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mustainegf · 3 months ago

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Can yoh do a dave fluff where dave has wronged you some way and both of yall are like teens. He's in grade 12 and your in grade 11 so like 17 and 16. And dave never comes to prom but when u were there you spot him outta the corny of your eye and he's sad/crying holding a bouquet of flowers hoping for forgiveness.and when u go up to him and forgiv you just dance and hold eachother. While he's just all "I missed you I'm sorry" ect

THIS IS SO CUTE I love dave so much so I spent a lot of time on this one

Wrote this listening to nutshell—Alice in chains cuz it felt fitting

𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 ¹⁹⁷⁸

The end of the school year was always this sort of meld of excitement for the summer break, nostalgia for the last few months, and a bit of sadness knowing that it was all ending. This year though, it was different. With the upcoming prom looming in the Future, the thought of saying goodbye to friends… particularly Dave, because he would be graduating had me feeling very off balance. This should have been a time for celebration, but somehow the wave length between us had shifted, and I wasn't exactly sure how to fix it.

Dave and I had been inseparable since middle school. The best friend who was always there to make me laugh, to understand my weird sense of humor, and who knew all my secrets. We were different in lots of ways, he was so loud and confident, the guy everybody wanted to know, and I was quieter, more comfortable in the shadows, but with him, I always felt seen.

But lately, something had changed. I wasn't even sure when it began. Perhaps it was back during one of those late night hangouts that got more complicated every year, or maybe it was just the way life makes its own way as you grow up. Whatever it was, it had forged a gulf between us.

The last time we spoke, really spoke, was weeks ago. I had asked him about prom, half teasingly asking him who he would ask. He just shrugged off, saying he wasn't going.

I hadn't been surprised at that, prom didn't seem like his scene. What had surprised me was the way he'd brushed me off, like he couldn't even really be bothered to talk about it. And when I kept pushing, trying to get him to open up, he snapped. He told me to back off, that I should stop acting like I knew what was good for him.

His words stung more than I really wanted to admit. I snapped back, telling him that maybe I didn't know what was best for him, but at least I cared.

That was the last time we spoke. Since then, he'd been avoiding me, and I was too stubborn, maybe too hurt, to reach out.

So, prom night came, still not a sound from him. Perhaps foolishly, I had held onto the hope that he'd at least call or toss a rock at my bedroom window late at night like he always did. But it was all nothing.

I wasn't completely convinced that I even wanted to go to prom after the whole thing with Dave, but my friends were really pressuring me. They bugged me about it, saying I should go, to stop moping around, that it was going to be fun. So, I let them drag me along, dressed in the pale blue gown my mom had insisted on buying, with my hair done up in curls that felt too formal, too unlike me.

The gym looked unrecognizable, twinkling lights falling from the ceiling in threads, a dance floor made hastily, shimmering tables draped in white cloths, roses and candles bunched together in the middle of each one.

Everybody looked great, having dressed up and wearing a wonderfully exciting glow on their faces. However, it just didn’t feel complete, no matter how much laughter and music filled the air.

Deep down I longed for his familiar sleep of leather and cigarettes, that hint of coffee. To see his fiery curls bounce as he laughed at something immature.

I danced for the first hour, trying to have some fun. My friends dragged me onto the dance floor, I wore a smile, although it wasn’t really from my heart. I'd keep looking around, scanning the room, although I knew very well that Dave wouldn't show up. He had said so himself, and I had taken him at his word. Still, I couldn't help looking, hoping.

The night was slipping away, so I began the fight to slip away for some air. I managed to fight my way free to the edge of the room, the shadows deeper, the music less loud. That was when I saw him.

Dave was by the door, almost merged with the shadows, awkwardly clutching a bouquet of flowers. He stood there, completely out of place in his handsome black suit, with nearly lost eyes, looking soft now when his usual attitude of rebellion was replaced.

His hair was a bit disheveled, as though he had run his hands through it in a state of nervousness, and his eyes… his hazel eyes were reddened, like he had been crying.

I stared for a moment, hesitation in my mind about whether or not this was him. Then our eyes met, and his sadness almost took my breath like a blow in the chest. He was here. He really was here, and he looked so broken.

I approached him step by step, without thinking further. Each step seemed like a year, and his eyes never left mine.

Up close, I could see the stress in his jaw and the way his hands were shaking with the flowers. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly, like he wanted to say something but couldn't really find any words.

Finally, he whispered, "I'm sorry.”

Two words, only two, yet they carried the weight of all that had preceded them. I wanted to cry, but I blinked away the hot sting.

"Dave…" My voice broke, and it took a swallow before I could continue. "What are you doing here?"

His shoulders slumped as the weight of the world finally came to rest upon them. "I told myself I wouldn't but… I had to see you."

I looked down at a bouquet in his hands. A messy mixture of flowers, which didn't really agree with each other but somehow made sense in his palm. They were beautiful in one way, wild and untamed, just like him.

"Are these for me?" I asked, trying to keep my voice still and vigilant.

Nodding, he gazed down at the floor. "I was gonna take 'em to your place. I know it sounds stupid, but… I guess I was hopin' you might forgive me. For being a dick."

This was what I had always seen in Dave, the duality of nature, who could be so strong and fierce, yet very soft and so unsure of himself, who cared but didn’t for the life of him know how to show it.

"Why not just talk to me?" I whispered faintly.

He lifted his face then, and the raw emotion swimming in his eyes nearly undid me. "I don't know. I thought… you were better off without my ass."

"Dave," I said, stepping close, close enough to feel the warmth of his body through his suit. "You're my best friend. You could never drag me down. I've missed you so much. And I love you."

He drew in a breath, his shaking hand holding out the flowers. "I don't really deserve your forgiveness, but I'm asking for it anyway. Because I love you too…”

The earnestness in his voice, the way his eyes shone with tears he repeatedly blinked away, broke through the last of my defenses. I took the bouquet from his hands, my fingers brushed against his.

"I forgive you," I said, meaning every word. "I just want things to be okay between us again. I've missed you so much, Dave."

HIs breath caught, and suddenly he was tugging me into his arms, squeezing me tight. It was the first time he’d ever hugged me.

I wound my arms tight around him, pressing my face into his chest, inhaling the scent of him. Faint leather, and the usual faint musk of cigarettes was replaced with cologne.

"I missed you too," he whispered against my hair.

Finally, he pulled back far enough to see me. His eyes were still red, but the depression in them had been mellowed and replaced by something warmer, something that made my heart skip a beat.

"Will you dance with me?" he whispered, he was afraid of breaking the spell.

I nodded, feeling that I couldn't trust my voice. He took my hand and led me off to the edge of the dance floor, where it was dark and the music wasn't so loud. He took me in his arms and something about this felt right, being this intimate.

As we began to dance, he held me, his hands firm on my hips. I laid my head against his chest, listening to the beat of his heart. It was all so familiar, despite it being my first time hearing it.

"I was afraid of losing you," he admitted. "Afraid I'd already lost you. That's why I thought if I pushed away, it wouldn't hurt as bad that way.”

I grabbed him harder, feeling my heart break for the amount of pain he'd been lugging around. "You never lost me, and you never will."

He breathed shakily as he continued. "You’re the best thing in my life, and I’ve been a prick.”

"Yeah," I teased, looking up through my lashes at him, with a little smile. "You kind of have been."

He chuckled, the movement rumbling in his chest. "I deserve that.”

"But I'm glad you're here now," I added. “Please, don’t leave me again.”

“Never.”

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brf-rumortrackinganon · 9 months ago

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What a February

Well...what a great couple of days to be stuck in the office, amiright? (I work mostly from home but on occasion I have to go into the office and of course some nice little royal bombs get dropped when I can't be here.)

I've gotten some anons about what's happened but I won't be posting them (sorry, everyone!). Because so much has happened, I think it would just be confusing to rehash some of it, and other asks were also sent to Empress and Sassy (nothing wrong with that! They were doing answers in real-time and they've said pretty much the same things I'd have said).

So to recap recent events:

2/5/24: Buckingham Palace announced King Charles has cancer. Fortuntely it was caught early, Charles is doing/feeling well, he's beginning treatment immediately.

2/6/24: Harry catches a last-minute flight to London. Clarence House puts out a story "business as usual, nothing to worry about, King can still work and he is still working" (i.e., Harry go home).

2/7/24: Harry arrives in London. He goes directly to Charles, who is delaying travel to Sandringham to see him. Harry's PR says they met for an hour, Meghan wanted to say hello/wish him well via Facetime but Charles declined, and Harry went to BP for the evening. The Daily Mail tracked the comings and goings from Clarence House and realized the meeting lasted less than 15 minutes, from the time of Harry's convoy entering the grounds to Charles's helicopter leaving. It is further revealed that Harry spent the night in a hotel, William didn't return Harry's calls, Harry didn't want Camilla involved in the meeting, and none of Harry's "friends" offered to host him for the night. Also, William makes his first public engagements since mid-January when Kate's treatment began; Tom Cruise is there.

2/8/24: Harry flies home. He's papped at Heathrow entering the VVIP suite (as one does). Wait, Harry's not at home! He's in Las Vegas for the Super Bowl (or the Superb Owl) and makes a surprise appearance to present the Walter Payton NFL Man of the Year award. Sussex PR immediately begins telling everyone that Harry and Meghan will be attending the Super Bowl.

2/9/24: Lambrook School begins half-term break and the Wales family travels to Anmer Hall/Sandringham estate. Harry's appearance in Vegas gets picked up by the media.

2/10/24: Meghan's PR starts walking back their own rumors that they'll be in Vegas for the Super Bowl, citing the need to prepare for their Canada IG trip.

2/11/24: Super Bowl Sunday. No Harry and Meghan to be seen.

2/12/24: Meghan's PR reveals she spent the weekend cooking with Afghan immigrants in an Archewell initiative.

2/13/24: Harry and Meghan launch their newest rebranding effort with their new Sussex website with Meghan's coat of arms (rather than their joint coat of arms). Meghan announces a new podcast deal with someone no one has really heard of.

2/14/24: Harry and Meghan arrive in Vancouver for the "one year to 2025 Invictus Games." Meghan coordinates a photoshoot with outdoor activities; merches two outfits; and virtue-signals their "we're still royal" demands with Kate cosplay, a coat called Kensington, and a 'you can call us Sir/Ma'am' exchange caught on camera. In the evening they're papped going to a super-romantic Valentine's Day dinner date.

2/15/24: Day 2 of the Vancouver IG kickoff visit. They visit wheelchair basketball. Meghan gives her signature full-body contact-hugs. Sussex PR announce that the family has changed their surname to Sussex (from Mountbatten-Windsor) and this is the first time all family members have the same surname. Meghan also claps back at mounting criticism by saying "We will not be broken."

2/16/24: Day 3 of the Vancouver IG kickoff visit. Harry gives an interview to GMA's Will Reeve (son of the late Superman actor Christopher Reeve and his wife, Dana) in which he blabs about Charles's cancer and reiterates how much he loves his family, hinting that he's available to come back. Sussex PR also drops an article in the afternoon (with BP collaboration) announcing Harry and Meghan's plan to return with half in/half out; this is very clearly one of Charles's trial balloons from Clarence House.

(Today) 2/17/24: Backlash to the trial balloon is swift, so Clarence House backtracks immediately and does damage control. Kensington Palace announces that William will attend the 2024 BAFTAs tomorrow. Half-term break for Lambrook School ends on February 19th so the Waleses are traveling back to London/Windsor this weekend. And Hollywood has fought back by leaking about their Netflix deal, which contradicts a ton of Meghan's PR from 2020/2021.

Since some of you have asked for my thoughts, here you go. I am warning you now it's probably going to be my usual essay.

On the new website:

The new Sussex website is a problem. It conveys a legitimacy to the public that Harry and Meghan do not have, which The Queen and Edward Young made very sure was publicly known back in 2020. In particular, it's the use of Meghan's coat of arms, which signals palace support or endorsement. IMO, Buckingham needs to force them to take the coat of arms down.

I suspect they are using Meghan's coat of arms because a) Meghan believes it was personally awarded to her and is hers to use as she wants, whereas Harry's coat of arms probably comes with strings from the BRF and b) it's CYA if ever there's a divorce - if you look at it from a business standpoint, this is nothing more than Meghan branding the company with her name so she can prove ownership when they're splitting assets in a divorce, increasing her chances of getting the "company."

What about Archewell?

They're probably phasing out Archewell. It doesn't have the same visual connection to Harry and Meghan that Sussex does. I think they struggled so much with Archewell and were never able to get it off the ground in terms of a brand or an identity, in part due to the COVID-era launch. Sussex is a much stronger association for them and connects them more tightly to the royal identity. Archewell will probably be either their nonprofit arm or their content creator arm but it won't be as important going forward as it's been in the past.

Frankly, I would be surprised if Archewell v Sussex branding didn't come up in the brand analysis that WME did when Meghan first signed with them. We know they did a brand analysis because there was a ton of PR in August 2023 about Harry and Meghan becoming separate brands, which didn't work at all and they were back together as a "Sussex" brand in September 2023 with Dusseldorf Invictus Games. Seeing the success of "Team Sussex" in Dusseldorf definitely informed the website and the rebranding attempt.

What about the timing of all this?

They're taking advantage of the quietness from the royal family. They do this every year like clockwork when 1) the BRF is on summer holidays (July through early September) and 2) the BRF is on winter holidays (late December through early February). What is unusual about this timing is that it's taking place in mid-February and possibly well into March, which is a clear signal that it's the Sussexes taking advantage of Kate's absence to draw attention to themselves because Kate isn't there to steal their headlines.

And that it was a whole week of Sussex PR is not unusual either. It's their usual pattern when they have something big they want to promote and dominate the news with. It's cyclical at this point: first is a reminder of their royal status (Harry flying to Charles's bedside), then it's a reminder of their celebrity status (the Super Bowl appearance), then it's a big announcement (Sussex website), culminating in a set of public engagements/appearances (Invictus Games) with media attention. And to keep the attention coming, they drop breadcrumbs about the royal family to look like they're still "in," which buys them a few extra days of coverage because Charles falls for the bait every time.

The more interesting bit of timing in all of this is the Netflix article. Netflix wouldn't randomly give comments like this, so something must have happened behind the scenes for them to be pushed to this particular breaking point. I feel like perhaps the Sussexes may be trying to renegotiate their deals - maybe they asked for more money or maybe Meghan is trying to get more out of this 'Meet Me at the Lake' production than was agreed - and this is Netflix making it clear that it's over and done. I also have a niggling feeling that it might be connected to the upcoming film awards (BAFTA Film Awards tomorrow, Oscars on March 10th) - maybe they're trying to score tickets to parties using Netflix's name?

Are they really going to come back? Will Charles let them work again?

Analytically, the evidence points to 'no.' The trial balloon failed quickly faster than any other I've seen recently, which is and isn't surprising. It's surprising how quickly Charles backtracked since it had his implicit endorsement. It's not surprising that Charles pulled it down - he's as thin-skinned as Harry and Meghan both are when it comes to criticism.

But it's also more than just the trial balloon. It's everything else.

Charles wants them back on the family side. That's always been pretty clear. I think he waffles on having them back on the "work" side: on the one hand, the BRF needs the help since 10 of The Queen's 14 working royals are elderly (all 5 Kents, the 2 Gloucesters, Charles and Camilla, and Anne) and 2 of the remaining 4 are dealing with a signficant health issue and are temporarily out of commission - in the business sense, this is unsustainable and untenable succession planning. But on the other hand, no one wants Harry and Meghan back, for a litany of reasons including how much shit they've talked about the family (collectively and individually), the petty PR games they play for attention, and the Sussexes' general toxicity. And by 'no one,' I mean family members, courtiers/staff, others in the aristocracy (not getting invites to the Grosvenor wedding is a huge reflection of what "their kind" thinks of teh Sussexes), and the at-large general public.

Charles probably has entertained the idea of half in/half out now that he's in charge and the Sussexes are now lovebombing him (vs in 2020 when they were lovebombing The Queen) but his biggest opposition is public support - it took Charles 30 years and 4 significant deaths (Diana, Queen Mother, Philip, and her own forthcoming death) to get The Queen's support for Camilla to become 'Queen Camilla and, in turn, the public's support or the public's indifference.

Charles doesn't have that kind of time to get the institutional and public support to bring Harry back. He's got 10 years at best, which is now handicapped by a cancer diagnosis.

Beyond that, he doesn't even have Harry and Meghan's cooperation the same way he had Camilla's cooperation. Camilla cooperated with a 10-year wait to be liked well enough that no one would object to her marrying Charles. Camilla then cooperated with a further 17-year wait to be liked well enough that the institution would support her becoming Queen.

Can Harry and Meghan wait that long? No. They can't. They couldn't wait an extra year to get engaged. They couldn't wait to have their first child. They couldn't wait out the criticism from Fall 2018. They couldn't wait out the criticism from Summer 2019. Harry couldn't wait for the phone-hacking settlement. When they want something, they want it now. They buy completed projects and slap their branding on it vs. developing their own programs.

Can Harry and Meghan cooperate with anyone? No. They can't. They couldn't cooperate with William and Kate on the Royal Foundation. They couldn't cooperate with the courtiers for Archie's birth. They couldn't cooperate with the family on Megxit. They couldn't cooperate with the rota for tour coverage. They need to be totally and fully in control of absolutely everything. Their idea of cooperation is 'I tell you what to do, you do it.'

And because they're too impatient and because they refuse to cooperate, there's no way they'll support a 10-years long PR drive for Charles to rehabilitate their public image and get William's support. Heck, they can't even last a 3-month media rebrand. Charles knows that, which I suspect is why he may be trying to fast-track it but 1) when has fast-tracking something ever gone well for the BRF and 2) William is the linchpin holding it all together. Charles can't do anything without William's support. Yes, William is that powerful now - the public does pay attention to what he and Kate signal and the public would support them more than they would support Charles. Charles can't risk losing William's favor any more than he already has.

The third reason stopping Charles from taking Harry and Meghan back as working royals is Camilla and that Harry doesn't want her involved. He admitted it last week when he didn't contradict her leak about it. IMO, this reveals Harry's hand: he wants to position himself (or Meghan and himself) as Camilla's alternate, the way Charles often stood in as Philip's alternate. They want Camilla to retire so they can take her place in prestige, wealth, and attention. It's the only way they can "be better" than William and Kate, and they probably think it's how they can get "more" in the inheritance than William. Unfortunately for them, Camilla is Charles's line in the sand so no way will Charles let that happen after he spent 30 years getting Camilla to be able to sit next to him, and on top of all that, Camilla herself didn't wait 30 years to be Queen just for a pair of narcisstic glassbowl shitheads to usurp her at the last second.

That's the "working royal" side of it.

When you look at the "family" side of it, we know that Charles is more accepting of allowing the Sussexes back as family members, albeit with two strict rules:

No Meghan

No royal work

We know these are Charles's rules because it's already been communicated to us, most especially in the events around the Queen's funeral and his own coronation.

We also know these are Charles's' terms because Harry is publicly fighting against them this week, which suggests that these may have been reiterated (or relitgated, perhaps) during the <15-minute visit on February 7th.

"We all finally have the same surname for the first time as a family" and "maybe I'll become an American' is Harry's way of telling Charles and the courtiers that all four of them are a package deal and they all move together (like Archie's salt and pepper shakers). Meaning that if Charles wants Harry back, Charles must also take Meghan, Archie, and Lili too.

The Vancouver trip being such a royal rip-off is Harry's way of demanding royal work. His position is that he and Meghan must have the exact same lifestyle now that they had back in 2018: a palace residence, glamorous patronages, military honors, gushy praising media coverage, carriage processions, and equal precedence to the entire Wales family.

All this to illustrate that the dividing line is over the work aspect.

On one side is everyone saying "no, they can't work, they're just family." On the other side is Harry and Meghan saying "we're not just family, we're also working royals." And Charles is there smack in the middle saying "don't make my last years miserable" begging someone to give in. It's clear that Charles hopes it will be the institution (i.e. William) that gives in so he can fast-track the rehabilitation.

So no, I don't think Charles and the Sussexes will succeed in being part-time working royals. I think we'll see a lot of negotiating in the coming weeks and months (like Sussex demands for Trooping) and it may get loud and it may look frighteningly real, but that's only because William and Kate are on leave from work and their absence lets Harry and Meghan play offense. Once the Waleses are working again, or a new picture of Kate is released (I'm still hedging my bets for something celebrating Mother's Day next month), the Sussexes go back to playing on defense, and playing poorly.

We only need to worry if William, Kate, and Camilla appear to be changing their minds. They represent "the institution" to Charles, as well as public support (William) and establishment media (Camilla). William continues to tell everyone he isn't speaking to Harry. Kate's body language at the Windsor Walkabout keeps resurfacing. Camilla has leaked that Harry doesn't want to see her when he visits Charles and that she doesn't support the Sussexes coming back. There's nothing to worry about for now.

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sluttysnowangel666 · 4 months ago

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Chapters 10, 11, & 12 of The Song of Blackwoods & Brackens

cw: smut, cursing, violence, vomiting

This story is written BY ME and I do not consent or give permission to it being posted or translated anywhere else. thank you for supporting your writers <3

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Chapter 10: Shame, Shame, Shame

19 days before the battle of the burning mill

𐂃 𐂃 𐂃 𐂃

It had been days since I'd seen Benjicot.

The ache in my heart had not let up. I was so ashamed at how much of a fool I made of myself, and I felt as though I could no longer keep up the lie. But, each day I continued to go without seeing him was another day it felt as though my heart was going to shatter. I could not help the tears that began to stain my pillow every night.

After the incident at the brothel, I refused to return to the court yard along the border, instead training with Bracken men.

I also used the extra time to do duties a lord would do. Thankfully, Stone Henge did not have many. There were no council meetings to sit in on since my brother and uncle were gone, I did not need to clean as we had servants to do that, and I was not particularly keen on reading Bracken lineage. I had spent the last week lying around, thinking only of Benjicot and the night at the brothel.

Later in the day, I received word from my uncle who was only less than a week away from reaching King's Landing.

Dearest niece,

I will be arriving in King's Landing in less than half a fortnight. You are to still be preparing for your leave to Casterly Rock. Your brother will return immediately following our meeting with His Grace. When your brother arrives back to Stone Henge, go to Casterly Rock at once.

Uncle

Very short and sweet.

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While I had been able to avoid Benjicot by hiding inside Bracken territory, I would no longer be able to during my border patrol.

The boy doing it prior had stepped into a divot along the stones and broke his ankle, when no other men volunteered to take his place, I had no choice but to step up.

I started my patrol in the early morning, usually around what time I trained with Benjicot. It was very early dawn, the sun not even peaking out the horizon. The sky was a deep, but not navy shade of blue. It was that time when it is most beautiful, most calm, most eerie. The birds quietly began to chirp, signaling the soon break of the sun. The bugs ceased their chirping, and the owls quieted their calls.

The air was so crisp and fresh. The humidity had not yet creeped its way in to make the lands stink of cattle. There was almost a chill in the air, and I embraced it. I could not help but wonder if I was stolen at birth by the Brackens. Perhaps, I was a true Northerner.

If only I were that fortunate.

"You!" A voice, filled with venom yells.

I whip my head, knowing immediately who it is. "Benji-"

"Training, and training, and training. Time I could be spending on my land, caring for MY people and instead I help you train. I help you train, even though you're a bloody lost cost. Then, you run away. Because you're too much of a whiny cunt to see the real world." He yells, panting by the end of it. "After all I've done... You could've just said you weren't coming back... You could've just said you weren't really my friend... I've waited here, day after day, night after night for you."

"Benji..."

"Don't call me that."

"I am your friend. I... I'm sorry I didn't come back. It wasn't your fault. I... I promise. I just got scared."

"Scared of what?" He asks. I hesitate. "Tell me... Aeron."

He's giving me my chance... But, I can't do it. I can't tell him.

"I'm just... not ready to be a lord. I'm not ready for all the responsibilities that come with it. It all felt too real. It all hit me when we were there... at the brothel."

"Must I train you on how to be a lord as well?" He asks, sarcastically, but I can tell he likely means it.

"Maybe." I chuckle, "I'm sorry..."

"It will be dark for one more hour." He says, "Let's pick up where we left off."

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Chapter 11: The Dornish Wine

cw: talks of smut but no actual, vomiting

12 days before the battle of the burning mill

𐂃 𐂃 𐂃 𐂃

"You're really improving, Bracken."

I nearly melt into a puddle at Benjicot's sweet words. They were few and far in between, so I always made a point to savor them when they seldomly occurred.

"I've been practicing that trick you taught me."

Since Benjicot and I's argument from last week we had managed to put it behind us, focusing only on our training.

At least during the day.

At night, Benjicot took us exploring.

After the incident at the brothel, I knew I was beginning to tread a fine line. Because of that, I had to make sure I was playing my part full heartedly to not around any more suspicions from Ben.

I kissed maidens, I fondled them, I wove my fingers through their hair, and wove my tongues past their lips. Perhaps one day, the lips I kissed would stop being brothel maiden's and become Benjicot's instead.

I was growing obsessed with him. Each day we spent training, each night we spent drinking, we grew closer and closer; physically and emotionally.

He knocked me down, he pulled me up, he bought our drinks, filled our cups. I found myself getting lost in his eyes, entangled in the words that spilled from his honey coated lips.

"Bracken." His voice breaks my trance.

"Huh?"

"I said ready your sword."

"Oh, sorry." I say. He smiles softly.

"Where'd you go?" He asks.

I pause, "Uh... nowhere. Sorry. Thinking about tonight, I guess."

"Oh, about that. Let's skip the brothel tonight. A shipment of Dornish wine just came in. It's a little sweet for my taste but does the job better than the watered down brothel ale." He says, a small blush coming across his cheeks.

I giggle softly, "Okay. By the weirwood again?"

"No. Meet me by the boundary stones tonight." He says, he turns around facing away from me, and in a swift motion he turns right back around wielding his sword.

I block it and force him backwards, laughing and swinging to land the blow. We fight with our swords, laughing and kicking our feet at each other.

"You're a fool." I say to him, and he laughs.

Our walks to and from our training spot used to be quiet and tense. Now, during the entire hour we spent walking we found new things to talk about.

Today, however, he began asking about me.

The real me.

"I've never heard much of your sister. For a long time I didn't know you had one." He said, as we trekked through the weeds and sticks back to our lands.

"Oh, yeah. We're twins actually."

"No shit." He says, but as more of a statement rather than a question. "What's she like?"

"Oh, you know how high born ladies are," I begin my lie, "They sew and they swoon and they... you know, whatever else it is they do."

"Hm." He doesn't believe me. "And your sister is one those high born ladies?"

"Yes." I say, attempting to end the conversation. But, he continues.

"What's her name?"

"Why do you care?" I ask, sharply. He shrugs, smirking smugly.

I sigh, "Y/N."

It almost feels good saying it out loud.

"Is she a hostage?"

"No. What? Why the bloody hell would you ask that?"

"I've never seen her. I don't fully believe she exists."

"Maybe she doesn't."

"Hm." He hums, "The forgotten Bracken daughter. Useful only when it's time to be sold off to the highest paying lord."

I say nothing. Neither does he.

We arrive back at the boundary stones, the last 10 minutes of the walk had been quiet after that conversation ended.

"Be back here tonight. About one hour after dusk."

Then, he turns and leaves.

———

I sit in the dark upon the boundary stones, kicking my feet back and forth against them. His words echoed in my mind. I was upset, angry. They were painfully true.

My brother would be returning soon, likely within the fortnight. And after that, I would never see Benjicot again.

"Bracken." I turn and see Benjicot, holding up a large flagon of wine. "Ready to see what the Dornish are made of?"

I laugh, my mind immediately forgetting my worries.

"Follow me." He says, and turns back to his land and starts walking.

"We're drinking on your land?" I ask.

"Scared?" He turns and asks with a smirk. He turns back around and keeps walking, not waiting to see if I'm following. I slowly trudge behind him, slightly afraid of someone noticing me. Bracken or Blackwood.

We didn't go very far thankfully. He lead me to a row of tents, likely meant for their army.

They weren't being used, so he brought me into the nicest one. It was large, filled with tables and weapons, as well as a few cots.

I laid back on one of the cots, and Benjicot took a seat upright on the one next to me, immediately drinking the flagon.

His face twisted at the sweetness before he handed it over to me. I drank and contorted mine as well, not yet used to the strong, sweet flavor. I coughed a little and cleared my throat. "Gods. They bloody know well how to make a fruity wine."

"On that much, we agree." He says, taking it back and taking another swig. "Let's play a game."

"A game?"

"A game." He affirms, "A Lannister taught me it."

I groaned, "Forget it, then. I hate Lannister's."

He smirks, "Any reason in particular?"

I sigh and take the wine, "No."

"Let's play then."

"Fine. What are the rules?"

"If I guess a fact correct about you, you drink. If I'm wrong, I drink."

"This sounds stupid."

"Indulge me." He says. I sigh, accepting defeat. He begins, "You're a virgin."

"That's not fair, you knew that already." I say as I take a drink.

"You... despise your family."

I sigh again, taking another drink.

"You love your twin... Much more than you let on."

I drink again, "Okay, it's your turn now, Blackwood."

He takes the bottle and stares at me intently.

"You... aren't a virgin." He drinks, and my heart sinks a bit. "Who was she?"

"That's not how the game works."

I repeat his words, "Indulge me."

"She was a high born girl who was passing through. My family hosted hers. We were young. We snuck into the woods. I took her maiden head."

"Is that why they call you Bloody Ben?" I ask, venom on my tongue.

He raises his eyebrows slightly, "No, it's not, and what do you care so much about it anyway? Are you jealous because you've never been with a lady?"

"No, now drink, because you were wrong about me being jealous."

"I won't drink because I know you're lying. Give me the next question."

"You don't like being called Bloody Ben."

"Wrong. I love it. Now drink." He says, pushing the bottle back towards me. My stomach begins to bubble, the sweetness starting to taste rancid each time it goes down.

"Your turn, again. You're rather shit at this game." He teases. "You don't like women."

I swallow, "Wrong."

"Don't lie." He says, firmly.

I drink. He smirks

"You believe in the true Queen." He says. I drink, the feeling growing worse and worse in my stomach. I feel all my day's indulgences beginning to rise in my throat.

"You're no true Bracken." He smirks.

For some reason, those words push me over the edge.

I vomit all over his legs. "Oh, seven hells, Bracken!" He curses.

"Fuck, I'm sorry." I manage to cough out. I turn and leave the tent as fast as I can.

For some reason I sprint, which doesn't help, and I don't get far.

I fall to my knees, vomiting more and more. I can't help but begin to cry. The embarrassment, the stress, the realization is too much to handle.

"Fucking seven!" I curse, sobbing on my hands and knees, drool spilling from my lips. The dark violet vomit from the fruity wine is all over me, and I reek of tangy and acidic fruit.

I feel a hand rest on my back. I know he probably just witnessed this whole thing, which doesn't help the embarrassment.

"Gods, Bracken, is there anything you can handle?" He asks, as I vomit more. More and more continues to come until I dry heave, the whole time Benjicot rubs his hand up and down my back.

"You're alright, you're alright." He drags me up, although I'm dead weight in his arms. I cry and cry and cry. And when he can't get me to stand on my feet, he drags me all the way back to the boundary stones.

We reach the boundary stones and he finally falls, sitting on the ground.

He pulls me between his legs, placing his arms around me. He rests his chin on my shoulder, "Calm down, it's okay, Bracken."

"I don't wanna leave!" I drunkenly sob, "You're my best friend. Don't let them take me, Benji." I grip his arms, holding them close to me so they'll never leave me again.

"Sh, sh. I'm here." He hushes, and then sighs as if he chooses his next words carefully. "I think you're gonna be the death of me, little Bracken."

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Chapter 12: The Secret

cw: slight smut, more to come tho 🤫

(the moment we've all been waiting for, the slow burn is OVER)

𐂃 𐂃 𐂃 𐂃

-11 days ago-

I opened my eyes. Darkness enveloped my vision, but I could faintly see torches in the distance.

I groaned. My head was pounding, I was incredibly dizzy, and I'm sure if I had anything in my stomach I would have been vomiting it up.

A pained gasp left my lips as I sat up, which awoke Benji, who I hadn't even noticed was sitting directly behind me, his arms around me.

"Take it slow." He says, softly, his voice raspy from sleep.

"Gods," I managed to get out, my voice was hoarse from all the crying and vomiting. "What... Where are we?"

"Still at the stones. I dragged you here."

I turn and face him. We were dangerously close. "I am so, so sorry-"

"Don't apologize." He stands, a cold chill runs up my back where his warmth just was.

"About what I said-"

"I think we should get you home before you say anything else too complex for me to understand." He says. I nod.

He pulls me up slowly, the earth spinning beneath my feet. "You got it?"

I nod, but he keeps his arm hooked under my armpit anyway. It's good he did too, because I was lying. If he had let me go, I might not have gotten back up.

He basically carried me in near darkness all the way back to my castle, despite the risk of us getting caught.

We got to the door and I rested my weight onto the wall.

"Will you be okay from here?" He asks.

"Yes." I sigh, "Thank you, Ben."

He smiles, "I'll see you tomorrow. Be sure you rest well today."

I nod as I watch him turn and walk back to his lands, the sun slowly beginning to rise beyond him.

I don't know why but seeing him walk on my land, the sun gleaming beyond him yet brightening his dark curls... I felt hope.

———

Present

1 day before the battle of the burning mill

Benjicot, the sweetest boy, had managed to forget about my foolish actions again. He'd never brought up the night with the wine, never teased or made fun of me, and never mentioned how he held me in his arms as we fell asleep.

We continued our training in the day, but I was no longer invited out after dark. I can't say I blamed him for no longer wanting me in his company when it came to drinking.

In combat, I was improving greatly. So much to the point he wanted to pause on swordsmanship and train me with a bow and arrow.

"How do you know how to use one of these?" I ask as he pulls out a large wooden bow from the tent, the same one we drank in. Someone had cleaned up my mess, maybe even him.

"My aunt is one of the best in the seven kingdoms at using this." He said. "While I work better with a sword, I've been trained on this as well."

He hands me the bow. I run my fingers along the smooth wood, stopping to trace the Blackwood sigil carved in the middle. "It's beautiful."

He says nothing. He had been quiet the past week. I believed the reasoning to be he had heard the news of my house declaring for Aegon. I tried to avoid talks of politics with him, but he always brought them up, questioning my opinion specifically.

It hurt not hearing his voice as often as usual. Our walks had become quiet again. I was running out of time with him, as my brother would return in days.

He grabbed the quiver holding the arrows and walked past me, not even looking in my direction.

I followed him anyway, head lowered like a scorned little dog. His silence made me feel small. I knew he was displeased with me.

He walked towards the targets, removing old arrows from previous shooters.

His land was empty, save for us. Most men had gone inside for supper or to drink. The sun would be setting within a few short hours. No one had any reason to stay outside.

He takes, rather snatches, the bow from me. He pulls an arrow from his back, raises his arm, and hits the target right in the middle.

"Wow." I whisper quietly. He hands it back to me.

"Raise it." I pull it up and he guides me, "A little higher."

His hand rests under my elbow as he softly continues to guide my arm. "There. Now take your other hand..."

He grabs my hand and rests it on the string, adjusting my fingers to the necessary positions. "Arrow between these two fingers, when you're ready to shoot move the first one so the arrow glides without catching your finger."

He positions himself directly behind me. He's so close that his chest is against my back.

"I'll guide you for the first one." He says. He pulls the arrow and places it on the bow, his fingers rest on top of mine on the string.

He lowers himself so our faces are at the same level. His lips are right behind my ear. I can feel his breath against my hair.

"Pull back." He says softly. I'm losing my breath. I do as he says but my hands are shaking. He surely notices.

"Stop shaking." He grips my fingers slightly.

"Hold..." He says softly. I'm panting by this point. Gooseflesh covers my arms.

"Before you shoot, take it slow. Breathe in as you pull back, breathe out as you let go. Focus." He says, slowly and gently.

I do as he says, and he mimics my breathing. His hand gently leaves mine, and rests under my elbow that's cocked back.

"Think of it as an extension of you." He says, "You and the bow... are one."

I release, and the arrow flies.

Right into the center.

He steps back, and for the first time all week I see him smile at me.

"You're a natural."

I blush as he continues, "I should have known from the beginning when you should've been using your left hand."

He pauses, "You were never meant to wield a sword, but a bow."

"Ben, I-"

"We can work on that more tomorrow." He turns and walks back towards the tent, not giving me the chance to finish.

"Ben!" I run after him, struggling to keep up with his long strides, even though he's only walking.

He walks into the tent and I follow after him. I go to speak, but I can't. Nothing comes out.

My heart is racing. I feel so terribly, terribly nervous. I don't know why. Why do I feel so much dread?

He sets the bow on the long table and turns back to face me, resting his lower back against the table, awaiting whatever it is I have to say.

"I just wanted to thank you... for everything you've taught me." I say. He nods. "Um... I believe you've helped shape me into who I truly am."

He scoffs at that, I raise my eyebrow slightly, but continue anyway. "Today will be the last time we see each other... Lord Blackwood."

"Running back to Uncle Bracken when he returns? Gonna have him tuck you in and kiss your cock?" He says, rudely.

"I... what? What's your problem?"

"You're my problem, Bracken. You always have been."

"Then why'd you train me, for seven sake?"

"I don't know. I guess I'm just a bloody fucking fool."

"Do you want me to apologize then? I don't know what you want from me."

"I want you to fuck off and don't come back on my land."

I scoff, trying to hide the tears that well in my eyes. "You're unbelievable."

I turn and walk away, he pushes himself off the table and follows.

"Me?! Unbelievable?!" He yells. I go to lift the tent flap when he grabs my wrist, ripping me behind him.

I stumble back into the table where he just was. He steps closer and closer to me, until his chest is against mine, "You've got nerve. You might genuinely have balls, in fact, to call me unbelievable."

If I wasn't so concerned about how close he was to me, I might've noticed his choice of words. But my mind was running farther than I could catch it. I could only focus on the proximity, or lack thereof, between us.

"Unbelievable... You wanna know what I find unbelievable, Bracken?" He asks, softly, moving his lips beside my cheek so he can whisper into my ear. His hands place themselves beside me onto the table as he leans over me. "What I find unbelievable..."

He doesn't finish his sentence. He pulls away and looks at me.

He's silent. I'm silent. Everything is silent. There's no bugs, no owls, no animals. The only sound is our fast, breathless panting. Why's he panting? Why am I panting?

"Fucking forget it."

He slams his lips on mine, finally. Oh gods, finally. His hands move to my face, resting them on both of my cheeks. He pulls me into him, as if he is trying to merge us into one.

"Wait, Ben-" He keeps kissing me. "Hold on, Ben, there's something-" More kisses.

His hands weave through my hair, pushing my head towards him so I can only pull away for quick breaths.

I bite his lip, hard enough to draw blood. "Ow, fuck!"

I push him away, "I'm not who you think I am."

He's angry. He looks at the blood on his fingers from touching his lip. "You fucking..." He doesn't finish his sentence, even though usually insults come easy to him. He's holding back.

He shakes his head, licking the blood, and then he's kissing me again. "Ben, please, there's something you must know-"

"I know." He whispers quickly, going back to our heated kiss.

"No-" Kisses. "No, you don't-"

"I know." More kisses.

"Ben!" I yell, angrily. I push him off, "I'm not a man!"

I walk past him so he can't kiss me again. As bad as I want to, I can't do it. Not before I tell him. "I'm not Aeron Bracken-"

I barely get it out in time before I'm pressed against the wall, his chest pressed to my back. My cheek touches the soft cloth of the tent, and Ben snakes his fingers up my stomach to my jaw, gripping my cheeks into his fingers.

It feels like everything finally slows down, including him. "I know, Y/N." His voice is low, and raspy. I gasp at my name.

"What?! Ben?" I turn and face him. He cups my cheeks with his hands.

"I've always known." He says, "I knew from the moment I saw you crying on the ground at that courtyard."

"How?" I asked, shocked.

"How? Y/N, you weren't exactly subtle." He says, "But, it was entertaining. I wanted to see how long you would drag it out... But, I couldn't fucking wait for you anymore."

I slap him angrily, and he smirks at me. But gods, that smile. He was so hard to hate. "If you knew... Why didn't you fucking kiss me sooner?"

"So, I should have kissed you the moment I knew I wanted you? Despite the fact you've been lying to me for weeks?" He says, frustrated. "I wanted you to trust me enough to tell me on your own."

I don't say anything right away, because I know he's right. "I trust you with my life... I'm sorry I lied. You didn't deserve that."

"I don't care, Y/N." He kisses me again with desperation.

"This is so wrong." I say, reciprocating his kiss.

"I don't care." He repeats. He mumbles it into my neck over and over with soft kisses. I lean my head back to give him more access. Shivers run down my spine.

"Let me have you." He whispers in my neck, "I need you, little Bracken."

His hands grip my waist, ready to rip off my clothes the second I say the words.

"Take me, my lord."

#benji blackwood #benjicot blackwood #davos blackwood #hotd #hotd season 2 #house blackwood #benjicot blackwood x reader #benjicot x reader #bloody ben #house bracken #house of the dragon fanfic #kieran burton #team black

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lovelybeesthings · 1 year ago

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Quick like a bunny Ch 2

Coriolanus Snow x reader

Warnings: none I think

Word count: 1.8k

Ch 1 & 3

Mansion

Why did he have to say such hurtful things all I’m trying to do is to care for him is that not enough? What does Lucy Grey have that I don’t she's a poor tribute form that distracts 12 from what he's doing he can end up killed or hanged! *I cry into my pillows as I try to find a way to release my feelings and emotions as tears find a way to escape from my sniffs and efforts push them away* “Yvanna dear come down for dinner!” *I hear my mother call as I get up in my pink pastel long puffy Lacey dress with my hair in curls*

Training

The next day I attended the Academy sitting threw my classes and lessons with focus but I couldn't help but look at Coriolanus his beauty his curls his looks- I stopped myself from looking and continued to focus on ways to take advantage of the games. As the lesson soon ended I came across my tribute as we practiced one-on-one trying to think of how I could better his odds even though he has the brown I would like to give him the brain.

I shortly walked away to get some Items to see how Reaper works with them and I soon came across a tribute his features were beyond what I'd seen from the Capitol his eyes sea green, his hair bronzed color his skin the color of gold if possible whatever he came from they had been keeping him well.. I felt a rush of warmth from my cheeks this tribute quickly noticed my luring eyes. “Fenwick Odair District 4” his smile was a bright pure one he knew he was handsome and showed it* “Did I scare you little bunny?” he said as I quickly regained my thoughts and answered “No, I was just impressed I believe you have a good chance of winning I think the odds are surely more in your favor” he looked at me hand on his chin smirking “That so little bunny?” “Better watch out then this bunny is quick” I smile as I flirt a bit with him and quickly return to Reaper to continue our training.

Unnoticeable to me Coriolanus was watching our interactions on his way to Dr. Volumnia's lab he felt his heart clench with bitter thoughts surfaced in his head what did he do to that tribute from District 4- no what did he think he was here to learn more knowledge to find a better way for Lucy to better her odds for his odds.

After hours

I spent my time brushing my silky (c/h) as it didn't have any tangles or any worries in my long healthy hair as I think about my encounter with Fenwick his love is his charms make me blush still, I hope he wins the game is know I should try to win but Id like to spend more time with him.

I heard a sudden knock on my door and I got up from my vanity in my pink lacey nightgown opened the door got my candle lamp to see who had visited my room in such late hours Maye a maid “y/n” Coriolanus speaks I'm shocked to see him here this light at night “what happen why are you home are you alright is Tigris okay?” I say confused and worried soon his cold hands reach my face and hold my chin I look completely lost to his sudden affection.

He pushes his way inside my room and preps me down on my bed I'm blushing and not sure what he's planning to do “What are you doing Coriolanus?” I say as his piercing blue eyes look at mine like a wolf looking at a poor rabbit to slaughter in minutes, his response was his lips on mine I'm surprised I mean this man was my fiance but he never really showed me an ounce of affection like that and since our last words, I wasn't sure he wanted to be in my life.

I respond with his kisses as he’s on top of me vulnerable to his lips how could I shut him down his mop of white blinding curly hair he just does it for me though in the back of my mind I think of Fenwick and gently push snow off “what are you doing..?” he looks at me a bit surprised and confused “What do you mean y/n I'm showing my affection and love for you” he looks at my eyes then lips then back up to my lips “No this doesn't feel right you don't….Are you okay this doesn't seem like something you think about clearly” I know I want his attention and his kisses but it feels like he's thinking of someone else..not someone Lucy..

“You don't want this you think you do but you love her..” I say “Right now you don't know what you want to be what makes you happy” *I say as I hold a smile and angle face holding tears back pushing the one I want to be happy “Lucy will cherish you as much as I will” he nods and slips out of my room my house like he was never even there the only reaches left were the stolen kisses of mine.

How do we think about this chapter? Is it good for your guys' standards I'll try to make the third one a time skip to after what goes down in the book and snows return back to the Capitol.

please like 😘

SHOUTOUT TO @edb954 for some of the inspiration and @watercolorskyy

#coriolanus snow x reader #fanfic #coriolanus snow #reader #tom blyth x resder

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pathologicalreid · 6 months ago

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Girlie (gn) you hate Maeve? You have good taste I see, I fucking hated her (well strongly disliked but still) mary sue is such a perfect term, she was just boring and I feel Spencer felt so wet and weepy with her

i don't hate maeve so much as i hate the maeve plotline! i think strongly dislike is a really good phrase to use when talking about my feelings towards maeve's character.

as a character, she's super flat and one dimensional. i think she and spencer were "together" for eight months(?) and the episode where you learn the most about her is the one where she fucking dies. i've spent all day thinking about this and im beginning to think that part of the reason why she is a mary sue is that spencer tends to put people he cares about on pedestals and ignores their flaws.

and youre like "what flaws does she have if you barely know anything about her" and okay i'll tell you:

b-12 and magnesium as a treatment for migraines is fucking insane. i'm not saying it couldn't work, but all through season 6 (re: 6x12 "corazon") spencer is seeing doctors and anyone who has ever dealt with a fuckass chronic disease/illness will tell you that a blood panel like that would be one of the first steps in reaching a diagnosis!!!

why on god's green earth would you have a stalker, be dating an fbi agent, and not let your fbi agent boyfriend help you? i have been stalked before!!!! it's not fun!!!!! i'd take all the help i could've gotten at the time. this has always rubbed me the wrong way because oh my god the solution was right there the whole time. he could have protected you! he would have protected you!

i know they weren't technically doctor/patient but there is still some weird power dynamic in their relationship that gives me the ick. other than they're smart and they read, they really dont have much in common.

their relationship to me is equivalent to the girl i dated online after we met through percy jackson fan accounts. i.e. not really a relationship. most of their interaction was off screen and i think that did a huge detriment to the plot.

in the end, i think the maeve storyline and 8x12 "zugzwang" is a hard watch. i can't take it seriously. i'd skip it, but then i'd miss so much blake content (and hotch looks so good in that episode sorry spencer) (not into the fuckass bob in season 8). at the same time, i know it was like... mgg's idea and i'm pretty sure he's friends with beth riesgraf. (he loves to traumatize himself idk). but the whole thing gets messier when you think about the implications left by 14x15 "truth or dare" and the abhorrent jeid plot in season 15 where it's insinuated that spencer has been in love with jj for fifteen years (zoinks) and it's like what about maeve??? i don't know man (gn) i could go on for hours about this

that being said, i see a lot of people not liking the actress who plays maeve. i am telling you that it had to have been the writing or the directing in the episodes because beth riesgraf is incredible. she played a character named parker in the tv show leverage (one of my favorite tv shows of all time) and let me tell you That Is Her Role.

jesus this was long i had more to say than i thought sorry thank you anon

#maeve haters rise up #spencer reid #maeve donovan #margot speaks #margot's asks #anon

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hjartasalt · 1 year ago

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I don't know. I'm tired. Maybe I just want people to care more about artists because I'm an artist myself and know how awful the industry can be. I don't think many people who aren't artists realise just how hard artists work in order to get anywhere in their careers.

When I gave two concerts in the same day I passed out from exhaustion the moment I got into bed with the lights still on and was still wearing my suit. I was 16 or 17 then and practised for a minimum of three hours a day except for once a week when I was at school for 12 hours and simply could not fit it into my schedule. I practised and practised and practised. I spent hours listening to recordings made by others of the pieces I was playing while analysing every small detail. When I was away from my instrument I still practised by mentally mapping out the piece. I slept on my step dad's parents' couch once a week because they lived closer to my school so I could show up earlier in the morning. I got an average of 6 hours of sleep a night. I a had a key to my school when no other student did. I showed up three hours before my lessons started just to practice before my teacher arrived. My neighbours threatened me while I was in the middle of getting ready for a big concert because they were sick of hearing me practise. I did exercises to expand my lung capacity so I could hold notes just a little bit longer. I learned how to play a new instrument in ten days for a concert. I had school on saturdays. I sang scales in the shower. I gave up every ounce I had of free time to work on my career in music. And I was called a natural talent for it.

Yes, people were amazed by my performances, and when I stepped on stage I received more compliments than I honestly knew what to do with, but few people outside of my family had any clue just how hard I'd worked to get to that point. I got told I was born for this and that music was my natural calling. I was labelled a prodigy and when it all eventually became too much to keep up with I was met with disappointment rather than understanding when I burned out. By the time I graduated I had to beg my teacher not to give up on me and he told me that in all honesty if he were the one grading my final concert he would have failed me. I had never felt like a bigger failure in my life than when the time came and I was showered with compliments on my talent that I no longer felt I deserved.

The truth is, even if I hadn't burned out when I did, even if it had never happened (unlikely going by how hard I pushed myself) I still would never have become a well known performer. I would have been lucky to have been hired by an orchestra. While many outsiders assumed otherwise, I still did not have what it took to make it as a soloist.

When artists get big, more often than not there are years upon years of hard work behind it. If you care at all about their art then please, say their names.

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rapha-reads · 5 months ago

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Things from Interview With The Vampire s02e04 (ep11) I noticed:

[Edit 1: Actually this turned into a live-commenting, sorry]

[Edit 2: Keep in mind, I haven't read the books, so all of these observations are born from the show itself and the few (lots of) spoilers and narrative plot points I've gleaned here and there.]

Both Claudia and Louis are so bored with the coven. Or maybe bored isn't the word, but... Done? Frustrated and annoyed? Restless? Louis because he never intended to join and so cares not all for all their internal affairs. Claudia because she thought she'd finally have the life she wanted and instead is being forced to relive the tragedy of her life day after day.

And Armand rejoices in drawing them further apart, scolding and punishing Claudia while begging scraps from Louis.

And he's soooo jealous. The face he makes when Louis starts explaining what Dreamstat feels like is priceless.

Also, personal theory: either Louis is indeed suffering psychotic breaks after psychotic breaks, or just manifesting his own version of Lestat because he doesn't want to let go. Or Lestat can astral project and has been stalking Louis from the moment they left New Orleans.

The coven is tearing itself apart. And normally I'd add "and Armand isn't even seeing it/taking it seriously yet" but given that the whole of them are unreliable narrators and that Armand is a shady ass bitch whose only agenda is himself, I'd say he's well aware and purposefully making it worse.

I can't make sense of Santiago yet, though. Is he jealous? Ambitious? Is he fond of Claudia? Does he hate her? He definitely hates Louis, but is it just jealousy or real antipathy? Oh, but Louis is still my precious special kitten and that speech about Paris, art and modernity, as a contemporary culture student, made me vibrate a little out of my chair, and Santiago clowning him makes me want to claw his face. We get it, you hate him and you think he's pretentious, now can you shut up and let us talk a bit more about the art scene in Paris post-WW2 and why Louis is absolutely right, Picasso isn't all that impressive in the end? Thanks. Bacon tho, Bacon is interesting. My contemporary art teacher last year was excruciatingly boring, but he had a boner for both Louise Bourgeois and Bacon and we spent several hours on them (and not nearly enough about Mapplethorne, alas). Anyway. I feel ya, Lou. I have been called pretentious too for simply getting excited about art, culture and folkore.

I'm rooting for Louis and Claudia to kill them all off and run away to Italy. I know it won't happen, but one can dream, eh.

Is Armand messing up with both Daniel by getting into his mind and Louis by switching the photos? Interesting. Two people who have a shitton of issues stuck with a sadistic, insecure and bitter control freak who's been pulling the threads since way before anyone realises. And Louis is so lost in his trauma and grief and anger, he trusts Armand and doesn't see what's happening and been happening to him for 70 years, while Daniel is just a sad, sick old man who thinks he knows his life and what his future entails. Armand is definitely having fun.

"Je n'aime pas fenêtre quand fermée" is NOT FRENCH, MY EARS. I will be picky, I don't care for artistic licence. Correct sentence would be "je n'aime pas les fenêtres quand elles sont fermées". Admittedly, if it goes into a song, you'd have to respect the length of the line and all those musical measures. But still. You could shorten the numbers of syllables by dropping the language register: "j'aime pas les f'nêtres quand elles sont fermées" ; from 12 or 13 to 9, the original line being 8 or 9. Depending on whether you say "je-n'ai-me-pas" or "je-n'aim-pas" and "fe-nê-tres" or "fe-nêtres". Anyway. I'm sure the writers had those discussions (I hope; hey, AMC, hire me, I'm a good proofreader and I speak 5 languages).

Me: oh, Louis isn't even bothering now, he's directly talking to... Wait, is Lestat eating that photo? If it's Dreamstat: the hell is going on in your head, Louis? If it's Astral Lestat: that is certainly a choice, my friend.

"Barely Balthasar", LMAO, Lestat I fucking love you. Poor Balthasar always gets forgotten in adaptations. Nope, we're not here to talk R&J, moving on.

Armand: "this is my tragic backstory. Feel pity for me. I'm the good guy." Me: yeaaah, how much of this is actually real? And, uh, no, like Lestat said: ha! You're a storyteller and a conman, Armand. You weave your story to pluck at the heart's threads of your audience, modulating it to their sensibilities to better serve your own interests and your plans. What are those interests, these plans? Hell if I know. But I absolutely do not trust you at all.

HANDS OFF CLAUDIA OR I'LL BITE

"The wilderness that is our daughter" have I said lately how much I love Lestat.

Oh, hello, the Loustat scene on the bench just broke my heart, which is funny if you consider that that's just Louis breaking up with himself. Also, do we consider Louis knew about the initials in the pocket, and Dreamstat is saying what Louis wants him to say, or is it another unreliable narrator Louis, or is it Lestat himself...?

Aw, going from the Loumand scene on the bench to "toxic gay divorce with body count" sure is a tonal shift. Lmao. You're losing your touch, Armand. Louis' awakening. Daniel's awakening... San Francisco next, that will be fun. Excited to see how they've changed that part, knowing it's the red thread of the first book.

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Oooh, that got long. Apologies. I really need to sit and read those books.

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happilyhertale · 2 years ago

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Long Lost Love - Aemond Targaryen x female!reader, Part 2

Summary: You are the daughter of Daemon and Rhaenyra. When the invitation to Aegon and Helaena's wedding came, your entire family rushes from Dragonstone to King's Landing to take part in the festivities. You haven't seen your family in King's Landing for 6 years so you are very excited...

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: At the beginning none – eventually smut (uncle/niece)

Author’s note: Hello you!

This is my first fic so please be nice :) I thought I'd just try a little self-considered story. I hope you like it. The events are not entirely similar from the series

English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 3,2k

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7a, Part 7b, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15

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When you stepped out of the carriage, you could see King Viserys and Queen Alicent. But the other faces gathered around your grandfather and Alicent were not familiar to you. Your brothers arrived with a second carriage and you were glad when they finally stood by your side. "Rhaenyra, my beloved daughter. It is so good to see you. I hope your journey was pleasant?" spoke King Viserys.

"Father, yes it was pleasant. But we are just glad to have arrived." You look into your mother's face and you see her tiredness. Daemon simply nodded to the king. Alicent has always been very kind to you. You don't actually have any memories of her ever being unkind to you. Alicent takes a step towards you and takes your hands in her own. "My dear Y/N, it's so good to see you again" "Thank you your grace" you say, smiling.

"She has truly grown to be the most beautiful woman in the entire realm, the rumours can indeed be believed", she looks at your mother and smiles warmly, but still hesitantly at her.

Such statements make you uncomfortable. You have heard these ridiculous rumours before, but you don't care much for it. "Such a beautiful daughter to call your own. Surely you cannot save yourself from engagement offers?"

This was really an awkward direction this conversation was taking and you just wanted to walk away. But you stand proud and just smile. But as always, your father came to your rescue, "Yes, that's quite true. But fortunately I don't give a damn about bad attempts to contaminate this pure blood."

Your mother adds, "Besides, we will not put that burden on Y/N and let her marry the man we choose for her. She will marry, but someone she loves." Alicent just smiles and lets go of your hands.

"Well there was a time when I thought we would wed our dear Y/N to Aemond," King Viserys suddenly speaks the words that make you nervous. Your grandsire smiles warmly at you. You are still smiling, but you look to your father for help. He only looks at his brother in warning.

Your brothers were visibly amused by the course of the conversation. Inconspicuously you try to kick them. Rhaenyra turned to you with an admonishing look and you just shrug your shoulders.

Viserys still smiles, "I'll let you arrive in peace for now. I suppose I'll see you tonight for a family dinner?"

You nod to each other in temporary farewell. You and your brothers finally make your way to the Red Keep. Like all those years ago, you chase each other through the corridors and halls of the Red Keep. Immediately you feel transported back to a time when you used to spend hours creeping through the corridors and the secret passages. A time when you sat for hours in the garden, often accompanied by Heleana. You talked, incessantly, and she tried to get you excited about insects.

But this (fortunately) did not really work. Yet you spent most of your time with Aemond. Aemond was technically your uncle. But it didn't feel that way to you. You grew up close together. Every day you played together, you chased each other through the corridors or he was the knight who had to save you, the princess. You also talked about everything. Well, mostly you talked and he just listened to you for hours, but also he could tell you everything about what he had read new in his books and you listened to him eagerly. Sometimes there were even shy, kind of sweet moments between you. You liked him a lot. Even if it didn't seem like it, Aemond was a very sensitive boy. And with him by your side, everything was a little easier for you. And what you had no idea about, for him the world was a lot more bearable when you were by his side. Your brothers had already run ahead while you were still lost in your thoughts. Where was Aemond? Is he even here, or is he perhaps busy elsewhere..? You would have liked to have seen him. You are very curious about his changes. It's hard for you to imagine what he looks like now.

Your brothers have meanwhile arrived at the training yard. From a distance you can see two men honing their sword skills. You are still standing half-covered in the passageway. You see the one man from behind. He was tall and slim. His tight black leather clothes covered his body completely. But you could guess that although he was slim, he must have a muscular body. You almost wondered who this man was if you hadn't seen his long silver hair. Oh and how good it looked. It was a little dishevelled from training, but it fell so gently over his shoulders. And even though you only saw him from behind, you knew that the leather band that ran across the back of his head was part of the eye patch that now covers the place where his eye once was.

Now you were nervous. There he was. After six years you will finally see him again. "Nephews. Not seen for so long. Are you interested in training with me?" His voice. Even if you didn't expect it, but his voice electrified you. You hadn't even seen his face yet and you were completely blown away. You have to pull yourself together not to go towards him immediately.

Your brothers looked at Aemond in shock. "Maybe you should train with someone who isn't afraid to face you openly" Now Your brothers looked at you in shock. But you were most surprised by yourself to answer Aemond like that.

You see exactly how Aemond freezes. Your breath was shallow as you watched Aemond slowly turn to face you. Your face turned slightly red. A wave of shame floods your body. Aemond was now facing you. A simple "Niece." leaves his lips. The sound of his voice still leaves a shiver down your spine. He lowered his sword. He too seemed overwhelmed to see you. "I would never take the chance of hurting you," he says almost softly in your direction. But you only smirk, "Don't worry about that. I was trained by Daemon, you'd rather find yourself on your knees, maybe with my sword between your legs." But this answer surprises you even more and your cheeks become redder. Aemond grinned just slightly, "Mhmm that would be more to my liking the other way around."

You look at each other. Directly into each other's eyes. You only see each other from a distance, but you could swear that you feel his warmth. Meanwhile, your brothers came over to you, Jace are taking your hand and pulling you along. Your eyes leave Aemond's eye. "What did you just say to him?", he whispers to you, almost shouting. "Oh I don't know either Jace, it just came out." Luke just chuckled.

Aemond stared after you. And yes, he was stunned. He wouldn't have expected that. He knew you were coming and he didn't want to let on, but he missed you. He missed you dearly. You were always by his side. He liked it best with you alone. Only then was he able to talk openly with you. He didn't talk much when other people were around, but with you it was just natural. You talked for hours. About things that were important to you, but also about far less important things. But he didn't care as long as you were with him and he could hear your voice. The more important thing for him, however, was that you were there when the world seemed to conspire against him. Whether it was the fact that he had no dragon or that his brothers and nephews played evil tricks on him. You were there, reassuring him, making him laugh or trying to hug him completely with your much too small body. What pleased him most was when you stood up for him. And you did that at every opportunity that came your way. As soon as you found out that Jace or Luke were being mean to Aemond, you immediately started to fight with them.

You love your brothers, he knows that. But you never understood how someone as sweet and kind as Aemond can be so badly treated. And so you had to stand up to them. And that's what Aemond missed. Just your presence. Your voice. Your conversations. But what really threw him off track was your outward change. You had become a beautiful young woman. He had heard the rumour that you were the most beautiful woman in the entire realm, but he did not believe in such women's talk. Even though Aegon left no stone unturned to elicit a comment from him about how much you might have changed in the last few years. Since it was certain that you would come, this game was now going on. The only time Aemond responded to Aegon's games was when Aegon took his sad attempts to annoy Aemond so far as to mention what he would do to you if your looks were "passable".

And now he realised that Aegon would want to do all the inappropriate things to you. Aemond may have only seen you from a distance, but you were stunning. Your long silver hair, your body slender but not too slender and your curves perfect. Above, he could glimpse the beginnings of your breasts, and that made him nervous in a way he hadn't expected. He would have loved to rush to you and gently caress your cheek. Maybe pause for a moment just to feel your warmth. But then he would have gently stroked your lips with his fingers. When he saw how quick-witted you were, he couldn't help but reply insinuatingly. He knew this was not appropriate towards a princess, but he could not help himself. Something inside him, drove him to it. "Ser Criston, let us finish our training for today, I must get ready for dinner." "Of course, Prince Aemond"

Your brothers dropped you off at your chambers. They wanted to continue to "rediscover" the old places with you, but you needed to be alone for a moment now. Dinner would be soon and you had not yet thought about what you would like to wear. Until just now, you didn't think it mattered what you wore. Or at least you told yourself it didn't matter. But now, somehow, you feel it is important… After unpacking your clothes and looking through them carefully, you hear a knock at the door. "Yes, please come in" Your mother enters. She has a slight smile on her lips, but somehow she does not look happy.

"Mother, is everything alright?" "Yea, of course. I just wanted to check on you. You were a bit nervous in the carriage after all." She looked towards the bed, where your clothes were scattered everywhere. "Mhm it looks like you're still nervous?"

You sigh "I don't know mother. I thought it was okay. I thought after six years it couldn't be that bad. And just now I saw Aemond on the training ground with Jace and Luke. And suddenly I'm thinking, I don't know what to wear to dinner. I never think about what I might wear. But suddenly this question seems quite relevant and I don't know… I don't know what to do."

Rhaenyra comes over to you and takes you in her arms "Shh, it's okay. You don't have to do anything. It's entirely up to you." She releases you from her arms and strokes your cheek. "Would you like to show me which clothes you prefer? There was actually a time when I put a lot of thought into what to wear to dinner, too."

"Yea mother, that would be great" you say with a laugh. Your mother helped you choose a black dress. It is tight-fitting and has dark red appliqués decorating the whole dress. Your arms are exposed, as is your cleavage. It's simple, but you love it. You decide to wear the necklace your father gave you for your last name day. It is beautiful, made of light Valyrian steel, decorated with individual small gemstones. You love this necklace. Contrary to your typical braids, you have decided to simply wear your hair down. Rhaenyra had long since left when you looked at yourself again in the mirror. You are slightly nervous, but you are happy to finally be able to face Aemond.

On the way to dinner, you were preoccupied with your thoughts, as you often are. You didn't want to admit it completely to yourself, but Aemond makes you nervous. You are not yet aware of why. But you blame it on the long time you have been apart. After all, you used to be able to just talk to each other for hours. You find your nervousness silly, but it is still there. But still you decide that as soon as you reach the hall you will just go and talk to him. You used to be able to talk for hours without inhibitions. You try to convince yourself that he is just Aemond and you need not be nervous.

A large part of your family is already present when you finally enter the hall. Queen Alicent is talking to her father, Otto Hightower, at the end of the long table. At the same end, Aegon and Aemond stand and talk to each other.

Your brothers are standing in the middle of the hall playing around. Your father, Daemon, and your mother, Rhaenyra, are at the other end of the table and are also talking. You somehow have the feeling that they are talking about you, because your father is looking at you with a familiar look. Anyway, you don't want to be distracted. After all, you have a plan.

You walk strictly over to Aemond, past your brothers who don't seem to be paying any attention to you. When you reach Aemond and Aegon, you hear Aemond quietly admonishing Aegon to shut up. Aegon has never been your favourite. It's just uncomfortable to be around him. And if you could, you would like to slap him so that he stops looking at you in that sleazy way. But that would not be proper for a princess.

"Prince Aemond" comes from your lips with a slight curtsy.

"Princess Y/N", he slightly bows his head.

You look into each other's eyes, Aemond smirking slightly. "Princess Y/N I am also present, it would be rude if…", before Aegon can finish his sentence, he is interrupted by Aemond.

"No you're not, you were just leaving, brother." You chuckle softly as you are relieved to hear Aemond send Aegon away. As Aegon leaves, slightly annoyed, you stand there alone with Aemond and you can feel that tension again. Slowly you begin to blush. "I hope your training was still reasonably successful?" "Yes, of course, although I didn't train for much longer. After all, I have to stay fully concentrated for training and somehow I wasn't able to do that." The blush in your cheeks intensifies a little.

Your gaze wanders to his hands. His long, slender fingers and you notice that there are some scars on them. There used to be no scars on his hands. They are not very pronounced, but they are visible. "Is that why your hands have some scars now? They look rough," you ask him with interest.

Aemond chuckled, "Oh my princess, believe me, they can be very gentle too."

You can only smirk at his comment. Then the door to the hall opens. Your grandsire, King Viserys, steps into the room, followed by his daughter, Princess Helaena. He smiles fondly at you as he passes and you curtsey before him. Helaena stops briefly at your side to give you a light hug. "It's good to finally see you again, I've missed you so much Y/N"

You hug her warmly, "I am also very happy that we finally meet again."

Your mother leans slightly towards your father, "Daemon I kinda don't like her talking to Aemond."

"Mmh? Why is that?", he looks at her questioningly.

"I don't know. I don't think he's the right one for her," she draws her eyebrows together in concern.

"Okay, now let's stay calm. After all, she's just standing with him and they're talking and she's not about to undo his trousers."

"Daemon!", she looks at him warningly.

"What? You know how it is at that age. You're constantly tempted to explore the things that are forbidden to you. It was no different with us," now he grins slightly at her from the side.

"Somehow that doesn't make it any better now... I just think he's not good for her. I was just in her chambers and she was visibly excited when she saw him."

"Yes, and now she seems trapped again. It was obvious she was going to be nervous. After all, they were inseparable as children, and now they see each other again after a long time. And besides… I wouldn't consider this union the worst thing. After all, he is of pure Targaryen blood. And he's a good swordsman. He would protect her from any danger."

"Or he'd bring her right into the middle of it"

"Oh, I doubt that. But maybe before we plan her future, we should wait and see what actually develops from it and what wishes she expresses."

"My dears," Viserys starts. And with these words you bow to Aemond and Helaena and make your way to your parents' side of the table. "I am so indescribably happy to see you all gathered. My dear children, my grandchildren, my wife, even my brother. I am happy that we are celebrating the wedding with long feasts together. And then finally to wed Aegon and Helaena. Let's start this wonderful season of celebrations together with a family dinner."

With the last words, you harp a little. Not only is poor Helaena being forced to wed the idiot Aegon. You also find the fact that they are siblings appalling. If your parents had told you that you would have to wed Jace, you would probably have run away immediately. And you would have reached such a speed that you could have run across the water. You love Jace, but no thanks. But, your parents told you at Dragonstone, it's not your place to judge, so here you sit between your parents and your brothers, drinking wine and eating the amazing food.

You are sitting right between Jace and Daemon and could join the conversation immediately. But you have already drunk too much wine to be able to follow the conversation at all. And actually you wish you were at the other end of the table right now. Aemond is sitting there, quietly drinking his wine and talking to Helaena from time to time. The more wine you have this evening, the more you have felt the desire to just go over there. How you would love to just sit there. You wouldn't even have to talk. Just sit there and watch his perfect face. His jawline that looks like it could be used to cut glass. Suddenly your eyes fall on his hands. You didn't realise until just now how beautiful his hands are. Again you blush slightly as you think back to what he said about his hands - and of course you can imagine all the delicate things he can do with his hands.

But his eye is one of the most beautiful things about him. It shines in a beautiful purple. Lost in thought, you look up to continue looking at his eye from a safe distance.

You are startled. Aemond is looking directly in your direction. He's just grinning. He has caught you staring dreamily at his fingers. Perfect, now you're blushing in full bloom. Luckily you are not completely sober, otherwise you would have screamed immediately. So you just look away. Suddenly the conversation between your father and Jace doesn't seem so uninteresting after all and you frantically try to follow.

The meal takes its course, as does the wine, which is flowing. The few times you still dare to look over at Aemond, he doesn't seem to notice. Each time he was talking to Helaena. You have the feeling that you have drunk enough wine for today. You have long since stopped trying to follow the conversation between Daemon and Jace. So you excuse yourself from your family and make your way to your chambers.

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sunshinebarbarian · 4 months ago

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Hello!! You can call me Pigeon! I'm 23F, from Portugal. I'm making this long ass post to give a little background information about the blog. I'm usually not into games like BG3, so I was a little late to the party, but boy am I glad to have arrived.

Click here to see the list of what I've already posted <3

I'm also posting on AO3!

One of my best friends kept talking to me about the game for YEARS and at some point last month Instagram decided to start recommending me fan edits of Astarion (which is funny because when she first asked me years ago who I'd pick, I very decidedly said Karlach) so I caved, and asked her to let me borrow it from her. When I was about 80 hours in, I broke and actually bought the game, because her account was being used and I didn't want to wait to continue my playthrough.

Neither of us expected me to get as much into the game as I did. Seriously. There's like 12 pages of screenshots I sent on discord of my own gameplay (a lot of it is Sol and Astarion kissing, oops), not to mention the unholy amount of reels and videos related to the game that we send each other.

Anyway, after about 180 hours (if you don't count the hours lost when I fucked up and had to reload the game) I finished the story, and proceeded to go cry in the corner. Instagram once again came to the rescue, when I started seeing posts from @meanbossart and I actually got obsessed with the way he draws his characters. I'd ride his dudrow to the Feywild and back if I had the chance. I'm not much of a visual artist, but I always loved writing, so I started writing Sol's adventures, because I was absolutely not ready to say goodbye to her (we spent over a month together! that's longer than some of my relationships). I'm doing it for myself, but I figured someone out there might enjoy it too, so I'm posting it. Plus this way I can save it more neatly than if I just keep using the notes app on my phone. I'm not new to Tumblr exactly, but I have never used an account for more than just snooping for particular posts. There's also AO3, but frankly that website confuses me and intimidates me.

Now, about Sol, and her story: I'm starting it pre nautiloid abduction, and will follow the choices that I made during the gameplay. I'm going to add some filling, to flesh out her character and her relationships with the whole gang, as well as just to give uniqueness to her story (otherwise you could just. play the game. and it'd be the same thing.). When I was creating Sol, I decided that I would play her as myself, making the choices that I would make, doing the things that I would do, so, the filling will be game/lore accurate still, and it will be based on my reactions and thoughts about game events. Luckily I have twelve pages of screenshots and a lot of messages to guide me. Once the game story is finished, I have ideas for how things will continue, because I refuse to let certain things remain the way they are, and I have attachment issues.

#baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate tav #fanfic #bg3 #bg3 screenshots #writing #story #text post #sol tav #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link

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mxaether · 6 months ago

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MITCH MARNER -VS- TORONTO MEDIA/TORONTO FANS/HIMSELF/EVERYONE (a playlist for when you love a thing so much, and it bites you)

track list and selected lyrics for each under the cut ❤️

1. I Want You So Bad I Can't Breathe - OK GO i want you, yeah, i want you/ i want you, yeah, i want you bad/ so bad i can't think straight/ so bad all my bones shake / so bad i can't breathe 2. Careful What You Wish For (the doctor said to) - Jack Harris something is missing/this predisposition/i feel like i'm living inside of my head 3. Who Made You A Monster? - Hael tricking the world to trust you/but everything that you say/is some kind of sordid lie/who taught you how to lie so well? 4. GOSSIP - Maneskin, Tom Morello welcome to the city of lies/where everything's got a price/gonna be your favourite place -- so sip the gossip, drink till you choke/sip the gossip, burn down your throat 5. Don't Be Nice - Watsky false modesty is a guilty habit/some people simply have it/but the fact is i would not have spent a decade doing this/if i did not believe i was at least a tiny bit ridiculously filthy at it 6. JEKYLL & HIDE - Bishop Briggs sweet and then you're sour/changes by the hour/never know which one i'll taste 7. End of It - Friday Pilots Club it's cruel you know/the way they've been treating you lately/get you real messed up on the daily 8. Nowhere Kid - Des Rocs inside of a maze you hide away/where nobody cares who you are/caught in a lie you can't escape 9. All For Us - Labrinth, Zendaya guess you figured my two times two/always equates to one/dreamers are selfish -- i'm taking it all for us, all/doing it all for love 10. Cruel Devotion - Night Club do you want me? tell me true/on my knees and now i'm begging you/loving you is such a cruel devotion 11. Who Are You, Really? - Mikky Ekko i have nothing left to prove/cause i have nothing left to lose/see me bare my teeth for you/who, who are you? 12. Heartbreak Feels So Good - Fall Out Boy is there a word for a bad miracle?/nobody said the road was endless/nobody said the climb was friendless 13. Some People - Dan Mangan cause it's too easy to be righteous when you eat what you've been fed/some people don't question what they've read/some people should 14. SELF-SABOTAGE - Waterparks i'll self sabotage/if you like when we talk i'll dislocate my jaw/what the fuck is wrong with me 15. Matches - Huxlxy bring me the ashes/set me alight/i'd rather burn than say goodbye 16. SICK - Chandler Leighton never let anyone see your guard down/too proud, just stop, keep my frozen/iced out, i'm six feet underground 17. Black Wave - K. Flay shaking in my own cage/what do i believe? i believe/waiting on a black wave/living under bad days 18. Middle Finger - Bohnes you show me love and then spit in my face/making your money off all of my pain 19. still feel. - half-alive when i'm furthest from myself/feeling closer to the stars/i've been invaded by the dark/trying to recognize myself when i feel i've been replaced 20. Rather Die - Barns Courtney i came to kill 'em, now i'm/wipin' the spit from my eyes/i take a beating but i/i'll never give up 21. Lake Effect Kid - Fall Out Boy oh i've got the skyline in my veins, forget your night time/sumer love on a gurney with a squeaky wheel/and joke us, joke us til Lakeshore Drive comes back into focus/i just wanna come back to life 22. Stronger - Kanye West n-now-now that, that don't kill me/can only make my stronger -- do anybody make real shit anymore?/bow in the presence of greatness/cause right now thou hast forsaken us 23. Bulletproof - La Roux, GAMPER & DADONI i won't let you turn around/and tell me now i'm much too proud/all you do is fill me up with doubt/this time, baby, i'll be bulletproof 24. What Do You Want - Nico Vega you can go ahead and hate me/for bringing in news, but you could still choose/ain't going to be a party/but you turn it all down, down, down/say, what do you want?/what do you want from me? 25. I'm Gonna Win - Rob Cantor you've seen me before, you'll see me again 26. Hero - Martin Harrix, JVKE

a thousand voices whisper noise/they plan my fall from grace/whoa-oh, i know/you say you want a hero, you don’t

#mitch marner #mm16 #playlist #my art #i guess #kind of #leafsblr #i had a lot of feelings after game 4

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clickerlickher · 6 months ago

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lost my virginity at 12 years old to my first cousin her name is Missy she was 17 I was a 12

year old I was a horny 12-year-old boy I persuaded the whole situation I literally asked her a

couple times and she left and she said you're crazy we're related and you're too young you don't

know what you're talking about what you want I looked at her and I told her I said look here I'd

definitely know what I want I left the bedroom and came back and when I came back she was

laying on the bed reading a book wasn't paying attention I had no clothes on I climbed in the

bed with her and started talking to her and Rubin her leg and I finally slid my hand up her shirt

and down her panties and I told her I said look here I definitely know what I want what I want

was to be inside of her I told her look here missing if I go down on you and I make you squirt

and I make you orgasm then I get to finish whatever I want if not theif not then I'll leave you

alone and never bother you anymore anyways I spent an hour and 45 minutes between her

beautiful gorgeous legs and I managed to trigger that clitoris with my tongue and literally at

about an hour and 20 minutes she started to do feel it and not be able to stop sexual and

impulses and vibrations that she was starting to have anywhere she literally squirted

everywhere soaked me from head to toe basically I remember when I looked up to her between

her beautiful legs and I seen her eyes they were amazing it was not looking satisfaction and she

looked at me and said I don't know how to feel she said you like my little brother and I'm in love

with you she said no man has ever done that to me before and took the time and put that much

effort and passion in to making me feel the way you have .and me and her have a great bound

together and we still have are sexual experiences together we seen one another 12 months ago

at a family reunion and we had to go off and hidefrom the family and no one else knows but are

beautiful daughter Trisha Ann yes we have a daughter together she is 32 I am 44 at 12 I

preduced sperm to make a amazing and beautiful daughter together and she is the only one

who knows I am her father she found out at 14 years old the rest of the family thinks Missy got

pregnant at a party and was drunk and didn't know who the guy wasand like I said me and

Missy we created a beautiful daughter out of this situation Tricia never knew I was her dad and

when she caught me and her mom Tricia never said anything about it anyway her mom Missy

left me laying in the bed and she went to work that night I woke back up to what I thought was

Missy home from work Iopened my eyes and there was my beautiful little girl and she was riding

me hard and fast fucking me I took my s hands put them on her if and make her stop and told

her the truth I am not just your cousin as well your father took my fingers interlocked them to

hers removing my hands from her hips to literally look down at me in my eyes kissing my lips as

she said I love you Daddy I want to make love you and she did she went from riding hard to

nice and slow all I know is waking up not knowing and had I known I probably wouldn't want to

happen cousin yes daughter no because of society now saying iincest wrong but I love that she

made me open to my eyes and my heart to the beauty of it from day I lost my virginity even now

I have a strong sperm count me and Trisha Ann we created a beautiful daughter together and

after that I wanted more so we have two daughters heaven Marie she is 15 now and Jasmin star

is 12 and I have a nother daughter that is related to me after I understood the beauty of it all I

was at home one night I was 19 years eand I have a sister her name is Danielle she came

home from a party and she was drunk I literally all I could think of was her so wet and she needs

to know the beauty of love and sex I had in the past spyied on her i wanted to be inside of her

so badly just had not had the chance are parents were gone for a week vacation and I could

resistant she had on these tight little booty shorts and tank top and Igave her another drinkwhen she got home and I put some sleep aid pills in it she was out cold I figured I could have

made had her. just drunk but I wanted to know what Trisha had been feeling taken what I

wanted but in the same since wanting her to understand I love her and wanted her to know that

she loved tell you this much knew definitely that she had been fucked in the same sense she

had beautiful love made to her I fucked her 3 times that night and I made love to the 4th time I

cummed inside of her so much that when I went to dress her back so she thought it happened

at the party she woke up the next day so sore and she had called me up to her room and she

was crying as she told me she had been raped and and as I sat there with her at the end of the

bed all all I can think about was telling her the truth but not knowing how she would handle it

now so I did not tell her the truth anyways she found out but she found out in years and years

later I've had a strong sperm count like I said from the age of 12 of course the first time I had

f***** Danielle she got pregnant the kid she told our parents that she went to a party and say

that she was raped or anything like that she just said she got drunk and had sex with somebody

and she don't know who it was anyways she find out years later her daughter Ashley knew

before Danielle did cuz even after the first time I wanted to do it to Danielle so many times after

and to be honest with you I did every chance I got and she was drunk I would spike her drink

she would pass out and that would go down on her or f*** her and our little girl Ashley caught

me when she was 11 years old and walked in on me going down her mom and her mom out and

I explained to Ashley what I was doing and for whatever reason I ended up telling Ashley the

whole truth and Ashley took me by surprise when she put her hand on mine and said that

makes you my daddy and she said do you think of me like that Daddy do you want to do that to

me if she smiled at me and I didn't say another word I just put my lips to her sister kissing her

and we both later having sex while her mother was passed out beside us and she even went

down on her mom and ate her mom out shoot to me and said I've got to know what Mommy

tastes like just like you do to me have to tell Mama the truth about thank you later I did and it

was not easy and it didn't go over well it was Danielle at home bad situation she's crying she

just broke up her boyfriend and I came over and when I came over to seal put her head on my

shoulder crying blah blah literally without a word took my mouth and put her mouth and she

pushed me away I'm at that point I looked at her as I am tightly in the car on the truth she tried

to pull away and she was screaming and trying to yell at me and calling me names and I just

forced her down I pulled off her clothes and tired up and I need her way there went down on her

pleasing and pleasuring her every bit of two to three hours just just pleasing her and pleasuring

her and she finally started to have an orgasm and squirt and she couldn't hold it back no more

she couldn't find it off and Ashley came into the room completely naked out her hand he said

Mommy it's okay Daddy loves you and I do too and it's okay I'll let Daddy show you how much

she loves you and Danielle looks so confused but she looked at me and said thank you for

giving me my daughter thank you for loving me brother and making me know how much you

love me and everything's been good since now we f****** on regular

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spoiler-ful anons for the light between the lines below the cut <3

oh to be a fly INDEED. i say. like i am not the writer. you're the second person to say this w that phrasing fjsdjfclokad. i'd need to watch like several hours of footage of the both of them (+ jenson) talking for research to write it. bc writing non-zoomers is like pulling teeth for me (literally every single line of jenson dialogue was in brackets until about 12 hours before i posted the fic bc i was like how the FUCK does this man TALK). but i am not deleting the original ask in my inbox. just in case it comes to me in a dream...

a void is someone w/o powers!! it's kind of. mildly derogatory. well . can be majorly. depends on the tone, really. (lando and oscar both use it Very Derogatorily, for the first like half of the fic. oscar being mean abt lando and lando being mean to himself.) very few voids like. last. and it's only really used when someone noticeably doesn't develop when theyre in training. nobody's calling a 16 year old a void, cuz most 16 y/os havent developed.

the f2 kids are working on triggering their developments (powers)!! it's kind of like. i guess the equivalent would be meditation for like. force training in star wars? or, idk, how fanon describes finding ur animagus in h*rry p*tter (sorry it was the first analogue that came to mind). it's not super explained in-fic, cuz that's not what lando's time is spent on at all (he's fully accepted his fate of never developing), but a lot of the training (beyond the military bits of like. here's how to not blow yourself up. here's how to kill things) is working w essentially mindscapes. which start as these like incomprehensible mazes, that you slowly work through and start to pick up hints, until eventually a combo of age, environmental stressors, and time spent working through it means bam you have powers now!

the kids find it so much easier to work through their mindscapes and pull out hints when lando's there because of his power; he's unknowingly amplifying the tiny seeds of their developments, making it easier for them to find them. i didn't make that explicit in the fic, but yeah. that's also why so many people lando's gone on training missions w like . randomly develop on the mission or right after. combo of adrenaline and like . life or death fight or flight stress. plus an amplifier. and there u go. cheat code to unlocking ur powers

if no one has me i know you have me anon. LISTEN! ok so first off. they have HISTORYYYY ok. they had their little squad at the institute. nico literally uses jenson's development to test out the amplifier thing. like jenson is an extremely willing participant in the experiment. he tells mark to believe he's a chicken like eight times, seven of which mark is like 'what the actual fuck mate' for. and obviously nico and lewis have their fuckin. quantum entanglement levels of involvement in each other.

and then nico and lewis go out on that mission. and only lewis comes back... and lewis and jenson lean on each other ok!!! there's def some tense moments in there (jenson probably does blame lewis for it going wrong. for a bit. i wont lie) but they do eventually get to this point of like. god i miss him. yk. so they're having their shared grief moment. they partner up for a bit. jenson's not got a terribly combat oriented development (rifted can't hear instructions/understand human language or like. feel emotions the way humans do. so what use is a charmed voice lol) but he's good at shooting shit. and lewis can literally make things vibrate until they explode. and then they get older and more experienced and suddenly they're in charge of people (who tf let That happen). but at the end of the day who are they gonna call up when they've got an aching hole in their chest. each other. that's who. they also fuck about it for SURE

and now nico's BACK. fifteen years of weird grief and feelings later. lewis is torn between doing what is definitely his due diligence his responsibility cuz like. he should be getting answers. fucking anomalous shit is going on. and nico. but jenson has already hit the point of yeah fuck that, nico's back and lando's fine idgaf otherwise. (i think jenson had perhaps . an inkling. of lando's development. and things have clicked a bit as to what happened but he could not care less. nobody's actively in danger of dying. everyone he's responsible for is fine including the guy he's got a soft spot the size of the moon for. nico is BACK. who cares how it happened rn. that's for like. 72 hours from now. after lots of food and sleep. and maybe sex if things go really really well.)

it's about people changing (or not changing!) without you. and weird uncomfortably massive feelings. and weirder sex, probably. fucking someone abt someone else for so long it becomes also about them?? but in a crazy entangled way that's impossible to unpack?? idk!!!! this is all just me spinning things up out of my ass. spider style. i hope it makes even a smidge of sense. thank u for asking abt them anon <333

#ask #the light between the lines dot ao3 #thank you all sm ahhhh i love thinking abt this universe i love hearing ur thoughts on it

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