#very sad that the second image was posted alone

[madnessofmen]

"They're considered bad luck." Bing image creator, directed by u/arf1049.

[maikissed]

post euro Jude Bellingham oneshot felt like writing something like this again, but it's a fluff (I guess?) sorry for typos, was writing like crazy!!!

ps. they’re best friends

A very early morning in Tokyo and you were glued to your laptop, attentively following the occurrences happening on the pitch on the other side of the world. Your eyes bloodshot, your head heavy. You did not get enough sleep since you’ve woken up on very not your usual hour to watch the European Championship final. And to add to that you went to sleep rather late. Sorrowfully, you were not prepared for it’s outcome, as you started picking at your nails, watching the minutes reach the end of the short added time. The final whistle, the final breath that left your lungs as the pictures of true euphoria kept flashing with bright colours at your tired eyes, bright red colours, happy screaming and whistling faces amongst the colour white, shrouded in sadness and defeat. You could not believe it. You were devastated. You were searching for his face but to your dismay the whole attention focused mostly on the true smiles of the cheerful winners. You waited a little bit more and there it was, an icy pain spilling inside your guts at the sight of his gaze, shocked, lost, unfocused. You were sure yours was the spitting image. Quickly you grabbed your phone laying on the nightstand to your right and looked at the last messages exchanged.

“Good luck, big boy. You got this!!!!”

“💪❤️”

You started to type. You stopped for a second and thought about it. What one say at such circumstances? Seemed easy but in fact was not. You knew how Jude was after losing any game, a damned one of the biggest events final must have been a disastrous blow. And he gave his all to it.

“Head up. You were wonderful”

You knew you would not get any more sleep this morning, so you decided to start your day at 6. After two hours of desperately trying to find a purpose in this day, you finally searched for a closest flight home.

Breathing in the England air felt different every time you came back. At some point the same, freshening, enlivening, moist whiff filling your lungs with longing; different with the way you were accepting it each time you were strolling down the very known streets. Every other time it seemed more feeble than before, like you’ve turned into a stranger. Like you did not belong anymore. You wondered why, since it was still your home, your roots. Were you distancing yourself? From home? From family? From him? Were you too preoccupied with all these new, different things? You felt downhearted at the thoughts. 

You reached the doorbell with your slightly numb fingers. Just a minute later Mark opened the door for you. You smiled from under your cap.

“Y/n, what are you doing here?” his face bright and smile honest, he reached for you to pull you into a greeting hug.

“Hi” your voice croaky so you cleared your throat “Took a quick flight. Wanted to check on you” 

“Quick? Thought it’s about fourteen hours” his expression amused, yet amazed.

“Something like that” you shrugged.

He nodded at your answer, gently in a thought.

“Please come in, want something to drink?” he turned around vigorously after a second and you followed him into the sitting-room connected with a spacious kitchen.

“I’m alright, thank you”

Not much changed around this house since your last visit, you thought to yourself. And it was quiet.

“Is he with you?” you murmured, almost like a whisper.

“Yes, upstairs”

Still very quiet.

“Asleep?” you asked.

“No, not yet” he commented, smiling at you with solicitude to it “I mean he struggles, more than usually. Mostly spends his days actively but alone, with no space to think too much. Running during the night, training for hours since early morning, sometimes visits the grandparents” his voice calm and stable, simply voicing out the facts but it added to your worry nonetheless.

A process of healing, you thought. But it broke your heart a little bit. You realised there must have been a sign of concern showing on your face because his lit up once again, his eyes smiling at you.

“He’ll be very happy to see you” you watched him beginning to collect some dirty dishes from the kitchen island “You happen to visit during his short rest so I guess he’ll be in his room or the gaming room”

You nodded before silently heading to the corridor leading to the stairs. There was an awful feeling gnawing at you because of your decision to not stay for the rest of the tournament to cheer for him, and leaving back to work after just 2 matches. Despite that he assured you it’s alright, you had your duties after all.

The doors to his room were opened and you took a quick peak around but he wasn’t there, so you turned to the other room, as Mark informed. The doors opened silently, the first thing you spotted was the back of the couch, the big TV in front of it turned off. The top of his head visible as he was sitting comfortably on the said couch. You took a few steps. A book in his hands, you realised and smiled amusingly at the sight. His head still down as he didn’t notice you.

“What’s the book about?” you started circling the couch to come closer.

His eyes shot up from the lecture and the first expression on his features that met your unsure gaze was surprise. He opened his mouth, with no sound at all, no words to voice out, his eyes always big and sparkly now smaller and tarnish. He reached out his hand for you to take it, his face softened. The corner of your mouth rose up as you placed your fingers in his gentle grip, sitting down next to him. He placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles and that’s when you reached for him to pull him in a hug.

“When did you arrive?” his voice raspy like he did not speak at all for the last few hours. You wondered.

“Two hours ago” you murmured into his arm before he pulled away.

“You crazy girl” he whispered, a bit of light entering his eyes as he examined you in amusement.

You granted him with the softest smile.

“Wanted to see you and tell you I’m proud of you” you shrugged.

Your sight turning blurry in a span of a second. You indeed were more sensitive than you would ever like to admit.

“Flew fifteen hours to tell me you’re proud of me?” he joked, his lips flexing in that funny smirk you knew so well.

“Fourteen” you corrected, making him chuckle in answer “You look tired”

“I am tired” he turned to lean back on the sofa.

“You did a great, invaluable job, you do know that?” after few seconds of silence.

These words made him tense, you could see that. His fingers shot up to his face, to the corners of his closed eyes, he sighed. Your intention was not to stress him, but it seemed it was still a very delicate subject. You reached with your own hand to his face, gently pressing on his cheek so he looked at you. Vulnerable and drained, your touch brining him peace.

“What would you say about a nap?” you asked.

As kids you used to love doing two specific things together during your free time. Playing outside all day, just the two of you or with your friends, until there was no more energy left in your limbs. And then coming back to yours or his to take a nap together. Sometimes short, sometimes lasting few more hours. Cuddled together or him resting on the pillows that were spread out on the floor and you on the bed, sometimes the other way around. Most of the times you were absolutely drained and it happened spontaneously, whatever space you reached first. But you loved to nestle into him, you rested well with his heartbeat palpable on your side. You never confessed. When you were kids it was simple and held no more into it than affection and happiness of two carefree souls.

And now you desperately yearned for him to have some good, cleansing sleep. You wished it could help, to go back a few years and feel it the way it used to made you feel. Safe and calm.

He silently agreed, so you stood up, his hand in yours when you started to walk in the direction of his room. There was a bit of awkwardness to it as you both laid down on the mattress next to each other. There never used to. But you weren’t kids anymore and it didn’t feel as natural as before. Many things didn’t feel like it used too anymore.

You turned your head to look at him, his eyes opened, staring at the ceiling.

“Come here” a whisper, a bit unsure but you hoped he didn’t notice that.

He turned your way and you rose up slightly so your back rested more on the backrest. He looked at you questionably.

“You want me to crush you?” he smiled.

“I’ll be fine” you rolled your eyes at his mocking smirk.

You’ve never been nervous around him, but when he placed his head on your stomach, gently and considerably, and his left hand reached around your waist to rest on your hip, there was a burst of funny sensations inside your belly. Affection, you held so much of it for him.

“Close your eyes” you whispered when your fingers reached his nape to scratch it gently, going down his back slowly and then back up.

“That’s nice” he hummed, his breath hot on the material of your shirt.

“Take some rest”

Minute by minute you could feel him relax more, his weight more prominent, his breathing evening – fifteen minutes later it turned deeper. He did fell asleep, you felt lighter at the realisation.

But after few more minutes you noticed the doors opening silently and you stressed that whomever decided to invade this peace might woke him up. You frowned when you noticed Jobe’s tall figure entering the room. Your expression dangerous as you shook your head at his brother because you were ready to murder him if Jude wakes up now. He smiled widely at the sight and despite your silent threats he circled the bed with an index finger placed lightly on his lips, as a sign that he’ll remain quiet. You followed him with your gaze. Bending over you he placed a quick kiss on your cheek in greeting, your features softened.

“He’s hopeless without you” Jobe whispered in your ear and you did not expect it “Don’t you dare leaving him again” his face funnily serious when he leaned back, turning away to leave you as you were.

You looked down at the boy resting on you, deep in a peaceful sleep, and you started to think heavily how would your life look like if you sacrificed all for everything you felt for him.

A sharp jolt startled you, you opened your eyes realising that sleep quickly overcame you as well. You looked around you quickly, the room turned darker, hours must’ve passed. Jude still laid on you, your legs entwined, but his grip on your side harsher, his body stiff against you. He jumped again, a distressed groan leaving his throat, followed by a quiet whimper, his face pressed hard onto your stomach. He was having a bad dream, you comprehended. You placed your palm on his arm.

“Jude” you whispered, shaking him delicately, but to no avail “Jude, wake up” louder.

He shuddered, his head rose up. After a second he turned to you in a little confusion.

“Y/n” he spoke your name more to himself, like an reassurance.

“I’m here” you confirmed watching his sleepy face, eyes a bit puffy, a few sleep wrinkles created by the material of your shirt visible on his skin.

“Good” he nodded.

He still looked disorientated, like he hasn’t fully woken up from a very deep slumber.

“Come here” he muttered, motioning for you to lay lower next to him.

You did as he asked, noticing a soft ghost of a smile on his lips, while his eyes kept closing involuntarily. You almost laughed out fondly at the sight. You had no time to correctly process his next move when he leaned closer to you and put a quick, sweet peck directly on your lips before whispering:

“Thank you” 

His head rested down on the pillows, his face in the crook of your neck, arm wrapped around you. He fell asleep on the spot and you smiled to yourself, for the deepening darkness to see only. You felt lighter than you’ve felt in years. You belonged, just not where you believed you did in these last few years. You belonged back home.

[nerdsnuff]

KAI MONTEAGO BOYFRIEND HC’S. gender neutral reader, fluff, slight making out.

wohoo first post and of course it’s kai… anyway, i hope it’s okay? sorry if it’s short lowk nervous asf but aaaaa hope you enjoy!

𓆤 in the scenario you confess, he’d stand there dumbfounded for a second.

“wait, hold on, what?” he blinks. you don’t get to repeat yourself before he cuts you off. “you like me? like, actually?”

𓆤 in the scenario he confesses, he’d blurt it embarrassingly loud.

“i really like you, please go out with me!” he says, before laughing nervously, voice lowering. “if you want…” he asks with a sheepish smile.

𓆤 doesn’t matter how it plays off in the end since the feelings are mutual. so fast forward, you two date! he’s sweet, he’s snuggly, he’s like your personal puppy.

𓆤 he’d be a very clingy boyfriend. always holding your hand or arm while walking, and will act all sad when you let go.

“hey,” he pouts at you, eyebrows furrowed. he reaches for your arm again, wrapping his own around it, but tighter now.

𓆤 enjoys pda to an extent, he has to keep an image, y’know? prefers to be all over you in private, without people possibly running into to the two of you snogging in public.

𓆤 he will softlauch your relationship to his followers though, leaving them guessing and wondering (maybe jealous too) about who that mysterious hand he’s holding belongs to.

𓆤 loves pictures. sending some of himself to you, taking some of you, but especially loves receiving photos of you! keeps his favorite one as a wallpaper on his phone. since he’s never off his phone he basically sees your face all the time.

𓆤 you guys laugh at weird fan dm’s and comments together.

he rubs a tear from the corner of his eye, slowing down his breathing after laughing so hard. “ha! god—” he spoke breathlessly. “you’re not bored are you? we still have a lot to see… look at this one” his face suddenly turns to a sour expression, different from what he displayed before. “‘have my babies’? okay, dude, that’s weird as fuck”

𓆤 he always felt kind of alone, always considered his fans to be his only friends, the only one who’d care about him even if its a fake side of him. but now there’s you; to love him for who he is, to be there for him no matter what, to care. thanks to you he’s not so alone anymore.

𓆤 he will big spoon you. he’s fine with both ways, little and big, but he absolutely loves wrapping himself around you. doesn’t matter if you’re shorter or taller, bigger or smaller, he will big spoon you.

𓆤 would 100% let you lay on him. love it when you two to just melt into each other, he’ll hold you so so close and so tight.

𓆤 do not deny this man kisses please! as i said before, he’s all over you in private; would love to sit you down and make out with you, would love to pepper your face in kisses as you lay your head on his lap, etc.

“wait, baby, i want more kisses…” he whines as you pull away, holding your hips to keep you in place. you roll your eyes playfully at him as you cup his face and slowly lean in, seeing a smile appear on his face before you close your eyes and connect your lips with his once more. the kiss was slow, but passionate, tongues colliding. his grip on you tightens, allowing you to let out a soft grunt. both of you go on like this for awhile, simply unable to get enough of each other.

[kckt88]

Scorched Hearts XXII

Summary:

'We loved with a love that was more than love - Edgar Allen Poe'

As the family gather for a wedding, Valaena and Alicent come to blows.

Warning(s): Four Year Time Skip, Angst, Drama, Language, Mild Violence/Threats, Arguements, Brother/Sister Incest, Wedding, Celebration, Alcohol Consumption, Uncle/Niece Incest, Kissing, Fingering, Oral Sex, P in V.

AEMOND x O.C Niece

Word Count: 6929

A.N - Last Chapter!!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

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The door creaked open slightly, and Valaena stood in the doorway , her violet eyes soft but bright with curiosity.

Inside, Jaehaerys stood in front of a tall mirror, his hands fumbling with the intricate embroidery on his sleeves.

His usually composed face was a mask of nerves, and the maids hovering nearby exchanged quiet glances, unsure whether to step in or retreat.

Valaena stepped inside, closing the door behind her. “You look like you’re going to throw up,” she said, her voice laced with amusement.

Jaehaerys turned to face her, his expression half-wrought with panic, half-exasperated. “I’ve never been so nervous in my life. What if I stutter? What if I say the wrong thing?” His hands twitched as though they didn’t know what to do with themselves.

Valaena approached, her steps measured and deliberate. Her presence alone seemed to calm the room.

She placed a reassuring hand on his arm and smiled. “It’s natural to be nervous on your wedding day,” she said warmly.

He huffed a soft laugh. “What was your wedding to my uncle like?”

Valaena smile turned slightly mischievous. “Which one—the first or the second?”

Jaehaerys blinked, caught off guard. “You got married twice?”

“We did,” she confirmed with a playful tilt of her head. “The first was in the tradition of our house, though in a way that was very much our own. The second was in Qarth—a small affair, though no less meaningful.”

Jaehaerys seemed to relax, curiosity momentarily replacing his anxiety. “I never knew that” he said, then hesitated before adding, “I want to thank you—and Uncle Aemond, of course. If it weren’t for the two of you, and my mother and father, I wouldn’t be getting married today.”

“You are most welcome,” Valaena replied, her tone warm. Then, she tilted her head slightly. “Will your grandmother be in attendance?”

A shadow of sadness crossed Jaehaerys’ face. He shook his head. “I-I’m not sure, I don’t think she agrees with my choice of bride. Targaryen’s and our queer customs, she calls it.”

Valaena scoffed lightly. “Sometimes our blood calls to its own. It has always been this way.”

“She just doesn’t understand,” Jaehaerys murmured.

“No, she doesn’t,” Valaena agreed, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “But let’s not dwell on such things. Today is about happiness-”

“You’re right,” he said, straightening slightly as if to banish his lingering doubts.

“Good,” she said, her smile returning. “Now, while your mother tends to your bride, I brought you something.”

From the folds of her cloak, she produced a small, intricately carved box. She handed it to Jaehaerys, who opened it with careful hands.

His face lit up as he revealed a silver clasp shaped into two-headed dragons, their forms styled after Morghul and Shrykos, their heads entwined as if in eternal unity.

“Your bride has a matching one,” Valaena said, her voice soft.

Jaehaerys ran his fingers over the smooth silver and looked up at her. “Thank you,” he said, his voice filled with quiet reverence. “I shall treasure it always.”

Valaena took the clasp from him and stepped forward, pinning it to the front of his cloak with practiced ease.

She smoothed the fabric with a maternal touch, then stepped back to examine him. “Now, I think you’re ready,” she said with a smile of approval.

Jaehaerys took a deep breath, squaring his shoulders. “Time to get married,” he said, his voice steadier now, though a flicker of nervous energy still remained.

“I’ll see you down there,” Valaena said, moving toward the door. But as her hand touched the handle, Jaehaerys called out to her.

“Wait!” he said, his brow furrowing. “Just how did you get the High Septon to agree to this?”

She paused, turning back with a sly smile. “Surely you know of the Doctrine of Exceptionalism, set forth by Old King Jaehaerys?”

“Of course,” he said with a nod, “but I heard the High Septon was resistant to my marriage to Jaehaera despite the doctrine.”

Valaena's smile widened, her eyes glinting with amusement. “It was a joint effort between your mother and myself,” she said. “Best you don’t know the ins and outs, but let’s just say your mother found her inner dragon.”

Jaehaerys chuckled, the sound easing some of the tension in the room. “I can imagine.”

Valaena inclined her head. “And now, you should focus on the task at hand. Your bride awaits.”

With that, she gave him one last encouraging smile and slipped out of the room, leaving Jaehaerys alone with his thoughts—and a heart full of hope.

Valaena moved briskly through the Red Keep, her gown whispering along the stone floors as she made her way to Alicent’s chambers.

When she entered, the atmosphere was subdued, the room aglow with the warm light of the fire.

Alicent sat in an armchair near the hearth, fiddling with the seven-pointed star pendant that hung around her neck, her expression distant.

“Are you seriously just going to sit in here,” Valaena asked, her tone sharp but not unkind, “while your grandchildren are getting married?”

Alicent took a deep breath, her fingers stilling on the necklace. “They are twins,” she said softly. “I don’t—”

“You don’t what?” Valaena interrupted, stepping closer. “Agree with it?”

Alicent drew a deep breath, steadying herself. “I can’t stop thinking of Helaena and Aegon, and how unhappy they’ve both been in their marriage.”

“Oh, you mean the marriage you forced them into?” Valaena’s voice was laced with venom. “Because you didn’t want Helaena marrying Jace? Let’s not pretend you’re some tragic figure here, Alicent.”

“That’s not—” Alicent began, her voice faltering.

“Not true?” Valaena snapped. “Of course it is. You’ve spent your life hiding behind your so-called faith and duty, but at the end of the day, you’re nothing more than a hypocrite.”

Alicent’s lips tightened, and her tone sharpened. “I did what I thought was right for my family. For the realm.”

“No,” Valaena shot back, her eyes blazing. “You did what was right for you. You enjoyed the power, didn’t you? Being the Queen, bending everyone to your will. You forced your own daughter into misery just to spite my mother.”

Alicent’s eyes narrowed, her grip on the pendant tightening. “That is not true. I have always done my duty”

“Your duty?” Valaena sneered, stepping closer, her voice rising. “Is that what you call it? Forcing Helaena into marriage with that drunken whore of son you raised”

Alicent’s hand trembled as she pointed a finger at Valaena. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you? but you have no idea the burden of duty I have carried—”

“Burden of duty?” Valaena cut her off, her voice a furious roar. “Don’t make me laugh! Your burden was sitting on a throne you were never meant to have, manipulating everyone around you with your simpering piety. You call it duty, but it was always about control. Your father taught you well, didn’t he?”

Alicent’s face twisted with rage. “You have no right to speak of my father!”

“I have every right!” Valaena snarled, stepping so close their faces were inches apart. “He used you like a pawn, and instead of breaking free, you became just like him. A schemer. A manipulator. Only you cloak your cruelty in the guise of virtue, hiding behind that ridiculous seven-pointed star like it absolves you of everything.”

Alicent stood abruptly, her eyes flashing with anger. “You know nothing about what I’ve endured!” she hissed. “You weren’t there when your mother flaunted every rule, every expectation, while I was trapped, doing what was expected of me!”

Valaena scoffed, her expression sharp as the edge of a blade. “-You and my mother were once friends, and you grew to resent her because you did what was expected of you, while she trampled all over duty with her pretty foot.”

Alicent’s breath hitched, and her eyes narrowed as the words struck a deeply buried chord.

For a fleeting moment, her composure faltered, and her mind was dragged back to that fateful night on Driftmark.

The firelight had flickered in the hall, casting shadows over the scene of chaos.

Aemond sat near the hearth, his face a grim mask of pain as the Maester stitched the torn flesh where his left eye had once been.

The memory burned like a fresh wound, but it was nothing compared to the fury that had surged through her veins when Viserys had risen from his seat—not to defend his maimed son, but to refuse her demand for justice.

His focus on the insult against Rhaenyra’s children, and preserving his delusion of peace, requesting apologise and gestures of good will to one another as though Aemond’s suffering was a mere inconvenience.

The dagger had felt heavy in her hand as she charged toward Lucerys, her vision red with rage, her heart pounding with the need to balance the scales.

There was a debt to be paid. But Rhaenyra had risen to meet her, a shield between Alicent and her intended target, and their struggle had been seared into Alicent’s memory.

“It’s truly exhausting, isn’t it?” Rhaenyra’s voice had cut through the chaos, her words as sharp as the blade they wrestled over. “Hiding beneath the cloak of your own righteousness?”

The phrase echoed in her mind now, like a cruel spectre from the past, and Alicent’s grip on her seven-pointed star necklace tightened. She blinked rapidly, her lips pressed into a thin line, as she forced herself back to the present.

“Careful, Valaena,” Alicent said, her voice trembling with suppressed anger. “You speak of things you couldn’t possibly understand.”

Valaena’s lips curled into a smirk, her confidence unwavering. “Oh, I understand plenty,” she said

Alicent’s face flushed. “You have no idea what it’s like to sacrifice everything for the sake of others. To bear the weight of a crown you never asked for.”

Valaena leaned in, her voice low and cutting. “I know exactly what that’s like. But unlike you, I won’t let bitterness consume me, the point is that Jaehaerys and Jaehaera chose each other”

“They’re twins!” Alicent spat, her voice rising. “It’s unnatural!”

Valaena’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Unnatural? What’s unnatural is you sitting here, wallowing in self-pity, instead of being there for your grandchildren. You claim to care about them, yet all you’ve done is judge them for embracing the customs of their house. Customs you benefited from when it suited you.”

Alicent drew herself up, her tone icy. “You think you know everything, don’t you? Your arrogance is astounding.”

“And your self-righteousness is exhausting,” Valaena shot back. “You sit here pretending to be above it all, when all you’ve done is meddle and destroy. Admit it, Alicent—you’re jealous.”

Alicent’s eyes widened, her face paling slightly. “Jealous?” she whispered, her voice faltering.

“Yes,” Valaena pressed, her voice softer now but no less pointed. “Jealous of the freedom they have. The freedom you were never allowed”

For a moment, silence stretched between them, the fire crackling in the hearth the only sound. Alicent’s shoulders slumped slightly, and she looked away, her voice barely above a whisper. “Perhaps I am.”

Valaena exhaled sharply, some of the tension leaving her frame. “Please don’t punish them for your regrets,” she said firmly. “Be there for them. Show them you care, even if you don’t understand.”

Alicent sighed deeply, her shoulders slumping slightly. “I don’t know if I can.”

Valaena’s expression hardened again. “As future queen, I order you to attend that wedding. Because if you don’t, I swear to every single one of the Seven that I will make your life a living hell.”

Alicent blinked, then a faint smile tugged at her lips. “You truly are blood of the dragon. I can see why Aemond is so drawn to you.”

Valaena raised an eyebrow, clearly caught off guard. “Not the response I was expecting.”

Alicent shrugged slightly. “Nothing else came to mind.”

“So,” Valaena said, folding her arms, “are you coming to the wedding?”

Alicent exhaled, her lips twitching into a reluctant smile. “I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”

“Not exactly,” Valaena said with a sly grin.

“Then I suppose I’ll be there,” Alicent said, her voice soft but sincere.

“Good,” Valaena said firmly, turning to leave.

As she reached the door, Alicent called out to her. “Valaena.”

She turned back, her expression questioning.

“Do you think my grandchildren will be happy?” Alicent asked, her voice tinged with vulnerability.

Valaena smiled gently. “Like I said, they chose each other.”

Alicent nodded slowly, a faint smile crossing her lips. “I’m glad you chose Aemond.”

“So am I,” Valaena said with a soft smile, before stepping out and closing the door behind her.

The air in Aemond and Valaena’s chambers was bustling with activity as she stepped inside.

Aemond stood at the centre of the chaos, his sharp voice ringing out as he corralled their four-year-old twins, Vhalarr and Vaelarra.

“Behave,” he said firmly, his eye narrowing in warning. “And absolutely no mischief today, do you understand?”

Vhalarr looked suitably chastised, while Vaelarra giggled, her small hands clutching the hem of her father’s tunic as if testing his patience.

On the bed, Aemon sat quietly, fiddling with the clasp of his cloak, his small brows furrowed in concentration.

Nearby, Elaena sat cross-legged, her nimble fingers weaving Daenys’ dark hair into an intricate braid.

Rhaegar stood at the edge of the room, arms folded behind his back in his usual composed manner, watching Elaena braid with a small smile tugging at his lips.

Valaena clapped her hands sharply, drawing everyone's attention. “Right, are we ready?”

Aemond turned to her, his stern expression softening instantly as his gaze swept over her. “Ao jurnegon gevie ābrazȳrys,” he murmured, his tone filled with admiration. (You look beautiful, wife.)

Valaena smiled, smoothing down her dress and stepping closer to him. “Hae gaomagon ao ñuha gēlenka zaldrīzes,” she replied, her voice equally tender. (As do you, my silver dragon.)

Aemond leaned forward, pressing a lingering kiss to her lips, a moment of calm amidst the bustling energy of their chambers.

A sharp knock interrupted them, and the door creaked open to reveal Lirri and Arro.

“Lirri, you look beautiful,” Valaena said warmly, her tone genuinely appreciative.

Lirri blushed deeper, glancing shyly at the ground. “Thank you, my lady.”

Aemond cleared his throat, his expression returning to its usual focus. “Right, we definitely need to get going.”

Valaena nodded, stepping over to Vhalarr and taking his small hand in hers. “Come, little one. And remember, behave.”

“Yes, Muña,” Vhalarr replied sweetly, though his mischievous twinkle persisted (Mother).

Aemond took Vaelarra’s hand, who offered him a mischievous smile but walked obediently beside him as they prepared to leave.

The family filed out of the chambers in a small procession, their footsteps echoing through the stone halls of the Red Keep.

The air was thick with anticipation and excitement as they approached the carriages waiting in the courtyard.

Once everyone was seated inside the carriage, the door opened unexpectedly and Alicent stepped in, her expression calm and composed, though her light blue dress betrayed a deliberate effort for the occasion.

“Room for one more?” Alicent asked, her smile warm.

Aemond blinked, clearly surprised, but quickly recovered. “Of course,” he said, gesturing to the empty spot beside him.

Alicent stepped in gracefully, settling herself next to her son.

As soon as she sat down, Vhalarr clambered onto her lap, his energy undiminished.

“Muñāzma!” he exclaimed happily, he launched into an eager stream of chatter, sharing his childlike excitement about the day ahead (Grandmother).

Alicent’s face softened as she listened attentively, her hand gently smoothing his dark hair.

Soon the carriage began to move, the younger children still talking excitedly throughout the journey to the Grand Sept.

The wedding of Jaehaerys and Jaehaera was a spectacle of beauty and love, filled with the grandeur and sacred traditions of House Targaryen and the Faith of the Seven.

The Great Sept was adorned with silken banners of red and black, each fluttering softly in the warm breeze that carried the scent of roses and dragon fire.

The aisle was strewn with petals, a blend of crimson and gold, leading to the altar where the High Septon awaited.

Jaehaerys stood tall, dressed in resplendent black and red, his cloak fastened with the two-headed dragon clasp gifted by Valaena.

When he glanced toward the crowd, his eyes widened in surprise. Sitting beside Aemond was Alicent.

She caught his gaze and offered a warm, smile, raising her hand in a wave. Jaehaerys smiled back, his heart swelling at her support.

Jaehaera was a vision in silver and pale violet, her gown embroidered with flowers, her hair adorned with delicate silver chains and pearls that shimmered in the light.

The ceremony commenced with solemn reverence. The High Septon’s voice rang clear as he bound their hands with a ribbon of gold and silver, weaving it in a slow, deliberate motion.

“We stand here in the sight of gods and men to witness the union of man and wife: one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever,” the High Septon proclaimed, his voice echoing in the stillness of the Sept.

The crowd, a mix of lords, ladies, and family, watched with rapt attention as the High Septon declared, “Let it be known that Jaehaerys of House Targaryen and Jaehaera of House Targaryen are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder.”

Jaehaerys and Jaehaera’s voices joined in harmony as they recited, “Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger.” The conviction in their tone resonated deeply, a testament to their love and dedication.

Jaehaerys then spoke, his voice steady and warm, “I am hers, and she is mine. From this day, until the end of my days.”

Jaehaera followed, her voice soft but unwavering, “I am his, and he is mine. From this day, until the end of my days.”

Finally, Jaehaerys declared, his violet eyes fixed on Jaehaera’s, “With this kiss, I pledge my love.” He leaned in, their foreheads brushing briefly before their lips met in a kiss filled with promise and devotion.

The gathered crowd erupted into cheers and applause, the sound reverberating through the Sept like the roar of dragons. The moment was one of pure joy, and even the gods seemed to smile down upon the union.

As they parted, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera beamed, their faces alight with happiness.

Hand in hand, they turned to face their family and friends. Valaena smiled warmly, her fingers intertwined with Aemond’s, while Aegon gave a hearty cheer from his seat beside Helaena, who dabbed at her tears with a silken kerchief.

As the bells of the Great Sept tolled in celebration, the newlyweds walked down the petal-strewn aisle, ready to face the future together.

The reception in the throne room was a glittering affair, filled with the warmth and grandeur befitting the union of Jaehaerys and Jaehaera.

The hall was resplendent with banners of black and red, shimmering in the golden candlelight, as laughter and music echoed against the high ceilings.

Lords and ladies mingled, their cups brimming with wine, the scent of roasted meats and honeyed treats wafting through the air.

Queen Rhaenyra stood proudly at the head of the room, her goblet raised high, her voice clear and commanding as she toasted the newlyweds. “To Jaehaerys and Jaehaera, my beloved niece and nephew. May your marriage be filled with love, strength, and the wisdom to overcome all that lies ahead. Let us all drink to their happiness and prosperity!”

The gathered lords and ladies lifted their cups in unison, echoing her words, “To Jaehaerys and Jaehaera!” The room erupted in a chorus of cheers and applause as the couple exchanged glowing smiles.

Rhaenyra then clapped her hands, summoning the musicians to play. The gentle strains of a harp began, followed by the melodic notes of a lute, filling the room with a soft, romantic tune.

Jaehaerys extended his hand to Jaehaera, who accepted with a shy yet radiant smile, and the newlyweds took to the centre of the throne room for their first dance.

Their movements were graceful and intimate, as though no one else existed in the room. The world fell away as they danced, their eyes locked, and their faces alight with love. The crowd watched, mesmerized, until the music shifted, and others joined in.

Rhaenyra and Daemon swept onto the floor; their bond palpable as they danced closely together.

Aemond, standing by the edge of the crowd, finished his cup of wine and extended his hand to Valaena. “Care for a dance, my love?”

Valaena looked up at him with a teasing smile. “You hate to dance.”

Aemond smirked, a glimmer of warmth in his eye. “I don’t mind dancing with you, ābrazȳrys” (Wife).

Valaena laughed softly, her cheeks tinged pink as she took his hand. Together, they stepped onto the floor, moving with surprising ease to the music.

Aemond rested his forehead against hers, his voice a low murmur, “Avy jorrāelan” (I love you).

Valaena cupped his face, her thumb brushing his scarred cheek, and kissed him softly. “Se avy jorrāelan, valzȳrys” (And I love you husband).

As they swayed gently to the music, Valaena placed her head against Aemond’s chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat soothing her.

Aemond, his hand protectively on her waist, whispered, “How did you convince my mother to attend the wedding?”

Valaena tilted her head, a sly smile tugging at her lips. “What makes you think it was anything to do with me?”

“Because I know you,” replied Aemond with a knowing look.

Valaena huffed a quiet laugh. “I might have had a few words with her.”

Aemond chuckled. “Well, whatever you said, it worked. I’m sure Jaehaerys and Jaehaera are thankful for it.”

Valaena’s gaze softened. “Mayhaps when given a choice, love has a chance to blossom more freely.”

Aemond nodded his head in agreement. “A notion our son and daughter seem to have taken to heart.”

Valaena turned and saw Rhaegar and Elaena dancing together. Their hands were clasped tightly, their eyes locked as though they were the only two people in the room.

Valaena smiled. “Ahhh young love.”

Aemond’s expression turned more serious. “I think I need to exchange a few words with our children. I do not wish to be a grandsire just yet.”

Valaena laughed. “Are you sure? I think you’d make a wonderful grandsire.”

Aemond chuckled, leaning closer. “Perhaps. But while my seed can still take root inside you, I think I’d like to wait a little longer before I’m granted the title.”

Valaena smirked. “What makes you think I want more children? We already have six. We’ve performed our duty, generously so.”

Aemond’s eye gleamed with amusement. “Don’t play coy with me, ñuha dōna. I know you’re with child again” (My sweet)

Valaena’s eyes widened slightly. “H-how?”

“Well, aside from the obvious lack of monthly bleeding, you have that mother’s glow about you,” Aemond said, his tone teasing but affectionate. “And you’ve been quite sensitive during our love-making”

Valaena’s lips curved into a soft smile. “I believe I am almost three moons gone.”

Aemond reached down, his palm resting gently against her stomach. “Another blessing to be cherished.”

“I just hope it’s not twins again,” Valaena muttered.

Aemond laughed heartily. “I agree. The twins we already have are quite the handful.”

As if on cue, a commotion drew their attention to Vhalarr and Vaelarra. The twins were giggling mischievously as they dropped a spider into a noble lady’s hair, causing her to scream in alarm.

Valaena sighed, exasperated. “You get Vaelarra, and I’ll get Vhalarr.”

Aemond smirked. “As you wish, ābrazȳrys.” (wife).

He strode off after his daughter, who squealed and darted away. Vhalarr, feigning innocence, waited until his mother approached before bolting in the opposite direction.

Valaena shook her head with a laugh, the chaos a perfect reminder of the love and life they had built together.

Later that night, the celebrations had drawn to a close, and the Red Keep was cloaked in the stillness of night.

The children were finally asleep, their youthful laughter and antics replaced by peaceful silence.

Valaena sat brushing her hair in front of the mirror when Aemond entered the room, his expression alight with mischief.

“I have a surprise for you,” he announced, stepping closer.

Valaena raised a brow. “At this hour?”

“Trust me” He extended his hand, and with a smile of curiosity, she took it.

Before long, Silverwing and Vhagar soared through the dark skies, their wings cutting through clouds that shimmered faintly in the moonlight.

 The world below was silent, a tapestry of shadowed forests and rivers. Valaena followed Aemond’s lead, her excitement growing as they approached the familiar silhouette of their cabin by the sea.

As they landed, Vhagar and Silverwing settled nearby, their great forms creating gentle ripples in the sand. Aemond dismounted and helped Valaena down before guiding her toward the cabin.

“Aemond, what have you done?” she asked, laughter in her voice.

He grinned, covering her eyes with his hand. “No peeking.”

She allowed herself to be led, the cool night air brushing against her skin. The door creaked open, and Aemond guided her inside.

“Ready?” he murmured by her ear.

At her nod, he removed his hand.

Valaena gasped softly, her heart swelling at the sight. The cabin, which had fallen into disrepair over the years, now looked as it had in their happiest memories.

The wooden beams gleamed with fresh polish, the furniture was repaired and arranged with care, and thick furs and blankets adorned the bed and chairs. A warm, lived-in feeling filled the space.

“I’ve had men working on this for a good few months,” Aemond said, watching her reaction closely. “I wanted it ready for our anniversary. What do you think?”

She turned to him, her eyes shining. “It’s wonderful, Aemond. Truly.”

His lips curved into a satisfied smile. “While I get the fire going, why don’t you take off your riding leathers and get into bed? Relax for a bit.”

Valaena laughed softly. “I like the sound of that.”

Aemond pressed a kiss to her forehead before moving to the hearth. He crouched and began arranging kindling, but his task was repeatedly interrupted by his gaze wandering to Valaena.

She was unfastening her riding leathers, her movements unhurried. A soppy look crept onto Aemond’s face as he watched her, entirely enraptured.

By the time Valaena slid under the thick fur covers, she noticed Aemond still wrestling with the fire, his focus split. “Are you going to light that fire, or shall I?”

He chuckled and finally got the flames to catch. The fire crackled to life, bathing the cabin in a warm, golden glow.

Satisfied, he stood and began removing his sword and belt before pulling off his riding leathers.

Soon, he stood bare before the fire, his silver hair catching the flickering light.

As he moved to climb into bed, Valaena smirked. “Ah, you’re forgetting something.”

Aemond scoffed, shaking his head in amusement. Reaching up, he removed his eyepatch and set it on the bedside table. “Is that better, my love?”

“Much,” she said softly, her voice full of affection.

Aemond slid into bed, pulling Valaena close, her head against his chest, her hand splayed over his heart.

His fingers gently combed through her dark hair, and she sighed contentedly, the rhythm of his heartbeat soothing her.

“I had almost forgotten how peaceful it is here,” she murmured.

“I could never forget,” Aemond replied, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “This place holds a lot of memories.”

“Do you remember,” she began, her voice soft and distant, “how desperate we were when we conducted our own Valyrian wedding ceremony in front of that fireplace?”

Aemond’s hand, which had been idly stroking her silver hair, paused. His violet eye softened as he looked down at her. “I remember it vividly,” he said. “After Aegon had been crowned king, I thought I’d lost you forever.”

“I felt the same,” she replied, her voice tinged with lingering sorrow. “I thought we would be doomed to face one another in the skies, upon dragon back”

Aemond’s arms tightened around her instinctively, pulling her closer as if to shield her from even the memory of such a possibility. His voice was steady but filled with emotion. “I would have fallen on my own sword before allowing that to happen”

A tear slipped down Valaena’s cheek as she whispered, “Blessed we are then, that things didn’t end with fire and blood, and the dragons dancing.”

His grip on her became almost protective, his lips brushing her forehead. “All it took,” he said, his tone carrying a mix of dry humour and sincerity, “was us faking our deaths.”

Valaena huffed a small laugh, the sound bittersweet. “It was drastic, but it worked in the end.”

Aemond’s smirk returned, faint but genuine. “It sure did. The realm is at peace and you, my darling, are carrying our seventh child, and I’ve never been happier.”

Valaena let out a soft groan, burying her face in his chest. “Gods, are we crazy for having another?” she asked, though her voice was more amused than distressed.

“I don’t know,” Aemond replied, tilting his head thoughtfully. “I’ve always fancied us as the new Jaehaerys and Alysanne.”

Valaena pulled back slightly, her brows shooting up in mock horror. “Tell me you’re joking. They had thirteen children!”

Aemond’s lips curved into a mischievous smirk. “But my love,” he said, his voice dropping into a low, teasing whisper, “you know how much I enjoy knowing that my seed has taken root inside you.”

Valaena laughed, a genuine, melodic sound. “Oh yes,” she said dryly, “I’m well aware of how much you enjoy it.”

Aemond leaned down, nuzzling her neck with affection. His voice was a tender murmur against her skin. “Seeing your belly swell, knowing that a piece of me is growing inside you—it’s the greatest joy I’ve ever known.”

Her laughter faded, replaced by a deep, unspoken love in her eyes as she gazed up at him. He captured her lips in a kiss, one that was both passionate and tender, pouring every ounce of his devotion into it.

“I can’t wait any longer,” Aemond whispered, his voice rough with need. “I want you, Valaena. I need you.” His hands moved to her hips, guiding her closer to him, their bodies pressed together in a way that made his desire almost unbearable.

Valaena’s breath hitched as she felt the heat of his arousal against her, her own body responding to his touch. She reached up, threading her fingers through his hair as she kissed him back with equal fervour, her heart racing with the anticipation of what was to come.

“Then take me, Aemond,” she whispered against his lips, her voice trembling with a mixture of love and desire.

Aemond gently covered her body with his as he sucked and licked at the delicate skin of her neck, leaving red marks in his wake.

Valaena moved her head to the side and moaned loudly as she felt Aemond’s teeth nipping at her skin.

Ooo A-Aemond” exclaimed Valaena as he moved down her body, nibbling her at her skin as he went.

He paused at her breasts, his tongue taking turns to swirl around her rosy nipples.

“I can’t wait for these to fill with milk again-” groaned Aemond as he pressed his face into the soft pillowy mounds.

“Me either” replied Valaena softly, she knew Aemond enjoyed tasting her mother’s milk, but she enjoyed the closeness and also the relief he would give her, as nursing often left her full and sore.

“So beautiful” whispered Aemond as he lowered himself and pressed a series of gentle kisses to her stomach.

“T-t-tickles” laughed Valaena as the ends of Aemond’s long silver hair swept across her skin.

“Hmmm”

“Aemond” gasped Valaena as she felt him move lower.

“Such a pretty cunny " breathed Aemond spitting on her before he ran the flat of his tongue up Valaena’s soaked slit, from bottom to the top, tasting her.

“Oh, my god” moaned Valaena her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“That’s it my sweet. Let me hear you”. 

“YES! It feels so good. Don’t stop. Aemond. Please” begged Valaena.

"Delicious" purred Aemond as he began lapping at Valaena, running his tongue along every fold.

"More" panted Valaena. "Please. I need more”.

Aemond inserted two fingers, sliding them in and out of her slick wet folds.

“Oh, fuck" whimpered Valaena; her chest heaving.

 Aemond’s fingers were soaking wet as they continued to pump in and out of her tight heat.

“I can’t wait to get my cock inside you. I don’t want to wait any longer, come for me” moaned Aemond.

Gods his cock was so hard, it was almost painful.

Finally, he felt Valaena’s inner walls start to flutter around his fingers, squeezing them. Her back arched taut as a bow, and she screamed her release.

Aemond pumped slowly and lapped at his wife whilst she came.

Soon her tense body went slack and pliant, her chest heaving with every breath.

Aemond slowly moved up Valaena’s body, pressing kisses to her soft body as he went, until he reached his desired destination.

“Kostilus issa jorrāelagon” whispered Valaena as she writhed against him (Please my love).

Aemond couldn't wait any longer. He surged forward and sheathed his hard cock into Valaena’s soaked cunt causing her to shriek in surprise.

“That’s it, take all of me” moans Aemond as he begins to move.

Valaena can’t think of anything but the deep penetrating thrusts that greet her, causing her to wail and moan, causing tears form in her eyes, before running down her cheeks.

Aemond wanted to fuck her hard, but he knows he can’t, he doesn’t want to harm the babe.

But she’s testing his restraint as he feels her clenching around him.

“YES! YES! AEMOND! I CAN TAKE IT. HARDER. PLEASE” screams Valaena.

“FUCK!” shouts Aemond.

Aemond lifts Valaena’s legs onto his shoulders and wrapped his arms around her thighs, squeezing them together as he thrust his cock a little harder into her soaking wet cunny.

“Aemond! I’m going to come. Oh, fuck!” screamed Valaena.

“That’s it baby-come for me” exclaimed Aemond as he felt her clenching on his cock.

His wife always looked amazing when she came. Her head thrown back in pleasure, her eyes alive with lust, and her pale skin shining with sweat.

Aemond could feel the tension in his abdomen, but he didn’t want to come. Not yet.

“I love you-I fucking love you” groaned Aemond as he moved Valaena’s legs off his shoulders and manoeuvred her onto all fours, she whimpered as his cock slipped out, but he bent forward to press a series of kisses to her glorious arse, his hands kneading the soft flesh.

“P-Please Aemond” begged Valaena, her voice slightly muffled as she pressed her face into the soft fur blankets.

Aemond stuck his finger in his mouth before he ran it over her puckered hole.

“Is this alight?” breathed Aemond.

“Y-Yes. Put it inside me. I can take it” whimpered Valaena.

“Tell me-Tell me if it’s too much” replied Aemond as he slowly pressed his finger inside her.

“Ooh Aemond, yes. Please. More” babbled Valaena as he moved his finger in and out before adding a second.

“Your doing so well-my darling” moaned Aemond as he moved his fingers inside his wife, his other hand taking his cock and sheathing himself inside her once again, his eye rolling into the back of his head.

Valaena arched her back and screamed as Aemond thrust into her, the sound of his hips slapping against hers echoed through the air.

“Fuck-that’s it” moaned Aemond, his fingers still curling inside her.

“P-Please. Valzȳrys” whimpered Valaena (Husband).

Aemond removed his fingers and grasped hold of her hips, thrusting a little faster then he was before, his stomach muscles tensing.

He then took hold of her hair, twisting his fingers in the messy braid before he slowly pulled her backwards, her back colliding with his sweaty chest.

Aemond held Valaena tight too him as he fucked her, his cock reaching deep inside her.

“Give it to me ñuha zaldrīzes” pleaded Valaena her head lolling back onto Aemond’s shoulder (My dragon).

“Give me another-come for me again” whispered Aemond as he slid his hand over her stomach and used his long fingers to stroke her pearl.

“Oh-yes-oh” moaned Valaena as her peak suddenly erupted, her hands tangling in Aemond’s hair as she pulled him in for a messy kiss.

Aemond could feel the tension building in his abdomen again, as he thrust his cock inside her.

“I want you to come on my cock again, but not like this-” muttered Aemond as he once again withdrew from her wet heat and laid on the blankets.

“-Aemond” exclaimed Valaena breathlessly.

“Ride me baby” replied Aemond as he manoeuvred Valaena on top of him.

His hand moving to his cock, rubbing it along her folds before she sunk down and completely engulfed him.

“Oh” gasped Valaena as she rolled her hips against Aemond’s.

“That’s it ñuha nūmio, take it. Take all of me” (My pearl).

Aemond placed his hands on her hips and marvelled at his wife as she rode him.

Valaena dug her nails into Aemond’s chest as she moved her hips against his, his cock hitting the sweet spot inside her perfectly.

“A-Aemond” moaned Valaena as he moved his hands to her breasts, rolling her rosy nipples between his long fingers.

“Let go baby, I can feel you clenching around me again” exclaimed Aemond.

Valaena’s thighs began to burn, as she felt another climax approach.

“AEMOND” screamed Valaena.

“I’m going to fill you with my seed-”

“Y-yessss Aemond, I want it-I want you-” babbled Valaena as he moved her back onto the bed his cock never leaving her warmth as he moved inside her, chasing his own end.

“God. I love you- I love you-” groaned Aemond as he exploded. His cock throbbing and twitching as he finally spilled his seed.

Aemond jolted awake, his hand instinctively reaching for the space beside him, only to find it empty.

Blinking groggily, he scanned the dimly lit cabin. The fire had died down to embers, and the bed was colder than it should have been.

“Valaena?” he called softly, his voice thick with sleep.

No answer.

He glanced toward the door and noticed it was slightly ajar, moonlight spilling through the gap.

Quickly, he swung his legs out of bed and tugged on his breeches, his concern growing with each passing second.

He stepped outside into the cool night air, the soft sand of the beach shifting beneath his feet.

The sight of her standing near the shoreline brought a wave of relief. Valaena was wrapped in a fur blanket, her dark hair glinting in the moonlight.

Both Silverwing and Vhagar hovered nearby, their massive forms looming protectively, their eyes glowing faintly in the dark.

Aemond made his way to her, the sound of the waves lapping against the shore blending with the gentle rustle of the wind.

He slipped his arms around her from behind, pulling her against his chest. His chin came to rest on her shoulder, his warmth enveloping her.

“What are you doing out here at this time of night?” he murmured, his voice a mix of concern and tenderness.

Valaena leaned into his embrace, sighing softly. “I just felt a little nauseous,” she admitted. “I thought some fresh air might help.”

Aemond’s hand slid gently to her stomach, resting there with a protective warmth. “Is it the babe?” he asked, his voice low and soothing.

“Yes,” she replied, her tone laced with a faint weariness. “But I’m sure I’ll be fine soon.”

Aemond hummed in response, closing his eye and allowing the sound of the waves to wash over them.

He felt the gentle rise and fall of her breathing, her body relaxing slightly against his as the peaceful moment stretched between them.

After a few minutes, Valaena turned in his arms, her fur blanket still draped around her shoulders.

Her violet eyes searched his face, shimmering in the moonlight. “Will you love me, Aemond, until the day I die?” she asked softly, her voice almost a whisper.

Aemond’s expression softened, his gaze unwavering as he cupped her face. “No,” he said, his voice steady and filled with conviction. “Much longer than that, Valaena. Much longer than that.”

Her lips curved into a soft smile, tears glinting in her eyes as he leaned in, brushing her lips with his own.

The kiss was tender, timeless, and full of unspoken promises, as if it held the answer to every question the world might throw at them.

When they parted, Aemond pressed his forehead to hers, their breaths mingling in the cool night air.

Together, they turned to gaze out at the sea, their dragons at their side and the horizon stretching infinitely before them.

Whatever trials had come before, they had faced them together, and whatever lay ahead, they would face it the same way.

For in that moment, there was no animosity, no politics, no crown.

Just a man and a woman, their love as eternal as the stars that watched over them.

The End.

[thelonewolf48]

The most beautiful image in The Loyal Pin...

According to me and me alone!

If you want to dive into my overthinking brain and see me nerd about photography and why I think this particular shot is the best so far...

Then jump after the cut because it's gonna be a kinda long post!

Before episode seven falls upon us, I want to talk about one scene that makes me lose my mind and that previously commented on Twitter (because I refuse to call it X).

I’m sure there are more prepared people out there to talk about this, but my very amateurish ass can’t stop the word vomit I’m about to post.

I love photography and cinematography.

I love The Loyal Pin and, of course, FreenBecky.

I didn’t come here to tell you how beautiful TLP is, we all agree of its beauty. But, there’s a scene from Episode 6 that I can’t take out of my head for many reasons. If they did this fully knowing what they wanted from this, then they have all my respect! But even if it was a more instinctive choice, I still want to praise them for the shot!

I’ll begin by saying that movies and series can tire our eyes. We have less than seconds to react to the images thrown at us. Some directors make an effort to film in a way that we don’t get tired, that we don’t have to work much to focus on what they want us to see. I won’t go too deep into this topic because it is not the reason why I'm posting this rant.

I’ll try give a short explanation:

Here, we have a medium close-up shot, obviously the point is their faces and their feelings.

Then we jump to the next cut.

And here the magic happens!

Once the image changes, our eyes don’t move! We might not notice because it’s a cut instead of a fade, but this is what it looks like when we merge both images together!

With that our of the way, let’s get to the main point!

First, this is a beautiful Wide Shot! It contains so much more information than we can think. And I want everyone to admire it!

This one feels powerful and it moved us because they’re placed in one of the four intersecting lines when divided in thirds.

Second, we have frames!

And lastly, the image is also divided by 2 very contrasting color temperatures. Warm and cold!

This division is what I want to talk about.

We know why we are in this scene. Lady Pin is heartbroken because they don’t have much time left and they just finally confessed their feelings. So, she feels sad and in pain. She’s feeling blue… and blue is a cold color!

We have visuals of her feelings, not only for what we are seeing in the scene but also on how the cold of the room is trying to eat the warmth of the chandelier!

In contrast, we have Anil trying to give as much comfort as she can. She is hopeful of the future because she knows their love is real and because she will return so much faster than last time. Anil’s warmth is trying to conquer Pin’s cold.

But she is feeling sad too, although she tries to be positive about it, she doesn’t want to leave. I believe this also represents her own feelings of guilt for hurting Pin. Of course, we know it wasn’t her fault but the guilt is there too, she also feels powerless and I dare say even defeated.

That’s why the image isn’t divided in the middle, and both are on the colder side of the room.

You guys have no idea of what happened in my head when this image popped up!!

Maybe there will be other scenes that will make me go wild… But so far, this imagine right here is a masterpiece.

Or maybe I’m reading too much into it!

[honesttoglob]

Ok so few thoughts on the Season 2 Bigtop Burger Supercut:

- Apparently the "freakazoids" that Cesare and the underworld have been keeping tabs on are Cryptids. I had suspected the freakazoids in question might be demons as Hell is taking some responsibility for them but they're cryptids??? Man, that just makes me sad, leave bigfoot alone :(((((

- One of the cryptids pictured is Flatwoods Monster, who, according to legend, is also an alien. The other two appear to be Mothman and though I'm a bit fuzzy on this one some sort of bigfoot or yeti creature. He's wearing a lil stetson hat. Did Cesare use the stetson hat trick before?

- The second still shown in the credits appears to be Munkustrap descending onto Earth on some sort of spacecraft as the Bigtop and Zomburger crews watch. They appear to be in the same positions/outfits as when Cesare whack-a-moled Steve into hell. Which is????? Idk what to make of that. Could Flatwoods Monster have some kind of alien technology that they used to contact Clown World? Are we finally gonna have Clown vs Undead War??????? I wonder how Munkustrap will react to seeing other clowns in the pink-yellow-blue spotted outfit which Tim, Penny and Billie are wearing, which seems to be a pattern which all banished clowns are exiled in. Looking forward to see how he looks now that he's aged! Also, I like that this scene implies the Zomburger and Bigtop gangs stick together! Which I want them too! SO BADLY!!!

- As @fr0stmask mentioned in a reply on this post, the spacecraft Munkustrap is seen on is actually a tire, as in the musical Cats, cats who are deemed worthy are sent up to the Heaviside Layer on a TIRE!!! Thanks for the info!

- What if the Cats performance is literal, and one clown actually gets sent "up to the heaviside layer", and that's what happened to Munkustrap and how he got the tire spacecraft. Steve got booted out via banishment and Munkustrap was chosen to ascend, but in the end they both ended up in the same place.

- Frances, Conrad and Allen look visibly upset when they realize Cesare isn't actually proposing a truce and is still up to his antagonistic bullshit.

- The image of Cesare in his weird little Cabinet of Dr. Caligari coffin makes my stomach do little back filps. We've seen Tim, Penny, Billie, Frances, Conrad, Allen, and Steve all in their own homes (For Steve it's his truck where he sleeps) but Never Cesare! Seeing him in there makes me nervous honestly because in the image, his box/cabinet has two doors on its front, with no handles inside, which suggests it closes from the outside and he's "stored" in there and deanimated (seeing as his eyes are closed and this is the only time we've seen him at rest) when not in use. This would add metaphorical meaning to Cesare's comments about being a puppet vendor, as now that's all he is- a puppet. He looks like a little doll being stored in his box. This seems to suggest something I've long suspected, that the "1000 year sentence" Cesare is being held on by the underworld may be bullshit, and he won't actually be allowed to go on retirement. Instead, this idea of his sentence one day ending is merely meant to motivate and control him, like a carrot being held in front of a horse. Could that candle shown at the end be his lifeforce? When its lit maybe he's animate, while when its snuffed out, he's a lifeless husk kept in a box.

- You think Cesare's and Steve's footie pajamas have a similar narrative role? Like to make them easily identifiable as rejects (in Steve's case) or property (in Cesare's case)? You think they're just meant to be dehumanizing or a source of shame?

- Tim was the first one to find Steve, which makes me feel fucked up that Steve still doesn't know his name and seems to mis-name him the most :(((((( Tom and Toby???????? I mean I get that my man likely has memory issues, he's very old and he hit his head very hard on the ground and he refuses to go easy on that fckng juul

- Baby Tim is so cute and handsome I'm dying

- The alley Steve emerges into in the after credits scene seems to rememble the alley with the hole in the ground that Conrad recounts Cesare getting money from. Is this because the underworld was able to track Steve's ascent through the ground to Earth's surface? Is this the same hole Cesare enters and exits the underworld from?

- Also, Steve spits out some rocks when he reaches the surface. U think that's how he started thinking of rocks as food? They just kimda got in ther and he thought "mmmnm yummy!"

- Based on the timelime and my own calcumalations, Steve landed in Sweden, creating the crater which is now known as the Siljan ring, and emerged a whole continent over in North America (at least I'm assuming the show takes place in North America. The driving wheel is on the left side, right? And everyone has American accents? (Except Tim) Is that enough?)

I have a theory that Penny reminds Steve of his own mother. Both women have the same voice actress (Lindsay Small-Butera, my beloved ;-;), and in season one, while Steve is high, once he hears Penny's voice, he shapeshifts into his child form (which I think might have been the last time he saw his mom before she dropped him off at Christian-Acting Camp) and asks her for soup. He's even in the same Little Lord Fontleroy outift. Also, at the Food Truck Expo, when Steve sees Cesare approaching him, he hides behind Penny's back. Also, they have a similar appearance in hair color and clown makeup.

- Speaking of Steve's family, in the scene where Steve is about to be shot into space, there are three clowns who stick out from the crowd. One, with a haircut resembling Steve's mother's on the right (I believe this is her), Munkustrap in the center (at least I believe this is him, their hair and faces are similar) and a male figure on the left. I believe this figure on the left is Steve's father, and Munkustrap is either Steve's brother or past love interest (I think him being his brother is more realistic because him being Steve's love interest and sending him into space is I think too dark even for this show).

- I think the clown actors in Cats may only refer to eachother by their character names. Munkustrap is given no other name, and Steve being stripped of his name as "Old Deut" is seen as a big deal.

- I noticed whenever male clowns get old, their hair develops into sort of a tonsure style with a little dollop of hair sitting right in the middle of their bald spot. Peanut has this, along with Steve's father, and Steve is also developing this as well, based on the wicked widow's peak he has whenever his hat is off.

- bro I wanna see Cesare and Munkustrap interact so bad. What if they get jealous of eachother like, "No! I'm the only emo twink that gets to make Steve's life a living hell, who the fck are you???"

- I want them. To fight lol

- Cat fight!!!!!

- I may be stretching with this one but Munkustrap and Cesare just look kinda visually similar to me? At least with the black onesie and the dark unkempt hair. You think there's a reason for that? Or is it more metaphorical, as in these are just two people who have an impact on Steve's life in that they do their best to not let him fit in with the general society?

- In the still of Munkustrap descending from the sky, Conrad is build like a brick shit house frfr

Just needed to get these thoughts out of my head so they don't weigh down on my humors and make me bad at art and work and remembering to eat food and sleep and bathe and breathe for the next however many months it is before another episode O-O

[the-s1lly-corner]

I got an idea from the child reader request.

Like the same wolf in sheep's clothing concept but like FULL SWEET TO DARK PERSONALITY.

Wanna hear?

So basically child reader is like cute and innocent at first sight but IS A TOTAL DEMON, Having a very dark sense of humor, Sometimes out of nowhere walk up to someone of the gang and threaten to gouge out their eyes while they sleep, they are always with an cute expression but turns out that they like to cause chaos and havoc just like Jax but in a more creepy way.

For example, SOMEHOW reader is caught hanging from the ceilling scaring the fuck out of gangle just because its fun. Or staying in the dark waiting for someone so they can jumpscare them.

Basically child reader uses their cute-kid as an advantage to scare others off.

TADC x child!reader who is a menace! (platonic)

wasnt quite sure what to title this so!! some segments may be shorter than others since im still trying to get a hand of writing/coming up with ideas for certain characters (cough cough gangle) (i love her sm but shes so hard for me to write idk why) hope you enjoy! majority of this post is just me tormenting the cast TToTT

CAINE:

oh my god you kind of remind him of bubble but more... flkmddlvm

makes a time out rule when you keep making threats to the other circus members, that behavior is not family friendly!

he might even consider trying to go into the code and censoring your common phrases as well as some other words, if he has the capabilities for that

still tries to be a dad to you, though, wants to be a good role model and guide you in the right direction for the sake of everyone else

the first time you say something... morbid to him he just

slack jawed, stares at you before shaking himself back to reality and just

bro is astonished he was not ready to hear that today, let alone hear it from a small child

POMNI:

you know how in the other post with a child!reader i mention that pomni is vaguely uncomfortable around kids since she knows they can dish out some real cruelty

take this idea and multiply it by 10x

actually looks like that one sad spongebob meme with the big eyes and tear when shes put in charge of keeping an eye on you during an in house adventure

meek attempt to get you to behave

not much to say here imo, since its like an amped up version of the last post :O

JAX:

makes a joke about how youre already entering your edgy phase, he now has to watch his back lest some of his digital fur be shaved off

fear does not come close to describing how he feels when he discovers that you somehow found keys to some peoples rooms. he hopes you dont have a key to his room

and he thought he was hot shit, but no some random kid makes him fear the consequences of his actions

is this his punishment for his constant bullshit? what did he do in particular to deserve this?

instinctively looks up at the ceiling when he enters a room to make sure youre not about to drop on him

congrats, youve instilled fear into the funny rabbit

RAGATHA:

the 'nightmare kid' thing some babysitters go through at least once in their life, but instead of tantrums and such its just you talking about how you sometimes tear apart the dolls that came with your room. to the doll person

very uncomfortable by a lot of the stuff you casually say, even more so because its coming from a kid. though i think she would be uncomfortably be talk like that in general

SWEARS that one day shes going to blink and youll suddenly be right next to her or within her proximity

like on one hand she wants to try to guide you to be less dark, like caine, but i think she would need someone to back her up because she cannot get the image of the torn up dolls out of her head

KINGER:

poor man

like even if the things you said were empty threats, he would be scared shitless

if he isnt already in his fort, hes retreating to it the second he sees you around

kind of funny since kinger is in his late late 40s and youre a kid and hes terrified of you

anyways

less of a discomfort thing and more so scared that youre going to go through with the things you say

he walked into the common area one day and saw you literally crawling across the walls, he was with gangle when he saw it. you see his irises of his eyes shrink

doesnt even bother going to his fort, which is under where you currently are

he just

slowly

backs away, he can find refuge in his room... unless you have a key to his room

ZOOBLE:

less discomfort more annoyance with zooble, i think that while she would find it funny when a kid swears she finds people talking like that to be cringe; kid or not

the only one who isnt really scared of you. sure you threaten to disassemble them constantly and hide their pieces across the grounds to assure they can never be whole again, but they're just internally cringing while you try to make them turn away

in a weird way you two create an odd dynamic where you just go on and zooble just halfway listens, you kinda just talk at them

like while caine tries to be your dad, and ragatha tries to be.. something.. zooble is like a weird 'friend'

probably has the most potential to become a friend and get you to chill, but thats just based on my experience

like if its an attention/reaction thing, zooble isnt going to give it to you, which kind of. ruins the point of it for you, and you just

stop, or at least tone it down over time

or maybe thats just me seeing zooble having the potential to be an older sibling figure

GANGLE:

the gif is gangle when you get your hands on her

i understand that she cries easily, but like, you have probably made her cry at least once either on accident or on purpose

i think shes one of the few characters out of the cast who would probably start avoiding you for the sake of her emotional state, but she would feel bad about it since at the end of the day you're a kid

refuses to go anywhere near you when her comedy mask is broken, because otherwise shes a glum mess

you know how in poppee the performer, kedamono's mask sometimes just. pops off when he gets scared or surprised (well it happens regardless of expression/mood but yk)

gangle does that when she sees you LITERALLY CRAWLING ON THE WALLS LIKE A BUG

how are you even doing that

she doesnt wanna know, actually

"imma tie you up double knotted style" *high pitched crying*

[yanderederee]

Alright, let’s talk about Ken Wakui’s newest work

Negai no Astro

Or Astro Royal, whatever you prefer.

I will be giving no blatant spoilers in this post, only speculations:)

Manga PV here; ITS SO GOOD!!!!

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯✦

Let’s get the obvious out of the way, Ken Wakui has a very distinct art style. And I love it! A lot of people are making fun of it (mostly on Twitter/X), and it’s really sad. I love his style, and character development.

I have high hopes for this manga, and want to paint a picture of what to expect for those who also want to get into it♡

Let’s start Character Designs

—our main-trio—

We’re only one chapter in so far, so we’ve only met the main two boys, Terasu and Hibaru (left to right).

Terasu Yotsurugi - 12th Son

Loving Terasu’s take-no-shit personality so far. Simultaneously, he seems very kind and loyal to Hibaru’s ideals.

Terasu is giving Ryusei/Chifuyu lovechild.

Hibaru Yotsurugi - only Biological Son

I love Hibaru’s chivalrous/“old-fashion” ideology. He may seem ‘generic shonen protagonist’ right now, but i don’t care. I will appreciate him.

Hibaru is giving Mikey/Takemitchi lovechild.

As for our blue eyes beauty over here, we have yet to see her yet. She seems very cute though.

She’s also giving lovechild vibes; Senju/Hina specifically…

—The Yotsurugi family—

There are 13 Siblings of the Yotsurugi family, whom has a history of being Yakuza.

12/13 Siblings are adopted.

So far, we only have designs for 11 siblings.

We do not know a lot of names thus far, WHICH I NEED BTW, so let’s go over what we do have, and my first impressions of them.

—Names going Left to Right per image

Shio Yotsurugi - Eldest Son

He’s giving Timeskip!Taiju vibes. Anyone who says he looks like Ran…. I can’t see it. He’s too beefy- sorry.

I just know I’m not going to like this guy.

Has a lot of the people’s support, but not mine.

Probably thinks he’s going to make the family better when he’s really ruining it:(

Unnamed Glasses Guy - maybe 2nd Son?

Mmmmm no thoughts.

Token megane character—

Probably corrupt.

I hope he proves me wrong.

Kou Yotsurugi - 11th Son

Middle child vibes

He will be deranged and misguided.

Probably “hates” Hibaru because he’s so much like their father, who I assume he respects, but doesn’t agree with.

He probably secretly admires them both though.

Unnamed Hottie - maybe 9th Son?

MINE. 👹👹👹 RAPID. FERAL. BARKBARKBARK—

Based on vibes alone, I lay claim. Awoogaawooga♡

I NEED NAMES, NOW WAKUI. NOW.

Who is he. Where was he. I must know.

also lowkey giving Angry’s blue-ogre vibes…

Didn’t appear in chapter 1 though so:( </3

Unnamed ScarGuy - maybe 10th Son?

Eyes always closed, speaks with ♡ at the end of his sentences…

Seems charming. I mean, look at those eyelashes…♡

Wanna give him a kith.

I have a feeling he and Unnamed Hottie are biological brothers… not sure.

Wakui please, sir, just one chance—-

Unnamed BraidGuy - maybe 8th Son?

Mr. I’ll just stay in my lane. Respect.

Realistically, I think he’ll be my first/second favorite eye candy, depending on how these characters personalities/canons end up being explored.

I’m sorry I have a thing for men with long hair!

Cool earrings too lol

Seems neutral to who’s in charge.

Wakui, seriously, I CAN TAKE HIM—!!!

BENKEI???? - maybe 5th Son?

Has lion-like eyes and sharp canines….big nose

My size kink is acting up—no, please nO—!

Okay but seriously. I’m not sure what to expect from him yet.

He seems honest, but I can see him getting power hungry:(

Handsome Lady - Maybe 3rd Daughter?

Cooler older sister vibes.

Awoogawooga

Please be a lesbian or at least bisexual—

Seems logical and cool. Probably doesn’t coddle innocence.

Mr.BigNose - Maybe 4th son?

Uh-uh. No thanks. Not bc of his appearance, but bc his character is depicted as insufferable so far.

Probably sexist.

Probably too coward to admit it, but if things with the family bond start turning south, he’s the first one OUT.

Hehe I may have left this screenshot wide to show off the One Panel that shows Mr. Unnamed Hottie *twirls hair*

I mean seriously look at him I’m going to scream without the s

Story Direction and Expectations

I trust Wakui. The way he explores his stories is through character bonds and personal ideals.

This is one of the reasons why I grew so fond of Tokyo Revengers.

Plus… it’s Found-Family Gang activity. It’s my soft spot ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I would say Yakuza but I want to be respectful in how I throw that word around, so I’ll avoid it for now if I can.

The supernatural powers that get involved will surely lead to a type of succession war between the siblings.

“What it means to be strong” will probably be the fundamental lesson of the story.

I am so excited to see how Negai no Astro will progress!

Please support Ken Wakui however you can by reading Chapter 1 onwards!♡

[nervouswhizkid]

i. am so mad. i'm mad at season 4 and at every one of you that interacted with my last post abt vld season 3. i know u were all sitting there giggling at me as i walked into s4 knowing full well it was going to destroy me. no WARNING??? i don't even want to sit down and write about it, i'm gonna start crying all over again

i hate that keith left the team. i have to actually practice breathing techniques right now because it's making me so mad omg. i know i said last time that voltron without lance was unthinkable, but i didn't mean that keith should leave. THAT IS NOT WHAT I WANTED!!!! that also means that there was less keith (and klance) content this season, which i take personally. they did that to hurt me specifically. and on top of that, the team was being so mean about keith's wavering priorities. i feel like when anything goes wrong, with lance and keith specifically, everyone is so mean to them??? god forbid they make a mistake or have personal struggles, DAMN

i feel like this screencap says it all.

guys how about let's talk to each other instead of being passive aggressive and icing people out (i do want to point out though that lance seems more sad/disappointed here than anything. my little klance heart is breaking 😭) AND THIS SCENE??

the moment i realized keith was about to walk in my stomach dropped. they all look so angry and here comes Mister Puppy Eyes McGee. i actually can't take it that's my son everyone leave him alone!!! 🤺🤺🤺🤺 i know they had a big group hug after but that's not good enough for me, they should have tied keith up or handcuffed him to the ship, or something. WHY ARE WE LETTING HIM GO WITH THE BLADE OHMYGODDDD

look at this, like??

the camera setup is what gets me. you have keith smiling with all of his friends in the background and then it swaps to a dark, yawning hallway with the most heartbreaking frown on his face. that doesn't look like someone sure of their decisions to me. this boy is in pain!! i'm also just confused about shiro being able to pilot the black lion. maybe confused isn't the right word, but i'm not sure how to describe it. i'm not convinced?? black already denied him, so why now? i kinda feel like it would've been better had he not tried to reconnect with her at the end of last season, because there was no suspense for me this time. the moment he decided to go try again i was like "oh it's gonna work this time isn't it" i get that it's likely black could sense keith's internal struggles and feel him pulling away and maybe that's why she gave shiro a second chance, but shiro becoming the black paladin again gave keith the excuse to leave, because why do they need him now? they have a black paladin, and it's not him. but to me, it should have been. he went through all of that growth last season, and for what?? just to abandon them when things get rocky?? ugh, i hate this!!

i can't even talk about episode 2 without crying, so just know that i'm sitting here with tears streaming down my face as i write this. i was really excited to finally get some closure on the whole pidge-missing-family mystery, considering that's been a subplot since the beginning of the show. as much as this episode broke my heart, i really did love it. they executed it so well. the scene where pidge lands on that planet with the graves? and they're running and pleading for it to not be true, all the flashbacks of cherished memories and images of matt? dropping to her knees in front of his grave in disbelief??

now that's fucking cinema. you best believe i was bawling my eyes out the whole time. i have a little sister and our relationship is very similar to pidge and matt's, so this was just excruciating. i'm very glad he wasn't actually dead, but part of me almost wishes he was? that sounds SO dark, i hope you guys get what i mean. they just put the audience through the absolute wringer and then they're like "oh, actually he's still alive LOL gotcha!" and that makes me really happy for pidge, but man, what a plot twist that would have been. they've been searching for their brother all this time, so you expect some kind of payoff for dedicating so much time to that storyline, but what if he was just dead?? and there was nothing she could do?? wow this is painful to talk about why did i start watching this show if there's a fic where someone explores that possibility then pls share, for some reason i want to torture myself again, i just love how they did this episode. it's very trope-y, but sometimes you just have to lean into it and enjoy, and this was one of those times

the classic fighting-each-other-unknowingly and middle-of-the-fight-identity-reveal? i'll eat it up every time!!

real talk though why is matt so attractive 😏

soo, zarkon is back. fantastic. do he and haggar just not care about each other?? they haven't mentioned the fact that they're married at all and haggar basically still acts like his loyal follower. i'd entertain the thought that maybe it's been so long that it just doesn't really matter to them anymore, but haggar sounded like she actually cared when she realized they were husband and wife last season. but now it's like nothing happened?? i don't expect them to act all lovey-dovey, but there wasn't even a single line of acknowledgment. and i still cannot understand what lotor's plans are. what is his agenda? he wasn’t bothered at all by zarkon reclaiming the throne, and even went to the trouble to make them think he cared. he got that comet and made a couple of ships, but i still don't know what he plans to do with them. also– i can't believe he killed narti!! i know, i was literally just talking about how she specifically frustrated me, but i was so not expecting their death. i get why he did it, but now the rest of his group doesn't trust him.

i'd say that the one bright spot in this season was episode four. that episode was just so silly and gave me so much secondhand-embarrassment i actually had to look away at times LMAO is this where we got the whole Loverboy Lance and Lone Wolf Keith thing from?? i thought that was purely fandom-made, i was not expecting to hear that in an actual episode. talk about whiplash. and we got this ICONIC scene:

he did that wayyy too naturally. lance, buddy, got anything to share?

i really would have loved to see keith with the team during that episode. i can just imagine how he would've reacted to having to do all of that stuff. god, that would've been hysterical!! the images of the parasite in coran's brain made me gag though, was that really necessary🧍‍♀️

i don't have a ton to say about the final episodes. i mean, it was two episodes of them fighting on naxzela. it was definitely a bit of an avengers endgame feeling with all people they helped in previous seasons showing up to fight, so that was cool! i'm curious as to what purpose naxzela served to the galra empire though. were they always planning to use it as a bomb? and couldn't they still do that technically? they only broke the witches connection with it, so all they'd have to do is get another ship out there and she could do it again. what do you even do with a planet like that?? just destroy it?? i also just want to point out that lance said they should get out of there immediately, and nobody listened!! and then five seconds later they were like "oh no, we need to get out of here!" justice for lance i stg ohmygod and LOTOR is on their side now?!?!?! i actually can't wait to see how this plays out!! total transparency, i love atla and i could absolutely see this being a zuko redemption arc situation. it's clear his parents don't like him at all (are they actually heartless or something??) so why not join the other side!! I'M HERE FOR IT

i have to be honest, this definitely wasn't my favorite season. we're getting into the later seasons and i've heard plenty about how the writing goes a little left-field (though i'm not sure when that happens. most people seem to agree season 8 is shit, but i've heard complaints about s6-7 as well) so we'll just have to see! i'm sticking it out as best i can🚶‍♀️‍➡️ onto season 5!

[adoremexxs]

Hello!

You can have a story or a headcanon (From your AU, she is great)

Urogi × Extremely calm reader.

Don't know how to explain, they're like, like the sun and the moon. Underwater and cheerful Urogi and a calm, perhaps slow and sleepy reader.

thank you in advance! your blog is one of my favorites <3

AW, this means so much to me! So sweet!

also i’m sorry guys for not posting multiple times a day, my brain is fried and i’m extremely busy ☠️

Urogi with a calm S/O

warnings: none

met him through Aizetsu

you and aizetsu are besties bc u both are extremely calm people and reserved

so whenever you came over to his house, you didn’t expect to see 4 loud and chaotic brothers

zohakuten was relatively quiet until sekido or urogi and karaku pissed him off

the first one to greet to you was urogi

immediately checking you out and trying to figure out who u were

asked if u were aizetsu’s lover

aizetsu said no so fast, he didn’t want to get harassed

urogi was happy on the other hand

“yay! that means they can be mine!”

sekido hit Urogi so hard for saying that

karaku tried to get into your pants a few times but you were like “no! bye!”

you started to befriend urogi and talk to him more, even starting to hang out

even though he is hyper 99.99999% of the time, you enjoy it

he can drive so he takes you everywhere, listening to “Eyes without a face” by Billy Idol

it’s very spiritual tbh

takes you to the beach

will take your instagram photos for you

he’s been trained

shows you his crystals that him and aizetsu collect

whenever you express that you collect crystals too, Urogi goes crazy and needs to absolutely see them which results in bringing him over

your room radiates your energy, sleepy and calm and Urogi realizes how much you are like Aizetsu!

which makes him even more clingy towards you

his energy can sometimes overwhelm you and when you snap at him, he gets so sad and leaves you alone

you feel bad but he’s happy within like 5 seconds

the day that he asks you out is on the beach, the sun is rising and you are watching it

he looks so nervous, you can clearly tell something is up

when you ask him what’s up with him

he pours all of his feelings out to you, expressing how he has liked you since the first day he met you and how he can’t get enough of you

obviously you accept it bc you aren’t dumb, like why would you reject HIM?! He’s so fine and cute and sweet

you are somehow able to deal with his energy most of the time, sometimes you can get overwhelmed but it’s not terrible

he gets REALLY clingy to you, he has to be touching you 24/7 or he has a freak out

whenever you saw the scar on his waist, you were extremely concerned because Urogi casually just said

“oh it’s from when my dad hit me with a beer bottle.”

he completely brushed it off?! like what?!

Urogi doesn’t mind talking about his childhood, he’s indifferent about it

it’s his way of coping with it, he acts like it wasn’t that serious, it’s just how he grew up

he ended up telling you about how he used to get bullied a bunch

and how he struggles with his self image sometimes, he gets really anxious sometimes and doesn’t eat for days but then he’ll end up eating a bunch later on

now it’s your job to get him back on track!

your calm energy relaxes him a bit

if he’s at your house, he is completely calm and sleeps on you

he’s heavy but you aren’t going to push him off

Urogi posts you a lot

he makes you known to everyone

you are referred to as “Urogi’s S/O”

random people will say hi to you in the hallways

urogi LOVES kissing you

everytime he sees you, he has to kiss you

he’s very passionate about it, he usually ends up out of breath

you almost die half the time, he cuts off half your air supply

Urogi is legit obsessed with you

he wants you to be equally as obsessed with him so he looks up love spells online

it works though

i mean he really didn’t need the love spell but man, you got equally obsessed as him

you are so calm that it terrifies him sometimes

if he did something bad, he’s scared that you’re mad

you’re not

Urogi doesn’t handle calm energy too well whenever he thinks they are angry

Urogi is a D2 overthinker when it comes to his S/O

Sekido is a D1 overthinker y’all

Urogi doesn’t think 90% of the time but the 10% goes to you

stresses over gifts and holidays and dates

it’s okay because you already take care of everything and take care of it for Urogi

everyone says you guys are the golden retriever and black cat duo

so that’s what you dressed up for halloween as

even though Urogi wanted to be a bird

tries to compare you to a bird

compliments 24/7

extremely loyal

he is in love with you and you take a lot of his firsts

[sketchy-noodles]

More SCU!100 Days Headcannons

Yes hi hello, it’s me again I’m back. The Minecraft apocalypse brainrot has dug its claws into me once again and now I must scream.

Link to my first HC/What-if post if you’d like it

ALRIGHT WITHOUT FURTHER ADO…… the ramblings of a madwoman:

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• Inspired by someone who reblogged my last post, not only does Florida Man bake, he also makes edibles and weed brownies

• SCU!Tommy has mistaken Florida Man’s weed brownies for normal brownies multiple times and Charlie has had to deal with a zombified teenager high off his ass on far too many occasions

• After SCU!Condi is zombified, his rats still follow him around. Even though they’d make an easy food source, Condi has never moved to eat them

• SCU!Charlie is immune to the zombie virus. He discovered this pretty early on in his 100 day adventure but never really saw the point in mentioning it to anyone (it doesn’t really offer him any specific advantages like being able to easily move through hoards or anything like that. If the zombies are hungry, they’ll still tear him apart for food. So he still has to be careful)

• SCU!Tommy isn’t really a fan of any of Charlie’s pals (he doesn’t know them well enough and they don’t really seem to see him as a threat), but Wizzly is the only one he’s genuinely afraid of

• Wizzly is constantly spouting cryptic shit. They’re genuinely not sure if he’s roleplaying, having some kind of sudden old man epiphany, or if he’s genuinely just insane and spouting off nonsense. Charlie isn’t even sure who this man is anymore. Is he even a LARPer or is he some kind of wacky dimension hopper instead?!?! The world may never know…….

• Wizzly has absolutely tried getting the others into “roleplaying”/magic. It hasn’t caught on. They don’t really get it. Charlie has shown an interest in potion-making though!!! So that’s exciting!

• Speaking of SCU!Charlie and Wizzly, Charlie has….. mixed feelings about the man. When he looks at him, sometimes Charlie’s mind goes a little fuzzy and images will flash through his mind. Of joy and brotherhood. Of guilt and betrayal. Of different times in another life. But it’s all very fuzzy and he can’t seem to grasp any of the memories for more than a few seconds before they’re gone.

• When Tommy comes to visit Charlie & Co. after being gone for a while, he usually comes alone if he wants to hang out or taunt them. But if he shows up with “friends”, he’s absolutely set on trying to kill everyone again

• Wizzly and SCU!Condi both definitely have some memories from Molympus as well. They both subconsciously recognized Charlie the moment they first met him even though they knew they’d never met the man before

• Ronald spends most of his time out of the base and scouting. But when he does come back, it’s usually with puzzles, games, books (usually about things like sustainability, DIY home projects, gardening), etc.

• Ronald is also the group’s resident mechanic/tech guy!!! He’s better at car and vehicle stuff, but he’s managed to get a few TVs, radios, and generators working!

• Wizzly made it a point to plant poppies all around the base of his tower. They’re very pretty but they makes Charlie a little sad when he sees them for some reason

• Ronald also does a lot of household repairs. Charlie and Co. tend to break things….. a lot.

• SCU!Tommy constantly has butterflies following him around

• Ronald has his own “radio show” where he essentially goes onto a radio channel and babbles about his conspiracy theories to anyone who might happen to be listening. He also does a lot of record-keeping

• Charlie still gets a little paranoid every time he sees an apple or a stray ram/goat during his adventures. Naturally he knows they should be harmless but…….

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ITS BEEN SO LONG BUT I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS OKAY?!?! SO MANY

[agendabymooner]

seb’s best girl: meeting mick in malaysia || sv5 scenario (2)

foster dad!sebastian vettel x daughter!ofc (filo!ofc)

EXTENSION TO CRAZY RICH WIFE AND SHE’S EVERYTHING… AND HE’S JUST MICK

Summary: Sebastian Vettel understood the downfalls of infertility just by being there for his wife. What he didn’t know, however, was that his life would drastically change when their foster daughter, Barbie Blanco, was put into their care. OR, what made Sebastian the best father figure to a teenager who had nobody but herself. 

Scenario summary: Sebastian and Bel had taken their foster daughter to her first race, where she met the friends that she’d have forever. OR, it turns out that being alone in high school can could lead to happiness as Barbie met Mick for the first time in Malaysia— with the boy and his sister Gina getting curious about the Filipino girl.

Content warning: Fluff, mentions of isolation and sadness (Barbie not making friends in school), attentive people, Mick and Gina being siblings and wholesome, brief Tagalog dialogue + translation

Note: I’m planning to run on no sleep all day tomorrow so I’m going to post this before I nap hehehe enjoy some Mick and Barbie! xx

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Sebastian made an effort to stay in the Philippines way before the 2014 season started— and throughout those two months of having Barbie in their care taught him quite a lot about her.

One of those things being the amount of sadness on her face whenever he’d ask her how classes went for her whenever he picked her up from school (he loathed the traffic in the Philippines with a passion). 

She never said it aloud, seeing as she barely spoke English, yet her face — one that told him that she’s indeed his daughter — showed enough for him to understand her struggles. 

Barbie loved people. She was attached to the hips with the sisters in the orphanage and now that she was a part of the Vettel family, Sebastian and Bel assumed that she’d easily get along with them and her peers at the private school.

Oh how wrong they were. The first month of high school told the couple enough that she wasn’t coping well nor adjusting— her peers in school didn’t make her feel less isolated and she was often found alone during the break, her teachers told them. 

Sebastian and Bel hated being so helpless. Sebastian was due to start his season soon, and all he wanted to do was ease Barbie into the life she was introduced to. He wanted her to have many friends and have fun. What else was there for him to do? 

Right. 

A race passed by so quickly and the second round of the season started for the Red Bull driver when Sebastian and Bel flew her to Malaysia with her nanny, Angie. Or rather, Sebastian anticipated his wife’s arrival with Barbie and Angie in the hotel and found himself grinning at the sight of Barbie as the girl’s eyes brightened at the sight of Sebastian.

Barbie waved at him before Sebastian approached the girls and wrapped one arm around Barbie’s shoulder. It was a gesture that Barbie truly appreciated— Sebastian’s hug — and it was something she couldn’t deny herself such a gesture if he offered it. 

Their first day in Malaysia consisted of touring the nearby attractions and buying souvenirs. Bel and Sebastian tried to coax Barbie into buying more than what she asked for— they knew that she was simply being humble and while they appreciated it they wished for her to ask for more. But alas, their attempt didn’t work as well as they had hoped.

Their second day was the very beginning of Sebastian’s race week in Malaysia. Barbie’s VIP pass slung over her neck as she walked side by side with Sebastian and Bel as the Red Bull driver taught her everything there was to the facilities and areas of the track during the race week— including the paddock.

Cameras took photos of the Vettel couple. The sight of the girl, however, was new for the media outlets as they captured some images of the girl as well while she listened attentively to Sebastian. It spooked her off— having her photos taken like she was a public figure and a celebrity— that she decided to hide a little more behind Sebastian and held onto the hem of his shirt as they both made their way around the grid. 

Bel, noticing the behaviour of the girl, looked around and saw the cameras before she nudged Sebastian and gestured to the photographers subtly. 

Sebastian had taken notice of what was happening as he leaned towards Britta— who walked alongside him and his family — and asked, “Can you please tell them not to take some photos, please Britta? It scares Barbie.” 

Britta, his dear manager who’s done everything to keep him on a leash, nodded before walking off to handle the situation. Sebastian eventually led Bel and Barbie back to the Red Bull hospitality— where they found a group of blondes standing and chatting with other Red Bull staff. 

“Oh hey! You guys are here!” Bel exclaimed, making Barbie flinch slightly at the tone of her foster mother’s voice. 

Barbie could only observe their faces and it was safe to assume that they were relatives. The young boy looked about Barbie’s age and he looked… kind? Or cute. Barbie wasn’t sure.

But Sebastian and Bel knew these people so much that they could immediately tell Barbie that she would get along with the boy— that the boy was a kind one. 

The older woman and another girl, one that looked a bit older than Barbie, chatted with Bel and Seb gleefully. Barbie wasn’t sure what it was about seeing as she was approached by the boy immediately. 

“Hi,” he said with a smile, sticking his hand out as he introduced himself. “My name is Mick. I know Sebastian. What’s your name?” 

Barbie’s face flushed, unable to answer the boy while she worried about what to answer. She was still learning English— and so this was very difficult for her.

“I— m—“ Barbie paused, looking at Sebastian and Bel for help. Her nanny was nowhere in sight, as well. She looked back at the boy— Mick, who tilted his head with an expectant look as she answered, “Barbie.” 

“Barbie?” Mick’s blue eyes shrunk for a moment as he squinted and looked down at her Prada bag — one that Seb had bought her recently. “Like your bag— pink Barbie?” 

“Mick,” the older woman chastised, “be nice, okay?” 

“Mom, I’m just asking about her bag! She said her name is Barbie so I asked if that meant her bag— kind of like Barbie pink!” Mick reasoned out before Seb and the older woman looked at each other with a teasing smile.

“Yes Mick, that’s her name,” Bel answered for the girl, offering the boy a smile. “Barbara is actually her name and you’re going to have to bear with her— she doesn’t speak English as much yet.”

“Oh,” Mick uttered. “So how do I speak to her?” 

“She can understand but not speak it, stupid,” the girl snorted, making Mick shoot her a glare before the girl approached Barbie. “Hello! I’m Gina— I’m this idiot’s sister.”

“Hi,” Barbie nodded politely. 

“Hör auf, mich dumm zu nennen, Gina,” stop calling me stupid, Gina. Mick muttered in annoyance, the foreign words making Barbie pause and tilt her head in confusion. 

The adults chuckled before Sebastian reached out to mess with Mick’s hair with a grin. “Ugh, Seb! Don’t do that!” 

“You kids,” Sebastian tutted with a cheeky grin. “You know what? Why don’t you guys take Barbie around the track or paddock?”

Barbie’s eyes widened as she looked at Sebastian with a warning look, leaving the man to shrug, “You’ll like it around here, liebling— I think you’re going to get tired of having adults around all the time so Mick and Gina are here!” 

“Absolutely,” Bel nodded with a smile, “besides, you’ll spend a lot more time with the two of them.”

Barbie shot her parents a puzzled look before Bel explained, “Mga kaibigan namin ‘yong nanay at tatay nila Mick at Gina.” We are friends with Mick and Gina’s parents. “Gets?”

Barbie nodded in agreement before asking, “Hindi ba puwede dito na lang ako?” Can I not just stay here? 

“Puwede pero,” Bel paused, “nagtataka kami kung bakit tahimik ka sa school. Sabi ng teacher mo hindi ka daw nakikipagsocialize sa iba — they don’t want to, right?” You can but we’ve been wondering why you’re quiet at school. Your teacher said that you’re not socializing with others. “This is for your good, Barbie. Mabait yung dalawa and you’ll get along with them well.” The two (Gina and Mick) are nice.

Barbie looked back at the two blond kids with hesitation, but their smiles reached their ears as they spoke to their mother and Sebastian — it was no doubt that they were, indeed, kind.

Meanwhile, out of Barbie’s earshot, Mick asked his mother Corinna and Sebastian something that piqued his curiosity, “What language are they speaking, Mom? Seb?”

“Bel’s first language, duh,” Gina replied. “Taga- Tag-a-log? Is that right, Seb?” 

Sebastian nodded, “Tagalog— Filipino— it’s Bel’s first language.”

“How come she can’t speak English?” Mick asked, referring to the girl. 

“Some people can’t speak it well, Mick,” Corinna replied. “Remember she’s from a different country— like you are.”

“But I can speak English,” Mick pointed out. 

Sebastian laughed at the boy’s comments as he said, “Barbie’s life is a bit more… complicated than ours, Mick. All you need to know is that she’s learning to speak English and if you kids don’t mind— help her out a little bit. Be friends with her.”

“She’s a very good girl,” Sebastian added. “I think you three would make a good chaos in the paddock once you start driving in the grid, Mick.”

“Eh, I don’t cause chaos,” Mick protested.

“Thus, he lied again,” Gina joked before nodding at Sebastian, “okay well, I’m taking her with me for some ice cream. It’s hot in here.” Then she walked off, approaching the Filipino girl to invite her for a walk around the paddock. The pair then left and waved goodbye at Bel and the adults. 

Mick’s eyes widened, his bright pupils widening as well as he rushed after the two and exclaimed, “W- Oi! Wait for me, Gina!” 

The adults looked at each other with knowing smiles, adoring the teenagers and their presence. 

“So,” Corinna Schumacher grinned, “Bel, Seb— tell me how’s it been with Barbie at home so far!” 

The red bean ice cream on her cup was melting, all thanks to the weather in the circuit. That— and Mick’s excited tone as he spoke about the sport. Barbie was too drawn to and curious about anything that the Schumacher siblings were talking about. 

“Dad actually knew Seb since he was a kid! You should ask him about the photos of him and Dad on his races back then,” Mick grinned before saying, “I also race but I’m not in this level of competition… yet.”

“Ah,” Barbie nodded, eating her ice cream while both Gina and Mick devoured their pandan flavoured ice cream. 

“How about you?” Mick asked with a smile. “What do you like to do?”

Barbie hummed quietly and answered the best that she could, “I like to cook.” Her accent wasn’t as thick, but it was different. 

“You’re a chef,” Mick nodded in approval, “I like that. I like food.”

“Ooh! Like that food Angie made before,” Gina piped up with an enthusiastic grin. “Chicken adobo. There’s a lot but that cuisine? Divine.” 

As they chatted amongst themselves, Barbie couldn’t help but smile and nod. She’d sometimes pull up her phone to translate some things to interact with them if she couldn’t speak her thoughts out in her second language. And if Google translate was wrong, Gina and Mick would correct it and help her learn the sentence. 

The way they spoke of her culture was… endearing. It was as if they were trying their best to understand who Barbie was and for the first time, Barbie felt like she belonged for once. Not even her peers in the Philippines were friendly like this. 

She could get used to travelling with Sebastian and meeting with the Schumachers. Hell, she could get used to being best friends with them. 

She wouldn’t mind being best friends with them. 

And it seemed like Mick Schumacher was going to be stuck with her forever. They just didn’t know it yet. 

♡ moony’s reminder 🅶 (general): @hiraethrhapsody @avaleineandafryingpan

[bucketspammer4life]

punch out crying headcanons because i havent posted in a good while

i think ive been shadowbanned. tumblr what did i do to you im just a silly little guy posting about punchy men

Glass Joe - has the ugliest crying face ever, he usually hiccups and has to gasp for air while crying, he doesnt cry for much but when he does he makes sure the entire planet hears it

Von Kaiser - doesnt make much noise, Just some minor sniffling with a barrage of tears coming from his eyes, either cries over a simple mistake or holds a straight face over the most saddening situations, no inbetween

Disco Kid - 90% wailing 10% actual crying, he has to make sure the entire country has to hear it, mostly cries at funerals or sad movies and the occassional post match sadness but not much

King Hippo - gut wrenching screams since he usually cries when angry, usually ending up wrecking something during the process, cries after arguments or losing matches

Piston Hondo - sad sobbing, doesnt make noise much, Just tears, hes also able to hold a straight face during sad situations so if hes crying over something its serious to him

Bear Hugger - unintentional screaming while crying, Just runs the second he feels it coming on, doesnt cry over much but probably loses it when a animal in a movie dies

Great Tiger - pretty crier, not much sound except for some sobbing, cries over sad shows or sad news

Don Flamenco - very dramatic, ugly crier and also cries when angry, usually hitting things in anger, usually able to keep a straight face on a good day, usually cries when hes has a rough day or just feels like shit

Aran Ryan - unintentionally has the funniest cry ever, its literally just a "WAHHH" sound paired with the ugliest crying face ever, thankfully he doesnt cry much or he'd be bullied to hell & back, crying doesnt come to him much other than particularly important stuff to him

Soda Popinski - suprisingly pretty crier + contagious tears, usually wipes his tears while crying since he was raised with the good ol "boys dont cry" rule, doesnt cry for much except for deaths of his loved ones and friends

Bald Bull - extremely loud crier but doesnt cry much, kinda bottles it up for a few years or months and then cries on some random day

Super Macho Man - ugly botox crying face, also funny sounding cry so he cries when alone since he thinks it harms his "tough guy image"

Mr Sandman - straight face with some tears, nothing else, no sounds and he usually hides it well so no one in the wvba has seen him cry and they assume he doesnt cry

[postaldouche]

s2, ep10 I KNOW WHY THE CAGED BIRD KILLS continued! :3 sorry for the abrupt cut off yesterday/the day before! i got sad and decided to just be lazy lol also decided that i'd change the formatting a bit? i realize that there's this weird space between the images and text that just doesn't look all that ""aesthetically pleasing"" to the eyes eeek xc it looks evened-out BEFORE i hit post, which is strange but i won't question it. ANYWAYS! BACK TO THE EPISODE!

SO WE RE-OPEN WITH BROCK IN THE CAR WITH HELPER!!! it's the iconic ""jock rock"" argument-clip thing that EVERYONE has already gone over and spoken about, i personally don't care for it. everyone's already yapped their ears off about it and it'd just be somewhat stupid for me to point out and examine at this point. i've always found it cute that he decided to take helper with him in this episode. Brock's an "i ride solo" guy usually, but it's obvious he's warmed up to the family enough to accept SOME help (and also because Helper probably insisted.. either that or he just wanted company - like a cat that hates being alone lollll). also we don't get an incredible amount of brock content this episode siiigh. but we get him every other episode, so i could never complain (I GUESS).

i wasn't going to add the picture of him diving into the dumpster, because i didn't think it was silly enough but apparently you really get to see his barbie doll legs here so i said 'fuck it whatever' and added it in anyway lel

SO! Brock has a moment where he thinks the boys were really hurt/killed and ditched in a dumpster (because that's where the tracking - thingy lead him to). he's VERY relieved to see that he was, in fact, wrong and that it was just their wrist devices instead. he loves those boys to death ee >~<

he's too cute </3 my big blonde handsome pookie </33

AND THEN WE DISCOVER THAT MYRA'S BACK! and we get a silly brock face as a close up ^~^

he kind of looks like a frog here..

also the wrist devices were attached to a bomb! because myra is fucking insane!

he also survived the explosion??? which is weird all on it's own. again, rusty has a thing for blondes that are MENTAL. how she knew when to send the message(s)/detonate the bomb is beyond me. she's one freaky bitch, what can she say? i love her very much. BUT WHATEVERS! CUT TO THE BOYS! who are tied up inside of some dingy motel that myra brought them to.

my little chimpy boy.. his ears are always so fucking massive! four of them could easily make up the size of his entire head. he gets them from rusty, i suppose.

i really like this scene. easily second fav scene of ALL TIME. i imagine fri really liked this scene too. Hank is such a twat here.. just woke up and decided for ZERO reason to wake up Deans and annoy him. no initial panic, or questions, or stress. just a-- "eugh well isn't this new and different. (-︵-)" and that's IT. he's a terrible little boy. sometimes i feel like the fandom mistakes him for a golden retriever sweetie pants. HE IS a golden retriever. just an annoying one egehjehgehgghe that his unfortunate brother has to deal with blegggh

"i smell peepee" "well what're you looking at ME for??" (said immediately with a defensive tone and up-pitch in his voice bc he knows he's being accused of something)

"deeean.. did you get peepee scared again?"

(said in a way that's meant to provoke annoyance in dean because HE'S a little shit and loves to torment his brother)

"NO shut UP. (-`_´-)"

BEST GIRL MYRA ARRIVES AND IMMEDIATELY GETS ALL HANDS-ON WITH HANK!!! honestly the scenes with myra in this episode are some of my favorites in the whole show. i know they're played for laughs and gags but there's something about how totally fucked she is that i find compelling. i love her a lot. she's weird.

also kind of like how it's a thing for people to grab hank's face/cheeks and squish like nothing.

makes me really icked-out to see them (the boys, but also myra kind of) in this situation. feels eghghhghgghhh and weird. like a scenario that i PERSONALLY would love to be in, but under no circumstance would i want the boys involved in.

like stay away from my kids, yo >~< i love this freak show of a fucking woman. she's everything to me and her suits cool. she's also really sally-esque to me (i've mentioned this before but i feel the need to say it again. no one has ever spoken about it before i think). GONNA FINISH BATH THEN POST MORE!!! we have some henchmen stuff i like coming up so yaay! >3<

[shinyzango]

Greetings!

Hope you have a wonderful day. Need to admit, for a long time my thoughts have been occupied by some questions, if you don’t mind:

How do Hans and Clara feel about their own bodies? For Hans I mean the human form, for the Nutcracker everything is clear thanks to your comics.

And I don't even mean this in a sexual context.

But when they are alone with themselves, when they take off their clothes to change for bedtime, how do they see themselves? Do they think things like, “Well, I guess I'm pretty good-looking, I'm comfortable with the way I look,” or “I'm self-conscious about my body for one reason or another, I don't think I'm attractive.”

Or maybe those are thoughts like “Yes, I’m not completely perfect, there is something about me that doesn’t suit me (scars, moles, etc.), but I think that I look quite beautiful to others.” Not in the narcissism or self-praise way, but calm recognition and acceptance.

And the following question is: once they have already discovered their feelings for each other, do those thoughts change? Does each tremblingly assume that the other will want to share physical warmth with him/her, or is he/she sad, not finding himself/herself good enough for the beloved to look at?

(I apologize in advance if these are too sensitive questions. Frankly, I’ve been thinking hard for some time now about drawing a short comic about such mental tossing, SFW, of course. But I’m very afraid of making a mistake with the character analysis.)

Oh no problem at all! These are particular questions that you don't get to think of often for characters (me at least) but I'll see what I can cook up.

For the first question... hm, I would say Clara is quite comfortable with her own appearance, which she is also thankful for since she's the daughter of a highly stimated family so she doesn't have to go too out of her way to be a pretty presence in meetings and the such, but she does tend to feel a little "too simple" when she's near other girls and women who look a lot more regal and beautiful than her. Nothing bad mind you, it's just a thought that crosses her mind. As for Hans... in pre-curse he's incredibly nervous about his own appearance. He does look fine, but since he's been raised in the Royal Castle, he has always thought of himself as unworthy, a simpleton. Always surrounded by royalty and highly stimated people made him feel out of place with his appearance, if that makes sense. In post-curse he has scars on his body, and at first he thought they ruined his image even more, other than reminding him of the terrifying Mouse King he had to fight. And still felt out of place in Clara's world, fearing people could tell he's not from their world and questioning him about it. Eventually these opinions get better as time goes on thanks to Clara's company and support and spending time with people who he feels closer to his own status.

As for the second question, well Clara doesn't really have thought about that, but Hans would definitely feel not worthy of her attention, especially when he's a nutcracker (for obvious reasons) and fears that Clara will be disappointed when she will see what he actually looks like.

I hope these answers satisfy your curiosity! I don't get to think about this kind of topics so they may sound off or incomplete, apologies ksjdng

[foxes-that-run]

Holy Ground

Taylor has described Holy Ground as reminiscing on a past relationship, which the final is. The draft lyrics in the Lover Journal do not refer to it as a past relationship however, that was added later. The album arrangement of Holy Ground is upbeat, fast tempo, with State of Grace it was part of the anthemic opening of the Red Tour. In the 2019 BBC Live Lounge which was recorded in NY Taylor played it slow and sad:

Red Secret Message "When you came to the show in SD"

The Secret Message for Holy Ground is "When you came to the show in SD." Which may be Saint-Denis, the district and canal in Paris very close to Le Zenith which Taylor played on 17 March 2011.

They had the opportunity to meet when One Direction and Taylor were both in LA in 25-30 January 2011. This may be the referred to "first glance". Begin again shows them texting each other. From then until the 16 March they toured different countries.

One Direction had a 3 day weekend 16 - 19 March. Harry left Brighton the morning of 17 March. Taylor was in Paris on the 16, 17 and 18 March. Taylor then went to Madrid and Harry re-appeared at the O2 on 19 March. Thank you @cntfightmydemonsthyknowhowtoswim for these links.

This was the first show on the Speak Now Tour that Taylor played Fearless and Train's "Soul Sister" in a mash up, which appeared on/off for the rest of the tour. Soul Sister was Harry's X-Factor audition song.

They were then both in London and on Wednesday 23 March Taylor wore a white dress similar to the cover of Begin Again. Taylor was in London many times for the rest of the year

What about San Diego?

People have theorised that SD is her show in San Diego on 20 October 2011, suggestion Joe Jonas attended, however he was in Paris on that date. One Direction did have time off then though.

Why Paris? Paris features in the music videos for Begin Again, Everything has Changed, Falling, Paris Lyric video and the Love on Tour Images for What Makes you Beautiful.

What Taylor said about the song

In the Red album talk Taylor said she wrote the song about a past relationship and appreciated the relationship for what it was. Of note, she pauses *a lot*, like 6 times in 10 seconds, and pinches her hands, in the part where she says it was a past relationship.

Taylor said she wrote Holy Ground after seeing the muse in February 2012. In January, she had been 'holidaying' in London (having spent months there the year before) being papped walking alone. She left London the same day as One Direction, 27 January, ahead of Harry's 18th birthday 1 February 2012. See 2011 timeline. More thanks to @cntfightmydemonsthyknowhowtoswim

She speaks with no pauses once she talks about the production. She mentioned Jeff Bhasker, who worked on the song and went on to be one of Harry's main collaborators.

On 3 February, the day after Harry's 22 Tweet Taylor Liked a Tumblr post of Holy Ground Lyrics also.

Lover Journal

Taylor also shared a Lover Journal (book 3) entry for March 16 2011, where in Paris, she said "My life is so beautiful right now. Every once in a while I have to remind myself to breathe and take in the view", later a Lyric in Paris and something Harry said on the Jonathan Ross show 16 November 2013.

The original lyrics to Holy Ground are on the next page (dated "February 2012", and not yet complete) with Love Story on the adjacent page. These February 2012 Lyrics are quite different, "Back when" and the last verses with "dust on every page" are missing, it is reminiscing, but not after a break up. It is likely the song was further developed when recorded mid-year and their relationship changed.

Live Performances

Holy Ground was on the Red Tour setlist and then only played a handful of times:

30 June 2015 - 1989 Surprise Song in Dublin, followed a Clean speech:

Everyone here tonight has [...] things that haunt them. [...]. Memories you wish you didn’t have. Memories you wish you could forget. [...] whether you lost someone you never thought you’d lose or you lost yourself. Or you fell in love with a person or a habit that was bad for you, and you couldn’t quit. [...].

22 October 2016 - her only live show of 15 songs that year, played between Style and an Enchanted/Wildest Dreams mashup. Harry and Taylor had been in New York.

22 May 2018 - Reputation Surprise Song in Seattle, first show after their anniversary.

29 August 2019 - BBC Live Lounge recorded in NY (above) one of 6 songs. Harry was in London, on the 19th he lost the Rose Ring.

27 May 2023 - Eras Surprise Song, NJ, in a green dress with False God. "I feel pretty good about this song for tonight, it's called Holy Ground". It also replaced EHC in the recorded Red intro when the Joe Break up was announced in April 2023.

Lyrics

I was reminiscing just the other day While having coffee all alone, and Lord, it took me away Back to a first glance feeling on New York time Back when you fit my poems like a perfect rhyme

The first verse includes drinking coffee alone, coffee being a theme. Here Taylor drinks coffee alone, similar to Is it over now? “let's fast forward to 300 takeout coffees later" it is post-break up. This is in the original lyrics, but separated by distance.

The second half remembers a brief meeting and includes that Taylor and her muse travel a lot and share a love of poetry and rhyme.

The original lyrics differ here, importantly "back when" is missing, the relationship was still current and Taylor felt completed by the person. It was "Back to the first glance feeling on new time, you were the last word filling out the end of the rhyme"

Took off faster than a green light, go Yeah, you skip the conversation when you already know I left a note on the door with a joke we'd made And that was the first day

This second verse hits themes in Haylor songs of how quickly they fit:

Lover "Have I known you for 20 seconds or 20 Years"

Labyrinth "Never trust it if it rises fast / It can't last"

Message In A Bottle: But time moves faster, replaying your laughter, disaster

You Are In Love: Time moved too fast, you play it back

Coney Island: The fast times, the bright lights, the merry go

Also skipping conversation is a theme of not communicating

The note on the door is visualised as a piece of paper on a hotel door in the lyric video. It reminds me of The Very First Night's "Didn't read the note on the Polaroid picture". This lyric also reminds me of Begin Again "I think it's strange that you think I'm funny, 'cause He never did"

And darling, it was good Never looking down And right there where we stood Was holy ground

The Chorus is the end of the February 2012 lyrics. "Holy" ground has always confused me, but I think the clue is in the secret message, it was "Saint" Denis.

Down is in a lot of songs, this is just some:

Come Back... Be Here "And now that I can put this down"

IKYWT "'Til you put me down, oh"

Style "And when we go crashing down, we come back every time"

IWYW "We're a crooked love in a straight line down"

Wonderland "Took a wrong turn and we / Fell down a rabbit hole."

Spinning like a girl in a brand new dress We had this big wide city all to ourselves We blocked the noise with the sound of 'I need you' And for the first time I had something to lose

tee hee Dress: "Only bought this dress so you could take it off"

Question…?: Good girl, sad boy, big city, wrong choices

Need is in:

Come Back… Be Here: I guess you’re in New York today, I don’t wanna need you this way

This Love: When you’re young you just run but you come back to what you need

New Romantics: We need love, but all we want is danger

End Game: I’m one call away whenever you need me

Don’t Blame Me: Shaking, pacing, I just need you

Need "Oh, It's a need, it's a need I would go anywhere that you lead"

And I guess we fell apart in the usual way And the story's got dust on every page But sometimes I wonder how you think about it now And I see your face in every crowd

This verse is clear the relationship has ended, but was added after February 2012. Fell apart is also in:

The Very First Night: Back then we didn’t know we were built to fall apart

Out Of The Woods: "We were built to fall apart, then fall back together"

Taylor has also made the story/page reference is a theme in many songs

New Year’s Day: "Don’t read the last page, but I stay"

Death By A Thousand Cuts: "But if the story’s over, why am I still writing pages?"

Paris: "Privacy sign on the door and on my page and on the whole world"

Tonight I'm gonna dance For all that we've been through But I don't wanna dance If I'm not dancing with you

There is a lot of dancing in Haylor songs:

22: Everything will be all right if we just keep dancing like we’re 22

The Very First Night: Danced in the kitchen, chased me down through the hallway

Out Of The Woods: To move the furniture so we could dance, baby, like we stood a chance

You Are In Love: You two are dancing in a snow globe 'round and 'round

Dancing With Our Hands Tied: If I could dance with you again

Cardigan: I knew you, dancing in your Levi’s, drunk under a streetlight

Cowboy Like Me: And you asked me to dance, but I said, “Dancing is a dangerous game”

Maroon: And I chose you, the one I was dancing with in New York, no shoes

Glitch: I thought we had no chance and that’s romance, let’s dance

and bonus Dancing, after this she learned to Dance alone:

Shake It Off: I’m dancing on my own, I make the moves up as I go

New Romantics: We are too busy dancing to get knocked off our feet