

“Are you done?” your eyes snap up to him and you can see a hint of a smile. 

“Nowhere near done.” you shake your head. “Let me just adjust some things.” you smile up at him quickly.

You start to adjust Aemonds hair and straighten out his jerkin. Aelor softly fusses when you smooth out his hair more. You move Aemonds arm to have Aelor more centered and push down his outfit from his neck. Aemond watches you with a small smile as you move them about as you please. You finally stand back and admire them both. 

“May we escort you to the library?” he holds out Aelor’s arm to you and your heart melts. 

“I would love nothing more.” you tickle Aelor’s neck before grabbing onto Aemonds other arm. 

Aemond helps escort you down the stairs of your chambers and the second you step out into the hall you stop and look around to see if anything has changed. You have the same guard and the same tapestries adorn the walls all the way down the hall. There's a small buzz of people in the Keep at this early hour and you smile to finally be a part of it once more. You turn and brush Aelors cheek with your fingers before you take Aemonds arm.

The walk to the library is full of whispers to Aelor of his different surroundings. Aemond has kept a calculating eye on everything going on around the three of you. If someone walks too close he’s silently moving you to the otherside of the hall. You chuckle knowing what he’s doing and you pause and look up at him. 

“Don’t you think people will want to see the new prince?” you raise your brow at him.

“We’re going on a walk to the library not a parade through the city.” he says louder than needed as he looks around at prying eyes. “If we stop for one person we will soon have a line.” you know he's right enough in the matter.

“Then let us go hideaway in the library.” you smile up at him, patting his arm.

He continues to lead you through the halls and when the massive wooden doors come into view a smile spreads across your face. Aemond pulls open the door for you and motions for you to walk towards his section. You watch as servants start to have tea prepared for you and light a couple of candles. You take your normal seat and open your arms for Aemond to place Aelor into.

Aemond pulls your book down from a shelf and takes his seat. When he turns his gaze to the both of you he’s glad he’s sitting because he’s sure his knees would give out. His wife and son, sitting in his chair, in his section. He brings the book to his lap and opens it in search of the last chapter you both left off on. You lean further back in the chair as Aemonds soft voice greets your ears. You begin to rub Aelors back as he starts to curl into your chest with heavy eyes.

“Do you think I’m boring him?” Aemond looks to you with a worried expression.

“No.” you shake your head once. “I think your voice is very soothing. Comforting. He probably feels safe and at ease.” you look down and see Aelor asleep on your chest.

“Should I keep going?” he whispers.

“I would like that and I think Aelor would too.” you nod with a smile.

Aemond continues on with the story in somehow an even softer voice than the one he started with. He pauses after every chapter and asks if you want him to keep going. Aelor eventually wakes and fusses until you place him in Aemonds arms. Aemond brings the book back to his lap and watches as Aelor spreads his hand across the current page. You watch them with a warm expression as Aemond attempts to continue reading. After the next chapter he closes the book and sets it back on the table to give his full attention to Aelor.

“Do you think he’ll enjoy reading as much as we do?” Aemond watches as Aelor grabs at his rings.

“If we keep this up I’m sure he will. Soon he’ll have his own section in the library.” you chuckle. 

“Maybe you’ll take over my section.” Aemond whispers down to your son.

The rest of the afternoon is filled with Aemond reading to the two of you in short spurts. It only took three times of asking if he could walk you three around the Keep until he agreed on the condition that he can turn everyone away who asks to speak with the three of you. He holds you closely and once he sees your eyes start to droop he insists that the three of you return to your chambers for a nap and you had no complaints with that idea.

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The sun has barely passed the horizon and Aemond is trying to herd you and Aelor to the door with whispers that it’s almost Aelor’s bedtime and you should be fast asleep too. You bat his hands away which are immediately back on your waist as you start your descent down the stairs. 

“Aemond, I know how to walk.” you sigh. 

“I would prefer to carry you both.” you turn your head and he stops you on the stairs. “If you don’t pay attention I will.” his tone not joking.You turn your head back and start moving once more. Once you make it to the bottom of the stairs you stop. “What’s wrong?” he steps in front of you. 

“I figured you wouldn’t want me to touch the door. It might be too strenuous.” you purse your lips. 

“You’re right.” you watch his lips twitch up and you flare your nostrils as he turns to reach for the door handle. 

“Aemond Targaryen.” you hiss and his eye snaps back to yours. 

“Yes?” he wraps his hands around your waist. 

“I’m not going to break.” you huff. 

“I’m aware.” he presses his lips to yours in hopes of removing the soft scowl. “Can I not just dote on you? Is it not my job to do everything for you?” he pulls back. 

“There’s a difference between doting and overbearing.” you hum and step past him to open the door and walk through. 

“I’m sorry.” he makes his way to your side quickly. “Please don’t be mad at me.” he whispers and you stop once more. “Please, I’m sorry.” his heart starts to beat faster at the thought of upsetting you. 

“I’m not mad at you.” you look up at him. “Now give me a kiss, offer me your arm, and take us to the gardens to look upon the moon.” you wait expectantly and you watch as a smile spreads across his face.

He presses his lips to yours before placing them on Aelors forehead and holding out his arm for you. He bites his tongue when you start down the main stairs and takes a step closer to you. You glance at him and he is already staring at you, calculating your every step. 

“How are you feeling?” he whispers once the three of you make it to the main hall. 

“Like I’m going to ask the full moon for you to relax.” you turn to him. 

“Do you still love me?” he searches your eyes. 

“My Gods Aemond of course.” you press your hand to his chest. “I love you more than life itself.” you cup his cheek. “I might love you even more if you take us out to the gardens as promised.” you smile up at him. 

“You’re sure you still love me?” he steps closer to you. 

“I’m sure.” your reach up and bring his lips to yours. 

He starts to escort you once again through the main hall and you sigh in relief at the soft breeze that greets you once the three of you make it outside. You smile as you enter the gardens and adjust Aelor so he can look at all of the life growing around you. Aemond stays glued to your side and an arm hovering around you as you walk Aelor up to different flowers. 

“This was the first place your father took me when we met.” Aemond’s heart skips at your words. “We’ve been coming here ever since.” you whisper carrying him deeper into the gardens. “Tonight is very special.” you turn to Aemond as you enter the small courtyard. 

“It’s the full moon.” Aemond leans down and smooths Aelor’s wayward strands. “If you make a wish upon it when it’s full it’ll come true. I’ll make sure of it.” you smile watching Aemond softly talk to him. 

“What your father didn’t tell you is that he’s actually the moon.” Aemonds eye snaps up to you. “He makes sure we have anything and everything we wish for.” you nod. “We’ll wish for you for the next couple of years but soon you’ll be able to do it on your own with us and you can teach your siblings.” your smile widens. “We can make wishes as a family.” you look up to Aemond and see that his eye is glossy. 

“You want to have more?” he whispers. 

“You didn’t think I’d be content with just one?” you tilt your head. 

“How many do you want?” he steps closer, wrapping his arms around you.

“At least two more.” you nod. 

“And at most?” he tilts his head. 

“Four more?” he nods his head quickly. 

“Yes, I would like that.” he rubs circles into your sides sending warmth throughout your body.. “It’s always up to you. I’ll be content with any number of children.” he lets his mind wander to your chambers filled with children running around and giggling. “A family.” 

“Let’s make our wishes before you start crying.” you cup his face. 

“I’m not crying.” he purses his lips. 

“Mhm.” you nod, wiping your thumb under his eye collecting the tear. “I love you so very much.” you whisper up at him. 

“It sounds as if you might cry now.” he watches your cheeks flush. “And I love you more.” he presses his lips to your forehead. “Look up to the moon so I can get you both back into bed.” he tilts your head up to the sky. 

You let your eyes close and Aemond does the same, never letting his hands leave your sides. He smiles when he feels Aelor grab onto his arm and he cracks his eye open and looks down at him. He watches as his face spreads with a smile and he reaches up to Aemond. You open your eyes when you feel Aemond start to scoop Aelor out of your arms. 

“My wish was to hold him and to offer you a dance.” he holds out his free hand. 

“Let us dance on our balcony while he sleeps.” you offer him a warm smile. 

“I would like that.” he nods. “What did you wish for tonight, my beautiful wife?” he hums, pulling you closer. 

“I had wished for us to dance.” you chew your lip. “And for you to let me kiss you until I fall asleep as I once used to do.” 

“Then let me keep you waiting no longer.” he offers you his arm. 

You curl into his side as he leads you three back to your chambers. Aelor quickly falls asleep in his crib allowing Aemond to whisk you out to the balcony. His hands are on your waist instantly as he begins to sway the both of you across the stone. As the breeze begins to cool you a bit too much and Aemond scoops you up and brings you back inside. 

“This is how I would prefer to take you around the Keep.” he whispers before pressing his lips to yours. “Now let me go get your sleep dress so I can give you your kisses.” he sets you on the bed, letting his lips linger on yours longer than necessary.

“Or might you just stay here for a little while?” you mumble against his lips. “Please?” you hold him closer and sigh when he pushes his tongue into your mouth. You try to pull him onto the bed with you and he starts to chuckle. 

“This is more than just kisses.” he kisses down to your neck. 

“Please.” you whisper. “Aemond please,” you whine.

“Let’s get you ready for bed.” he smiles as you shudder when he licks up your neck. “I can tell you’re going to fall asleep soon.” he lifts up and chuckles as you try to pull him back. 

You watch him with a pout as he walks over to your wardrobe and pulls out a night dress for you. He stops to check on Aelor before walking back over to you on the bed. He bites his lip looking and you lidded eyes as you fight to stay awake. He helps you undress and brings your wandering hands to his mouth to place kisses against each finger. 

“Go to bed and I’ll kiss you as much as you want when you wake up.” he pulls the covers up to your chin. 

“I’ll stay awake.” you whine. 

“Your eyes are shutting before me.” he smiles. 

“No.” you shake your head and curl against him as he gets into bed. 

“One more kiss.” he nods and you reach up and bring his lips to yours. 

“One more.” you mumble against him. 

“Rest.” he hums and kisses your forehead.

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Over the past couple of weeks Aemond has slowly relaxed and gone back to a regular sleeping schedule. Aelor is happy and healthy, though this doesn’t stop Aemond from darting to his side when he makes a noise. He’s hesitant to think about the egg, let alone even look at it for too long. He wants it to hatch so badly but maybe that’s why it’s not. 

Maybe since he didn’t have an egg his son's egg will never hatch. It could all be his fault. He could be the reason Aelor grows up like him. Picked on and-

“Aemond.” you grab onto his arm. “Staring at the egg isn’t going to make it hatch.” your words soft. 

“Do you think it’s my fault it hasn’t hatched?” he continues to stare down at the colored egg. 

“Not at all. You’ve been quite the doting mother hen to that egg.” he turns to you with a squinted eye. “I joke.” you cup his cheek. “I believe it’s up to the Gods if his egg will hatch. It will be no one’s ‘fault’ if it does not. You are doing everything right.” you look into his eye and nod. 

“So I should keep doting upon the egg?” the corners of his mouth shift up. 

“I had hoped you might dote upon me?” you tilt your head. “I would just like some kisses.” you nibble on your lip. “For now.” he chuckles. 

“I could indulge you in a kiss or two.” he hums, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. 

The moment his lips touch yours it’s as if all of his worry and doubt drift away. He’s never felt more wanted than when you cling against him trying to be as close as possible. How quickly you open your mouth and invite him in eagerly. The small noises you make when he squeezes into your sides and- He’s pulling off of you and turning back to the crib. 

“He probably just moved.” you whine trying to tug him back. 

“It’s happening.” he shakes his head. “There’s a crack. It’s moving. What do we do? Do we take Aelor out? I need-“ he cuts himself off, not ready to say that name after the words ‘I need,’ and looks between you and Aelor. “I’ll be right back.” he’s thudding down the stairs, leaving you to look after him with wide eyes. 

Aemond doesn’t care about the early hour. He just prays he’s sober enough to help. He doesn’t hesitate at the guard as he pushes himself into his brother's chambers. He walks over to his bed and shakes his shoulder. Aegon pushes his hand away and Aemond yanks him harder. 

“Get up.” Aemond hisses. “If you want to be a family, get up. The egg is hatching and I don’t know what to do.” the words taste foreign on his tongue and he watches Aegon's eyes snap open. 

“Alright.” Aegon nods. “Let’s go.” he rises from the bed and so do Aemonds eyebrows. 

“Put something on. My wife and child are there.” he strides over to Aegon's wardrobe. “Quickly.” he snaps, tossing trousers and a tunic. He pulls Aegon out of his chambers and down the hall once he’s clothed. 

“My Gods, slow down.” Aegon groans. “And get me some water.” he looks up at the stairs to your chambers with tired eyes before he starts his climb. 

“You will have nothing if you don’t help.” you hear Aemonds curt tone as he and Aegon make it to the landing. “Did anything happen?” Aemond is back at your side. “Do we take him out of the crib?” he turns back to Aegon. 

“First we relax and tell me where the water is.” Aegon looks around. 

“No.” Aemond shakes his head. “Come check on the egg and my son first.” he glares at Aegon. 

“Aemond, it's just water.” you whisper, squeezing his hand. “Aelor is fine.” you nod up at him. 

“Alright.” Aegon groans and walks over to the crib. “What a handsome boy. You did well, brother.” he grins across the crib at Aemond.

“What of the egg?” Aemond presses looking down at Aelor and the egg.

“It’s hatching.” Aegon nods. “Shouldn’t be long now.”

“Should we leave him with the egg?” Aemond looks over to him.

“Yes.” he nods. “Was that enough to merit me a cup of water?” Aegon blinks at Aemond expectantly.

“I suppose.” Aemond nods his head to the table holding the water pitcher and Aegon is next to it shortly after. “So what happens now?” he brings his attention back to Aelor and the cracking egg. 

“You see when an egg cracks, brother,” Aegon walks over to him. “Something usually comes out.” Aemond flares his nostrils at Aegon's tone. 

“I’m aware.” he says through his teeth. You hold on to his arm tighter hoping it’ll offer him some comfort. “Should we call for the keepers?” his tone a fraction smoother. 

“I figured you already called for them.” Aegon raises his brow, sipping on the water. “So you came to me first?” he smiles. “Do not look at me like that. I’ll go call for them.” he waves Aemond off and walks back down the stairs. 

Aemond’s mind is racing as he keeps his eye on the crib. He refuses to believe an actual dragon is hatching mere feet from him. His little son's very own dragon. You look up at Aemond and see his slightly flushed cheeks and reach up to cup his face and slowly turn him towards you. 

“What’s wrong?” you take in his glossy eye. 

“I’m just so happy for our son. For Aelor. He gets his own dragon. His very own.” his voice barely audible. “There’s soon to be too many people here for me to be this emotional.” he shakes his head and you wipe under his eye. 

“Might I have a hug?” you whisper and Aemond grabs your hand from his face and pulls you against him. “I would still like to have my other kisses later.” you whisper and you feel his small chuckle in his chest, thankful for your distracting words.

“I could provide those for you.” he whispers and starts to pull back. 

“The keepers will be here shortly.” Aegon announces as he makes it to the stop of the stairs once more. “Might you both pick different chambers? I already tire of these stairs.” Aegon groans, going to refill his cup of water once more.

“All the more to keep them. If they’ll deter you from barging in then I think they’re perfect.” you look up at Aemond as if you’re telling him to be nice. 

“Maybe you’ll change your mind when you have more children.” Aegon waves him off. “The offer is always there.” his words are followed by a quick knock and the voice of the keepers coming up the stairs.

“Congratulations, my Prince.” the keeper looks to Aemond before walking over to the crib. “A healthy boy. No wonder his egg is hatching already.” the man muses. 

“Should we have taken him out of the crib? Is there something more I should be doing? Would you like some water?” Aemond rapid fires questions at the keeper.

“He is perfectly fine in the crib. There is nothing for us to do besides wait. Though looking at the egg.. Ten minutes maybe.. Maybe more..” the man shrugs and Aemond nods before turning back to you.

“What did he say?” you look up at him. “I also think you sound so very elegant when you speak in that tongue.” you whisper and watch a small flush spread across his cheeks.

“The egg will hatch soon. We just have to wait now.” he turns his attention back down to Aelor and watches as you reach in and smooth his hair.

“Does the dragon stay here with us?” you look up at him. “Am I now raising our boy and his dragon?” your mind races on how you would even go about doing that. 

“Not necessarily.” Aegon comes to Aemonds side. “Of course it’s so tiny now so it’ll spend more time with Aelor here to help strengthen their bond. When it grows and my Gods do they grow fast, it’ll be housed in the pits that you can visit.. If Aemond releases you from these chambers.” he lets out a small giggle. 

“Aegon.” Aemond warns.

“Relax brother,.” Aegon sighs. “The keepers will tell you everything.” he looks up at him.

The three of you watch the egg slowly crack more and you hear Aemond’s inhale as Aelor slowly wakes. His eye widens when Aegon's hand enters the crib and pinches his little cheeks. Aelor lets out a small coo and turns his head towards the egg. You watch with wide eyes as he grabs onto the crack and you feel Aemond stiffen. Aegon grabs onto Aemonds arm and whispers lowly.

“Let him. He’s safe. There are plenty of people here who know what they’re doing.” Aemond looks down at Aegon and where his hand is placed on his arm.

“And you’re one of the people who know what you’re doing?” Aemond scoffs.

“You did come get me first.” he chuckles. 

As Aemond goes to retort there's a more prominent cracking sound. The keepers slowly walk over and soon the crib is surrounded by watching eyes. You grab onto Aemonds arm and lean closer into his side. A short shriek is heard followed by another crack. You watch as Aelor grabs at the egg and pulls a piece of its shell off. You gasp when you see an eye before it disappears once more. 

“Are you nervous?” Aegon whispers.

“Be quiet.” Aemond hisses.

“So you are.” Aemond turns his head and Aegon bites his lips to stifle his laughter. “I’ll be quiet. Don’t kick me out.” he nods back to the egg. 

You and Aemond inhale at the same time when Aelor pushes his little hand into the growing hole. When he pulls it out you see a small tail wrapped around his wrist before it slips back into the egg. You watch as Aelor pushes his hand into the egg once more, slowly scooting towards it. He pulls another piece of the egg off and your eyes widen as the dragon is now blinking up at everyone. Aelor grabs the dragon and brings it to his side. 

“He has a dragon.” Aemond whispers. 

“He does.” Aegon grins. 

“His very own.” you look up at Aemond and squeeze his arm, knowing how emotional this is for him. 

“What are you doing?” Aemond is stepping forward when the keeper grabs for the dragon.

“We must examine him.” the man nods and scoops the dragon out of the crib.

“Will you bathe him as well?” Aemond looks at the mess starting to spread across Aelor’s linens. 

“Of course.” the man nods and turns to the other keepers before walking to the bathing chambers. 

“They’re cleaning the dragon so we can change Aelor’s sheets.” he turns to you. “Let’s go find him a fresh set.” he holds onto your arm as if it’s his lifeline. 

“Then I suppose it’s just me and you left.” Aegon chuckles and scoops Aelor out of the crib. 

Aemond glances at Aegon and Aelor before deciding Aegon probably knows what he’s doing in that sense too. He shakes his head, not quite ready to accept all of Aegon’s help. Aemond helps you pick out a clean pair of sheets and walks back over to the crib to strip it. You grab a change of clothing for Aelor and hand it to Aegon who smiles up at you from the chaise. 

The next couple minutes in your chambers consists of everyone cleaning and preparing to bring Aelor and his dragon back together. Aegon stands once he has Aelor changed and brings him over to the crib. Aemond takes Aelor from his hands and nods once at Aegon who is well aware that is the only thanks he’ll receive. The keepers come back over and place the small dragon in the crib and nod at Aemond to do the same with Aelor. 

“How is the dragon?” Aemond looks across to the keeper.

“He is well.” Aemond smiles. “We will leave you. Someone will return to care for the dragon and remain down the hall to offer the three of you reprieve until he is no longer fit for the Keep. They will help feed him and help instruct you on anything you should need. Your brother also knows a great deal and could offer you his wisdom.” Aemond chokes back a laugh at Aegons ‘wisdom’ and wonders if he’s ever seen it. 

“Thank you.” Aemond nods at the man.

The keeper nods at you and Aegon as well before taking one last look in the crib with a smile spread across his face. The keepers wave before they leave the three of you to look down at the crib. Aegon looks between Aemond and you and smiles before walking over to the table holding the water once more. 

“I will leave you three. I’ll have them house the keeper close by and I’ll have your guard tell you where. Should you both need anything else don’t hesitate to ask. All I ask is a nicer wake up and maybe some water before I’m dragged out of my chambers.” he raises his cup of water before starting towards the stairs. 

“Wait,” Aemond calls out. “Thank you,” he nods when Aegon turns. “Brother.” Aemond groans at the smile that spreads across Aegon's face. 

“Would you like a hug baby brother?” Aemond scoffs. 

“No. Leave us.” Aemond waves him off.

“One day.” Aegon calls over his shoulder as he starts down the stairs. 

You watch as Aemond stares down into Aelors crib with a furrowed brow. He inhales when your hand enters the crib to brush back Aelors hair. You then bring your delicate touch to the dragon's head and he slowly blinks his eyes open. He lets out a small purr before curling back up with your son. 

“I know nothing of raising a dragon.” you turn and whisper up at Aemond.

“You know some from our readings.” he hums. 

“Mm, shall I start to work towards becoming a dragon keeper?” you purse your lips. 

“My wife, you’re perfect at everything so if that is what your heart desires then I have the utmost faith in you.” he pulls you against him. “But the keeper will remain down the hall and if it’s too much we can always just bring the dragon to Aegon and he’ll deal with it.” he brushes your hair back. 

“Speaking of Aegon..” you look up at him with a raised brow. “I see that your relationship with him is improving.” you don’t want to pry but it warms your heart seeing them hopefully start to mend bridges.

“We’ll see.” Aemond starts to lead you back to the bed. “For now I would like to finish offering you the kisses you asked for while our son sleeps with his dragon.” he can’t help the grin on his face at that statement.

“Maybe soon we can have my handmaidens keep Aelor overnight.” he steps back and looks at you with a raised brow.

“Why?” he presses his lips to yours once.

“So I might enjoy my husband for the night.” you pull his lips back down to yours. “I miss you.” you whine against his lips. 

“I rarely leave your side.” he chuckles, helping you lay back on the bed. “And when I do it’s under an hour.” he starts to crawl over you.

“Must I tell you what I miss?” you pout, pulling him down to you.

“Yes.” he whispers against your lips. “Tell me.” he kisses down to your neck enjoying your small breaths. 

“You haven’t filled me in almost two months now.” you whine softly as he starts to suck on your neck. 

“You’re still fragile.” he lets his teeth graze against your skin.

“I’m not.” you grab onto the back of his jerkin. “Please.” you whisper.

“Ask me again in a couple of weeks.” he kisses back up to your pursed lips.

“I won’t break.” you furrow your brows.

“No, but you deserve one. You just brought our child into this world.” he presses his lips to yours.

“Let me bring us another.” it’s taking all of his restraint not to take you at your breathy words.

“Two weeks.” he grabs your wandering hands and places them at your side. “It’ll just be like the lead up to our wedding.” he presses his lips all over your face. “Now let me go check on our son and his dragon before you take advantage of me in my emotional state.” he starts to detach from you.

He chuckles at your soft string of curses as you try to pull him back to you. You rise from the bed and smooth your skirts before returning to his side once more. Your son is curled up with his dragon and looks like a perfect little prince. 

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You’ve been trying to get Aemonds attention for the past two weeks now but he has resisted all of your advances. The amount of sheer slips you’ve had your handmaidens bring in makes it seem like you’re running a pleasure house. You’ve even gone so far as to sleep naked and he simply covers you with the covers and curls into your side. 

Tonight officially marks the two week mark he set. Gods know why he’s making you wait, you’re ready to combust at the thought of him. Aelor is with your handmaidens for the night and his dragon is with the keepers. Your chambers are clean and there are candles spread throughout offering a warm light. You pace around looking for something to do until you hear the door open. You sprint over to your chaise and spread the sheer silk around your body. 

“Mm, what is the occasion?” Aemond is fully aware that it is exactly two weeks since he told you to wait. 

“Aemond,” you whine. “I’m begging at this point.” you go to get on your knees. 

“No, no.” he shakes his head with a smile. “That’s my spot.” he sinks to his knees before you. “I have also been counting down the days, my insatiable wife.” he presses his lips up one of your calves. “Aelor is with your handmaidens for the entire night?” he looks up at you with a dark eye.

“Yes.” you nod quickly.

“Mm,” he continues to kiss up to your thigh, smiling at how you tremble. “And what is it that you want to do tonight?” he looks up at your already heaving chest. 

“Aemond please,” you spread your legs before him, not caring anymore. “Please,” you groan as he starts to kiss your other calf, enjoying your breathy begging. 

He kisses up to your thigh once more and pulls back softly chuckling at your whine. You look down at him with a soft pout until you feel him starting to push your slip up further. He can see you center glistening in the candle light and looks back up to your pleading eyes. He looks across your body and nods knowing you won’t be getting any type of sleep tonight. 

“You are so very beautiful.” you let out a small whimper at his words. Your nails dig into the plush chaise as he licks up your center. He groans at your sweetness and grabs onto your hips to pull you closer. “Please let me know if it’s too much or if it doesn’t feel right.” he looks up at you. 

“Please just-“ you let out a soft cry as he buries his head between your thighs once more. “Yes,” you gasp as his tongue swirls around your bud. 

He rubs circles into your hips as he continues to lap at you listening to your sounds. You slowly roll your hips against his face and he quickens his movements pulling a gasp from you. He groans as he moves his tongue down to your core and finds your pooling wetness. He moves back up to your bud and encases it and sees your stomach flex. 

“Aemond.” you whine, grabbing onto one of his arms. “I’m- I, please,” soft pleas continue to fall from your mouth as he moves his tongue faster. With another cry of his name you fall apart on his face. “Oh,” you jolt as he starts to move his tongue even faster. 

Aemond can’t get enough of your sounds, it’s been far too long. Gods and your taste and the way you’re gripping onto his arm is spurring him on even more. He moves his other arm and circles one of his fingers around your entrance before slowly dipping it inside. Your broken whimpers are all he needs to hear before he starts pumping into you. 

He looks up at you and sees that your slip has shifted and he groans looking at your breasts. Your eyes are squeezed shut, focusing on the pleasure he’s offering you. When he pushes another finger into you, your pleasure begins to build rapidly. You start arching off the chaise when he pushes his fingers into you faster. He smiles as he laps at you and he hears your wetness coating his fingers. 

“Aem, I’m, please yes.” you squeak and pulse around his fingers. 

“Was that good?” he slowly slips his fingers out and sits back, slipping them into his mouth. “You taste very good.” you whimper at his words.

“Take off your clothes. I need you.” you reach for him but he’s already grabbed onto the hem of your slip and is pulling it over your head. 

“Are these still sensitive?” he whispers as he brushes his fingers against your nipples. Your small whimpers tell him everything he needs to know. He rolls the peaks between his fingers and watches you squeeze your legs shut. 

“Aemond please,” you grip his wrists. 

He chuckles and wraps his arms around you and lifts you to carry you to the bed. You pull at his clothes desperately and whine when he lays you back on the bed. You go to stand but stop when you find him removing his layers. At each reveal of his skin you spread your legs wider. Once he’s bare he crawls into bed with you and presses his lips to yours. You wrap your arms around him and pull him as close as you can. 

“Fill me.” you plead into his mouth. “Please,” you wrap your legs around his waist. “Fill me, I need it.” Aemond chuckles but lines up at your entrance nonetheless. 

He slowly pushes in and watches your face relax as small moans pour from your mouth. He presses his forehead against yours as he gets lost in your warmth and feel. When he settles within you he brings his lips to yours and slowly starts to rock his hips. You’re squeezing around him tightly and he’s trying to focus on kissing you to truly enjoy the feeling. 

“Move.” you jerk your hips. “Please.” your breath catches as he snaps his hips. 

“Hush.” he presses his lips to yours once more. “Let me just relish in the feel of you, my perfect wife.” he murmurs and kisses down to your neck. “I probably don’t even have to move to make you come undone.” he smirks against your skin as he brings his thumb down to your bud. 

“Yes,” you dig your nails into his back. He nibbles at your neck as he continues to swirl his thumb around your aching bud. “Please,” you hold him tighter. 

“I can feel how close you are.” he whispers into your neck, starting to roll his hips into yours. “Come for me and I’ll start moving.” he stills his hips once more and you let out a strained whimper. Your body is humming with pleasure as you moan out his name repeatedly. 

“Aemond I’m-“ you gasp as your pleasure slams through you. 

“Just like that.” Aemond lifts his head up and starts to pump into you. “You’re so perfect.” he presses his lips to yours. “Already wanting to be swollen with our child again.” his pace quickens at his words. 

“Yes.” you pant trying to nod your head. “Please let me.” you whine feeling your legs start to tremble from pleasure. 

“I’ll keep you filled with children as long as you please.” after every snap of his hips he rolls them into you after. 

“Thank you.” the two words slightly pleasure slurred as he continues with his pace. “Tha- mm-

“Fuck,” he groans as you pulse around him causing his pleasure to slam through him. 

You sigh with a smile as you feel his warmth spread throughout you. He presses his lips to yours as you both slowly rock against each other not quite ready to separate. You both stay sealed together until you both pull back with swollen lips, softly panting. He pulls out of you and watches a small frown form on your face. 

“We’re not done.” he kisses your lips. “I just need some water.” he chuckles before getting out of bed. “Would you like anything?” he glances over his shoulder watching you still spread out in the bed. 

“To be filled again.” he tilts his head back and laughs at your words. 

“In a moment.” he hums and slows his stride enjoying your whining filling your chambers. 

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sorry this took me so long sometimes i get stuck on scenes and forget i can skip around the chapter and finish other scenes 🫠 

im prob going to continue my sibling agenda and next chap is going to be a time skip of prob like 3yrs UGH i just want these babies up and talking !!! dad aemond is going to send me to my grave so be patient w me plss

also feeling emo so i love u all who love this story with me and if you have any cute little family and/or dad scenes you want me to try and bring to light lmk and ill sneak it in 👉🏻👈🏻  ok ily bye 

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Would I be the asshole if I refused to pay my phone bill?

📱🧾♿️ <- To recognize my post for later :)

The title is probably already a bit of a red flag, but I genuinely didn’t know how else to word it…

For context: I am a disabled, chronically and mentally ill trans guy who recently turned 20. I haven’t left home yet for a lot of reasons, some being that my parents promised to let me live rent-free so long as I was in college (which I am, just not currently for the summer) as well as the fact that they really haven’t raised me to be very independent and rely solely on them (which is honestly a whole other can of worms), but primarily because of my disability. It isn’t safe for me to live on my own, as I faint commonly, cannot stand up for more than maybe fifteen minutes at a time roughly, and sometimes am unable to eat for long periods of time due to debilitating nausea which leads to weakness. I also have severe chronic pain in my limbs and gut, something I’ve had most of my life, while my chronic illness I’ve only had for about a year and a half now and am still struggling to adjust to.

Because of my disability, I also can’t work a traditional job. I offer art commissions online, because I’m very passionate about art and it’s one of the few things I’m good at, and I haul in a decent amount, but certainly not enough to live off of. I make enough to set aside some good savings (I’m currently saving for a wheelchair, as that might grant me more freedom and the potential to get a job at least for the summer) while also indulging myself in buying the occasional fatty treat (I’m very underweight so that’s not an issue, and I was raised essentially in an almond mom household all my life, so this form of eating is really the only sense of control I have over my life, as I’m fully dependent on my parents elsewise).

The issue has come upon relatively recently. I feel like a huge entitled brat for it as well, and if others believe the same, I sincerely don’t blame you.

My mom sat me down the other day and said that she expected me to start paying at least one bill. She offered my cheapest bill (which would be for my phone; my parents bought it, and it’s theirs, they’re just letting me use it as my own.. I don’t own a whole lot of “my” items myself) and asked what I thought about that. I was fully honest with her: if I had a steady stream of income, I wouldn’t hesitate to offer to pay for all of my bills, but with the way it stands, I just don’t make enough month-to-month to regularly afford the bill. I also do my commissions through my phone, so if I could afford the bill, my phone would be turned off, and I’d be unable to continue.

My mom got very upset and started talking to me like a child (though she really has every right to, honestly, and I know that). She went on a very long rant about teaching me responsibility, and how I can’t rely on my parents forever, and that I need to grow up at some point… All things that I fully agree with. I sincerely want to! I want nothing more than to be fully independent. But the way it stands, my parents cover my entire medical bills and they pay for my meds… And I just don’t make enough to survive on my own, and I can just barely afford a meal or two from a sandwich shop I enjoy twice a month to keep my sanity in check because I’m usually bedbound.

I tried explaining to her that I would if I could, sincerely, and that I’m not trying to be a leech or lazy, but she wasn’t having it. She just scolded me and said that if I can afford to eat out every month, then I can afford the phone bill. But again, with the way things are, I don’t think I’d be able to do it every month without tapping into my savings, which again, is for my wheelchair so I can regain some sense of freedom for myself. I’m seriously debating just telling her no straight out, but I don’t know what the aftermath might look like…

So, sincerely: Am I in the wrong here? Should I just swallow my protests and cough up the money somehow? I really don’t know and would love an outside perspective.

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

IS THERE A VERSION OF JOEL MILLER I WOULDN'T FUCK?

[a case study in how thirsty i am for this man.] [aka fic recommendations]

Unfortunately, in my extensive research on this topic, I have found some pretty damning evidence against my sanity.

dad's best friend!joel miller x fem!reader

Your Summer Dream [masterlist] by @swiftispunk It is a scientific fact that if you place Joel Miller on a beach he becomes 100x hotter. I don't make the rules, I just report them.

Creep it Real! by @swiftispunk I am a puddle. I melted and I'm a shallow pathetic puddle. Cowboy and Angel. I just hnnnnnggggg. I need him to ruin me pls dear god.

*I'm realizing if i include all the DBF!JM i read this will get very long, very quickly, and i think i have revealed enough of myself on this blog to highlight my very obvious daddy issues

**speaking of daddy issues...

stepdad!joel miller x fem!reader

Don't Be Cute, Be Nasty by @cockslutpadalecki i'm pretty sure this was the first stepdad!joel miller anything i read and it awoke something in my soul. it's always fun to reach new levels of my daddy issues and BY GOD was this just 🫠

Bad Girl [part i of many] by @seventeenpins he walks in on her while she's watching stepdaddy porn and good lord it gets filthier and filthier in the best kind of way.

boyfriend's dad!joel miller x fem!reader

Lost in the Dark [masterlist] by @iamasaddie i expected to be a slut reading this but then it made me an emotional slut out of nowhere i am obsessed. there is nothing i love more than being drawn in by my thots only to be hit by an emotional bus out of nowhere.

Thigh's Out AU [masterlist] by @toxicanonymity not only is this a boyfriend's dad AU, but said boyfriend's dad is a hot and slutty. just like i like my dilfs.

father-in-law!joel miller x fem!reader

Pink [masterlist] by @netherfeildren holy fuck. that's all. just holy fuck. this altered my genetic makeup.

Help, I'm Stuck! by @nosesitter spoiler alert: he takes her wedding ring off before dicking her down and I-- 👀 send help.

***i didn't think i had a lot of significant other's father!joel miller in my repertoire, but i had to stop myself again from listing them all on this one otherwise we'd be here all day. shit, i'm learning things about myself 🤡

dark therapist!joel miller x fem!reader

Session 1 by @elvinaa i think this only highlights how badly i need an actual therapist (as does this entire list actually).

sleazy gas station clerk!joel miller x fem!reader

Meet Me in the Back (1) & The Night is Dark Enough ... (2) written by @atticrissfinch It does not bode well for me that this version of Joel Miller made me so fucking feral. In no way, shape, nor form should a sleazy gas station clerk make me feel this way AND YET HERE WE ARE.

tattoo artist!joel miller x fem!reader

Honeyed [masterlist] by @softlyspector This one absolutely hits too close to home for me, but that's probably why I'm so obsessed with it. My touch adverse yet touch starved ass ate this up and left no crumbs😌

chiro!joel miller x fem!reader

Say Yes to Heaven by @pascalisbaby i thought the medical side of my brain would cringe at the doctor/patient dynamic but as it turns out my depravity knows no bounds 🥵

frat dad!joel miller x fem!reader

The Old College Try by @proxima-writes i didn't even know this was something i needed in my life until it came into my life. blessings🙏🏼

ceo!joel miller x fem!reader

Sex on Fire [masterlist] by @macfrog i don't think i need to harp on what that sugar daddy vibes do to me🤤

mafia!joel miller x fem!reader

Divine Dynasty by @cavillscurls Remember when I said putting Joel by a body of water makes him 100x hotter? The same applies to a Mafia AU. I can't explain it. I have no sound reasoning to support my claim other than "he hot tho".

pornstar!joel miller x fem!reader

I Know it When I See it [masterlist] by @bageldaddy 🔥🔥🔥 that is all.

maintenance man!joel miller x fem!reader

Maintenance Man [masterlist] by @gracieispunk toolbelt. say less.

slasher!joel miller x fem!reader

Slasher [masterlist] by @toxicanonymity i thought for sure, FOR SURE, this would be blind, pure, detached smut that i could enjoy with no emotional ties whatsoever. and then all of a sudden i'm feeling things??? he just loves his mom so much😭 mama's boy wants to be happy. JAIL. real jail for murderer joel miller. horny jail for me. and audacity jail for toxic b/c how dare you make me feel things for a serial killer😩

as i said previously, the evidence speaks for itself. i have yet to find a version of joel miller i could not immediately fuck. i'm actually planning (i have a lot of plans and no time smh), to go through all these on my recommendation blog w/play by play commentary so everyone can know just how unhinged i am for this guy.

but now!! you guys have a syllabus for my insanity!!

now, excuse me while i go find a therapist (a real one, not a hot/dark joel miller version of one) (although beggars can't be choosers right?👀)

dividers by @saradika

[pancakeke]

possible eating disorder talk under the cut but idk if this counts. but i need advice on needing to lose weight for medical reasons without losing my shit

my doctor keeps telling me that I need to lose weight to deal with my CSF issue (idiopathic intracranial hypertension), and there is literally no other permanent treatment for this except surgery to install a shunt in my spinal cord. and I'd rather not create the potential for more complications with my fucking brain.

but it's impossible for me to diet without becoming obsessive and trying to restrict food plus exercise in a way that drives my net calories for each day down as close to zero as possible.

I don't know what my problem is but after a week or two of eating healthier and getting past sugar cravings dieting becomes a numbers game to me and i drive myself insane trying to maximize efficiency.

like I lost over 80 lbs in six months the first time I did this. another time i lost a little over 50 lbs in a few months. there were also handful of other dieting attempts that didn't last very long because they hit my mental health too hard too fast and I had to bail for my sanity.

I have not communicated this to my doctor yet but frankly most of the shit I say gets ignored so I'm hesitant to start crying in the office trying to explain this only to be brushed off. also I'm not so sure he's going to take me seriously now that I'm clinically obese.

this dude (optho-neurologist) keeps telling me to go to my primary care doctor and get ozempic but like i am not taking another medication unless i have absolutely need it to function.

but i am serious that there are no other real options for dealing with IIH other than putting a permanent lumbar puncture in my spine. and I really do not want to do that. but if I don't do either of these things, I risk permanent damage to my optic nerves.

there's a medication I can take that reduces CSF pressure but the side effects are such a hit to my quality of life and mental health that I am afraid to go back on them again. It gives me constant stomach pain, nausea, and acid reflux and it makes my larger joints (hips, shoulders, knees, elbows) hurt so bad that my quality of sleep tanks hard. plus the pain makes it difficult to crawl around doing DIY projects. and it's a diuretic so it makes me piss constantly and get dehydrated super easily, which really fucks with what I suspect may be undiagnosed POTS (postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome).

I explained the joint pain stuff to my doctor twice and both times he told me that it's not a known side effect even though it's noted on sites about the drug (Mayo Clinic). I refuse to take that shit anymore.

anyway. idk. how do I tell my doctor that i can't diet without going insane. and how do I diet without going insane.

[seraphivonne7]

WELCOME TO MY FALLEN SKIES AU TED TALK.

(Slams down random pages I have. Stares you dead in the eyeballs.)

Hello. Ahem. My name is Despina. I have made an AU, and I’m assuming you’re somewhat interested in it because you’re reading this. Well bud, I hope you’re ready to read a very incoherent tangent on what this AU is about because it’s still in the works and I’m flying solo on a single brain cell. (hands you some popcorn :])

So! Explodes.

For the past few weeks, I’ve been wanting to create an AU that was different from any other Phighting AU thus far. There’s Gearmelt AU, there’s various Infection AUs, Banlands AU, etc. They all have their own “spark”, I call it. That “spark” is what makes them stand out from the rest, what makes them unique. So I’ve been jumping around different AU ideas to see if anything “sparked”, caught my attention, y’know?

(If y’all saw my Subspace AU comic, that was me trying to make an AU. I didn’t continue it b’cos I lost that “spark”, sigh. It was too similar to a regular Infection AU.)

HOWEVER. A few days ago, I realized something I should have realized a long time ago: I should just create whatever the hell I want. I was lost trying to make a popular AU, doing something for the sake of others and working so hard that I was burning myself out. WHICH, FOR THE RECORD, IS NOT FUN. I decided to just make an AU that satisfied me, something that made me happy, and here we are! Fallen Skies AU! A whimsical AU that, to me at least, is fun.

Fallen Skies AU is built on the premise that the factions have been separated for a little more than 10 years. For reasons unknown to Inpherno, the SFOTH closed the gates and separated them. The people of Inpherno had their suspicions, however, due to the rising tensions between every faction, all because of this curse.

This curse goes by many names. For the sake of this tangent, I’ll be calling it the Sword’s Curse. The Sword’s Curse appears on new spawn that are delivered from The Spawn. Some spawn come out healthy, but some spawn come out marked with the curse. Nobody remembers when the first cursed kid was born, but the curse has been around for a long, long time.

Demons with the Sword’s Curse are relatively normal, actually. You wouldn’t know that they were cursed unless you saw their mark---or saw them go “feral”. The mark can be found on any part of their body, and it really just looks like a simple tattoo. The only catch is, when they’re “feral”, the mark will glow. The brighter it is, the more far away the person is from sanity.

And what does going feral mean, you ask? Well.

The Sword’s Curse puts a person through unpredictably-timed “fits”. Their whole body seizes in pain, and the only thing that can ease it is pure blood, or someone’s blood who isn’t cursed. Once they’ve drank enough to soothe their fit, they return back to normal. If they fail to ease their fit, it can be fatal. Lots of demons have died from the Sword’s Curse due to not being able to ease their fits. So under the effect of a fit, cursed demons will be angry, aggressive, stronger than they usually are, feral. They will do anything for blood. It’s like a switch flips in them; they so desperately need blood to survive.

This is the suspected reason why the factions were separated!

Blackrock was accused of hiding a cure to this curse, so Playground and Lost Temple were actively protesting. Lots of riots, threats of storming the Blackrock lands, threats of a war. A few riots ended in bloodshed and the SFOTH came down to stop it. Not long after, the gates closed and force fields were put up between the factions.

But now, 10 years later, everything has calmed down. Firebrand sees this as the time to reunite Inpherno and bring back peace. “We can find a solution together!!” kind of deal.

BUT ALSO. This is where our conflict lies.

I’ve made two ao3 fics delving into this, so I don’t really want to explain too deeply. After the SFOTH announce at a ball that the gates are reopening and the factions will be reconnected, Illumina at some point approaches Darkheart to strike a deal.

“If you help me dethrone Firebrand and become God of the Inphinity, I’ll let you do whatever you want to Inpherno.” And Darkheart is like, “Oh fuck yeah.”

You’re probably now thinking, “But wait Despina, where is this coming from?! Don’t Illumina and Darkheart want peace, too?!”

Hah. No. (read my fic on ao3 for their reasons)

Fallen Skies AU can be summed up as “the SFOTH are going to war with each other while the Phighters/NPCs we know and love fight with them + deal with the curse because Despina is going to make it worse”.

YAY. I’m done endlessly ranting in essay form. Before I wrap things up, I’ll throw more AU details in LIST FORM!

▷ Cursed Phighters/NPCS: Subspace, Hyperlaser, Scythe, The Broker, Katana, Rocket, Vine Staff, Skateboard.

▷ Illumina, Darkheart, Ghostwalker, Windforce VS Firebrand, Venomshank, Icedagger

▷ I mentioned that Blackrock was suspected of finding a cure. It was actually Medkit’s half of the crystal, the one that he stole during the Crystals Incident. This makes Medkit a very valuable player in this game of chess since his crystal can greatly ease a cursed demon’s fits (alongside its usual healing properties).

▷ Following up on this, Medkit left shards of his crystal when he left. Subspace kept it in high security and has been trying to create a cure with those shards---until Coil somehow broke through the closed gates at some point and stole them from Blackrock, therefore pissing Subspace off. Coil is also a really valuable player now that the crystals are literally connected to his horns.

▷ The ages of the characters are different in this AU. I don’t have them all worked out yet.

▷ Sword, Valk and Dom have never set foot in Inpherno. They’ve spent their whole lives in The Heights. The only demigod to have been down to Inpherno was Ban Hammer, who was lucky enough to experience it before the gates closed and the SFOTH called him home for safety reasons.

▷ That being said, all of the younger Phighters have never set foot outside of their factions, the only exception being Coil. The older Phighters, like Katana or Scythe, have experienced the other factions because they were around before the gates closed. The whole Phight culture/system existed back then, but it sure as hell doesn’t exist now.

▷ I have something planned for Fallen Skies AU. I won’t say, but for now, let’s call it The Crusades. They will be the kickstarter for the war.

That’s all I have for now :D. If y’all have questions, please feel free to ask! Thanks for attending my Fallen Skies AU TED Talk.

[pomefioredove]

for me it definitely has to do with the fact that since I was a child I’ve always been primarily gifted and interested in all kind of arts, I draw, I’ve been singing for 10 years, I do musicals and I study performing arts at university because I’ve always been into acting and cinema, plus I’m BIG on literature and poetry (especially classic one and epic). this has to do with the empathetic side of art that makes it the must human subject/ discipline, it teaches you how to connect on a deeper side with others and see things through different point of views/ideals/emotions ecc. plus I’m a perfectionist, I kin Vil a lot and I do believe that hard work is the key to everything, you can have talent but if you don’t have the passion or know how to use it then it’s practically useless. I can be envious, I do feel like I need to be on top for both my expectations and what I think others’ ones are, often ruining my sanity over the fact that I feel like I’m never enough. I do value great manners, politeness and ambition/motivation. if you don’t have something to work hard for or passions I find you to be quite shallow, and yes I do tend to be judgmental even if I value emotional intelligence more than any other. I’m also big on academics and I’m much more theoretical than practical when it comes to knowledge. I also feel that is important for me to help others, especially when it comes to school, but also feelings and make others feel heard (while possibly giving them solutions to their problems if I can). (I also really liked chemistry at school☠️) there are a hundred more reason as of why but it’s hard to explain in english plus I’ve outed myself ENOUGH ☠️☠️ HAHAH

yeah no you're right. that's a pomefiore if I've ever seen one, you would have to transfer if you ever got put in another dorm. I can't think of anything to say!!! this is peak pomefiore

[toomanyideasandfandoms]

I've been reading some of the Death Seeker Creator content, and was wondering what exactly was the appeal for them? Even if their sanity is fractured, the desire to live would be an instinctual drive for the Creator to avoid it. Then I realized: when a person is in a life or death situation, the body releases a shit-ton of chemicals into the nervous system due to the fight-or-flight response. Adrenaline, cortisol, all that junk is being flooded into the Creators system each time right before they die.

Could they have become addicted to the feeling? Is the Death Seeking Creator now the equivalent of an adrenaline junkie going to mad lengths to get their fix?

That essentially is the answer anon, relatively speaking. It's hard to fully explain it without getting into why I written this au and why (I assume) others enjoy it just as much.

The fact of the matter is, most aus I've seen, while beautifully written and amazing to read, don't really take their writing to a certain point. Like you said the will to live is instinctual, but that will can be broken. I wanted a creator that had that will broken, just at the point of no return in terms of their mental sanity.

While I know I've said there is potential healing from that state, I don't really like or want to focus on it. That part is more so for those who want a happy ending for this au.

But what I enjoy is the pure angst and horror the characters will go through, seeing the one thing they love the most and cherished to the point it was more of a cultish obsession than an actual religious faith wither into nothingness by their own hand. And my main reasons are because honestly, if I was in this sort of situation. I would be this creator. I wouldn't have that spiteful drive to live if every time I ran it only ended in another death.

Though in all likelihood, becoming a death seeking junkie would be spiteful in a way. The thought process would be "if I have to be the one who dies for the god's entertainment, I might as well make it more fun. More gruesome, more...entertaining."

I guess you could say this is just purely...whump? Is, is that the right term? I'm not familiar with it so idk please correct me. Either way this is just me wanting to take the cult side of the sagau to the next step where the characters actions have the worst case consequences. No world ending scenario, but they would prefer it to be that instead of seeing their beloved seek death before their eyes.

That's essentially my reasons, though for those reading please do not assume this means I'm mentally unwell. I am as sound as anyone else who enjoys these fics, I actively advise against getting deep into my au if you at all believe you're meant to die like this creator. You are not, your life is precious and should be taken care of with the utmost respect. Do not put those who love you into that same suffering the characters go through.

Honestly I don't even know if everything I written can fully explain the point of making and reading this au. I actually didn't expect it to pick up like it did, I was mainly dumping it for myself more than anything. I know not many like the more extreme cult aus, which is perfectly fine in all honesty. Even I want some more wholesome aus from time to time depending on my mood.

Sorry if this isn't exactly what you asked, I tend to not really focus on the logical side of things when it comes to fics and aus. I mainly just prefer to talk about ideas and potentially creative things then focus on the details such as the whys.

[supernova3space]

WIP Wednesday: Nova rambles about the WIPs Pt 1

Alright! I shall finally explain my WIPs one by one. Going by the order I made in the WIP tag game, I'll do the first 6 for now.

1. Edge of Fear 2: So the first fic, Edge of Fear was basically a not-so-creative TSoA rewrite of the episode Sonnies' Edge from Love, Death + Robots. As much as I love the first fic, I wanted to be a bit creative so the second fic is a prologue. What happened to Achilles and Patroclus, what did Hector do, how did Achilles finally take his revenge, those are the topics that will be addressed here. This one in particular is pretty emotionally and mentally taxing for me (going into that headspace had me freaking out a lot) but I like it (even if I do take very long breaks from it for my sanity). The trigger warnings are going to be insane with this one

2. Poetry shtick: I just jot down random story ideas here but this doc does actually have a bunch of unfinished and incomplete poems, stanzas that are just existing in the void like islands, waiting for accompaniment.

3. Lifeguard AU: saw a post by Iiktend about a lifeguard AU and was like, hell yeah, sure why not. Achilles is such a SIMP in this one and Patroclus? Well, there's a reason Achilles is simping over him. (Lord knows whether I'll ever finish this lmao I don't know shit about lifeguards)

4. Potrait of Love: Horror! I love writing horror. I used to write horror stories when I was a kid. Satyajit Ray was and still is a huge idol for me. The way he makes even the most mundane things become a cause of nightmares in such an understated and simple tone, gods there is no one like him. This fic, while it is Patrochilles, also has Odysseus playing the main character. Modern AU, Odysseus buys a painting and his life slowly goes to shit. Sadly (not sadly), for Patrochilles to be endgame, Odysseus must SUFFER lol

5. Forest of Lotuses: My personal favourite. I LOVE this one. This has a lot of inspiration from folklore and mythology. Here's how it works. Childhood friends to lovers, all in secret. And btw they can't touch each other. If they do so, they die. Gosh, I love it 😍

6. With the Wind In Your Hair: This one is fun to write because guess what? I'm not going to use a single line of dialogue in this. Trying to challenge myself lol. It's all setting, action and ✨ feels ✨. Basically a retelling of the story of Patroclus and Achilles in small snippets of their life and days. Lots of inspiration from Tumblr lmao (honestly you people are so creative I can't). Happy ending cause I'm a nice person hehe

I'll post the next six probably next week? They are far more interesting than these.

[crimson0lake]

BSD: One Time Sanity

Chapter-1: Worse case scenario

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Warning: swears, mentioned blood, mentioned corpses, mentioned ripped limbs, more swears.

A.n: hello, it been a while since I posted something, but I'm thinking to be more active after the second or third chapter's post. I hope you guys enjoy the tale of gravity siblings!

Ao3

Masterlist and rules

BSD: One Time Sanity Masterlist

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The waiting gets longer and longer my minutes, for some reasons the investigation team couldn't get where he was. What was happening was all messed up and absurd at this point! At first the plane which should have been arrived later landed way more early. This valley was too empty, the investigation team couldn't get where he was, and.. that symbol in the plane...

Did someone possibly know about his past? Was that a prank? A trick? Was he falling for another trap again? But who possibly could knew it? It just didn't sound right

Chuuya breaks out of his thoughts when an vehicle coming by start to be audible. 'finally. It took way too long for them to get back here' he thought as he let out a breath he didn't realise he was holding. It wasn't the best but it was better than being alone with his thoughts now

Fast forward to ten minutes later, the investigation team had arrived to his destination, some quickly gets out of the vehicle and following where Chuuya told them the plane is while others start to take out their materials and equipments from the van.

Yet it didn't took long enough till two of the investigators, who went where Chuuya described, return with a confused look.

—Chuuya-san, are you sure the description you gave us where the plane is?

One asks with slight nervousness that people get when they are talking to a mafia executive.

—Yes. I'm most certainly sure, that is where that plane is located. Why?

Now he was confused too, why were they asking this to him? They should have been found the plane. It just can't be possibly fall into a hole that just opened and closed!

—Cause.. there's no plane.

Or maybe it can.

—What?!

—Theres no plane there Chuuya-san.

The two investigators look at eachother nervously before the other one continues his colleague started

—There's no plane in sight, Chuuya-san. There isn't even a part of plane, or a single proof that there was one there any near time. The grass wasn't even leaned towards or looked crushed.

Chuuya could only listen to the two men explain the valley. But wait, this whole ass plane just couldn't be possibly vanish to thin air! He saw it with his own eyes, the blood, the corpses. He even checked if the bodies were still alive! He remembered that symbol very clearly like it happened just a second ago.

—That's can't be. There was a plane and corpses just moments ago! Do you guys sure you guys aren't forgetting something? Is this some kind of joke?

The two investigators look at eachother again then to Chuuya before one offered him to see the valley himself.

'okay, I'm going go check this thing myself, and that plane would be there.. right?' he started walking the same path he used to go to the valley, slowly walking towards that same place where that reminder of his nightmare was.

Yet his steps stopped in his tracks, eyes widen with shock and confusion. The plane... It really was gone. No trace, no leaned or crushed grass, no blood or any possible proof that plane actually was there!

—What the fuck... Is happening..?

His mutter to himself didn't last long as he checked his phone again, when he last tried to call investigation team from this valley, his phone couldn't work right and he couldn't make a call.

Yet another answer was right infront of his eyes, his phone was working clearly well and his connection was clear as it never been.

'What the fuck is going on? Is this some kind of prank?!' there shouldn't be anymore explanation to this situation than a prank, right? I mean, a whole big ass plane disappearing in 35 minutes or so, no trace of it left, his phone was working as well as always...

'No, the plane was just here! It was here! It should have been... here... What's going on with this valley?! Is someone playing pranks on me?! That ugly mackerel isn't this cruel to use that nightmare against me!? So what-..'

—What the fuck is going on with me..

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—Chuuya-san, can you explain what happened there again?

Chuuya was looking calm as always, he opened his mouth, repeating the same words for the second time to his boss. That incident really take a roll on port mafia. Not only they lost many very important documents about port mafia and it's doings, whereabouts, they also lost many important and dangerous weapons was in that plane.

—Yes boss. I get to the destination at the decided time. Yet the plane was already landed. I went to greet our guests and take them to the port mafia base, I knock on the door with the decided code but there was no answer. I repeat the process three times before using my ability to open the door. The seven men in the plane was dead, alongside with the plane crew and pilots. I checked everyone there. There was no vitals. There was so many blood on the walls. The documents were long gone. There was no connection so I had no choice but go back down

Chuuya clench his fist that he is holding with his other hand behind his back as he come to that part

—I go back from the path I used to go there to call the investigation team. It took about 25 minutes for them to come there. It took ten minutes for the first part of the team return. They told me to the disappearance of the plane and how there wasn't even a plane been there to begin with. I went to check it out, and after that is the same as me and others described.

Mori placed his hands back on the reports infront of him with a half serious and half calm look.

—That is certainly a weird scenario. The valley, it does not look there was a plane even slightest. Also investigators reported that they found no blood soaked in dirt or on the grass as well.

Chuuya could only bite inside his cheeks and clench his fist, digging his nails to his palm with the same memories flashing back at him from that moment and his past.

—Hm.. Do you know about the werewolf game, Chuuya-san?

The gravity manipulator looks at his boss with a calm and serious gaze before speaking

—No, I don't, boss.

—Well, this scenario is just a bad replication of that game.

The executive let's out a silent confused sound before he quickly regains his composure.

—In that game of Werewolf that children often play. There would be two werewolfs and a doctor. Others would be villagers and no one would know who is who. The doctor have to keep themselves hidden so werewolfs won't try to kill him. While werewolfs would decide to kill one player each part of the game. The main topic of that game is, strong and well actions can even hide the beasts and murderers, while weak and off guard ones gets framed for their crimes.

Chuuya was still confused to his boss' words, he didn't understand it fully yet he get the idea. After Mori had finished he spoke again, selecting his words way more careful than always.

—So the men who were killed were on villagers. Those who killed them thinking they are werewolves. And trying to get someone framed, and that someone is being me.

—Just like that, Chuuya-san.

Mori smiled again with his that same dark and serious smiles yet there was a power just his smile holds..

He takes some reports and documents from the pile on his desk and places places to side

—I want you to find who is this bold to be port Mafia's enemy and bring them to me, alive and in one piece. You may go now.

Chuuya could only nod and take the reports and documents placed to side of his boss' desk. He bowed down before leaving the office with the documents.

Whoever was messing with mafia had get their hands in the worst case scenario now. They rather be careful or their heads won't be in place soon.

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—I don't even wanna know how the fuck is our coffee machine is broken... And why the fuck there's a arm in the trash bag?

The younger boy shrug his shoulders as he slowly suck the candy in his mouth

—Dunno? Why is our coffee machine is broken, Hermano?

The older boy rubs his templates before sighing, he was using his last patience with this... Creature.

—First thing first. Don't use random Spanish words in a normal sentence, this is irritating me cause I cannot understand you most of the time. Second, are you going to completely ignore the fact there's an whole ripped apart ARM in our trash bag?!

—Might crawl itself there.

—so you arent technically disagreeing you ripped someone's arm out.

—Im not agreeing either.

—You know what? IM GOING TO KICK YOUR DAMN ASS FOR BREAKING MY COFFEE MACHINE, YOU LITTLE SHI-

There goes the last patience.

[wyntereyez]

Over the weekend, I made a few posts about my family driving me crazy, but never explained anything. I think I'll do that now. So here's another Screaming into the Void.

I spent the weekend in North Carolina, in a mountain town, visiting my Dad and his wife. He'd just had knee replacement surgery not quite two months ago, and wanted to see his children.

I didn't want to go.

I even had an excellent excuse not to go, what with my job not giving enough hours and barely scraping by with my bills. But, no, for some reason, there is a direct flight from here to there for under $80 round trip, and my Dad offered to buy the ticket. I had no real excuse to refuse. So I went along with it because a) he's been nagging me to visit and at least this wouldn't cost me anything and I could get it over with, and b) unfortunately, I've been conditioned to be a good little doormat with my family.

My sister was also going. She was even texting me about how excited she'd be to see me, and how we could stay up late and 'girl talk.'

I just told myself, "At least there would be waterfalls." Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, right?

Sure.

Now, my family isn't intentionally cruel. They're just somehow oblivious to how much they just don't understand me, and manage to constantly say things that get on my nerves.

We of course couldn't go a whole weekend without my Dad saying, "You're just like me" about something he wildly misinterprets and I'm not like him at all. In this case, it was traveling. I'm always a little 'off' after a long trip, which makes me a bit listless. I was also unenthusiastic, which had more to do with this particular trip than traveling in itself. But, my Dad thinks I'm just like him about traveling, that I don't like doing it. Before he met his current wife, his vacations were all staycations, and any trips he made were work-related. After meeting her, he'd drive down to see her (he was in Michigan at the time and she was in NC). That was the only traveling he did, and he was content not to have to do more than he needed to.

I, in contrast, have flow to England for a convention. Twice. Our views on travel aren't the same.

There was also the CONSTANT joking about how my sister should bring her children down and I could babysit them. Even my sister's husband said this during a video call she made to him and the kids. I heard this at least half a dozen times in two days. They'd all laugh when I snarl "No." Because my aversion to taking care of others due to caretaker burnout is funny to them. My Dad even joked I should have come down and help take care of him after his surgery when he was grouchy and in pain.

I don't care how terrible I sound, I just can't take care of any of them ever again without losing the last of my sanity.

And then there was how they just didn't listen.

I was there a year ago for their wedding. With Dramamine, I was okay in the mountains. Unfortunately, right before leaving, I realized I was out. I figured I'd get some in North Carolina. But my Dad assured me he had plenty, and he'd give me some. Fine. Cool. That saves me money.

Except...my Dad ignored me asking for Dramamine until about ten minutes before we left to see some waterfalls on Saturday morning. Now, Dramamine needs about an hour to start working. I wanted time for it to, you know, actually be working before getting into a car.

Nope.

And oh, did I pay for that.

For the wedding, I rode in the back of my Dad's truck, which is, shockingly, a big F150. *eyeroll* I'd had my own supply of Dramamine which I took when needed, and I was fine.

This time, my Dad couldn't really drive far, so we took his wife's car.

Five minutes on those mountain roads - which didn't even take us out of their subdivision - I was feeling nauseous. I was overheating and clammy and trembling. We stopped at a gas station, because I'd needed a soda for the caffeine, and I'd made the mistake of mentioning I got caffeine headaches if I didn't have any, and my Dad's wife decided that was what was actually wrong and that I should try chugging my soda and ignored my insistence that it was motion sickness.

I KNOW MY BODY BETTER THAN YOU DO.

I kept getting worse, my Dad's wife asked my Dad how long it typically takes for Dramamine to kick in and he said it usually started working around then. For him, maybe. Also, why does it not occur to you that I want it to work BEFORE I get motion sickness and PREVENT it?!

Long story short, I ended up projectile vomiting. Which I'd never done before. Fortunately, it was on the side of the road. Even after that, they were asking if I felt better now and wanted to try more waterfalls.

Um, NO?!

So we went back to the house. They ignored me when I said I was fine with them showing my sister around and leaving me alone, but I guess they didn't want me to feel left out.

Please, PLEASE, leave me out.

The next day, they wanted to try again, to a closer location in my Dad's truck. I was reluctant, which you would think would be understandable.

But I agreed, because I am Good Obedient Daughter. And once again, my Dad didn't give me the Dramamine until right before we left, this time because it was an impulse decision and they decided they were going NOW.

(My Dad has always been very good at telling me we're going places right before we're going. I've never had time to actually properly get ready.)

This time, we were going to a tourist site that lets you pan for gems. Which, okay, that's kind of awesome, but you want to know why they chose it?

Because of a meme I put on Facebook about adults never sharing their favorite rocks.

A meme.

I can never post anything on Facebook again, because apparently anything I post is either a dig at family, or a huge part of my personality, rather than a freaking MEME.

It turns out, the truck does indeed make me less sick. And the tourist place was close. By the time we got out, the Dramamine had had enough time to do its thing, and I was fine.

I still refused to take another trip that day, though.

I was also forced to socialize with my Dad's wife's son and his wife. I know he's technically my step brother, but we're all adults and have barely interacted, so he's nothing to me. But I had to listen to his full medical history, because it apparently fascinates him. And small talk gives me anxiety, because I'm used to being misunderstood, bullied, or having it shared with complete strangers. I'm in a constant war between wanting to share fun things, and holding back because it never goes well for me.

Meanwhile, I couldn't even eat half the dinner because it had two vegetable dishes that I have texture issues with.

These last two are, admittedly, 'me' issues.

The last fun bits? My Dad and sister were already planning a big summer visit, and assumed I'd be coming as well. At no point was I asked. They also talked about how they'd considered a Michigan visit in which I flew to North Carolina, then drove up with them. In the car that tried to kill me. Again, a trip they never asked me about, and one in which I'd have no control and be completely reliant on them.

My Dad also mentioned he was hoping we'd fall in love with this area and all eventually move there, too.

No. No. NO. You literally live on the side of a ravine. You get icy roads. I would be in a constant state of anxiety. And illness. I don't thrive in isolated areas. Do you know me at all.

Oh. And the girl talk my sister mentioned? She was playing on her phone most of the time. Only some of that was because she was talking with my nephews.

So yeah. My family isn't intentionally terrible, but I'm too broken for them to handle.

[ripp3dh3art]

The Villain Arc. - Ch.2 The Genesis.

The past few days, I've been preparing myself for what's to come in my courses. I've never been more excited than I am right now. I even got offered a room in the building across from headquarters for hero trainees. Koa did give me a heads-up a day or two ago about the rundown that will take place in class. No pressure since she really does want me to leave a good impression on the professor and the higher-ranking heroes she works with. Our class consists of six students, including Tora and me.

Heroes are all placed in different-letter ranks depending on what class they belong to as well as their skills. The more you contribute to helping keep everyone safe, the higher your rank goes. We do live in a society where people who don't possess any form of ability are able to get a spot in the hero world, even if it is riskier for them. They devote themselves to making the world a better place.

The reason it really mattered to me about getting into this course was because, growing up, I was given up by my own father and left with my very ill mother, who didn't have very much time left. He blamed me for leaving us because he feared my ability. According to my mother, my ability was a curse and nothing close to a blessing, and she punished me for it. Yet I still know that, deep down, she loved me in her own way. Well, that's what I kept telling myself for the sake of my own sanity. The thing is that after my mother passed, Tora's parents decided to take me in as one of their own. They showed me what it is to be loved and wanted, which filled my heart with warmth. Tora and I were raised to believe that even though some may look down on us, we will always have the choice to close that gap and stand with them, not against them. Things didn't start taking a turn for the worse until we started the academy. 

One day after class, we decided to walk instead of taking the bus home since it was packed because of the rain. One thing led to another; we ended up getting followed, and I got slammed against the wall by one of our classmates while the others went after Tora, making her fall to the ground, and that was what struck a nerve in me. 

My mind went blank. 

I will never forget the look on Tora's face at how terrified she was—not by them but by me. What I was told is that the reason my ability got provoked was because of the burst of adrenaline that went through my body, which kicked me into an instant fight or flight mode, making me fully lose control. That's why I will do anything in my power to be able to control it. That's a promise I'm willing to make. I will become one of the world's greatest heroes to show that nobody can hold you back other than yourself.

I finished getting dressed, wearing one of my black dresses and my favorite platform boots. Once I was outside, I checked my phone to take a quick peek at the time. With 40 minutes to spare before class starts, a quick breakfast wouldn't hurt. It sounds like a plan; maybe I can bring Tora something too, since I know sometimes she forgets to eat. I scanned all the small shops near me as I continued walking, my eyes landing on a familiar tall frame making their way through all the people.

Is that no? It can't be. It has to be him.

Before I knew it, my legs had a mind of their own, making their way to him. Where is he heading? Since he's walking so fast at this point, I'll never catch up to him. I noticed him take a sharp turn into an empty alleyway, not knowing where it led, yet I continued running after him. I ended up crashing into someone, breaking my fall. "Are you not watching where you're going?" the man grunted as both of us were now on the ground, not even facing me yet. Panting, I shook my head, blurting out my apologies. "I'm sorry, I was trying to catch up to someone, but I didn't think anyone would be standing here." I tried explaining myself as he turned to face me.

It was him, one of the guys I met the other day, the dirty blonde-haired one who had covered his face just so I wouldn't be able to see him. He smelt nice, nothing like his friend; he had a softer scent; it was earthy mixed in with the smallest bit of cologne. I also had a clear view of his face; he was pale, and his face was slim with tired eyes. His eyes were a soft shade of gray, nothing to do with that dark front he puts on. His dirty blonde hair framed his face perfectly, making his eyes stand out. But something I didn't notice before was that he had a scar on the corner of his lips. I reached over to trace it, wondering what had happened before my wrist was suddenly loosely gripped, snapping me out of thought. His cheeks were tinted a light red, confused by what just happened. Was I about to touch his lips? I could feel my cheeks heat up, but he ended up breaking the silence. "You're sitting on me," he said under his breath. I quickly pushed myself off of him, getting up and fixing myself, and he stood up right after me. 

"Who are you?" I said, staring at him, hoping for a straight-forward answer. He shook his head, beginning to walk away, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I didn't chase after you just to fall on you, so the least you can do is tell me your name," I spoke up, grabbing onto his arm and making him stop in his tracks. 

"Who am I?" He trailed off before looking over his shoulder to look directly at me.

"My name is Rei,"

[eirinstiva]

"I could do nothing alone"

Letter from Carruthers!!! And this time Davies and Carruthers are making the effort to talk to each other not like certain thieves.

I found myself continually trying to see the man through the boy, to distinguish sober judgement from the hot-headed vagaries of youth. Not that I dreamed for a moment of dismissing the story of his wreck as an hallucination. His clear blue eyes and sane simplicity threw ridicule on such treatment.

Carruthers using a microscope to analyse Davies: "Yeah, maybe he spent too much time alone in the sea."

If my theory, as you call it, is right, it’s a case for sharp wits, if ever there was one; so I thought of you.

Aww~ Davies is a mess! Can we talk about how Davies tries to explain everything to Carruthers? His mind is running and that makes difficult to explain his idea, his reasons to call Carruthers and giving an apology. He has a really good opinion about his friend (?) Carruthers.

“It’s a delicate matter,” I mused, dubiously, “if your theory’s correct. Spying on a spy——” “It’s not like that,” said Davies, indignantly. “Anyone who likes can sail about there and explore those waters. I say, you don’t really think it’s like that, do you?”

I don't believe this lie, but if it makes Davies happy, I'll let it pass.

The man’s an Englishman, and if he’s in with Germany he’s a traitor to us, and we as Englishmen have a right to expose him. If we can’t do it without spying we’ve a right to spy, at our own risk——” “There’s a stronger argument than that. He tried to take your life.”

Carruthers and his cold head are really useful here. Davies seems to be more impulsive than Carruthers and has an emotional intensity that needs a more calm and rational approach of the situation. On the other side Carruthers is slowly letting the desire for adventures to fill his soul, same soul that was captured by work.

Let's see how their relationship evolves and if they can keep their sanity.

[pixeldistractions]

And while we’re in Kyle’s tattoo shop, who is that in the other tattoo chair? Andreas? Is he also here to get a break-up tattoo?

But unfortunately, this other artist is in a foul mood, and I don’t think she’s gonna do a good job on something so permanent. Maybe let’s come back to that idea another day.

Seeing Andreas here, in this place, this time, this moment, was a weird coincidence. Especially after Andreas sat himself in the tattoo chair while Jordan was getting his done, like reminding me that I shamelessly abandoned his story, and actually, Jordan is the reason why.

So I just wanted to talk for a bit about Andreas and storytelling and how things unfold when you have 260-something sims all trying to live their lives at the same time.

Andreas and Gwen’s story was just getting juicy (gosh, like two years ago now, spring of 2022!) when I put a big fat pause on it all, and I don’t know if I ever really explained why. It’s not because I wasn’t invested in the characters or where they were going.

But I worried that their stories—Andreas vs. Jordan—were getting way too similar. We have a male main character going through an ugly breakup, prickly (Colette) and/or straight-up psychopathic ex (Gwen), a potential new love interest already established (Maria/Laney), a custody battle over young children (the twins/Luisa), and trying to make a start at a new life. A little spoiler: they each even befriend one of the Phoenix twins (Hayden and Jack). I mean, look at all the shared story elements here!

But in some ways, the two stories, the characters, and the themes are kind of mirror images of each other. Not the same, but opposites. (I won’t say how, exactly, because of spoilers.) I know that now, having spent two more years working on them, but I probably didn’t know that so fully back then. I’m also sure once I do get back into Andreas’s story, it will deepen even more and reveal all kinds of new goodies I never could have imagined for him. Because that’s how storytelling works for me in these drafty stages.

It’s just that, for my own sanity, I really have to finish one to completion before I tackle the other. Not just with these two stories, but with all the stories on my blog. I’ve made a little vow to myself to only tell ONE at a time.

*shrugs* Jordan won. Sorry Andreas.

But that’s actually super cool. Because now I’m thinking about all the ways Andreas’s story can be wildly different, while still maintaining its same origins. I’ve got some cool ideas.

I think also, at the time, I imagined Jordan’s story would be much simpler to finish than it ended up being. I was thinking like 6 chapters and done, whereas now, between both story sets, we’re looking at about 20 chapters to finish everything.

Goddamn plot bunnies, breeding all over the place. Novelists are gonna novel. I should know better by now. That will be my rule going forward: however long I think it’s gonna be, multiply by three!

But it’s all good. Everyone will get their turn in the end, but I have to protect my sanity in the process, and all the voices in my head can fight over whose turn is next. 🙃