#poor nonnie

[darkfictionjude]

Let me borrow some money real quick so I can play early access Ill pay you back in robux and transformers lore???

🥺

👉👈

So technically I’ll be paying for the early access? 😭😭😭

[ramp-it-up]

Stop reblogging your shit ass work

I’ll get on that right away.

[whataterriblethingscommasdrawing]

Evil chuckles

[nani-nonny]

THE MENTAL IMAGE OF FUTURE LEO VS LARS IS SENDING ME MY GUY

A TEENAGER THAT WORKS FOR MINIMUM WAGE IN A DONUT SHOP

VS

A LITERAL WAR VET THAT FOUGHT AGAINST OP ALIENS

LARS IS JUST A LIL GUY

[delzinrowe]

REGGIE ROWE // inFAMOUS: Second Son (2014) dev. Sucker Punch Productions

[aller-geez]

hii, saw your last reblog, the bronchitis scenario, and now i need a svelex fic/art about it 🙏🙏

Hey there Nonny! Okay I literally love you sm for this req, bc usually I don’t write dramatic fics, (and granted, this might not be exactly what you were looking for, but I digress…)

But oh my god, this is definitely my favorite Svelex fic to date, although @thekinkyleopard may disagree whenever she comes back and reads the 300 fics I’ve written since she’s been online 😂

It’s not technically a snzfic cause the prompt was about bronchitis, but definitely very whumpy at least •⩊• so I hope you enjoy it!

I also was so excited to post it that I didn’t really draw a cover, I just slapped some text on a gif so there’s that ˙ᵕ˙ 2.5k words

⤹ The prompt nonny is referring to is this one ⤸

This was supposed to be a kind of a follow up for Live, Laugh, Lose Consciousness found here, but doesn’t actually have any context so do with that what you will~

Elex had never been good at handling emotions. Anger? That was easy. Frustration, violence, resentment? Second nature. But this—this tight, twisting feeling in his chest as he sat on their couch, cradling S7en’s overheated, miserable body against him—this was something else entirely.

The kid was burning up, fever pressing into Elex’s skin through the thin, sweat-damp fabric of his hoodie. His hands, calloused and rough from years of fights and harder living, felt clumsy as they adjusted the nebulizer mask over S7en’s flushed face. The mist curled out from the edges, visible in the dim glow of the TV’s silent menu screen. He didn’t know how long they’d been sitting here, but his legs were going numb under S7en’s weight—not that he gave a shit.

The wheezing was bad. Worse than bad.

Every breath S7en managed to pull in rattled through his lungs like broken glass, thick and wet and wrong. It was the kind of sound that made something animal deep in Elex’s gut tighten in instinctive dread. This was bad. Too fucking bad.

S7en stirred against him, whimpering softly in his sleep before a cough wracked through him, convulsing his thin frame so hard Elex had to tighten his grip to keep him upright. The coughing fit went on longer than it should have, deep and raw, until S7en made this awful little sound—like he was drowning. Elex clenched his jaw, shifting his mate just enough to rub slow, grounding circles against his fevered back.

"Easy, dumbass," he muttered, voice lower than usual, almost gentle. “Breathe through it.”

Not that S7en had much of a choice.

His breath hitched weakly, another wheeze scraping its way out before he slumped heavier against Elex’s chest, boneless and exhausted. His head lolled to the side, cheek pressing into the crook of Elex’s shoulder, mouth falling slack with hoarse, congested snores that were barely distinguishable from his wheezing.

Elex swore under his breath.

This was not just bronchitis anymore. He’d seen S7en sick plenty of times—hell, the guy caught everything like a damn sponge—but this? This was the worst yet. Every inhale sounded like a battle, and every exhale took just a little too long to come.

Elex wasn’t a doctor. Didn’t know shit about medical stuff, other than how to patch up a knife wound or pop a dislocated shoulder back into place. But he knew what it looked like when someone couldn’t fucking breathe.

His fingers found their way back into S7en’s sweat-drenched hair, combing through the tangled mess with slow, deliberate motions.

“Geezus fuck,” he murmured, mostly to himself. “You really don’t do shit halfway, huh?”

S7en whined softly in response, shifting just enough to bury himself further against Elex like he was seeking out his warmth. Elex let him.

He’d let him do whatever the fuck he wanted, as long as he just—kept—breathing.

The badger was out of his depth.

He could handle a lot��had handled a lot. Fights. Crime. The constant weight of hiding who he really was. But this? Watching S7en struggle just to breathe in his arms, his chest barely rising before another wet, strained wheeze forced its way through his lungs—this was worse than any fight he’d ever been in.

The nebulizer wasn’t helping. The mist curled and dissipated into the thick air of their apartment, but S7en’s breathing wasn’t getting any easier. If anything, it was getting worse.

Elex gritted his teeth, eyes darting down to the weak rise and fall of his boyfriend’s chest. Too slow. Too shallow. Every inhale was a war, every exhale a desperate, failing attempt to clear the congestion that clung like tar in his lungs.

And he wasn’t winning.

"Hey." Elex shook him gently, trying to rouse him. "S7en. Wake the fuck up."

Nothing.

S7en barely reacted—just a sluggish twitch of his ears, a pathetic little whimper as another round of coughs rattled through his fragile frame. His head lolled heavier against Elex’s shoulder, burning hot and damp with sweat, his body boneless in a way that sent a bolt of pure panic through Elex’s chest.

No. No, no, no. This was bad. So fucking bad.

He pressed his fingers against S7en’s ribs, feeling the sharp, stuttering way his breath refused to move properly, how his body worked too hard for air that just wasn’t coming.

"Fuck," Elex hissed under his breath, his grip tightening.

He should’ve seen this coming. The second that fever started climbing, the second the wheezing didn’t ease up after the first treatment—he should’ve done something. But he’d let S7en convince him it was fine, that he’d been through worse, that he didn’t need to go to the damn hospital.

And he believed him.

Like a fucking idiot.

Another strangled noise clawed out of S7en’s throat, half-cough, half-miserable gasp, and his body jolted weakly against Elex’s chest. His breath hitched. Then hitched again.

And then—stopped.

For one horrific second, there was silence.

Elex’s blood ran cold.

"Sven—!"

A choking, rasping inhale suddenly tore through the quiet, and S7en shuddered hard against him, sucking in air like a drowning man breaking the surface. His hands jerked where they were limp in his lap, weakly gripping at Elex’s hoodie like he was trying to ground himself.

The breath wheezed out of him in a shaky, half-conscious moan of pain, his chest rising in uneven, frantic movements as his body fought violently to breathe again.

"Shit, shit, shit—stay with me, kid, come on—" Elex muttered, shifting to get a better hold on him, his own heartbeat a rapid-fire thud in his ears.

S7en was barely clinging to awareness, his lashes fluttering against fever-flushed cheeks. His lips, normally some shade of cocky smirk, were pale—too pale.

Elex had seen enough.

Fuck stubbornness. Fuck whatever argument S7en was gonna put up when he got dragged into the ER. They were going.

Now.

With an iron grip, Elex hooked an arm under S7en’s legs and lifted him like he weighed nothing—because right now, in this state, he did.

S7en groaned weakly at the sudden movement, head lolling against Elex’s shoulder. His tail, usually flicking with irritation or mischief, just hung limp.

Elex’s jaw clenched.

"Yeah, I know," he muttered, adjusting his hold as he strode toward the door. "But you don’t get a choice, kid."

And with that, he kicked the door open, disappearing into the cold, night air, S7en burning fever-hot against him the whole way down to his car.

Elex barely registered the sound of the car door slamming shut behind him as he maneuvered S7en into the passenger seat. His grip was too tight, too urgent, his fingers digging into S7en’s burning skin as he wrestled the seatbelt across his trembling frame. His breathing was still so wrong—fast and shallow, like his body was trying to compensate for what his lungs refused to give him.

“Stay with me, kid,” Elex muttered under his breath, fumbling with the belt buckle before finally clicking it into place. S7en didn’t respond. His head lolled against the window, his fluffy ears twitching slightly but otherwise unmoving.

Elex didn’t like that. He didn’t fucking like that.

His breath was coming fast, sharp through clenched teeth, but the only sound he was really hearing was the wheezing. The sick, labored pull of S7en's breath, like a fucking broken accordion barely holding together.

“Fucking hell,” Elex snarled under his breath, slamming the door shut hard enough to rattle the frame before bolting around the hood of the car and throwing himself into the seat. The keys shook in his hand as he shoved them into the ignition—too hard—the metallic clang echoing through the car before he twisted them with a forceful jerk. The engine roared to life, but Elex barely heard it over the pounding of his own heartbeat.

A string of curses tumbled under the badger’s breath as he slammed the gear shift into drive and tore out of the driveway, the tires shrieking as they lurched forward. He wasn’t supposed to be driving, but fuck that. Fuck everything.

He wasn’t about to let this stupid, stubborn cat die on him.

His hands were white-knuckled on the wheel. His eyes kept darting between the road and S7en, glancing over every few seconds to make sure he was still breathing.

His chest still rising? Yeah. Okay. Fuck.
But how long could he keep that up?

"Just hold on, S7en," Elex muttered, foot pressing harder on the gas. "We're almost there."

S7en had been so still, so out of it, that when he suddenly sucked in a sharp, shuddering breath and jolted forward with a strangled choke, Elex nearly swerved off the road.

"Geezus—!"

S7en gasped again, curling in on himself, his orange ears flattened completely as his claws scrabbled weakly across the fabric of his seatbelt. His breaths were shallow, coming way too fast, way too wrong.

Panic.
He was panicking.

"Hey, hey, hey—Sven—!" Elex reached over without thinking, resting a firm hand against S7en’s chest, feeling the uneven, frantic rise and fall beneath his palm. "You're okay. You're alright, just breathe, babe. Breathe slow."

S7en blinked blearily, his pupils blown wide in the dim glow of the dashboard. His chest stuttered with another ragged breath before he whined, soft and miserable. "Elex…?"

"Yeah, yeah, I got you," Elex said quickly, eyes darting back to the road for a split second before locking onto him again. "We're going to the ER."

S7en’s expression barely shifted, but the little furrow between his brows made Elex know the argument was coming before the hoarse words even left his mouth.

"’m fine," S7en rasped, his voice barely audible over the sound of the road beneath them. "Don’t need the—"

"Bullshit."

The word came out sharper than he intended. But Elex was done pretending this was fine, that this was something they could just ride out.

S7en flinched at the tone—then slumped back into the seat, squeezing his eyes shut.

He tried again, weaker this time. "Elex—"

"You can’t breathe, S7en."

Silence.

S7en coughed, a horrible, wrecked sound that rattled through his frame and left him panting for air. When he finally opened his eyes again, something had changed in them.

Realization.

Defeat.

And finally—reluctant, unspoken acceptance.

Elex swallowed hard. His grip tightened on the wheel.

S7en didn’t argue again.

Elex was driving like he stole the damn car, which—okay, he had stolen plenty of cars in his life, but S7en’s wasn’t one of them. Still, right now, it felt like he was outrunning something worse than the cops. He was pushing the speed limit, weaving through empty streets with white-knuckled fists, but no matter how fast he went, he couldn’t outrun the rasping, strained breaths coming from the passenger seat.

S7en’s head lolled against the window, his half-lidded, fever-glossy eyes barely tracking the streetlights as they flashed by. His mouth was parted, sucking in shallow gasps of air that weren’t nearly enough, and Elex could hear the congestion rattling thickly in his chest. Every breath sounded wrong. Too much and not enough at the same time.

Elex tried, just once, to lighten the mood. “Y’know, you bitch at me for my driving, but you’re real quiet right now,” he muttered, flicking a glance over at S7en in the dim glow of the dashboard. “Guess that means I win.”

It was meant to be teasing. Just a distraction.

But then S7en let out the weakest huff of amusement—and it shattered into a coughing fit so violent that his whole body pitched forward, his spine arching against the seatbelt. His face went red, scarlet, as he gasped and choked, his shoulders trembling with the force of each ragged hack. The sound was awful, wet and shredding, like it was scraping raw against his lungs.

“Shit, breathe—” Elex yanked one hand off the wheel, blindly reaching over to rub circles into S7en’s back as he choked. It wasn’t doing anything. It wasn’t helping. Elex gritted his teeth so hard his jaw ached. “Almost there, kid, just hold on—”

They skidded into the ER parking lot a minute later, Elex slamming the gear into park without even turning off the engine. He whipped around to look at S7en, bracing for a complaint about his driving, about whipping the car around like it was some GTA getaway.

But S7en didn’t say anything.

He just slumped weakly against the window, his usual sharp, Cheshire grin nowhere to be found. His pupils were blown wide, dazed from fever, his breaths shallow and barely moving his chest.

That was not right.

“Fuck—no, fuck that—” Elex was out of the car in a flash, yanking S7en’s door open and hooking an arm around his waist, practically hauling him out of the seat. S7en barely reacted, his legs almost folding under him the second he was upright. His tail drooped, heavy and limp, barely twitching.

That scared Elex more than anything.

He half-carried, half-dragged S7en through the sliding doors of the ER, his heart slamming against his ribs. As soon as they stepped inside, the nurses at the front desk immediately jumped to action.

“S7en? Again?” One of them—Lillian, maybe?—was already reaching for a nebulizer before Elex could even say anything. “What are we working with this time?”

“Bronchitis—maybe pneumonia, I don’t fucking know—” Elex snapped, gripping the back of S7en’s hoodie so tight his nails almost tore through the fabric. “He’s burning up, he can’t breathe, he—”

“We’ve got him.”

That was the only thing they had to say before taking S7en out of his hands, guiding him toward a room like this was routine. And, fuck, it was routine. S7en was in here so often that nobody even blinked. They just got to work.

Before Elex knew it, he was sitting in an uncomfortable plastic chair beside S7en’s bed, watching the nurses slip a nebulizer mask over his boyfriend’s face.

The first few minutes were tense—S7en sat there, glassy-eyed and swaying, chest still rattling—but after a while, the mist started working its way into his lungs. His shoulders slumped, his body slowly unwinding, like his muscles had been clenched so tight for so long that he forgot how to not be in pain.

Elex sat forward, resting his elbows on his knees, staring at him in silence. Just waiting. Watching.

S7en’s ears twitched first. Then his tail. Then his orange eyes—bleary, but focused—flicked toward Elex, catching him staring.

“…y’look like you’ve seen a ghost,” S7en murmured, voice still wrecked but a little stronger.

Elex scoffed, raking a hand through his green hair. “…Yeah, well. You weren’t exactly breathin’ a few minutes ago, dumbass.”

S7en blinked slowly, processing. Then, to Elex’s absolute horror, his lips curled into a soft, lopsided grin.

“Worried about me?”

“No.”

S7en hummed, tipping his head back against the pillow, eyes slipping shut. “Liar.”

Elex didn’t dignify that with a response. He just exhaled, leaning back in his chair, his shoulders finally losing some of the tension they’d been carrying for hours.

For now, at least, S7en was breathing.

Elex would deal with whatever came next.

The end 🖤

[ennabear]

hear me out hear me out hear me out.... sevika angst based on amber waves... HEAR ME OUT!!!

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anon you are cruel… why would you ask for this :(

the doc has been made btw… 100k words of sevika angst based on amber waves coming soon btw…

[whatlovelybones-if]

I'm on my knees!! Thank u so much for letting me play as a murder-happy protagonist for once, I'm finally living my true crime dreams. One question, will there be any love triangle routes here? I can't help but think the drama will be extra scrumptious here

thank you, dear bonnie! i exist to present a door of escapism for all you dexter/hannibal/true crime fans out there 🫶🏻

to answer your question: yes, i do have a love triangle route plan and suffice to say that it’s gonna be juicy asf 🤭

at first, i planned to make it between J and sebas but upon reflection, i think sebas will have too little self-confidence to even try pursuing MC when he finds out his opponent is their borderline insane childhood best friend. the real deal will be J vs the detective because J isn’t about to lose to a two-penny hotshot detective and the detective will have too much fun rising to the challenge of making the MC choose them.

do i think it’s going to become an angsty little emotional shit show as everyone gets too involved and hearts break one by one? yes, but i will never turn down a challenge to make my characters suffer as much as possible 😈

[enluv]

in my mind jay’s y/n makes a whole new twt disguised as hoon’s mom and she replies to jay whenever he makes a joke about hoon’s mom and hoon is semi gaslit into thinking his mom and jay actually had a thing together until hoon’s y/n breaks the news that his friends are just evil

perhaps something like this nonnie ?

find my soft launching series here !! ty @hoonvrs for the baby pics of hoon 🫶🏼

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

Please please please tell me that you’re as obsessed with the little sound he makes at 10:29 as I am :’) - just the little ‘mhmm’ and the way he sucks his bottom lip I CAN’T.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=f7ZufuOHiz8&pp=ygUVQWxleCB0dXJuZXIgaW50ZXJ2aWV3

just seconds before the poor man got called a tart 💔

no for real though i am obsessed with it the way i am obsessed with all his little non verbal encouragers, and the way he kind of savours the sound of them as he utters them?? (he does the same with certain words too and i am if possible even more obsessed with that 😭) but yeah, i feel like there’s definitely an undertone of irritation or impatience here that gives this little 'mhmm' a slight edge - which, jesus christ. is NOT surprising given the literal everything about this interview. but yeah, i love how much expressiveness he injects into that one little sound. i love HIM 😭😭

[navybrat817]

Miss Navy, is it true with kids that you never go to the bathroom alone?

Nonnie, I went to the bathroom a few minutes ago and my daughter burst into the room to tell me that my hubby ate all the Christmas Twix. So, it's at least true for me and I have plenty of other examples. 😂 One day I'll know peace.

Love and thanks. ❤️

[akkpipitphattana]

Timeline investigation continued - in ep 4, Fadel says the cops were after Kant for years before they caught him, and we know his arrangement with the Captain isn't a new thing, AND we also know he started his life of amateur crime in order to support Babe, ergo! The parents' death must have pre-dated all of that, which definitely suggests it was a while back...

yeah it definitely suggests it was a while ago. i will also say i think the flashback we got of kant where we all said “wow he looks like yok here” was kind of intentional, not just as an obvious nod to another one of first’s characters, but because yok is a lot younger than kant - i don’t think he had an exact age, but i assume he was at oldest 22, because he was in university. which could imply kant was at most 22 when he did get caught. that is if i’m right it being an intentional nod but idk! regardless, yeah i think it has been a long time and regardless kant definitely had to have been pretty young

[goodeapple]

goode, PLEASE can i have a crumb of SOMETHING about modernday!Aemond 🧎🧎

this was yummy, i love it

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“did he ever fuck you like this? your little lap dog you left behind in the snow?” 

aemond is lucky that he has fast reflexes- he dodges ysilla’s head from connecting with his mouth as she rears back. the growl of frustration she lets out makes him grin. 

“shut the fuck up about him, aemond.” 

his name on her lips makes him tremble, and he hides the shaking of his fingers as he squeezes her hip. and then he’s inside her and ysilla forgets how to breathe. 

“fuckkkkk, I missed this.” aemond moans into her neck, burying his nose in her hair as he fucks her like a man possessed. ysilla’s whole body is his to control, his to manipulate, his to fuck. how can she think she’s allowed to see other men? 

when it was him that popped her cherry? split her open on his monster of a cock and made her squirt all over his year ten bed? aemond still rubs one out to the memory of that night, how absolutely unhinged they were together, finally away from their families, friends, any soul that knew them. how he had fucked silli so many times that she cried the morning after in the shower, and she had to ice her battered cunt with a bag of frozen peas. that the moment she felt better, he had her warm his cock as he gamed, thrusting every few minutes or hours, whenever he deemed fit, before finally giving in and absolutely plowing her over his coffee table. 

“noooo, don’t stop, don’t stop.” ysilla begs, reaching blindly behind her until she grasps the back of aemond’s neck and pulls him down to her level.

he’s a whole head taller than her. not that it’s her fault- aemond is a string bean, has been since thirteen and she’s a very graceful 5”6 and a half. the freakishly tall gene must come from the hightower in him, even though alicent is shorter than even herself. 

his chuckle is low and hoarse as he buries the vibration of it into her temple. 

“nmmmm, that’s good. tight as hell, baby, like a fucking virgin.”

it brings back good memories. how many times had he laid her out in the backseat of his audi, and pushed her in half until her feet dangled over his shoulders? moved whatever scrap of lace/cotton/silk she picked out that morning until he could palm the puffy slick folds of her pussy. there's a reason he keeps his detailer’s number in his favorites. ysilla fucking creams when he gets her going. she soaked his headliner once when he finger fucked her with his middle and ring, and spread her open with a pressing hand at the back of her thigh. tt was like he was unwrapping a present. plus, he had to present her nicely- otherwise the video wouldn’t be as good. 

he hasn’t seen it in over seven months- it's buried somewhere in his snap memories. he won’t watch the shit he shot of her if they aren’t together.

but if he were to watch it, he would barely even have to jack off before he busted all over his chest.

[teecupangel]

*Jumps through the window* Desmond after sacrificing himself is thrown into the time of Bayek (Maybe like a Yew Branches?). Maybe because of Issue technology or some bug of the Eye he becomes immortal and is know by the assassins as this hooded figure of the legends. There are record of people that saw him at the important moments for the brotherhood or is mentioned to give some forgotten knowledge or advice to people...... i just want people to think that Desmond is this badass figure in brotherhood history, when in reality he is sweating his ass and is full chaos mod.

*Jumps out of different window*

*stares at the only window in their room wondering how the hell nonny was able to fit thru that*

*rummages all over the blog for that specific ask that does have immortal!Desmond in it*

*search of immortal or mask does not yield the ask*

*ask for help from duckduckgo instead of tumblr’s sucky search bar*

Lo and behold!

Immortal!Desmond ask that I answered using sorta-kinda Outsider POV

He’s more or less deitified in that ask so it’ll be super funny to think that he’s making such a big impact in history and is known as an absolutely powerful figure and they all think he’s cool but, in reality, he’s flying by the seat of his pants.

Oh, don’t get him wrong.

He had sorta an idea of what to do.

But that’s because he went to Altaïr first and Altaïr felt both sorry for the fact that he has no idea what to do and annoyed by the fact that he has no idea what to do so the two of them spent most of their time just planning Desmond’s next moves for the next 600 years or so. 

Then Ezio came along and Leonardo was able to make sense of all his ramblings about techs he and Altaïr sorta started and kinda finished.

Edward was purely by chance, and he will never let down the fact that Edward had found him by fishing him out of the waters while he went diving for treasures.

Okay. Haytham becoming an Assassin was intentional. Matchmaking was not his strong point and he always fucked that up so badly because all his meddling only made Haytham and Kaniehtí:io sorta-kinda hate each other. Bless Edward for being able to fix that.

Desmond was only planning to take a vacay for a bit. That’s why he joined Shay. Realizing that taking out the POE would be bad? Yeah. That was unintentional. Making Shay freak out because he was freaking out because that POE looked ready to just drop off its container like the little bitch that it was? Yeah… definitely not intentional. Desmond and Shay swore never to talked about that incident. 

In Desmond’s defense… He didn’t help Arno broker peace between the Assassins and Tempalrs. That was all Arno and his supporters. Desmond had been… preoccupied by de Sade’s writings to actually be of any help. Oh. Well, Desmond guessed he did take the Sword of Eden and beat Germaine on the head with it while Arno was busy with the negotiations and trying to pretend that he hadn’t been banging the new Grand Master of the Templar Order for years now. 

Desmond would like to stress that he didn’t provide council to the Frye Twins. Unless one counts “Noooo, don’t do that” and “Wh… why are you doing this? No, seriously… talk me through your thought process on how you got to this plan” and, Jayadeep’s favorite, “Uh-huh… and then?”. Desmond spent his entire time in London in Kenway manor, just chilling then Jayadeep would come barging in asking for his help because of the next Frye patented idea one of the twins have. They weren’t bad. It was just… Evie might pretend that she’s good at planning and she is. The twins just see the word improvise as ‘the first thing we think of which is usually the most chaotic thing we can think of’ and double-down on that.

Honestly...

Desmond was already dreading the shenanigans that will happen after he takes this timeline's Desmond Miles under his wings.

But fuck it.

He'd been winging this from the beginning and he'll continue to wing this.

And just...

Hope for the best...?

[stunie]

angst (?) but some fluff with ume going onto that pregnancy thing— i feel like he’d be really anxious if/when he gets you pregnant regarding his past. like you thought he was overprotective before? you ain’t seen nothing yet.

he’s never letting you alone— he can’t be there? higari is helping you with chores. tsubaki is taking you shopping. suo is helping you research baby stuff. momose is coming over to help you decorate your nursery.

ume’s with you at every appointment, he cries when you first hear the heartbeat, he loves cuddling against your stomach, even before you have a bump, and he talks so softly to the baby

he does start having nightmares again regarding his parents, and he tries to hide it from you, but the bags under his eyes tip you off and you two end up having a serious convo and work through it

you’re also not really allowed to leave your place whenever there’s activity in town? word on the street is some rival gang’s coming in? someone’s “casually” coming over to hang out (read: babysit)

that’s all i got for now have a good one :)

nonnie thank you!! for sending me this >: sorry it took me so long to get to!!! i read this when i was half asleep and i kind of teared up 😭

i absolutely agree with this take. family is so important to him, and the others coming in to help is just… so precious. i think a part of him would be worried even if the others are with you. it just crosses his mind every now and then, something like “i hope everything is well! i hope she’s smiling right now.”

him cuddling against the bump and lowering his voice around the baby … ): i also think he would love to read !! even if you’re pregnant, he’s nestled up beside you, voice as quiet as he can make it when he reads a lil story aloud for the baby, smile tugging at his face when you lean over to give him a kiss.

[reginarubie]

Interesting theory but it'll make more sense as a jonrya than jonsa given that it was in Arya's pov. Why do you always do that, you have good concepts but it gets ruined when you bend it to jonsa. Like Arya is clearly the girl in gray and now she was taught how to bring back her husband with a spell!! Could it get anymore perfect? Whatever I'll just use this for my own jonrya theory and maybe if you see it you'd actually understand what it's about

Actually yes, it could be very much more perfect 😂😂😂😂 but have you ever considered you or any other jonarya haven’t come up with it because… it has no kind of pertinence with jonarya?

Food for thought, I guess, isn’t it?

Have fun skulking around the jonsa fandom and sulking, and stealing, I guess. To each their own thing!

Have a good day.