#we begin in the dark and birth is the death of us??

[daredevil-vagabond]

"We begin in the dark and birth is the death of us" [...] "Blessed be they whose lives do not taste of evil" - Antigonick, Anne Carson

[khwabon-ka-seher]

In the heart of Indian culture, blooms a flower that holds beauty so graceful, so enchanting, so pure that it leaves one in awe and has deep spiritual, philosophical, and national significance — lotus. Rising from the murky waters to blossom unblemished, lotus teaches us that it is possible to rise above the dirt and darkness of life, and bloom in our own unique light.

This natural phenomenon has made lotus a symbol of purity, detachment, and resilience across Indian religions and philosophies.

The lotus is a metaphor for life, growth and transcendence.

The blooming of lotus🪷

Lotus typically blooms in the summer season from late May to august. In warm temperatures the lotus bud usually blooms in 2-3 days after it comes out of the water and each flower lasts about 4-5 days.

Each morning, the lotus reawakens, fresh, untouched by the muddy waters below. Its petals stretch wide as greeting the sun, and by evening, they close again in stillness, waiting for another dawn. It speaks of resilience, of rising daily despite adversity, and of the promise that no matter how murky the world may be, beauty can still emerge quietly, steadily, and without apology.

The roots of the lotus are deeply beneath the mud in the water. From that unseen darkness, the stem grows and tries to reach the light. This journey often creates the illusion of easy and soft journeys, of a delicate and floating flower. But beneath lies a complex network of roots and stems anchoring and sustaining the bloom. It reflects the journey of the human soul, though we are often grounded in worldly struggles (the mud), with effort, discipline, and grace, we can rise toward light and truth.

Cultural and spiritual significance 🪷

In Hinduism, Lotus represents the concept of primordial birth from the cosmic waters of creation. Lord Brahma, the god of creation, emerging from the navel of Lord Vishnu sitting on the lotus symbolically represents that life begins in water. Numerous gods and goddesses in the Hindu pantheon are depicted as sitting on the lotus or carrying it. Goddess Saraswati, the Hindu Goddess of learning, is shown sitting on a lotus. Lotus flower is a symbol of eternity, plenty and good fortune and Goddess Lakshmi, the Hindu goddess of wealth are depicted with lotuses, reinforcing the idea that the divine arises from the ordinary, just as a lotus blooms from mud.

The lotus is also connected to the chakras, particularly the Sahasrara (crown chakra), which is represented by a thousand-petaled lotus and signifies supreme consciousness and enlightenment.

Lotus flower is frequently mentioned in the ancient Sanskrit Hindu scriptures, as padma (pink lotus), kamala (red lotus), pundarika (white lotus) and utpala (blue lotus). The earliest reference can be found in the Rg Veda.

The ultimate aim of each human being is to be the lotus flower – perform the Dharma without being attached to the world.

❛❛One who performs his duty without attachment, surrendering the results unto the Supreme Lord, is unaffected by sinful action, as the lotus leaf is untouched by water.❜❜

— Bhagavad Gita 5.10:

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In budhism, The lotus is closely associated with the Buddha, who is often depicted seated on a lotus throne or with lotus flowers at his feet. This association further emphasizes the flower's connection to enlightenment and the Buddha's teachings.

In Buddhist art and scripture, the lotus is a metaphor for spiritual awakening :-

The muddy roots represent samsara the cycle of birth, death, and rebirth, where suffering arises from attachment and ignorance.

[Samsara- the cycle of death and rebirth to which life in the material world is bound.]

The stem rising upward symbolizes the noble eightfold path, the journey of spiritual discipline, morality, and mindfulness.

The blossom above the water signifies nirvana, the state of ultimate liberation and peace.

Different-colored lotuses have different meanings. The white lotus represents mental purity and spiritual perfection. The red lotus is the symbol of love and compassion. The blue lotus represents wisdom and intelligence and is always pictured partially opened. A gold lotus represents the achievement of complete enlightenment.

❛❛As a lotus flower is born in water, grows in water and rises out of water to stand above it unsoiled, so I, born in the world, raised in the world, having overcome the world, live unsoiled by the world.❜❜

— The Buddha

The lotus posture, a way of meditation🪷

In meditation practice, the padmasana or lotus posture is more than a sitting position. It symbolizes stillness amidst chaos, just like the lotus remains calm above the swirling water.

The posture brings both balance and strength, creating a stable base for the mind to settle and awaken just as the flower needs strong roots to bloom.

National significance🪷

In 2017, to one of Right to Information queries, it was responded that Botanic Survey of India has not named any flower to be the National Flower of India but Indian Government website mentions Lotus as the National Flower of India. The reason of Lotus to be the National Flower can be:

National Emblem of India which was adopted on 26th January 1950 stands on full-bloomed inverted Lotus flower showing the importance of the flower. Chosen as India’s national flower, the lotus reflects the very essence of Indian identity—resilient, timeless, and deeply spiritual. It flourishes in adversity, thrives in silence, and rises in beauty. Much like India herself.

🪷Final thought, the lotus within us🪷

Every time a lotus blooms and it offers a silent teaching

No matter how muddy your past is, no matter how dark your surroundings are, you always have the power to rise, to bloom, and to become free. The mud is not the enemy. It is necessary. Without it, the lotus could not grow. In the same way, our challenges, pain, and struggles are the soil from which compassion, wisdom, and awakening arise.

To see a lotus in bloom is to witness a miracle, a symbol of everything hidden beneath the surface that gives rise to something sacred above. In Indian culture, the lotus teaches us that while the world may see our outer bloom, our real strength lies in the roots we cultivate within.

So let us root deeply, rise mindfully, and bloom gloriously—just like the lotus.

[nebulaafterdark]

Dragonseeds (Pt. 1)

Aegon Targaryen ii x Velaryon(Cole)!Reader

Summary: If any man can claim a dragon, what good is the blood of Old Valyria?

18+ ONLY MDNI

Y/N Velaryon has loved Aegon since she was small; fascinated by the Prince, three years her senior. Like a shadow, from corridor to corridor, and one day, like a switch, they flip.

Aegon begins seeking her out, searching the castle high and low for his betrothed. Training fiercely by the sword, with the understanding that only a knight could properly defend her. A sworn sword will only go so far, they could not love her the way he does.

“I love you too much, you have ruined me.”

He often tells her, to which the princess smiles.

“As dearly as I love you.”

When they are forced to wed immediately after the incident at Driftmark, neither the prince nor princess are eager to produce heirs.

They fight often, loud, passionate disagreements. He raises his hand to her once, in a fit of rage. Using every bit of self restraint to cup her cheek instead, a bit too forcefully. With blunt nails digging into her delicate skin as she watches him with wide eyes. “I meant to strike you.” That is what one does when the person they love refuses to listen, is it not?

“You did not.”

“I wanted to,” he admits. “I could not.”

The princess offers a sad smile, turning her face into his palm. “That is what matters.”

They do not lie together for some four years, until the growing protests become too loud to ignore.

“The smallfolk believe that a strong line of succession is the work of a strong marriage. My claim is already in question, we will need a strong line.” Y/N whispers against his lips.

Aegon loves his wife, but detests the notion that she is to be bred like cattle to uphold their duty to the crown. He hates being a prince, he hates being a Targaryen.

That is why he so loves Y/N’s hair, each dark, rebellious wave. How it screams ‘I do not belong to you.’

He hacks off his silver tresses at the first sob of his wife on the birthing bed. Never allowing it to grow past his chin again.

The future Queen and King consort are blessed with twin daughters, followed by three sweet sons, the youngest two inherit their mother’s dark locks. Pleasing Aegon to no end.

“I want a daughter who favors you.” Aegon admits.

“Then we must try again.” Y/N grins.

Aegon fists a hand in her dark locks as they make love, as though it will grant his wish.

They are expecting a sixth child before King Viserys’ death. Before Aegon takes the throne to guard it. Before Y/N crowns him, in the dragon pit, at Ser Criston’s order.

“Listen to me now, these next days are critical. Decide now whether you wish to live or die, if you want your children to live.”

“My children are in danger?” Y/N whispers.

“Your children have been in danger.” Ser Criston sneers.

“Why are you helping me?”

“You know why.” Cole grits out. Blood of my blood.

“Surely it would be easier for you if I were gone.”

“I do not wish you dead.” The man tells her. “Crown Aegon, the people must see you to do it. Surrender it peacefully and they will fall in line.”

“And my mother?”

Cole squares his shoulders, “we save who we can save.”

————————————————————————

Only two days later tragedy strikes, pressing on the delicate ties that hold the greens together. Severing them with the news of Vhagar’s betrayal.

“I did not mean to kill Lucerys.” Aemond admits, in the presence of his mother, grandsire and brother alone.

“What did you mean to do?” Aegon slams his fist against the table.

“Have a bit of fun.”

“Fun?” Aegon scoffs, “is it entertaining to you that I must now break this news to my wife in her condition?”

“Aegon,” Alicent sighs, “mayhaps you might wait until-”

“I will not lie to her, mother.” Aegon says, “better she hear it from me.”

“The grand maester should ready a draft, something to calm her.” Otto suggests.

“No.” Aegon shakes his head.

“Think of the babe.”

“I do think of the babe!” Aegon shouts, “I think of the babe and I think of my wife. My poor, sweet, wife who is never considered by another soul, save for me.”

Alicent swallows hard.

“This world can be cruel.” Otto admits, “you must keep your wits about you, your grace.”

Aegon scoffs, storming out of the room to find his wife, standing but a foot from the doorway. “How much did you hear?”

“Very little, I was headed to look in on the children. I heard you shouting.” She admits, “it stopped me.”

“Come, my heart.” Aegon murmurs, wrapping her in his arms. “There is something I must tell you.”

Y/N nods, against his chest. It must be something awful, she can feel it in her bones.

“I need you to do your best to keep calm. Our child needs you calm, yes?”

Again she nods.

“There’s been a terrible accident,” he begins swaying her. “Lucerys and Aemond had a run in at Storm’s End.”

“No,” she clutches him a bit tighter.

“Vhagar…is accustomed to war. I do not-“ he breaks off. “Aemond insists it was an accident.”

“My brother is dead?”

“I am so terribly sorry.” Aegon murmurs, pressing his cheek to hers, in a desperate attempt to absorb even an ounce of her pain. “I am so sorry.”

“I cannot breathe.” The thought of sweet Lucerys dying frightened and alone is inconceivable.

“You must.”

“I should have been there, to fly for my mother’s claim.”

“You are with child.” He reminds her.

“I am always with child, it makes little difference.” She heaves in a bitter breath.

“You could not have changed it.”

“I might have tried!” She pulls herself away from him. “I need a moment alone.”

“My heart, you should not be alone.”

“Please,” she insists.

Aegon spends the evening drowning himself in cups, choking down the urge to murder his brother.

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Y/N and Aegon make the decision to leave with their children under the cover of nightfall.

Ser Criston catches them of course, he always seems to. Only this time he makes no move to stop them.

“I swore an oath to protect you.” Cole insists. “For too long I have stood idle, allowing Rhaenyra to guide you. To mold you into the heir she so desperately needed.” He looks to Y/N, “I offered her a quiet life on the hillside, selling oranges.”

Y/N blinks at him.

“She wanted no part in that,” Cole smiles. “I suppose Ser Harwin Break Bones was more agreeable.”

Y/N stares back at him with familiar eyes…his eyes. “Are you not ashamed of me?”

“I did not turn away from you because I was ashamed. I have never been ashamed of you. I wished only to make it easier on you, so that you would not bear the shame.” Cole tells her. “Now you decide for yourself…the life you want. Return to your mother on Dragonstone, or fly away across the narrow sea.”

Part 2

Aegon taglist: @narwhal-swimmingintheocean @niyahnotnia

[taegularities]

we can't be friends | jjk (m) | teaser

Summary: Jungkook once planted a garden in your chest that he watered when he smiled and you killed when he left. But flowers withering isn't enough; that doesn't mend the ache. No – you want this entire story to die.

➵ pairing: Jungkook x female reader ➵ rating: 18+ ➵ genre: exes to ?, college!au; angst, fluff, smut; oneshot ➵ warnings: heartache, past breakup, flashbacks, memories, memory erasure (eternal sunshine of the spotless mind vibe), tears, anxiety, angst angst angstttt, fighting but also such tender moments, college sweethearts 🥺, smut (details to be added when the fic drops)… the ending 👁 ➵ est. word count: around 25k; 796 for the teaser ➵ drop date: mid-july! will do my best and announce the specific date asap! ➵ a/n: another angsty taegularities special :D coming next, so stay tuned!! and come talk to me about it if you'd like 👁

The feeling of standing between two realities is odd.

Like a foot planted in life and another in death. You aren’t dead, of course — you’re so painfully conscious of your surroundings and so clearly alive, but if it was your heart detailing its state, it might as well declare itself fallen. 

There is no other way to really perceive this, you think, and as long as you relive the moments leading to what you fear, you will probably not quite feel at ease. It must be the spring sun above. Or the leaves finding their bright colours, the flowers spreading their scent.

Back then, you thought of all this as a new beginning, just what this season is known for — new sensations, a new heartbeat, brand new warmth to your cheeks.

When Jungkook rushed to meet you at the park eventually that you sent him the location of, he looked brighter than he’d ever been before and lovelier than he’d ever be again. Not that he wasn’t happy during the time you blessed him with worldly joys, but…

When you fall in love… the seconds just before you admit it, to yourself and to the other… when the heart, violently pumping, almost cracks your ribcage and threatens to burst…

Then, each of these elements makes the sentiments truly significant and unique. Love gets the blood flowing through the veins, but it’s the falling that truly births exhilaration. There is no memory like the growing adoration before anything even starts.

“And you were worried you were going to be late,” you told him as he came to a halt in front of you, bending down, hands on his knees as he caught his breath. “Take it easy, though—”

“No,” he panted, “I was imagining it like this.”

“Imagining what? Like what?”

“Just… you. What I want to say.”

“What–”

You paused when he licked his lips, squinting when his gaze moved up to yours. You were standing right under the sun, you reckon, blinding him in more ways than you usually did. But you weren’t so immune either.

Not to the rosy cheeks. To the messy, dark hair. To the college jacket wrapped around his hips, or to how he uprighted himself, brushing back the bangs that fell back anyway. To his words.

And certainly not to how close he came to you when he took a step further towards the sun, waking up all the butterflies, cocoons stirring in your stomach. You felt disgustingly giddy when he lifted his hand, putting it on your shoulder, acting as if he was still helping his lungs, calming down.

As if you weren’t aware that he just wanted to be nearer, to touch you, to look at you as he liked to.

It was weird for a moment; not because you found the proximity unwelcoming, but because you weren’t used to this. The two of you were chaotic, jokesters, not ones to indulge in cliché, corny scenes.

You were friends, after all. No matter how he looked at you, and no matter how many times you’d kiss his cheek to wordlessly utter the day’s goodbye.

He had been your friend long before he was anything else. And this might probably haunt you forever. The days you spent dawdling. And the weeks you cried over your laptops, cramming until sunset.

How he was still a little sweaty from running, exam forgotten, fingers leaving your shoulder and not pretending anymore when he moved them to your face. Stared at your lips for a second. Sighed as if he was yearning, dying, done with waiting.

You knew what was to come. You know it now, too, because you remember. You used to love that you did — and now you hate that you still do.

You think of Dr. Choi’s words. They are snatching your heart out of your chest as you stand there, in slow motion, probably cutting you up as you lay there in front of her. It feels like it, at least.

“Can you do it?”

Friends. Lovers. Nothing.

You can’t be any of it anymore. Or can you? Can’t you, can you? It’s as if ripping the petals of a flower, asking it to predict, only something you are barely able to deal with.

Fuck…

Will this ever stop playing in your head? But you don’t want to forget. You should. You don’t want to. Because—

You once decided there would be nobody else ever again. But you’re starting to think that if you don’t let go, there really won’t be.

But you don’t know how to do it. How to give into it.

You remember again. Words from above.

“Can you do it? Just that one moment?… It’s all that’s left.”

He’s all that was ever left.

this is just one of the harmless parts (and just the first draft of this scene), and the rest is just… :')) gosh, i am so excited to share this and all that i have in store for you! it'll be a journey. hope you will like it once it drops!! i have been very unsure about (my) writing lately, but i do feel motivated to write this and a few other stories, so fingers crossed it'll be a good read 🤞

which is also why it'd be absolutely amazing if you hyped this up a lil if you're just as excited :p your words mean a lot and make things happen even faster and give me a little boost to stick around hehehehe, so yeah… come and talk to me <3

also, here's the taglist!

[whitejays-galaxy]

Designing the entire disaster lineage as cats🐱(Reupload)

I accidentally made some design errors, so I had to redo them... To make up for my mistake, there's a small surprise in the end ^^

The disaster lineage:

This is their actual size chart

My favorite trio:

Dooky and Quiggs becuz they deserve more love:

Ref sheets:

Horizonstar/step(Yoda): 

Name Meaning:

"Horizon" carried the meaning of him being the leader of his clan, a beacon of light in the distance, "Step" meant he was always one step ahead of his clanmates, thus using his knowledge and power to help his cats.

Frostshard(Dooku): 

Name Meaning:

I chose "Frost" because of his cold, collected, haughty demeanor, and "Shard", his presence being able to hurt others, like when you touch a broken shard of glass. It also represents his sharpness.

Sagepelt(Qui-Gon-Jinn):

Name Meaning:

"Sage" symbolizes his wisdom of the living Force, spiritual sanctity, vice, and virtue, which some knights thought he was delusional, while others respected his high moral standards.

If you look at a sage plant, the leaves are fuzzy, and they often grow in large swishing bushels, hence the suffix "Pelt"

Hazeldusk(Obi-Wan-Kenobi):

Pls ignore his traumatized face

Anyway

Name Meaning:

I chose "Hazel" because of his pelt color and warm/comforting personality. "Dusk" has a deeper meaning; Hazel trains Skyfire, who turns to the dark side and brings Dawnclan's legacy to an end; therefore, Hazel teaches the one who brought the "Dusk" of Dawnclan's era.

Skyfire(Anakin Skywalker): 

Name Meaning:

I chose "Sky" because of his godlike abilities, for in many countries and religions, the sky was where the gods lived, "Fire" because of him being ferocious yet warm/loving like a small bit of flame in a hearth. It also foreshadows how he would fall, consumed into flames.

Tawnyrain(Ahsoka-Tano):

Name Meaning:

I chose "Tawny" because of her pelt color, and "Rain", symbolizes her abandoning the teachings of Dawnclan when she goes into exile, like the rain washing over dust and grime, the corruption of Dawnclan ways, coated over her innocence and pure heart. 

Long yap incoming...

<Lore>

<Dawnclan/ The Jedi Order>

Dawnclan was created over a thousand years ago by four Force-sensitive cats: Sunspirit(Cala Brin), Tigerblaze(Rajivari), Valorsoul(Garon Jard), and Eclipseshadow(Ters Sendon). 

"True justice cannot be driven by emotion. We knights can set our passions aside, and seek the truth without fear or favor." - Sunspirit

"When Dawnclan's order began, I saw we must be dedicated to peace. To calm our emotions, and end war across the galaxy. If we fought, it should only be in self-defense. That is the founding principle of civilization." - Valorsoul

"So much is fleeting. But I remain. And I remain the cat I was." - Tigerblaze

"I am Eclipseshadow, keeper of the histories. A founder, and chronicler, of Dawnclan." - Eclipseshadow

<About Dawnclan>

-They walk the dreams of their ancestors in Starclan, a clan created by the light side of the Force.

-A Force-Sensitive kit is taken to the temple at a very young age, training in the basic forms of dueling.

-Padawans(apprentices) train for approximately two years with their assigned Master, the names usually ending with a 'Paw'(a universal suffix meaning apprentice or student)

-Knights must at least have trained an apprentice before they can be selected for the Dawnclan Council, a group of the most talented cats.

-A Dawnclan knight is forbidden to take a mate or have kits.

<The Dawnclan Code>

There is no Emotion, there is Peace

There is no Ignorance, there is Knowledge

There is no Passion, there is Serenity

There is no Chaos, there is Harmony

There is no Death, there is the Force

<Darkhaven/ The Sith Order>

It is hard to know the birth of Darkhaven, yet one thing is for sure, evil has lurked since no beginning nor end.

The official name of these dark warriors was created by Hellfire, a soulless she-cat whom many say was the embodiment of evil itself.

The Fate Wars, the first great war in the Galaxy, led to the victory of the knights of Dawnclan, who built their main camp on the ruins of Darkhaven.

After the events of the Fate Wars, two more happened during the history of the Galaxy: 

The first was the Cold War: in which former Darkhavener Corvidheart(Darth Revan) challenged the Emperor Vortexvoid(Emperor Vitalle) to reclaim balance on both sides.

The second was the Grey Wars: Darkhaven leader Stormcutter(Darth Malgus) brought the Dawnclan order to its knees and took over for a long time. This caused a rebellion act against the Darkhaven Empire by normal citizens, and as a result, the Republic was born - an invisible group that consisted of various clans and tribes to discuss peace and to help each other in crisis.

Many years passed after the Grey Wars, and one by one, the warriors of Darkhaven were hunted down by the knights of Dawnclan.

Nightshade(Darth Bane), the last known leader of Darkhaven, and the maker of the Rule of Two, swore revenge. They will always lurk in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike. 

Her apprentice Plagueshadow(Darth Plagueis) continued her work in silence, training the dreaded Lightningstrike(Darth Sidious), who would create the most feared and powerful Darkhavener of all time: Lord Deadsoul(Darth Vader)

<About Darkhaveners>

When a Dawnclan knight falls to the Dark side, their features grow haughty and sharp because of the Dark Forest water.

Only Darkhaveners have orange eyes.

They usually have red crystals on their foreheads but in rare circumstances, purple or black could be seen also.

They communicate with the Dark Forest, an everlasting place of the Dark side of the Force, with murky water and wizened trees.

They have the Rule of Two, only allowing a Master and an Apprentice to live.

<The Darkhaven Code>

Peace is a lie, there is only Passion

Through Passion, I gain Strength

Through Strength, I gain Power

Through Power, I gain Victory

Through Victory, My Chains Are Broken

The Force shall set me Free

About Kyberclaws:

They glow red hot at the tip when unsheathed at battle mode. But they can't use them for long, or the heat would kill them(Yoda/Horizonstar has a record of using them for a full thirty minutes)

They are functioned by the Kyber Crystals on their foreheads and could cut through anything except Beskar Wood( a tree known for its silvery wood and toughness, used by the Mandalorian cats)

A Dawnclan cat develops this ability once they are 6 moons old, as their bodies mature enough to withstand the claw tip's deadly heat.

About crystals on foreheads:

The Crystals are the main source of the Kyberclaw's power, and when forcefully taken, it would cripple the owner for eternity(like a bird without wings)

When a Dawnclan cat dies, the Crystals turn a dead-looking grey, devoid of all power.

About Droids in the Au:

They are animals that are neither living nor dead(such as rats, foxes, shrews, badgers...etc)

Their commander controls them with the Smoke Crystals(used like comlinks)

About Starships in the Au: 

They are huge birds of prey tamed by the cats.

Alright... the surprise... I'm actually astonished you scrolled all the way down here.

Cuddle Pile!!!

This is one of my oldest Aus that I'm working on; it's a mix of my two favorite fandoms: StarWars and Warriors(cats)

Anyway, hope you guys enjoy this👍

See more of my Cat Au designs here :3

The Disaster lineage (Yoda, Dooku, Qui, Obi, Anakin, Ahsoka + lore)

Prequel villains (Sidious, Dooku, Maul, Vader + Lore)

Kit-Fisto

Plo-Koon and Ahsoka

Sifo Dyas and Dooku

Disaster trio(Obi, Ani, Soka) doodles

Smol comics(ft. Qui, Rael, Sifo, Dooku): pt 1

Aayla Secura and Quinlan Voss

Luke and Leia

DO NOT COPY ANY OF MY CAT DESIGNS

This is a PERSONAL AU and they mean so much to me

[xetlynn]

Twilight Imagines- Benjamin

First Sight

[Masterlist]

Requested by: @twilightlover2007

Summary: in where the Cullens are getting multiple covens together to help them convince the Volturi that Renesmee is not a danger Benjamin spots [Name] and is immediately enamored by her. Even with her two year old daughter. Also finding out they have similar abilities.

I sit in the living room with Bella and Edward as we watch Renesmee play with Athaliah. I cross my arms, holding myself. "How do you feel?" Edward asks me suddenly and I turn to him. "Read my mind." I roll my eyes, he scoffs out a laugh. "I'm asking so you can let it out."

He responds, I look back to the girls. "Yeah, we haven't talked much since you found out about her." Bella chimes into the conversation. I frown for a second.

"It's a weird situation, I don't really know how I feel." I tell them in all honesty. One second Renesmee was a newborn and seconds later she was months old and now she's physically 4 years old.

"I just wish we didn't have to deal with the Volturi. Once again." I hold my head in my hands. Last time we dealt with them was when I turned into a vampire, Athatliah was only 16 months old. They were worried that I would turn Athaliah.

We had to convince them I wouldn't go near her until I had control over my thirst and she wouldn't know anything about us until she was the age of turning or if anything I would fake my death and she'd never see us again. It's something I don't even want to consider. It's something I have 16 years until I have to truly think about. The Volturi believed us when Aro looked into Edward's mind along with mine. Also with the fact that my ability was strong, I would put up a fight. They didn't need any of their men dead.

"I wish that woman just talked to us before running straight to the Volturi. She's also going to get killed." I lift my head back up. Renesmee takes Athaliah over to us and they both smile. I pick up my daughter, placing her on my lap. Edward doing the same with his daughter.

"All right, lovely, it's time for a nap." I stand up. "I'll meet you guys outside." I tell my two best friends before walking upstairs. They have a crib that was originally for Renesmee in Edward's old room. I place Athaliah down. I could tell she was tired so when she started crying I knew it was only for a few minutes.

The first year of her life I cried almost every time she cried. I couldn't handle it. My mom was a huge help since Athaliah's dad left in the beginning of my pregnancy. His parents moved to a whole different state so he didn't have to be a father to our baby. I grieved the relationship in the beginning. I don't really care anymore.

Bella was the only friend I've had ever since giving birth. Other people judged right away. Not Bella. She sometimes would babysit for me if I had to work and no daycare. My mom would pay her as well. Edward then started to help with her. Then he bonded with Athaliah as well. They both became an aunt and uncle to my daughter. I am forever grateful for them.

When her cries stop I snap out of my thoughts. Quietly slipping out of the room. I go downstairs and join everyone outside. Bella and Edward showing the new vampires renesmee's gift. I look off into the distance to see Carlisle and Esme coming our way with three new people. They're from the Egyptian Coven, they drink human blood. I lock eyes with the younger looking man. His eyes were a dark red. They felt entrancing. I couldn't look away. That was until Rosalie comes up to me.

"Could you help me with something?" She asks in a quiet tone, I furrow my eyebrows but nod my head. Following after her. Feeling eyes watch me the entire time. The blonde leads me back into the house where Zafrina, Kachiri, and Senna were standing in our way. "These ladies are from the Amazon coven. They wanted to meet you." Rosalie speaks softly, I place a hand on my chest, confused on why they would want to speak to me. "They've heard of your ability." Emmett tells me, I let out a little 'oh' standing straighter.

"Zafrina likes meeting people similar to her. Having incredible gifts." Kachiri informs me. "What's your gift?" I tilt my head, intrigued. The quiet woman smiles slightly, staring at me. Focusing on something and then suddenly I'm not in the house anymore. I'm back outside. But not our outside. A different place. A place I've never seen before. It was gorgeous.

Then I'm back in the house and I stare at her with wide eyes. "That... was amazing." I tell her, utterly in shock. She grins back to me. "We'd like to see your ability." Kachiri says, I make a face, turning to Rosalie and Emmett who nod their heads for me to do it. "We'd uh, we would have to go outside." I lead the way outside, in front of the porch. The three from the Amazon Coven stand on the porch with Rosalie, Emmett was standing in the door frame.

I smile to them as the cloud above us gets darker than earlier. Their expressions are confused until I bring my arms in the air and it starts raining. It was sprinkling at first then thunder struck. I felt the others crowd around me. I then make it storm. Everyone getting soaked. And then suddenly it stops as I stop focusing on the sky. I take a deep breath. The others begin to clap.

"That's just a tiny bit of what she can do." Emmett roars out, I nod my head sheepishly. "How did you find that out?" One of the Denali sisters ask me. "When I turned, the pain caused a storm. The wind was strong. The weather was insane that night. Later on when I wasn't paying attention and every time I had a huge emotion, a storm began every time. It's a lot easier to control now." I smile as I then make it begin to snow. Renesmee runs up to me with a huge smile. I pick her up so she can play with the snowflakes.

"This is a powerful ability... The Volturi would have no chance against us." Garrett laughs beside Kate who has a tiny smirk on her face. "You could deflect my electricity and make it more powerful." She tells me, lifting one of her hands to show me the electricity coming out of it.

Then everyone begins to talk to one another about it. I place Renesmee down, she holds my hand though instead of running off. I listen outside of the others to see if Athaliah has woken up but her breathing is still slowed. I can tell she's about to wake up. Her naps aren't very long lately.

A person walks up to me, startling me. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." It was the younger looking man from the Egyptian Coven. I wave a hand. "It's alright, I was trying to make sure my daughter was still sleeping." I sigh out, looking down to my niece who was staring up at the man.

"Your daughter?" He asks, looking around. "Her name's Athaliah." I tell him, we begin to walk inside the house, Renesmee sticking by my side because I think she knows we're going to see my girl. "Beautiful name." He compliments, I quietly thank him. His looks are entrancing I can barely focus on what is being said.

It goes silent between us until Renesmee speaks up in a small sweet tone. "He can make tornados, smaller than yours though." I smile down at her. "Really?"

I've only created a tornado once and right as it formed we made it disappear. That was before Renesmee was born though. Of course Emmett told her about it though. "Our gifts are incredibly similar." He tells me. Before he can say anything else though I hear my daughter begin to stir. Her tiny whines sounding out to down here. "Oh, I have to go, I'll be back." I step up the first couple of steps. He stands there, I can tell her wishes to say something though.

Renesmee was already running to the bedroom though. "What's your name?" I ask him.

"Benjamin." He says. I smile. "Beautiful name." I then head up the stairs.

Renesmee is playing with Athaliah through the bars of the crib. I smile, heading over to them and picking up my daughter. "Let's go play downstairs." Renesmee says, taking my hand once again and dragging me back down. Benjamin was still standing there just as he was before I left.

I was glad to be honest. I was hoping he waited for me. "This is Athaliah, Athaliah, meet Benjamin." I bounce her on my hip, pointing to the beautiful man. She tiredly looks to him.

Then suddenly doing grabby hands at him for him to take her. I furrow my eyebrows. It usually takes her a minute to get used to new people. He sticks his hand out, letting her grab onto it. It wasn't enough though she lunges her body forward so he could take her out of my arms. I laugh. "Sorry, you don't have to-"

"I don't mind as long as you don't." He puts his hands out and I shrug my shoulders, handing her over to him. Renesmee watches, a little bit annoyed until Edward comes in and tells her to go with him somewhere. I watch as my daughter puts his face into her hands. I then wondered if that was a good idea looking at his eyes which were red. Meaning he eats humans.

I bit my lip. He looks over to me and I think he can sense my worry. He gives me a short smile and places Athaliah down. She walks back to me, hugging my legs. She's still waking up.

Later in the night Bella and I were getting the girls to sleep. Athaliah sprawled out, her arm going over Renesmee's torso. She's holding onto her hand. I look up to see Bella looking at someone. I trace where. It was Benjamin who was sitting beside Jacob. He was staring at me though. "He seems enamored by you." She whispers, careful not to wake the kids. I snort out a laugh. "Yeah, okay. He wants a single mom." I joke, rolling my eyes.

"I mean the whole time he's been here he's been staring at you. He keeps trying to talk with you and he's brought you up to us every chance he gets. Asking about your ability." She informs me and I give her a look. "Yeah, he's interested in my ability. Not me." I sit up straight, crossing my legs.

"You're so oblivious, [Name]." She comments, sitting up as well. We eventually get up listening to Vladimir and Stefan talk about how they despise the Volturi and why. They were characters, that was for sure.

I sit down by the fire, a log was already there but no one else was there. They all went to different areas of the woods. I stared at the flames wondering how tomorrow was going to go. Someone sat beside me but neither of us spoke. I didn't even move my head to see.

"[Name]." The person speaks up after moments of silence. I hum out in response. "I uh I've never been left this speechless before. I don't know what to say around you." It was Benjamin, I smile to myself before turning to face him. "I'm boring, I apologize." I say, now just observing his features and I wonder what he was like as a human. If he was always this perfect.

"No, you're not at all. You make me nervous. It's a feeling I don't think I've ever experienced." His eyes lock with mine and I badly want to look away. But I can't. I'm stuck in place. "When did you turn?" I slightly change the subject. "1815." My eyes widen to his answer. He begins to laugh at my reaction. "Sorry, that was rude." I rub my hands together, finally looking away due to embarrassment.

"I expected it, when did you turn?"

"Last year."

"A newborn practically and you're that in control of your ability?" He seemed to be surprised.

"I couldn't control my ability completely until maybe six years after turning." He then ignites fire from his pointer finger. "You control the elements?" I ask in amazement. "And you control the weather." He states.

"Our abilities are incredibly similar." I laugh, excited. Watching the flames on his finger tip before he closes his fist and it goes away.

For hours we talk about our abilities, about his life before turning. I do the same. Telling him a bit about Athaliah. It never felt like a bad subject bringing her up like it usually does with men.

He actually asks about her and that's where I feel he doesn't want to be with me but to be friends.

"Your daughter truly has your looks." We both look to my sleeping daughter who is still sprawled out. I smile. "Thank you. She's my everything." I tell him.

"I can tell."

"I'm interested in getting to know you more." Benjamin says, this time he cautiously takes my hand into his. Making sure I was okay with it before gripping a little tighter. "What do you want to know?" I nervously ask.

"No, I mean courting you. You being mine, me being yours." He explains, I scrunch my nose before saying. "it might be forward, I know this. But you, seeing you, talking to you today. It only makes me want to be yours more."

"What about Athaliah, she comes with, we're a package deal. I'm a single mother. She's human, you eat off... humans." I take my hand back, now giving him a serious expression. It feels crazy but I feel the same way. I feel so strongly for him and I can't lose it but I also have to put my child first.

"I'll love her as my own. I'll eat animals for you both. I'll learn." He assures me, I pause for a moment.

"This feels crazy." I laugh out. "But I'll give it a try. I'm interested in getting to know you more." Even though we don't know what's going to happen tomorrow I don't care. I deserve to be happy even for a little bit.

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I almost deleted this whole thing after finishing it.

Heart was racing. Almost cried.

If you want to request anything lmk!

[blueteller]

You know... I often think about the fact that out of all events in TCF? Rescuing Raon was the most important.

It wasn't just because Cale got himself a "Draco Ex Machina" at his side that could use OP magic at his convenience. He could have used tools or Rosalyn's magic instead, at the beginning at least. We saw how he planned ahead and used an enchanted tool to make Taylor and Cage invisible to sneak them into the capital.

It wasn't just because through Raon, Cale was able to make connection with Eruhaben and later Sheritt and many other Dragons. They were important for their victory, but Cale could have gotten in contact with them through other ways – Pendrick, for example.

It wasn't just because Raon could detect things like dead mana or magical traps and disguises – even if Rosalyn wouldn't be able to, Cale would have probably figured out Alberu's connection to Dark Elves sooner or later. He already had suspicions about "a secret to his birth" before Raon mentioned the dyed hair.

Yes, those thing mattered, don't get me wrong. But, out of all the changes Cale made after his transmigration – saving Raon was the event that truly changed the whole game... not for the world, but for Cale himself.

Raon was, in many instances, the pushing force behind Cale's motivation to participate in various events. Slacker life? Cale's wishful thinking. But the motivation to actively get people involved – like Mary, for example. Raon was the one who cheered Cale on, kept him company through everything, especially the tough times. Raon was the one who, along with On and Hong, melted Cale's heart the fastest, getting this stubborn, traumatized man to admit they were "family". It's not that he wouldn't be a good man doing good things without Raon; but without Raon he would be in a lot more denial (even more than he already is!!) about why he is doing such things.

Raon represents everything Cale loves about his new life. The joy, the hope for the future, the curiosity and enthusiasm. Yes Cale often acts tired of (or freaks out over) Raon's antics or pretends to ignore him. But in the end... he never actually does. Cale never stops paying attention to him or tells him to go away.

Raon was the one who truly "got under his skin", so to speak. Cale wholeheartedly trusts and respects Raon. Of course, Raon is still a child under his protection... The reason why Cale always insisted on him staying hidden, throughout most of their adventures. I remember the moment Cale got the Dragon Blood Drinking Crown, and his first reaction was "let's throw this away/destroy it". The utter repulsion towards anything that could be a danger to Raon, despite how potentially useful such an artifact could be, logic be damned. Or that moment when they met the White Star for the first time, the villain telling Cale how he would kill the child and feed his heart to him – how Cale outwardly showed terror for the first time in the whole novel, instantly hugging Raon close to him and activating the shield to its fullest.

That's what really gets to me, you know? Raon's protectiveness for Cale is so obvious, but Cale is just as protective of him in return. I truly believe that while all relationships that Cale had shaped him as a person (just like the God of Death stated in his letter to him), the relationship between Cale and Raon is one that shaped them both in equal measure on both sides.

This relationship between them feels like fate, and that's no accident.

Changing Raon's fate was fundamental for saving the world, yes. But it equally important for Cale's own growth. An event which happened right at the beginning on the story, shaped the course of the entire future.

[brokenmenswhore]

Hey hey! I love your Aegon fics so much that I want to know if you would write a story where after your kid with Aegon passed away, he promised never to touch you again so you wouldn't have to endure bearing more of his kids and witnessing their death. But you yearn for your husband every night and will act dirty to make him touch you again. By acting dirty I mean doing sexy things to instigate him when he's alone with you.

of all the things in this life that i’m good at, being intentionally sexy is NOT one of them, so i’m hoping this isn’t awkward :) my biggest fear is that someone’s gonna not like what i write for their request i’m on my knees pls don’t hate me

all in | aegon ii targaryen

pairing: aegon targeryen x fem!reader

warnings: angst, mentions of a deceased child, smut (MDNI 18+)

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It had been three long, dark, and lonely months since the death of your son.

He passed away at only a few weeks of age due to health complications, and both you and your husband, Aegon, were left devastated.

Aegon had a tendency to blame himself for anything negative in his life, his self hatred running through the depths of his soul. Your son was his heir, and he felt as if he lost a piece of himself, and blamed himself for the health issues your child was having. “It must be from me,” he would whisper to himself, almost incapable of accepting that some things he could not be faulted for.

When Grand Maester Orwyle proclaimed your son dead, Aegon broke. He was hysterical, unable to speak, the only sound from his lips was an occasional scream of anger and sadness. You grieved in private, the joy you felt from your son’s birth still so recent that your stomach was still not yet back to a normal state.

The first few weeks were hard on both of you, but you at least attempted to lean on each other. However, Aegon was difficult to console when he got in his own head. You were both laying awake in bed, comforting one another when your hand ran across his chest, toying with his shirt. As difficult as the week had been, you were desperate to feel close to your husband in some capacity other than sadness and grief.

Aegon sighed and moved your hand away, rolling over on his side and turning his back toward you. You stayed stagnant and stared at him for a moment. “Aegon?”

“We can’t.”

“I know this grief is still very new, but I-“

“We can’t, ever.”

You sat in disbelief. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes at his words. You were in need of comfort, as was Aegon, and his declaration frustrated you. “And why not?”

“I refuse to risk putting you through this again.”

You were speechless. You tried to think of something to say, a few small noises leaving your lips as you tried to begin a sentence, but to no avail.

Aegon could hear your attempts. “What you have been through these past few weeks- I cannot watch you bear another one of my children, only to endure the pain of losing them again. I have never seen you happier than the day our son was born, and now-“ Aegon’s voice trailed off, “It is not worth the risk.”

Tears of sadness and frustration were now freely falling, Aegon’s back still to you as you spoke, “you do not seriously intend for us to never be intimate again. For the rest of our lives, Aegon, I need you. I am all in. Are you not? Do you not need me as well?”

“I need to relieve you of this pain more,” he responded, “and there are more than enough whores in King’s Landing.”

Your breath hitched in your throat at his final comment. You couldn’t believe he said such a thing. You knew he was hurting, and oftentimes pushed you away when he was, and you decided to assume it was an intentionally harmful comment meant to do just that. You chose to believe that he didn’t really mean it, but you still wished he didn’t say it. You understood his pain, but that didn’t make it alright to take it out on you.

You didn’t dignify his comment with a response, you simply rolled out of bed, fighting to maintain your composure as you walked out of the room, slowly shutting the door behind you.

The next morning, you returned to your shared chambers to ready yourself for the day, and Aegon was already up and dressing.

“Where did you sleep?” he asked.

You untied your robe as you approached the outfit laid out for you by your handmaidens. Handmaidens stopped assisting you and Aegon without being called into the room, as per your marital request.

“Elsewhere,” you stated.

Aegon sighed. “That is not an answer.”

“Why should it matter to you? If you get lonely, you can simply bed your whores,” you spat, throwing his comment from last night back at him.

Aegon didn’t handle you being mad at him very well. He needed everyone to like him at all times, but he didn’t cherish anyone’s opinion of him as much as he did yours. Knowing you were upset with him killed him.

“Do not be upset with me,” he pleaded, standing behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Oh? I thought we were not to touch each other any longer?”

Aegon retracted his arms, moving directly next to you so he could catch your eyes. “I don’t want you to be upset,” he said.

“Then do not promise to deprive me of something you and I both want and need.”

“I cannot put you through this again. Do you not understand that? Whatever is going on within me, it passed something bad down to our child, and if we remain intimate I risk you falling pregnant with another child we will inevitably lose. As your husband, it is my duty to ensure you do not have to go through such a thing again.”

“It is out of your control, Aegon,” you said, your voice low as you held his face in your palms, “and it is not your fault.”

He held onto your wrists, but didn’t move your hands. “This decision is not meant to hurt you.”

“I know.” Aegon was set in his decision, which meant that there was no point in arguing with it right now. You did not have the energy.

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The next several weeks were filled with longing, your heart and body yearning to be close to your husband, now that it had been three whole months since your son passed.

You didn’t press the subject with Aegon, allowing him room to breathe. It was difficult, and you found yourself needing him more and more the longer you went without him.

You knew that despite his decisions, you always had power over Aegon. He was completely enamored with you, and oftentimes changed his mind to match yours. When he made decisions you didn’t agree with, it took a hell of a lot of fighting to get him to falter, but it was not always impossible. This particular instance couldn’t be impossible- you couldn’t survive without him.

“We we supposed to depart last hour!” Aegon called out to you, waiting by the door with his guards for you, the hour getting later and later. House Dondarrion was hosting the Targaryen family for supper at Blackhaven as a gesture of appreciation for the King’s assistance in the Stormlands.

Your handmaidens tightened and tied the final strings of your corset. It was new, and made specifically for you, only this time, you made special requests. It was the standard green and gold, and still kept you covered, but less so than usual. The garment left your chest nearly exposed, just as you had planned.

“They must have forgotten your measurements, Your Grace, there is not nearly enough fabric,” one of your handmaidens spoke, fidgeting with the seam on your cleavage.

“It will do just fine, thank you very much,” you said, “we must be going.”

You were escorted to meet up with your husband, who couldn’t look away from you the moment you came into view.

“What the fuck is this?” he whispered the moment you were next to him.

“What ever do you mean?”

“Everyone here can see too much of you in that,” he continued.

You shrugged your shoulders, playing nonchalantly dumb. “They must have forgotten my measurements.”

You gazed up at him, and he could tell you were playing him. He knew you well enough to tell.

“What are you trying to do?”

You brushed your hair from your neck to behind your shoulder, making even more skin come into view. “Waiting to leave. We are already behind, are we not?”

You started to walk away, but Aegon grabbed your arm and pulled you back. “You can’t possibly think I’m going to let you leave in such a thing.”

“It is not your choice.”

Aegon knew that despite the roles placed on both of you from a very young age, he couldn’t control you if he tried.

Throughout supper, Aegon was on alert to the gazes of other gentlemen upon his wife. Many approached you two to offer their condolences for the loss of your son, making you tense up and your breathing quicken from stress, which only made your chest more obvious.

You could tell Aegon was bothered, but that’s what you wanted, so you made no effort to be modest.

“Rather lewd tonight,” Aemond said, standing behind your chair, greeting you for the first time all night, “don’t you think?”

“Perhaps,“ you responded, taking a sip from your cup.

Aemond leaned down next to your ear and whispered, “What’s he done then, hm?”

You giggled at the question, Aemond smiling as he stood tall and moved to greet the people next to you, ending your interaction. Aegon couldn’t hear what Aemond said, but Aemond being so close to you and whispering in your ear angered him.

“What did he say?” Aegon asked, unable to help the curiosity.

“Nothing of importance,” you said, remaining stoic.

Aegon’s nostrils flared as another member of House Dondarrion approached the table.

Aegon remained observant the entire night, a possessiveness consuming him as he intentionally stared at anyone who gawked at you, his gaze intimidating them into looking away.

When you returned to King’s Landing, you retreated to your shared chambers.

“It does not befit a queen to dress in such a vulgar way. I cannot fathom why you would do such a thing tonight,” Aegon said.

You poured two cups of wine as you replied, “you cannot fathom? Dear husband, I think you can. Take a guess as to why I may behave as such.”

You handed Aegon one of the cups, taking a sip from your own and intentionally tilting it too far upward, the red liquid spilling down your neck and onto your chest.

“Fuck, what a shame,” you spoke, placing the cup down and moving your hair behind your back.

Aegon watched you swipe a thumb over your bottom lip and suck the wine off of it.

“Stop it,” he warned.

“Stop what? You cannot expect me to just stand here covered in wine,” you quipped, “do you happen to have a cloth?”

Aegon retrieved an used cloth from the table next to you, holding it out to you, as if to say ‘here’s the cloth you absolutely knew was there and only made me grab to mess with me.’

“I can’t see my own neck,” you said, “help me?”

Aegon sighed in frustration, moving the cloth to clean your chin, then your neck, moving it lower and lower. He watched the muscles in your neck flex as you swallowed, and he didn’t even think about holding his actions back before his lips were on your neck, cleaning off the wine with his tongue.

Your mouth opened and a small sigh left your lips, the feeling of his mouth on you after so fucking long making you needier than usual.

Aegon moved down to your breasts, licking and kissing the top flesh of one of your breasts before jolting back and wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve. “No.”

“Aegon-“

“Please, I don’t think I’m strong enough for this.”

Aegon dropped the cloth back onto the table and marched out of the room, leaving you worked up and your breasts coated in wine. You let out a disappointed huff as you called your handmaidens in to run you a bath, hoping it would help you relax.

The next morning, Aegon had council business to attend to all day, but he had made an unfortunate mistake when you first wed: he told you that you were always welcome in council meetings, and that he would cut out the tongue of anyone who tried to speak against your presence there.

You swung open the doors to the council room, all heads turning toward you as you walked over to your husband.

“What is it?” Aegon asked, sitting taller and taller the closer you got to him.

“You said I was always welcome in these meetings, Your Grace.”

You seldom ever called Aegon by his title, but you knew that doing so drove him crazy. You noticed him shift slightly in his chair.

“The current matter of discussion is rather important,” he said.

“I would hope so, you’ve been in here all day,” you said, gripping the back of Aegon’s chair and pulling it with all your might, a seated Aegon inching a tiny bit away from the table. You were giving it your all, but could only move the chair a small amount back.

“What are you doing?” he asked, as the rest of the council just watched the scene play out. They knew better than to question you in these meetings.

You then sat yourself directly on Aegon, adjusting yourself so that you were comfortable in his lap, but he could still see the table. You were acting immature, but that was the point.

“This is entirely inappropriate,” he whispered into your ear, evidently tense. He was genuinely annoyed at you for sitting on his lap in the middle of a council meeting, but you didn’t care.

“I thought that was something you liked about me?” you whispered back into his ear.

You made brief eye contact. Aegon didn’t want to embarrass you in front of the Lords at the table, so he maintained a whisper. “Get up.”

You smiled, making the council think you were not in an argument, but rather exchanging a few private sentences before returning to duty. You leaned your head back so you were in his ear again. “No.”

“Your Grace,” Lord Commander of the King’s Guard and Hand of the King, Criston Cole, interrupted, “forgive me, but this is rather urgent.”

“Right then,” Aegon said, turning his attention back to the meeting as you remained on his lap.

The men all began to speak of war strategy and politically advantageous pairings, Aegon’s arm instinctively finding its way around your waist to keep you in place.

Every few minutes, you shifted your positioning, intentionally grinding down on his cock. He gripped your waist to try to stop you every time, but it never worked.

When the meeting was finished, you hopped up and left the room before Aegon could catch you.

Later in the day, he caught you walking alone to the library, and he pulled you into an adjacent hallway.

“Don’t ever do that again,” he warned, “that little stunt you pulled during my council meeting? Never again.”

“I do not know to what you refer,” you said, slowly pulling up one side of your dress, revealing more and more of your thigh until your entire leg was exposed, giving you room to dip your fingers underneath your dress.

“What are you-“

“It seems as though I’ve forgotten to put on anything under this dress,” you said, looking up at Aegon through hooded eyes.

“Don’t you dare,” he said, watching your hand disappear fully underneath your dress.

“Would not have to, if only I found myself a husband to do it for me.”

“Don’t,” Aegon demanded, grabbing your wrist and stilling your hand.

“Please,” you pleaded, desperation in your eyes as Aegon looked at you, nearly breaking.

Instead, he dropped your wrist, walking away from you again and leaving you alone.

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When Aegon entered your chambers that night, you were already bathing. You were resting your head against the cool metal of the bathtub, your knees visible over the water, your body partially covered by the weak bubbles on the water’s surface. You opened your eyes when you heard the door open, and Aegon approached you, pulling one of your handmaiden’s stools next to the tub and taking a seat.

“What is it, Aegon?” you asked, re-relaxing and closing your eyes.

“What are you doing?” he asked, and you didn’t see it, but his eyes ran up and down the length of your body as he spoke.

“Bathing?” you answered, almost more of a question than an answer. What you were doing was blatantly obvious, so the question confused you slightly.

“If this is another one of your dirty tricks, it won’t work.”

You let out a deep breath. “It’s not, I really just wanted to relax.”

You opened your eyes, and Aegon cocked an eyebrow at you. “I’m serious, Aegon. I’ve tried enough, and it has not worked. I give up. That’s what you wanted, right?”

You meant it. You were tired of trying to work him up, instigate something, or be lustful, if it was never going to work. You were tired of throwing yourself at someone who clearly did not want you anymore.

Aegon didn’t respond, he just continued to watch you as you closed your eyes again, relaxing into the water. He could see most of your body beneath the surface of the clear liquid, the bubbles almost entirely dissipated.

You heard a small whisper of your name, but you kept your eyes closed, allowing yourself to continue winding down for the night.

Aegon reached out to run his hand over your knee, and the feeling made you jolt slightly, your eyes opening at the sudden contact. You gave Aegon a confused, somewhat concerned look.

“You would truly risk experiencing the tragedy of losing our son again?” he asked, his voice the smallest you’d ever heard it, “just to have me?”

You placed your hand on top of his. “What happened was out of our control. If the gods did not intend for him to be your heir, so be it. It cannot be a fault of our own. We did not bring it upon him, Aegon. We have no knowledge of what could happen given another heir, and this tragedy is not reason enough for me to give up on having children. I think it unfair of you to make such a drastic decision on my behalf. If you do not wish to be intimate with me because you yourself do not desire it, then so be it, but you do not get to make these decisions for me. I did not choose to be without your touch, Aegon, and it is unfair for you to choose it for me.”

It was the most you’d said at one time since your son died.

“I miss you,” you added.

A tear fell down Aegon’s cheek. “I never want to see you in pain again.”

“There is no guarantee you would. There is not even a guarantee I will fall pregnant again.”

Aegon knew you were right. He was making decisions for you, and he knew he had no right to, he was just so scared. He hated seeing what losing your first son did to you, and he thought he was doing right by you by not risking a pregnancy and then loss of another. He did not realize the damage he was doing.

He was lost in his thoughts, and you took his silence to mean that he was sticking to his word. “Please just let me rest, Aegon, I do not wish to rehash the same argument again.”

You fell back into your relaxed position, removing your hand from Aegon’s and resting both of your hands on either side of the metal tub.

Aegon only spoke a small whisper of your name again before moving his hand down your leg, sinking beneath the water. You maintained your position. He made it clear to you he did not want intimacy anymore, so why would he actually be doing something intimate?

You were caught by surprise when his hand reached between your legs and he ran a finger between your folds. You inhaled a sharp breath, your eyes remaining shut as the feeling was too good. Even if this stopped right now, you needed to make the most of the feeling while you had it.

Only, it didn’t stop. Aegon continued to feel you, circling his finger around your clit, causing your head to fall back even further as a soft whine left your lips. Aegon hadn’t heard the sweet sound of your whines and moans in ages, and one tiny noise from you made him completely forget why he ever vowed to keep himself away from you.

The water was sloshing slightly as Aegon moved his hand, inserting a finger into your hole as his thumb took residence on your clit, keeping the stimulation there as he began to push a finger in and out of you.

He watched you writhe in the water, your hips beginning to grind up into his hand. “A-Aegon,” you tried to catch his attention, but he was so consumed in you that he took it for a moan.

He leaned over you, his face mere inches from yours. “Say my name again.”

“A-Aegon, I was t-“

Aegon cut you off by kissing you, catching you off guard and making you squeal with surprise into the kiss. He began to move his hand faster and faster, the water nearly spilling out of the tub from the movement of his arm.

You moved to grab his wrist, and he pulled away from your mouth briefly to inspect your face and make sure you were alright.

“As much as I want you,” you breathed out, “I don’t want to do anything unless you do as well.”

Aegon didn’t verbally respond, as he often didn’t, but instead kissed you, hard. You held the back of his head, deepening the kiss as he added another finger into you, a moan escaping your throat into the kiss, only egging Aegon on more.

“Fuck,” you whimpered when Aegon pulled away.

He leaned down to kiss your neck, not caring at all about the water hitting the side of his face and drenching his hair.

You moaned and whined as his fingers fucked you at a violent pace, curling when they hit the sweet spot within you that had your breathing nearly stopping for moments at a time.

“Aegon, I’m-“

Aegon lifted his head so that he was looking directly at you. Your eyes squeezed shut as your climax hit you hard, Aegon removing his hand from you to grip either side of your face and kiss you as your orgasm washed over you, your juices mixing with the bath water.

Aegon softened the kiss as he felt your breathing calm down, only pulling away when your muscles released their tension beneath him.

“Thank you,” you sighed.

“Get out of this thing,” Aegon said, standing up and holding out both of his hands to you.

You placed your hands in his, allowing him to help pull you to a standing position. You shivered as the cool air hit your bare, wet skin. You stepped out of the bathtub, anchoring your balance on Aegon. When you stepped onto the ground, Aegon pulled your waist against him so quickly that you nearly fell over.

“If you’re all in, I’m all in,” he spoke.

You gave him a genuine smile. “I’m all in. Always have been.”

Aegon leaned down to kiss you again, backing your bodies up slightly so that you were standing directly next to the stool.

Aegon then became almost carnal, having been without you for so long that he was too impatient now to wait any longer.

Aegon pulled you away from him and spun your body around, pushing you down until you were bent over the stool he was sitting on mere moments ago.

He undid his breeches and pushed his clothing down, leaving his lower half exposed.

He held a hand out in front of your face. “Spit.”

You did as you were told, giving him the lubricant that he spread on the head of his cock as he lined himself up with your entrance. He began to push into you slowly for a moment, before slamming his entire length into you.

You cried out at the feeling. One of his hands gripped your waist while the other fisted into your hair, pulling your neck back as he fucked you from behind. He was snapping his hips from the first thrust on, the pressure causing your body, and subsequently the stool, to shift forward with each hit.

“F-fuck,“ you moaned, “I missed y-you, Y-our Grace.”

The title only made him more feral, his grip on your hips destined to bruise you as he slammed into you viciously. He growled and groaned behind you, subconsciously trying to make up for months of deprivation.

You came again, the feeling of your walls squeezing his cock like a vice pushing him over the edge, despite the sex not lasting long at all. His body was in desperate need of you.

He bottomed out inside of you as he came, spilling his seed within you as he calmed down for a moment before pulling out of you.

He released his grip on your hair, allowing you to push yourself up. You nearly lost your balance, but Aegon caught your waist with his arm.

“I missed you too,” Aegon spoke, “what a fucking idiot I am.”

“Yeah, but that’s not new,” you teased, giving him a sweet kiss to show your forgiveness.

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All We Ever Wanted Was Everything

Chapter One of Under Pressure: A Thunderbolts Fic

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Warnings: Grief and Loss, mentions of character death, SPOILERS for THUNDERBOLTS, government abuse, and mentions of tragic back stories (Let me know if I missed anything)

Author's Note: Honestly, this chapter is more like a prologue, which is why it is so short. Anyway, please enjoy this fic. :) (Also not really proofread... I got excited)

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Rain. Pouring rain. It was the kind that thundered against the window with its pitter-patter. This would let your mind fall into a trance, so that when you woke up, you’d wonder how you drove to your destination safely. However, instead of questioning, you’d have to accept the power of the trance of the rain. It was this kind of rain that begins all good stories, or at least that was what you were told. There’s a reason good stories start with “it was a dark and stormy night.” Well, those beginnings aren’t really used anymore, too cliche, all the poets say. Yet it was in the rain that you met them. 

The truck driver couldn’t see well and wasn’t a good driver in the first place. Honestly, it was ironic knowing that the government employed him to transport the cargo. One would think they’d at least test their drivers, but you guessed even the government cut corners, hence why you were created in the first place. Project J.I.N.X. was what they called it. The government wanted something that could be a living EMP of sorts. A great tactical advantage when dealing with foreign enemies, especially in a world where Warcraft heavily relied on the technological rather than the physical. You’d never understand the world’s way of war; all fighting against each other when there were bigger threats from outside the planet. It was harder fighting a war alone than together, but you guessed, since the Avengers were there, that the enemies that the world couldn’t fight themselves were left to them. How selfish. 

It was this drive to prove they were better that tore you from your parents at birth and locked you up in a testing facility for fourteen years of your life. Time passed slowly in those white lined pristine walls. Initially, there were other children like you, subjected to a life of testing, prodding, and training. You were taught to follow commands, and soon that’s all you came to know. Command. Obey. Command. Obey. Things like Christmas, birthdays, and dishwashers were things that didn’t exist in your vocabulary. Not until you tumbled out of the back of that truck. It was cold and wet when you stepped out. Peering up at the sky, you frowned, wondering where all this water was coming from. It wasn’t a shower head. The ones you knew were small and could barely spit out water, but still, it was all you knew. Soon, you would come to know it as rain. As you stumbled away from the flipped-over truck, the blaring lights of white and yellow blinded your eyes. Screams and sounds of terrified city life screeched in your ears. Glancing down, you noticed how your feet danced around, never walking straight. You had never been outside. Never knew what was out there, still too much of a liability. Before you knew it, there was a woman calling out to you. You squinted hard to see her head of red flaming hair. You stared in awe, having never seen hair like that before. It was…you didn’t have a word for it. Soon you’d realize it was beautiful. It took you a moment to realize she was trying to talk to you, but by then the shock fell over you, drowning your senses, lulling you to the dark. 

The news outlets were all over it. A government corruption at its finest. Child slavery and abuse, but their favorite headline of all. Tony Stark adopts a Child, with varying subtitles containing mentions of the Project. From that moment on, everyone who didn’t know anything dreamed of being you: living with the Avengers, living the life of a superhero, and the daughter of Tony Stark. But from the shadows surrounding the spotlight, this life wasn’t a dream, not anymore. Maybe there was a time being Y/N Stark was great, but now, in the wake left by the Avengers, you found it hard to carry that name.

The Avengers. The world’s mightiest heroes. The one who would always be there to protect everyone, yet one by one, they left. Tony and Natasha, ever the heroes, died just that, heroes. Clint, Bruce, and Thor did their best to move on. Steve went back for a life he thought was taken from him, but Y/N, you, had nowhere to go, no past to run to, or purpose to find; you just were Y/N Stark. The girl who had everything, the press had said. A fortune left behind by Tony Stark, a legacy of heroes who raised you, a future brighter than any around, yet as Y/N drove along the rainy roads of New York, she felt nothing but a void. How could she find that future if everyone and everything she had was gone? 

It’s called grief, the therapist had told you. It was the first and last appointment you ever went to. No duh, it’s grief. You didn’t need to pay someone to help you with your problems. You already knew where they came from and what they were doing to you. All you needed was to figure out how to get it fixed, to be better, to be like them, the Avengers, the heroes, your family.

The bright screen in the middle of her car’s console flashed to life. Bucky “Bear” Barnes popped up on the screen alongside a green and red button. It was a nickname you had given him long ago, one he hated. Insisting he was nothing like a Teddy Bear, but you were adamant. To the surprise of everyone and to no one at all, teenage determination won. Selecting the green, you brought your hands back to the wheel. Your gloves creaked against the leather of the wheel as your grip tightened. 

“What’s up, Buck?” You muttered, flicking on the turn signal before stopping behind the car in front. 

A deep sigh echoed through the phone. “It’s de Fontaine.” 

“When is it never?” You quipped back. “What’s it now?” 

“The hearing is tomorrow, yet she’s–”

“You think she’s gonna pull the plug.” You finished. The street light flickers green. Instinctively, you pushed down the gas and turned down a new road. 

“If she hasn’t already. There’s an investigation on her and her ties to O.X.E. Just,” Bucky took a sharp breath. “Just tell me, you’ve got enough evidence.” 

Biting your lip, you glanced in the rearview mirror. Her hands expertly twisted the wheel to maneuver the car into a parallel park. “I told you already, Bucky. I don’t have the evidence. I was tipped off by some connections–”

“Any of those connections could help secure the votes.”

“I’m well aware of that, Bucky. I–the connections are too afraid to talk. Valentina, she’s…” You trailed off.  Your fingers had removed themselves from the wheel and begun to pinch the fabric of your gloves. “She’s powerful and has connections herself. If she got something like Project Sentry started, she knows how to end it.”

 Peering out the window, you watched the passersby stroll along the sidewalk. Some faces you recognized as her neighbors, others remained unfamiliar. It hadn’t been long since you got the information on Project Sentry. People missing, dead, unaccounted for, they were all signs you had seen before. Hell, you had lived through it. Hissing, you peered down at your hands. Your nails had sliced through the fabric of your gloves. Relaxing your fingers, you flexed your hands, feeling the blood trickle from the crescent-shaped cuts.  “Fuck,” You muttered under her breath. 

“What is it? What happened?” Bucky quickly replied. 

“Nothing,” You reassured, shaking her hand. “Just broke another pair of gloves. I’ve really got to fix the ones Dad gave me.” There were magic bracelets, he had told you long ago. They weren’t really magic, just nano-technology that was too advanced for a teen with limited vocabulary and knowledge to understand. Tony had figured out some way to negate the energy drain effects that came with your abilities. “Energy Manipulation,” SHIELD had called it. You remember all the tests they put you through to see what you could do. With just a touch, you’d access the energy in technology. The term “access” was putting it lightly; it was more like a drain. After all, project J.I.N.X. wanted you to be a living EMP, and a living EMP you were. As you trained, your grasp of your ability improved, allowing you to change the flow of energy, redirecting it to open doors and unlock computers. 

“Didn’t you break them months ago?” Bucky questioned. 

“Yeah, I did, I’ve been busy.” Shuffling the gloves on your hand so that they felt more secure, you continued. “Look, Bucky. We’re not going to get testimonies from the connections. I…I’ll get you your evidence. Just give me time.” 

“I’m not sure if we have time, kid,” Bucky added. 

“I’ll make time. I’ll find something.” Bucky stayed silent. “I promise,” You said with as much confidence as she could muster. 

“Okay,” Bucky muttered. “I trust you.” 

“Thanks, Buck,” You replied before ending the call. Heavily, your head dropped to the seat behind you. The leather did little to brace the impact. Taking a deep breath, you opened her car door, jammed your keys into the lock, and entered your home. Tossing the keys into a ceramic bowl on the shelf in the hallway, you trekked to the bathroom, where you began to peel your gloves off. A wince escaped your mouth as the leather tore off the small scabs that had already begun to form. Gently, you grabbed her first aid kit, bandaged her palms, and slid on a new pair of gloves.  

“Hey Friday?” You called out. 

“Yes, Y/N? How can I help you today?” The artificial voice chimed back. 

“Find me everything you can on Valentina Allegra de Fontaine.”

“I have already–”

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you groaned. “I know, I know, just dig deeper. Access whatever you can, bypass all security measures, whatever you need to do…Pretty please?” 

“Of course, Ms. Stark.” Friday, chinmed before going silent. 

Plopping down onto your leather couch, you sighed with pleasure at your choice of the more expensive couch, as the cushions wrapped around you, welcoming you in. As you lay waiting for FRIDAY’s response, the soft velvety fabric of the couch soothed the stiffness in your back and the aches flaring from the base of your skull. The rain still pounded against the concrete streets and your windows. The sound echoed throughout your home, lulling you into a sleepy trance. 

Just as you were about to succumb to the night, FRIDAY chimed above, signalling the completion of your search. Shooting up from your seat, you reached for your pad. Swiping along the data, the frown on your face began to fall more and more. “Nothing,” You hissed, tempted to throw the pad, but instead gently placed it on the couch beside you. “Thanks FRIDAY,” you defeatedly said before pushing yourself off the comfort of your couch in search of a liquid sort of comfort, something you blamed Thor for from all those sips he gave you here and there during parties and late nights. Although the stuff in your fridge couldn't compare to the stuff made on Asgard. Popping the bottle of your beverage, you pursed your lips, wondering if New Asgard has made any attempts at recreating their infamous mead. 

Taking a swig of your drink, you wandered back into the living room, opting to turn on the television to add to your distractions for the evening. You flicked through various reality series and documentaries. One of which was about the Avengers. A memorial film of sorts. Narrowing your eyes, you vaguely remember an email reaching out about a statement from you. You declined, of course. It felt wrong to allow others to profit off your grief. Hell, it felt wrong for you to even carry that name, Stark. The one who started it all. The hero who defeated Thanos snapped his fingers and saved the day, all while ending his. With that single snap, he’d never see another sunrise. He didn’t get to see Morgan graduate from Kindergarten. He didn’t know all the nights you stayed by Pepper’s side. He couldn’t see you breaking under the pressure of his legacy. 

A deep buzz trembled from your pocket. Retrieving your phone, you peered down at the screen. Slowly, your eyes widened. Your drink had been discarded on the coffee table alongside your breath. Shakingly, oxygen returned to your lungs. It was a location, a string of coordinates to be exact, and a message. 

“Here’s your evidence.” 

Thank God for connections. 

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𝕸𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗, 𝕸𝖆𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖓 & 𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖊

First, we have a crescent moon that is in a growing stage. In the center, there is a circle representing the full moon. Last but not least, the crescent denotes the diminishing moon.

Triple Moon is considered to be symbolic of all things divine feminine power – from intuition to creative energy, and wisdom. It indicates the three life stages of a woman.

The waning moon symbolizes the Maiden through innocence, youth, new life, starts, rebirth, excitement, witchcraft, and growth.

The full moon represents the Mother: fulfillment, fertility, ripeness, potency, understanding, caring, security, and authority.

The waxing moon symbolizes the Crone: serenity, maturity, knowledge, experience, knowledge, wisdom, fulfillment, death and rebirth. In its whole, the symbol is associated with the eternal cycle of birth, life, and rebirth.

Sometimes called the Triple Goddess symbol, the triple moon is frequently seen on the crowns or headpieces worn by the High Priestesses.

Each aspect within the Triple Goddess is associated with particular seasons and other natural phenomena, as well as human characteristics and elements of life on Earth. These associations can be used to call on the appropriate aspect of the Goddess during magical work, ritual worship, and prayer.

The Maiden is represented by the waxing moon and associated with the start of the growing cycle of late winter and springtime. The Wheel of the Year sabbats Imbolc, Ostara and Beltane are associated with the Maiden phase of the Triple Goddess. The Maiden represents beauty, fresh potential and new life. In human beings, she is associated with the qualities of innocence, youth, self-confidence, intelligence and independence, and with activities relating to exploration, discovery, self-expression, and creativity. Goddesses who represent the Maiden include the Greek goddesses Persephone and Artemis, the Celtic Rhiannon, and/or the Nordic Freya, among others.

The Mother phase of life is represented by the full moon- the fullest part of your life. In the Wheel of the Year it is associated with the harvests of Lughnasadh and Mabon. In the human realm, she is associated with nurturing, responsibility, adulthood and the fullness of life. As the giver of life, she is the aspect most associated with manifestation. Goddesses who represent the Mother include the Greek Demeter and Selene, the Roman Ceres, and the Celtic Danu and Badb.

The Crone phase of life is represented by the waning moon- when the cycle comes to an end and a new beginning starts. The Crone is full of wisdom and life experience. In the Wheel of the Year she is associated with Samhain and Yule, when the days shorten and the growing season officially ends. The Crone is the wise elder aspect of the Goddess, and governs aging and endings, death and rebirth, and past lives, as well as transformations, visions, prophecy, and guidance. Although feared as an archetype for millennia, she is the one who reminds us that death is part of the life cycle, just as the Moon's dark phase precedes the New Moon. The Crone is often represented by goddesses associated with death and the underworld, such as the Greek Hecate, the Russian Baba Yaga, and the Celtic Morrigan and Cailleach Bear.

The Triple Goddess is indeed a diverse and complex expression of the divine feminine. For those who worship her, she provides constant opportunities to learn and grow through connecting to her three aspects. Whether you recognize ancient goddesses as aspects of the Triple Goddess, or simply honor the Maiden, Mother, and Crone archetypes, you can make a conscious effort to align your worship with the cycles of the Moon for an even deeper, more rewarding spiritual connection.

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the walter brothers x jackie howard x reader

warning : swearing, 18+ DNI, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it always!), cursing, underage drinking, shower sex, public sex, loss of virginities, oral (f & m receiving), cussing, rough sex, soft sex, degrading, creampies and realism of how fast first times are.

in which y/n is a virginity snatcher in the walter household. y/n is friends with jackie and she makes her way through the house.

listen i have been non stop thinking about y/n taking all of the brothers and jackie’s virginities (other than danny (him and erin are together), lee, nathan and obvi the young babies)

tags : @sagittariusmoonlover @hvreticz @thefrontbottomsmademesad @phantompoguefangirl @wolflover384

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y/n had become friends with jackie when she first moved here. jackie had no idea y/n knew the inside of the house already after sneaking out multiple times from the one and only cole walters bedroom.

it started about two years prior to jackie coming along, y/n had met the blonde haired boy at school and that’s when the secret meet ups began.

they started in the janitors closet, y/n would end up on her knees for the brother or his hand in her pants and the other over her mouth to keep her quiet. until he finally invited her over.

she had snuck in that night in the side door, as she went through the kitchen she got to peer into the living room, where her eyes met alex walters. she waved her fingers at him and winked, his face going flush. she smirked as she made her way up the stairs with cole.

as we made it into his room, danny lay on his twin size mattress across the room “danny, can you step out for a little while?” cole asked throwing a glance back at y/n and then to danny again

danny sighed as he grabbed his pillow and gave me a look “hi y/n” “hi danny sorry to kick you out”

he offered a warm smile “it’s okay as long as it doesn’t happen all the time”

“of course not, i’ll see you later” she smiled and patted his shoulder as he walked out. coke locked the door and got straight to business

he had y/n bent over the bed, her dress riding up over her ass. he landed a smack over her right cheek, a hand print beginning to form. he smirked at it. “cole please”

“shhh im taking my time with this, sweets. been to rushed in that closet at school” he leaned down and left kissed in the nape of her neck, hands roaming over her body until the met her clothed core.

she let out a soft moan as he began to move her panties to the side, one singular digit running through her folds and into her sopping core.

she let out another moan as he added another digit and pumping into her.

“god sweetheart you’re gonna be the death of me”

“cole before we do this, i need to know that this is okay,” she said standing up and turning to him as his hand found her pussy again. “i mean i’m taking your virginity, coley.”

he sighed looking down at her “i’m aware, y/n/n. yes this okay. i promise” she searched his eyes for any doubt and she found none. her lips crashed into his and he pushed her back onto the bed, landing on top of her. he pulled her panties down as she unblocked her pants and sliding the down along with his boxers, he reached to the side to grab a condom but y/n stopped him.

“i’m on birth control baby boy. no need for that plus it feels better without” she rubbed his face and he smiled flipping them over so she was on top of him.

“you ready coley?” she looked down at him, giving him the chance to back out now. “yes y/n. please. i need to feel you” he looked at her, his eyes dark and pupils blown with ecstasy.

“okay coley.” she kissed him softly on the lips and aligned his thick cock to her opening and slid down slowly, not being used to such a thick size.

she let out a gasp as he filled her to the brim, still more to go down onto. she could believe he was touching her in spots no one ever had before.

that’s when she heard it, something she knew she would only hear from someone who has never had such a velvet feeling around their cock before.

the gasp and head tilt made her inside explode. she felt prideful knowing her pussy was making THE cole walter feel good. she took a second to balance herself and looked down at him

his eyes screwed shut and mouth hung open “i’m gonna move now coley” she whispered to him and he nodded. she lifted herself up along his shaft and slowly brought herself back down. she wanted him to enjoy this and not feel bad if he came too fast, which was likely going to happen.

“y-y/n. please. faster, i need it” she nodded at him and began to bounce on his cock. she felt so full and satisfied. “oh god, cole. you feel so fucking good” “yeah baby?” he asked as his eyes opened he saw her for the first time since her cunt started hugging his cock so fierce. he was about to cum just looking at her face. he flipped them over and put her on her hands and knees and began drilling into her pussy. he watched as his dick glistening when pulling out of her, he watched as she gripped his cock and he swore he saw stars.

before he knew it, he was slumped over top of her pumping out his seed deep into her warm velvet walls. he rubbed her back as they both gained back their breath.

“that was… great.” he sighed

“yes it was coley but i do need to get going. we should do it again. maybe.” she said she grabbed her panties and gave cole a kiss to the temple. she shoved her panties into his hand and said “that’s just for the memory of tonight baby boy. see you later”

she made her way down the stairs trying her best not to leak out coles cum, she would wait till she got home to shower and decompress from the night

that’s when she signaled danny to go back uostairs and she caught a glimpse of alex and isaac sitting on the couch, staring at her. she walked into the room and saw they were playing a game

“we’ll i hope you both have a good night. i’ll see you two very, very soon” she winked at them and turned on her heels and out of the walter household

she made up her mind that night that eventually she would take isaacs and alex’s virginity too. she enjoyed it, the way it filled her with pride. it was better than an orgasm.

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y/n had been staying a few nights with jackie to go to school and they planned a girls weekend together, it was friday night and y/n had brought so many snacks and movies from her place to watch with jackie.

she also brought a bottle of bacardi zombie just incase she decided she wanted to play a drinking game with jackie and maybe some of the boys.

it was around 11:45 when y/n became bored with the rom coms and asked jackie to turn on a comedy movie, jackie picked Benchwarmers which y/n was okay with.

“i have an idea jacks” y/n smirked mischievously at her

“oh god. what?” jackie sighed and turned from her stomach to face y/n

“let’s play a drinking game” y/n said rather loud, hoping some of the boys would hear. which made jackie jump up and cover y/ns mouth “shhh mr. and mrs. walter might hear you!” she whispered at y/n but she shrugged and removed jackie’s hand from her mouth “come on, jacks. live a little”

that’s when cole, alex, isaac and nathan appeared in the doorway all at once. like they had been waiting to hear something come up between the girls.

“you guys wanna play a drinking game?” y/n asked pulling out the alcohol from her bag, still chilled from being in the freezer at her house.

everyone nodded but nathan just shook his head but then smiled at y/n “i’m good but i would love to sit and watch” he laughed. cole sat on the floor in between y/n and jackie, then alex on the right of y/n and issac next to alex and jackie, making a circle for them to drink.

“the game is, never have i ever..” y/n smiled looking at everyone

“the rules are simple. you say ‘never have i ever’ to something you’ve never done before and whoever has, has to drink. i’ll go first”

y/n unscrewed the top of the bottle and pulled out the stopper. “never have i ever had surgery”

cole stared hard at y/n and grabbed the bottle then passed it to issac and y/n looked at him surprised.

“i got my tonsils out when i was little.” he blushed at her

“okay my turn” jackie said and she thought hard for a second

“never have i ever uh… kissed anyone” she blushed hard. y/n couldn’t believe her own two ears, jackie had never kissed anyone ever?

y/n grabbed the bottle from the middle and took a big gulp, so did cole, alex and isaac. jackie flushed even more “how is that even possible” she shook her head.

“i’ll be your first kiss, jacks” y/n nudged her and she blushed even deeper. “don’t threaten me with a good time” jackie smiled back, snorting while she laughed but y/n wasn’t joking and she made that evident in the way she looked at jackie, jackie knew it too.

it was then coles turn and he looked at y/n with a giant smirk. “never have i ever given a blowjob in a public place” y/n literally choked on her own spit and glared at him hard knowing she has gone down on him in almost every space of their town

she took another big gulp while staring at cole.

alex sat up a little straighter and began “never have i ever been with the same gender” and her mouth gaped at him “i feel so personally attacked right now” y/n scoffed playfully and took another swig, she was feeling warm now.

“never have i ever had sex” isaac said softly

y/n and cole made slight eye contact as she reached for the bottle, their hands meeting “ladies first” he smiled and pushed her arm playfully

they both took their shots and everyone looked at them with wide eyes “what?” they said at the same time and everyone just shook theirs heads.

the game went on for a little while longer before jackie leaned back and fell asleep so cole said he’d take her upstairs to bed “hey be nice. don’t hit her head on anything” y/n giggled as he scooped jackie up off the ground and started up the stairs “y/n/n i would never. yk how many times i’ve done this with you? do you have any bumps or bruises?” which made her shake her head “goodnight cole” he nodded at her

y/n was a little tipsy, seeing as she was more experienced than most of the people playing the game.

“i’m gonna sleep down here if that’s cool with you guys” y/n yawned as she stood up and stretched her arms above her head

alex and isaac both watched as her tank top rode up her stomach, revealing a belly button piercing and tattoos on both hips. a moon on one and the sun on the other

they both felt like they were lightheaded, blood rushing to their cocks “g-goodnight, y/n” alex smiled at her “oh goodnight sweet, sweet alex.” y/n smiled and made her way to him and gave him a tight hug, wrapping her arms around his neck. his hands wrapped around her waist and he pulled away quickly before heading to his room “let me get some of that love” isaac smiled at her

“yes sir.” and she gave him a hug too but he held on just a little longer. praying it would never end, her hand found his hair and his found the round of her ass. he just had to feel it, he had to.

she didn’t stop him, this is exactly where she wanted him.

she wanted him to want her so bad he couldn’t help himself but to touch her. she pulled her head back and stared into his eyes “you know, issac. i could take-“ and before she could even finish isaac just nodded frantically “please. yes yes” she smiled at him, pulling his into her and onto the couch. their lips finally met and isaac became so excited. she felt his growing member against her thigh as their kisses got heavier.

she palmed isaac through his pants and he threw his head back and moaned “shhh we don’t wanna get caught, do we?” “no no no” issac shook his head and began to rut his hips against y/ns hand.

she flipped on top of him and pulled him out of his sweats and boxers. she began to pump his member. she then moved her shorts and panties to the side and slid his red and leaking member through her folds, he hissed at the feeling

that feeling started bubbling up in her again. pride. confidence. triumph. her ego swelled in her chest, her head spinning.

she finally sank down on him and she watched as he threw his head back and gasped, his hands flying to her hips like a lifeline. as if he would float away if he didn’t grab ahold of her. she leaned down and kissed his cheek and whispered “tell me when you’re ready for me to move” and biting his earlobe. his whole body shook at just that feeling alone

“o-okay..” he whimpered as she began to lift off of him and back down. his eyes stayed shut and he sighed as she felt her walls wrapped around him.

she only got about 6 bounces in before he was a complete mess underneath her. he was whimpering and her name leaving his lips in such a hushed town made her chest tighten, in a wonderful way. “i’m gonna cum, y/n”

“then do it sweet boy. be a good boy and cum in me” and those words alone sent him over the edge. moans slipped from his mouth like gods prayer.

finally she slipped off of him, gently putting him away in his sweats. she kissed his forehead and offered some snacks to him which he gladly took. she rubbed his arms as he snacked on some chips

“goodnight y/n” he smiled at her and she nodded back at him as he got up to go upstairs.

y/n grabbed her wash bag and went to the downstairs bathroom to shower.

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her original plan was to skip with cole and jackie, she never thought she’d be in a game of truth or dare, having cole kiss her infront of everyone and y/n kissing jackie due to not telling anyone who she lost her virginity to, dylan giving her a warning look before she refused and kissed jackie.

but she actually liked jackie, a lot. jackie and y/n grew very close, so close that night when cole had brought y/n and jackie back from the party, jackie made a move on y/n. y/n would’ve never expected it but being under the influence, she had the liquid courage to return the kiss. it got heated fairly fast

jackie crawled on top of y/n as she gripped her hips, jackie was straddled across y/ns thigh which only fueled y/n to move her hips against it. jackie gasped and y/n took the chance to kiss down jackie’s neck “is this okay?” y/n asked

“yes. oh god yes” jackie’s sounded so desperate to be touched, like she had never been before. which she hadn’t, not by anyone else atleast. only herself

so when y/ns hands tore off jackie shirt and her lips made her way down jackie’s chest she moaned, loud. she covered jackie’s mouth and laid her down “shhh babygirl. we can’t be too loud or the boys will hear us. we don’t want cole to try and join” “why would cole try and join?”

“you didn’t know we have been fucking?” y/n sat up and jackie shook her head

“what if i want him to join?” jackie whispered

“oh baby girl i can make that happen. just gotta let me get a taste of you before he ruins you” she smirked as she pulled jackie’s panties off

jackie gasped at the cool air making contact with her most intimate parts

y/n couldn’t have put collect the wetness in her folds and getting a taste. she immediately knew she needed a taste, as her tongue made contact with jackie’s swollen bundle of nerves she gasped loudly. “fuck y/n” she moaned out

“shhh babygirl let me take good care of you”

“hey! how are you feel- oh wow” it was no other than cole himself. i looked at him and so did jackie. “jesus christ. that’s so sexy” he stepped in and shut the door, turning the lock.

“jackie it’s fate. still want him here to join or do you wanna make him watch?”

“i don’t care but if you don’t put your mouth back on me y/n i might lose it”

“okay baby girl. okay.” she smiled at her

“cole, i want you to fuck me while i eat her pretty pussy” i said looking at him and he wasted no time

i went back to devouring her sweetness as coke slid into my dripping cunt and began rocking into me like he never had before. my fingers met jackie entrance, sliding in with ease. she was a moaning mess and it turned me on even more.

soon jackie came and cole not long after.

“goodnight princess.” y/n said to her as her eyes began to get heavy “goodnight coley” she winked at him and he lets himself out.

‘man i need a shower’ y/n thought to herself as she grabbed her night gown and wash bag.

y/n went downstairs to shower so she didn’t wake anyone upstairs.

as she crept past alex and nathan’s room she saw alex was still up and nathan was passed out on his bed.

“alex” she whispered

his hand found his headset and he looked at y/n like he had been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to “oh hey, y/n” he looked at her

“just wanted to say hi. i’m going to shower” he nodded and stared at the back of her as she walked away

he heard y/ns name leave jackie’s mouth, only in the way he saw in porn. he couldn’t believe she had sex with almost everyone except him.

‘when was it his turn, when did he get to experience y/ns moans? when was it his turn to feel so good?’ he thought

he decided he would need to make the first move, he didn’t know when but he would.

unfortunately the more he thought about it, the harder he got. he couldn’t do it anymore.

before he knew it, his feet were taking him to where he knew she was.

he stood there, hand on the doorknob. he hoped it wasn’t locked. he prayed it wasn’t.

he turned the knob and thankfully it wasn’t.

he opened the door and heard y/n humming but as soon as the door creaked, it stopped. “hello?” she said in a scared voice.

he cleared his throat “it’s alex”

that was the first time y/n had ever heard his voice sound that way, deep and needy.

she pulled the shower curtain and looked at him

“are you.. are you okay?” she asked, concerned

his eyes traveled over her face and wet hair. he felt his mouth dry and his cock jump in his sweats. the words began to just fall out of his mouth

“how is it you’ve fucked almost everyone in this house and you still haven’t made a move on me. i’ve wanted you longer than anyone in this house. longer than anyone in school. longer than anyone in this fucking town, y/n/n… it’s not fair.”

“oh alex..” she sighed but before she could continue he stepped closer

his eyes held so much lust and need in them, her knees felt weak.

no one has ever made her feel so small yet so good at the same time

“hearing jackie moan your name, cole, and isaac. they all get to praise your name but it would never mean as much as it leaving my mouth. i would praise it, i would use it like a prayer. my vise. my lifeline. plus i know. i just know i can make you feel so much better” he was face to face with her name, feet just at the edge of the shower. he contemplated on just getting in, fully clothed he didn’t care. he wanted her so unbelievably bad.

she wanted him too. she could feel herself becoming wet at his words. her pussy clenching around nothing, which killed her.

“al-alex” she whispered

“i’ve been hearing cole fuck you into his mattress and against these walls for two years. now you fuck isaac and jackie? two years i’ve dreamt of getting to feel you, to kiss you, to taste you, to fuck you and take care of you. yet you fuck everyone who only is in it for themselves? pathetic” he spat

y/ns legs almost failed her.

“a-alex..”

“no. you don’t get to say anything, y/n/n. i’ve wanted you for so long. i remember the first time i watched you walk into this house, you were wearing that sundress with a jacket over your arm. you waved at us and i watched you go up those stairs and i prayed you’d come back down. i prayed and begged the universe to let you come back down but you didn’t for a while. i knew it was too late, i could only ask myself one question and it was ‘why not me?’ because i wanted it to be me so bad and then i had to wait. i’m done waiting. it’s too much, y/n. i keep myself up at night wondering when it’ll be MY turn.” he sighed rubbing his temples and dragging his hands down his face

“it’s just not fair” he whispered to her, putting his forehead against her wet one

so she did the only thing she could think to do and pulled him into the shower with her.

he held onto her hips tight and kept his forehead on hers, the warm water soaking his clothing.

“tell me this is okay, y/n. or i’ll get out right now and we can pretend this never happened. i’ll walk away and pretend i’m not dying to fuck you.”

y/n almost lost it

somehow no one had ever truly asked her if SHE was okay with it, if SHE felt good.

and it truly made a world of difference.

y/n felt something she hadn’t before, it was hunger. desire. a need penetrating so deep inside of her she thought she’d starve.

alex stared into her eyes waiting for something, anything.

“please, alex. this is okay, completely okay” she sighed brushing her lips against the shell of his ear.

he groaned and wasted no time dropping to his knees and wrapped her legs around his head and dove into her

he licked a strip through her cunt, tasting so much better than he could have ever dreamed

“a-alex” she moaned out

he thanked her music being on a speaker in the bathroom because he needed to hear her pretty moans.

he was devouring her like a man starved.

she could barely hold back her orgasm before she let out a shrill gasp

Alex felt such a pride in his chest knowing that in minutes he had her cumming on his face

he quickly stood up and discarded his clothes, throwing them to the back wall.

he wrapped his hand around y/ns throat and crashing his lips into hers.

the kiss was so needy and passionate. nothing y/n had ever felt before.

soon enough he turned her around, chest agains the wall of the shower. he let a hand glide over the curve of her ass before bringing his hand down onto it, leaving a perfect mark against it.

he did it again and again, y/n couldn’t help but squeal at the last one as it was the hardest one.

“and that’s for saving me for last, angel.” he smirked, kissing the back of her shoulder.

soon enough, he slid into y/ns velvet warmth

his groan couldn’t be contained no matter how hard he tried, he had never felt such a feeling against himself before

she moaned as she felt him slide in, inch by inch.

as soon as he bottomed out, she let out a loud moan “oh alex” she sighed, her head falling against the cold shower wall

her skin felt like it was on fire

alex felt the exact same

his hands found her hair, wrapping a makeshift ponytail around his fist and pulling back hard.

her head met his shoulder and he gave her a simple and sweet kiss to the cheek before pounding into her relentlessly

he held himself back from cumming right then and there as her mason slipped out with his name in between a few of them.

he didn’t let up as her moans became more high pitched

knowing she was close he kept his thrusts the same, soon enough he felt her clenching around him.

her whole body felt like it was being electrocuted, her legs began to shake and tremble.

y/n thought they would give out from underneath her, alex took notice of this and put his arms around her hips, holding her up.

his hand found her clit and her moans somehow grew louder

his relentless attack inside of her was beginning to slow and get sloppy

she knew he would cum soon, she wanted him to cum soon. she didn’t know if she could handle another orgasm but sure enough he brought it upon her

he went to pull out but y/n stopped him “cum in me, alex. come on baby boy, cum in me”

that itself sent alex in a tumble, y/n felt his hot ropes painting her walls.

she moaned at the feeling itself and before she knew it, she was cumming again.

how could just him cumming in her, make her orgasm? this orgasm was different too, it was heavy, it was stronger than anyone’s she’s ever had.

“you just squirted” alex laughed

“what? no i didn’t” she stood up and sure enough, beads of water sat on his thickness and pelvic bone (it wasn’t from the water of the shower either)

she gasped

“that’s never, uh, happened before”

“what did i tell you? hmm?” alex grabbed her hips and pulled her into a sweet kiss, which she just melted into.

“you’re right. you’re right” she smiled pushing her forehead against his

“come on let’s actually clean up” he replied grabbing the body wash for them.

they showered together, washing eachothers bodies and hair.

something so intimate that y/n had never experienced before, it was nice.

y/n ended up falling asleep in alex’s room that night with no consequences from the walter parents

to say the least, nights like those lasted for years.

and years.

and years.

until y/n and alex had their own little babies running around on farm land

just the way y/n imagined it would be.

[d-z20]

The Ballad of Agatha Harkness

Ongoing (but paused)

Summary: The night of Agatha Harkness's birth was anything but ordinary. Under the shroud of a lunar eclipse, magic crackled in the air as a formidable coven prepares for a moment that will change their legacy forever. In the shadowed heart of a forest clearing outside Salem, power and prophecy intertwine, weaving an eerie harmony with the haunting notes of a song carried from a nearby tavern. As the storm inside and outside the chamber grows, unseen eyes watch from the veil, drawn by the promise of a destiny both dangerous and extraordinary. - OR - The backstory of Agatha Harkness we were robbed of

A/N: Big sad that we didn’t get more Agatha (and Rio) backstory so I’m taking matters into my own hands and taking us back to the very beginning. It's going to be like so so gay dude

Any 18+ chapters are not essential to the plot and can be skipped

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Navigation

Chapter 1: Birth Under Darkness

Chapter 2: Shadows of Youth

Chapter 3: Sorrow and Solace

Chapter 4: A Difference Punished

Chapter 5: The Night of Reckoning

Chapter 6: Whispers Made Flesh

Chapter 6.5: Before the Dawn (NSFW)

Chapter 7: In Her Shadow

Chapter 8: The Hunter's Moon/A Kiss With Death

Chapter 9: Death's Dilemma

Chapter 10: A Confrontation of Hearts

Chapter 10.5: Death and the Woman That Defied Her (NSFW)

Chapter 11: Power Plays

Chapter 12: Twisted Bonding

Chapter 13: The Confession of Death

Chapter 13.5: She Who Comes for Death (NSFW)

Chapter 14: Love in the Darkness

Chapter 15: Mercy Is Overrated

Chapter 16: The Delicate Balance

These chapters are coming soon:

Shifting Tides

Life and Death

Two Years Of Blood

[nousrose]

The dissolving, uniting forces combine what to us have been incompatible: attraction with repulsion, darkness with light, the erotic with the destructive. If we can allow these opposites to meet they move our inner resonance to a higher vibratory plane, expanding consciousness into new realms…The sacred marriage or coniunctio, the impulse to unite seeming opposites, does indeed seem to lie at the heart of the subtle body’s imaginal world. One important characteristic of the coniunctio is its paradoxical dual action. The creative process of each sacred marriage, or conjoining of opposites, involves not only the unitive moment of joining together in a new creation or third, but also, as I have mentioned, a separating or darkening moment. The idea that “darkness comes before dawn” captures this essential aspect of creativity…In alchemical language, when darkness falls, it is said to be the beginning of the inner work or the opus of transformation. The old king (ego) must die before the new reign dawns. The early alchemists called the dark, destructive side of these psychic unions the blackness or the nigredo. Chaos, uncertainty, disillusionment, depression, despair, or madness prevails during these liminal times of making death. The experiences surrounding these inner experiences of darkness and dying (the most difficult aspects were called mortificatio) may constitute our culture’s ruling taboo. This taboo interferes with our moving naturally to stage two in the individuating process, a process that requires that we pass through a descent into the underworld of the Dark Feminine realities of birthing an erotic intensity that leads to dying. Entranced by our happily-ever-after prejudiced culture, we often do not see that in any relationship, project or creative endeavor or idea some form of death follows naturally after periods of intense involvement. When dark experiences befall, we tend to turn away, to move as quickly as possible to something positive or at least distracting, away from the negative affects of grieving, rage, terror, rotting and loss we associate with darkness and dying.

Embrace of the Daimon

Sandra Dennis

[loving-family-poll]

2nd Ultimate Incest Tournament - Round 2

Propaganda under the cut

Jesus/Mary:

And then Jesus did fucketh his mother amen

Cmon man it’d be really fucking funny

It's never gonna happen BUT imagine if the last poll ended up being Jesus/Mary vs Lestat/Gabrielle. Heavenly Mom/Son VS Trashfire Creatures Of Darkness Mom/Son

Technically double incest due to the Holy Trinity: Jesus is God, which means he's both Mary's son and Mary's Father. Insert "calling your son Daddy" joke here

We wouldn't have Michelangelo's Pietà or Fabrizio De André's La buona novella concept album without them

Mary pretty much pushed Jesus into performing his own first (official/canonically recognized) public miracle at the Wedding at Caanan. If she hadn't spoken up? Not only would the wedding itself been a disaster and tanked the couple's reputation, but Jesus would have spent his life being like "uhm, but I should wait for a REALLY important occasion to use my divine power..." until like Lazarus

What if you were young and pure and unused to much besides life in a temple and your entire existence was shrouded in prophecy and mysticism to the point you were Chosen by God as the vessel for His own incarnation but then said incarnation turned out to be like. Just a child, besides the occasional weird Unearthly Wisdom Moment or early miracle. And what if you loved that child above anything else, despite having been forced to flee from your homeland due to his very conception putting you at risk of persecution and death, despite having had to give birth to him in rather miserable conditions, despite your husband almost leaving you over him. And then it turned out your child was never yours to begin with, but the whole world's sacrificial lamb, and you had to watch him suffer through one of the most excruciating forms of torture in history after the betrayal of his friends, and watch him be mocked and insulted and denied a chance of salvation right before that, to the point that even he, who had previously literally walked on water and raised the dead from their graves, eventually lost hope and despaired. And his last, anguished words were for his silent Father, asking why He'd abandoned him, but you were there the whole time, there near the cross you knew you'd watch him die on, and he'd tried giving you one of his own disciples, the one he loved the most, as another son to lessen your pain, to give you someone else to live for, but how could he ever expect you to be able to love again like that?

Gerard/Mikey:

brothers from new jersey. grew up spending a lot of their time together in the basement. we've all heard of flowers in the attic time for flowers in the basement. disgustingly in each other's space constantly. weird offputting freaks you met at a house party or basement show once. they share dawn of the dead in their list of favorite movies which i think is just kind of cute.

went to a smashing pumpkins concert together and decided being in a band is what they wanted out of life.

became the vocalist and the bassist for one of the most influential emo bands of the 2000s. as with any band that tours, especially in early days when you're not that popular, just a lot of room sharing and being noticeably in each other's space. people also consistently joking that they can read each other's minds.

gerard wrote "brother" about mikey and it's suspiciously close to another song he wrote ("summertime") which is straight up one of the most heartwrenching love songs mcr has ever come up with which is really really saying something. not to downplay brother either, because its pretty crazy. actually im just submitting summertime and brother as propaganda.

gerard has, on stage: licked mikey's nipple, pantomimed giving him a handjob, and generally groped him.

my personal favorite is the time gerard had to physically pick up and move mikey to keep him from getting set on fire from stage pyrotechnics.

they also look nothing like each other until they really really do which isn't exactly propaganda so much as porn material. you put glasses on gerard or take glasses off mikey and get them looking the same way and they look literally like the same person

in an interview gerard described teenage mikey as ‘wearing tight, black clothes’, ‘looking like a hooker’, and ‘looking like a piece of chicken’

gerard has gotten up close and personal with mikey during performances of destroya (a song in which 90% of the lyrical content is him moaning) to the point where during a performance one of their bandmates yelled ‘get away from your brother’ at him

gerard also ran a hand through mikey’s sweaty, sweaty hair and along his jaw, then licked it

gerard has written frequently about incest, and when asked which of his characters he related to the most said one who was in love with her brother

gerard is into lots of strange stuff (vomit, piss, inflation, potentially guro) it really would not be a stretch for him to be into incest

This Gif (https://www.tumblr.com/gerardcest/764335264300744704/why-does-he-touch-his-brother-like-that?source=share)

[slackerlifewhere]

Cale does not know everything

Why did anyone think he did?

[Note: There will be SPOILERS about the first part of TCF so if you haven't finished the first part or you don't want spoilers, I suggest you don't continue. Thanks!]

When I first read the novel, the most common mistake new readers often make was they all thought that Cale is omniscient and because he knows everything, it's inevitable that he'll be OP. "Which is the same boring cliche KR novels and manhwa are nowadays." Yeah, I saw the comments. There were a lot.

I think, once again, it's because of how in most KR novels and manhwa, the main character usually knows the whole story of a novel they read or a game they played before they transmigrate to another world. They don't have all the details but it's more than what Kim Rok Soo knows.

Because that's the thing. The difference is that Kim Rok Soo doesn't know the whole story. In fact, he only read up until five volumes of "The Birth of a Hero" before he transmigrated in another world.

He, like us, doesn't know how the story ends.

I might be getting repetitive but the reason why I love TCF is because the author, Yoo Ryeo Han, doesn't share everything to us right off the bat.

They never info dump us with the whole story about how OG Cale actually made a deal with the God of Death, about Kim Rok Soo's past as an ability user, about Choi Jung Soo, and about the existence of the White Star. Instead, all these plot points are gradually revealed later in the story.

And I honestly prefer it like this. This way, we can only guess what will happen next. It's not a boring story but a mysterious one because there's something we won't expect.

The story starts with Kim Rok Soo opening his eyes in another world.

We are never completely told what Kim Rok Soo read before he transmigrated. The most he tells us is a summary and a few details here and there at the start of the novel.

We only find out more by experiencing it through Cale's point of view. We read his thoughts about the novel. And we follow him in his journey around the Eastern and Western continents.

But as mentioned at the beginning, he doesn't know how The Birth of a Hero ends. His knowledge stops at the end of volume five. Everything else depends on him.

But even before the war happens, there are already some hints that Cale doesn't actually have all the information he needs. He is not fully equipped with everything about the book. He, like us, is in the dark about certain factors that can affect his goals.

Indestructible Shield

When the shield was first mentioned, Cale questioned why no one took it.

'No wonder nobody ended up taking control of it. But then why would the author mention something that could be useful but was never actually taken by anybody?’

- Chapter 11: Picked It Up

It's odd because it's found in the territory where Choi Han appears in the beginning of the story. Yet from volume one to volume five, not a single soul knew of its existence.

It's the first ancient power he gets because he read the book and he's the only one who knows about it. He doesn't know why it's there, he doesn't know why no one took it, nor does he question it any further. His only goal was to get it.

It's only when the Glutton Priestess tells him about her past that he finally gets the bigger picture.

The fact that this tidbit was shrugged off by Cale, and probably some readers, as something unimportant only to find out later in the story about its huge connection to the original White Star is just insane. And it's the reason why the books he read aren't informative at all. Because why did it leave out this piece of information if they want him to use it to save their world?

He didn't even know a single thing about the current White Star at the start of the story and here is a random ancient power sitting prettily in the Henituse territory that actually has a connection to the same guy Cale Barrow wants to imitate. He was utterly clueless like the rest of us.

I'm not gonna lie, I was shaking my head by how dumbfounded I was when I first read the novel. I was questioning everything I read in the early chapters, thinking if there's something else that I didn't notice (there were a lot actually).

The fact that the author gives us only a little info about the tree where the shield was found and its connection to the other ancient powers only solidified my respect by how good the author is at hiding this plot until the big reveal.

The Wolf Tribe

‘The novel didn’t say which of the divine items they brought.’

If Cale knew what the divine item was, he would be able to get one step closer to the identity of the secret organization. Unfortunately, the novel only described how the Wolf Tribe became weak because of the divine item. He had no way to determine the identity of the secret organization.

- Chapter 32: You

When Cale sends Choi Han to find Rosalyn and Lock, Choi Han returns with Lock who was about to transform into his berserk mode.

Later, Choi Han explains what happened and Cale realizes that a lot of things changed compared to what happened in the book. For one, Lock did not hide and fought back against Arm. Another is instead of assassins, the ones that appeared are official members.

For some, including me, this can be excused because of Cale's actions. He's a new variable to the story and thus, he ends up changing a lot of scenarios that happened in the story.

But, thinking about it, this is the only thing that is completely different from what happened in the books. Everything else is the same aside from when Cale is actively doing something like becoming a guardian to three kids or getting the ancient powers that originally belongs to someone else. Unless Cale acts, nothing actually changes.

There's the bombing at the plaza that also changed but that can still be excused as Cale ruining Arm's movements early on and them revising their plans.

Lock however, is not influenced by Cale. He could've stayed hidden just like in the book but in this case, he didn't. Arm could've sent assassins but they didn't. There is no reason for them to change from assassins to official members. Plus, instead of killing all of them, the wolf children survived.

This is not because of Cale.

So...does that mean that the book he read is not completely reliable?

Pretty much, yeah. Which already answers the question if he knows everything like a cliche main character does. No, he doesn't know everything. And the books he read can be taken as a guidebook but an incomplete one with a few mistakes here and there.

Let me remind you that this happened before the war started and there's already something Cale doesn't know or expect.

[Side note: I only realized this whole bit about the Wolf Tribe while reading a freaking reaction fic. If I had not read that fic, I wouldn't even realize how weird this one is. Am I dumb? Don't answer that.]

White Star

Another reason why Cale is not omniscient even though he looks and acts like it, is because he didn't find out about the White Star until the war against Arm and the Indomitable Alliance.

This man is like a god to his followers and allies and not a single person in Cale's group and even outside of it knows about him. Not even Ron, who has his whole family annihilated and later loses his arm in the process, knows about him.

Again, the five volumes of The Birth of a Hero never mentions this elusive White Star. The only reason he knows about this guy is through interrogation and torture. So when he finally appears in the Mogoru Empire, all Cale felt was anger and fear.

Because this unexpected factor is dangerous.

Cale knows they're completely unprepared to face this new player in the game. Eruhaben, an ancient dragon, was getting his ass kicked by this man who suddenly appeared out of nowhere and the dragon even told them to run. What everyone considers a very strong existence in this world is telling them that there's no hope in defeating him.

And the most shocking out of all of this is that Cale never expected how the White Star knows that Cale and Choi Han have their "time warped for them". He knows something about Cale just by looking at him.

So the books by this point are basically useless and he has to rely on himself and others to plan ahead of time. He works extremely hard for it.

He has to dig information using his Record to find out about White Star. He has to talk to the World Tree to get the weapon to use against the White Star. He has to talk to Sheritt to know more about the White Star and his curse. And he has to find out from OG Cale himself on how to finally kill the White Star.

It took the whole book to finally defeat him.

And none of these are mentioned in the books he read.

So Cale, in conclusion, does not know everything like what some readers once complained about. He has some pieces of the puzzle but it's like if he needs a hundred pieces to complete the puzzle and he only has ten, then he's never gonna complete it.

He knew about the first five volumes and the rest were just him and his allies' hard work. It's pretty much why he's so stressed in the whole book, zooming around the two continents just to look for the White Star's weakness while also juggling different problems like more wars or the God of Despair or finding the earth attribute the White Star needs.

So yeah. Don't judge a book by the first few chapters and expect to know everything.

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Alberu better give him his slacker life when this story ends.

Nelan Barrow and the God of Death really made him work for it.

I'm not gonna lie, I want someone (Cale) to kidnap Choi Jung Gun and interrogate him about why the heck he didn't explain the important bits in his "guidebook" and why the whole thing about the wolf tribe became different from what was written. He could've at least mentioned what the secret organization's name is but he left it to Cale instead. It's just the name, CJG. Why are you hiding it? Is Choi Han in the books really that slow or what? If you want someone to save your world, at least send more information like the name of the secret organization. You talked about the Indestructible Shield's location but can't spell Arm? Shame on you, CJG.

If it wasn't KRS that was transmigrated and it's just a random normal person, that person would've died even before meeting the White Star.

Or maybe Nelan Barrow just wants to be an author like Yoo Ryeo Han and be all mysterious about it.

[bonefall]

Who’s Juniperclaw again? Also the quote about ruthlessness? Staring curiously

Canon!Juniperclaw is tigerHeartstar's nephew, son of Dawnpelt and brother to Strikestone and Sleekwhisker.

He was the first deputy of ShadowClan after tigerHeartstar's return, until he tried to pressure SkyClan into leaving the Lake in AVOS by poisoning their food. No one was hurt any worse than "bad tummyache," but he was exiled anyway. He then died rescuing Shadowkit from a flooded river QuickTime event.

We found out that he went to the Dark Forest in TBC. He was allowed to become the guardian of the tunnel between the Place of No Stars and StarClan's Hunting Grounds, in the hopes of finding redemption.

For BB this is all a bit different;

I've been waiting for a while for the perfect opportunity to rise to rework Juniperclaw's story.

I REALLY like the idea of his poisoning, his exile, and his placement in the Dark Forest... but the back half of AVoS is baddd.

Plus, it's just too bloodless. If he's going to get DARK FOREST over this, I expect a body count.

So now, his actions lead to at least 3 deaths. Leafstar is one of them, Sparkpelt was ALMOST another but Hollylark uses xeir powers to die in her place, and Flickerkit dies shortly before his birth.

ANYWAY JUNIPERCLAW

I feel like he wasn't expecting the death toll to be so devastating.

This event is being moved to Squirrelflight's Horror. Juniper's plot was that he was going to do this poisoning to blame it on The Sisters.

He just wanted SkyClan off ShadowClan land, he figured if he convinced Leafstar that the Sisters are a threat that needs to be dealt with that she'd move

He didn't think it would kill three people, just make them sick! Maybe just ONE of Leafstar's lives! And how was he supposed to know ThunderClan's leader's daughter would have a bowl?!

This plan probably works, but the guilt EATS Juniperclaw alive. He got exactly what he wanted-- a battle patrol against expectant queens.

I can't see this secret going on too long, someone rats him out and he crumbles. He can't live with it anymore.

But in Waspstar's eyes, an exile was a light punishment. Exactly what xey expected out of Heartstar, so openly biased for her family, not taking the death of SkyClan's leader as the murder that it was.

Xey dealt with this by sending a message; all "honored" guests could come and pay their respects to Leafstar.

Juniperclaw isn't invited explicitly... but the message reaches him. It is implied. So he comes, hoping to offer his sincere regrets.

I'm trying to figure out the cat equivalent of "Being taken out back and shot" is lmao

Professional mob boss kind of hit. Someone takes out the pistol with a silencer and ends his existence in the back alley as the loud party inside drowns out the sound of the shot. Do you understand me

Whoever the "hitman" was, Waspstar is the one who ordered it and xey take full responsibility.

The kill was clean. Not messy. Juniperclaw didn't suffer-- unlike his victims.

Juniperclaw goes to the Dark Forest like canon, but in BB he isn't the only border guard. He's buddies with Mudclaw and Appledusk.

The line about ruthlessness I mentioned offhandedly is this one from KA Applegate. I'm pretty sure it's from Animorphs.

"People don’t understand the word ruthless. They think that it means ‘mean.’ It’s not about being mean. It’s about seeing the bright, clear line that leads from A to B. The line that goes from motive to means. Beginning to end. It’s about seeing that bright, clear line and not caring about anything but the beautiful fact that you can see the solution."

It's become a popular paragraph as of late, because it slaps.