#she did only after marriage i think bc it was the time when u can finally relief bc it's over

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

i know that when carlo suddenly decided that he needs to marry guy made a whole list in his head n like had a deadlines n shit. like it was some kind of a task he needed to do

[silvercloverr5]

Can I pls request some really fluffy headcanons about married life with lupin pls?❤️‍🩹 maybe with a reader who can’t keep her hands off him (but in a fluffy way, like she just likes to feel him near, so there’s a lot of hand holding, holding onto his arm, hugging/cuddling, etc.) and he doesn’t complain bc he’s a big sweetheart and is exactly the same.

Thank you so much💞💕

Ofc u can my love!!! Sorry it took me a while to get to this, Here u go <3

Married life headcanons ~ R.J.L

Sometimes, after marriage, couples get sick of each other and get less and less affectionate as time goes on. That did NOT happen with you and Remus. I think I’ve said before that Remus is hesitant to cuddle anyone at first, the only people he trusts being Sirius, James and Peter.

I imagine that when Remus began to trust you, it was also the moment he solidified in his mind that he was going to marry you some day. It was after a full moon, his body sore and broken, James was getting a little bit too boisterous, and you snapped at him with a protective tone Remus had never heard you use before. Your hand was on his thigh, and he swore he felt his brain turn into mush. That was when he knew. Sirius was the only one who noticed the changing sparkle in his vacant eyes. He smirked knowingly, watching his best friend’s uncharacteristically wide eyes envision his future with you.

I think after the wedding, you two slept together. It was passionate, and he kept growling “mine..” over and over. Even the wolf in him claimed you as his and his only. The boy was in love. You fell asleep slumped over his chest while he used one hand to hold his book and one to pet your hair. Once he finished reading, he spent 20 minutes or so gazing at your peacefully sleeping form. You looked like an angel; you were an angel in his eyes. Tears glided down the scarred apples of his cheeks, and he didn’t even bother to wipe them away. He vowed to look after you always: you were his now. Always.

He didn’t fail to notice your everyday clinginess. It overwhelmed him at first, not being used to physical affection at all, but soon, he found himself seeking it out. When you sat beside him on the sofa, if you weren’t immediately all over him, he soon learned to shuffle closer to you until you gave in and smothered him. One of your arms was always wrapped around him. Your pinkie was always linked with his. If it wasn’t that, it was your hands. You loved to always be touching him. He swears he falls in love again every time you cuddle up to him to fall asleep.

He really is just a big sap. One night, you agreed to a movie night with the marauders, and couldn’t hold back from nuzzling under Remus’s chin again. He pet your back, unable to hold back his lovesick smirk. “God, can you two tone down the PDA?” Sirius joked with a huge teasing grin. “Wait, no, let me join in.” He said, leaping into the cuddle and nuzzling his head into Remus’s neck on the other side. “Hey! Stop trying to steal my boyfriend, pads!” You cried, swatting at him with a genuine smile. “Hey, hey! Watch the hair, girl!” He yelps, jumping up, laughing. Remus just sits there, grinning and thinking that if he died right now, he’d die happy.

All of the trauma and turmoil he’d endured in his painful lifetime, all of it was worth this sense of safety, happiness and satisfaction that this all gave him. He had his best friends brothers, he had you.

He had you. Remus Lupin was satisfied with the outcome of his life, and with you and Sirius bickering in the background, James laughing, a smile splitting Remus’ beautiful features, he prayed nothing would ever change again.

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[sungstars]

how riize lost their virginities

- anton , he didn’t… he’s either waiting till marriage or he just has no plans too anytime soon, he has no reason too but i heavily feel like he is, he gives off virgin energy im sorry

sohee - he experimented with boys but he hasn’t actually lost it yet

wonbin - he prolly put it in someone but he didn’t like the experience (wonbin asexual king),

sungchan - def had sex multiple times prolly even did it with other idols, he’s too bad

eunseok - he prolly only did it once or twice once he was like 20 but he doesn’t see the need to constantly have sex more than a few times. year, only when he’s rlly rlly rlly horny

seunghan - he’s def fucking girl he prolly fucking RIGHT NOWWWW… i feel like he the type to make u do crazy things just bc the dick is thatttt good like

shotaro - it’s obvious he’s had sex. it’s nothing wrong with duality like ik he has a cute personality but like he’s wayy too skilled with every part of his body (esp his hips) to not be putting it to good use

i’m screaming like this made me laugh out loud when i was checking this blog on my break.. oh this made my day in the best way possible. let’s talk about it. i definitely got a bit off topic in most of these!

content warning: talking about sex, loss of virginity minors dni

anton… well yes! i just think he might not have found the right person to have sex with. i dont think marriage is something that he’s particularly waiting for. if it’s how that works out, for sure! i think that he’s just waiting for the right person that he can trust with something so intimate. i dont think he would be the person to slut himself out, but also i think that would be super yummy if he did. i love thinning about anton with a huge dick and doesn’t know how to use it. he’s definitely a hands on learner so it would be quite interesting having sex with him. he probably would accidentally push all the way in because he got lost in pleasure and apologize for it. 100% virgin but after he loses it… a bitch in heat!

sohee… THIS ONE MADE ME LAUGH IN A GOOD WAY LIKE OH I GET IT SOOO BAD. sohee has definitely experienced sexual interactions with boys. make out with a boy? hell do it. go down on one of his members? yeah he’s done it! but fucking a girl? not yet! they make him soooo nervous. i think sohee has plenty of girls who wanna fuck him… he’s just probably super nervous thinking about it because he wouldn’t know what to do even if it was in his face. i think once he found somebody who would takes their time and guide him through it, he would be ready to sleep with a woman! but it just hasn’t happened yet.

wonbin… i fear that i have to disagree. i think wonbin be fucking just not that often! he gets these spurts of where he wants to fuck any and everybody, but after he feels satisfied, it’ll be a good little bit before he wants to have sex again. i think wonbin is a bisexual king who isn’t picky about gender when it comes to sexual or romantic partners. just my honest opinion about it though! i personally just think that he does fuck a lot of people when he feels up to it! well.. i dont think he has to put it in to have fun. he lovesss foreplay. fingering & oral (giving & receiving), dry humping, handjobs, literally tweak his nipples, sloppy make out session and bite him.. that’s probably what he prefers more so than actual sex.

sungchan… definitely think he’s experienced. i’m not saying he’s easy but if you’re pretty and ask him to fuck… he’s definitely not saying no. sungchan lost his virginity and didn’t look back since. the first time he had sex, his partner was genuinely surprised because she thought he was a virgin? he was!! sungchan is just naturally good at sex and probably also took some notes from amateur porn on twitter. sungchan is definitely a man of pleasure and would prefer to take care of his partner before he takes care of himself. a selfless lover if you will.

eunseok… mm i fear i have to disagree slightly. i think eunseok gets down because he’s a freak nasty bitch. however, i think he prefers to keep it to one partner like anton. eunseok started out as a freak weirdo loser (in a hot way) so when he lost his virginity, he was completely lost and the girl definitely was confused because she thought eunseok would know what to do! looks can be deceiving. however now, i think because he knows what he’s doing, he definitely does fuck somebody frequently!

seunghan… definitely gets down the most out of all of them. i think seunghan is like eunseok & anton in regards to having just one partner instead of sleeping around / seeing multiple people. i think he’s also a freak nasty guy who knows how to use his dick. definitely has girls crazy over him because of how good his dick game is. while i think he has fun fucking, i definitely can see him like wonbin where he likes foreplay. i also think he can be a bit of a selfish lover! sometimes he focuses more so om pleasure than his partner , but when he realizes that’s what he’s doing hell definitely make up for it!

shotaro… FREAKKKKK. FREAK. NASTY. FREAKY NASTY. shotaro gets DOWNNNNN. shotaro has bitches lined up for every day of the week if he feels up to it. his cute persona is a TRAP. you think he’s super goofy and silly, which he is! but in bed he’s fucking nasty as fuck. gag on it! choke on it! cry! hell spit in your mouth and choke you out. shotaro gets down and always leaves somebody wanting more. too bad he doesn’t really see the same person more than twice if he can help it!

end!

[disneyprincemuke]

take my hand * ls2

the princess, to inherit the throne after marriage, is having the hardest time trying to find a man to wed. until, a certain duke of somewhere comes riding in to ask for her hand

pairings: prince!logan x princess!reader

word count: 4.6k

notes: just a short long introductiON!! ugh, there's a lot more to this i think and i'm so excited for this like u cant make this shit up, thank u to the turtle anon who requested this tbh i never would have thought of this my fucking self!! AHHH tell me wht u think bc i spent 3 days drafting and writing this and i'll retire if i dont know what u think of it

(f1 masterlist)

your hands grab your skirt as you move one foot in front of the other. you bend your knees as you curtsy and drop your head. "i hope that you didn't find your stay to be a waste of time, your majesty. i can only offer my sincerest apologies.”

"princess, please," a laugh makes you lift your head with an unimpressed expression flashing on your face, "i told you to call me max. and, it's okay. perhaps we were not the best match."

"truly," you smile, resting your hands on your poofed-up gown that covers your legs. "i do, however, really did enjoy your stay. i learned a lot about the world while you were here."

max glances at the carriage that approaches the front steps that lead to the castle. "text me when you do find the love match you're looking for, princess," he smiles, turning to you politely. "shame that it could not be prince charles."

"do not bring that up. it is unlike me to be so particular of something so... superficial," you laugh, a hand coming up to your mouth. "i'll extend an invite to you for the wedding - if there will ever be one."

"you're absolutely lovely," he straightens his shirt. "i'm sure there will be somebody that will put an end to your long search for a husband."

"a princess can only dream," you shrug. you take a step forward when the carriage stops right by you, mirroring the step he takes to initiate his departure. "texting buddies, okay? take pictures of bangkok for me when you pay a visit to prince alex."

"your wish is my command," max smiles. he holds his hand out to you, palm facing up. "want to hear one more fun fact about geography before i leave?"

you shake your head with a polite smile, lifting your hand and tilting your head as he takes it into his. "please just leave, max. no more fun facts."

"fine. i shall text you one when i arrive in the netherlands," he teases you, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

that was how the week ended for you. you waved as you watched prince max's carriage ride off into the sunset, towards the exit of your castle. you then sigh when he is no longer in sight. you turn around to face the exterior of the castle you called home for the entirety of your life.

at the large doors, your younger brother stands with his arms folded over his chest. "debrief, sister?"

"yes," you mutter, grabbing what you can of your petticoat and skirt, and hurrying up the stairs. "did you manage to sneak sabine in? she has to be there for the debrief."

"in your bedroom with a bottle of expensive champagne and orange juice as per your request," mick mutters, turning on his heel as you pass him at the doors. "before you run off, however, mother looks for you."

"tell mother i am busy," you frown, hastily navigating the long hallway to try and get to your room. realistically, your farewell with max lasted much longer than you would have liked. but, he is now considered a friend.

“sister,” mick says with a bewildered expression on his face. “she will shave my head if i say that to her.”

you grin. “good, then i get to keep my hair.”

“it’s important, she emphasised. something about a new guest for next week.” mick jogs to catch up to you, stomping his foot into the ground when you come to a halting stop. he smiles apologetically at you. “i hate to be the bearer of bad news for you, sister.”

you fight the urge to roll your eyes. your grasp only tightens around your skirt. “another guest so soon? is she so desperate to hop off the throne and ride off into the sunset with father for an early retirement?”

mick sighs and shakes his head. “you know it’s not like that.”

“all i asked of her is that she gives me a week break between all of the men she is throwing at me! i have not had a moment to myself in three weeks!” you ramble, picking up the weight of your dress again. you charge down the hallway. “i’ve barely had the time to listen to the voices in my head, brother.”

“i told you to stop making that joke — it’s not funny!”

“it is!”

“it could very well be existent — the voices in your head. what are we to do if you truly turn out to be a lunatic of some sort?”

mick is ahead of you a couple of steps again when you halt your footsteps. “you’re saying you’d love me less if i were to be diagnosed to be a lunatic?”

he presses his lips together. “i should tell mother about the time you took body shots off of frederik at that one party i snuck you into.”

“perhaps i shall tell mother about your escapades with the help,” you point out. your smile slowly turns triumphant when mick rolls his eyes and takes a step back. “exactly.”

“i’ll see you in your bedroom, devil spawn,” mick says through his teeth. he glances down the hall and turns on his heel. he leans into you slightly with a smirk. “bring laila. tell her i miss her.”

“take the piss, mick,” you scoff. you continue your way down the hallway and make a quick right. the stairwell leading up to your bedroom almost tempts you, but the silence of the hallway makes your mother’s voice briefly flashes in your ear.

you can almost imagine the fallout if you ignored her this time. so you take one more step down the hallway and knock on the door. from the corner of your eye, you can see someone approaching you. “princess.”

you slowly turn your body to face them and tilt your head. “laila.”

“how was the farewell with prince max?” she giggles, hovering behind you as you wait for your mother’s response. “glad to be on your own, i hope.”

“yes, until you realise that i’m here because mother,” you knock again, “has found another bachelor to terrorise me with either his questionable fashion or weird love for countries that are not his own! for the next week!”

the door finally opens, knocking you back a step as the sudden intrusion of your complaints. you were not done rambling on about the failed courtships that you have had to endure in the last couple of months.

“there you are, mother. i was wondering if mick was simply trying to get rid of me by telling me you needed me,” you grumble, walking straight into the tea room she locked herself in. “question: why is mick telling me about another suitor coming in the next week?”

“ah,” your mother smiles. “yes. i’ve been meaning to speak to you about him, but you seemed busy with prince max. actually, i thought i might have to call off the duke of florida.”

you raise an eyebrow and turn to her. “but mother, i need a break.”

she shrugs in return, throwing her arms in the air. she walks back to the table in the far corner of the room where her tea is set. “he is a very busy man, darling.”

“i’m a busy woman!” you shriek, taking all offence to what your mother is trying to imply. “are you saying his time is more valuable than mine? i am a princess, to inherit the throne upon marriage — he is just a duke.”

your mother doesn’t respond, but takes a seat at her table and smiles at you. you glance at laila, standing quietly by the door with her hands clasped together. you turn back to your mother.

“some might say he will only turn out to be my trophy husband if all of this works out the way you want it to!”

“please, watch yourself! is that what you learned when we let you go out to uni?” your mother scolds you with a bewildered expression on her face. “well, it’s no wonder you cannot find a husband. we are running out of eligible bachelors, just to inform you.”

you part your lips, chest heaving as you try and process — yet again — the underlying meaning of her words. “postpone the courtship.”

“i simply cannot. and, it would be rude of me as he is already en route,” she sips on her tea, “he arrives in the morning.”

“i-“ you cut yourself off and take a deep breath. “whatever.” you turn on your heel and march towards the door. “let’s go, laila. let’s have one last debrief before i give in to my true desire to throw myself out of the bloody window.”

“behave, (y/n)!”

you kick your feet up as you pour orange juice into the champagne flute. "kind fernando was fine, actually," you say, pointing at the picture that flashes on the wall of your bedroom. "it's just unfortunate that he was a bit too old for me."

"a bit?" mick scoffs, turning to you. he is on your bed, duvet pulled up to his shoulders, with one of his arms poking out to hold his champagne flute. "he's ten years younger than father, you think he is only a bit old?"

you stare at him. "it's just twenty years - it could have been worse."

"she's deranged," sabine says, half her upper body laying on your bed while her legs are on the ground of your carpeted floor. "don't mind her. so, next failed date."

the picture immediately changes, now prince george of britain is plastered on your wall in all his glory. you sigh and throw your head back into your chair. “this one is just such a shame.”

“that he’s much sassier than you,” mick grins, turning to you. “you reckon he’s…”

“definitely not. he told me he’s in love with a mundt,” you mutter. “but prince alex told me it’s complicated — mundt is arranged to marry someone else!”

laila gasps, turning to you from the corner of the room. "have you got a groupchat with all the royals or something?"

"no, prince alex is just my bestie," you beam, turning back to the screen. "i'd have married him on the spot if princess lily wasn't already with him."

"you don't like prince alex like that," mick mutters, side eyeing you with a small scowl. "if you were so open to marrying friends, why didn't you just marry prince max?"

"because he was born to be irritating." you shake your head. "and i'm not interested in geography like that. i can't have that for the rest of my life."

"okay, but what was wrong with the crown prince of monaco? he was sculpted by the gods," sabine mutters, changing the slide. objectively, he very well could have been the one that ended all of this for you.

but there was something about his odd fashion choices that made you pull away about three days into his stay in the palace. you lied through your teeth about it simply not being a love match, but never told him about the real reason. it just seems quite mean and intentional if you brought that up.

"not his fashion sense," you mutter. you turn to laila. "why are you standing the corner? don't you want to cuddle with your boyfriend who's already made a home out of my bed?"

"no, princess, i'm at work," she whispers, shaking her head. "more champagne?"

"ridiculous," you mutter, pointing at mick. "when we're in this room and those doors are closed, you are my friend. and his secret girlfriend. so please, kick the shoes off and cuddle before i change my mind."

mick grins, pushing the blankets from his torso. he opens up one of his arms for her. "i told you she doesn't care."

"yeah, but i work for her," laila mutters, climbing into your bed hesitantly and snuggling up into mick's side.

you put your drink down on the table and readjust the projector set up next to you, sharpening the quality and readjusting it to ensure that everyone can see the pictures proper. "don't need to remind me i'm single, you guys."

"you should have just given prince charles a chance," sabine mutters with an eyeroll. she looks at you with her lips pressed together. "i keep telling you - that prince was a catch despite the weird fashion sense."

you switch to the next slide. "fluorescent yellow is up next,” you mutter. “prince lando is so funny.”

“i’m going to tell you again, sister,” mick looks over at you, “funny isn’t going to rule your people properly.”

you roll your eyes and take a swig of your mimosa. “he didn’t even want to court me in the first place — his mother talked him into it,” you explain, shaking your head. “we’re mutuals on instagram!”

“are you even allowed an instagram account?” mick laughs, remembering all the lectures you both would received growing up about behaviour on social media.

“i know you’ve got a private one,” you clear your throat, “as do i. it was very handy for uni.”

“true that,” sabine agrees with you, nodding with a wide smile. “i’m your biggest fan. she’s got the most ratchy stuff in there, mick. you don’t follow her?”

“no, we’re not that close,” mick shakes his head with a giggle. “so, prince lando essentially… just isn’t looking to be married so soon?”

“unfortunately not. but that’s absolutely none of my business,” you giggle, sinking into your seat comfortably. you flip to the next picture and hum in satisfaction. “and the latest one to add to our collection.”

“ah, prince max,” mick grins. he looks at laila. “he was lovely, wasn’t he?”

laila presses her lips together and giggles. she nuzzles into mick’s side, resting her head on his shoulder. “he was very friendly. i quite liked him during his stay.”

“as did my sister, i believe,” mick teases. “do you know how many fun facts prince max knows about the world?”

“ah, i’ve spoken to him,” sabine nods with a soft giggle. she pushes herself up onto the bed, stomach down and rests her head flatly. “he was very nice.”

“she snuck you in somehow this week?” mick turns to you. “very defiant, sister. were you not afraid that mother would catch you sneaking a commoner into the palace again?”

you press your lips together and nod enthusiastically. “max wanted gin and tonics.”

“wow, first name basis,” laila teases, covering her lips with her hand. “he was a talkative drunk, my love, but he is very delightful to be with. did you not converse with him when he was here?”

"i was busy with my finals up until this afternoon," mick sighs, shaking his head. "though, i overheard dear sister over there telling prince max he will be invited to the wedding. so, i will see him again."

"you're such a snitch, mick," you grunt as you roll your eyes. "but anyway, i've got a prince something coming in tomorrow for another week of courtship."

sabine lifts her head to look at you. "seriously? did your mother tell you who it is? shall we search him up on google so we can form first opinions before his arrival?"

mick lifts an eyebrow, moving his head to the side while he maintains his judgemental stare at your best friend. "isn't that a bit much?"

you hum. the thought of google searching for the duke of florida is very tempting. while you do typically let sabine go and do her own investigative searches ahead of time for you to assess how much fun you might have in the time of courtship, it feels like this one is too soon to be able to prepare for it.

you reach over to the projector and turn it off, rolling your eyes at the chorus of disappointment that your entourage voices out. "not for this one, i fear," you stand up and readjust your pyjama shirt. "the duke of florida will have to simply remain a mystery to us all until sunrise."

"what?" sabine slumps her shoulders as disappointment laces her words. "but i won't even be here for his arrival. that's unfair, princess! i insist on sticking around!"

you perk up at the suggestion. you clench your jaw as your face lights up with an idea, turning to your best friend with a small smile. "you're right. you should stay, sabine." you turn to mick with a small smile. "she should stay, shouldn't she, brother?"

he raises an eyebrow in response, and you scowl at the way laila is also staring at you in curiosity. "and how do you suppose you will make that possible? mother will not allow."

"but father will," you beam, "father will not say no. he loves sabine as much as he loves me."

mick gives you a thumbs up. "i would never have thought that you were a daddy's girl, sister."

you roll your eyes and head for the door. "i will find father and i shall convince him to let sabine stay."

"oy." you hear a tired voice before your body is shaken. the duvet is pulled up to your back with your face nuzzled into the pillow. "mother asked me to wake you."

"brother, i wish to wake up one day and not have you pester me," you mutter, rubbing your eye as you lift your head.

"you had that the entirety of my semester when i was away for uni," mick laughs. you feel the bed dip and a hand on your shoulder. next to you, sabine lifts her head to glare at mick. "ah, i seem to have woken up your partner-in-crime as well. mother didn't ask for you, only my sister."

"ah, fuck off. you're not the prince of anything to me, mick schumacher, i've seen you hunched over the bathroom with puke on your lips," sabine mutters, slowly sitting up. she turns to you. "are you ready for another potential bachelor?"

"how late did you sleep, sabine?" you hum, sitting up as well. you sigh and lay your weight on mick's back, resting your head on his shoulder. you glance over at her, assessing the shadows under her eyes. "have you even slept?"

"couple hours," she giggles, tearing off the duvet off her body. "i was up all night researching this duke of florida. i'm very excited for my stay in your palace, princess."

mick chuckles, looking over at the older girl that paces around your room. he looks at you and rests his cheek on the top of your head. "i suggest you start getting ready before mother is the one that asks you."

"just give me a minute," you whisper, shaking your head. truthfully, you were just not ready to be courted by another eligible bachelor. while you have yet to meet anyone who would generally make you gouge your eyes out, being courted endlessly for days is just not a very ideal situation.

you never know - the duke of florida might actually might be the one that throws you over the edge.

the sound of heels echoing in the hallway makes you and mick perk up, the tone and the pace of it being too familiar. you hop off the bed and grab the skirt of your nightgown. mick hops to his feet and jogs over to the door. "okay, i shall get up now."

you take a deep breath as you stare at the stairwell that would lead you towards your potential death. you can hear your mother and father conversing at the end of the stairs.

you take a deep breath as you hunch over the railing that grants you a look at your family and the door. it never gets any easier meeting these men of high status almost week after week, hopeful to ask for your hand at the end of it all.

and it doesn't get any easier trying to find gentle ways to reject these men either. they're very receptive to your rejection, which always gives you some sort of comfort when the time comes, but you're sure they are only this graceful about it because you are a princess.

you're very well aware that the average man would not react that way, very telling of your experiences in university. often, your brother would have to come in between, or the bodyguard loitering in the area (that your father insists should always be around) would have to come to your rescue and whisk you away.

"don't be so nervous, sister," mick mutters, appearing next to you with his hands in his pockets. "i'm sure the duke of florida would not be any worse than the other men that have had a go at asking for your hand. otherwise, mother would have never let him stay here with us."

you take a deep breath. "what if he's another," you look around and lean into mick, "loser? what am i to do then?"

mick shrugs with a soft chuckle. he lifts his elbow and offers it to you, gesturing at the stairwell. "then you tell father and i - we shall take care of the rest for you, princess," he taps your hand when you grab onto his arm, "let's go?"

you nod and let your younger brother guide you down the stairs.

"ah, sweetheart, good morning," your father grins when he takes notice of your presence, stretching out an arm to you. mick drops his arm when you approach your father, throwing yourself into his body for a hug. "is something wrong?"

"i no longer feel like being an heiress to the throne," you mutter softly, avoiding the daggers that your mother is shooting at you next to the older man in front of you. you sigh when he pinches your cheek gently. "just a little tired."

he laughs, patting your back lightly. "you will be okay. the first day is always the best." he looks at your mother. "come on, love. cut her some slack."

"yeah, mother," you smile teasingly, peeking at your mother. "what if the duke of florida actually turns out to be a creep this time? i would be the first to say 'i told you so'."

"not before me, i hope," mick mutters from the window sill, covered by the blinds that shield your entryway from the outside. "i think he's here, sister."

"are you sure?"

mick lifts the curtain from his body and turns to you with a frown. "are you expecting any other royal company?"

"i ought to shave your head in your sleep one night, you know," you bicker. you take a deep breath and pick up your skirt and petticoat from the ground.

you turn around and glance at sabine, hiding shyly behind the door to the study down the hall. she gives you a thumbs-up while you sigh and turn back to the door.

"laila," you sigh, your hand slightly coming out to beckon for her to come towards you. "you stayed up with sabine looking into this guy, i hope?"

"yes, princess," she nods firmly, glancing at mick by the window. "he looks decent. but again, pictures on the internet and interviews can only say so much about a person."

"that's what he is here for - to show you who he is," your father smiles, gesturing towards the door.

you take a step back as the grand doors are pulled open for you. you squint your eyes at the sudden brightness of the sun outside and you hold a hand above your eyes to shield yourself away from the sun.

in fact, there's now a carriage pulling up to the front porch steps of the main building in the palace you call home. you step outside, followed shortly by mick and then your parents.

the carriage comes to a stop, catching your breath in your throat as you anticipate who, or what, will walk out to greet you. perhaps you should have let yourself indulge in the google search that your brother did with your best friends.

two men walk out first, and of course you know that neither of them is the man who will potentially ask for your hand. until a young man steps out, sandy brown hair and a polite smile on his face. he catches your eye and does a bow to acknowledge you.

"i suppose he does not look so bad," you mutter under your breath, leaning towards laila who stands slightly behind you. "he looks... like he would be a normal guy."

"i hate to break it to you, sister," mick mutters under his breath.

you hum in response, unsure of what he means. then he takes a step aside from the door while he readjusts the sleeves of his dark orange suit. another man steps out of the carriage, sporting a royal blue motif with the weirdest mix of brunette-blonde for a hair colour. you make a mental note to ask him if he's done anything to his hair as a conversation starter.

"but that's the duke of florida," laila follows up softly. "we've got no idea who the other man is."

your mother takes a step forward with her chin high in the air. she passes you as she starts greeting the two young men. "welcome!"

you turn to your father. "who the hell is that? why are there two of them?" you turn back to the carriage where your mother is now making their acquaintance. "is this a prank, father?"

to which, he only shrugs. "i intend to find out as much as you, princess."

he puts a hand on your shoulder to urge you towards the steps to greet them. as you step down, you can hear mick chuckling. "quite a situation you've gotten yourself into, sister. two suitors at the same time?"

"they fight at dawn on the last day for her hand," laila jokes softly enough for only mick and yourself to hear.

you swat at them from the back of your skirt to hush their giggles, slowly coming to a stop where the men gathered.

"sweetheart," your mother beams, walking over to you. she wraps a hand around your arm and pulls you with her to take a step forward to them. "introduce yourself."

"princess," the unnamed man in dark orange greets you with a small smile. "pleasure to make your acquaintance. prince of australia; i'm oscar."

"ah," you grab your skirt and move your feet in front of the other, "pleasure to make your acquaintance."

the prince of australia - oscar, nudges his friend forward. he straightens his back and gives you a smile, and you notice the way his green eyes sparkle as they stare into yours.

"duke of florida," he whispers, "i'm logan. thank you for having me."

he bends slightly and presents his hand right by yours. you press your lips together as you lift it slightly, just enough to give him the green light to take your hand into his.

you're pleasantly surprised when he presses a kiss to your gloved hand. "i hope i don't waste your time, princess."

you smile as you prepare yourself for another curtsy before he shakes his head. he puts your hand down gently, resting in on your skirt before taking a respectful step back. "you're the princess," he smiles. "no need for that."

you nod. "i'm sure your travel had been longwinded and exhausting. care for some refreshments?"

[madockisser]

“jude and cardan are bully x victim!”

WRONG! let me tell u why! since this cmmt makes my blood BOIL. obviously spoilers for whole trilogy!

first of all, and most importantly, you cannot call them bully x victim bc jude and cardan were not romantically involved til the last book(or the end of the 2nd if u include their marriage), and were only sexually involved in the second.

by the time they were romantically involved, meaning, a consensually formed romantic relationship, was by the end of book 2, which by then, cardan had not in fact been bullying jude.

he had not “bullied” jude at ALL during the second book. i could argue that CARDAN is the victim of jude’s bullying in the second book because she quite literally enslaved that man!(consensually ofc!)

i agree that cardan treated jude poorly in the first book, but he consistently went out of his way to ensure her safety all the while his “friends” actively humiliated and attacked her.

ex: he freed her from her faerie fruit glamour so locke wouldn’t go anywhere with her while she was under the influence, he kicked valerian off of jude while he was trying to kill her, he sent her a coronation dress so that taryn and locke wouldn’t further humiliate her when they announced their engagement, he also sent that dress to protect her from faeries that may be unaware of her social status and try to hurt her, he warned locke against persusing her, he ensured she didn’t drown when his dumb friends tried to drown her. and that’s just the first book.

yes, i agree, cardan put her in shitty spots, but holly black herself said that cardan was “all talk” and he only acts this way so she can finally leave his mind and he can stop having feelings for her. i don’t recall the exact quote but it was in htkoelths, “every night jude haunted him, an absent bite of her lip…”

when they kiss in the first book, that is jude, HUMILIATING him back. “u rly do want me and u hate it” no, they are not madly in love w each other at this point. no, all is not forgiven on cardans part since they’ve kissed.

she weaponizes his feelings for her so she can use him in a plot to protect her brother.

“jude falling for cardan didn’t make sense!”

idk if anyone who has said this just didn’t pay attention or what bc the ENTIREE book jude’s just thinking of cardan LOL.

“wonder what cardan would think of this”

“cardans the hottest faerie ever he’s way better looking than the rest but i hate him sm i can’t breathe” like babe u want him cmon now. oh and not to mention her literally sucking face w locke just bc she wants to get back at cardan since she knows he doesn’t like her w him. plus her kissing locke while her and cardan are having staring contests like ok delusional

“jude didn’t even get revenge!” yes. i HAVE heard this 😭.

jude killed his friend, her father killed nearly his entire family, then jude was like “oh! missed one, dad! haha!” then kills cardans brother, his abuser, but also the one he cared for the most. then again w her placing him on the throne which he desperately didn’t want, and also yknow, their year and a day vow in which she commands him to do her bidding. like ???!

“but cardan exiled jude!”

yeah! he sure did! to PROTECT her! from orlagh! u really think the queen of the undersea would let her ambassador being killed and her only chance at ruling both the sea and the land slide like that, ESPECIALLY after cardan completely put her in her place in front of all of elfhame?? like cmon people!

but he also does this to trick her. “i thought you’d admire me a bit for it.” bc jude tricks ppl. jude tricked him into sitting on the throne. so he tried to impress her by tricking her back in a way that could ensure their futures. and he’d thought she’d understand but babe was blindsided by her feelings of rejection since she likes him sm and is pissed that she for once let her emotions get the better of her. and when she didn’t come back cardan was devastated.

but, all the while knowing exactly where she is but not wanting to invade her private life and wanting her to come back willingly, he grovels like crazy!

“come home and shout at me, come home and scream at me, just come home”

jude and cardan both, against all odds, hated and desired and loved each other, lost each other, and when they were reunited again, they cleared the air and forgave each other. anyway, i could go on, but i’m still finishing my reread so!

but bully x victim my ass.

edit literally months later: why did no one tell me there was a typo in the TITLE LMAO

(these are holly blacks annotations(canon))

[softpine]

ALL THE DIFFERENT GRIFFINS. IM SO. I NEED INFO. SPECIFICALLY ON GRIFFIN WITH A DAUGHTER??? DO U HAVE ANY ACTUAL THOUGHTS ABT THESE DIFFERENT AUS BC IM SO,,,,,

yesssss i would be happy to share each of the griffins lives!! i'll just run through them in order:

[major trigger warning for child abuse, attempted murder, etc. all the typical finn things]

1- inmate: he... did something... that i can't tell you yet... as a kid that got him sent to juvy for a few years. by the time he was released at 18, he had practically no life skills, no formal education, and the only people left in his life were other juvy kids. he tried to make the best of a shitty situation by changing his name, moving states, and starting over, but it wasn't long before he resorted to petty theft to make it by. his crimes escalated until he was eventually caught for armed robbery and sentenced to 25 to life. it was almost a relief to know that he wouldn't have to worry about making decisions anymore. he doesn't feel like he's ever been in charge of his own life, so being in prison is just more of the same.

2- drifter: he's still a teenager here. he successfully ran away from home as a kid, never got attacked, but instead of going to live with his aunt in new york, he's been living mostly on the road and in shelters ever since. he sticks to smaller towns, keeps a low profile, and makes a living doing odd jobs. he's safe, but lonely. asa knowing his name was a huge shock to him, because no one ever cares to ask his name.

3- kid: he hasn't hit the turning point in his life where every tiny decision can have life-altering consequences, so this is just a representation of almost every version of griffin at age 12. in this particular moment, he'd just gotten into a fight at school which he will be suspended for. i just think it's funny how he calls asa an old man lmao

4- survivor: he was obviously attacked. when he was found many days later, he was barely clinging to life. he suffered the most severe brain damage of all the versions of griffin we've seen, lost his eye, and has never quite recovered from the emotional and physical trauma. he has frequent seizures that leave him unable to work. it's rare that he even goes outside alone, so asa approaching him on the one day when he did choose to go for a walk by himself was not great timing. where this griffin differs is that he was adopted by his aunt after the attack, because his parents were actually charged with child abuse and neglect for their actions on the night of his attack (many people believe they were directly responsible, but it was never proven. they pled guilty to lesser charges to avoid an attempted murder trial). so griffin is actually in new york in that picture.

5- dad: he was attacked and left for dead, but in this universe, he was rescued within a few hours. his attacker had stabbed him in the arm with a broken beer bottle (this happened to all the versions of griffin who were attacked. it's why he wasn't able to fight back as hard). while he was being treated in the hospital, the wound got infected and his arm had to be amputated. the long healing process meant he had to rely on his parents for a ton of assistance and support. they were even more desperate to prove that they can be good parents and that they would never hurt their son, so the 3 of them all became pretty codependent. he lived at home with them until he was in his 30s, but then his dad died of a sudden heart attack (brought on by alcoholism, because he never quit drinking) and griffin realized it was time to move on. he married the daughter of one of his mom's friends, the first person he's ever dated, but their marriage dissolved a few years later for... a lot of reasons. they got a divorce before the baby was even born, but griffin tries to be the best father he possibly can be. he absolutely spoils her (you can see that based on the excessive playground equipment he bought for his yard lol) and she's his entire reason for living now, even though he only gets to see her every other week. he hopes she can stay for longer when she's older.

6- mechanic: griffin (and our finn, for that matter) was a huge nascar fan and his dream was to be a professional driver. that didn't exactly pan out for him, but he does enjoy being a mechanic. he's about 40 in that picture. he was never attacked, never ran away from home, and instead he endured the increasingly horrific abuse until he turned 18, moved out, and never talked to anyone in his family ever again. he prefers to be mostly solitary; never married, no kids, not even any friends, but he gets along with his coworkers well enough. he has an extremely hard time trusting that anyone has good intentions. in his free time, he restores & sells old furniture. his dream is to retire and move to the countryside.

7- sex worker: honestly, probably the most mentally stable griffin on this list... like don't get me wrong, he's still traumatized from the same childhood that every version of griffin shares, and i'm not saying his job is easy by any means, but he has a ton of friends who actually understand him and who he doesn't have to pretend with, he lives with his cousin liz who he's really close to, he keeps in contact with his parents but hardly ever sees them in person (which is exactly how he likes it), and he has a real sense of community. he was never attacked. he didn't run away from home when he was 12 like he planned, but instead waited until he was 14 and his parents allowed him to go live with his aunt with everyone's agreement. when liz, who is older than him, moved out to go to college, griffin followed her and they've been living together for years now. she's the only family member who knows what he does for work, so she makes sure to look out for him. oh also he's the only version of griffin we've seen that has a boyfriend?? he was supposed to say something about him in response to asa saying "i have a partner", but i cut it because i don't actually think griffin would offer that info up to a stranger, no matter how strangely trustworthy asa appears to be.

[imaginespazzi]

Sorry for the late review I got the email from AO3 ( I love tumblr but I was an AO3 gal first and foremost) right as I leaving my house and I knew this story needed my full undivided attention for awhile for me to be able to rlly soak it in

This chapter rlly showed how much of a menace stephie is bc first with the car convo that made azzi tell Colleen that she did indeed do the opposite of her plan but also the other car convo with Paige tattling on azzis words

one thing I love about Pazzi is the known passenger princess so making them switch it up and the lil memory was so cutieeee

Stephie and azzis relationship on their own is also so adorable bc like their lil fun time just to the icecream time was so cute

reading how azzi has always felt alone with protecting steohie until this moment I knew that I should feel bad for azzi but rlly I was just making up more theories on where the heck baby daddy is and why he’s not helping miss gurl

The golden state might only be a pit stop makes me sad now so I can only imagine how it’s gonna make me feel whenever the plot develops and it bc a much larger issues between them

Paige with bb Stephie and Tim was awesome I love the fluff you right even thou I come for the angst and even the fluff with azzi while they were still being cordial

Honestly ur flashbacks are what make ur stories the way they are so perfectly crafter and tie in and let me know just the right amount of information and feels like a puzzle is why I love ur writing and truly shows how talented you are but now I’m done praising you bc u r asking for trouble leaving me on a kinda cliff hanger ig but like YOU DIDNT WANT TO MARRY ME excuse me marriage was an option?!? I need like the five ws and h rn When? Where? Who? What? Why? How? Like I reread that sentence so many times jsut to be followed up by YOUR RIGHT I DIDNT WNAT TO SO GO FUND THE WOMEN WHO DID Literlly silenced like what why not I need to know the entire lore and it’s ridiculous your gonna leave me high and dry like this like I’m genuinky so confused but also sooooo excited

anyways love you so much Nivi and am so proud of you for sticking to your schedule I hope you stay sticking to it bc if not I might actually die

-💜💜

You're actually the sweetest person ever my love and I will try to stay on my deadlines just so you don't die because that would make sad.

Stephie just doesn't have a filter, especially around people she's comfortable with and she's definitely comfortable with Paige so trust her to make sure Paige will always know what's happening.

I have a lot of little tradition ideas for Stephie and Azzi in my head and Paige is slowly going to end up being added to a lot of them.

Ah Azzi's baby daddy is a mystery but we'll get to him one day eventually (I think)

I love writing flashbacks and they're gonna be a big part of the story because to move forward in the present, they're gonna have to unravel what happened in the past. I'm also really excited to write it and have y'all read it even though I know y'all are gonna be yelling in my inbox about how evil I am after a few of them.

LMAO everyone's reactions to the last scene are killing me and I'm ngl it's been very amusing but TRUST!! There's always a method to my menacing madness!

Always happy to see you in my inbox babes and I'm so glad you're along for this ride <3

[tojikai]

I just finished the “home” series, i just found your account yesterday yet all that’s left for me to read is “permanent mark”🙃

Like the “fix you” series, i ended up with alot of questions which is weird because i don’t have any for sundered but then again, im more of a toji girl

Questions:

- why did toji cheat?

- What happened in their marriage for it to get like that?

- did he ever truly fall out of love?

- do you have any plans for another story series?

- what would’ve happened if she hadn’t died?

- would’ve he regretted it or come back to her eventually?

- did he think of her daily after her death?

- how was he feeling after her death, years after?

- why did he put his mistress over his wife?

- Does he love his mistress more

- what’s up with the whole thing he did/him putting her over his wife

- what was his thought process when it first happened and after it kept happening

- ik he said he didn’t love hana but why would he cheat and basically put her over his wife if he didn’t?!?!

- i read 3 out of 4 stories so far and it seems like there a pattern of dudes putting someone they think they love yet don’t over someone they do or love more, is there any reason’s for it

Just me rambling about the story and your other stories:

I know he did but i hope toji suffers so so so much more until his last breath! (He did but I hope it felt like it was infinite for him😌) also Fuck hana! Wtf😭😭 if only toji didn’t fuck up bro its so sad, im hating yet understanding him?? If that makes sense, actually no not understanding but sympathetic towards him in the first ending ig but still fuck toji!!! I felt bad for him and then the next life chapter??? With his thoughts wtf and putting hana over y/n again😭 fuck toji!! he basically emotionally cheated if i was y/n i would’ve lefttt!! I swear your y/n’s are saints compared to me shhsjs

Your stories are so beautifully written yet so sad

I love them even if i might hate the love interest lol

Im More of the resentment type so it feels so silly to say this especially over a fanfic(but then again all of yours are so wonderfully written) but your stories i guess have made me possibly see things in a different light: like ppl do make mistakes and can change or genuinely regret them or that people can maybe hurt the people they love which is so weird for me to say because its a story and also im the type to refuse to believe you can love someone after you treated them so badly or cheated on them. Ig ur stories have made me realizes humans make mistakes and they aren’t BAD people for it butt the pppl they hurt doesn’t have to take them back nor forgive them or they can and it lean to something better than what would’ve been if they ended things

Note:

Im so sorry if im asking too much and i hope im not bothering you, i just tend to talk alot regarding things that i get invested in and i get so curious sbsjsj

Im probably writing this much because im so sleepy right now haha (my apologies especially if i wrote so much nonsense or I didn’t write/explain things wellh

thank you in advance if you answer 🫶i appreciate it, have a good day/night🖤i hope y enjoy the remaining of summer! Tysm for creating these masterpieces ‼️

hiii omg thanks so much, im glad that you enjoyed them <3

- to answer the first 3 questions: toji cheated bc he was bored. i have no excuses for this man in home series bc he really cheated bc their rs was getting a bit dull for him. do u know that point they say in some lovers' relationship. the drought, the feeling similar to "falling out of love" but they say not to leave your partner during this time bc that's when true love begins? yeah that. 🥹 he didn't really fell out of love but it's like a similar feeling to it.

- as for plans for another series, i'm thinking of doing a mini one. i have a draft here just waiting to be polished and published.

- if yn didn't die, hmm... assuming they stayed together, it's gonna be a very dead relationship. bc yn is so so tired. not just emotionally but mentally too. she's gonna have a hard time believing that toji still loves her even if he tried to explain. she's gonna be very reserved and visibly uncomfortable around him, thinking that he doesn't really want to be w her and just staying out of pity. she's gonna limit herself, and the love that she shows him. it will ultimately end in divorce, and he's gonna end up not wanting to sign it.

- yes, toji would've still regretted it even if yn didn't die. he's bound to come back to yn eventually. the day he left, he never planned on staying with his mistress for long. he just went there bc he was frustrated and he's trying to run away from yn's confrontation and the consequences. deep inside he was hoping that yn won't push through w the 'divorce.'

- for the 7th and 8th question, yes toji thought of yn every day and every night. the onyl time he's not thinking of her is when he's swarmed with work. but even during those times, his mind wanders to her still. the feeling that he felt when he learned of her death and discovered how she prepared everything for him and his new life was how he felt his whole life. it was never lessened. if anything it only got worse w time.

- for the 9th, 10th and 11th question: no, he didn't love his mistress more than yn. he left and put his mistress over his wife bc he thought that's what he wanted. there was a sense of thrill, the feeling of being with someone new that pushed him to act like that. as mentioned in the home series, his pride took over and he thought that that's the freedom that he wanted but it wasn't. it was too late when he realized that. you really don't know what you got until it's gone. he thought yn's gonna be there forever and that's why he kept choosing to go to his mistress not knowing that yn's days were numbered and that he's about to lose her.

- when he first cheated w her out of pure lust. there was no deeper meaning to it. and then it kept happening bc he found escape and thrill in it. other than that, she gives him a different type of attention, something new.

- w hana it was the attraction that made him act like that. im not saying all people, but some tend to be nice to attractive people and they don't even notice that to impress a new one, they end up neglecting another one. other than that, it's bc they work together. he doesn't plan on getting it on w her tho. he loves yn.

- i just like the thought of them making mistakes to learn from LMAO but i guess the difference is in fix you, his wife's dead. it's the lack of appreciation for the present and being stuck in the past. while in sundered, uhm it's a lot of pride and he did love Naomi tho. she was so good to him. (except that 'thing' she tried to do)

it makes me happy when people say they learn something from the content i put out🥺 the fact that you guys read my masterlist also makes me happy bc it makes me realize that literature really do make something immortal AAAAA i enjoyed reading this and answering your questions~ thank you so much for the love and support you give my stories <3 hope you're having a great week ~!!

[asoiafsworld]

you drew stars around my scars (but now i'm bleeding)

pairing; aegon targaryen x fem!oc (alyssa velaryon)

summary; alyssa velaryon comes as a miracle to rhaenyra targaryen, a trueborn daughter with silver hair and dark skin that mirrors her father, ser laenor velaryon. she is dutiful, loved, respected, kind and the most beautiful woman in the seven kingdoms. and she falls in love with her uncle, prince aegon targaryen, a fearsome knight that is just as respected and loved as the woman he loves. they are bound by something greater that only they can feel, meant to burn and crash together. it is only unfortunate that every person around them does not want them to be together.

warnings; none just a lot of fluff!!

author's note; i haven't posted anything in a long time but pls take this is a consolation gift <33 i never planned to write for argon but hes basically very oc here bc aegon is a good boy to me! hope u enjoy it <3

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RHAENYRA

 “YOU CUNT!”, she hears herself scream faintly, a sound that is close and far, loud and faint at the same time. Her body is burning with pain and agony, a frown is visible on her face and she breathes through her nose and exhales through her mouth. She swallows the lump in her throat that feels as thick as the head of the baby that she’s trying to push out. Come out, you little gremlin. I’ll give you a piece of my mind, she thinks. 

Rhaenyra was incredibly nervous and terrified of giving birth due to the memories of her mother and the loss that is still carved into her heart. She wishes for her mother to be at her side, wants her dear mother to hold her hand and tell her it will be alright. But she’s not here, she will never meet any of her grandchildren and it pains the young princess so much to think about it.

The midwives surrounding her will have to do for now and they are doing a good job. She reminds herself to thank them and apologize when this is over because of the curses she has thrown at them and is sure that she won’t think of the midwife between her legs as a cunt when the babe is finally out.

She continues to push and breathe, just like she was told and the pain is awful, worse than anything she has ever felt before. The child bed is our battlefield, her mother had once said. How wise Queen Aemma had been… and how terribly she died.

Rhaenyra almost doesn’t recognize how the pressure from between her legs is gone and only opens her eyes when she hears a shrill scream. There is still pain that lingers but without a babe trying to fight it’s way outside, some of the pain subsides immediately and the princess is grateful for it. She feels tears roll down her cheeks for the second time that day, this time of relief and happiness, opposed to the tears of agony and pain she had cried earlier. Her little bundle of joy is wrapped in a cloth and pressed into her arms by a smiling nurse who confirms that the baby is healthy and a girl. She looks down at her little one, her first child, her girl, her heir to the throne. There is a small tuft of white-blonde hair on her head and her skin is dark, a little lighter than Laenor but certainly darker than Rhaenyra's and it makes the Crown Princess want to scream and laugh from relief. Her daughter, her firstborn child is without a trace of doubt a child of Targaryen and Velaryon blood, something that Rhaenyra wasn’t sure would happen.

Rhaenyra did consumate her marriage with her husband, Ser Laenor Velaryon. They had however only lain twice with one another, both occurrences a few weeks after their joyless wedding. After that, her interest of Ser Harwin Strong had grown, who is now her sworn knight and her husband had equally found companionship in a different man’s arms. The first time she had lain with Harwin was only a few days after the last time she had done her duty with her husband, which is why it was difficult for Rhaenyra to know who’s child she would give birth to. She was more expecting for a pale skinned and dark haired babe to be placed in her arms but she certainly does not mind being surprised like this… no one would question the legitimacy of this babe, a spitting image of Laenor.

The princess holds the little creature close to her, who hasn’t stopped crying but has gotten quieter in voicing her discomfort. She is certain that in the throes of her pain, it had felt like the babe was much bigger than what she’s holding in her arms, small even for a babe but still healthy. She vaguely registers that the midwives are telling her guards to call for her husband and father as she only has eyes for her little one.

You will understand how much I love you when you have your own children, her mother had once said to her. The younger version of her had only scoffed at that but now she understands what her beloved late mother was trying to tell her. It only takes one look at her daughter to know and realize that she would lay down her life for the little babe, so enamored with how she curiously stretches her neck and flails her arms about. Rhaenyra knows that she is still crying but she doesn't care, only cares for her daughter, her flesh and blood, her little dragon. She doesn’t dare to look away from her for even a second and places a long, sweet kiss on her forehead. She brushes over her head with one hand and wants to cry even more at how perfect her little one is.

“I was going to have a stern word with you about the pain you have caused me… But it seems that I am much too in love with you to even scold you. My little one, my little dragon. I know that you are born for the realm, that many men will want to guide you at a young age and teach you everything you need to know about ruling a kingdom… but I could never let you part from my side. How could I when you are so sweet and perfect and fit right into my arms? My sweet little dragon.”

Rhaenyra leans down and gives a soft kiss to the babe’s forehead who stirs at the touch but otherwise remains calm and quiet. She spends a few moments like this, simply staring at the beautiful creature she had made and held in her womb for nine moons… And realizes then that all the sickness she felt, all the heaviness from carrying her heavy womb, all the pain she had gone through just now, it was all worth it. Worth it in the way the babe holds her finger in a tight grip, in how her little head seems to turn in every direction trying to figure itself out. She doesn’t know how she can ever let her go and hand her off to someone else. 

Her head snaps up at the sound of the door opening and Laenor looks at her with wide eyes and a big grin on his youthful face. Rhaenyra doesn’t remember seeing such joy on his face since before their dreadful wedding. He approaches the bed and his eyes fall down to the babe in her arms, bundled up in a soft, velvet cloth. She watches as he comes closer and his eyes widen when he finally sees her and realizes that the child is his… possibly the only trueborn child that Rhaenyra could ever give him.

Her closeness with Ser Harwin since the wedding is not something she hid from her husband. Laenor even encouraged it, told her to be with him if it brought her happiness. Because of her closeness with him and her attempts with Laenor, Rhaenyra could not be sure of who’s child she would give birth to and she knew deep down in her heart that if she is to bear any future children, they would be Harwin’s and not Laenor’s… but she will love them all the same.

Laenor’s shocked gaze is on her now but she smiles at him in happiness and relief that is clearly mirrored on his face. He puts a hand to her head, gently brushing over her forehead and her barely visible white hair. He leans down and presses a kiss to her forehead, so soft and gentle as if she could break. Rhaenyra sees tears gather in his eyes and she knows then that this child means everything to him. He takes her into his arms and Rhaenyra almost wants to cry at the loss but keeps her eyes settled on Laenor who looks quite comical with his daughter in his arms, a big grin on his face and tears falling down his cheeks. The midwives are fussing around and starting to clean up and Rhaenyra knows she needs to get up and take a bath but how can she leave her little one out of her sight? How could she ever look away from her precious girl? Not holding her in her arms is bad enough as it is.

“My daughter, my precious girl. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me… My beautiful girl. You’ll be the most beautiful woman in the realm, the most wonderful queen of the seven kingdoms. My perfect little girl.” He kisses her forehead once more and it’s so sweet and loving that it almost feels too intimate for Rhaenyra to watch. Laenor turns to her with a blinding smile that makes her smile back at him. She might never bear any more of his children but at least they have her.

Laenor continues to dote on her and gently rocks her back and forth as her maids clean up the mess of blood all around her and prepare a bath for her. Rhaenyra is a mess of sweat and blood, her body aches from all the pushing, her throat feels sore from screaming but she still can not look away from the miracle that her husband is holding in his arms and she wishes she could hold her again… Surely he’s held her longer than she did before she was taken from her.

Just as she is about to call for Laenor to give her back, the doors open once more and her father and Alicent walk in. Great, she thinks. He’ll surely not let her go either.

“We rushed here as soon as we heard. My first grandchild! Now, let me see her.” Her father smiles brightly as he approaches her husband who seems very reluctant to hand the newborn off but does so all the same. Viserys smiles down at the little bundle and he seems so happy, so carefree as if he was holding his own child. She sees the facade of a smile on Alicent’s face crumble at that because her stepmother has never seen the king hold any of his children with her with so much care and love. Rhaenyra watches the queen compose herself and how she smiles at her step-granddaughter with veiled bitterness in her eyes and it makes Rhaenyra’s blood boil, makes her skin itch. She has half a mind to stand up and rip the baby away and back to her chest, where she belongs but her father dotes on her so sweetly, whispers to her about how beautiful and strong she will be and her love for her father and daughter is greater than her hate for Alicent.

“Have you named her yet?” The venom drips from the queen’s mouth with her words and her smile does nothing to soothe Rhaenyra. She then looks at her father who has looked up from the babe in his arms to look at her and Laenor. Her husband looks at her and nods happily, reassuring her of their previously discussed decision.

“Her name shall be Alyssa. Named after Queen Alyssa, the first Velaryon married into House Targaryen since the Conquest… and of course, after my grandmother.” Rhaenyra says her words carefully since she knows that her grandmother is a sore subject for her father but knows that he would love the chosen name. Viserys’ face lights up even more and he looks back down at the babe. Rhaenyra watches as he softly brushes a thumb over her tiny cheek and her heart warms in a way she has never felt before. How ironic, she thinks. I was so against marrying and being bound to bear children… and now I am utterly on my knees for this tiny little creature. My daughter. Rhaenyra’s heart clenches at the thought and for the first time, she is happy that she was somewhat forced into this marriage.

“A wonderful name for a beautiful little girl. She’ll be a good and kind queen but hopefully not as troublesome of a girl as your grandmother used to be.” Rhaenyra, Viserys and Laenor laugh at that. Alicent’s faked smile remains unmoved.

A few more minutes pass by as Viserys dotes on his grandchild before he gives her back to Laenor. Rhaenyra still lies in bed but is sat upright, a blanket over her lower body to hide the blood. Her father comes to her and kisses her forehead sweetly, squeezes her hand and smiles warmly. 

“You did well, my dear. I know you were scared but your efforts were worth it, you have a beautiful daughter now and proven that you’re worthy of what I have bestowed upon you by having an heir. She’ll be loved and cherished, your little Alyssa.” Rhaenyra smiles at her father and she can tell that he’s proud of her, something that Rhaenyra has always craved and so rarely received… she wishes that it would be for an actual accomplishment rather than giving birth but right now, she is simply happy to have her little girl. Her father and stepmother leave after that and Rhaenyra can finally freely glare at Laenor who begrudgingly gives his daughter back to her mother. She smiles down as the little girl is back in her arms and the babe makes a squealing sound of delight as she squirms around in her arms. Rhaenyra feels an overwhelming amount of love wash over her, to the point that it aches her heart and she places a few loving kisses on her head. She feels her husband’s gaze on them and looks back up at him, a humorous smile on her face.

“I suppose we got lucky… You have a child by blood after all.” Laenor laughs lowly and places a head on the babe’s head, simply letting his daughter feel his presence. His smile dims a little and Rhaenyra thinks it’s because he realizes that they won’t be so lucky next time and her own smile falls a little at that. Laenor notices this and gives her a reassuring squeeze to her shoulder.

“I will love and claim every child that you will give birth to. You might not bear any more of my children but I will love the other ones all the same. Do not worry yourself Rhaenyra.”

She feels better hearing those words and feels as if she can breathe a little easier. “Thank you, Laenor. For now, I’m perfectly happy and content with her. She’s truly our little miracle.”

⊱ ───────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ───────── ⊰

A while later, after being bathed and having fed Alyssa, Rhaenyra feels much better without all the blood and sweat. She sits on the daybed in her room with her newborn daughter in her arms. Her eyes had opened just before she handed her off to her maid and the princess was delighted to see her purple eyes, the color close to purple amethysts that could only be found across the Narrow Sea. She stares at those purple eyes now and wonders how she could have ever thought of not wanting this sweet little babe. She’s glad to be alone for a moment since her emotions are overwhelming her. Laenor had gone off to write letters to Driftmark and Pentos, one for his mother and father and one for his sister. Rhaenyra briefly thinks of Daemon but shakes her head, knowing that whatever she had with him had died at that horrid wedding feast. 

She is snapped out of her thoughts when a knock sounds on the door and she frowns when the door opens since she did not signal for anyone to enter. The frown is quickly replaced by an amused grin when she sees that her little brother, Prince Aegon is standing at the door with a mischievous grin that reminds her of herself.

“What are you doing here all alone, little brother? Come in, otherwise someone might catch you!”

Rhaenyra looks at him with wide comical eyes and Aegon laughs sweetly at that. He closes the door behind himself and taps towards her with his little feet. The princess smiles at how adorable he looks with his hair all messed up and an excited glint in his eyes.

At first, Rhaenyra did not show any interest in Aegon for obvious reasons. She thought that with his birth, her father would replace her since he so desperately wanted a son all this time but her anger was quelled when he told her that he would do no such thing. Her pregnant state also made her more amenable towards him, her forming mother instincts kicking in when she noticed him crawling around in the halls of the castle. It angered her that Alicent would let Rhaenyra’s own baby brother go about without a guard watching but was told that ever since the little prince had learned how to walk, he was an unstoppable force and would sneak away when no one was looking. The few times that she had found him and brought him back to the nursery, he had quickly attached himself to her and wormed his way into her heart with his crooked teeth, adorable giggle and shining eyes so it was to no surprise that instead of mindlessly roaming the halls of Maegor’s Holdfast, he would start to directly come to his sister’s chambers with his toys in tow and sit and play with his sister. He had also been curious about her ever growing belly and asked every time when the baby would be coming. 

She can see the confusion when he comes to a stop in front of her and stares at her stomach that is significantly smaller now and it makes her giggle when he looks up at the bundle she’s holding in her arms. His eyes widen and a bright smile forms on his lips as he looks into her eyes.

“Baby? Nyra’s baby?” Her heart clenches at how excited he looks and she nods eagerly and motions for him to sit next to her. He wastes no time as he uses his hands and feet to climb up and his small weight is familiar and comforting as he leans into her left side and peers up at her daughter. The princess lowers her arms and her heart clenches at the way he shrieks excitedly as he can actually see the newborn now. He watches curiously as the babe’s hands flail around as if she wants to grasp something and her eyes flick around the ceiling, her gaze unable to properly focus and look at anything. Yet when Aegon carefully lifts his hand towards her to hold out a finger for her to grasp, it is as if she’s looking into his soul when she grabs his forefinger in a tight grip, at least as tight as an infant could grip. Aegon gasps as her beautiful purple eyes stare into his, her squirming stopping and a happy little shriek coming from her mouth which forms into the resemblance of a smile. The young prince feels as if his heart flips at such a delightful sound and he looks up at Rhaenyra who watches both of them with a big grin.

“This is your niece, little brother and her name is Alyssa. She’s adorable, isn’t she? And she clearly likes her uncle very much already. She is still too young to play with now but in a few moons, you can play with her. Just don’t take her to explore the castle all on your own, alright? She’s still very young and you need to make sure she’s safe and protected as her uncle.” She smiles when she sees that he listen to her so attentively, taking in all her words and nods when she finishes speaking. He turns his head back down to the babe who still holds his finger as if he would leave any minute. She’s still looking at him in a way that Aegon can’t describe but it makes him want to protect and care for her. He has no siblings at the moment but his mother’s belly is swelling just as his sister’s was so he knows that he will have a little sibling soon but he thinks he wants to spend his time with Alyssa right now since his sister said that she needs to be protected. Besides, there is an indescribable feeling in his chest ever since he gazed at the little baby. As if this is where he belongs, as if he should never part from her side. He shakes his head a little and focuses on smiling back at the sweet little girl, sticking his tongue out and making a silly face that makes Alyssa shriek and gurgle in delight. His chest feels odd at the sound.

It’ll go away, he thinks.

[larcenywrites]

Tony (young and older) would probably have so much fun and would love seeing you interact with his bots! He loves that you treat them as more than just machines, just like he does. He loves seeing you play with them and whatnot. He always fondly rolls his eyes when he hears you whispering to DUM-E after he's scolded it and threatened to turn him into a coat rack "your daddy is a very silly man, don't worry I won't let him turn you into a coat rack". He absolutely loves seeing you talk to Jarvis and have like full on conversations with him. And of course he'll be asking Jarvis "has she ya know ever complimented me to you?" "does she still think I'm hot and handsome?" "has she ever said anything about marriage to you?" and JARVIS either says something like "I don't think I should answer because it will most definitely go to your head, sir" or he decides to mess with Tony and is like "oh, let me ask her, sir." and says extremely loudly so Tony can hear it "miss, Mr. Stark wants to know if you still find him hot and handsome. Do you?" And you can hear Tony screaming from the lab "SHUT UP JARVIS, I'LL BURN YOUR MOTHERBOARD!!!"

I didn’t wanna spam the tl too much so I was gonna wait until tomorrow to answer more of y’all, but I do love this one! Exploring the idea of all the bots and interacting with them is super cute and fun! But you brought up the “treats them like more than just machines." I have this weird hc that he, or young Tony at least, has sort of affinity for the inanimate things in his environment. Anything from keeping his tools clean to making sure he puts a scrap he doesn't need right back in its original spot. If I could, ya know, get to writing that series, I was gonna touch on it, even! After all, he probably spends more time with with 'em than people. And also touching on that, dum-e was a robotic arm, nothing more nothing less. Until he started developing AI chips and improving on them! And eventually JARVIS too. I think it would be really neat to be around for that development. And while one could argue that he’s simply just building onto better when he’s developing dum-e and U (of whom I don’t know much about other than they’re…the camera that follows and records his progress and stuff?), I like to think he was genuinely giving them life(?) because he saw more in them and wanted to give them more, and, well, they were kinda his only friends so maybe he needed more from them :,)

Kinda Off topic… I wrote a good portion of a fic months ago and gave up on it bc I didn’t know if there’d be interest and I had zig zagged it through so many things and started it over so many times and I just kinda left it alone lol. But! There was a sort of break up- boo hoo whatever! But JARVIS was gonna be a key player in getting them back together. Here are some dialogue exchanges just if you’re curious lol

“Welcome home, Miss (Y/L/N).”

“I see you haven’t wrote that one out yet,”

“I did.”

“But surely you still love him.”

“Who’s asking?”

“I am,” “In fact, I think it’s why you left.”

“JARVIS, you don’t even know what love is,”

“I know enough about it to know that this hurts you as much as it hurts him,” “And I don’t like seeing either of you hurt.” “Perhaps I love the two of you.”

“I don’t mean to pressure you or sound biased, miss (y/l/n),” “but I’m not sure I could stand to watch him break for a third time.” “But I will because I must.”

“I always expect Mr. Stark to be stubborn, but I expect better from you.”

“Don’t patronize me, JARVIS,”

“It’s part of my programming, miss (y/l/n).” “It is Mr. Stark’s preferred tone to convince him with when I need to intervene.”

“So that’s why he never listens to me,”

“He does listen to you,”

[vacantgodling]

formatting this is gonna be a bit wild however some sixteen candles nonsense. for those unaware this is a wip that is all based in a group chat (think discord) where the names of threads, usernames, etc all change. but the main point is they’re all queer besties who’ve known each other for 16 years and they get up to Shenanigans!!

(if u need anything else clarified just ask. remember: all typos are there for a reason so if things are unreadable i’ll also clarify)

the proposal

tw(s): mentions of sex, drug use, cursing, bad spelling, lots of slang

usernames:

Nanette Rosenfeld -> Nanette

Ranger Pellish -> ranger danger

Vanilla Vega -> VaniVee

Roger Grant -> no

Tucker Hayes -> TUCKerware

Nanette: So I have some unfortunate news to bring to the class.

TUCKerware: oooOoOoO stry tme!

ranger danger: did ur teacher spring a surprise mid-term on you lmao

VaniVee: or!! :000 you had a overnight shift at work you didn’t want to do because your supposed to be spending time with us this weekend!!!

no: What happened nan?

Nanette: My girlfriend broke up with me.

VaniVee: OH NO NETTIE ; 3;

TUCKerware: shld i bet some1 up?????? was she a bicth?

ranger danger: b i c t h

ranger danger: god i hate u lmaooooo

TUCKerware: if i hd th gif i woulda put it hre

ranger danger: found it

ranger danger: i have that shit SAVED

no: Am I the only one who Didn’t know nan had a girlfriend?

no: Just me?

no: ok.

ranger danger: no lol i was going to ask the same thing

ranger danger: young lady, you didn’t even tell the class you h a d a girlfriend

Nanette: It was short lived. We were only seeing each other “officially” for 2 weeks. I don’t like to introduce people to you all unless we’ve been together for at least 6 months.

VaniVee: omg 6 months??? is this why ive never met any of your girlfriends nan?? >:((

TUCKerware: we met stphanie!

ranger danger: stephanieeeeeeee she was so cooooooool

VaniVee: i don’t remember a stephanie :((

Nanette: She wasn’t worth remembering. After the second time she told me she’d quit cocaine and she didn’t, I realized that it wasn’t worth the effort.

no: COCAINE

no: NAN WHAT

no: THATS WHAT HAPPENED TO HER???

ranger danger: y i k e s

Nanette: This is why I don’t introduce you all to my girlfriends.

ranger danger: bc you always pick the bad ones?

Nanette: That, and because introducing them to you all is like introducing them to the family. There’s no point in introducing you all to someone who I don’t think will be permanent.

VaniVee: aww nettieeeee ; 3; ilyyyyyy

TUCKerware: nanny ilysm

no: <3<3

ranger danger: none of you all love nan as much as me

ranger danger: i love u baby <3

VaniVee: wait but what happened with this girlfriend???

ranger danger: yeah why so soon

TUCKerware: u kno i thro dwn 4 u nan

TUCKerware: say th word n i GOTCHu

Nanette: Said by the same man who calls me ‘nanny.’

TUCKerware: nuuuuuuuuuuuu

TUCKerware: ur liek my mom nannyyyyyy

ranger danger: can u imagine nan being a mother because i can’t

ranger danger: i feel like she’d leave her kids at the mall if they pissed her off

VaniVee: i can’t see nan being pregnant tbh,,,,, . n.;;;;

ranger danger: GAG

TUCKERware: mby getting sm1… :eyes:

Nanette: When I went on a date with her this afternoon, she brought up the topic of marriage.

no: I love how nan immediately ignored all of you haha

Nanette: I was a little taken aback since like I said we’d only been talking for two weeks at this point.

ranger danger: gag

VaniVee: ….. how did she bring it up?

Nanette: She said: “I was scrolling on your instagram, babe, and I see that you take a lot of pictures with the same few people, but definitely with this one guy. Who is he?” She then showed me a picture from my page of Ranger and I.

ranger danger: which picture

Nanette: The ferris wheel one. When we went to Kony Island for my cousin’s wedding.

ranger danger: lmao the one from like 3 years ago

ranger danger: why is she scrolling back so far lmaooo

ranger danger: my hair was so bad in that picture

Nanette: I think she picked that photo because on the third picture, you were kissing my cheek.

VaniVee: i somehow feel like i know where this is going ;;;;;;

Nanette: I’m sure you do, Vani.

no: I don’t.

TUCKerware: nithr do i frfr

ranger danger: she jealous or something

Nanette: I assume so. I told her that you were my best friend, and she said “Oh, so like a gay best friend? Like, gay lesbian solidarity?”

ranger danger: at least she clocked me for not straight l m a o

TUCKerware: i dnt hve a gaydar bt mine goez off whnevr ur around

no: I had a nightmare about ranger being straight once.

ranger danger: god don’t tell me about it

ranger danger: u may give me nightmares lmao

VaniVee: what did you say nan??? :00

Nanette: I told her that Ranger was bi, so you could call it ‘queer solidarity.’ However, we’ve known each other for 16 years so he is genuinely just one of my best friends. I wasn’t sure how else to respond to her question.

ranger danger: why do i feel like she asked u if we’d ever fucked before

ranger danger: like ‘oh is that how u realized u were gay’

ranger danger: as tho m/f friendships can’t exist lmao

TUCKerware: bt u nd nan DO fck smtms

ranger danger: i mean but that’s irrelevant to the conversation l m a o

ranger danger: if nan got a girl and didn’t wanna fuck me cuz of that i mean that’s chill

Nanette: You aren’t necessarily wrong. She didn’t seem to like my answer when I said that you were bi, so I asked if there was some kind of problem with that, or what she was trying to imply. She then said that she wasn’t sure she wanted the two of us to be so close.

no: Like in general?

Nanette: Yes. As friends. I didn’t mention anything about sex.

VaniVee: :////////////

ranger danger: LOLOLOLOL

no: uh….

TUCKerware: lls iz she joshin

ranger danger: I’M SORRY

ranger danger: IMAGINE THINKING YOU CAN INFLUENCE SOMETHING THAT’S BEEN AROUND SINCE BEFORE YOU’D BEEN THOUGHT OF

ranger danger: its the audacity for me

no: What’s wrong with you and ranger being friends? You’re literally dating *her*, aren’t you?

Nanette: That’s when the wedding part of her question came up. She asked: ‘Since you all are so close, would he be like, the best man at our wedding?’

ranger danger: if u ever get married nan, i fucking better be

ranger danger: i will cry if i’m not

VaniVee: speaking of weddings, i was going to ask you to be my maid of honor whenever i get married nan!! ; 3;

VaniVee: i would love to see you in a champagne dress it would match ur skintone so well ; 3;

Nanette: Vani I would do anything for you.

VaniVee: OR!!! you could wear a champagne jumpsuit if you’d like!

VaniVee: i just want to see you in champagne!!!!

VaniVee: or rose gold?? :000

TUCKerware: wht colors wld u prefer vani?

ranger danger: wouldn’t you like to know, lover boy

TUCKerware: Shut The Fuck Up.

ranger danger: LMAO he had to use big boy words for that one roge

no: hahahaha

Nanette: I told her that it would be too early to consider a wedding between the two of us, and as it were, I would marry Ranger before I married her. However, if I were to get married to anyone else, he would be my best man without question.

ranger danger: nan what are you saying

ranger danger: like bby if you wanted to get hitched that’s all you had to say <3

Nanette: When do you want to go to the courthouse?

ranger danger: oh my god forreal

Nanette: I need health insurance.

ranger danger: TOO RIGHT

ranger danger: but no seriously would you actually marry me

ranger danger: not in like a romantic way because like

ranger danger: ew

ranger danger: but in a platonic way?

ranger danger: like ur my soulmate nan

ranger danger: u get me.

ranger danger: i know i’m like ur side hoe but like hear me out

no: Is ranger proposing in our group chat right now?

TUCKerware: shhhhhhh i gt th popcorn

ranger danger: ur the only person i would ever want to sign off on my medical shit

ranger danger: and like owning a house with you sounds lit?

ranger danger: i know we don’t have to be married to do that but like

ranger danger: nan idk how to tell u that ur my favorite person on planet earth

Nanette: You just did lol.

ranger danger: NO BUT LIKE

ranger danger: i know you don’t know what i mean but you know what i mean

ranger danger: right???

ranger danger: ugh finish your story i’m thinking way too hard about this

Nanette: If it’s any consolation, I don’t think you’re thinking about this too hard. In any relationship that I’m in, if they aren’t cool with you then I’m not interested in them. You come first for me, always.

VaniVee: I’M CRYING??? THIS IS SO SWEET?????

ranger danger: YOU’RE CRYING I’M WEEPING

ranger danger: NAN WTF DON’T VALIDATE ME LIKE THIS

ranger danger: I’M A NUISANCE

Nanette: Yes, but you’re my nuisance. My favorite headache.

ranger danger: even over ur girl tho ??

ranger danger: i guess i don’t know what you’d be getting out of getting hitched with me

ranger danger: aren’t marriages supposed to be like a romantic thing ??

ranger danger: idk u allos explain this to me

no: Well technically marriage’s are just saying this is someone I trust enough to conjoin taxes with for the rest of my life.

no: So I don’t see why you and nan couldn’t get married.

no: You’re both financially capable to have a successful union

TUCKerware: lls rogeeeee

no: Is it obvious that my views on a successful marriage have been skewed?

VaniVee: i’ve heard about friends getting married all the time!!! aside from all the benefits like roge is talking about, being best friends and wanting to put that relationship before anything else isn’t weird!!!! i’ve seen people talking about it online!!!! especially aromantic people!!!

ranger danger: huh

ranger danger: sometimes i feel like i’m bad at being queer lol i know nothing about this stuff

TUCKerware: sme bro

TUCKerware: bt liek. its not liek theres a LAW sayng u gtta b in LUV to be married

TUCKerware: liek ukno romanticlaly

ranger danger: *romantically

TUCKerware: so if u and nan want to get married because you feel the most comfortable with each other and no one else can get between you two, why not?

ranger danger: damn he used real words for me and everything

Nanette: It’s not something we have to make a decision on right this second or anything. But I do hope you know that your fondness is more than definitely reciprocated, Ranger.

ranger danger: i’m actually crying at work rn i hate y’all

TUCKerware: dnt get it in2 th beeeerrrrr

TUCKerware: i shld pck u up frm wrk 2day

TUCKerware: im arnd there rn lol

TUCKerware: wht time u gt off?

ranger danger: whenever you’re clocking in big boy

ranger danger: i’ll see myself out

TUCKerware: ;))))

ranger danger: i get off at like 9 i came in early tonight so i’m coming home with shit money

VaniVee: :((((((

VaniVee: but that means you’re free this weekend right!!!! RIGHT???? >:((

ranger danger: LMAO yes queen i took off for our sleepover

VaniVee: good <3

VaniVee: and roge, you’re still coming right?? you can bring mittens!!

Nanette: Ah, yes. The Feline.

no: <3<3<3 I’ll be heading over in a bit! I’ll stop by the store to get some extra food, if you don’t mind me using your kitchen, Vani?

VaniVee: roge i am begging you to use my kitchen.

VaniVee: I GOT A LAZY SUSAN SPICE RACK JUST FOR YOU!!!!

no: Vani!!!! You’re too sweet!!!! No!!!! I’m gonna make you so much cake!!!!

VaniVee: YES!!!! CAKE!!!!! <3<3<3

ranger danger: also don’t worry future wife i have ur allergy meds

Nanette: Thank you, future husband <3

ranger danger: !!!!!!

ranger danger: i think that just killed me actually

TUCKerware: llssssss

VaniVee: im gonna start setting up for the sleepover!! see y’all soon!! ilyyy <3

TUCKerware: ily2!

ranger danger: see how he’s the first to respond roge lol

no: hahaha

TUCKerware: I Will Shit In Your Mouth

ranger danger: do it pussy

Nanette: Boys, behave.

no: See y’all soon!

ranger danger: my boss is yelling at me to get off my phone lol whOOps

Nanette: Vani, I’ll be there soon.

VaniVee: kk <3<3

[hermanunworthy]

!DNDADS S2 EP34 SPOILERS!

here are my thoughts on the new episode!!! this time im actually writing them out in real time. ive been so so excited for this one

- no normal fact damn. thats okay though will i support

- oh god are they doing this w their comedy personas.

- IM SO NERVOUS FOR THIS STRANGER I CAN ONLY IMAGINE HOW SHES FEELING ABOUT THIS LMAO

- i love how tori didnt even get an introduction to scam it was just like oh yeah theres a guy here named scam likely

- LINK JUST SHOWING GARFIELD ON HIS PHONE lincoln li wilson bless ur soul

- somehow the audio quality of link being on a microphone extra loud makes this so funny

- istg the moment hermie has a line im gonna scream and jump up and down

- ANTHONYS IN FUCKING JOKER MAKEUP????

- THE COMPLETE SILENCE AFTER THE PLANES JOKE.

- i literally forgot that disney movies have anime remakes now in dndads i was so confused for a sec WAIT TORI DOESNT KNOW THIS OMFG IMAGINE HER CONFUSION

- WAS NOT EXPECTING THE SUDDEN TAYLOR ANGST HE WAS SCARED ABOUT HIS MOM DYING AS A KID??? ARE U JOKING??

- honestly though i think taylor opening up like this through comedy makes sense

- link is so supportive of taylor awwww

- BETH MAY PREPARING MISOGYNISTIC JOKES WHILE EXPECTING TO PERFORM FOR A MAN HELPP

- NORMAL IS LAST OH GOD

- OH GOD HES TRAUMADUMPING TOO

- i think its so funny and ironic how scary is the only one who doesnt drop lore about her family in her set

- OHHHH MY GOD THE CHAPARRAL ROAST. OH YEAH. I LOVE THE DIRECTION WILLS GOING W THIS (NORMAL DOESNT GET MAD HE GETS EVEN)

- HERMIE SAID A SINGLE WORD I REPEAT HE GOT ONE WORD IN FOLKS

- WILL IS SO GOOD AT THIS. GOD

- HERMIEEEE

- THE WAY MY FACE FUCKING FELL WHEN HE STARTED DIRECTLY ROASTING HERMIE. OH NO

- "im sensitive about that :[" MY LITTLE GUYYYYY NO

- NOOOOO NORMAL WHAT ARE U DOING THIS IS SO MEAANN THIS IS TOO FAR

- HERMIE IS CRYING???? OMFG NO

- NORMAL TOLD HERMIE HE LIKES HIM!!!!!

- will campos is carrying this entire episode

- GOTHCLEATS????

- IM LESS THAN HALFWAY THROUGH THE EPISODE AND I AM ALREADY LOSING MY GODDAMN MIND

- hermies up now i am so fucking scared. this episode is NOT going the direction i thought it would omfg (not complaining at all im just in shock)

- *applauds hermie along w tori* (I CANT BELIEVE ANTHONY IS DOING THIS W JOKER MAKEUP)

- HE JUST HAS DC JOKES.

- thanks for the existential crisis/aging/suicide jokes hermie i really needed that on my bday 😅😅 /s

- IS HERMIE OKAY????? THERE WAS SM TO UNPACK THERE. I CANT DO THIS

- "im saying were all thinking about how i would be better off dead" IM KILLING MYSELFFFF

- nobody hmu ever again /j i am never going to stop thinking about the fact that hermie is canonically suicidal

- TORI SCORED LINCOLN HIGHER THAN TAYLOR LMAO

- HERMIE LOST.

- i had to take a big ol break just to process that shit. fuck. this is somehow making me even more insane hermie brained wtf

- HERMIE IS TELLING THEM TO JUST KILL SCAM???

- THE FACT THAT I JUST DID A DRAWING OF SCAM AND HERMIE WHOLESOME FATHER SON BONDING BEFORE THIS EPISODE. GOD

- "u dont like me, u idiot" 😦

- MY FUCKINGGGFG FACE RN. I. I

- NORMAL IS TALKING ABOUT MARRIAGE WTF

- IM LITERALLYYY GETTINF OAKWORTHY CONFESSION SCENE. ON MY BDAY.

- HERMIE DIDNT DO IT FOR HIS SCHOOL???

- HE. HE. HE DID ALL OF THIS FOR HIS DAD. HES LITERALLY JUST LIKE ME FR.

- WHAT THE ACTUAL FUUUUCK. OAKWORTHY NATION. WE ARENT REALLY WINNING BUT HOLY FUCKING SHIT

- THIS IS LIKE WHEN GLENN WAS SAYING THE ONLY THING LEFT FOR HIM IS TO KILL HIS DAD THIS IS SO UPSETTING

- ANTHONY ASKING IF NORMAL ACTUALLY GENUINELY LIKES HERMIE. I CANT DO THIS

- GUYS WE GOT AN ANCHOR BREAKING W LOVE BC OF OAKWORTHY. JUST LIKE WE WANTED

- will campos really holding on strong for us. normal is gonna fix hermie if its the last thing he does ig

- THE BABY AT THE BEGINNING OF THE SEASON WAS STEWIE????

- THERES STILL LIKE ANOTHER HALF HOUR LEFT I FEEL SICK

- NICKYS BACK i wasnt expecting him this episode yippee

- THEYRE IN SPACE. AND HERMIE IS THERE. THIS IS THE PERFECT EPISODE FOR ME

- im being so serious guys when i say i think this may be my fave episode of the whole season so far it is boggling my mind and smashing my heart to pieces and im loving it

- "u can be polygamous in space" there are so many good lines this episode

- I LOVE HOW EXCITED BETH IS ABOUT THE TELEBANGLE

- i also love whenever freddie talks about sciencey mathy stuff that i dont understand

- ARE THEY SERIOUSLY ALL MARRYING EACH OTHER??? IS THIS REALLY WHATS HAPPENING???? HELPP

- SCARY SIGNED AS TERRY. W A HEART. YALL.

- THIS EPISODE IS A FUCKING FEVER DREAM I SWEAR

holy fucking shit. what a rollercoaster. so yeah guys i think that was my fave episode of the season wow. what a bday gift to me. herman unworthy is just like me fr. i am going to take an eternity to recover from this.

[megumiifushiiguro]

i can kinda see her getting married at 22 but i feel like bc her role model is lorelai who was very hardworking and self sufficient and always taught rory to do the same, rory wanted to focus on her career and herself. like she's always been taught not to rely on guys and she wasn't ready for marriage and everything that comes with that. i personally wish she'd said yes bc i think she would've been a lot happier rather than having an affair with him later (why is she always the other woman lol). plus her reaction to dean getting married at 18 was like no thats too soon focus on your education and your own life (18 is different to 22 but still). also i want to hear your controversial opinions on the yale dropping out thing!!! but yeah i think they were good together like they just matched and made each other better.

oh yeah i agree with all that but i still think she could have had been engaged to him yk? like she didn't have to give it all away :( + i also think this marriage could would have been good for her!! and not only for her but both of them!!

oh my "controversial opinions" are:

i think rory dropping out of yale was totally normal? like it's OK to take a break u don't have to keep working 24/7 to be a productive human being also she was going through some shit at that time which i feel like people totally ignore??

lorelai could have handled things better!! i really hated how immature lorelai was being...she could have communicated with rory and just yk just tried to understand the situation from rory's pov instead of just cutting her out off her life completely

in fact EVERYONE could have handled things better!! they literally were trying to pressurize rory into going back to yale when she wasn't in the emotional state to do so

i think logan was the only one who handled things nicely he gave rory space respected her decision and was there when she needed him

and lastly i hate hate hate HATE how people think jess saved rory??? like—all he did was randomly appear in her life after years to yell at her?? like that too for having fun and having a bf?? like he brings logan into a convo and attacks him and when rory defends logan he is like "screw him this isn't abt him" but like he was the one who brought logan up in the first place?? also HATE how said that "this isn't you" like...it is her jess it is her like have u considered the possibility that u don't know her all that well? also how he yells at her for dropping out of yale?? like stop jess u don't know what she's going through so STOP

and once again JESS DIDN'T SAVE RORY!!! EVEN IF JESS DIDN'T YELL AT HER SHE WOULD HAVE WENT BACK TO YALE EVENTUALLY

[limpfisted]

wyll and romance! (spoilers for: wylls romance! its VERY cute. i recommend spoiling urself for it tho unless u plan a whole wyll specific playthru bc there r. very few scenes lol. like less than 30 minutes total.)

so i did not get this on my playthrough bc i felt weird to try to “persuade” wyll to kiss astarion on that save, but the fact that if u do, the next day he has a specific exclusive dialogue where this grown ass man says “my cheeks feel warm. am i blushing? i must be blushing.” with like the giddiness of the debutante ballerina he is, tells me that.

wyll loves when other people make the moves on him n are the “initiator.” he also doesn’t disapprove when ur slightly mean/overtly rude or call him a devil in his romance scenes, which means that, he has a good sense of humor, he likes em mean, or soft, as long as they’re giving him attention n he gets to see them smile and feel joy around him.

i feel that wyll has spent the great majority of his life alone exploring the world. some days mizora was his sole company, n only then thru his seeing eye, n thats not company he cares to keep despite his great yearning for the power she gives him. his experience romancing mostly comes from his teenage years—and while he has stoked his fires at a tavern or two or with a grateful survivor of misfortune, there’s a lot of time spent alone, thinking, playing pretend in his head, fantasizing. not always about romance, mind u—he’s not THAT much of a schoolgirl, n there were powers to master and training to be done even on his own. but under the stars—sometimes he dreamed of the ballrooms, even tho he danced alone.

i think he imagined a great love like the player character would come along. i imagine a part of him wished to be saved, and loved, despite or because of mizora. he’s not used to tender care, used to playing the charming hero, never being protected himself

when he is expressly sought after he gets embarrassed and extra romantic. he swoons when seduced. he can dish it out—see: his banter with SH and lae—but he can barely take “being taken care of”—especially when it’s so genuine, and he’s hurting so deeply, n his passions are stoked by a devil’s cinders…. n by a disgust with himself that only feels fixed, really, when they let him know his body and presence still make them feel “safe.” that he’s not an abomination or a monster—they’re still interested, they still care, he’s worth loving, or maybe, in wyll’s eyes, still turning their gaze upon, a summer setting sun.

he appreciates you so, so much. but also it’s a sistraction from the way his body n mind have changed. one he welcomes. one he craves, but can look upon with wonder instead of guilt. u save him from himself and his wallowing. u let him be a simple, ordinary fairy tale, even tho a devil cannot be a prince. that’s all he wants. maybe some u know, forbidden tomes n noble delights n excess as well, but mostly just a fairy tale. he promises!!!

in addition, and this is random, but i think wyll would be so good to be in a relationship with if u have mental illness. he doesn’t understand some things—like gale’s sacrifice—but he is so kind to dark urge. he knows you are not your intrusive thoughts, u just need help, and u can fight or overcome any feelings or thoughts that would harm u, n he thinks ur so brave for it, n he trusts u completely, like he hopes u trust him. hes no stranger to depression n self loathing n a lust for darkness after all, wyll sold his soul for the stuff, even if it was for all the right reasons tho i maintain the details r sketchy as hell.

if this all seems overly poetic its bc im practicing wyll’s voice here, a mini sample of what shipping would be like, LOL.

and this is with only two romantic scenes. then sixty hours later he proposes marriage with a magic acorn so full of love u can feel its magic warmth beneath the shell. i would love to see romances with player characters (companions included if they are “the player character) where we flesh that shit out! lmao

[aimfor-theheart]

oh god I tried in every way to reblog the newest godmaker chapter and leave some nice tags, but tumblr just doesn't let me ;u; so I guess I'll send this message instead bc I have to let you know that you put out a hit on me in the form of this chapter.

there's something so magnetic about getou in this fic, how is it that he barely appears but it makes me crazy when he does?? you're sooo good at writing him it's insane!! but that doesn't mean I'm not totally here for readers and gojo's relationship. I just love toxic relationships sooo much and the way they're so possessive of each other?? that's the good shit. bc toxic doesn't always have to mean bad I guess? idk they kinda remind me of this quote from one of my favorite books, deathless

"A marriage is a private thing. It has its own wild laws, and secret histories, and savage acts, and what passes between married people is incomprehensible to outsiders. We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying, but what we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape."

idk if this makes sense and idk where this story is going to go but yeah, her and gojo remind me of this.

and then we get to this part after the wedding and??? ummm??? why did I relate a little too much with reader how she feels about intimacy and pleasure?? I had to take several breaks reading this part.

gojo making her vow to put megumi and tsumiki first had me in awe!! I thought she was gonna weasel her way out again but nope, this really happened. I sure hope nothing is going to come of it :'))) even if she says there is no future where she would have to choose, I have a theory that at some point something might happen that is not supposed to in the version of the future she has created and she's going to freak. but that's just my theory!!

about songs, I can also be really meticulous about my playlists, and I think every you every me from placebo is a super fitting song for reader and gojo

"All alone in space and time, there's nothing here but what here's mine

Something borrowed, something blue

Every me and every you"

I'm super excited for the next parts, thanks so much for writing this cielo!!

first of all tumblr the worst especially for big huge chapters like the previous ones....i had a feeling it would crash on ppl 💔 but gosh THANK YOU for coming to my ask box and leaving your thoughts anyways?? for taking the time to do that?? it is so greatly appreciated 💕

getou is my siren song. i can't write him into any fics he WILL take the spotlight it is so horrible of him. he belongs isolated in his own fics. honestly i could write extensively ab godmaker!reader and getou and their relationship. but its not ab them!!

okay also i have indeed read deathless but it was awhile ago so i don't remember that particular quote but it certainly fits! Marriage is so. strange indeed. i have many thoughts on it. but that is exactly what i was sorta going for with gojo and the reader! i think they certainly are the only two that can understand each other in this way. i don't think anyone else in the world could.

and listen FELT. intimacy is HARD. idk. i really wanted this reader to Not be in control for once. or not feel in control for once. i wanted to strip this reader a little. and intimacy tends to do that! intimacy is certainly something to Wrestle With.

i cannot speak to your theory much without revealing anything! i will say. i think gojo's interlude will reveal a touch more about what he's been up to. what he thinks. i will not say anything else!! 🤐

also!! this song!!! gosh the lyrics are SOOOO fitting for them. absolutely the idea of like...this is already so bad. you can't change this now. also i think with those two, there was never much of a chance at normalcy. those lyrics you highlighted especially!! it just fits so well!! thank you for this song rec friend!!

i'm excited to share the next parts!! thank you so so much again for reading and taking the time to come share your thoughts!! it means a lot to me!! 💕

[mildiva]

CC REVIEW

prefacing this by saying i have little aside from praise for Beyoncé and Cowboy Carter as an album like… Beyoncé has done it again! what can i say? she knows how to make music. i literally cannot stop listening to about half of the album. YAYA to the end might be perfect actually? anyways

okay let's do the tracks one by one now.

American requiem - beautiful gets gospel and classical like part writing in there, the continuo happening is crazy 2 me

Blackbird - gorgeous, wish we got a little more from tanner adell and co. also what is that mysterious ticking noise??? asking the Beatles that question. why is a click track running

16 carriages- only weird thing: how are you STILL underpaid… aren’t you your own boss? still a beautiful epic ballad epic! dying to know what the two different crashes in the chorus are

Protector - kind of perfect. when she performs this live?? The stadium will flood. “I will be your projector!”

My rose- love triple time love three party harmony. she Trinity’d on this one, also acts as a little coda for the first arc of the album

Smoke hour - hi Willie! I think the radio concept is very effective

Texas Hold’Em -pour that liquor on me honey… my favorite of the two initial singles… also the whole “young and going anywhere and in love” thing yas. ALSO the banjo playing is such a treat. whatever the short time between the rumors she was doing a country album and the release of texas hold 'em i DID think "wow i hope she gets rhiannon giddens involved"

Bodyguard - like 6 months after Texas hold em.. so much more sing, bass is just sitting while beyonce flies over it all... also she's a genius for making "kevlar" three syllables. not much more i can say except i cannot stop singing it

Dolly P - “that cameo by Dolly Parton, and i DO mean cameo as in the app” - macy rodman

Jolene - personally i think the weakest song on the album.. many have said how weird it is that she turned such a lesbicious song into this defense of heterosexual marriage.. i think it works best if you imagine that Jolene has no interest in her man and Miss Carter is wildly jealous.

also weird bc in most of the love songs it sounds like she’s singing as a much younger woman in life and love so like.. is this autobiographical? bc, Lemonade does exist. Anyways

One last thing - very funny for this to be Jay-Z’s only credit on the album and he’s clapping. you have to laugh!

Daughter - she beat Jolene ! of course only deep love for the caro mio Ben interpolation and thrumming guitar throughout… and her deep contempt for her father is sooooooo lmao. I need to read interviews from Miss Tina

Spaghetti - i saw so much hate for this online and. sure it’s weird but Essential to the project of CC. also Beyoncé rapping in triple time is not smth I’m doing to diss. it's cunty country time

Alligator Tears- maybe i just love all her ballad-y love songs… the banjo (?) line on this is gorgina, the low harmonies, the altered idiom… like yes

Smoke Hour II - very funny and pointed, literally telling the listener what to think. preaching to the choir willie!

Just for Fun - mmm yes… bc I can’t read i thought this was Willie Nelson singing at first.. getting a little more gospel in here... i actually wish Willie Jones had a whole verse to himself!

II Most Wanted - incredible, wish Miley took the harmony on the second verse or smth… also so weird that she did this and Jolene. which is it??? R u gay or not. Well, does that really matter?

Levis Jeans - fun and cute. did not realize Mr. Post was named that. also interesting which white artists she chooses to work with… Post Malone is very much giving Florida Georgia Line/a “hip hop” artist who would feature on a country song. "Baby let me rattle that snake with my venom" is really good.

Flamenco - similar to My rose, closes this little arc very neatly. it’s doing its job!

The Linda Martell Show - once again doing the work. it’s 15 seconds

Ya ya -literally this launches the insatiable arc to the end. planting us in the 60s with the sexiest sample ever (bass line from boots were made for walking), the good vibrations interpolation, the rock vocals… it’s kind of everything. this more than anything makes me want a rock album from her

Oh Louisiana - genuinely no shade but how IS Beyoncé the sole artist on this? id kill to read the agreement between her and chuck berry's estate

Desert Eagle - I did not realize this song was only one minute long at first… she gives us so much. “Do si do and it gets creamy in the middle” is NASTY! and that wet slap bass thing? yes. just yes.

Riverdance - BOUNCE on that shit.. The slightly off kilter guitars and echoing sustained piano yasss..Steve reich is kinda quaking in xir boots

II hands II heaven - she put something in this i cried at a traffic light imagining a love like “put my feet on the dashboard, now go really fast boy” anyways the chugging in this slash galloping that’s in tyrant and sweet honey omg. like the gallop starts here

Tyrant - she’s still cooking the pot is still BOILING… that clap pattern could kill in a classroom. idk if like 3rd graders “should “be listening to it but OMG ...“5’9 thique and fine” she’s just like me... the harmonies not quite gelling with the beat at the end yes please!

Sweet honey buckin - that piano accordion vocal sample whatever is wheeeeezing... is this zydeco? she’s going home her man is dead!!! and the patsy cline interpolation yes yes yes. that doo wop sound is so sexy

Amen - Pitch cue cueing up the beginning of the album.. mwah. Very much a reprise of the first track, love to the plagal cadence as always.

overall, I love love love what she's doing. Beyoncé is so good at pretending to be herself it’s crazy like when is it her when is it “cowboy Carter” or the character… which is named after her... not to go for the easy analysis but the brechtian bits like the pitch cues and the interlude videos literally showing the titans of country as PUPPETS... like there is no illusion that this is not a performance.

which i think works so well for like. her thesis? what she's trying to say. like it is an exploration of the Blackness and Black music in country music but also she's not going old-time with it. so many of these songs sound like "radio country." and I think there's two parts to her point: the music that country was born from and country itself was pioneered by Black musicians (blues, zydeco, GOSPEL, "folk" and "old-time" music), but also that country music today has cribbed so much for hip hop. the country purists look foolish and more nakedly racist when Florida Georgia Line exists. maybe the purists are denouncing them too! but the radio stations are not.

now for the "critique"

my issue with CC is political, obvi. i feel comfortable critiquing Beyoncé on this bc 1) i think she’s wrong and 2) she’s playing with some of my favorite concepts (i love Genre) so i feel semi in my lane. where the album falls apart is when it comes to America. beyonce, bianca, ms. carter, you're right. there IS a whole lot of red in that white and blue that history can't erase! this house WAS built on blood and bones! Them big and old ideas ARE buried here! now i'm going to turn your question back to you: can YOU stand for something? idk, your vision of a new America, or a rehabbed America, feels very flat in the face of failing to extend a lick of solidarity to Palestinians begging you to pull your movie from being shown in Israel. You certainly don't need the money. like i want to believe you are trying to say something but what the hell is it? what is this American you envision? it doesn't seem like anything would change.

anyways loved the album! will be singing so many of these songs for years to come.