#swel

[ziskandra]

quick life updates with asha!

played in the national scrabble championships over the easter weekend, came 17th (probably my best showing since i started working full time lol)

FINALLY on annual leave until may 7th… i basically have no plans other than to go to my weekly pilates sessions and work on my dragon age big bang fic and I’m very much looking forward to relaxing and recovering after what has been a very intense year at work lmao

stupid ingrown toenails isn’t fixing itself so i might have to get it looked at by a ~PROFESSIONAL~, boo 😤

[frankmillerturnonyourlocation]

HD!Emerson’s apartment is by a freeway, so it’s always kind of noisy. Lowish rent. They try to keep its location secret for as long as they can— defaulting to going to the Mancave and Henry’s house instead, etc. Not sure when the first time Henry gets to come in is— if it’s before they start dating in earnest or after

[celestialgallaghers]

Morning Rain [18+]

Hiiiii I just wanted to post a quick lil something for valentines day. btw Double Dare Ya part 2 is in the works but I had to get this one out of my brain first. 

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Summary: Basically just Noel & some early morning smut. And a bit of fluff bc vday. I hope you enjoy 💌

Word count: 2.4k

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The first thing you registered upon waking was the soft patter of rain against the windowsill. The second was the gentle press of lips trailing lazy kisses along the nape of your neck. A slow, contented sigh escaped you as you shifted, stretching out before curling back into the warmth behind you, a drowsy smile playing on your lips.

Noel was always extra affectionate in the morning, and you never tired of it. This was your favorite version of him—soft, unguarded, untouched by the weight of the world that so often settled into a scowl on his face. The knowledge that no one else got to see him like this, that he reserved this tenderness for you alone, made you adore him even more.

He draped an arm over your waist, pulling you flush against him. Another kiss landed just behind your ear, followed by a sleepy murmur. "Mornin’."

"Mm, morning," you replied through a yawn, turning just enough to meet his gaze. His eyes were still heavy with sleep, his expression softened by the haze of early morning. You leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips before rolling back into your previous position, burrowing into his warmth.

The air was still cool, but he was so warm that you found yourself chasing that heat, nuzzling closer. He always smelled so good, no matter how many nights he spent sweating under stage lights or in dingy pubs. This morning, he smelled of sleep and warmth, with the faintest trace of his usual cologne. There was no way to describe it really, it was just Noel. The sheets always carried his scent, but you preferred going straight to the source.

His fingers, rough from years of playing guitar, traced slow, lazy circles against your stomach, a soothing rhythm that left you teetering between wakefulness and sleep. You reached for his hand, bringing it to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to his skin, the cool metal of his rings contrasting with the warmth of your mouth.

Noel sighed contentedly, tucking his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. His hand slipped from yours, drifting lower, his thumb skimming the curve of your hip before dipping to trace idle patterns along your bare skin. The cold drag of metal made you tense slightly, and he let out a quiet chuckle, adjusting his touch.

“‘M sorry, forgot to take ‘em off last night,” he mumbled, voice still thick with sleep.

"S’okay," you sighed, lulled by the slow, gentle strokes of his fingers.

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, and you felt yourself sinking back into the pull of sleep.

"You’re gonna fall back asleep, aren’t you?" he murmured, amusement laced in his voice as your breathing slowed.

"M’not," you mumbled, though your eyelids were already fluttering shut. "You’re just so cozy."

He shifted closer, hooking a leg over yours, effectively trapping you against him. More pleasant warmth enveloped you, the weight of him grounding you until you quickly realized that he was half-hard against your hip.

You let out a sleepy laugh. "Well, I’m definitely not goin’ back to sleep now."

Noel hummed, his lips brushing against your skin. "Oh, you’ve only just noticed that now, have you?" His hips rolled against you lazily, and a shiver ran down your spine that had nothing to do with the cold.

Heat bloomed low in your stomach, spreading between your thighs as the slow friction built. His hand slipped beneath your shirt, his touch featherlight as he traced warm patterns along your torso. The heat of him was intoxicating, and you couldn’t help but push back against him, drawing a low groan from his throat.

His fingers skimmed higher, teasing over the swell of your breast, and your breath hitched. You were definitely awake now.

He brushed a thumb over your nipple, the rough pad of it sending a jolt of pleasure through you. You inhaled sharply, your body instinctively pressing into his touch.

"Let me take care of you," he mumbled against your skin. 

A hum of approval slipped from your lips, warmth pooling in your chest as his thumb circled your nipple again, this time with more intent. His mouth trailed along your jaw, placing lingering kisses down to the sensitive spot below your ear.

He already knew every inch of your body, every spot that made you shiver, every touch that set you alight. And he used that knowledge mercilessly.

His breath grew heavier, warm against your neck as his hand kneaded at your breast, fingers rolling over your peaked nipples. When he nipped at your earlobe, a quiet gasp escaped you

"You make the sexiest noises, d’you know that?" he whispered, his lips trailing lower, teeth grazing lightly over your skin.

"Do I?" you managed, voice breathy.

“Mm,” he hummed. “Love the way you sound.”

The heat between your thighs grew insistent, the ache impossible to ignore as his hand drifted lower, teasing at the waistband of your underwear. His fingers barely ghosted over the sensitive skin, yet it was enough to send goosebumps rippling across your body.

He unwound his leg from yours, shifting slightly as his fingers trailed down your thigh, making you twitch.

"Impatient, are we?" he teased, parting your legs slightly as his fingers ghosted over your inner thigh.

"Wouldn’t be if you weren’t such a bloody tease," you muttered, frustration creeping into your voice.

He inched his hand higher, making you shiver again. “Can’t help it,” he grinned against your shoulder.

You huffed, knowing you’d never win this battle.

Then, without warning, he knocked your legs further apart and cupped you with a firm, warm hand, drawing a sharp inhale from you.

Your hips rolled against his palm, seeking more, and he let out a satisfied groan. His lips found your neck once more, soft kisses pressing into your skin as his fingers traced slow, torturous strokes over the damp fabric between your thighs.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet,” he murmured, voice thick with desire.

“Can’t help it,” you echoed back breathlessly. 

His fingers moved with practiced ease, teasing along your slit, the drag of the damp cotton heightening every sensation. A soft moan slipped from your lips as he pressed his thumb against you, circling gently, then rougher, drawing another needy sound from you.

"Want me to take these off?" he whispered, fingers hooking into the waistband, his breath uneven against your skin.

"Please," you breathed, voice dripping with need.

He obliged, slipping them down your legs and discarding them. The cool air kissed your skin for only a moment before his hand returned, fingers gliding through your wetness.

"Better?" His breath ghosted over your neck, but you could practically hear the smirk. He knew exactly what he was doing.

"Noel," you whined, impatience bubbling inside you.

But he didn’t move. 

Frustrated, you grabbed his wrist, guiding his hand lower, your fingers fumbling against his rings. The cold metal was stark in comparison to the heat between your thighs.

"I’ll take ‘em off," he murmured, beginning to slide his hand away.

"No, leave them," you said quickly, gripping his wrist a little tighter. A flush of heat crept up your neck at your own desperation.

He chuckled, low and knowing. "Oh, you like them, do you?"

You bit your lip but nodded, dragging his hand back up to press the coolness against your clit. The contrast sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through you, a gasp spilling from your lips as your hips jerked.

Noel let out a shaky breath. "Fuck…"

And then, he finally gave you what you wanted.

His hand dropped lower, your breathing hitching as he pushed a finger inside you, his touch slow and deliberate as he teased you. 

A moan slipped from your lips, then another as he added a second finger, working you open with expert hands. His rings grazed against you with every movement, the sensation a heady mix of warmth and cool metal. A shiver rippled down your spine as he curled his fingers just right, sending a fresh wave of pleasure crashing over you.

Your body jolted, arching against him as his fingers gave a particularly sharp curve . Your nails dug into the sheets, hips rolling, chasing the friction, the pressure. Pleasure was building too fast to contain.

"That’s it," he breathed, pressing a kiss just below your jaw before nipping at the sensitive skin. His fingers quickened, plunging deep, stretching you with an ease that made your stomach tighten. His rings, now warmed by your body, still left a delicious contrast against your slick heat.

Then he bit down on the soft skin below your jaw, and a sharp whimper escaped you.

Your body reacted instinctively, pressing back into him, seeking more as his fingers found that perfect spot inside you, the one that sent sparks shooting through your veins.

His pace quickened, unrelenting, hitting that spot with maddening precision until you felt yourself unraveling, your body tightening around him. Your moans spilled freely now, raw and desperate, the pleasure climbing higher with each motion.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you silently thanked whatever deity had gifted him with his guitar skills. The years of practice kept his fingers from cramping too quickly. You were willing to bet he could keep this up for hours without tiring.

The thought sent another shiver through you. Maybe someday. But right now, you were too far gone to wait

He shifted closer, grinding against your ass, the heat of him unmistakable as you felt his own need twitching against you. It was enough to make you dizzy with pleasure. 

"Noel," you gasped, your voice barely coherent. "So good… please."

The coil in your stomach tightened, every nerve set alight. The pleasure was deep and consuming, like fire licking through your veins. Your breath came in broken sobs, body trembling under the sheer intensity of it. Your head tilted back against his chest, needy gasps spilling from your lips, skin flushed with warmth.

He ground against you harder, his breath catching, and you heard a soft whine slip from his lips. The sound sent a fresh jolt of arousal through you, tightening the knot in your stomach. You were so close it was almost painful, teetering right on the edge.

“Noel, please—fuck, need you,” you babbled, desperate and breathless.

And somehow, he understood.

"I've got you," he murmured, his voice low and sure.

His thumb found your clit, barely brushing against it, but that was all it took. The contact sent you spiraling over the edge

Your body tensed, then shattered, pleasure crashing over you in powerful, rolling waves that stole the breath from your lungs. A strangled moan tore from your lips as he worked you through it, fingers unrelenting as your body shook against him.

Even as the initial peak faded, he didn’t stop. No, he kept moving, his fingers curling, dragging out every last aftershock until you were trembling, overstimulated and lost in the haze of pleasure. It was overwhelming and intoxicating all at once. For a fleeting moment, you thought you might come again, the sensation so intense it blurred the edges of thought.

Then, finally, he eased his fingers from you, giving you a chance to catch your breath. Slowly, your muscles uncoiled, the tension ebbing into a satisfied ache. You felt boneless, completely undone. Even shifting onto your back sent pleasant aftershocks rippling through you, your muscles still twitching with the remnants of your release.

Then Noel was pulling you toward him again.

His touch lingered, teasing as he just barely pressed his ring against your clit. You jolted, oversensitive, a sharp gasp escaping your lips. 

He exhaled sharply, watching you with dark, heavy-lidded eyes, drinking in every twitch and shiver. Then, with deliberate slowness, he lifted his fingers to his mouth and cleaned you off them, making a show of swirling his tongue around the rings.

"I’ll never be able to look at these the same way again," he said, smirk tugging at his lips.

You barely registered what he said, breath still uneven as you turned, pressing your face into his chest, listening as his erratic heartbeat slowed to a steady rhythm. His hand moved gently over your back, fingers tracing lazy patterns, soothing in the aftermath. He played with your hair absentmindedly, letting you recover from your intense orgasm.

Lifting your head, you met his gaze, still dark with unmistakable lust, but now laced with something softer. A slow smile spread across his face as he reached to brush a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His touch lingered, fingers trailing down to cup your cheek, thumb skimming over your bottom lip.

"Love you so much," you whispered, pressing a kiss to his thumb, voice thick with adoration.

His expression shifted, something deeper flickering behind his eyes. His fingers traced along your jaw, tilting your chin up so you were looking right at him.

"Love you too," he murmured, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. "More than you know."

You shifted, capturing his lips properly in a slow kiss, pouring every ounce of emotion into it. His tongue slid against yours, and the taste of yourself on his lips sent another thrill through you.

Smiling against his mouth, you slid a leg between his, where he was still achingly hard.

He’s been so good to you, so patient. The thought sent a fresh wave of affection coursing through you. Pressing one last kiss to his bottom lip, you pulled back, a slow smirk spreading across your face.

“Need help with that?” you teased.

He exhaled a short laugh, eyes dark and wanton. “Yeah, I could use a hand… or two.”

Your fingers trailed down his chest, skimming over the firm planes of his stomach before halting just above his waistband.

"Well, since you were so kind…" you mused, letting the words hang in the air before slowly flipping him over, pressing him into the mattress with a grin.

His breath hitched, his gaze locking onto yours. It was your turn now.

And you were going to devour him whole.

[lilap20]

Chapter X: Aemma's daughters

@koobratzy @beebeechaos

The tension is at its peak when my father walks down the aisle. We all look at him with our breath stuck in our throats. King Viserys takes his place on the Iron Throne, and we all bow our heads in reverence. Cregan vaguely runs his hand over my back in a final gesture to relax me as my father speaks.

-If I invited you all here, begins my father in a loud voice but which I know is trembling, it is to put my estate back in place.

My whole body tenses and I risk a glance at my big sister. She remains dignified, her head erect in her red dress, her violet gaze fixed on my father. Leanor looks at me a little troubled before looking at my sister then my father. Why is Viserys doing this?

-Over the years, the King continues, since the birth of my two male children, my ear has been attentive to the rumors and gossip of the court. My father's voice is strong as that of a King should be.

Alicent’s gaze slides over us as she shakes Aegon’s hand in a sign of support. My purple gaze hasn't left her, my face straight being tense and emotionless, which made her blush and she looks away.

-I stand before you, proclaims the King, to confirm that my heir to the throne is Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen.

My body immediately relaxes, I can hear my cousin Laena sigh while momentarily stroking my uncle's arm who nods his head a little relieved himself. I look at Cregan who smiles at me, with a look that says “I told you so”. Rhaenyra simply nods while Leanor is more expressive shaking her hand. Finally, my gaze turns to my mother-in-law, Alicent and her children. If Aegon doesn't feel slighted or anything, Alicent is completely tense and upset by this announcement. If her gaze could kill, she would have exterminated us.

-In addition, continues my father, the Crown Princess has shared with me some magnificent news, said my father with joy in his voice. She is waiting for the future heir of Dragonstone.

The crowd in the great hall begins to applaud at the news, and we ourselves applaud while turning our hands towards Rhaenyra who just smiles in thanks. Vaguely my gaze turns to Ser Harwin who is against a wall looking at my sister from afar. Our eyes meet and mine is so intense that he looks away. My sister is pregnant with his child, but I refuse to let the stares coming from him put her and the baby in danger.

“Well, well,” my father said, calming the crowd by raising his hand. I also want to announce that if something bad happens to the Crown Princess before she gives birth to her first born, the heir will be Princess Nymeria Targaryen.

A loud murmur shakes the room as Cregan's hand tightens on my back and my body remains unmoved. I have no desire for the throne, I don't want anything bad to happen to my sister, I want peace, I want her to ascend the throne, and I want to return to the North with my husband.

-Her first born will be heir to the throne after her, my father continues while the script is written, and the second will be the future Lord of Winterfell.

Cregan nods as my father's words are addressed to him. I know he’s not thrilled about it, and so am I. I don't want the child in my belly to be part of this dangerous game for the throne. Instinctively I pass a hand over my stomach as if to reassure us, Alicent follows my movement by raising an eyebrow.

-If Princess Rhaenyra were to leave us in labor, and the child she is carrying still lives, Princess Nymeria will be heir temporarily until the young baby becomes a man or woman of 16 years old. Continue my father the crowd hanging on his mouth. If misfortune were to touch my house, and its voice becomes more melancholy, and my first two born were to leave this Earth without an heir, the throne would fall to my eldest son Aegon II.

The entire court is still murmuring, my father had just placed Aegon, his male heir after my sister and me, after our children, and this before the court and the Maesters, before the scripts. A feeling of pride swells in my chest. I wish my mother was there to see our Father choose my sister and me, going against ethics and the law. Either way, the King is the Law.

-The King is Law, and we follow the Law. Said The Hand and the court repeats it as we do, the Session is adjourned.

As soon as the gossip begins, the nobles do not waste a second leaving the great hall while shooting us looks. Alicent grabbed my sister Heelena's hand before leaving the Throne room without looking at Aegon and Aemond.

I take my sister in my arms and she immediately relaxes, sighing against my neck. Our eyes meet when our bellies touch and a secret glance makes us laugh softly. I look at my uncle Daemon who with a positive sign from his wife approaches us with a small smile stretching his lips. Arriving in front of us, his pale purple eyes shine with love when he gently tilts his head then takes my hand then Rhaenyra's.

-You, my nieces, will make perfect Queens. He whispers before kissing my hand

My heart is beating so hard in my chest that it could escape. I cover my uncle with a look of love and thanks. He smiles at me before looking at Rhaenyra and his whole world stops. He caresses her hand momentarily while my sister's gaze doesn't leave him. It is hot like dragon fire, chaotic like their behavior. Daemon leans down to kiss her hand and my sister sucks in a breath as if she's finally being allowed to breathe.

Daemon steps back, letting go of our hands before nodding briefly to return to our cousin taking her by the waist. Together they leave the Throne Room.

I watch my uncle leave, my sister does too. Her gaze is wet, moved. What Daemon just did was accept us as heirs and give us his help and support. The only support we need most after our father.

-Let's go. Cregan whispers, taking my hand gently.

I nod, smiling at his warm gaze. I turn to look at my father who is talking with his hand and scripts. His gaze meets mine briefly before smiling and nodding. I do the same leaving the throne room, Cregan keeping my hand in his.

I couldn't sleep that night.

It's pleasantly nice this evening, the cool wind blowing against the thin curtains of the bedroom windows. Despite the wind and pleasant temperature of the night, Cregan sleeps naked in the sheets, his body adjusting to the difference between north and south. The sheet covers his lower back as his legs protrude from the sheet, he breathes softly, although sweating from his back, his black hair tangled and scattered across the cushion.

I move slowly and his arm tightens around my waist in a reflex, and I smile. Cregan is still protective and possessive even when he sleeps, and with the pregnancy it got worse. I gently caress his arm while smiling softly admiring his beauty when he sleeps. His body has a few scars, mostly on his back and shoulders and a long one on his rib. Sometimes I like to pet them and it makes him smile.

But even thinking about these little moments between us doesn't help me get to sleep. My head has not stopped spinning since our Father announced the succession. Gossip and plots are playing on our heads and I can't sleep. Slowly I stand up, Cregan's hand falling on my thighs, he automatically frowns and with agility and much prayer I place a cushion on his arm.

After waiting for him to wake up which he doesn't, I discreetly get out of bed wearing my long nightgown. I quickly put on some riding clothes and grab a cape. When I was ten and two years old, Daemon gave me a book containing all the secret passages of the Cruel King Maegor.

I know that behind my bed is a hidden door, and I really want to get some fresh air and breathe. Without waiting, I put on boots hiding a dagger inside, quickly tie my hair in a half ponytail and go behind my bed. I watch Cregan sleep peacefully, his face relaxed, his breathing calm. I smile then as gently as possible push the wall and jump when a door opens with a noise.

I close my eyes before opening them hoping Cregan is still asleep, and he is. I sigh and walk through the door, a breeze lifting my hair and cooling my face. I don't think and close the door behind me, adjust my cloak and run down the stairs. The wind is strong, there is a musty smell but I can feel the weight on my stomach lifting.

A feeling of freedom spreads through me as I run through the palace catacombs without even properly looking ahead. Suddenly a hand grabs me and I let out a cry which is muffled by a hand.

-Are we out, niece? Daemon's voice asks in my ear

Freed from his grip I turn towards him out of breath, my face probably red.

-Uncle ? What are you doing there ? I ask surprise, detailing him from head to toe

He is not dressed in rich clothing, but only in ordinary clothing and a cape which partially covers his head. He puts his hands in his pockets with an amused look.

-It's more up to me to ask you this question. He responds with a grin before frowning. What are you doing Nymeria?

I swallow with my hand in the bag, I look around with my heart racing, my mouth dehydrated from my race and Daemon silently passes me his water bottle and I drink quickly with a grateful look.

-So ? Daemon asks, raising an eyebrow waiting for me to respond.

-I wanted to clear my mind, I admit, running a hand over my stomach. Hell I didn't even think about the baby in my rush, I could have put him in danger.

Daemon looks at me, then he looks at my hand and approaches me concerned.

-Issi ao going hen mērī isse maegor's corridors while ao sagon expecting cregan's riñnykeā? (Are you going out alone in Maegor's corridors while you're expecting Cregan's child?) He asks and I notice his annoyance because he spoke in High Valyrian

-Nyke couldn't ēdrugon Daemon, I admit almost complaining, se nyke ēdan daor desire naejot jikagon naejot se rōva library. (I couldn't sleep Daemon, and I had no desire to go to the big library).

Daemon sighs, picking up his canteen. He mutters before walking in front of me, peaceful, his large size never getting stressed.

-Uncle Daemon? I ask looking at him not knowing what to do

-Follow me, I didn't plan for you to be here during my little trip, but come anyway. He says without looking at me and I run to be on his level

-We are in town. I whisper looking around me

The cool wind that I refocused in the Palace has disappeared, the atmosphere is heavy, the streets stink, and the noise is deafening. The townspeople scream in chaos, some too drunk to walk on the dirty ground.

-Hide your face well, Daemon whispers, pulling on my cloak.

I didn't dare ask him what he was doing, or why he wanted to go down to town. He agreed to take me there so I turn a blind eye to his activities.

The city is as I have always been told. Noisy, lively, dirty, and above all vicious. I turn my head and blush heavily seeing a woman against a wall, a man slapping her ass while pulling on her hair. Daemon just chuckles before taking my hand and leading us somewhere else.

-Where are we going ? I ask looking at him, keeping my hand in his

-I was going to a tavern, said Daemon looking around him, but considering your condition, he said, glancing at my stomach, it is better that I take you to the theater.

-Does Laena know you are here? I ask curious my violet eyes watching him then i jump when I step on someone

-Does Cregan know you're here? He asks giving me a look and I blush cutting our eye contact.

I don't answer, nor Daemon, we walk through the streets, heading deeper into the city. Soon the deafening and heavy noise subsides as we enter a street where men and women jump or stare when we meet their eyes. And I understand, we are in Silk Street.

Daemon says nothing pulling me into a house where men and women are sitting or standing with drinks in their hands. Daemon sighs as he pulls me closer to the chair. We sit down and he takes off his cape. When I am about to do the same he stops me giving me his water bottle.

-If we ever see you here, you will be compromised. He warns, looking ahead as he is served wine

I drink water with red cheeks when I realize where I am. Naked and painted humans dance before us, a sensual and erotic dance that captivates the eye. No one looks towards Daemon, he crosses his legs drinking his cup, his gaze fixed on the spectacle.

-It’s not theater. I whisper giving him an amused look

Daemon returns my gaze with a grin before finishing his cut.

-But that will do the trick I suppose? He asks, raising an eyebrow.

I smile taking his bottle and drinking water. Yes that will do the trick.

When I return to my room, my clothes smell of the city, and I hurry to undress and put on my nightgown. I untie my hair and gently remove the cushion to place myself under Cregan's arm.

This evening with Daemon was unexpected, but I would like to go through it again. My mind is more relaxed, although I am embarrassed that I haven't said anything to Cregan. I look at my husband who pulls me towards him, his nose going to my neck, eyes still closed. I run a hand over his arm and his hand caresses my stomach. When I close my eyes, his whisper gives me goosebumps, the hairs climbing up my back.

-Don't go out in the night in secret anymore.

Cregan and I were at the Dragon's Pit when guards arrived, my father getting out of the carriage.

Cregan, who was making sure my riding boots were secure and watching Nightmares out of the corner of his eye, stands up, bowing his head when my father approaches.

-Father. I greet a little surprised as I move forward to kiss both of his cheeks and he holds my hands back.

-It's been a long time since I've been here, he mutters his head in his memories while looking around him, since the death of the Great Terror.

I caress his knuckles, weak and sick.

-Well, did you miss the smell of the dragon? I ask with a small smile

He wrinkles his nose and I laugh at the expression lighting up his face.

-Not at all, I fear it, he sneers. I heard that you are flying to the North immediately. Said my father while looking at my dragon growling behind

-Yes, I answer a little guilty, the North is managed by Sara Snow, but Cregan must take back the reins. I respond, looking at my father's puny hands.

-I understand it, my daughter, he murmurs himself looking at our linked hands, my heart was torn when your absence was felt, the Gods left me Rhaenyra but for how long. He whispers in a sad voice

I don't know what to say and my father unties our hands to take something that a guard hands him before returning to his place.

-Who is it ? I ask for a curious look

-A decree for your future children, said my father, you know that they will not have the opportunity to be called Prince or Princess. I nod as I take the scroll. With this decree they will be able to receive the title of Prince and Princess, and you will be able to keep your title too.

I look at my father with a completely shocked face. He smiled as he saw it caressing my cheek.

-But father…

-Accept, said Viserys in a melancholy and authoritative voice, this is my gesture to show my love for you. You and Rhaenyra are all I have left. You are my only children.

I want to ask him how he feels about Alicent's children, how does he treat them if we are his only children?

My questions die on my lips as I jump to my father's neck, hugging him to me. I haven't held him in my arms since my mother died, I want to cry against him but I manage to detach myself from him, my eyes shining with emotion.

-Thank you my King. I say bowing quickly then I take his hand and position it on my stomach and he feels the round fabric

My father smiled at me before blushing in surprise and looking at me with his deep, emotional eyes.

-Thank you my daughter.

[jasperandhenryslovechild]

my friend and i have watched the henry danger trailer over and over again at least 30 times, and we've watched it COUNTLESSLY at .25 speed and pausing every 5 seconds to point out random ass little tidbits and make assumptions and theories.

this is a hyperanalysis dump of everything we've noticed so far!

under the cut🗣️🔥‼️

in chronological order!!

BLACKOUT?

whys bro got CLAWS NOW WHATTT

i still want to think this is blackout but at the same time the claws kinda throw me off since i don't think those were in df? so it's kinda weird? IDKIDKIDJD QE DO HAVE MORE THIS GUY CLIPS THOUGH AND IDK WHO HE IS BUT I LOVE HIM! #! #! $ BEAT HENRYS ASS BRO GIVE US THAT HURT WE'VE BEEN WAITING ON FOR SIX YEARS/j

that's all ive got about bro, i did also make an entire theory post about him though so OUT OF THE WAY BUDDY/j

BIZWATCH TRUTHING

ignore how it's shittily put together cropped images i have lots to share and don't want to exceed tumblrs image limit, i am NOT making another post with all the same fuckin things😭😭

BIZWATCH RUMORS (literally just me reading a sign in the background) are TRUE. charlotte is absolutely not in on this because she wouldn't have let this name slide/j it is growing on me though!! the fact that bizwatch has such a large & expensive building implies that this could be far into the future of the dangerverse timeline— henry's first appearance back since hd is like 3 weeks after the beginning of df and his last appearance i want to say is like 2 or 3 years since the beginning of danger force, and i don't think anybody in the history of like ever has made enough money with their underground vigilante business to be able to have such a flashy & huge hq

also, why is it in existence??? if you're the SINGULAR HEROES in the most dangerous city in the world, you'd want your hq to be more..... hidden?? yknoww....??? and not pull a man's nest??? not complaining though it looks silly

also also, the clip glee dango released could maybe be taking place in that building??? not sure though because of how run down it is but still oooo aaaah

MISSY'S BEDROOM!!

i have SO MUCH TO SAY ABOUT MISSY'S BEDROOM BECAUSE THERE ARE SO MANY LITTLE EASTER EGGS HIDDEN IN IT AARRGRGGRHH

firstly, the way henry falls into the bedroom makes me think that like he fell out the window and the reality altering device took him into missys bedroom and like accidentally saved bros life which would be so funny 😭😭

there are SO MANY REFERENCES LITTERED IN THIS

from top to bottom, left to right

"[??]-INSPIRED GRAFFITI SWEEPS THE CITY"

added the extra image because it's clearer there, but IS THAT A WALL DOGS REFERENCE? #?? ## IS THAT A HENRY AND THE BAD GIRL PART ONE AND TWO REFERENCE? #! #?

" ..... Exiled by Swellview......"

i dunno who the hell they're talking about with that one but like also at the same time it's blurry as shit and i kind of guessed... quite a few of these are guesses......

"Kid Danger and ThunderGirl in daring traintop meelee"

THUNDERMANS CROSSOVER REFERENCE! $!! $! $ this girl is dedicated i lwk forgot that happened

"Swellview Dispatch: Kid Danger Dies in Firey Blimp Accident and Saves Entire City. The City Mourns Its Young Hero"

okay so they DOO know about the finale

does that mean missy was the ultimate fucking theorizer above us all??? is she the only one in this universe that puts the two and two together that bizwatch ceo henry hart looks a lot like dead superhero kid danger??? guys missy is the only one in nickelodeon history to do that she might be a lot smarter than we thought, having the capabilities of basic logic..... /j I LOVE HER ALREADY

or maybe she thinks she just used her reality altering device to bring back the dead, in which case i subtract points/j

"A Superhe[ro]...... Answ[er]... The [??????].. all pay"

literally no clue, the pay part makes me want to think budget cuts ref? but im not sure i need more context to that one— i would literally pay any amount of money to buy ANY of these set pieces bro😭😭

"Swellview Dog Society calls foul (?) on irresponsible breeding practices"

not a reference to anything as far as im aware but... good to know? swellview has a dog society now funzies

"Kid Danger Calls Out Bill Evil"

DANGER THINGS REFERENCE! $! $! $! DANGER THINGS MENTIONED! #! $! $!! $

i do know that there was one ill find later that was a rock box dump reference and i thought it was so fun

SHE HAS A KID DANGER COSTUME AWWHH I'M CRYIGNFNND I LOVE HER I LOVE HERR

the reality altering device abbreviates to rad... like how swellview academy for the gifted abbreviates to swag.... im so done😭😭

how did she even get access to that shit??? she has a blueprint above her computer when she was like doing all that coding stuff and its the blueprint to the device itself, does that mean she like made it herself?? maybe like in tandem to the omega weapon she had someone make it for her?? idk idk i need to watch this fucking movie bro 😭😭😭

POSSIBLE OTHER VILLAIN??? WHO ARE YOU MY BRO WHAT SCI FI SHORT DID YOU POP OUT OF

OTHER STUFF (VILLAINS & STUFF)

PIPER TURNS INTO BATS AQWWWHWH I LOVE HER

just got back from doing day 2 of finals though & im tired as all hell so i don't have that much more for now but i may continue dumping stuff later 😭😭

if i add more ill reblog it🗣️🔥‼️

[cozzzynook]

Thinking of some Hurt/comfort. TW: Miscarriage!

When Perceptor was called into the Med Bay the scientist thought of the worst. He had quickly left his post letting Wheeljack to handle whatever they were in the middle of alone, hoping that the inventor won't blow up the lab this time. After a couple of moments Percy entered the Bay only to be greeted by Ratchet who briefed him on what happened.

"So, I'm guessing he didn't tell you considering how early it was into the cycle" Ratchet whispered as they stood outside the private room door.

"Not at all...I didn't even know Hot Rod was seeing anyone" Perceptor shook his helm as he let out a soft sigh. "But is he alright?"

Ratchet nodded as he began typing the door code into the wall panel. "Physically? Yes. Mentally? Grief effects us all differently...he might be a little out of it for a while. I'm sorry"

Once the door opened Ratchet stepped to the side before gesturing Perceptor to enter, taking in a sharp vent the scientist entered the room not knowing what to expect. Lifting his gaze Percy's optics landed on the slightly hunched frame of Hot Rod, who was currently softly sniffing while he pulled his legs closer to his chest. Percy's spark tore in two as he slowly joined Hot Rod's side wrapping one comforting arm around the mech's shoulder. "Oh my sweet fire, I'm so sorry"

Letting out a choaked sob Hot Rod turned to greet his Carrier with sorrowful optics. "I-I didn't mean for it to happen. I really wanted to tell you...but I didn't-" New tears quickly fell as he quickly buried his face into Perceptor's chest before wrapping his arms tightly around his Carrier.

"Shhh, its alright...this wasn't your fault" Percy pulled Hot Rod closer hoping to sooth his pain and grief. "These things just happen...you didn't know. I'm just glad you're alright" Despite his words Percy knew there wasn't much he could do, he could only let Hot Rod cry and mourn the loss of a spark that was extinguished far to soon.

A few years later...

It was a mostly dull and quiet morning on the Lost Light, which means Perceptor was free to walk down the halls with a couple of date pads in his servos. Just as he is about to round the next corner he suddenly snapped his helm to the side when he heard a soft voice cry out. "Grand Carrier!"

With a soft smile the scientist lowered himself onto one knee placing the data pads onto the floor before opening his arms out in a hug, just then a small green and white sparkling crashed into his chest with a giggle before looking up with their bright blue optics. "Good morning to you my little emerald"

"Grand Carrier, will you and Grand Sire be coming to visit after work? I want to finish my drawings with you!" The sparkling chirped as they bounced in place, their small green spoiler fluttering behind them.

"Hmm, we'll see" Percy smiled.

"Yay!" The sparkling then smiled wide before turning their helm to the sound of second pede steps. "Carry, can Grand Carrier visit us later?"

Rodimus gave a soft hum as he crossed his arms thinking for a moment. "Well, if Grand Carrier isn't busy then sure" He then warmly smiled as he turned to greet Perceptor before leaning down to scoup up his sparkling.

"Of course, I don't mind stopping by for a bit. Besides I can make us some goodies later on" Percy chuckled as he booped his Grand Bitties nose with his digit.

Letting out a soft chuckle Rodimus turned to place a little nuzzle on his sparkling's helm before turning to speak with own Carrier. "Thanks Carrier, they really love spending time with you. I think you might be their favourite on the ship"

"Is that so?" Perceptor hummed softly. "Well, I suppose not much has changed, you always loved spending time with your Grand Sire when you were their age"

"Yeah, the fruit doesn't fall far from the tree it seems" Rodimus smiled again as he placed another nuzzle on his bitties helm making them giggle and playfully swat at his face with their servos.

Perceptor let out another soft hum as his sparked swelled with joy and pride as he watched his own family beginning to grow. He knows he would never trade this for the world and he hoped his family would continue to happy for many years to some.

ᓚᘏᗢ

Awwww this is so sweet at the end!

I love their family!

Also wondering who the sire is

[fieldofdaisiies]

@ruhnweek 🖤 my first time writing Ruhnlidia and I'm so excited to share this story with you. It is only a small drabble, but I realised that it fit much better than a full story. I hope you are excited about the two special guests in this story!!

It is the noise of soft laughter that draws Lidia to the living room. It has been a long time and she craves nothing more than finding comfort within her mate’s arms, lying on the couch with him, watching sunball or whatever. 

But Ruhn isn’t alone in the living room. Someone is with him and her steps grow faster the closer she gets, the louder the laughter gets, and she doesn’t have to think twice to know who is with her mate. 

“Actaeon, Brann.”

The boys’ faces light up when they both simultaneously turn to their mother, the flicking light of the TV making their eyes glow even brighter. “Mum,” they say in unison. They jump up and run to her mother, hugging her tightly.

Lidia kisses both their heads, holding them tightly. Over their heads she meets Ruhn‘s gaze and blinks her eyes rapidly.

“What are you doing here? I thought no one could drive you—?”

“Ruhn picked us up!” Brann grins. “And now we can finally eat.”

“We are starving, mum.”

Lidia‘s huff is full of emotion, her eyes lining with silver. She glances at her boys and then at Ruhn, lounging on the couch, arms spread wide, his grin reaching from one ear to the other.

She smiles at him, her eyes conveying everything she can’t say right now, too overwhelmed with happiness.

“Why haven’t you eaten already? You shouldn’t have waited for me if you were so hungry?” Lidia places her hands on her hips, after placing her bag on the ground.

“Ruhn told us to wait,” Actaean says matter-of-factly.

“He said we could make pizza together,” Brann adds, pointing his thumb at the kitchen behind him. 

So, only five minutes after the four of them find themselves in the kitchen, dough is already being kneaded in a bowl by Lidia, while her two sons pick out the ingredients – everything they can think of and want on top of their pizza. 

Ruhn lovingly curls his arms around her from behind, resting his chin atop her shoulder. He exhales a contented sigh, and Lidia smiles. “I can’t believe you picked them up, I thought you were busy.”

“I am never too busy to spend time with you and your boys,” Ruhn hums in answer, arms curling tighter around his mate. “You always come first, no matter what.”

“I love you,” she says and her voice is hoarse, tears once again bubbling up in her eyes, but vanish the second a handful of dough hits her. 

“You are so cheesy, it is gross!” Brann huffs and Actaeon makes gagging noises next to his brother. “Can we please focus on the pizza?!”

Ruhn laughs as he turns to the two boys. “Did you prepare the tomatoes?” He grins at them when they raise to handfuls of tomatoes, presenting them to him. “And the pepperoni, ham, sweet corn, and–what the hell is that?”

"Pickles!" Actaeon says matter-of-factly. Brann next to him, his hands braced on his hips, nods eagerly. 

“Why pickles?” Ruhn asks, quite in disbelief. “Who would put pickles on a pizza?!” His hands lift in despair and Lidia’s laugh sounds behind him, to this day still the most beautiful sound in the entire world. 

“We do!” the twins say in unison and Lidia’s laughter only grows.

“These are my boys,” she hums and rests her hands on Ruhn’s shoulder when stepping in line with him. “Pickles on pizza sound brilliant, please add them to my piece as well.”

Ruhn can only shake his head, but the boys are eager and happy, opening the jar already, the dough not even on the tray yet. “Well, Ruhn, it seems like you are outnumbered and the pickle lovers win this round,” Actaeon says, his voice tinged with amusement. 

“It really seems like it,” he laughs and reaches for the ham. “I’ll rather stick with the normal things–”

“The boring things,” Brann cuts in and flashes Ruhn a bright, and slightly mischievous grin.

Ruhn couldn’t feel any more happier than right now at this moment. His heart swells with the love for all three of them, and it draws a smile onto his lips that doesn’t fade for hours. This is just perfect. This is family and even though he isn’t their biological father, he tries his best to step up as the best step-dad they could have ever hoped for (but of course, he would never try to replace their foster parents.)

[sandylee007]

Sandy's Sunday Snippet

“You watching me sleeping like Edward stared at Bella... I’m not sure if it’s creepy or romantic.”

Alec’s brows furrowed. “Who are Edward and Bella?” He recalled Simon having mentioned those names before but he never paid a lot of attention to what the man said.

“Of course you haven’t watched ‘Twilight’.” Magnus sounded so fond that it made Alec’s heart swel. Suddenly the man appeared very solemn. “Promise me one thing. It’s important. Don’t ever change.”

So many people had told Alec that there was something wrong with him, had pushed him towards changing in ways that nearly broke him. Someone giving him the opposite message... It was a huge emotional whiplash. “I’ll... I’ll try.” “Good.”

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Kinktober Day 25

Day Twenty-Four | 🌹Kinktober Masterlist🌹 | Day Twenty-Six

Pairing: Shiv Roy x AFAB!Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked

Notes: I am, admittedly, quite nervous about this one, but here we go. Set during S1, pre-wedding.

Warnings: Infidelity; mentions of previous adolescent antics; mirror sex; oral sex; fingering; grinding; semi-public sex

“Try it on.” 

“We’re not here for me.” 

“Humor me.” Shiv tipped her head to the side, brows raising as she gave you a pretty frown, turning slightly from side to side. You knew better than to fall for what you called the Pinky Treatment—the batting eyelashes and pout that she gave her brothers and her father when she wanted something and wasn’t ready to budge on her position—but she always managed to get her way with you.

It was worse now, knowing that she was practically bare under the short pink, satin robe she was wearing. 

Your gaze drifted to the flesh-toned mesh in her hand, covered with dark straps. You reached out, taking hold of the bra and holding it up, gaze wandering the criss-cross of adjustable straps that covered the otherwise open cup. You looked at the piece still in her hand, nodding toward it. 

“What are those straps?” 

“Panties and a suspender belt.” 

You grunted in contemplation. 

“C’mon,” Shiv shuffled closer. “It’ll help me decide which ones I get for the honeymoon.” 

“Will it.” 

“Sure.” 

You glanced warily between the door leading to the lingerie shop’s private dressing suite. Shiv scoffed softly. 

“They won’t open it unless I tell them to,” She reassured. “C’mon, try it on.” 

You sighed heavily, reaching out and taking hold of the rest of lingerie, trying to ignore the little thrill you felt when she smiled victoriously. 

“Turn around,” You mumbled, waving her away. You reached down, frowning at the tags as she did as you asked. “Did you ask them to get my size?” 

“It’s more fun if we both try things on.” 

“Ugh, you weirdo.” 

“Save that for Roman.” 

“I will,” You laughed nervously. You swallowed, trying to push away your nerves as you got undressed. It took a little maneuvering, and by the time you got the bra, panties, and garters on, you felt even more nervous than you did before. 

“It looks fine,” You offered. “You don't need to look.” 

It was all Shiv needed to hear before she spun around, phone still in hand. She went still at the sight of you, her eyes raking over your body with a meticulous slowness that made you want to melt into the floor. She tossed her phone onto the thick-cushioned arm chair as she wandered closer, her arms folding over her chest. 

“Turn around?”

You scoffed, stomping a foot childishly. 

“Shiv.” 

“Turn,” She ordered, twirling her finger. You huffed, turning away from her. It was a solace, really. Your face and body went hot under her scrutiny as you felt her getting closer. God, just hold still. The sooner she looked at you, the sooner you could get out of this. 

You sucked up a sharp breath as you felt Shiv press up against your back, peering over your shoulder at the two of you in the mirror. 

“Fits well,” She commented matter-of-factly, as if you weren’t so hot you could combust. “But these seem a bit…” Her hands smoothed over your hips, tucking beneath the band of your panties. “Snug.” 

“A little,” You mumbled, “But not unlivable.” 

“Hmm,” She nodded, turning her head into your jaw. “We should get you some thigh-highs.” 

“I thought these weren’t for me.” 

“They’re not, but…” Shiv’s hands slid around to your belly, “They could be.” 

Your stomach flipped as her touch traveled up, tracing the strap that hung over the swell of your pebbling nipple. 

“You little slut.” 

“Slut?” You laughed. “If the PC police heard you saying that, you’d be out of a job.” 

“Funny. I think that attitude could make me CEO at Waystar Royco.” 

“Do you want that?” You asked, tipping your head back toward her. She didn’t answer at first, just slid her thumb over the swell of your breast. Your breath caught in your throat as her nail caught against the mesh. 

“This isn’t about what I want right now,” She finally answered. 

“Isn’t it?” You brushed your nose against her cheekbone. “You wanted me to go shopping with you; I’m here. You wanted me to try this on; I did.” 

You watched Shiv’s lips turn down in another pout, and felt her fingers skate across the straps on the bra, skimming your hardening nipple. 

“...Do you think Tom would like it?” You added, trying to turn the conversation. 

“I could turn up in a plaid flannel floor-length nightgown and he’d cum in his pants.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to quiet a laugh as you glanced up toward the mirror. You found Shiv eyeing you there, her fingers, hooking under one of the straps. She held your gaze as she tugged it out, then let it snap back against your nipple. You hissed softly, shifting in discomfort. She shushed you, turning her head and pressing her face into your neck. 

“Remember when we were in high school?” She murmured, breath brushing your skin, “And we used to pretend to date to freak out all the little shitheads in our class?”

You did remember. It was a little game that the two of you had played at—in the halls, between classes, at lunch. You’d held hands in the hall, waited for each other by your lockers—until one of your teachers threatened to report the behavior to her parents. Yours wouldn’t have cared, but there had been a wrath of Logan’s that Shiv wasn’t willing to incur. You nodded now, unable to get the words out.

“You used to get so flustered,” She laughed. “Jumped when I put my hand on your leg.” She slid one hand down, past the underwear to where the garters dangled against your thigh. You forced yourself to hold still, drawing in even breaths through your nose. Shiv let out an interested little hum. “Better at keeping still now, huh?”

“I’ve had more experience,” You mumbled. 

“I bet.” 

Her hands slid up, cupping your breasts and giving them a gentle squeeze. 

“Remember the sleepovers?” She murmured, “When we would play girlfriend-boyfriend?” 

You swallowed thickly, fighting the urge to press up into her hands. 

“That was a long time ago,” You mumbled. She hummed softly, smoothing her hand over your belly. 

“Think I’d make a better boyfriend than I used to,” She tipped her chin up, brushing her lips against the hinge of your jaw. 

“Oh really?” You shifted against her. “I mean…When we were younger, you just deepened your voice, pawed at my tits and called me babe.” 

“Mmm.” 

“So what’s changed?” 

“Well,” She trailed her fingers lower, dipping beneath the band of your panties. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched her in the mirror. Her gaze was set heavily on yours as she brushed her fingertips along the top of your pussy. “I know what I like…” 

“Oh?” 

“And I know what you like.” 

“Is that so?” 

“Mm. Your old roommate liked to talk.” 

Your body went hot at the assertion. You swallowed thickly, eyelids fluttering as Shiv’s lips smooth along the curve of your ear. Her fingers slipped lower, gently swiping her fingers over your clit. 

“Did she,” You mumbled. 

“Sure. Get a couple of tequila shots in her and she had the loosest lips. Awful kisser, that girl,” Shiv smiled. “I don’t know how you put up with her.” 

“I managed.” 

“Mm.” Shiv spread your lips with her fore and ring fingers, using the middle to swirl your clit in slow circles. You bit your lip, tipping your hips into her touch. 

“Shiv, if someone comes in—” 

“No one’s going to,” She insisted again. You felt her grind up against you, heard the slip of her satin robe against your lingerie. 

“Why, because this is Shiv’s World?” You struggled to quip, “Whatever you say goes?” 

“Right now?” She chuckled against you. “It’s pretty close. I’m the bride, after all. I get what I want.” 

“You always get what you—what you want—damnit, Shiv,” You breathed. You grasped her wrist, tugging it out of your underwear before you turned to face her. You cupped her neck, drawing her in for a kiss. Shiv shook your grip loose, curling her arms around your middle and drawing you closer. You raised your hands, sliding them into her hair as her hands greedily wandered your body. You slid your tongue along hers, whimpering softly as she flicked the tip against yours. You gasped, stumbling back as she dropped to her knees, shoving your hips back toward the wall. She tore your panties down your thighs, pushing your legs wide. Your mouth fell open with a choked moan, hinging forward slightly as she pressed her face between your thighs, tongue sliding along the seam of your sex. 

“Shit,” You hissed, reaching down and curling your hands in her hair. You used the grip to grind down against mouth, quieting your whimpers as she lapped at you, sucking your clit between her lips and lashing it with her tongue. Her nails dug into your thighs as they quake, your knees weakening at her ministrations. You tugged Shiv’s hair, guiding her back and giving her a push. She leaned away, scooching back along the floor as you joined her on the floor. You grasped the tie on her robe, yanking it open as you climbed over her. She sagged back against the floor, sighing softly as you sucked one of her nipples into your mouth. 

You swirled your tongue around the hardening peak, sighing against her soft, fair skin as you slotted your thigh between her legs. You straddled her leg, whining as the two of you ground and pushed against one another. You scraped your teeth over her nipple, pinning her hip to the floor as she cursed and arched up against you. You drew your hand from her hip to toy with her slick pussy, feeling her plant her feet and drive her hips up against your hand and thigh. 

You tipped your chin up, eyeing Shiv. You found her pink-cheeked and panting, watching you from beneath her lids. You stroked her clit more harshly, ignoring the growing cramping in your wrist and fingers as she pressed her lips together tight. She sat up a little, propping herself up with one hand before shoving her hand back between your thighs. Your gut swooped, your lips parting as she swiped her tongue across your lips. You gasped as your orgasm swelled, your hips jolting as Shiv ground up against your thigh and fingers. You lowered your head, pressing your face into her neck as you cum. 

“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck, Shiv.” 

She hums, sucking a kiss against your neck as you feel her pussy spasming beneath your touch. You pant softly, nuzzling her skin gently and drawing her against you. Shiv hums happily, rolling her hips against you, chasing the throbbing aftershocks. 

“Um—Miss Roy?” 

The shop attendant’s voice made you go still in panic. Shiv hurried off of your lap, drawing her robe back around herself and tying it tightly. You stood on unsteady legs, straightening the lingerie and meeting Shiv’s eye as she raises her brows, nodding questioningly. 

“Yeah,” You breathe, smoothing your hand over your garments. Shiv swallows, clearing her throat before she reaches out, opening the door. The attendant looks between the two of you, brows raised, an expectant smile on her face. 

“How is everything in here?” 

“Fine,” Shiv says simply, “But we’d like some more champagne. And we’ll take what she's wearing in addition to what I order,” She points to you. 

“Excellent! Can I wrap them up?” 

“No need. She’ll be wearing them out.”

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[ficoandleo]

🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵

Metal and madness

A sweltering summer,

That is Vagastrom.

🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶

I think ur haiku's missing a syllable on the second line lol a•swel•ter•ing•sum•mer is only 6

That's pretty good tho! The guys here prob won't notice the difference but I bet they'd get a kick out of an artsy type writing poetry abt them💜

[izroulia]

draft doc

For those who want to read/ provide feedback. This version doesn't have the authors notes at the end, that is on the quotev link

Theres no way I can loose any files if its on two seprate platforms.

[painted-bees]

[edit: this is a bit outdated, now! You can read the full narrative of these events over here!]

The water between the Discovery Islands, off the coast of British Columbia, is perhaps the sleepiest, most uneventful little corner of the entire Pacific Ocean. It’s a perfect little cradle for the marine life that abundantly lives there. And so, when something peculiar does occur within the tranquil archipelago, it is never to be dismissed.

Which is why, when an enormous bubble that rose up from the depths between Vancouver Island and Quadra Island went wholly unreported, locals were easily persuaded into believing that their memories of the sudden tidal swel--which swallowed their shorelines in the middle of the night and claimed no victims--was a phenomenon of mass delusion.

With little to nothing in the way of consequence following that strange night, it was easy to fall back onto the knowledge that things such as tsunamis simply cannot occur in isolation among the dense cluster of quiet little islands. Magritte and Rafael, however, were not so unchanged by the events that took place.

Magritte remembers how the icey bite of the water numbed her oyster-torn palms. She remembers imagining the finger of a monkey paw curling when she finally got to see the dorsal fins of the orcas that everyone but her had been so fortunate to spot from the Smelt Bay shoreline. They were close enough to touch, but she could not bring up her arms. She remembers singing, in poorly ragged notes, to Orion who remained aloof and uncaring among the rest of the stars in the sky.

Whether Magritte’s memories of being swept out to sea that night are real or hallucinatory in nature, life in their little island cottage was never quite the same afterwards. Magritte had spent the following week in bed, recovering from a fever–and all the while, Rafael would frequently hear her calling his name in a hoarse, tired voice from the yard outside. Her silhouette could, for fleeting moments, be seen breaking up the moonlit boughs of the evergreen forest bordering the property. And, she would sing…a ragged, slightly nonsense song which sounded as though it had been composed as a futile weapon against a fading consciousness.

It should have been unnerving. In fact, it could have been wholly upsetting. Though it sounded perfectly like her, Magritte was not out there beckoning him. She was upstairs resting, safe and cozy. Still, the doppelganger called and crooned. It met Rafael’s consciousness not as an ill omen, but as a wandering curiosity. His name met him as an inquiry, the ragged singing as an attempt at conversation. He responded by leaving an offering of tea and cookies at the foot of the porch steps leading into the side yard, where thought he had occasionally caught a glimpse of her inconsistent contours against the foliage of the forest.

He didn’t wholly believe that the phantom Magritte outside actually existed. In the mornings, the mug of tea would be tipped over, and the cookies taken away by the local wildlife. But, that empty plate was encouragement enough for him to keep up the little ritual, at least until Magritte–the real Magritte–was back on her feet. And indeed, once Magritte had returned to her energetic self, the shadow of her that lurked by the treeline every night prior…fell silent and unseen. 

Until Magritte invited it inside.

It did not speak, but held them with a swallowing gaze. So slender, so gentle mannered. It had approached Magritte with an armful of fish; an apology. Magritte invited it in, and Rafael prepared a late dinner for the three of them.

 It became the new evening ritual; it would arrive at the cottage with a fresh haul from the sea, Magritte would invite it inside, Rafael would make dinner from whatever it had brought them. Each night, its appearance changed little by little into something less vaguely otherworldly. Or, perhaps, they were simply growing more familiar. It taught them the song that Magritte had sung to Orion (she had, herself, forgotten the lyrical genius of her delirium), and they recomposed it into a jovial, drunken shanty together. They introduced their peculiar houseguest to mp3s, fleece-lined sweaters, and strawberry rhubarb ice cream, and in exchange, it brought them uniquely shaped shells and foraged trinkets from the bay.

These nightly visitations continued until, at last, it–she adopted a name she had heard and liked; Cortes.

And, she stayed that night until morning, and until the morning after that, and the morning after that, and…so forth.

[thinkinthoughtsalot]

Interestingly, Elain and Elaine are actually two separate names with different etymologies. They are not cognates and they don't have the same meaning.

Elain is a Welsh name that means "fawn." It comes from a Proto-Indo-European root word that has evolved into the words for deer, doe, hind, and fawn in many languages.

Etymology

From Middle Welsh elain / elein, from Proto-Brythonic elẹn, from Proto-Celtic *elanī, from Proto-Indo-European *h₁el-en-i-/h₁él-h₁n-ih₂, from the Proto-Indo-European root *h₁el- (“yellow-brown”). For cognates see *h₁el-.

Elaine/Helene

Etymology

Most likely from Proto-Hellenic *Ηwelénā, from a pre-Hellenic or late Proto-Indo-European *Swelénā (a solar deity), ultimately from Proto-Indo-European *swel- (“to shine, warm, smoulder, burn”). In that case, related to εἵλη (heílē, “sunshine, sun's heat”) and unrelated to ἑλένη (helénē), σέλας (sélas) or σελήνη (selḗnē).[1]

[some1s-sista]

Attic Clean Out Continues

Yup. Still going through it all. 20 years off stuff collected up there. Donate. Keep. Sell.

I’m almost through all the clothes. A couple more bins to go through. These I donate. Another bin of boys 3T and 4T to go through today.

I found this table up there. I wish I had taken a before picture. Tightened up the loose joints with Swel-Lok, removed some paint drips, slathered on the dark scratch cover oil, and when that dried, finished with orange oil. This is a keep. Put it in the guest room.

Have started in on the piles of toys. Need to vacuum off Mini-me’s doll house then cover it with a sheet to keep the dust and spider/mouse/bat poop off of it Found my older girls’ easy bake oven from 1997! Along with their little child chef sized mixing bowls, utensils, aprons, pot holders and oven kits. So cute!!! I think I will sell the oven on EBay. Works, nothing missing, and in original box. The other stuff I can sell in FB Marketplace.

The saga continues

[creativepawsworld]

Silence - Chapter 52

Pairing = Thomas Shelby x OC

Summary = The Shelby Businesses are out of control. Tommy is at breaking point.

Warnings 18+ = Language...Grammar...implied sexual assault... guns...violence...Alcohol consumption... Gambling mentioned... cheating on partner implied

Word Count = 2,668

Note = So sorry it is late guys. I have had a hell of a few weeks with my home and going back to school. This is honestly my only escape at the minute.

For a long time I went back and forth as to whether or not I bring a certain blond barmaid back. After much thought I have mentioned her to aid the ending of this story and what happens to Tommy if that makes sense. Anyway. I hope you Enjoy and again apologies it is late.

The next morning I stood next to Esme in the back room of the betting shop. John was talking about the business with the family or the lack of it. Campbell and his men had come in and piece by piece took what they as a family had built. I had never seen Tommy look so lost, so defeated as he stared at John. I could tell he had a million problems running through his head and not a single solution to any one of them.

“This meeting should only be for family. She is not family.” Polly pointed to Esme as soon as she tried to speak her opinion. She was upset about Michael, it was her son. A son she just got back and quickly lost again.

I could understand her upset what I couldn’t understand was her gripe with Esme. How I saw it, was that Esme was more family than I was, she had the Shelby name, she bared John a son. I was still only pregnant with Tommy's child, but I did not share his name, not yet at least.

“Let her speak” Tommy put up his hand as Polly started speaking unbelievably fast to the point where she was almost incoherent. “ENOUGH. Enough Polly. Esme.” Tommy demanded, a serious look in his eyes as he shut down his aunt who had the look of disbelief in her eyes that he would dismiss her so abruptly.

As Esme began to speak, I began to think how only a few years ago everything in my life was quiet, uneventful. Perhaps boring. But it was pleasant. I had a toxic but seemingly perfect family to the outside world. Life was somewhat normal. But now here I stood pregnant, unwed. A whore in some people’s eyes and the eyes of the church. A life I most certainly did not envision for myself.

“If Michael ever gets out of prison. I am taking him far away from this family. For good” Polly got into Tommy’s face, threatening him before looking at me. “And you should do the same, Ana. This life is bad.”

I stood silently watching Polly walk away, dragging Finn with her as I cradled my bump. Tommy looked over at me, making eye contact. I bit my cheek looking away from him for only a moment. It seemed everyone had the same warning and yet I seemed to stay. Why? I would question myself.

Tommy sat down folding his hands in front of his mouth, he closed his eyes in deep thought. I stood by the wall as Esme spoke to Tommy but I wasn’t listening to what she was saying. Too lost in my thoughts. John walked passed me, gently patting my shoulder in support as he left. Esme turned back to speak to Tommy once more, speaking lowly.

“Imagine riding away Thomas. Living the real life. Your gypsy half is stronger. You just want to ride away. France is a new place for us, they say.” Esme leaned closer, Tommy staring directly into her eyes, emotionless. “Lots of metal lying around still. Guns and trucks and shells and things. Then we go south. Sainte Marie. Where the Black Madonna is. My brothers go sometimes. They allow you to get lost. It’s like a home for them. Could be for you as well Thomas. You and your new family.”

I didn’t know much about Tommy’s gypsy heritage, he rarely spoke about it. It was always business and work. Rarely he would ask about the baby but most of the time he connected with our unborn child through touch. Especially at night when he thought I was sleeping. I would feel his hand cradle our child, slowly rubbing the swell of my stomach until he fell asleep.

Listening to Esme speak to him, I wasn’t sure if she was getting through to him but it seemed like she had. What she described sounded like a solution to all our problems. A new start away from it all. Away from the Italians, the police. Campbell. No more dirty business. Just Tommy, me and our baby. That's what I wanted, wasn’t it?

“I’ve been to France Esme.” Tommy looked at her unphased. “So has John. Now get your coat and go with your husband” I inhaled softly, of course, he wouldn’t go for it but when he reached up taking Esme’s jaw I stepped forward. “If you ever talk about getting lost again I’ll cut you…from this family” He paused in between his words making my heart beat faster before letting her go.

“What family?” Esme asked looking around.

“That is enough Esme” I stepped towards the table ready to defend Tommy. “Time to go find John, talk to whoever you said you were going to talk with. Go on.”

I stared her down as she left, placing a supportive hand on Tommy’s shoulder as I watched her leave. Tommy and I weren’t perfect, there was still friction between us after what happened with Major Campbell but I felt he was suffering enough with his empire crashing around him.

Tommy stayed silent sitting at the table, he leaned back resting a hand on my bump. He was trying to bring himself down and back to some sort of peace. I couldn’t help but wonder how the hell we got into such a mess and I knew Tommy was thinking the same. It all came back to one man, one parasite. Campbell.

“What’s the plan, Tommy?” I asked softly reaching up and running my hand through his hair. Tommy shook his head, his hand still caressing our child in my swollen stomach.

“I don’t know Stace. I haven’t no fuckin’ clue” He sighed, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. Inhaling away at the stick. The sound of it burning was the only noise made in the eerily quiet room.

“What if what Esme says is true?” I asked softly. Feeling his hand drop from my stomach I knew instantly I had said the wrong thing. Tommy was always like a time bomb ready to explode at any moment, I had seen him do so on many occasions. I just hoped this wasn’t one of those times.

“Esme is wrong,” Tommy replied flatly, squashing his cigarette in the ashtray in front of him. “There is nothing in France and there never will be”

“The war is…”

“I am fully aware of the status of the war.” Tommy quickly cut me off from speaking. “France is a dead land. There is nothing there. Not anymore. We do not run. We do not hide. We are the Peaky fucking Blinders.” Tommy stood up.

“Are we? Because it seems to be just you and I standing here Tommy.” I pointed to the empty Shelby home. The once bustling betting shop quiet since the Campbell raids. Tommy shot me a cold look and I shook my head looking towards the door.

“I will fix this.” Tommy pointed an index finger at me. “You hear me yeah? I will fix this”

“Yeah, how?” I asked turning back to face him. “How?” I repeated crossing my arms across my chest, my forearms resting on my bump.

“I will and when I do, we marry. You hear me eh? Before this baby is born and things are fucking settled we marry.” Tommy walked over to me resting his hands on my hips. “You hear me?”

“I hear you” I whispered, tears in my eyes at his words and the hormones that came with his pregnancy. Hearing him say those words, made me happy. It made me realise, that before the baby was born I was already approaching seven months. Therefore in two months, I will be a Shelby with a newborn.

Maybe the future wasn’t so dark.

*******

Later that evening I arrived at Polly’s home. I tried the front door noticing it was open so I let myself inside. I stood by the door and I hung up my hat and coat, taking a garment I had made for her in my hands and walking along her wooden floor, my heels clicking off the hardwood.

“Polly?” I called out softly as I made my way through her home. I walked into the living room and noticed her back to me. She was in the bath. “Polly everything okay?” I asked approaching the older woman slowly.

“I’m alright.” Polly’s voice was no louder than a whisper. I cautiously stepped forward leaving the skirt I made on the arm of a chair as I approached her. She wasn’t relaxed in the bath, she held her knees to her chest. Slowly scooping the water up with her hand and throwing it around her shoulders.

“Polly” I whispered stepping forward, gently putting my hand on her shoulder but she flinched away from me. “What happened?” I whispered noticing light bruising on her thighs.

“I’m alright,” Polly repeated. I had a feeling I knew what had happened to her but I didn’t want… I couldn’t say the words out loud.

“Can I make you some tea?” I asked not sure of what else to do for this woman. She wasn’t herself. It was like she was an empty shell. Not getting a response I moved towards the kitchen making a fresh pot of tea.

I heard the front door open again, hearing Ada’s voice I rushed to the hallway to greet her. She looked up at me in surprise, smiling until she noticed my face. “What’s wrong?” She asked hanging up her coat.

“It's Polly, something happened. She won’t, she won’t tell me perhaps she will tell you” I spoke lowly. Ada quickly nodded walking into the living room, noticing her aunt in the same position I had left her in.

Not knowing what else to do I walked back to the kitchen to finish making the tea. After a few moments, Ada came into the kitchen. “I’m going to stay the night with her, she shouldn’t be alone.”

“No definitely not” I agreed handing her a cup. Ada was quick to thank me, sipping on the hot liquid.

“Whatever is going on Ana, Tommy needs to sort it out”

“He is trying Ada. He didn’t expect this to happen.” I was quick to defend Tommy like I always was. “No one not even Polly expected this to happen. Campbell is…is a diabolic man who, who needs to disappear to be quite frank with you” I tell her not knowing what else to say.

Violence was never something I was comfortable with, but with Tommy, I slowly became comfortable with it. Almost at peace with it as it was who he was and Tommy was who I loved. Who I wanted and needed.

“On Campbell, we are both agreed then” Ada nodded holding her tea cup and looking ahead of her towards the wall. “Are you going to tell Tommy?” She asked after a moment of silence.

“He will find out on his own if I don’t. They all will, you know that” I whispered, neither of us needed to say the words. We both know what happened between Polly and Campbell and for that, no words were truly needed.

******

I returned to our shared apartment Tommy was sitting at the kitchen table. There was a bottle of whiskey in front of him, the glass half full in his hand. A cigarette burning in the other. He was lost in thought. The atmosphere around him was off. It made me uneasy.

“Tommy?” I asked hanging up my coat and walking towards him. “Tommy is everything… what’s going on?”

“Grace called me. At the office.” Tommy started to speak. I instantly felt my blood run cold. I felt sick. “Lizzie overheard the phone call. She asked me to meet. She is in London for….”

“I don’t care why she is here or what she is doing,” I spoke quickly, venom in my tone. “Why was she calling you?”

“Like I said, to meet…”

“Why was she asking to meet you then Tommy?” I asked sharply. “After three years, three fucking years why is she calling you and asking to meet?”

“She still loves me,” Tommy answered leaning back on the chair, the smell of alcohol was now stronger. It was clear he had been drinking for a bit of time. “I considered…”

“Get out” I snapped “Get out”

“No Stace you will listen…” He pointed a sloppy index finger at me, his words on the edge of slurring but he still had some control.

“I SAID GET OUT” I screamed not quite believing this was happening. I thought we were done with this. He spoke about getting married this morning at the betting shop and now this woman from our past rears once again.

“Listen to me eh” Tommy stood up, stumbling slightly. He held my arms in his hands tightly so I couldn’t move away from him but he didn’t hurt me. “I only considered it because of what Campbell did to you.”

“WHAT?” I yelled glaring at him with the coldest, harshest look I could muster. “You considered sleeping with that desperate whore for me? Oh please Tommy, please. Don’t insult me.”

“There was to be no sex involved Stace” Tommy squeezed my arms. “I considered it in a moment of weakness, of stupidity. Campbell hurt you and I wanted to hurt him just the same. He is still in love with her so I planned to lure her under false presences to me. Ensure Campbell knew of it, making him believe I slept with her to fuck with his head”

“Why? Why the fuck would you even? Why did that even cross your mind?” I glared, completely confused by his reasoning and thought process.

“You have no idea how it felt when Campbell almost turned you against me.” Tommy turned away letting me go and finishing the glass of whiskey in two gulps, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I wanted to hurt him like he hurt me by going after his woman”

“But Grace isn’t his woman Tommy”

“But he wants her to fucking be” Tommy spun around on his heel to look at me, stumbling. He held onto the kitchen chair for support. “He wants her to be”

“Tommy I can’t…I can’t keep doing this with you.” I whispered shaking my head. “I can’t, I don’t even know what to say. But I can’t do this. If it’s not May it’s Grace when is it me, Tommy? When do I get a chance?”

“You have me. Am all yours” Tommy looked directly into my eyes as he said that. “I am yours, always. Those other women are irrelevant. A means to an end. But you, you're everything”

“What happened with Grace?” I asked biting my cheek. The question made Tommy laugh. He chuckled darkly pouring himself a glass of whiskey.

“She’s probably waiting at the hotel for me” Tommy chuckled drinking back the brown liquid like it was water. “I don’t care to be honest with ya” He flopped back down on the chair, the lost look still on his face. Today was a bad day for him. In every aspect of his life.

“I’m fucking lost here Stace” He whispered shaking his head. “I don’t know what the fuck to do”

I’ve never seen Tommy so vulnerable, so weak. I walked over to him pulling over another kitchen chair, I sat next to him. Taking his hand in mine, I rubbed my thumb over the back of his hand softly. Looking up at his face I noticed tears in his eyes.

“Oh Tommy” I sighed softly. Tommy’s head fell forward onto my chest. Stroking his hair softly I allowed him to break down on my chest. The combination of alcohol and events over the past few days has finally worn him down. Everybody has their breaking point. I was just glad I could be here for Tommy during his.

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[mk-oc-imagines]

This is legit stuck in my mind so here's a small snippet:

!!!!TW: CHILD LOSS, IMPLIED SEXUAL CONTENT!!!

Reiko knows both women are dangerous. The younger one - she's from his timeline - is prone to sudden mood swings, unpredictable and her subtle manipulation tactics fooled even the Fire God. They are all aware but they can never tell when she does it. Blue eyes full of youthful mischief, becoming crazed when fight, a battle, mindless bloodshed is near.

And yet, it is none of those things that are dangerous, it is the innocence, his Valeria still has, despite everything that happened and what she knows - what was, what is and what will be.

Looking up at the sky, searching for a threat that is not coming, waking up violently from a nightmarish memory, screaming that everything is consumed by fire, yet nothing is burning, always looking for something, asking about invisible threats. She's on edge around certain people, eyes flicking around the room, calculating.

Reiko knew that something is wrong when Valeria would rather jump into the embrace of Havik, than Raiden.

But it doesn't stop her from jumping trough foliage, disappearing for long periods of times into the forest, returning at sunset dirty from mud. She's playing tag with Reptile and Smoke, giggling like a small girl who knows no horror in the world.

His Valeria is young and innocent, yet is troubled and suffering.

Fire God Liu Kang, Reiko thinks bitterly, failed more people than he helped.

The..other Valeria, from different Timeline, is older, wiser and veteran in combat.

Her loyalty to the ones she loves is unwavering and Reiko respects that. She's a fighter, a warrior and rarely loses a fight - wiped the floor with all of them in 'training'. But what makes her dangerous isn't her fighting proves, her strength or swordsmanship. It's the way she can read people, take them apart with words and gestures.

It was an accident when Reiko first saw it, Valeria cornered one of the Lin Kuei - Bi-Han, the Grandmaster - he was leaning away from her touch, yet did not push her away or strike her for her insolence - then she's asking about his family, his father, brothers, mother, sister and Bi-Han tells nothing, until she's smoothing hair out of his face, taking off his mask, cooing softly, like a mother at his son and she's pulling him into a hug and he breaks. They sink to the ground and Reiko can't see if Bi-Han is crying or not, Valeria curling around him like a mother around her son, her brown hair a shielding curtain.

Reiko prides himself in knowing his general, the warriors who raised him - and one night proves him wrong.

Valeria and General Shao are keeping watch and she asks him about his child. "Son or a daughter?"

"The only one I could ever consider a son would be my second in command." Reiko's heart swels with pride but he does not dare to let them know he's aware.

"What about the ghost you see every time you step into the palace, yearning for life that was snatched away from you the moment your child was born?"

General Shao is silent, Valeria presses on. "It was a girl, wasn't it? A daughter. Behind your constructed walls, there is a certain softness that fathers have once their daughters are born."

General Shao sighs and shifts and Reiko can't tell what is going on with his general. "I wanted to have a family. There...was a woman. Who went against the system. We wanted our little family but the Empress was not kind. Snatched our daughter away the moment she was born. Didn't even let us hold her."

"Where were you?"

"Deployed. Far away."

"What happened to your love?"

"Grief killed her."

Reiko's heart clenches, painful and he wants to get up and march back into the Royal Gardens and murder Empress Sindel with his bare hands. Her daughters too if it comes to it. Or not. Kill her daughters and let her experience the grief that many parents had that had their daughters snatched away the moment they were born.

There's more shifting and he can hear his General inhale sharply. "It never goes away, does it? The pain. The want for a family. A normal life. It consumes us, until it destroys us."

"You know awfully lot, woman."

"I'm a mother of three myself , General Shao. Although I know....one of my children is safe and sound as much as she can be, I lost my two firstborns. Twins."

There's another beat of silence and more shuffling. Reiko is afraid to open his eyes in fear what he could see.

"If I could, I would carry your child."

She's dangerous because she takes people apart, studying them closely in what makes them tick and she's gentle, oh so gentle in what she does, knows that if she does one wrong move, they'll fall apart.

It's the way she moves above him, gently rolling her hips, gentle, experienced fingers running over his chest - he's gasping as if there's not enough air in his lungs, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes and when they spill, she wipes them away.

Valeria is cooing and singing praise but even she couldn't resist the pleasure, soft sounds escaping her, body arched and he can't help the sob that escapes him, finding his release. Valeria is gentle as she cleaned him up, peppering him with gentle kisses.

Reiko feels like he betrayed General Shao.

This Valeria is more dangerous than his Valeria.

Brown eyes have no guild in them, arms crossed, acting as if nothing has happened, as if just a hallway down, there isn't an Earthrealmer writhing in pain, the Dragon Lord being sealed away in the mortal's chest.

Her two companions aren't any better, the Shadow being ice cold as usual, the older actor - by the Elder Gods how could he let this happen? - there's a little bit of guild but otherwise, nothing.

Fire God is the one who leads Valeria away, wanting to discuss urgent matters, it is only then that Reiko approaches the older actor - he notes that they are not very different, this Johnny Cage is juts older and more mature.

"Why?"

And he smiles, melancholy in his eyes and Reiko sees how tired he is. "I got used to it too. Onaga is no longer screaming in my head. He's easier to bear now."

And Reiko wants to know more, so he asks again, even though he shouldn't. "Why?"

"It proved to work before. Why wouldn't she try again?"

And Reiko's blood runs cold - they all fell into her trap, carefully woven cobweb of motherly love, gentleness and everything and Reiko prays to every other God if they are out there - do not let his Valeria become whatever this woman is, otherwise they all will be in even greater danger than they are now.

(If anyone has any questions and something to say, don't be afraid to hit me up in my inbox)