#yeah daemon's here too I guess

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Blank Room Peas.avi pt 2

[delulujuls]

the right one | jacaerys velaryon

hi, here comes the pt2 for the other one because i think i might actually be falling in love with jace lmao.

for the first time on this blog i tried not to use y/n mentioning because i know that not everyone is a fan of it so yeah, i hope i did well

also i know that the tension is immaculate here so i might write a smutty smut in pt3 eventually so lmk what you think!

summary: the hardened and hateful heart of the future king of westeros is no match for the tender and loving heart of the young prince of dragonstone. so it's not difficult to guess whose heart belongs to the young targaryen princess

warnings: swearing, mentions of threatening with a knife

pairing: sister!targaryen reader x jacaerys velaryon (ft. best-uncle-in-the-world daemon, aemond and this little menace to humanity aegon)

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The young princess sat at the table, but her mind was elsewhere. She didn't participate in the lively conversations, nor did she laugh and joke as she had the previous evening during the feast. Her gaze was fixed on her wine goblet, from which she had not taken a single sip. Her silverware was also untouched.

The girl's behavior did not go unnoticed by those present. Jacaerys, who sat across from her, immediately noticed something was wrong. He didn't have the courage to ask, so he was relieved when the king took that burden off his shoulders.

"Is something troubling you, dear daughter?" he asked, addressing her. The princess didn't hear his question at first; she only came to her senses when Helaena nudged her arm.

"I must have caught a chill," she replied, adjusting her high-collared dress. "My throat hurts."

Aegon wished he could sink into the ground. He remembered the events of the previous night vaguely but knew what had happened. He knew what he had done. He sat next to his sister just as they had been seated the day before but he saw her pull her chair away. She had every right to. He had gone too far.

The king didn't notice Aegon's broken nose, which had been tended to by a maester that morning, nor did he remark on Jacaerys' bruised brow, which he tried to hide under his dark curls. Small scuffles between the boys were normal, and since everyone was sitting at the table eating together, he figured nothing major had happened. He was, however, worried about his daughter.

Daemon was not as blind as his brother, who might have been somewhat blinded by his illness. Viserys, however, had long failed to notice what was consuming his family. Perhaps he simply didn't want to see.

"A sore throat?" he asked as they both left the dining room. "Really?"

"I don't know what you mean," she replied, avoiding his gaze.

Daemon, however, watched her closely, and her reaction only confirmed his suspicion that something was wrong.

"I'm sure I have something for that," he said, nodding towards the corridor leading to the right. His look indicated he wouldn't take no for an answer. The girl followed him without a word. When they were in Daemon's chambers, the princess knew that lies were unnecessary. Her uncle must have seen through her at the table.

"So?" he asked, closing the door. "I'm all ears."

"I don't want to talk about it," she said, looking at him. The prince now saw even more clearly her puffy eyes from crying and her chapped lips. "Besides, it's nothing significant."

"Nothing significant, yet you wasted a night crying," he observed, pouring wine and offering her a goblet. She shook her head, so he took a sip himself.

The princess looked at him silently. She had no arguments. Daemon knew this perfectly well.

The young girl sighed, accepting her defeat. She lowered her gaze and unbuttoned a few buttons of her collar, which was fastened up to her chin. She parted the fabric to reveal her fair skin, marked by a thin, bloody cut.

Daemon took a sip from the goblet and set it down, approaching his niece. He pulled the fabric aside a bit more, looking at her neck.

"Care to share how you got that?"

"Aegon is a maniac who should be locked up in the Sept and treated," she said bitterly. "A drunk who thinks he's the lord of the world, to whom everyone must bow."

"So, I hope you taught him a lesson in humility?" he asked, moving to the table and picking up one of the ointments. He unscrewed it, returning to the girl and taking some on his finger.

"He has the same mark on his neck."

Daemon chuckled, shaking his head.

"You are impossible, I swear by the Seven," he scoffed, applying the ointment to the cut on her neck.

"They attacked Jace. I couldn't let that happen," she said, frowning. "Those fools think they can terrorize anyone they want. It's not true!"

The prince smiled, sitting down after a moment and taking the goblet in his hand.

"You defended Jacaerys?"

The young princess blushed and looked away. However, she nodded.

"Then it's clear," he answered, crossing his legs. "Aegon is jealous."

"He's a complete idiot!" she said angrily, pouring herself some wine. "Maybe I won't marry him after all, and what then? Maybe they'll find me another husband?"

"I'm afraid the decision has already been made, little bird," he said, looking at her. Her pale cheeks were flushed with embarrassment over her lover and anger at her brother.

"We're connected only by blood and name, nothing more," she cut bitterly, taking a sip of wine. "I will never love someone with such a hardened heart."

"Not like Jacaerys, right?" he asked, glancing at her. He was smiling, but it was a sad smile. All he could do was pity his niece.

"He's a good boy," she said, pressing the cool metal of the goblet to her lips. "His wife will be the happiest girl in Westeros."

This, however, could not be expected by Aegon's future wife. The young prince hadn't learned much from the previous night's events, as he refrained from drinking only at breakfast. But when only the maids remained in the dining room, he emptied almost half a jug of wine himself.

"Will you tell me what happened last night?" Aemond spoke from behind him, causing the elder brother to almost spill his wine. "I know you didn't go straight back to your room."

"Are you following me?" he looked at him nervously, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"I was checking if you could make it back to bed in your current state."

The maids, who were cleaning up after breakfast, glanced at each other out of the corners of their eyes. Aegon felt their gazes on him.

"Get out!" he shouted, gesturing for them to leave. Shortly after, the brothers were alone. Aegon sat heavily in one of the chairs and rubbed his face with his hands.

"I threatened her with a knife," he said quietly, feeling his confession burn his throat. "I threatened her with a knife while Helaena was asleep inches away."

He shook his head, reaching for the wine goblet. "If I had been more drunk, Helaena might have woken up in a bed full of blood with a corpse next to her."

Aemond only needed the first sentence from his brother. He took the goblet from his hand and threw it across the dining room. Aegon froze.

"This has to stop," Aemond said quietly and calmly, but sharply and firmly at the same time. "This has gone too far, Aegon."

The young prince rubbed his face with his hands and leaned on the armrests, pressing his joined fingers to his lips. His younger brother was right. He had crossed the line.

"You know I'm always on your side, but you threatened our sister," he shook his head. "I can't agree to something like that."

Aegon gritted his teeth and lowered his head. He felt tears in his eyes. He felt anger, regret, and guilt. But he wasn't angry at himself; he was angry at Jacaerys. He believed the fault lay with him, and if he hadn't been hitting on his sister, nothing would have happened.

"You're right," he sniffed. "I should kill that mongrel."

Aemond clenched his jaw. He didn't recognize the person before him. Had he been so blindly devoted to his brother all these years that he hadn't noticed what a monster he had become?

"You want to...kill him?" he asked, looking at him. He wanted to make sure he understood correctly.

Aegon nodded.

"It's all his fault!" he slammed his hands on the table. "If it weren't for him, none of this would have happened, and I wouldn't have raised a hand against that bitch!"

Aemond now saw before him not his beloved brother but a maniac wrapped in alcohol, hatred, and delusions. Tears were streaming down Aegon's face, but it was hard to tell their nature. Sorrow over hurting his sister? Anger? If so, at whom? At Jacaerys? At his sister? At himself?

However, Aegon wasn't the only one crying. In the doorway of the dining room stood their sister, who, drawn by the sound of the thrown goblet, had quietly peeked her head in. She had heard the entire conversation between her brothers and was devastated.

"You really are a monster," she said in a trembling voice. Two pairs of eyes turned towards her. Aegon hastily stood up, wanting to approach his sister, but Aemond firmly held him back, keeping him in place.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he sobbed, falling to his knees. Aemond still held him tightly, not wanting to let him do anything to their sister. Aegon was now unpredictable and had shown he posed a threat.

"Please, sweet sister!" he shouted, trying to free himself from Aemond's embrace "Please!"

The young princess took a step back, shaking her head and causing another cascade of tears to run down her cheeks. She couldn't believe what her brother had become.

Aegon fell at her feet, apologizing and begging for forgiveness, but she quickly left the dining room. She began heading towards Jacaerys' chambers, hoping to find the young prince there. However, he was busy searching for the girl just as she was.

They met by chance, bumping into each other on one of the staircases. Seeing her tear-streaked face, Jacaerys didn’t even have time to ask what had happened before she threw herself into his arms. He hugged her tightly, pressing her face to his chest.

“Hey, it’s alright,” he whispered, holding her close. “I’m here, it's okay.”

“Take me away from here,” she managed through her tears. She didn’t have to ask twice.

Not long after, they left the castle walls, which seemed to suffocate her. It wasn’t until the cold wind dried the tears on her cheeks that she was able to breathe. They walked along the stone wall towards the beach, not saying a word. The young princess clung to her nephew’s arm, who glanced at her from time to time, sincerely worried.

When they reached the beach, they sat on a salt-worn log cast ashore by the sea. Jacaerys pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to the girl. She wiped her tears, staring at the waves angrily crashing against the shore. After a moment, she turned her gaze to the boy’s face, which looked at her with concern.

“Will you run away with me?” she asked, her voice filled with sorrow. “Far from here. Where the map doesn’t reach.”

The young prince smiled warmly at her and raised his hand, touching her tear-stained cheek and gently caressing it with his thumb.

“I haven’t been to the end of the map yet.”

The girl sniffed and lay down, resting her head on his lap. Jacaerys leaned down and kissed her cheek. He began to stroke her head, gently running his fingers through her hair. He wanted to ask what had happened when he found her crying. He wanted to ask if her mood at breakfast was really due to a sore throat. But he knew his questions were unnecessary and only thing that mattered was the comfort he could offer. The young princess gratefully accepted it.

She closed her eyes, listening to the whistle of the wind and the roar of the waves. After a while, the sound of the sea began to blend with the sound of the boy’s fingers gently moving through her hair. The girl’s bitter face took on a calm expression, and the tears on her cheeks dried. Jacaerys smiled softly to himself. He had calmed a dragon.

“Aegon threatened me with a knife,” the girl spoke after some time. Despite the heavy confession, her voice was calm. “He came to me at night, completely drunk, and tried to intimidate me.”

The young prince clenched his jaw, his whole body tensing. But he didn’t stop stroking her hair. The princess opened her eyes and turned her head away from the sea, fixing her gaze on him. A piece of her dress’s collar had shifted, and Jacaerys noticed the cut on her neck.

“I’m afraid to have someone like him as my husband.”

He cupped her face in his hand, leaning toward her.

“If you have fears, I’ll speak to the king myself,” he said calmly but firmly. “Either he will shake some sense into Aegon, or someone else will seek your hand.”

“No one will be brave enough, Jacaerys,” she shook her head, looking away. “They’ve already announced the news of the upcoming wedding to everyone.”

“I will be,” he said, capturing her violet eyes with his own. “I’m ready to fight for you, princess.”

The girl looked at him in shock, surprised by his words. She didn’t know what to say, but she knew what to do. She entwined her fingers in the prince’s dark curls and pulled him towards her, kissing him tenderly. She poured all the love she had inside into that kiss—a love that would never be given to the right person.

“And if they don’t want a fight, we’ll run away,” he continued, whispering into her lips.

“We’ll run away to where the map doesn’t reach.”

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hey love! if you're still accepting requests, could I get an extremely wild, rough and feral nsfw Daemon x wife fem!reader please? (feel free to ignore and sorry if the request is weird, but I'm thirsty for this handsome fictional man who unfortunately doesn't exist)

Frost Bite

Daemon Targayen x Stark!Reader

Summary: You were travelling back to home soil in anticipation of your wolf's heat cycle. Besides the fact that you could not stand the sound of your prince husband's breathing and the fact you were certain he would perish in the cold, there was one more reason why you did not want him to join you: the fact the heat was affecting you too.

Word Count: 5k+

Warnings: Basically PWP, 5k+ SMUT T_T (non-con [daemon touches her while she's asleep], virgin!reader, she cries for various reasons, fingering, choking, biting, degradation kink, corruption kink, spitting, marking, edging, oral [fem receiving], breeding kink, cream pie), RIP feminism, opens with a wet dream, brief mentions of near death experience in a snow storm, dark!daemon (but imo its just canon daemon) fem!reader, wife!Reader, soft!daemon, typos, etc.

A/N: YEAH MINORS DNI. LOL SO I was planning to write this for my part 2 of my Stark!Reader, but i got lazy and didn't want to create a whole plot leading up to the smut, so i removed it all together, which I guess worked out swell for you nonnie, since I was planning something absolutely unhinged. I hope you liked that fic of mine since you're basically getting a p3 of it So here's part 1, here's part 2, but you don't need to read any of them to understand, but i suggest you do for background cos lol this is PWP T_T Next part ig but its a blurb "✨Magic✨" OMG NEXT PART BUT ITS NOT A BLURB "Moon Cycle" Also nonnie, i wanted to tell you albeit asking for smut is pretty awkward HAHAHAH you gotta process these feelings somehow you know. i mean, we could have been criminals, like Daemon, instead but we're not, and that's what matters (unless you are a criminal in which case im closing my eyes) this gif of him is so large on pc but idc he's so hot MATT I WANT YOU SO BAD FUCK OFF if someone snitches to big brother again like in In Your Defense /: Idk if you want to be, but I'm tagging everyone I tagged in the previous fic, as well as the others that commented there SO HI THIS IS SMUT YOU CAN GO IF YOU WANT LOL HAHHAH @aralezinspace @em-the-lurker @blue1006 @mukduk-not-murder @min-jianhyung @deniixlovezelda @moonmaiden1996 @thatmysteriousblog

I caught him. I caught him doing the very thing I dreaded to catch him do. The one thing I accused him of doing every night, though in my heart of hearts I wished he did not... not that I would ever admit it to his face. Because why would I? Admitting it would mean- "You want me," Daemon heaved against the neck of the woman beneath him. He cranes his neck up as he thrust into her, smirking, eyes dark, "you want this to be you," he pants as he stares at me, "don't you?" I am in my place, frozen, watching and hearing the woman come undone underneath my husband who kisses her tenderly. "Daemon," I whimper helplessly, teary eyed, "Daemon please." "Fuck off."

I jolt awake, sweat sheening my neck and chest. I turn to my bed, empty, because though Daemon insisted we sleep together and I could not fight him in his decision, he did not return to me until nigh dawn.

I wipe my face as I recall my intensifying dreams.

It seems my travels up North would come quicker than anticipated.

And as much as I wanted to tell him I told you so, oh to all the gods, how badly he deserved it, there was no time for me to gloat when Daemon did the very thing I warned him not to, fall into the icy river.

It was instantaneous. The cracking of the ice, the splashing of water, the scream that escaped me. Maybe I should have left him in the cave we kept Caraxes, who he insisted on bringing. But then again he would have insisted on joining me to the cabin, the way he insisted on joining me here up North in the first place.

And now I had to deal with the consequences of his actions.

It was sheer miracle that I got him out of the river without falling into it myself, sheer stupidity of me to rid him of his coat and offer him mine when the blistering snow storm was not relenting, and quite clearly the sheer will of the gods that both of us made it to the cabin... barely.

The moment we walked in, I shut the door and scrambled towards the fireplace. As my fingers shivered, I thought of Havoc, and how at least I know she would find mine and Daemon's corpses if ever we do not make it. I had sent her away when the storm came out of nowhere because we had to find cover for Caraxes, and she would not have been any of help to us if she were here with us anyway.

My poor pup. She would be heartbroken if she saw me frozen. And Caraxes...

I curse the flint, I curse the cold, I curse the gods, and I curse Daemon for every time I failed to light a fire. I thanked the Stranger for finally allowing me the mercy of my eventual success.

Once the fire was burning steady, I get on my feet and run to Daemon, hauling him over to the fire roughly in haste where he helpelessly kneels in front of. He could do nothing but shiver as I scramble to get some dry clothes and sheets for the both of us.

I yank him closer to the fire and begin to undress him.

Seeing as he is nothing but docile to my actions and how his skin was turning grey, I began to grow frantic, "you cannot fucking die, you prick!"

I rip his top off and quickly clothe him, "I did not go through all the trouble of marrying you for nothing. I refuse to be forced into another marriage because your stupid ass froze to death."

Daemon's shudder comes out in a thick condensation.

"Fuck," I whimper, as I struggle to get him out of his boots and breeches.

I shrivel up at the feel of his frozen fingers then brush against my arm and I shake my head rapidly, realizing there was no choice. The only way I can warm him quickly enough is if I share my own.

I strip him naked, pulling off the shirt I struggled to put on him as well, then wrap him in a fur blanket in the meantime. I then take off my own clothes and hiss at the nipping cold.

The fact Daemon does not even look at my naked form strikes a chord in me.

I straighten him up and fix the blankets on his legs and thighs before I sit on his lap. I press my bare chest against his and whimper at his dangerously concerning coldness.

He shivers against me as his face rests helplessly on my shoulder. His breath that hits my skin is not even hot.

"Remember, you're too fucking stubborn to die," I say as I wrap my legs around his torso and graciously place his fingers beneath my bottom.

His lack of warmth literally brings tears to my eyes.

I reach out for the other blanket and wrap it over myself, consequently Daemon, before I wrap my arms around him and breathe hotly against his face.

I rub his back, "will you allow irony to take you? The hot blooded prince defeated by the cold?"

He releases a shiver and moves his head. He mutters something, but his quaking body does not allow me to make sense of it.

"Do not waste your energy," I chide.

And so for a long moment, we stay like this, wrapped in each other's arms, sharing each other's heat. I do my best to warm him. I even nuzzle against him, the way Havoc did me, just so I could warm his stupid face.

Daemon finally finds it in him to lean against my touch, and when he does, he mutters under his breath, "irony-" shudder, "-would be if the- N-Northern princ-ces-s-ss died in the cold."

My face contorts and yet I cannot help but chuckle at him, glad he can sputter his nonsense again, "then I should make Caraxes burn you for your stupidity."

I shiver when I feel his icy lips kiss my neck. Goosebumps form on my skin when I feel the hot breath that follows. My hands rake up to his nape, where I then dig my fingers as I pull away.

"N-n-nno!" he stutters, hands coming around my hips to brace me tightly, "I ss-swear I'm not warm yet-t-t."

I pull back again though to face him when I said, "I only wanted to tell you," I lean my forehead against his face, "I fucking told you so, you stupid idiot."

I rest my face on his shoulder and close my eyes, knowing I would not be off him any time soon.

I dream about him. I dream about kissing his shivers away. I dream about pulling the fur blanket that separated our legs away, and riding him until he was warm.

I dream about how good he feels, and how he burns inside me. I dream about calling his name, unlike how I did in my other dreams. I was no longer calling out in betrayal, I was calling out in pleasure.

Daemon.

Daemon.

"Daemon," I trail off in a groan, willing my heavy eyelids open. I feel pressure building up inside me before I understand what's happening.

I not know how, but I am laid on a bed, head on a pillow, form still naked. Daemon is sat up beside me, peering down at me and his hands.

I whine.

His fingers-

"Oh fucking hell," he groans as his other hand begins to knead at my breasts, "you feels so good wrapped around my fingers, I-"

I cut him off with my squeak, hands flying to his arm, thighs closing shut, squeezing this hand in between my thighs.

"Daemon," the dazed quality of my voice is gone.

He tilts his head, face twisting, a challenge.

When I struggle and wrangle against him, all it takes is his hand on my throat to make me go still. I barely manage a choke and my breath continues to leave me as his fingers quicken their pace inside me.

He only releases me after I shake and shudder when I come.

It is overwhelming and nothing at all like I have dreamed or imagined, unlike all the times I've touched myself in secret. It was intense but there was a shame tied to it.

My entire body is hot and tears prick my eyes at his relentless ministrations.

"You were too fucking ready for that," Daemon mutters dryly as he quickly pulls away and shifts in his spot, "how long have you imagined fucking me, hmm?"

Before I even have the brain to do something, he crawls down the bed, "was it when you caught me touching myself to you?" He sinks down, grabbing my legs, "or have you done it before and withheld me of your sweet cunt for no fucking reason?"

All at once, he brings his face between my legs and begins to lick all the slickness off my pulsing core.

"DAEMON!" I scream, pressing my thighs close as I push myself up on my elbows, trying to break free of him.

He ignores me and forces my legs open even as I kick them in protest, "you will not deny me something you so clearly want yourself."

He grunts and pushes my legs down before grabbing my hands that were shoving him away, "you fucking bitch," he grips me tightly, "you will not find it in yourself to fight me off once I make a whore out of you."

I growl at his words, feeling my stomach drop along with my tears because of it.

I was realizing just how strong he really was, and how in moments where our arguments got a bit physical, he has probably holding back. The revelation of this does not cease my attempts at freeing myself, but it is as pointless as I feared.

Daemon rises up from his spot, nearing me, up until he is breathing against my cheek and rubbing his hardened length against my wetness.

I turn away from him, unable to really do anything else and shudder as he speaks, "you said it yourself, you did not go through all this trouble marrying me for nothing."

I screw my eyes shut, feeling tears fall, "Daemon."

He shushes me, pulling my arms up above my head, "you should not worry. I refuse to die now that I know of your lust."

I whimper as he rolls his hips against me, "still, the idea of someone claiming you- fuck-" he groans gutturally, "had I died..." he trails of in another groan, "someone else would have gotten my prize and it would have been all be your fault."

Daemon squeezes my wrist in one hand then grabs my jaw, forcing me to turn to him. I keep my eyes shut though as he heaves hotly, "I should utterly ruin every part of you so you can never have anyone but me. Though make no mistake, I would never let that happen as I so fucking breathe."

"Hypocrite," I scoff.

He laughs and I tense at the feeling of his vibrations, "she speaks."

I dare to look at him as I pant, "you do not desire me. You're just a spoiled brat who merely wants to wet his cock, just like how you do every night."

"Oh," he groans, "is this jealousy I hear?" He squeezes my cheeks, "is my pretty whore jealous that she is not the only one?"

"Fuck you!" I manage out though muffled.

Daemon laughs at the feel of tears rushing down his fingers, "do not cry, foolish wife. I'll have you know I have not wet my cock ever since I called out your name when I fucked someone else before our wedding day."

He releases my face. I attempt to even out my breath.

"I hadn't even realized until she asked me who-"

"And you think you deserve an award for that?!" I quip through my heavy breathing.

He lets out a laugh that makes me whimper, "I think you ought to know that mine own want for you has made everyone else undesirable," he licks my cheek, making me pull my head away from him, "I have been so pent up in want and for what? Because you're too bull headed to allow me anything other than my lonely hand?"

I try to wrangle out of his grip again, and he presses his whole body on me in response, "it's quite adorable that you still have it in you act like you didn't just call my name out loud while you dreamt of fucking me."

He rubs his nose against my jaw, "you wanna know how I know?"

"Fuck off-"

"You were rutting against me like a hussy," he sighs, "by the gods, had I known you were so wanton at night, I would have never granted you the insult of sleeping alone."

I could feel myself burn hotter with each word that leaves his lips despite myself. I did not want him to catch me like this, but there was no use; I was already caught.

As Daemon rocks his hips on mine, he hisses, undoubtedly feeling how much wetter I had gotten was beneath him.

"Fuck," he trails off, "here's what going to happen," he whispers, rutting against me rougher.

I cannot for the life of me withhold my whimper.

He chuckles as he presses his face against mine, "I'm going to make you come with my tongue and then I'm going to fuck you until you cry."

"Daemon, please stop-"

"Your heartbeat against my cock and how fucking wet you are disagrees with your protest, little liar," he croons. He lifts his head, then leans his forehead against mine, "don't worry, my little virgin, you will not cry because it hurts, you will cry because you'll want it so bad that it hurts."

"Daemon-"

"You will not refuse me," he whispers, though it is anything but sweet, "not when there is not a sliver of doubt in my mind that you want this too."

He brings his hands to my neck again and I wait for his grip to tighten, but it does not, "now say it."

I look up at him as my breathing quickens.

"Yield," he commands, breathing heavily all of a sudden.

I look up at him feeling my belly swirl in ways I could not ever explain.

"Admit to both our ears that you burn for me just as I have been fucking burning for you."

I yelp when he puts pressure on my throat then releases it.

"Say it," he barks.

"I-"

"Say you want me," he says softer this time.

I am disarmed by his quick change in tone and a shiver leaves me as the cold finds its way to my belly as he pulls away. Daemon releases my hands then begins to crawl down. His eyes are fixed on my as he mutters once more, "say it."

I shudder as he presses my thighs against his cheeks then whispers, almost begging, "say it."

I turn away from him and close my eyes, awaiting his next actions, for it was not like I could stop him if I refuse.

"Say it," he urges louder, "you know you want to."

I clench my jaw, "just do what you want and be done with it."

He growls, and goosebumps form on my skin when I feel him bite at the inner most part of my thigh. I grip at the sheets at the feel of teeth and tongue. I bite my lips tightly to keep myself from making any noise.

"I should, shouldn't I?" Daemon mutters.

I yelp and look down at him when his finger strokes my core.

His eyes are dark as he airily chuckles at my reaction, "after all I have given you my name, my Targaryen queen. You are no longer your own, you are forever mine."

I watch him as he lifts his head up and kisses my sopping heat. I flinch when he nips at me, drawing my nub out with his teeth. He lifts his head as he releases my flesh. His chin is glistening with my slick as he says, "I want you."

My breath leaves me when he says this.

"And I know you want me too, but I have to-- I need you to say it." He repositions himself in my thighs, "you are after all married to maniac," he breathes against me, "now, say it."

He shakes my thighs, "SAY IT!"

"I want you," I snap, "Daemon, I-" a loud cry rips out of me before I can even continue.

The sound of him lapping his tongue on me, eating me out as if I was his final meal, was somehow louder than my cries. I cannot help but so violently react to him as he devours me. He forces me still in his grip and fights off the movement of my thighs with his face.

It seems as though my admittance has reduced me into nothing but needy sounds.

Without another thought, my hands reach down at him and dig into his silver hair. I arch my back and pull at him when his tongue flicks into me.

"Fucking slut," he mutters, squeezing my thighs as he pulls me apart.

I scream out his name as he digs his face deeper into me. I lift my head up when he pulls away to laugh, "look at you, rutting against me like the needy whore you are."

I don't have time to find offence in his words because I still, not even realizing I was in fact moving my hips against him. He laughs as he continues his work, leaving me no time to feel embarrassment and only hot pleasure.

He is fucking good at what he does. He's so fucking good that my mind wanders where it should not. How much practice has he gotten to be this good? It is precisely because of this that I finally break, "all for you, Daemon," I grab his cheeks, "all for you-- all mine."

I do not see how his eyes dart up to me for I then throw my head back and whine. I feel myself come close to my undoing, "fuck, Daemon, don't stop."

I shriek when I bites me.

Just as I am inching so close, all at once, he pulls away from me.

I pant and stiffen as I hear and feel him spit on me. Much like all other moments, I do not have time to react. When I turn to him, he grabs my legs and shoves me to my side.

I begin to panic when he rises to his knees.

"I'll be fucking damned if I don't make you come on my cock right now," he grunts, making my eyes drop down to the very thing, erect, hard, and angry.

"Get on your knees, bitch," he blurts, though he doesn't give me much of a chance to as he drags me up into the position he wants me by my hips.

I haven't even propped myself up on my arms yet when he unceremoniously begins to pound into me.

I am certain if anyone could hear us in the middle of this storm, they would think I was mad, or worse, being tortured.

"I'm going to breed that prurient wolf in you, just as I'm sure your wolf, Havoc, is being bred right now."

I growl at the idea and feel my belly tighten at his words.

Daemon groans before he chuckles, "that's it, isn't it?"

His relentless thrusts begin to grow sloppy. Suddenly, he yanks me by my hair and lifts me up. His other hand slaps to my throat to offer painful support as he pulls me up against him.

I choke on my spit when my form presses against him with difficulty. He sinks down on his knees, my core wrapped around his length as he shifts me in a snug position atop him.

His hands make their way to my breasts to roughly grope them. His teeth sink down on my shoulder.

I release a wild sound as my own hands come on top of his. I am left moaning at how his mouth sinks into my skin.

Daemon makes sure to suck hard before pulling away. For a moment he catches his breath before speaking, "you did not want me here because you are affected by your wolf's heat, aren't you."

The way I begin to slowly bounce on top of him is enough of an answer to him.

He laughs as his hands depart from my tender breasts, one going down to my sensitive nub, the other sealing my throat again, "you are a fucking selfish bitch for keeping your cunt from me."

My breathing becomes arduous when he tightens his grip around me.

"You would have preferred to touch yourself to the thought of me?" he questions as he rubs on my sensitive nub.

"Daemon," I gasp, pushing my head back as his lips latch on my neck again.

He ceases the moment of his fingers as he finishes grazing on my skin. "Yes, my pretty whore?" he mutters in between his kisses, "what do you want, hmm?"

My breathing strains when his hand tightens around my throat more. I catch my breath when he releases his grip to push my hair off to the side, "tell me what you want me to do to you."

I call out his name. He calls out mine.

I find myself grabbing his hands as I moan out, "I want you to fuck me."

Without another word, I am thrown down to the bed. The only reason I'm still on him is because of his hands that latch on my hips.

I am nothing against his strength. He handles me like a ragdoll, fucking me with absolutely no regard and nothing else in mind.

I make sounds that mean nothing. His name is polluted by my whimpers and cries that you cannot make head or tail of.

I would not last any longer with how he was handling me, even if I wanted to, even if I tried.

"That's it my easy bitch," he pants, "come around me like the needy whore you are."

"Daemon-"

"Your eager cunt will take my seed well when I fill you up," his one hand leaves my hip and rips my head back by my hair again, "don't you think, pretty wife?"

"Yes," I reply without thinking, "yes, yes, yes, yes-"

"And you will give me your pups," he mutters, "bare my dragons, like a dutiful wife will you not?"

My only response is my body breaking orgasm. I shiver beneath him, falling powerless as I scream his name and crumble, absolutely boneless.

Daemon lets out a string of curses as he milks out my reaction for all he's got.

He does not waver once bit and it maddeningly delicious.

My voice hikes up when I feel him release inside me not too late after.

"Fucking come slut," he barks as he snaps his hips in me, "take it all just like that."

I bury my screams in the cushions he presses on, unrelenting. When he finally does grow sloppy, I take a moment to catch my breath and relish the feel of him.

I whimper when he pulls away and slaps my ass.

"The absolute mess you've made of yourself," he coos, as he rubs the skin he slapped.

I can feel myself leaking, I can feel it all over my legs, on the sheets, and I could practically feel his pleased smile as he watches the lewd display. I could not bring myself to care at all though, not when my legs begin to fall.

I squeak when Daemon rearranges me on the bed. He is not at all as rough as he was with me a while ago, but his strength and my lack thereof does not really allow him to be gentle.

He falls onto the side of the bed next to me and gathers me into his chest. When I roll over to him, I groan at the feeling of my wet thighs pressing together.

"Do not make issue of that," Daemon says as he watches me squirm. He pulls me close to him, arm over my shoulders. His other hand hooks behind my knee, dragging me atop him. I whimper and push my hand on his chest when I feel core empty out on his thigh.

He does not allow me to pull away and I turn to him because of this. Daemon forces me close against him, "are you so haughty over my come that you cannot bare the thought of it-"

"But it's getting everywhere," I start off loudly but end with a whisper.

Daemon's nostrils flare as he shakes his head, "I should sure hope so."

I feel my cheeks burn and so I decide to hide my face in his chest.

His laughter intensifies, and I do not enjoy how my head bounces on his ribcage because of it.

"Oh meekness suits you well, my dear."

I weakly mumble, "fuck off."

His amusement continues as he rubs my arms, "you mean, 'I want you to fuck me, Daemon.' "

"I did not say it like that!" I quip, lifting my head as I turn to him, finally making him cease his stupid laughter. The sight of his stupid smug face still glimmering in slick renders me frozen.

Suddenly I am aware of how cold the room still was.

"Pray tell, how did you say it?" he hums, pushing hair behind my ear.

I furrow my brows and press my cheek on his chest again, admitting lowly, "I didn't say your name at the end."

"My," he draws shapeless figures on my skin, "I'm glad to know the moment is burned in your very being."

"Fuck off," I mutter under my breath, scratching my eye. It dawns onto me that my face was equally as wet as Daemon's. Heat rises up my face again when I realize I really did cry because of how good he felt.

"Don't fret," he sighs, "there is a reason why you should not worry yourself about how your pretty cunt is leaking blood and come. I shall fuc-"

I turn to him in concern and push myself up.

Daemon furrows his brows and shakes his head, "it is normal," he soothes, grabbing my cheek, "or did you just forget your maidenhood was still intact after imagining fucking me?"

I am suddenly aware how real everything was. My husband has finally gotten me to consummate our marriage and all his talk of me bearing his seed could may well come true. My chest begins to constrict as my mind floods with endless scenarios.

"Well, if you start frowning like that, I might actually feel bad," Daemon mutters, lifting himself up on his elbows, "what's wrong?"

I look at his concerned expression and find myself speaking before I realize, "did you mean it?"

"Mean what?" he clarifies quickly.

"That you want me," I quip just as fast.

He stares at me for a moment, as if he was taken aback or measuring the truthfulness in my voice. When a prolonged moment passes between us, he realizes I was serious.

"Fuck," he drops his head back, "it must be exhausting to be a woman with your overthinking."

"Well, pardon me for not-"

"You are pardoned," he blurts, making me whimper when he suddenly flips us over.

I am beneath him again. He does nothing but press his weight on me, but I struggle beneath him, not enjoying the idea of remaining in an uncomfortable position.

He misreads my intentions and hinders me from moving, as he wraps his arms around me, "I just told I want you, that I burn for you, that I want you to mother my children. Do you honestly think I am one to say that to anyone?"

I gulp as he shifts to nestle his face in the crook of my neck, "I..." he breathes against my skin. He does not continue as he opts to kiss my neck instead.

When I move to wrap my own arms around him, he speaks again, "I am at your mercy. You saved me from freezing to death when you could have easily decided to rid of me."

I press my cheek against him and begin to comb through the long hair on his back, "I was serious about my distaste to remarry."

"Well, you will not," he quickly retorts, "you will have me until the end."

I bring my legs around him as I release a sigh, "consider me overjoyed by the thought."

He chuckles as he shifts, "you do not sound-"

"I did not want to admit it," I cut him off, "but I think I..." I turn to him as he lifts his head, "I think I... care for you, Daemon... I-"

"Love you," he finishes, staring at me with an unreadable expression.

And for the first time since our nuptials, he kisses me. He kisses me not because he has to, not for the sake of showing everyone present, but because he wanted to, for the sake of showing me.

He is nothing but warmth, nothing but fire, nothing but him. Daemon is not sweet, but in this moment he put even honey to shame.

He begins to stir on top me, though he makes sure his lips do not leave mine. It is because of my moan that we are broken apart, the moan that leaves me when I feel him slip inside me.

"Daemon-"

"You know how I fuck," he sighs, rubbing his nose against mine, "but now we'll both know how I make love."

[phthalomushroom]

The Family (4)

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pairings: modern!mafia!aemondxreader

summary: You had left Kings Landing and the Targaryen family four years ago. Now back and living with your old roommate you realize that the life you had thought you escaped had seemingly been waiting for you. But will the family really let you go? Will the people you left behind forgive you? Can you forget the past and look to the future?

warnings: language, mentions of trauma, stalking?

word count: 1.4K

note: I thought I had the rest of this planned out but my brain keeps finding new ways to change it on me. Next chapter though, we got some tea coming! Hope you enjoy!

You had felt like you were going to throw up.

Once you had left the party you had headed home and downed at least half a bottle of tequila. To say the hangover this morning was a difficult one was an understatement. You pulled yourself out of bed, grabbed your phone that you had discarded somewhere on the floor in your drunken haze and looked through the messages from Baela and Rhaena who were asking where you went.

It seems your drunk self was responsible enough to text back something that resembled that you had made it home.

You moved across the room, barely missing stepping on your shoes as you headed to the kitchen. You needed something to eat that you wouldn’t regurgitate right away. .

“There’s nothing to eat.”

You turned to see Baela lounging on the couch, a rag shielding her eyes from the light.

“We need to go to the grocery store.”

“No shit.” She sat up taking the rag from her face, she looked like she also got hit by a bus. “Glad you drank my tequila, if it was here when I got back I probably wouldn’t be alive right now.”

You frowned, joining her on the couch. “I take it you didn’t enjoy the party either.”

“I take it the talk with Aemond didn’t go well.”

“He was drunk and an asshole.”

She tilted her head. “Aemond doesn’t drink… he is an asshole though.”

“But he was never an asshole to me.”

She smirked. “Then I guess you’ve officially joined ‘Aemond’s an asshole club,’ I’ll get you one of our t-shirts-”

“Baela I’m being serious.”

“So am I, we meet every Tuesday to talk about the new assholey thing he’s done.”

You rolled your eyes, a headache starting to form. “I really thought that there might’ve been something left, but he’s changed since the last time I saw him.”

She shrugged. “He’s gone through a lot. Aegon’s death, Otto being locked up, and now you coming back. There’s been a lot of change happening.”

You rolled your eyes. “So because of all that he’s marrying Alys? I mean he couldn’t have picked someone with a little bit of, I don’t know, humanity?”

Baela chuckled. “I know this won’t be easy but things will get better, I promise. Besides, you’ve got your first encounter down which means you never have to talk to him again.”

“We live in the same city, I doubt I will never talk to him again.”

“Yeah but this time you don’t have to be so civil.”

You smirked, pride flaring in your chest a bit. “I was civil, wasn't I? 

Baela wrapped her arm around your shoulder. “I thought you were going to burn the place down, but you didn’t.”

You let out a long breath. “I need food and I need something to take my mind off all this shit.”

Baela smiled. “Shopping?”

You nodded in agreement. “Shopping.”

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You and Baela had managed to stomach a little bit of breakfast at a cafe before making your way to the East side of the city. You decided on going to a well known store that was big for its unique couture.

You scavenged the racks trying to find some good purchases that matched your style. Baela had managed to find a few and had left you to go try them on in the fitting rooms. You had offered to go with her in case she wanted some feedback but had declined on the premise of not wanting to hog the fitting room.

You were currently looking through some sweaters when you heard an all too familiar voice.

“Well, look who's back in town.”

You stiffened, casting a glance over your shoulder to see Daemon Targaryen. He had his hands in his pockets and a sly smirk on his face.

“Daemon.” Was all you said before turning yourself back to the rack. You pushed yourself closer to the clothes, concealing your hand going into your bag to pull out your mace. You made sure to put it in your pocket so that it was easily accessible. 

“A cold greeting is not meant for family, sweetheart.” He moved around the rack so that he was in your line of sight. 

“We aren’t family.”

He sighed. “I have to say I was disappointed when I heard about the failed engagement. Aemy was so excited, nearly killed him to see you go.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “I thought the Targaryens no longer accepted you in the family, after your little coup with Rhaenyra.”

“A misunderstanding, Rhaenyra and I have been welcomed back. My lovely nephew saw to that.”

“Bullshit.”

“You’ve missed a lot since you left.”He leaned against the rack. “You shouldn’t have come back, (Y/N).”

You straightened. “I’m not involved in whatever shit you have going on. So leave me alone.”

He frowned. “I’m just reminding you that despite your disagreements with Aemond you are still seen as part of this family.”

You glared at him. “Aemond never told me anything about the family business. He never wanted me involved.”

“I was talking more in the literal sense.” He held his hands up. “I like you, (Y/N), which is why you should leave town.”

You raised a brow. “Are you threatening me?”

“No, I would never threaten you, I’m just giving you some advice. There are still bad people wandering around and I would hate for something bad to happen like last time.”

You crossed your arms. “That sure seems like a threat, Daemon.”

“If you don’t want to take my word for it, why don’t you ask the man who's been watching you since you and Baela left the cafe.”

You looked to where he gestured with his head to see the man in question. He wore a red baseball cap with a plain t-shirt and jeans and was staring very intently at a pair of tailored pants. 

He looked up briefly, catching your eye. He noted that you and Daemon were staring at him. He set the pants down and wandered towards the front of the store out of sight. 

“Who was that?” 

Daemon shrugged. “Ghosts of Aemond’s it seems, but I guess yours too since you shot their boss.”

You stared at him, unflinching. “That wasn’t me.”

He grinned, pointing a finger at you. “You are a good liar, I’ll give you that.”

Your hand drifted to your pocket with the pepper spray.

“Don’t worry too much,” Daemon said, taking a step back. “Aemonds gave his instructions in regards to you.”

“And what instructions are those?”

“Don’t let you die.”

You huffed a laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. “So he’ll assign a protection detail but he’ll treat me like a mistress.”

He took a step back. “I’ll be watching you, (y/n).”

“Creepy.”

He turned away, heading towards the front of the shop no doubt in hunt of the man in the red baseball cap.

“Was that Daemon?”

You jumped at Baela’s voice, nearly knocking down the rack of clothes you had spent too much time at. 

“Yeah,” you answered. “Just coming by to tell me he’s watching me.”

Baela shook her head “The family guard dog is back at it again.”

“Tell me about it.”

Baela had seemed to find some clothes she wanted to buy so you two headed to the registers. 

“Can I ask you something?” you asked before Baela could check out.

“Yeah?”

“Daemon mentioned that he was part of the family again. Is that true?”

“Yeah, I don’t know the specifics but about a year after you left Aemond had announced that he and Rhaenyra were no longer enemies of the family.”

You shook your head. “You’re kidding me, even after they killed Aegon?” 

Baela shrugged. “Jace said Aemond never does anything without a plan and I guess he needed them back in the family.”

You shook your head, watching as Baela put her clothes on the counter. It didn’t make sense, Aemond’s own brother being poisoned at the hands of those two. The Aemond you knew would never have sided with the people who murdered his big brother. Sure, Aegon and him had their differences and Aegon got on Aemond’s every nerve but he would never disrespect his brother like that.

And now you were being followed by some mystery guy and Daemon.

What the hell happened since you were gone?

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[juniorfor2]

Something I have felt is so frustrating throughout this series is the way that writers use time skips. I know most people hate them, but they seem to hate them because of what is being skipped, not so much for the way they are used.

Cause the writers aren’t just leaving out events during the time skips to get to plot points they want to faster, they are using them to shove in illogical characterization and events. The writers aren’t willing to show us what happened during every time skip, but still expect us to believe everything they say about what happened during that time.

Rhaenyra suddenly forgives Alicent even after being abused by her in court? Guess what, stuff “just happened” during that time skip where it wasn’t so bad.

Rhaenyra and Daemon should be getting along and Rhaenyra should obviously know how hurt Daemon becomes when he isn’t trusted? And she actually shouldn’t be that peaceful because Daemon’s here to support her and that’s literally why she married him? No actually, she’s her father’s daughter now (pls ignore Viserys’, “must you insist on taking after Daemon,” and Rhaenyra’s, “I cannot face the greens alone.”) and they clearly have never built a working relationship in their 6 YEARS of marriage. They really just never knew each other.

Rhaenyra doesn’t connect with her stepdaughters (or somehow connects better to Baela, a mini Daemon - whom she is currently fighting with - rather than Rhaena, a mini Rhaenyra)? Guess what, they just never connected during 6 YEARS together. Is that illogical - no, what are you talking about, it obviously could have happened during the time we won’t show even you. And Rhaena just never developed a personality besides, “I want dragon,” so this is very logical and totally not racist.

Jace somehow just accepts that he’s a bastard without any personal journey? Also a time skip, just believe whatever happens. No, that obviously isn’t important characterization or an important arc.

Alicent seems to become super religious and bigoted from episodes 7-8? Well, yes, but she isn’t THAT bad, and we just wanted it for fun, you can drop it now so make room for Rhaenicent when convenient.

Team Black should have a super interesting family dynamic that should reflect a theme of “found family” with legitimate and illegitimate step-siblings and half-siblings with different hair color and skin color that contrasts so much with Team Green’s similar looking family that breaks apart so easily? You must be joking, Daemon was obviously never involved in his children’s life for 16 years and Jace will not have any relationship with Aegon & Viserys, and Rhaena will act like she’s just a distant nanny to 3 kids she’s clearly never met (they’re definitely not her siblings, pls ignore). But yeah, Aegon now just respects Helaena despite calling her stupid, and he’s certainly never raped her or anyone at all. He’s a family man, what did you guys think he was?

It’s pretty clear that the writers aren’t so much trying to skip past events, as they are using the time skips to shove in whatever characterization they want. Cause if they actually put in the time, none of these characters could really turn out as they are - it would be too obvious. But by using time skips, they can rely on people’s lack of knowledge to essentially shove in whatever head canon they have. And it is so frustrating how easily so many people fall for it.

[midlandslady2]

So… yeah I didn’t like that kiss between Mysaria and Rhaenyra. I think it’s dangerous. I see a reason why Mysaria would want to destroy Daemon and Rhaenyra’s marriage next season. That line should not have been crossed, it will come back to bite for sure.

People accuse Daemon of resenting Rhaenyra for not being the heir but forget that Rhaenyra resents Daemon for not being born a man like him.

The fact that Daemon is becoming dependent on Alys is also dangerous, very dangerous. Alys’ purpose is potentially clear now. And yet, I am liking it omg. This is what you created, writers. You alienate my ship so much that I will shift towards others. Not yet there but almost. Daemon and Rhaenyra don’t know how to console each other, they don’t trust each other, they don’t know how to communicate, how to ask for help and they don’t respect each other. Some people on tumblr said that daemyra’s relationship will never be over no matter what. I agree, it’s like a magnetic force so embedded in them that can never be truly severed. But is that good if they lose all respect for one another? Even if their relationship is above jealousy or cheating it doesn’t make it ok and it’s not something I can support.

Daemon listens to Alys in a way he doesn’t listen to anyone. He would’ve have reacted violently towards anyone else who dared confronting him like that, even or especially (sadly) Rhaenyra. But he just humbles himself to Alys. Shipping him with Rhaenyra has always been to me about the power she had over him. But she doesn’t have that anymore. Alys does, it seems. I will see but I doubt that daemyra’s reconciliation might make it ok for me. The spell has just been broken too harshly.

More than anything I feel sad. Sad because my ship is no longer what I wished it would be and sad because I can’t stand Rhaenyra right now and I used to love her.

On a positive side, I’m proud that Daemon made FINALLY the first step into redemption with Viserys. Baby steps!! Do I resent that it was with Viserys? Sure. But it was where it all started too so I accept. Hopefully other scenarios of making things right will come too. I hope very much so. That’s the only thing I’m still here for, I guess.

But omg poor Simon. I felt so bad for the poor man.

[kandisheek]

Hey friend!! Some prompts for you (choose your fave, do them all, whatever floats your boat!)

1. Steve and female Tony during a team picnic/party and Steve surprises Toni by asking her to re-marry him and renew their vows 😍

2. Steve and Tony undercover and having to make out for cover identity reasons, except then they get into it a little too much and lose track of the target

3. Bucky and Tony in a daemon au—Bucky has a white wolf (obvi) and Tony has a leopard, and when they first meet during CW their daemons touch and they both jolt and realize that they’re soulmates, effectively ending any conflict between the sides of the teams

Have fun friend!!! 🥰🥰

Hello friend! Sorry for the long wait! I chose your undercover prompt and went ham with it ;) I hope you enjoy!

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“Can't believe they're making us do this,” Brock grumbled, toying with the gun in his pocket as he walked through yet another clothing store, surreptitiously looking around for their target. He'd known from the first moment he'd met him that Rogers was a pain in the ass, but he never would've guessed that he'd have to hunt him down in a fucking mall of all places.

When he'd joined STRIKE, Brock had thought that their missions would include a lot more active combat, something fun where he could let loose. Instead they'd been sent on their third recon mission in a row, and he was getting sick of walking around like an asshole, looking for some fucker who couldn't keep his mouth shut.

“Nothing in the back,” Rollins said as they regrouped, and Brock nodded.

“Get Piper and Flynn and spread out. Top floor.” He pointed at the remaining two of his team. “We're going to head down. Rendezvous in thirty.” Rollins nodded, marching off as Brock turned on Davis and Khan. “Let's go.”

They followed him towards the escalator, heading down to level one. Brock scanned the people coming up on the opposite side, a couple of teenage girls, an old lady, a – ugh, a fucking pair of homos kissing. Brock averted his eyes with a sneer, waiting until they passed him before he continued looking out across the hall. He stepped down onto the ground floor, checking the nearby storefronts for any sign of –

A commotion. Brock whipped around, looking up at the floor above, the one they'd just left, where the hushed murmurs of a gathering crowd could be heard. He gave Davis and Khan a sign, and they all practically sprinted up the escalator, turning towards the open space on their right to see –

Brock's mouth dropped open. For a second he couldn't believe his eyes, but there was no doubt that – yes, that was Steve fucking Rogers bending none other than Tony fucking Stark over a fucking trashcan in the middle of a public fucking mall, shoving his tongue down his throat.

“Um,” Davis said, and Brock slowly shook his head. “Is that –“

“Yes,” Brock said numbly. “Yes, it is.”

Khan shuffled his feet. “So, uh. What do we –“

“Advance on target. We just – advance on target. Yeah.” Brock cleared his throat, sticking his hand in his pocket to get a hold of his gun. “Spread out.”

Davis and Khan still looked faintly shocked as they nodded and assumed position. Neither Rogers nor Stark seemed to notice the three men closing in on them, which was understandable, given that there was already a crowd forming, Stark seemed to have both of his hands down the back of Rogers' pants, and Brock couldn't really tell whose tongue was in whose mouth at this point.

“Oh my god!”

The high-pitched screech may have made Brock wince, but Rogers and Stark sprang apart like two jacks in a box, their faces red and eyes wild. Brock wrinkled his nose. Christ, Rogers looked like he was fucking high, dazed and mussed to shit. Stark on the other hand looked like the cat who got the cream.

“What the heck do you think you're doing?” the random woman continued in the same piercing shriek, covering her two children's eyes with one hand each. “This is a public space. There are children here!”

“Oh gosh.” Rogers covered his mouth, which did nothing to hide the mortified flush on his cheeks. “Ma'am, I'm so sorry, I don't know what –“

“You better get out of here or I'll call the police,” the woman yelled, and Stark stepped forward, his hands raised placatingly.

“We'll leave. Truly, so sorry. Won't happen again.”

“See that it doesn't,” she snapped before she grabbed her children and tugged them away into the still growing crowd of curious onlookers. One of the kids kept turning back over his shoulder, his eyes wide and mouth hanging open.

“Mommy, mommy,” he said, all child-like wonder. “Was that Ironman?”

Brock glanced around the room to see several people with their phones out, obviously recording this entire mess. When he looked back at Rogers, Stark was already staring right at him, his eyes hard and full of threat. Obviously Stark was well aware of who Brock was and who he was working for. Meanwhile, the Captain looked like he was struggling not to spontaneously combust from shame.

It might have been funny, had it not been so utterly inconvenient.

He could tell that Davis and Khan were still waiting for his signal to move in, but there were too many eyes on them now. If they took Rogers in here, it would be all over the news within minutes. They couldn't afford that kind of publicity. And either way, Stark was a loose canon that they weren't prepared to deal with at this stage.

He made a subtle sign for his men to fall back, turning away from the spectacle those two idiots were still making of themselves. They'd grab Rogers out in the parking lot or something. And if Stark was still with him at that point, then Pierce could go fuck himself and his orders. Brock wasn't going to carry Rogers off while the man was saluting America in his pants.

There were limits to what he was willing to do. Even for HYDRA.

[akaikali]

TMAGP EP 22 REACTION (SPOILERS)

"So you just ran away" Lena sweetie my live what else was she meant to do (to be fair, Gwen didn't have to provoke ink5oul)

"Watching figure" yeah OK definitely some Eye creature of sorts I'm rly thinking it's like...The Beholding as a creature or an old archivist

THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY "presumably you didn't get any contact details from them?" "I guess it's slipped my mind as I was fleeing the SUPERNATURAL PSYCHOPATHS!" also Lena I don't think that you were gonna get any contact details regardless that bitch don't seem like they got a phone

Lena genuinely cares about her employees but also she hates paperwork (polar opposite of Elias)

Okay here's the thing right. I kind of get Gwen. She wasn't briefed on how to handle a situation like that, like what was she MEANT to do??? I would be pissed off if shit like that happened and no one gave me any warning (again, though, Gwen also has a tendency to naturally be a bit bitchy so that probably made it worse)

WAIT. HOLD ON MRS. KELLEY?? AM I READING INTO THINGS TOO MUCH OR. GUYS IS LENA MARRIED????

YO GUYS GRANDPA IS BACK

Oh shit okay so they are kind of recreating or continuing Newton's original experiments, seeing as they mentioned an experiment on Canis (which I believe means "dog"). It seems to have been expanded to apes (Hominidae), bunnies (Leoporidae), and old world monkeys (Cercopithecidae). And it seems this researcher is having strange side effects when it comes to his subjects.

"Herr Schmidt" I'm assuming this is German?

Hm, being told to use silver which again is like. Seeming to be a theme. I'm not sure but in the Newton episode, was there silver as well?

Okay for clarification, it seems like "Zeitgeist" is an invisible agent, force, or daemon dominating the characteristics of a given epoch in world history. Einthoven was a Dutch medical doctor and physiologist and he created the first ECG.

Woahhh hold on. So they're talking about severing a bundle of nerves to make it seem like two animals in one body because it messes with sense of self? This kind of makes me think a little of ink5ouls, the way they seemed scared sometimes of what they were becoming and then like. You know. Scary monster let's chase down Gwen and tattoo her against her will.

Hmm okay so this telegraph seems to be directly responding to the researcher's question, not the patient himself. Like it seems like it's Telegraph -> Herr Schmidt's reaction and not Herr Schmidt's thoughts -> Telegraph reaction.

OH. OK. HERR SCHMIDT IS DEAD NOW.

Damn Ursula is awesome she could immediately understand what was happening.

Oh boy. Oh this gonna be bad. Sam is going to find out that Alice was messing with his computer and Sam does NOT seem like the type to be chill with that.

Hm okay so the severing of the nerves might have worked? And perhaps it was like there were 2 people in Herr Schmidt's body? And from what I can tell, they want so badly to get out that they basically BURST out if his head in the deformity from the back of his head? It still doesn't answer WHAT or WHO these two voices are.

Also it makes sense that Augustus is giving something like this because like...pretty sure he's stuck in the computer, probably with jonmartin and they all want out.

Aw man :(((

OH BOY. "You're trying to control me. Again." I wonder if this is referencing their relationship and why they broke up. I can see it, I do think that Alice has a tendency to be controlling out of need to keep everyone around her safe which is pretty different, but I'm on Sam's side here. Taking away his ability to choose just...isn't great.

Yeahhhh Alice seems to have definitely been hoping to rekindle what they might have had but I think the issue seems that she hoped SAM had changed from before while the reason they broke up was because Sam couldn't be with Alice anymore since he felt like she was too controlling. And now that Sam seems to be having a genuine connection with Celia where he feels comfortable and happy, Alice seems jealous.

SHUT THE FUCK UP. OH MY GOD WHAT WHAT WHAT HOLY FUCK HIH WHAT AKDVAKDHWJT E

JONATHAN SIMS AND MARTIN BLACKWOOD????

HEY GUYS WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK HWIAHAOWVEBE RHAJDVAIBDKWBR E

I JUST SCREAMED "OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD" WHAT YOU WHAT HUH WHAT

AND THE FACT THAT CELIA MENTIONED THEM BOTH SPECIFICALLY TOGETHER LIKE HELLO???? GUYS IM. WHAT.

I'm sorry shut up this is all I'm gonna be talking about for the next month what the HELL

[aemondapologistfrfr]

Dethrone - Chapter 6

Warnings: I guess like pg-13 with an intense makeout, probably a swear word somewhere Authors Note: rhaenyra deserves better, this is basically just plotting and manipulating and setting up for the story to progress, ps next chapter will have some smut bc bffr this man is too fine not to Word Count: 2.7k

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I wake up to the sun peaking through the curtains. I stretch out and frown when I don’t feel Aemond. I see a note scribbled out and left on the table. I walk over to it and scan over it.

“My love, I’m off to train for the morning. I’ve had a dress brought up for you. Should you need anything just ask the guard or come to the yard and get me. -Aemond.”

I look around his chambers and see a dress spread across one of his chairs. It’s a soft blue dress with tons of white embroidery and gem details. I slip the dress on and walk over to his vanity to try and tame my hair.

Once I’m ready I walk to the door and place my ear to it to see if I can hear anyone outside. I’m greeted with silence so I quickly open the door and slip out. I get lost a couple of times trying to find the training yard but I’m not in a rush and I’m happy to explore and take in the architectural beauty that is the Red Keep. I finally find the main hall and doors and make my exit to search for the training yard.

When I see his silver hair flowing around him as he trains I can’t help but to smile. How could this beautiful man ever think so lowly of himself. I stand back in the crowd and admire him. When he finally turns towards me I see his face light up. He pushes the man he was fighting to the ground and walks over to me.

“Hello my love.” he coos pulling me into a hug.

“Hi.” I say shyly looking up to him.

“Did you sleep well?” he smiles down to me warmly stroking my cheek.

“Mm I did.” I hum closing my eyes.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Jace shouts pulling us out of our bubble.

“None of your business.” I say turning towards him.

“Daemon has been looking for you.” he says glaring at me and then to Aemond.

“I’m sure he has.” I bitterly laugh.

“Are you just going to spend all your time here with him?” Jace spits with disgust.

“Why don’t you go with Jace and I’ll come find you later.” Aemond says softly in my ear making turn towards him.

“I’m scared they won’t let me see you again if I leave you now.” I whisper.

“I promise you’ll see me again.” he says tenderly grabbing my hand.

“I better. Or I’ll come find you.” I say furrowing my eyebrows.

“Go on.” he says sweetly kissing my hand.

“I’m still here.” Jace says annoyed.

“Yeah I’m coming.” I roll my eyes and walk over to Jace.

We walk silently out of the training yard and I can’t feel the tension around us. My mind is racing as to what my father has told everyone. Surely he hasn’t told them the truth.

“So what the fuck happened last night??” Jace questions once were out of ear shot of the people in the yard.

“What do you mean?” I ask trying to avoid this conversation but gain information about what my father has said.

“I overheard Daemon yelling about you to my mother.” he says side eyeing me.

“And what did you hear exactly?” I pry for more information.

“I just heard something about you and Aemond and the street of silk.” he raises his eyebrow.

“That’s it?” I ask.

I wonder what Daemon has told Rheanyra. I doubt he told her about his whore. I know he wouldn’t miss an opportunity to make himself seem like the bigger person. Clearly he hasn’t told everyone the exact story if Jace is here asking me about it.

“They won’t tell us. We’ve been trying to find you all morning.” he says slowing his pace as Daemon and Rheanyra come into view.

“Well, let’s go see what I did.” I groan as we get closer to them.

Once we make our way over to them I stand there waiting for the yelling to begin. Daemons neck is slightly red around his cut. He looks at me curiously and I can’t figure out the emotion behind his eyes. Rheanyra stands at his side with her hands folded in front of her.

“Where have you been daughter?” Daemon says reaching for my hand which I quickly place behind my back avoiding his touch.

“What happened to your neck father?” the word feels like venom on my tongue as I raise my eyebrows staring at his neck.

We stare at each other waiting to see who will speak first. I see a smirk tugging on the ends of his mouth. I stand up straight and hold my ground never breaking eye contact. We stare at each other in a stand off, neither of us willing to back down.

“Your father got into a scuffle with some men in the streets looking for you last night. We should all be grateful he got away with just a cut.” Rheanyra rips through our silence making Daemon break the eye contact first.

“Gods be great. My hero.” my voice dripping with sarcasm.

Did he really paint himself as the hero? Off looking for me and just ran into some trouble. How can he just lie to Rheanyra like that? She’s never been anything but kind to me and she deserves to know.

“What’s wrong with you?” Jace asks giving me a sideways look.

“Enough.” Rheanyra says sternly stepping between us. “I have no idea what is going on with you two, but we will deal with this in private. Let’s go. Now.” she says intensely staring at me and then to Daemon.

Rheanyra brushes past Daemon and we all begin to follow her. We follow her up to her and Daemons chambers and all find places to sit in the sitting room. Daemon has an air of arrogance that enrages me that he thinks he’ll get away with betraying Rheanrya.

“The rest of you off to Jaces chambers. We would like to speak to Viktorya alone.” Rheanyra says to the other children and they all start to file out.

“So what’s the story then?” I ask raising an eyebrow lounging further back into the couch.

“There is no story to be told besides yours. I spent all night worried sick looking for you.” Daemon says his gaze burning into mine.

I sit there for a moment and think. If I think this through quickly I can use this to my advantage. I can use the truth for a more ideal time. If I cover for my father now I can use him to start a public courtship with Aemond. By having my father support us will allow others to agree and will complete the first step on our path to the throne.

“I will admit to going out and spending the night with my cousins. I’m sorry if I’ve let you guys down. I just wanted to have a care free night and I ended up falling asleep on Aemonds couch.” I say sounding apologetic and avoiding eye contact.

When I look up I catch my father’s eye and see him slightly raise his eyebrow curiously. I slightly nod my head and then turn to Rhaenyra with remorse. My sadness for Rhaenyra is genuine and I wish she was with anyone other than my pig of a father. She looks worried of the news that I spent time with her half brothers.

“Did they do anything you didn’t want or did they bring you any harm?” Rheanyra asks looking concerned more than anything.

“No. They were perfect gentlemen and took care of me all night.” I speak truthfully of Aemond at least.

“I would be lying if I said I’m not surprised.” Rhaenyra says relieved in that sense.

“We must be careful and thoughtful of our actions. We don’t need anymore court drama than necessary. No more sleepovers in others chambers and no more rumors of being spotted in flea bottom, let alone the street of silk.” Daemon says finishing up the fake parental scolding.

“Understood father. May I go to my chambers?” I ask trying to sound like a dutiful daughter and not roll my eyes.

“Of course, I’ll check on you later.” he says holding my gaze for a moment.

I quickly make it back to my chambers and shut the door behind me. I let out a huge breath. My mind is racing with the decision I just made. I feel terrible that I lied to Rhaenyra, but so did Daemon.

I glide over to my balcony seeking fresh air and jump back when I see Aemond looking on at the city. He turns around on my approach and breaks out into a smile.

“How did everything go?” he asks pulling me into a hug. He listens intently as I tell him of everything that happened. “So what is the favor you’re seeking from Daemon?” he asks pulling back to look at me curiously.

“An opportunity to start paving our way. For me and you to have a chance.” I blush looking down.

“What do you mean?” Aemond asks softly tilting my chin up with his hand.

“To have him support our courtship. If that’s what you were to want? I don’t even know if that’s what you truly want, we haven’t fully discussed it. I just put everything on the line. Maybe I’m being too pushy-“ I ramble on and he cuts me off with a fierce kiss.

He pulls me impossibly closer and all my worry and doubt melts away. He guides me back into my chambers slowly so we’re not on display on the balcony. He pulls back and we’re both breathless.

“You would lie and deceive if it means being with me?” he asks looking down at me completely blown away.

“I have and I will again if I must.” I respond cupping his jaw affectionately.

“No one has ever acted so selflessly for me before, my love.” he looks at me softly leaning into my hand.

“He’s coming to my chambers later and we will discuss the future from here. I want you to be here too if that’s okay.” I ask not wanting to sound needy.

“Of course I will be here, you’re doing this for us.” Aemond says with a gentle smile.

“Thank you for this dress. I think it’s quite beautiful and it’s one of my favorite colors. It reminds me of a clear sky.” I say playing with the skirt of my dress.

“You are absolutely breathtaking.” he hums pushing me back so he can fully admire me.

He grabs my hand and slowly spins me around and I give him a lazy smile. Being with Aemond is so calm I feel like I can truly just be. He pulls me back to him and places a quick kiss on my lips that has me chasing him for more. He chuckles and captures my lips once more. We fall back onto the couch and into a daze of kisses and mingled breaths. Time doesn’t seem to exist as we get lost in each other.

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We spent most of the day lounging around my chambers having snacks and drinks brought to us. We discuss potential ways we can start making moves to get closer to the throne. A knock at the door has us pausing our conversation.

“Who is it?” I sit up annoyed.

“Your father wanting to check up on you.” Daemon says too sweetly through the door.

“One moment.” I call back as Aemond goes to open the door for him.

“Come in.” Aemond says opening the door just wide enough for Daemon to enter.

“Viktorya you’re more like me than either of us cares to admit.” Daemon chuckles closing the door behind him.

“You only said I couldn’t sleep in others chambers. Not that I couldn’t have guests.” I say matter of factly as I continue lounging on the couch not bothering to get up.

“My point.” Daemon says as he takes a seat in one of the chairs and props his legs up on the table. “So what is it that you want?” he looks from me to Aemond.

“I would like your support for mine and Aemonds courtship.” I state firmly. My father looks at me deep in thought. He glances between the both of us accessing and calculating. He breathes out a deep breath and looks to us, it seems he’s comes to a conclusion.

“I can giving you my blessing for the courtship and I will allow you to reside in Kings Landing.” he decides. “It’s going to take some time for me to talk to the boys and for them to process and understand. I think in the long run your relationship will prove useful.” he says the last part more to himself than us.

I quite like the idea of living in Kings Landing for while. I don’t really understand what he meant about our courtship being “useful” but I’m glad we have his support. I want to get Vaelys and my things as soon as possible so I can settle into my new life. Kings Landing will offer me a new start and more places to see.

“Aemond will fly me to Dragonstone tomorrow and we shall return before court is held at the end of the week. I expect you to have the conversations and make the announcements by the time we return or I tell Rhaenyra the truth.” I say with no room to budge.

“As you wish.” Daemon rolls his eyes and gets up to leave. “Hopefully we can make this beneficial for everyone.” he tosses over his shoulder before closing the door.

“I think that went well.” I look at Aemond as he walks over to me on the couch.

“I’m pleased to have you all to myself in Kings Landing.” he says pulling me up to him. “I get to show you all new places,” he smirks. “and pleasures.” he adds bringing his mouth to my neck.

I gasp in surprise and expose more of my neck to him. He continues his journey up to my jaw and slowly makes his way back to my lips. He walks us backwards and we descend into a chair. He lifts me so I’m straddling him and pulls back breathlessly with a blown pupil.

I slowly remove his eyepatch and discard it next to us and absentmindedly clench my thighs around him. He wraps his hand around the back of my neck and roughly pulls me into a kiss. This isn’t like the passionate, slow kisses we’ve shared before. Our teeth clash and his catch my bottom lip causing me to cry out.

He releases my lip and reclaims them once more. His other arm wraps around my waist and pulls me closer. I hear him let out a strangled grunt when I accidentally grind against him.

“Fuck Princess,” his voice is wrecked as his other hand flies to my waist to still me.

“I’m sorry,” I pant. “It just felt so good I didn’t mean-“ he cuts me off with another kiss.

“Do not apologize.” he whispers between kisses slowly detaching us making me whine. “As much as I would love for us to continue, I think we should get ready for bed.” he says walking over to my wardrobe.

Aemond grabs out a sleep dress for me and excuses himself to my bathing chamber while I change. He comes out without a shirt and wearing sleep pants. He helps me into bed and slips in next to me.

“Sleep well my love.” Aemond says pulling me to his chest and kissing my forehead.

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I see that you have a lot of knowledge and I have a question. Why don't they end the blockade of KL by sending Vhagar to burn the fleet? Why was a naval intervention necessary? Especially once Meleys dies.Was that space between his death and the search for riders not big enough? What was Aemond doing that he couldn't take 5 minutes and go?

(I'll be honest, the timeline confuses me a little)

Well, first, it wouldn't be "five minutes and go":

And this was the Gullet of Blackwater Bay, where the Velaryons made their blockade:

These are the plans the blacks made at the first black council, after Rhaenyra is forced to birth the stillborn Visenya ("The Blacks and the Greens"):

Here Daemon makes it clear that it'd be dumb for any green and their dragon to approach their waters or anywhere close to their castle with all their dragons as it would be also dumb for the blacks to try to take KL when the greens are still there.

If you see the distance b/t KL and Harrenhal, you'll see that it's a little longer than that b/t the closest waters to Driftmark and KL. Which is pretty far even for a single dragon ride. Aemond took a little more than two weeks to get to Harrenhal while sticking close to the main part of his army ("Rhaenyra Triumphant"):

So I believe that if he hadn't decided to stick to the army's pace or hold Vhagar back to a pace he thought would cover that army's best speed while not being "too slow" (which could have been still slower than he could get), it would have taken Aemond at least a 5-7 days to reach Harrenhal on dragonback if he really decided to go alone. Again, that's what i am guessing.

There's already a big thing abt dragon vs raven speed, how it's possible ravens can get to a place faster than an approaching dragon in the fandom (and my answer to that is that it takes a while for the armies that these riders amass and wait for to be ready to set out, while a person who has observed these plans can ready an already destination-knowing raven can send said raven before the actual army arrives at the same place...like what happened with Aemond, Daemon, Harrenhal. If you look through Targs and their wars, the dragonriders almost nearly never leave their army behind to preemptively attack, or those dragons usually fought right after the 2 separate armies made contact and fought "normally" until the dragon v dragons came out and I'm talking about Maegor vs Aegon the Uncrowned. Dragons vs other dragons fought above the still fighting armies or if there were only dragons on one side, that dragon would be flaming the other side as their armies fought that side....thus why they are so efficient).

Why does all this matter? Since the distances SEEMS pretty similar b/t KL and Driftmark/Dragonstone vs KL & Harrenhal, I BELIEVE that Aemond didn't want to get into close range with the blacks' dragons who were all on Dragonstone and the blockade blocked the Blackwater Bay from the Narrow Sea. Such proximity where he was closer to them than he was to DrStone w/o being able to flee faster than they could get him.

Or/and Aemond couldn't or was pressed to not leave behind KL defenseless (as he later does and finds out just a few days after he takes Harrenhal w/Cole) if he were to attack the blockade, as he wouldn't make it back in time to block the blacks and their dragons. Yeah, there was Sunfyre, but still the greens had less battle-useable dragons and it's not advisable to send out your ruling king to fight. Plus, Helaena was no warrior/was the Queen Consort.

Another idea is that maybe the greens wished to preserve the fleet for future use for if/when they expected to win, but I doubt it since Otto orchestrated the Triarchy smashing through and trying to destroy the same fleet.

"Westeros" can be used to refer to the continent and a portion of the continent designated as the "Seven Kingdoms", btw. "The Seven Kingdoms of Westeros" = "the territories of this continent" nearly similar to the purpose of "The United States of America" being a part fo the Americas but also sometimes referred to as just "America". Thought this random nugget was appropriate here rather than another non-ask post.

[magixfairyix]

Trix & OC Core Incorrect Quotes 01

After S.S.S. (as in far after) Iorda is consensually kidnapped into the coven as they'd (and the Winx) been friends for four years at this point, and Iorda had gone fully from fairy to a witch a year prior.

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Darcy: It was in the third year when you and Icy were fighting, cue crow's dust, and she said 'Now, what am I going to do with you.' Right? >:)

Icy: hOw CaN YoU qUotE tHat?

Darcy: I have a book of your homosexual quotes with Bloom. I had a guess you'd bang/makeout with each other at some point and I decided to keep a book so when you two did relieve the sexual tension I could chuck it at you

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Iorda: Hey um... I might've fucked up

Icy: What did you do? Is everyone alive?

Stormy: Technically we both fucked up so...

Darcy: 'Fucked up' by whose standards?

Iorda: 'Fucked up' as in you three will likely approve

Darcy: Alright spill the tea

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Icy: It was his fault. He should've been grateful it was Iorda because we all know if Darcy and I was there he wouldn't have been able to walk out of there with his limbs intact

Iorda: Yeah that's what we call illegal Icy

Darcy: BSH fucking with someone's pain reflex is illegal

Iorda: OH FUCK OH SHIT PLEASE TELL ME YOU'RE JOKING

Icy: They are don't worry. Darcy stop scaring the child

Iorda: Darcy, fuck you. I thought I just did something illegal

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Iorda: Since Darcy and I are immune to poison does that mean we can't get intoxicated to death, stung to death by poisonous animals, or get poisoned from drinking human blood?

Icy: Iorda, the hell

Darcy: Eh I don't think human blood is poisonous it just fucks with your body. Also the first it's not necessarily poison. The second though...

Stormy: One, why did you assume we would know?

Iorda: Eh ya'll tried to kill me via poison I thought you'd know

Stormy: Nuff said. Secondly, what the fuck is wrong with you?

Iorda: A lot of shit

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Iorda: Yeah turns out it wasn't a daemon, it was Death

Stormy: ... excuse

Iorda: Don't worry I'm alive. Wait... does this add a ninth time considering I 'interacted with death?'

Stormy: ... yeah no shit you're alive. You're talking to us

Iorda: For all you know I could be possessed sthu

Icy: Darcy! You're girlfriend is going fucking insane and please tell me you didn't know that DEATH is real!

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Icy: ... You scare me

Stormy: Oh yay mom is back

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Darcy: ICY WE JUST FOUND SOMETHING OUT!

Iorda: Acually get your ass on here this is revolutionary!

Darcy: ICYYYYYYY

Icy: What is revolutionary and what did you two do?

Iorda: Your ice doesn't melt in blood! ^^

Icy: WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU TWO DO?!

Darcy: Remember when Iorda got stabbed and got a free chiropractic appointment?

Iorda: ... shit my back issues actually disappeared for two years after that so not far off from the truth

Darcy: ... not even gonna question that, but anyway

Stormy: Wait wait wait, what happened after the stabbing?

Icy: Darcy what did you do? (five years too late)

Iorda: You didn't tell them? DARCY THE HELL

Darcy: Damn. Well after that happened a bad migraine hit from the emotion feeling thing so I forgot, so, yeah I didn't tell them. Oops

Iorda: You didn't tell them you broke every bone in my body? Priorities

Stormy: WAIT WHAT DID YOU DO

Icy: YOU DID THAT AND YET SHE DIDN'T DIE!? (Respectfully)

Darcy: I thought she would

Iorda: Cackling rn holy shit

Stormy: And you did that when you could feel her emotions?! Darcy?!

Darcy That's why I got a hell of a migraine and nausea after. Felt like shit

Iorda: yOu felt like shit?? I was dYinG 

Darcy: Fair, you win

Icy: ... I told you to like, kill her mind or something not bReAk hEr bOnEs

Darcy: Yeah I know I'm a perfectionist ;)

Stormy: Musa is laughing her ass off at this conversation

Iorda: Tell them that they are a traitor

Stormy: Done, they flipped you off. And by the way, I just remembered that were used to compare you to a cockroach because of your inability to die

Icy: Perfectionist my ass. You didn't even finish the job. This is why I'm the coven leader because you all are insane

Iorda: It's not their fault I'm a badass cockroach

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Icy: That's also not likely. That'd only happen if Iorda didn't get her blood and magic energy cleansed 

Iorda: .. do what?

Icy: Get your blood and energy cleansed. You know, to get all the curses and whatnot out of your body so you can use your magic properly. Otherwise, you could have difficulty using certain parts of your magic, sleeping, also a sense of paranoia and unease

Darcy: Iorda please tell me you're just you and that you did get your blood and energy cleansed for the love of-

Iorda: And where do you find this information? Just asking~ 

Stormy: They teach us this second year of Cloud Tower, common knowledge. Though it's not taught to faries because it's not relevant and... You didn't go to CT second year, did you?

Icy: Iorda answer

Iorda: ... so tHaTs why I'm shit at psychic magic

Darcy: GET YOUR ASS TO ZENOTHE RIGHT THIS SECOND

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Stormy: So we can't speak because otherwise the Ariste will hear us. Only communication is through this chat while we search for potion ingredients

Iorda: The what now?

Stormy: Creatures that'll eat our skin if we make noise

Iorda: TF DID YOU BRING ME FOR

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Iorda: FUCK YOU STORMY AND YOUR DAMN HEELS IF I DIE IT'S NINE FOR NINE AND I DON'T HAVE ANYMORE FUCKING LIVES LEFT!

Stormy: JUST RUN!

Iorda: I'M GONNA GET MY SKIN EATEN FUUUUKKKKKK. FUCK YOU I CAN SEE WHY ICY IS THE IMPULSE CONTROL OF YOU THREE!

Stormy: RUN BITCH WE'RE ALMOST AT ALFEA

Iorda: WHY WOULD YOU CHOSE TO WEAR HEELS IN A SWAMP YOU'RE WORSE THAN STELLA!

Stormy: SO I COULD BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF ANYTHING THAT TRIES TO KILL US!

Iorda: THEN BY ALL MEANS BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THE ARISTE

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[androgynouspenguinexpert]

babe wake up androgynouspenguinexpert posted another character analysis from the train during her finals week because she's banned herself from drawing anything new

its time to tackle vega, because he's cool.

all of the characters carry a unique narrative theme or motif - the importance of self worth for gavin, impostor syndrome for asher, consent and control for marcus, etc. vega's theme is one of, if not my favourite: nature vs nurture, learned behaviour, and the morality of necessary evil.

vega doesn't start out as a moustache-twirling villain, but he's certainly hurting people for selfish reasons. however - the line between right and wrong starts to blur even across vega's first few appearances. as he points out himself later, vega has essentially created a closed loop of suffering to feed from. yeah, he got someone roofied and kidnapped, which is bad, but he's limited his victims to two people. ivan and baby. there's even a case to be made about baby's safety - ivan is volatile and incredibly dangerous (breaking either glass or ceramic with his bare hands???), but we never see him physically harm baby other than restraining them.

vega's age (pin this) has granted him an incredible level of experience and therefore intellect. he's probably the smartest piece on the board right now, save maybe for brachium (but he's sort of on a board of his own anyway). vega knows exactly what he is. he feeds on suffering and agony, and there's nothing that can change that. equipped with this knowledge, vega has managed to streamline the production of agony without really getting his hands dirty, and basically guaranteed the survival of both people involved.

then in comes caelum. he accidentally discovers vega's operation, and immediately runs to freelancer for help. vega proceeds to kick the shit out of caelum for snitching, and almost kills him. again, this is bad. i'm definitely not defending vega's actions here - but think of it from his point of view: he's set up a way of passively producing agony and is minding his own business. a daemon who is 24 (at time of writing) stumbles across this, and immediately threatens to shut it down as well as get him arrested. that's like a toddler walking in on a meth lab and running to the cops. vega probably could drop everything and relocate to avoid the department, but that would take a lot more time and effort than just soccer kicking the toddler over a fence. so he tries, and fails, because gavin steps in. gavin being able to overpower vega - despite being potentially hundreds of thousands of years younger - speaks to the inefficiency of vega's agony system, and he's smart enough to be well aware of that. agony (in a relatively nice part of california, anyway) isn't really a renewable resource like lust or joy are. harming someone, whether physically or otherwise, enough to fuel vega for any significant amount of time would either permanently damage or kill that person. that's not sustainable.

and then vega gets arrested. the human government asks a being probably older than civilisation to pinkie promise he'll stay in a little concrete box for a while. vega explains later that he doesn't believe in unnecessary violence - unless he decides that it is necessary, i guess - so he probably went along with his arrest fairly peacefully. there's another analysis in here somewhere about where (or from whom...?) the department learned its containment methods, considering they haven't really figured out aria yet.

but anyway - vega gets tossed into maximum security. and even from behind the ward, he's finding subtle (and less subtle) ways to stir the pot, especially with his new department-assigned therapist (another quick aside that's too good for the tags; did anyone else find it super fucking funny that vega's first real friend on elegy is his therapist?). i think vega feels neutral about elegy, leaning ever so slightly towards liking it, but he knows what he is. a demon. vega never was, and never will be, human. that's why he never audibly speaks (which is a fantastic detail) - he's rejecting the most basic form of modern human communication. language. yes, he knows english, but he's probably never spoken a single word out loud. vega's fear of daemons growing away from their roots is also why he starts testing for cracks in the warden's façade - he's worried that daemons are starting to assimilate a little too much. they're losing their identity as a separate species, and losing sight of the sacrifices made during the cacophony. and he's right - the cacophony has entirely faded into myth. his suffering and loss has now been turned into a fable; a cautionary tale about dealing with forces beyond our control.

next is the escape, which is both interesting and sick as hell. vega proves that he's not a fan of violence for the sake of violence by mincing some solitaires, tossing an unconscious warden over his shoulder, and escaping the detention facility. this is vega's first real selfless action. he definitely could have left the warden to the solitaires, but chooses to save them because of their compassion towards him. this shows a little of vega's internal struggle - he's never been around unconditional like, let alone love, because he doesn't need to. he needs to be unlikeable. manipulative. cutthroat. these are the things that keep him safe, but more importantly fed. we know from his imperium counterpart (who will eventually be getting a post of his own) that vega wants to be wanted. as much as he denies it and dodges the topic when it's brought up, vega is not intrigued by the warden because he can toy with them. he's drawn to them because they're willing to understand. they're hesitant, but for now they're giving vega the benefit of the doubt. he's never been given that before.

he also starts to wear down the warden's already fragile sense of morality with the kidnapped department officer. although his methods are very questionable, vega is correct again when he explains that he doesn't really have a choice. he won't hurt the guard, and the guard can't hurt him or the warden, but will keep spewing out hate that vega can feed on for the forseeable future. he's killing two birds with one stone as well - the warden is an inchoate. it's far easier for vega to track down (read: kidnap) one racist than to juggle the emotional intake of two people.

i don't think vega is just trying to break the warden out of their department mould for the sake of shenanigans, nor does he want to return to the glory days - vega knows that humanity and daemonkind are now inseperable after the imprisonment of the sovereigns.

he just doesn't want daemons - genuinely good people trying to make the best of a not fantastic situation - to lose sight of what they are. what they used to be. not anarchists, or pawns for the department. starchildren.

forgive me. i tend to wax poetic.

[alaffy]

House of the Dragon, Ep. 2x04 – The Red Dragon and the Gold (Spoilers)

Finally!

So, first, I’m going to touch on a few things in this episode that are likely to be important.  Then, I’ll focus on the last half of the episode, and then events leading up to them, as that’s really the only part most people want to talk about.

So, a good part of this episode is like the last…council’s talking about going to war.  Aegon learning he’s not as good of a king as he wants to believe and everyone wondering where Rhaenyra is.  Yawn.

Alicent realizes that the world doesn’t deserve two Sir Bitches and so tries to remedy a possible…yeah.  She also is really obsessed about learning history now, even though it will change nothing. 

Daemon is trying to raise an army; being driven mad by ghosts; and being drugged by a witch.  He had a busy and odd episode.  But it all is based around what I believe is the thing he’s questioning the most, is he truly there to support Rhaenyra or is he out for himself?

Ayrn is going to be Vaemond’s son, isn’t he?

Rhaenyra realizes that there’s no path to peace anymore and fully commits to war.  She also tells her son about the “Song of Fire and Ice.”

Ok, let’s get to the important parts.  Sir Bitch and Alicent’s brother are actually doing a pretty good job of getting people to align with Aegon.  And those that don’t, Sir Bitch kills.  It looks like they’re going to Herrenhal when Sir Bitch gets a raven.  Plans are afoot.

These plans, as we find out, are between Sir Bitch and Aemond (who really should be leading this army).  Aemond realizes that, with Daemon at Herrenhal, it’s probably for the best that they switch gears.  Instead of going there, they’ll attack Rook’s Rest.  It’s a small target, but one loyal to Rhaenyra.  Furthermore, if they take Rook’s Rest, Rhaenyra is more or less cut off from the main land.

Ok, skipping to the second half of the episode.  Sir Bitch attacks Rook’s Rest.  Rhaenyra has decided they need to use dragon’s.  Well, we can’t have this war ending too soon, so we’ll only send the one (even though there’s probably three there if Baela is still at the keep).  Rhaenyra says that she will go, but Rhaenys convinces her to let her go. 

So, Sir Bitch’s army attacks and then Rhaenys attacks.  And, at first, it looks bad for Sir Bitch.  But, as I said at the beginning, he’s been making plans with Aemond.  And guess who just happens to have his dragon nestled in the woods?  And what would have come next probably would have been a great victory for Team Green, except….

Aegon, not being included in any of these plans because he’s an immature brat, decides to get drunk and join the battle.  So, as Sir Bitch is signaling to Aemond to join the fight, here comes Aegon on Sunfyre.  At which point, Aemond decides it’s time his brother learns a lesson.  So, he let’s Aegon take on Rhaenys. 

Meanwhile, Alicent’s brother is demanding why Sir Bitch allowed the king to join the battle.  Of course, Sir Bitch is just as surprised as everyone else and is wondering where Aemond is. 

Anyway, Meleys is just making short work of Sunfyre and it looks like Rhaenys is about to win the war singlehandedly; but then Aemond attacks on his dragon.  Uh, let me be clear.  He’s not there to save his brother.  Sunfyre and Aegon are just an obstacle in the way to Rhaenys and Meleys.  And it’s an obstacle Aemond quickly gets rid of.

Sunfyre plummets to the ground, the fate of Aegon unknown.  Sir Bitch tries to rush to the king’s aid, but is quickly knocked unconscious. 

Rhaenys, naturally, isn’t stupid and knows that Meleys is unlikely a match for Vhagar.  Still, she continues to fight and does manage to land some serious blows on Vhagar, as well as continue to fuck up Sir Bitch’s army.  But, in the end, Vhagar is able to overpower and kill Meleys.  Meleys and Rhaenys fall to the ground, Meleys’ body destroying a good portion of Rook’s Rest.

Well, so much for my favorite character.  Goodbye Rhaenys.

Sir Bitch wakes up to the sound of Alicent’s brother rallying (what’s left of) the troops to sack (what’s left of) Rook’s Rest.  Sir Bitch goes to where Sunfyre, uh, plummeted (nice to see how everyone was concerned for the king), only to find Aemond there looking like he’s getting ready to finish what he’s started.  But it looks like Sunfyre and Aegon are somehow still alive. 

So, is the battle a victory?  Obviously Team Green will claim it as one.  And they did manage to achieve their objective, kill a dragon, and get one of Team Black’s most powerful players.  But…

Their king is near death, one of their dragon’s is out of commission (assuming it doesn’t die), and a good portion of the army they raised in now charcoal.  They may call it a victory, but it’s a weak one at best given what Rhaenys was able to do with her one dragon. 

But the bright side is that we’ve officially started the war and now the show will (hopefully) pick up in pace a bit. 

[definitelynuwonhere]

Shaw Pack Domestic Life Au Fanfic

I legit thought this piece was never gonna see the light of day cuz of how much trouble I was having with the interactions but here it is, let me know what ya think

Might post the rest of the ship kids next time, doodles of em perhaps, who knows.

Characters:

-David Shaw

-Angel (NB)

-Caelum

-Shaw Twins: Gabriella and Callum Grey Shaw (ship kids)

------------------------------------------------------------------------------"Old Friend"

“Buddy it’s 2 AM, please go to sleep.” They sighed, rocking the crying infant in their arms, cries that echoed around the room, hindering any shut-eye. Suddenly, David walks in, bags in his eyes, well expressing his exhaustion that night. “You should turn in for the night Angel, I’ll take over.” He said, taking the child from his mate’s arms. They sighed in relief, stretching their arms that had been in the same position for the past hour. “You sure about this? I know you have work in the morning…” They said, expressing their concern. “I’m sure. Take a load off, you deserve it. I’ll be right with you once I get this little rascal to bed” He smiled, looking at the child, rocking them lightly. “All right, thanks, babe.” They replied, a smile forming on their tired face. They leaned in, planting a swift kiss on David and the kid before trodding off to bed. As their mate left the room, David sat down on the rocking chair in the corner, attempting to lull the little guy back to sleep. “Thank god your sister sleeps like a rock.” He sighed, catching a glimpse of his daughter Gabby who was fast asleep in her crib. “Now what seems to be bothering you, buddy?” He said, lifting little Callum up in front of him. Much to his chagrin, this just caused the child to cry more, maybe even louder. “Ohh Callum…are you hungry?” He sighed, standing up from his sleep, walking around the room, rocking Callum in his arms in an attempt to calm him down.

Five minutes of straight high-pitched child crying later, David decided to place Callum back in the crib, turning on the mobile as a distraction as he snuck down to the kitchen to grab a bottle. As he headed back up, bottle in hand, noticing a crying-free hall, he figured Callum had somewhat cried himself to exhaustion, finally falling asleep. When he entered the room to confirm his assumption, he was surprised to see a very awake little guy, giggling away in his crib before reaching out his arms as he caught a glimpse of the bottle in his father’s hand. “Huh, I guess someone’s really excited for their bottle…” He said, though still confused at his son’s sudden mood shift, but he wasn’t about to question it.

-A Few Years Later-

“Daddy, Daddy!” The child called out, bolting towards his father. “Hey, buddy. What’s up?” He asked, looking up from his laptop. “I made a new friend! They’re really cool, we played space pirates and the ceiling stars flew around the room!” He exclaimed, proud telling his father about his epic adventure. David chuckled, ruffling his son’s hair. He always found children’s boundless imagination amazing. “Is that so? Your friend sounds very special.” Callum nodded, “He really is! We even have the same name!” He said with full enthusiasm. “Really? Well isn’t that something” He said, fully intrigued at his son’s new ‘friend’. “Anyways, can I grab a snack? I’m hungry.” The child said, drumming his little hands on his father’s thigh to emphasize his snacking desires. “Hm? Yeah sure go ahead, don’t fill up too much though, dinner’s gonna be soon.” He said, snapping out of deep thought, wondering about his son’s mysterious, special friend. “OK!” He replied, running off to get his snack. David chuckled, letting out a sigh. Oh, the wonders of fatherhood he thought.

That night as he tucked the kids in, right before he turned to close the door, a sudden breeze travelled the hall, opening a riff where a certain empathy daemon stepped out of. It was him. His not-so-imaginary childhood friend. It was Caelum, looking up at him, a mile-wide smile plastered on his face. David smiled. “It’s good to see you, old friend.” He said, his voice genuine and soft. The two shared a quiet moment as if reliving the moments back in time when he and Caelum would create stories, where he’d use his powers to make them come to life, or that time they were yelling at Asher who was dangling off the tree in David’s back yard. The silence was broken by a whine in the twins’ room, it was Gabby, she seemed to have woken up, calling out to her father. David sighed and Caelum sent him off with a nod.

He watched David as he went back into the room, closing the door behind him. “You finally untied the knots..” He muttered under his breath, a sense of pride sending a smile to his face. He was so proud of how far David had come and he was very happy he got to be part of the journey. There he stood, in an empty hall, chuckling under the moonlight that peeked through the window. With one relief sigh, he turned back around, opening back the riff he’d stepped out of, as he entered, he took in the sight of the room once more, taking in the good feelings that it erupted, mumbling out these last few words, “Bye Davey.” And with that, he closed the riff, leaving a shiny circular frame that fizzled before David’s eyes as he walked out of the room. “Thank you, Caelum. I'll cya on the playdate.” He chuckled, walking back to his room, and disappearing into the hall.

[dulcewrites]

I have random Baela and Rhaena thoughts. This is probably discombobulated lmao 😭

As much as I am looking forward to (and very much hoping for) more scenes/lines for rhaena and baela, it is personally going to be so… bittersweet (??) to watch them be involved in a war where imo they gain nothing by Rhaenyra winning. And knowing how reading seems to not be fundemental in this fandom, no this is not me saying it would make sense for them to fight for team green. Though if Alicent followed through on what she said to Rhaenys, they’d have driftmark but that’s neither here nor there I guess.

Especially if we go strictly by show canon. They are THEE dragon twins essentially offered up to legitimized two boys bc that’s all Rhaenyra has at that moment (before viserys swoops in again). She tried with Alicent, who shot her down knowing that Helaena, Dreamfyre, and possible children she would have with Jace would be used as leverage.

I would get it more if it was for family reasons or even personal ambitions (Baela being queen. Though her children would quite literally be put in the same position Rhaenyra’s kids are. If they even got that far💀). But imo nothing in the show depicts that. They try to show them having some sort of affection with Luke and Jace; still don’t know if that is romantic or sibling wise. Either way, I’m supposed to believe it’s enough?? If the fight is for Rhaenyra, they did a bad job showing that too and frankly it would not make sense. If it is for daemon that’s… a choice.

Something about Baela being ‘just like daemon’ but sitting and smiling nicely while Rhaenyra takes her birthright just kind of makes me laugh 😭. Like I said, I could possibly understand this decision if we got shades of Baela wanting to be queen. She seems pretty devoted to her grandmother and wards at Driftmark, it is just hard for me to think she in particular would be over the moon about Luke being lord of the tides. Regardless of if she sees him as family or not.

I am someone who will always advocate for more women on the show, especially women from a different social/economic background from the noble ones we got in s1. So if they choose to make Sara Snow a real person, there won’t be any real qualms out of me about it (unless they write her weird lol). But ngl it will be hard watching Baela fight, quite literally, while jace is away possibly falling in love and Rhaenyra sits on her butt at dragonstone. And daemon is away grooming another young girl???

Like who and what are they fighting for!!!

Oh, don’t even get me started on how Rhaena gets absolutely nothing out of this, and honestly nothing from the people who are supposed to take care of her. I just think they both got the short end of the stick, at least during the war. Which I guess is the point of it all. Casualties and people going through strife for a stupid throne but yeah.. I’m just kind of eh about watching that unfold.

[iapetusneume]

Wing Tier List - Primarch Version

So, because my partners encouraged me to write this and there seems to be a few mutuals who are interested, I’ve compiled my Wing Tier List for the Primarchs. This is inspired by this post about an exchange between Jaghatai Khan and Mortarion shortly after Mortarion ascended to be a Daemon Primarch. I am in no way an expert in 40k tabletop rules or lore - these rulings were made mostly off of Vibes with a dash of the lore that I know - or of wings on fictional characters. I’m just someone who has spent way too much time thinking about this.

I should also mention that, while it is impossible for me to be Normal about liking Sanguinius, this did not influence the actual rankings.

(I’m going to try to use official art as best I can.)

So, let’s get to it!

Contender: Sanguinius of the Blood Angels

Because to start off with anyone else would be heresy. His wings are so well-known that he carries the nickname “the Angel” among his brothers as well as the other Legions. Jokingly and lovingly called Hawk-Boy by fandom. Commonly-known in canon as one of the two most prettiest primarchs. Wings so significant that when I went to google “which primarchs have wings” to make sure I wasn’t missing someone Obvious, I got this:

Yeah, I didn’t even say Sanguinius in my search, but Google just Knew. (And also, thank you so much to @plagueplanethq​ for helping me fact-check how many Primarchs actually have wings.)

Anyways. Sanguinius is first to be evaluated because he’s the OG winged-primarch. He’s also happens to be the only Loyalist on this list.

Analysis: When setting out to do the look for Sanguinius, the original artists leaned in super hard to the “Angel” keyword and not so much the “vampire” part. If you showed me a picture of Sanguinius before I was into 40k and asked me what he is, I would have never guessed “vampire.” I have seen these sorts of wings hundreds of times. Are they nicely done? Oh definitely. Does he make it look good? Absolutely. How unique is it? ...not really? He’s an angel, and has white wings. The artists understood the assignment and did a great job, but this isn’t exactly new:

7 / 10

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Contender: Angron of the World Eaters

Analysis: When a dude has a nickname like “the Red Angel,” well, of course he’ll eventually get wings. I was a little worried at first that this was going to be too much “traditional demon or devil” wings, but I do like some of the detail on the model! Doing skin and/or scales for the wings also feels more practical for someone pledged to Khorne, because it feels like a chance of less maintenance than if feathers get all messy. (IRL birds will go take baths and such when they need it, but is Angron going to bother? That’s up for debate.) The spikes are very nice, and the few holes in the wings add some personality. It’s also a good reminder that they’re flying because magic and because the Warp laughs in the face of science. Consider me pleasantly surprised:

7 / 10

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Contender: Magnus the Red of the Thousand Sons

Analysis: Feathers make sense for the guy pledged to a god who has birb motifs going on. I really appreciate the fact that these feathers are distinct, and have a bit of character. Also, honorable mention to hexygoblin‘s paint job here, which is stunning. He’s definitely got the best feathers on wings. I also feel like Tzeentch would appreciate a bit of style:

8 / 10

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Contender: Fulgrim of the Emperor’s Children

Analysis: It is truly a shame that we don’t have a more current model for Daemon Primarch Fulgrim. I am forced to go off of the vibe of the model and that first image of him screaming to try to make a wing assessment. This looks fairly standard for what one might think of demons or devils, and I gotta say, I’m not impressed? The second drawing suggests feathers, which would make sense for the Phoenix. Mostly, I would expect the primarch who pledged themself to the Lord of Excess to be more... excessive? I’ve seen some cool fanart for different wing interpretations for Fulgrim, but I’m trying to go off of ‘canon’ as much as I can here:

5 / 10

(I will have to reassess one day when he gets a new Daemon Primarch model. Maybe we don'thave one yet because it isn't perfect.)

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Contender: Mortarion of the Death Guard

Analysis: I’m definitely getting moth vibes from the way the wings are done on the model. This model was also designed a bit more naturally to look like he’s flying. Artist took the prompt of “decay, so probably flies” and gave him flies on the model, which means bonus wings. But this isn’t a “how many wings” contest, this is for “coolest wings.” (Mortarion would win for sheer quantity of wings because of all of the flies.) There’s no way he’s flying with those wings without Warp Shenanigans. I feel like these are the most unique out of all of them. The paint job and also how the wings looks like they’re trying to be tatters also suggests the futile fight against entropy, which is the Lord of Decay’s bag:

9 / 10

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Honorable mention (since he’s not a primarch) is Vashtorr, because I wanted a 10 / 10 on this list:

Coolest wings, for sure. Should they be able to fly? Absolutely not. But Chaos Gods don’t care what you think is logical.

10 / 10

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*drumroll* WINNER OF THE [PRIMARCH] TIER LIST IS...........

MORTARION!