#so never feel constrained and stuff!

[ardenssolis]

@darabeatha said (inbox):

Shi i'm politely asking for any ideas you have for ozy with any of my muses (be them individually or those that are her on my multi) and/or anything u have in ur writting wishlist that u u want to write and/or explore with ozy because I want to throw someone at him or more of my muses at u but I also have no idea who to send nor from where to start🤲

[SEND ALL YOUR MUSES. ALL OF THEM. IDC WHO THEY ARE SEND THEM MY WAY. But ahem, I do have some ideas, not a lot, but some. Like for Camazotz, I just like that he and Ozy are quite literally opposites in all regards. He is ornery and is bound to the night due to the nature of what he is, and Ozy is the oppressive heat and gentle warmth of the sun all in one. He’s bright, he’s vibrant and wants to be seen while Camazotz prefers to be left to his devices in relative peace (like most bats fjkdshfds). It’s interesting! Like there’s no big idea there but the dichotomy is intriguing. Wouldn’t it be neat if Ozy was a god too and they’ve known one another since forever? Wouldn’t it be neat---

But ANYWAYS for Odysseus, I can imagine Ozy wanting to challenge him with the bow one day because of how good he is with it. He wants to know if Odysseus has that competitive spirit in there and wants to see it brought to light. Probably casually attempts to make it come forward whenever he gets the chance because Odysseus is just so serious. It’s so funny to Ozy and idek why. He feels if he made a joke around him, he’d furrow his brows and spend forever trying to figure it out the same way Arjuna thought about when he had winked at him all day. But also, on more quieter days when he’s feeling less mischievous, he’d probably ask him what it’s like to be on the sea and why he enjoys it so much. Mainly because Ozy himself can’t comprehend why anyone would set sail on it as it partially intimidates him.

FOR NITONITO he’d probably want to do more mundane things with her – or things he deems mundane. The truth of the matter is that Nitocris’ big sister vibe isn’t one-sided. He genuinely, deep down, looks at her as a sibling in a way as well. However, that isn’t something that he would bring to light and still approaches things with her with her as his ‘retainer’, but he’s forever thinking about her well-being. I think he’d just like to sit and talk to her sometimes. Not as a king and their retainer or pharaoh to pharaoh, but just as Nitocris and Ozymandias.

Tezcatlipoca comes across as oddly shady to Ozy and he would like to figure out what lies beneath that divine surface. Sometimes you can forget he’s a god because of his personality, but that is pretty much the case with a lot of Divine turned Servants in Chaldea so that’s not too surprising to him. Regardless of what the Throne has bestowed him information wise on Tez, he is interested in knowing what else is there. His reasons for being in that building, his reasons for allowing himself to be summoned, his reasons for deciding to stick around at all---

DAYBITTTTTT. So like, I really like the idea of Daybit summoning Ozy. I imagine that their relationship wouldn’t be a giant mess since Ozy bores easily and Daybit just isn’t boring to him. At like all. He’s a giant enigma and he loves giant enigmas. He likes taking people apart, finding out what makes them tick and then whether he’s still interested from there leaves much to be desired. But the fact that Daybit isn’t sneaky and is very blunt is a giant bonus as he doesn’t like sneaky people. He can tolerate them if goals align, but if someone attempts to do anything to him like issue a command with those seals, ect., they are dead unless they force him to end his own life first. He would just like taking that breather, I think, and knowing that his Master is so -gestures-

CONSTANTINE FOR KING ADVENTURES. He’s such a polar opposite of Ozy that it’s just so funny.

FSJKDHFKSD THESE ARE JUST SOME STUFF. I don’t want to go on and on since this is like going over 700 words but U GET IT. Give me all the adventures. Toss Duryo at me. Toss Caenus, that ultra shady x 100 Oberon, Morgan --- The list is endless. If you ever want continue something you send in my inbox, then let’s go! Want to just send an occasional thing and built from there? My jam. Send a meme and go from that for further interactions? A-OK---]

[wingedarchivist]

Struggling with being otherkin and dysphoria makes me really want to write a story about shapeshifters in the modern world where the main character is a self-insert and I get to "do" stuff I want to.....

[echojedis]

How do people do OCs, I can never get them to click properly

[emmyrosee]

Kageyama my man the love of my life (just don't tell Atsumu you know?)

He's so emotionally constipated my poor baby, and even if he navigates through his feelings a bit better when he's older it's… Still difficult, nevertheless he finds ways to share how he's head over heels for you. We know he's not the best at words when he hasn't had the time to think about it (if you give him a day or two he comes with some non intentional poetic stuff)….So I feel his way to express affection is through actions

He's your personal nail saloon artist, he's a bit wonky with the edges on that painting department but he uses the nail file with precision. It's also like he has magic hands or something cuz your nails never break after he starts taking care of them

What else? I feel he talks on his sleep, or at least mumbles. Not canon in what we see on the whole series but he has so many thoughts going on his head he HAS to let something out while he sleeps

Also, big hands, his hands are ridiculously large and calloused like you can't imagine….but they are incredibly gentle when they hold your face or when you feel him caressing your cheeks at night. Totally related I feel he's the type to wait for you to fall asleep so he can stare at you

Won't cry at your wedding, but you feel his gaze on you the whole celebration and it makes the butterflies in your stomach go crazy

Tone deaf, I'm sorry but I feel he just sings with the same intonation he speaks (still joins you on karaoke and enjoys screaming when there's rock or something like that)

Knows shit ton of hair and skin care products…. Courtesy of Miwa

And I have more but like, I have my headcanons and fantasies all over the place I might come back to share them later 🥲

I. Want to eat him alive. This is so cute.

Kageyama is so emotionally constrained that if you do something nice for him, or even simply say “I love you” he’ll just pull you in for a kiss on the cheek or a small, shy smile. But sure enough, when your head is on his shoulder, eyes focused on the tv, it’s so much easier for him to whisper a soft “I love you” while he copies your stare at the television.

His nail techniques go so hard it’s crazy. He’s got all the oils to make them strong, he files them to the perfect length and style (even though he’s best at squared filing) to make them easy to use in every day life. He typically denies your requests for him to paint your nails, but sometimes, he gives in to those sweet puppy eyes and gives you a few coat of paint. Just please don’t tease him about flooding your cuticles, because he’s trying his best to learn for you.

HE SO DOES TALK IN HIS SLEEP, rambling about nonsense sometimes, then forming coherent conversations in others. One time, he grabbed by the shirt collar and yanked you close, whispering in your ear a fully verbalized “I’m pretty sure Sailor Mercury is in our basement. Or someone else. I don’t know.” You were awake all night hoping, begging, praying, that it was sailor Mercury and he didn’t see someone downstairs- and when you ask him about his dream, he shrugs and said he didn’t have one. LIKE BROTHER HUH??

BIG HANDS BIG HANDS BIG HANDS MAKE BRAIN GO BRRRRRRRR BECause imagine like when you’re just laying on your sides, looking at each other in the most love you’ve ever felt, and all he can do is bring a big hand to gently cup your cheek, thumb softly stroking the delicate skin of your under eyes. Your lids just barely flutter at the tickly feeling, and you nuzzle into the warmth of his palm, pressing a kiss to the calloused heel of his hand. He doesn’t say or do anything, barely even smile, as his blue eyes glaze over your face adoringly. Even until your own eyes grow heavy, you feel his on you, grounding you and keeping you safe.

AND TOBIO IS NOT A BIG CRIER BUT he feels things so deeply, you basically see his brain buffer, cogs turning as his eyes glimmer and shine as he gazes at you. You know his mind is flooded with you, your future, your life together, and he feels so excited to spend every moment he can with you. He can’t wait to marry you 🥺🩷

KAGEYAMA TOBIO HAS NO SENSE OF SOUND, WE LOVE HIM SO MUCH. He cant whisper, he cant sing, he’s only able to do so when he doesn’t think about it, he just has one solid tone as he tries to sing with you in the car. But he will belt out songs with you regardless, he wants to make you happy, even if he can’t sing to save your life.

GRRRRRRR I LOVE HIM SO MUCJ TOBIO MY SWEETHEART 🥺🩷

[fairydollsteps]

STRESS RELIEF (MINOR DNI)

Synopsis: As expected of his job as the Fortress of Meropide's Administrator, Wriothesley is often buried with piles of paperwork and cases to solve which cause him a lot of stress. Luckily, you have a solution to help destress him.

Feature: Bottom Wriothesley/ Top!Male!Reader

Note/Warning: Smut, making out on bed, overstimulation, use of toy (we going to destroy this man), big fuck machine toy, some crying and pain, bondage (shibari), very rough intercourse, reader is kinda mean is you like it.

Author's note: is surprising to see very less bottom!wriothesley fic because i want him the one screaming. anyway here is smth to feed you all after months of disappearing:)

Fontaine has fallen into the night. The shadows enveloped the beautifully intricate buildings in pitch black. In the reflection of the moon and stars, the water that surrounds the city shimmers. All the townfolk have fallen into a slumber as birdsong fills the air softly like a gentle goodnight. This evening, Fontaine has draped itself in the tranquility of sleep. Except for Wriothesley and you.

Inside the home of both of you lies a naked Wriothesley on his bed, confined and tied into a shibari. He is utterly immobile to move from all the ropes that constrain his muscular body. Red velvet ropes are everywhere and strapping his body down on the bed. His hands and arms are tied firmly behind him as he lies on his back on the bed. His chest is heaving up and down against the ropes and his thighs are bound as well on the edge of the bed, spreading his legs apart.

Wriothesley is feeling multiple emotions at once in his chest. Nervous, excited, and mostly stressed of course. These days, work has become more burdensome than ever before. More dangerous criminals are spotted in Fontaine and more meetings with the Royal Irish Constabulary and blah blah. Nonetheless, his work has kept him for so long that he has forgotten when was the last time he had sex with you. So when you drag him out of his office table and offer some relief, he is quick to accept.

However, he has never expected you to expose him in such a revealing and humiliating way.

Wriothesley attempts closing his legs together against the ropes which to no avail. "Goddam, Y/N. You are cruel," Wriothesley sighs, wondering how is this stress-relieving. The ropes are tight but not too tight to hurt him. Is his first time trying something like this. Then, you finally come in the room with something Wriothesley couldn't latch on due to the restraints of the ropes. Is big. That is all he knows.

"Hello, my dearest," You greet him in a sweet tone, admiring your handiwork. Wriothesley stares at you, curious about whatever you have brought as you sit down at the edge of the bed, still in awe at the sight of him all spread out for you. "Was it too tight for you?" You asked, making sure Wriothesley was comfortable and keeping the stuff you brought hidden from him.

"I can handle it," Wriothesley said in a straight voice but you could tell he was nervous and excited from his blush adorning his face and chest. Your lips curved into a pleased smile and said. "That's good then. I do hope you can handle more than I expected since the night will be long," You get up from the bed as Wriothesley stares at you with a confused look.

"What do you mean?" He asked, slightly writhing against the ropes.

Wriothesley can see you letting out a soft chuckle from his attempt which he slightly scowls at you. You let out soft coos to him and lean over him with an affectionate but playful smile caressing his cheeks gently which Wriothesley can't help but snuggle against your palm contently. Wriothesley relaxed against your touch and he could feel your breath against his ears.

"I did promise you I would fucked you like you want to," You whisper to his ears slyly before you cover his eyes with a blindfold which is something you both have discussed about it before. Fuck that was hot.

Wriothesley gulps as he can hear your footsteps and you hopping over him. He can't see anything. His vision is taken from him and everything is pitch black. Before he could think more, his body jolt with a shiver when he could feel your hand touching his naked cock. "Y-Y/N?-" Wriothesley almost whimper, lifting his head to you forgetting about the ropes only to get pulled down.

"Relax, my dearest. Just relax. You have worked so hard. This is your reward," You purred at him, looking at him and then his beautiful cock. You have lubed your hand and begin jerking his dick off, making Wriothesley beneath you letting out muffled moans. You can't help but smile wickedly. This is only the beginning.

Then, you lubed your finger and began touching his hole. Wriotheslet hitch his breath from the contact. It has not been a full 5 minutes and his body is already shaking. "I have barely touched you and you are already this wet?" You tease him devilishly. His cock already leaking precum which was used as more lube to finger him. "It has been a while huh?"

Wriothesley let out a soft cry when one finger slid in easily. Then another finger which let out a few 'ahs!' and 'ohs!' from him. Then another. Three fingers in. Everything was going too quick but Wriothesley fucking loved it. "I-Is this all you got?" Wriothesley said through ragged breathing, oblivious of what was to come.

"Just you wait. I don't break promises," You begin thrusting your fingers deeper into his prostate. You could tell he was enjoying it when his inside clenched around your fingers eagerly. The feeling is so good that his hip starts moving slightly (due to the restraints) on his own, thrusting back to your fingers which intensifies the pleasure more. "Fuckk……..!!!!" Wriothesley moans loudly as your fingers massage his prostate.

His cock leaks more precum and you know he is about to reach his high so you pulled out your fingers abruptly. Wriothesley let out shocked gasps and whines from the loss. "W-what was that-?" His cries out of frustration from the edging but his voice is shaky from his lost incoming climax.

Then, he screams.

Wriotheslet screams as he could feel something railing into his ass. He didn't know what it was (because of the blindfold) but it was big. So fucking big. Only you know. Is a fuck toy machine. That was the object you have kept hidden from Wriothesley as a surprise. But he doesn't have to know. You grinned wickedly as his body convulse violently as the fuck toy goes deeper into him. It's only halfway through and he looks like he could passed out.

Wriothesley let out loud lewd moans and pleads. "Y/N-! Is too much…! Is too fucking big-AHHH FUCKKK…!!!!!!" The dildo is finally fully in. Wriothesley writhes and whimpers underneath you, trying to adjust to the humongous size of the fuck toy. His hard twitching cock spilled precum, dirtying the sheets and your pants. Wriothesley quivers against the ropes which is no help but heightens his sensitivity and pleasure. He is close to tears from how high the pleasure is. The stretch burns like hell but it feels so fucking good to be stuffed full.

His chest heaves up and down with deep breathing as he tries to calm himself down before losing himself. And here you are on top of him smirking like a devil you are. "That was just the start," you said cruelly before pressing the start button. The fuck toy machine starts thrusting him out at a much slower pace for the sake of his comfort. Wriothesley throws his head back, whining as he cries out of your name. His thighs are trembling at every thrust and his cock spasming violently.

You have noticed that Wriothesley has adjusted well to the humongous dildo and even thrust it back with his hips, letting out a soft cry and moans. Then, he reached his climax and came hard with a scream. His body convulse from how intense the orgasm is. Wriothesley tries to take a few deep breaths but realizes you did not stop the toy. Instead, you increase the volume of it.

"Oh, AAA-aArcHons-!! HNGHAAAAA……!!! P-please stop!!! Stop-" Wriothesley screams from overstimulation before he succumbs to another round of hard fucking from the toy. He just came and he could already feel the core of his stomach tightening again with burning passion. Oh fuck fuck fuck. He is going to come again after a few seconds earlier from cumming. The blindfold is already wet from his tears and he even drooling a bit, showing how he is losing control over his withered body. It's too much as he tries to run away from the pleasure but the ropes and your hands on hips keep him from running away.

His body convulses again as a thick rope of cum then spurts out, soiling his stomach and your abdomen. Eyes rolling back and jaw slack, Wriothesley screams from the euphoric shock. Looking at him, you can't help but bite your lips at how utterly destroyed and gorgeous Wriothesley is.

And oh how so sexy the sight before you. Wriothesley, the strict and hard-working Administrator all crumbled against your mercy and spread out for you while being tied up into a shibari beautifully. Much to Wriothesley's relief, you stop the fuck toy machine from fucking him anymore and lean in close to his face.

"You still conscious, my dearest?" You coo at him. Wriothesley whines when you crash into his lips passionately before letting out a shriek when you accidentally move the fuck toy that is still inside him. "Sorry sorry sorry," you apologize to him sweetly while taking off his blindfolds.

Wriothesley looks at you with teary eyes, wanting to hug but forgetting about the restraints. You smile sweetly at his attempt while caressing his tear-soaked cheeks before asking.

"Again?"

The night is long and you got to reward him more after all.

[misscinnamonroll16]

More trolls headcanons

Bruce and JD know all of clay and Floyds tells when they're lying (mainly bc Floyd can't lie for shit). It's that older brother sense.

I have a soft spot for JD for some reason. Maybe it's the oldest sibling solidarity, idk. Jd absolutely melts on the inside when his bros show any affection towards him. He just missed them so much.

Clay sticks his tongue out when he's constraining

Bruce is torn between his bros and his family bc he missed them so much but he can't abandon his family. So he visits every chance he gets and sometimes brings along a couple of his kids

Clay and Floyd were a bit shocked that Bruce was married.

Bruce was the type of guy to say "I'll never settle down" when he was younger

Clay was the type of boy to say "ew, girls have cooties." and "I'll never fall in love."

John's full name is Johnathan Dorian

Clays full name is Clayton

All the bros give John shit for being "old" when Bruce is not that much younger than him. Jd points that out, he's met with "yeah but you're the oldest"

John calls Rhonda his child, half bc it pisses Bruce off

Their first night back at pop village, John gives all his bros a kiss on the forehead goodnight. At first he's embarrassed but it feels wrong to not finish his old nighttime routine

The bros tease Branch about dating Poppy. Kissy noises, mocking, the usual annoying sibling stuff

Jd has a tattoo on his shoulder, it's a small one. Some foreign symbol meaning family or brother.

God help anyone who picks on any of the brothers, especially Branch.

Clay twirls pens/pencils. If it's in his hand and he's not using it, it's being twirled.

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: The Hell Candidate

Graham Masterton: submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i call this the tale of what if satan ran for president Masterton: think about it! if satan was president, he could do anything Barker: i mean, he already can do anything can't he? Barker: he's satan Masterton:

Masterton: if satan was president of the US, he could do all sorts of evil things! Masterton: could you imagine? the very engine of government, turned toward evil! Masterton: why, it might commit genocide or institute slavery! King: wow, scary stuff! King: glad this is only a story

Masterton: imagine a world where the prince of darkness himself runs to be president of the united states King: i don't have to imagine it! King: I lived under DONALD DRUMPF!

King: eh? eh? King: see, the joke is that drumpf sounds like- Dan Simmons: JEEZ steve why'd you have to go and make it POLITICAL

Masterton: so the devil himself runs for president Masterton: and you what would happen if satan became president? Masterton: why, he'd probably pass all sorts of crazy laws!

Masterton: like he could make it illegal to pet dogs! Dean Koontz: no no no! stop it! Koontz: steve make it stop! King: it's ok dean don't worry King: satan couldn't really be president King: he'd never be able to build a working coalition

King: satan could never get the votes to become president Koontz: b-but what if he did??? King: well don't worry about that dean King: even if satan did somehow manage to become president King: he'd still be constrained by checks and balances

Koontz: steve, i can't sleep Koontz: i just keep thinking what if graham's story was real?? Koontz: what if satan could become president? King: well, steve, let me tell you something i told my boy joe when he had that same fear…

King: if that happened we'd just stage an assassination attempt and when the media saw the candidate using a child as a human shield, his whole campaign would collapse Koontz: oh phew! Koontz: thanks steve that makes me feel a lot better :)

[inbabylontheywept]

I love your writing. It’s the type of writing that I love bc other than being easy to read, I admire it bc it accomplishes what I struggle with. It uses few words yet conveys across the idea efficiently, vagueness to its benefit.

Have you heard the phrase “I want to distill myself like poets do”? It comes from a tumblr post of someone trying to express the same thing as me rn.

Anyway the other part of what I wanted to say is that I’m autistic, and when I try to write, I always succumb to the urge to add as many details and overexplanations as possible to avoid being misunderstood. You’re autistic too, but your writing shines in doing the opposite, so I was wondering if you struggled with this too, and how you got better, or if your flavor of autism simply doesn’t manifest in this way and this isn’t a problem to you

Unfortunately, I do naturally tend towards condensed formats. So some part of this is just natural for me. If it makes you feel better, I tried several times to make serials while doing HFY and I never succeeded. I've also tried several times to write books, and I always just get kind of stuck. It's one of my big regrets, so if you have any experience in those, I'd love to hear it. Same from anyone else reading this, actually - if you've made the jump from short stories to long form, I'd like to know how you managed.

Still, despite it being a natural thing for me, I can give you three activities that I've done that improved my short story work very much.

First, improv classes. Attending them will help your writing in ways you will not believe, and also, as an autist, that shit's better than OT. My parents signed me up for some in the summer of my fifth grade year, and they were legit life changing. Way less social anxiety, better writing, I could sing their praises all day. If you do one thing on this list, do this.

Second, write poetry. I do not consider myself a poet, but I attend a weekly poetry writing club, and it has noticeably improved my prose. Find one and go. As you get better, try and constrain the poetry you write to things like rhyme and meter. Writing with artificial constraints is amazing for teaching people to be focused and direct.

And if you have room for a third thing, maybe try finding a way to do extemporaneous public speaking besides the improv. I grew up Mormon, which involves absolutely insane amounts of public speaking from an early age, but I also did stuff like that in middle school NAL and high school speech and debate. Those all helped. They were stressful, and not terribly fun, but they did help, and it's a good skill to have.

I love talking shop, so thanks for asking! And just to reiterate my request from before, anyone that's jumped from short stories to novel length works, please, tell me your secrets. Plz.

[africanization101]

i'm a white nationalist but insanely attracted to african black women. I never knew i felt this attraction and arousal when i think of mixing with an african woman. At this point i feel zero attraction for white women i completely abandoned the idea of having white children i only want mixed children. black women are superior in every way. Do you know from an evolutionary perspective why i prefer african egg cells instead of my own race ?

White nationalists don't embrace that worldview because they feel racially superior, but because they have deep-seated racial anxiety. That's why your friends go around saying stuff like "Whites deserve their own countries!!" and "It's okay to be white!!" You're not intimidating people with the supposed strength of your group: you're appealing to pity. Imagine going around saying "it's okay to be me" all the time. Everyone can see you don't really believe it and your confidence is so low that you have to keep repeating your mantra to reassure yourself.

In contrast, Blackness is everything you wish your group was. It's demographically expansive, culturally dominant, innately self-confident and clearly makes Black people feel good. In your official propaganda, you might portray Blackness as menacing or problematic, but what you really are ... is jealous. And also somewhat helpless. Because neither you nor your comrades have any idea how to make whiteness great again.

You also know you personally can never be Black. But you are aware that your children could be. Your children could be part of the winning team instead of, like you, having to run around and say "it's okay to be me". And that's very attractive to you, so you project all this jealous admiration you have for Blackness onto Black women.

Go for it. Just think of it this way: your white privilege today is to get Blacked. Your ancestors were denied this great opportunity due to white racist identity politics, but you are not constrained by that. Do the white thing and embrace your African future. We both know you want to.

[voreyeurism]

Yooo you're back! I'm glad to know you're still kicking! How have you been?

I’ve been alright!! :D Overall I feel like I’m in a good place, though I stil have some ongoing and new life blocks to deal with (most chiefly, I moved to a place with frequent barometric pressure changes, and it taught me I have pretty severe fibromyalgia TT)

I don’t draw or write as much as I used to, but still enjoy it frequently (as well as OCing with mutuals) and want to try and put more of my stuff out there again! I’ve been uploading works intermittently on Twitter, but it doesn’t have the same vibes as Tumblr and I missed this place a lot ahaha. So I ended up making @idolkilling to share things I made and talk about OCs again!

I want to get back into the kink scene (I never stopped drawing belly stuff in particular… still very tummy pilled), but since I draw/write such varied subject matter I’ve decided to divide them as such:

(the “you are here” thing is cuz I posted this on one of my twitters, so it doesn’t reflect this blog JDFKSLKDF)

Basically the majority of my works (SFW as well as relatively tame violent/erotic pieces) will go to @idolkilling now, VYRSM will be for more raunchy things (graphic gore, unsanitary, extreme kinks), and VOREYEURISM will be for belly stuff (naturally). Same usernames on both Twitter and Tumblr, though I have yet to set up the kink-focused accounts… *head in hands* *slow ass SNS guy*

I’ll probably change the username of this blog so I can make the new ones secondaries? Unsure! I get overly-invested in the logistics of these things smh.

…There is also the fact I cannot post explicit art on Tumblr… I’ll probably just post previews and link to Twitter in that case, but I’d like to have the blogs for asks and general musings about kink without being constrained by Twitter’s character limit/no ask box ahaha/// I’m not sure when I’ll be able to get anything done, but it’s on my mind! I miss yelling here!!!

Anyway sorry for the long yap LOL Thank you for remembering me and taking the time to check in! It means a lot 🥹<3

[darylsfavoritegirl]

my first fanfic here... feel free to correct my mistakes or you can just say what i can do more for these to be better!

Summary: This takes place in season 4, prison era (my personal favorite) there is this new girl which Rick and Daryl have taken into prison as a survivor but Daryl can't really stand her and dang a broken fence cuts her upper front thigh (rectus femories to be exact I had to examine an anatomy pic for this one😭) and Daryl has to clean it!! But our girl has surgery scars from when she was a kid. It catches Daryl's attention. Idk I'm making it quite obvious that I'm such an amateur in this. It's a first person narration fanfic

I was lying on my bed under the dim light of a kerosene oil lamp Maggie had given me earlier that day. I was sighing deeply now and then, getting more and more bored with each passing second. Having to put a stupidly looking smile on my face everytime someone would pass infront of my cell. I could feel my hands feeling more and more sweaty in the humid of Georgia summer, yet I kept them crossed on my lap.

I was stupid enough to not check my surrondings when I was aimlessly walking into the gates of the prison after a run I was sent to with a couple of others in the camp. A fence cut the upper front of my thigh, not deep enough to leave me all screaming and whining, I thought. I let out a small soft moan at the pain of it, but I was the last one to pass through the gates. Nobody saw it bleeding. I covered it with the hems of my shorts, my shorts immediatly being colored with my blood. I ran into my cell and tried to bandage it incompetently, which horribly failed.

Carol was the first one to notice how terrible my wound was looking.

"It can get infected" she said with a warm, cautious temper.

"If not cleaned and bandaged properly."

I couldn't help but gasp a little bit at the idea of my wound getting infected in the middle of the apocalpyse. I went through worse wounds than this, except I always had someone to take care of them for me before. I couldn't bear the idea of the others thinking I was dumb enough to get my wound infected within my first week with them.

Carol, Maggie even Hershell have been my saviors so far, cleaning the wound. I could walk, I wasn't handicapped in any aspect but I didn't know how to clean it myself neither.

But there I was, lying in gloom and distress worrying about who was going to be cleaning my wound and I'd have to share a couple of odd minutes with them, both of us trying our hardest to come up with something to say for a small talk.

Carol showed up with necessary utensils on her hands. She had that welcoming, warm and even pleasant smile on her face. I smiled back.

She started lying out the stuff she brought on the nighstand next to my bed.

"Your wound is getting a lot better." She said without looking at me.

"Next time, you get injured; you let us know."

"I will." I said with a subtle undertone of guilt and a mix of apprecation in my voice.

She gestured her body towards the cell door as if she was gonna leave. Before I could even open my mouth, she spoke "Mind Daryl cleaning your wound tonight? I'm needed somewhere else."

By the gestures on her face, the way she said those words I knew Daryl have had to say something about me to this woman, which obviously wasn't all positive. It wasn't a secret that he didn't necessarily love me but I was the one that needed some kind of a simple procedure. I wasn't gonna act like a child, whining and requesting someone else. I simply nodded and waited for this dreadful man to come and do what he was asked for.

Minutes passed like years when he finally showed up at the cell door, looking a bit pissed and constrained. It was obvious he was never asked to do these kind of stuff. He was an important man around; going on runs, finding supplies, the act of service type of guy; working only for the good of his people. He seemed, though, a little bit bewildered as if he had no idea what or how he was going to clean my wound.

He stepped into the cell. I curled the ends of my shorts without him having to ask for it. He checked the utensils Carol laid out on the nighstand minutes ago. He, once again looked bewildered, incompetent. He grabbed some of the utensils on the nightstand, drew the half broken stool to himself and sat on it. He laid some of the stuff on the edge of the bed as he gestured his hands to the blood soaked bandage. Before he could even move his hands towards it, I spoke "I got it."

A soft moan of pain escaped my mouth as I was taking off the bandage, throwing it right into the trash after.

I heard him taking a deep breath and mumbling under his breath

"Shoulda spilled earlier, wouldn't hurt this damn much now."

I frowned at him before starting to study my wound.

"Carol said it's getting better." I said softly, my tone just above a whisper. I didn't feel any energy to spend on talking to this man. He gazed at my wound couple of seconds before grunting "It is."

He took a grey cloth that somehow looked like a deformed gauzed pad out of an aid kit. He poured some kind of alcohol-based liquid on the cloth. He looked at me for a brief moment before speaking under his breath

" 'S ma' hurt. "

"It's fine." I spoke. The alcohol really stings on the bare wound but there was nothing I could do. I bite the inside of my cheek as he started cleaning my wound. It was hurting like hell but I didn't want to whine and come off as "weak" to him. I was worried that I would cause the inside of my cheek to bleed because of how hard I was biting it and how often I have had to start doing it.

I look at him for a brief moment. He couldn't see me looking at him as he leaned forward so that he'd make a better job at cleaning my wound. I could see his bangs falling on his eyebrows and sometimes getting into his eyes which he'd swing his head slightly to get them out of his eye corners. He looked really focused, not talking at all. The others did; asking me where I come from, what I did before all this. It would all be omnious small talks, which I regret thinking they ever were because what this was felt more infuriating.

I kept on staring at him or looking at random places now and then for 30-40 seconds when I noticed him scowling at something he saw on my leg. His expression faded away within 2 or 3 seconds perhaps, I followed his gaze and saw his finger curling the hem of my short a bit more upwards than I did because he needed more space to work on my wound. There they were, the scars from the surgeries I had as a kid. I knew he wasn't the type to ask when or why I had those but now my scars had my attention as well as they got his. He was still working on the area and his finger was still on the edge of my shorts so it wouldn't fall on where he was cleaning. I noticed he avoided touching them. I was feeling hotter and more distressed each passing second. I assumed questions were pondering his head because my scars were relatively long scars. At the end, I decided to speak. I cleared my throat lightly. Somebody had to end this awkwardness.

"Surgery scars." I spoke

"I had 'em when I was 5 and 6."

Our gazes met, he seemed as if he was contemplating whether or not to stay silent. His blue eyes were almost piercing and I couldn't help but feel hotter than I felt before. I felt his hand falling on my upper leg lightly.

" 'S fine. "

That was it. That's all he had to stay. He broke the eye contact immediatly after. He went back to getting the job done with my wound.

"Ever thought 'bout gettin' 'em removed?" He grunted.

"No. Never." I huffed under my breath. I sensed that he asked this question only to make conversation and break the oddity wall that was getting thicker every passing second.

"Hmmm." He expressed and kept working on my wound.

"Can't get them removed even if I want to now, can I?"

I spoke with the intention to talk to him more.

" 'S possible if ya can bear the pain." He said I might be wrong but I saw the curl of his lips going upward. It was the first time I saw this man smirk even a little. He got up from the stool, that tiny mischievous snigger was still on his face as my eyes followed his every little move. I was mesmerised as if he has just cast a spell on me. I had a stupid smirk on my face, of course it was subtle to an extent which wouldn't freak him out. I probably smiled for the first time with him ever since I've met him. He placed the tools on the nighstand and turned to me.

"Yea should be al' good if yea keep an eye on yerself a bit."

I nodded. He didn't expect me to say anything and made his way to the cell door.

I got up, sat on the edge of the bed; looking at the fresh bandage he just wrapped around my upper leg. I sighed as I looked at the high narrow window on the wall.

FOOTNOTE

Ok yall that was it. I actually loveeedd writing this eventho we don't get much of a daryl content but idk this is my first time writing in english (as in fanfic, yes i have written in my mother tongue when i was in like middle school.... a guess a writer is always a writer😈😈👿👿😭😭 -corny as fuck) and i feel like writing daryl can get quite out of character for two reasons, first being he's never had a s/o in twd where it was obvious they were dating and we havent seen any "boyfriend" or "flirty daryl" and this man only grew more and more silent each passing episode and season so.....

[bootybest]

Your Gassy Neighbor

You just moved in to your new neighborhood so you could live closer to your job. You never really talked to the people who lived near you, as you liked to keep to yourself. After a couple weeks of moving all your stuff in and unpacking, you’re finally all settled in.

You’d always seen a man working in his yard, mowing his lawn or working on his car, but never talked to him. One day, you heard a knock on you door.

“Hey buddy, I saw you just moved in and wanted to give you a warm welcome to the neighborhood.” The man smiled at you. “The names Chuck by the way.” He stuck his hand out towards you for a handshake. You grabbed his hand and felt his strong grip.

“Well, I won’t be in your hair. Just wanted to see the man who just moved in.” He let go of your hand. “Although, I wanted you to meet a friend of mine.” His innocent smile turned more into a grin. He turns around to show you his two meaty globes constrained in his jeans. “His name is Mr. Buttsworth, and I think he wants to say hi.” Chuck smiles down at his butt as he releases a thundering fart.

BBBBBRRRRTPHSHSHSP

He grunts as he pushes it all out. The smell is intoxicating, and you feel yourself start to cry. “I see his words touched your litter heart.” Chuck chuckles as he closes the door behind himself.

You go to bed that night, only thinking about Chuck’s juicy ass and the power it holds over you. Thinking about whatever you would do to shove your nose up his hole and let him fart for hours. You fall asleep thinking about the heaven inside his ass.

You wake up the next day and go outside to get the mail. As you're walking down your yard, you see Chuck mowing the lawn in nothing but some tight American flag underwear. He waves high and starts walking up to you. You can’t help but stare at the bulge he has.

“Hey buddy, the mail don't usually come until the afternoon.” He tells you while he walks closer. “But I know something that’s always coming to you.” He smiles and you think you know what he means. He comes over, grabs the back of your head, and shoves it up his sweaty crack. “Working hard really helps these come out, you know.”

shshsshssPPPPTTTHSHSHSH

A silent fart turned into a powerful one, making your nose vibrate while your face is stuck inside his ass. You pretend to push away, but his grip is strong. “Oh buddy, I ain’t letting you out for a hot minute. I gotta put these farts somewhere.”

PPPPPTTTTTBHBSHSTS

PPPTTSSHBSSBTBSTSS

BTTTTTTTPPPTTTTT

He moans as a third fart slips out his ass. He lets go of your head and you fall onto the ground, staring up at his huge ass as he stands over you. He smiles down at you and sees your boner. “I see your little friend likes the company of Mr. Buttsworth, so why don’t we set up a play date! I’ll take him home, don’t worry.” Chuck then squats down onto your head and lets out a huge, disgusting fart.

PPPPPPPTTTTTTBTBTBTBTTBSHSHHSPTTSBHB

You black out under his hot ass.

Later, you wake up in a strangers room, and try to get up. But your arms are tied to the bed. Your legs are too, and you're trapped here. You see a pair of soaked boxers on the floor, the same ones that Chuck was wearing earlier.

“Morning sunshine.” You look over at Chuck drinking a beer in a chair next to the bed. “There’s only two things that make me get a lot of gas.” He pats his stomach. “Beer, and like I said earlier, working hard.” He lets out a burp after taking a sip from the beer bottle in his hand. “And you’re here to smell all of it.” He chuckles and grins as he gets up from his chair. “But I think you want the full effect of what I can give you, so we’re gonna remove some barriers.” He smiles as he unbuckles his belt, and pulls down his jeans. He isn’t wearing any underwear. Then he pulls off his shirt. “This is gonna be fun”.

He jumps onto the bed and walks up to the bed frame. He looks down over you, and lets out a smelly, gross burp right in your face

BUUUUUURRRRRPPPPPPPP

He sighs and finishes off his beer. “Let’s get this party started. First, we’ll let you talk to Mr. Buttsworth.” He lays down next to you, although his head is next to your feet now. He turns to his side so your face is right next to his toned ass. He then groans a little as he pushes out an ungodly fart.

PPPPPPPPRRRRTTTTT

“Ahh fuck yeah.”

BBBBBBRRRRRTTTTTTT

PPPPPPPRRRRTTTTT

TTRRRRRPPPPPPP

“Mr. Buttsworth seems to have a lot to talk about today.”

BBBBBRRRTTTTTTT

“What’s that Mr. Buttsworth? You want to give him a big hug? Of course!” Chuck gets up and walks over to your head. He lowers his fat ass onto your face and puts his full weight down. “Wow Mr. Buttsworth, you really love him don’t you?”

Just then, you see Chuck’s hole open and-

PPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTBRRRRRTTTTTTTSSSRSRTTTTTTTTBBBTTT

The loudest, smelliest fart of the day went straight up your nose, making it burn and you start to cry again. Chuck just chuckles as he lets out another fart onto your face. The boner that had been growing in your pants the entire day finally ended as you came inside your paints, soaking them.

“Damn baby, you really do love my gas.” Chuck says as his sweaty ass peels off your face. “In that case, why don’t you come over some time and hear what Mr. Buttsworth has to say.” He smacks his ass and it jiggles.

You knew this wasn’t the last time you’d me talking to Mr. Buttsworth

(Thanks for reading, this is my first ever story and if you could comment and like that would be great!)

[sombrashe]

Hiii i came across your writing and binged all your troy stuff in one night lol 🫣🫣 you’re amazing and doing a great service to all the content deprived Tory girlies 🫡 I love the way you write him !!

Could you do another getting high one shot ? I loved the first one sm 😭🫶

thank you!! i hope you enjoy this one too, its not quite a one shot like the last one. this has reignited my troy love and im foaming at the mouth over him rn

afab!reader, smoking weed only reader smokes, high sex, dry humping, spit kink, riding, raw sex ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)

smoking with troy always includes

cuddles.

He makes sure to hold you close as you start smoking. The dry blunt gets caught on the skin of your lips. Pulling them slightly before popping off. Smoke swims in your lungs, filling them completely before your slow exhale. Gray covers your sight before dissipating into the grimy atmosphere. He never partakes and you don't mind, more for you. Another good puff and you can feel yourself start to relax. The aches and pains from living in a wasteland slowly ebbing away. Shifting closer into his arms you happily finish the joint.

touching.

His hands shift lower as they gently squeeze at your pudgy hip. Kissing your temple, you smile and simply feel his presence. Eyes closed you listen to him mumble on about some math. Fingers dance under your shirt and over the smooth pitted skin there. You don't focus on his words, instead you're drawn to the low rumble of his chest. Fingertips press against the firmness of his chest as his heart hammers away. He always gets himself so worked up when you lay against him.

kisses.

You spend a few minutes simply tracing the cracks along your lips. They feel so cold and you think maybe you should cry for them since they can't themselves.

"Troy, my lips."

You tilt your face to look at him, your neck twisting as you refuse to leave his touch. He hums and stops scribbling with his right hand. His poor hand, forced to hold a pencil instead of you. Looking down he cups your chin and inspects the cracks.

"What?"

You raise your chin further and press your lips together. Cracks being filled in with his matching ones.

grinding.

Your libido is at an all-time high despite the weed not doing much to your system right now. You were still very much in control and you need to show him. Crawling into his lap, you slot yourself directly against him. Pieces of fabric keep his cock constrained as your pussy hugs around it. Sighing into his mouth you start moving your hips. His hands slide up your sides before finding themselves resting comfortably against your ass. The fat there is gripped with such intensity, that you know you're gonna have marks in the morning. You're already soaked and the blunt starts filling your limbs with fog. Moaning, you speed up your movements. You're so close, yet nowhere close to where you needed to be.

affection.

"Slow down, sweet thing, we'll get 'ya there." His voice is soft, I like this, not so commanding. Your movements slow and his hands rise. You can feel the smoke trapped in your lungs start to spread throughout your limbs. It's mad uncomfortable and you start trying to shake the abstract idea out through your hands. Leaning forward you whine into his neck.

"Shh, I know. I told 'ya not to smoke the whole thing."

You huff and exasperatedly toss your arms onto his broad shoulders. His fingers have snuck up your front and are now brushing over your very sensitive nipples. Why, oh why, did you decide to wear no bra today?

teasing.

Your movements start back up again. Small little grinds, a distraction in play as you mouth at his neck. Licking a stripe over that delicious jugular vein, you rise until you're nibbling on his earlobe. Breathing out, you pull back to look at him. Eyes lidded and head tilted he looks delicious. Grinding down firmly, cock prominently felt. Wetting your bitten lips you realize just how dry your mouth is.

"My mouth is dry."

Hands are back on your hips, keeping you still and positioned. You want to pull away and get something to quench your increasing thirst.

"Open your mouth."

You obey immediately. You even stick your tongue out for him. Spit is accumulated on the tip of his tongue. He shows you his shiny tongue before dragging it up and over yours. You shiver at the feeling of his cooling spit coating your dry tongue. Grinding down, you feel his tongue enter your mouth. Eyes closed and lips pursed you happily move in sync with him.

riding.

You wish you could free his cock, fuck him right here. You need him. You feel so empty, so overstimulated. Sliding off of him, you yank your jeans down your ankles before climbing back into his lap. His cock is free and leaking. Pressing it against your stomach, you clench and shift with anticipation. Hovering you press his cock against your lips. You're practically vibrating with how excited you are. Months of being on the run means no sex and no sex fucking sucks. Sinking lower, your dripping core sucks in his cock inch by simple inch. You suddenly feel lightheaded and curl into his neck. He wraps his arms around your middle. Your hips grind against his, abdomen to abdomen. Deft fingers find your clit and you clamp down. Reinvigorated you give a few shallow bounces. Slick sounds are being pulled from your activities. You can feel your orgasm fast approaching.

"Don't cum yet, hold on a little."

You shake your head, that was not possible. You already struggled to keep your libido in check, you weren't going to deny it.

"Please, baby, for me."

You bite down on his shoulder. Clenching your thigh muscles tighter helps a little to manage the sickly sweet feeling between them. It takes approximately 26 seconds before you have to clamp down and nearly stop moving. Your orgasm is right there. About 13 seconds later and you're gushing around his cock. You tried to hold out, you really did.

"I'm sorry, I tried."

He huffs and stutters as warmth fills your core. You hum out against slick skin

[horizon-verizon]

Just some immediate post-episode thoughts. There is a whole lot of bluffing in this episode and I have a lot of disdain for it. And these are very disorganized bc they are just impressions.

A) Rhaenyra -- aside from Daemon, my biggest complaint

It's so frustrating how they pair the reasonings of Rhaenyra not going to battle herself:

monarchs can't endanger themselves (totally valid)

men make war, not women

because they make Rhaenyra acquiesce to such reasoning and be a hypocrite.

What's happening, that I can make out, is that there's this weird claim--from the writers--that Rhaenyra is being constrained by stupid rules against women...when it's already been established why it's rather a good thing that she stays put, at least for the moment and not when the greens have won and Daemon is made even more (in the council/Rhaenyra's eyes) unreliable or loyal and thus not bringing troops for her to use against Cole and the greens. This is so unnecessary and makes the plot events' significance incoherent while also undermining Rhaenyra's show character:

this is not the same Rhaenyra as her book counterpart, who truly was no warrior as GRRM explicitly said in his description of her to Amok AND they rewrite her to be book!Rhaenyra's OPPOSITE....and she's supposedly full-willed and will ignore most people's advice to her enough to endanger herself by reaching out to Alicent and dressing up as a septa to enter KL unnoticed...but not to say "pipe down" to her council or order Alfred Broome out of said council, in this instance of her wanting to go fight on Syrax? Oh, ok.

so when she says to Mysaria that she "understands" the men counting her out bc she hadn't been trained in sword or military stuff/expresses such frustrated acquiescence & helplessness...I can't help but feel like they're creating more a debilitating need for validation than a character for strength.

arguing that sovereigns shouldn't go into battle immediately before the bit about men fighting show that the writers are trying to say whether or not her not going to battle was about her particular femininity rather than this very valid reasoning instead of lack of experience and her monarch status...we look at what happened to Aegon--a male who doesn't know battle either--who was burnt to a crisp and nearly died, and the writers decided that it's supposedly different for Rhaenyra based on her councilmen being sexist towards her...and Mysaria is goading this on...see this is faux pro-women at display right here.

Rhaenyra told Jacaerys that he was inexperienced. I know we could say it's a mother trying to protect her kids, but how does she seek to justify herself going to her council after making this claim when she is also inexperienced and trying to say she should go anyway? And with that element of her seeking to validate herself to said council by the acquiescence...it's difficult to really not see how she folds herself into that box as well. Which doesn't make any of this enjoyable bc she seems to talk herself down and not actually complain about men.

"And Daemon as well"...again, they had 6 years together...this was never spoken about, Rhaenyra never asked Daemon about the Stepstones shit and it never traveled to what Daemon would think of her in battle? Why? The excuse of no Dragonstone family scenes strikes again.

Rhaenyra protests against not fighting in battle and this beign a shame of a ruler, saying Rhaenys had to fight 2 and she would only have to fight 1....once again, she is totally inexperienced & she'd be decimated by Vhagar-Aemond...so...what are we doing trying to make "monarchs should not fight in battles" irrational or oppressive instead of perfectly rational by invoking Visenya, who not only was not even alone (had two other dragonriders and this unit didn't have rival dragonriders when they conquered Westeros) when she fought but lost a sibling, Rhaenys, in the Dornish wars?!

Once more, the writers are invoking sexist arguments against Rhaenyra and thinking that if she just do as those arguers say she should, she is somehow being a good leader. When she DID put herself in danger, and even stupidly so with nor real reason to believe she's succeed.

And it's all the more emphasized by how they're saying the "monarchs are too valuable" as an excuse f the councilmen to claim Rhaenyra can't go to fight (even though Jace said the same) when they have Alicent not become Queen regent, as the green council argue that her lack of experience disqualifies her even after she points out Aemond's rashness have 2x "cost them dearly"...bc he's managed to kill Rhaenys/Meleys. No, monarchs still shouldn't go into battle themselves recklessly and without some sort of plan or contingency, male or female. And Alicent (who is not a Queen regnant but first a consort, then/now a dowager) being shot down & unable to respond makes sense for the context there, Larys is right, their argument for Aegon being king is bc he's male so to have a woman lead the council on the greens' side when they have a grown male successor of Aegon's could bring into question for the rest of the realm why they are bothering usurping a woman (Rhaenyra) in the first place. Would undermine their whole traditionalist thing. Alicent is still very conservative & it's weird of her to expect "the realm" or the council to accept her as a regent even with the change of Viserys letting her be in council meetings in S1--which also didn't make sense and was just there bc they didn't know how else to write a Queen Consort that still has a presence at court despite an ailing, rotting husband--not bc I don't think that the leopard-eating hypocrisy is valid and within character but bc Alicent is just portrayed as less accepting of her own limits than her bk counterpart, who would not likely press for more room at the table bc she already knows-feels her only allowed space is in the shadows, as if she's suddenly Cersei.

...yet she and not Rhaenyra was still pressing for her will to go through? Huh?! Basically, I'm saying they did a "switcheroo" here.

Why are we making as if Rhaenyra can't keep Alfred Broome in check and allow men and her Queensguard to interrupt her? Oh yeah, bc this Rhaenyra doesn't stand up for herself but for shallow ideas of peace. And bc we have to make moments that don't make any sense to show just how audaciously sexist men are even to Queens with dragons. Oh look how much she has to face form her own council bc she's a woman...okay, so why isn't she making use of her queenly authority and put her foot down? Espe since we're not really shown scenes, at the very least, of her continuing to mourn Luke or feel a drag from his loss that would influence her reticence.

I mean, Alfred is not even a lord, he ranks so low in comparison to literally everyone else there...why is he even allowed to talk over her with no "see me after class" moment or a dismissal from the table? His insubordination is ridiculous and people should feel the same in the council itself...the same council that canonically !!!SPOILERS!!! starts suspecting the Dragonseeds later due to their low birth.

It is interesting that we have Daemon suggest to Willem Blackwood to not to war against the Brackens but some underhanded shit parallel to Mysaria suggest spreading rumors to the smallfolk of KL about the dragon's head instead of the vis-a-vis battling Rhaenyra is frustrated over. Both are situations where the monarch or head or those tied to them aren't able or choose not to engage in direct fights. It provides some context as to how/why Dameon and Mysaria were together for a bit besides Mysaria wanting protection. And it's pretty clear that she saw Daemon as unreliable as Rhaenyra sees him now...so this makes it clear HotD is going hard with the misunderstanding route b/t Daemyra but also trying to make it so that Daemon is unreliable. Aside from that, this means that they are likely to rewrite some critical stuff for how Rhaenyra is somehow unable to deal with the rumors against her when she's finally at KL.

B) The Vale

Rhaena and Jeyne Arryn...you know, Rhaena trying to make as if the two baby dragons Aegon and Joffrey have is really the type of dragons Jeyne asked for when she requested them for her soldiers is truly humiliating for both characters to witness. For those who don't know, Jacaerys promised Jeyne a dragon AND she says she will send troops not just for the dragon but bec of this familial relation through Aemma as well as "women got to stick together", aligning herself with Rhaenyra specifically. And this was done WAY before Rhaena (who was alone, Rhaenyra's bio kids satyed at Dragosntone) was sent to the Vale...because it was part of the diplomacy journeys Jace took to get more allies and soldiers for Rhaenyra for a possible (then assured) war. You know, the ones that included Creagn whom Jace is supposed to become really good friends with? But instead, in the show, he does comparatively little to really bond nor just himself but his house to Cregan's" (Pact of Ice and Fire).

Anyway, "the dragons will grow" is a paltry response and everyone knows it...even if we didn't already see Rhaena lying about why Rhaenyra sent not only her but her own bio kids to the Vale for PROTECTION not to give Jeyne a source of defense, there's also a breach of agreement here that most people would see as disrespectful...Also, I didn't watch the 3rd episode, so idk if Rhaenyra already detailed in her letters to Jeyne what the purpose of sending her kids to her were...but I assume that they were pretty clear and that her kids were not sent to be her way of giving defenses to Jeyne/the Eyrie. So why make Rhaena risk contradicting Rhaenyra's words and told intent and make her scramble for an answer?

Maybe, book wise, Rhaena and her egg Morning were supposed to be the dragon for Jeyne and this makes more relative sense bc Aegon and Viserys were babies PLUS they are Rhaenyra's heirs whereas Rhaena was not. Rhaena is a stepdaughter and succession of leaderships doesn't include step-relations in Westeros. Rhaena has the room to be sent to another place and act as their line of defense whereas these kids don't.

Like already said pre-episode, them making Rhaenyra's staunch allies less seemingly devoted to her is ridiculously a consequence of the writers' poor planning.

C) Jacaerys

Glad that they are showing Jace have exploits outside of Dragonstone by making him speak with the Freys...but:

no Sabitha (so we don't actually care abt sapphic relationships...was obvious when they didn't take the opp for Laenyra and instead did Rhaenicent queerbaiting)

he says he does so so they will not have to "wait for Daemon" to do something in Rhaenyra's name/bring up armies for her and make that plain so Creagn Stark's "grey beards" have a smooth way into the "south"...which again I hate bc why are we making Daemon at Harrenhal NOT understood b/t him and Rhaenyra as him loyally gathering forces when it was very clear when he was at Harrenhal for Lucerys' death and he sent B&C for that....while he was at the same castle? And it's affirmed by his saying "bend the knee to me, or your house burns" AND his refusal to write for funds from Rhaenyra, saying that Harrenhal is "my command". Look, this is too absurd and comes from this false notion that Targs willfully put personal matters before the political with EVERY chance they can get. This man is a father and was canonically a pretty good one...so he's abandoning his kids, or what?

So it doesn't really make up for what is lost. Plus, Jace is now making plans without alerting Rhaenyra, too, and I can't even blame him entirely or rebuke him bc...This Rhaenyra is too much a device of her writers, let's just say. But it was pretty obvious how unplanned and spontaneous his arrival at the towers was, how little Rhaenyra was actually involved in such an act, for him to claim Daemon is another protector for the Freys and saying "he will do as his Queen demands" to the Frey lady's question of Daemon "consenting" to be the protector, even with the lady accepting it in the scene. He's still at Harrenhal after all and no letter was sent to the Freys from Rhaenyra abt Jace's arrival. and hw exactly does he, Jace expect to assure Harrenhal goes to the Freys after all is said and done?

Oh, and him saying that the dragon bond stuff can only happen between those of the blood being juts tales to bolster themselves up....yeah, I see why GRRM saw fit to make that blog post.

D) Daemon/Daemyra

Yeah, the show can go to hell.

IF DAEMON OF THE SHOW IS ACTUALLY LOYAL TO RHAENYRA AND NOT TRYING TO MAKE HIMSELF A KING AS HE SAYS TO ALYS...

That mess about King consort vs prince vs King when Simon Strong called Daemon "your Grace" is ridiculous bc even Viserys was called "your Grace". Both the consort and the ruling monarch are addressed as "your Grace" in this show; Daemon is still absolutely given respect towards his rank as consort. It is, once again, false, shallow, out-of-place drama tacked on to make very simplistic characters, and again to make Daemon out to be a possible enemy/obstacle of Rhaenyra. Politically. It also makes as if Targs--their whole argument, actually--are inclined towards petty drama, and not LIFE-THREATENING events that introduce TRAUMA that they sincerely try to avoid with actually smart hard/soft power tactics....bc once again, why the fuck are these two allowing themselves to prioritize their hurt feelings over making sure their kids and they themselves survive and win?! (Dameon ensured Aemond/Vhagar would not go against Rhaenyra AND protected Nettles while a direct order came from KL to have Nettles executed...he was ACTUALLY in a hard place, whereas here....he's got no excuse/reason to be actually negligent).

Him trying to make others address him as if he were a ruling monarch as if he is one just because of childish pride reinforces this ridiculous notion I describe and was always very unnecessary in creating some form of conflict b/t the couple.

I know people think of Daemon as this childish or not all there bc of the show...I promise you, even with him being morally corrupt in other ways, he's not supposed to be a dum-dum or this petty towards people he actually loves during a war that could kill them all. Daemon is not Aerys the Mad King. And Rhaena the BB may have had issues with her mother and brother, Alyssa Velaryon and Jaehaerys I, but she actually willfully never left them for dead either. Her ignoring Jaehaerys and Alyssa were during "peace"time.

As for the Blackwoods v Brackens, once more, they have switched roles and acts between characters. It is Aemond who menaces the Riverlands smallfolk on Vhagar after Daemon tricks him in the orig story, not Daemon who encourages chaos amongst the Blackwoods and savaging of women and children. Bk!Daemon even took Harrenhal with no bloodshed in the first place...and then it's told that despite show!Daemon trying not to have the crown/Targaryens/himself or Rhaenyra be seen as sending these people for their dirty work, it goes to shit as much as B&C does...so the writers took that moment and ran with it in the wake of that dumbass argument to have us this display of utter failure developed from a petty desire to show oneself a king. Perhaps this would ba seen as showing how Rhaenyra is just a better ruler; problem is that Daemon is still simultaneously told to be Rhaenyra's best bet at raising soldiers and so the writers making it so Daemon & Rhaenyra are so disjointed to this degree at this critical moment is really, really dumb. This storyline of them needing to be together and united but not bc of miscommunication and having walls up with each other bc Viserys didn't treat Daemon as kin when Daemon is supposed to see the dragon twins, Rhaenyra, and their kids all as his new kin/reason for living is absurd. Again, kin wise, though he still loves Viserys, canonically, he prioritizes Rhaenrya and their kids/see the future of the crown through their leadership...not at that through his own.

But that's all book him. Show him, doesn't make sense as a partner of Rhaenyra as much as Rhaenys didn't for Corlys.

Oh, yet it still makes more sense for the Riverlanders to threaten to withdraw their support for Rhaenyra here than for B&C. Because he caused their own peasants and others to die horrible deaths...those who were meant to become logistical benefits to the crown who take orders if not outright supporters and allies.

BUT IF HE IS KINGMAKING HIMSELF...how exactly am I meant to "ship" or encourage these two as a political unit or as a couple?! You can wax poetic about Daemyra having miscommunication and "divorcing" but this is actual betrayal that breaks the draw of this relationship in the first place.

(monarchs not going to battle and Rhaenyra seeing as if the councilmen's lack of confidence in her shouldn't be contested by her assertion of authority)

E) Baela

Glad for Rhaenyra and Baela bonding time after Rhaenys' death...resentful of its long-withheld occurrence since Baela was at Driftmark instead of Dragonstone and still think the canon is a better story...'

F) Aemond v Alicent

Aemond, instead of Alicent, closing the gates of the city to prevent the smallfolk from spreading news of KL...sure. This is our "less sexist" tale. Have Alicent have even less to actually CANONICALLY do.

G) Hugh Hammer

The Hugh Hammer storyline pisses me off, and always will. Was it made perhaps to provide some sort of direct access and reveal the smallfolk's perspective, sure...not this bitch and not in this frame of a DUTIFUL AND SCARED HUSBAND/FATHER, though.

I) Alicole --

Criston is merely doing what Alicent said as excuse to let her sons do war back in epi 3 (watched a clip) to Rhaenyra..."things are already like this, so let those who will war/the mightier war, it's out of our hands".

Yeah, it's Alicent receiving karma, esp when Cole condescendingly says he's "sparing" her from the responsibility--and whatever danger that comes with it--of leadership. Basically saying she's not made of the "strong" stuff to resist such vague dangers--if he can't handle dragons fighting (as he expressed how so many men were burned alive at Rook's Rest), how can he expect Alicent to really be of harder stuff than him? To be able to "preside over" the violence of dragons.

"Is this who you are, Alicent?" As if she would only bungle shit up and invite more danger to herself or the situation. As if is she were to "preside" and direct the war, she not only bungle it up but she'd also be amoral to want to engage in warfare even if to encourage commands and lead council instead of fighting directly in such war...

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Investing in T-shirts! The biggest beneficiaries of Gear Adjustments!

For fashion aficionados like myself, Gear Adjustment is the most exciting part of the upcoming Season. Being able to make small changes to the way your gear is worn is something that opens up a ton of customization while requiring less new stuff (though I'm sure it required a lot of work to add). With that said, for the moment, it is looking like they are limiting the feature to caps and t-shirts. I don't personally think caps are changed very much by the ability to flip them, they're all pretty good as they are, after all. But for t-shirts, being able to oversize them is actually really big. Pun unintended.

T-shirts have the tendency to be modeled in a way that makes them cling really tightly to your character's body, and it is has never looked right to me. Looking at the clothing choices I see in my multiplayer games, I get the impression that is the general sentiment, as well. Oversizing shirts solves their central problem, loosening them up and giving you a less constrained silhouette. In this post, I wanna highlight what I think are the biggest winners of this change are. Shirts I think you should pay attention to once the patch hits.

That said, I should highlight that since we don't have the patch yet I am only assuming these will be Adjustable. We cannot know for sure until the we get the update.

I've picked out ten T-shirts I think are the standouts, split into a couple of different categories, starting with the ones I think you all expected to see here:

Annaki Accessories!

I have to imagine that the Annaki Bracelet Tee and Annaki Choker Tee were some of the first shirts that came to mind when you think of noteworthy T-shirts in this game. They've got nice, dusty colors, the big Annaki A in slick silver, and of course their signature accessories. Oversizing these I think will amplify their punk aesthetic even more, because there's nothing punk about tight-fitting clothing.

Unless it's leather.

And leather these are not.

High-fives for Tie-Dyes!

Tie-Dyes are really fun with their bright, trippy patterns, so it's no surprise that the Takoroka Rainbow Tie Dye and the Takoroka Galactic Tie Dye are some of the better T-shirts in the game. We did see the Rainbow Tie Dye get Adjusted in the reveal trailer, and is it just me or does that just seem right for these kinds of shirts? Something about them screams "wear me at one size larger."

Ride the Wave!

Next up, we've got the Firewave Tee, Icewave Tee, and the Vaporwave Tee. There is also a Duskwave Tee, but I am personally not a big fan of the shade of orange they use for the bottom half of that shirt. That said, I think the gradient on these shirts them really make them stand out from the rest, and their color palettes are just very nice and evocative.

Assorted Graphic Tees!

These three don't have a common throughline aside from all being graphic tees, but I think they all have something to recommend them by. The Eelzebub Tee has a really gnarly, radiation-green design that is just really cool, giving an outfit something really eye-catching while still staying nice and simple.

The Green Tee is interesting because its big bold graphic lettering actually extend across the side and even a bit onto the back of your character, which gives it a really unique look I don't think any other clothes can replicate.

Finally, I just think the Mint Tee looks nice. Its color is pretty unique amongst shirts, and the white print design is decorative without being overbearing.

And these were my picks for the T-shirts to keep in mind come Drizzle Season 2023. Were there any others you feel I missed? If so, please tell me in the notes!

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🦎Okay, slight break from the stuff we normally post, this is a personal question for tgirls on progesterone or who know about weird P effects. If that ain't you, skip on by.

I take Progesterone at night before bed. I get some of the standard "yep that's your period" symptoms. But I also get some weirdass pseudo-narcolepsy symptoms. Way more intense than anything I've seen online. So yeah, if you know what this shit could be please lmk.

So, randomly on like 10% of days, I get the following, usually a combination of 2-4 together:

1-3PM - loss of muscle tone. Shaky, fumbling things, feeling like I'll fall over, more effort to clench muscle anywhere on the body. This happens even 36 hours after a dose sometimes.

1-3PM - intense tiredness? REALLY intense. "You have 2 minutes to get to a bed or you'll slam your head on your desk" levels of sudden tiredness. And I'll stay asleep for 3-4 hours, wake up still tired, and sleep a normal amount that night on top of it.

12-5PM - overheating in even loose clothing, cold sweat, mild-grade fever, fuzzyiness, foggy head.

1-4PM - Bloating so bad it affects my breathing. Feeling like breathing is effortful, short of breath. When I pay attention I seem to breath fine, but the second I stop it starts to feel constrained again. Goes away if I stretch/dance enough to get bowel stuff moving.

1-4PM - Heart rate stuff? Maybe related to bloating too? Rushing heart rate, inconsistent heart rate, sudden chest pain with cough, that sorta thing.

I've checked everything else I take over the last two years, this is 100% the progesterone. All of this stuff never happens a week off Progesterone. The symptoms give me panic attacks too, when I forget why it's happening. I've been cycling for two years now: go on P for a few weeks, get panicky and feel like I'm dying randomly, go off again, forget, try a month later. Wasn't until i started taking notes last year that I realized the pattern, wasn't until a few months ago I proved it.

So yeah, any thoughts? Legit anything, I've looked up all this stuff and found nothing, I'll take any ideas or data. The pseudo-narcolepsy stuff is /not/ on any progesterone symptom list I've seen. Tiredness a few hours after taking it, sure, but not 36 hours after. Doctor doesn't listen when I say how intense this is.

Also I Swear To The Fucking Gods, if this is my autistic brain misunderstanding what Girl Horniness is supposed to feel like and my brain just Never Felt That Shit so it Thinks Its Dying, I'm going to be so fucking pissed.