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acoraxia · 1 year

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[ TALK WITH YOUR BROTHER ]

The lower area of the heavenly grounds is surprisingly cold, a light mist covering the area despite the bright glow of gold and white seeping through.

There’s already rumors spreading through the Guard of undisciplined trainees running amok through the stables and freeloading in the gardens — though, it’s certain that the sole protagonist of said rumors is the one guffawing wickedly at the bottom of the stairs, orange fur and golden eyes easily standing out even in the dark uniform the yaoguai wears. A hard sniff is heard as the final step is done and the two men stare at each other, unblinking.

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SWK: Yang Jian, you would not believe what the horses just told me about Laozi SWK: It’s wickedly cool SWK: Like, “oh my god i never would’ve guessed”, kind of cool ELS: Hm. SWK: Seriously! SWK: You should definitely not go and check the stables, by the way, I think someone left one of the stalls open and one of the horses got out in the middle of the epic quest of: “Where’s the Bimawen?” ELS: You don’t say. SWK: I do say! Overly saying it, actually, I’m saying it right now SWK: Point is, the dude’s crafting some sort of “immortality pill” and keeping it all to himself in his lab and I’m thinking of making him extra sweet tarts tomorrow to try and get him to share some SWK: Okay, well, Imma try to get Jiejie to teach me to bake tarts and then I can sweeten him up SWK: All that skilled planning will get me closer to expanding my immortal lifespan by ten so I can gloat to those guards about who’s actually the strongest in training SWK: Hah! Even my old master knew that I was the strongest— ELS: Yes, who was that again? SWK: Hm? ELS: Your master. Who was he? SWK: What master? ELS: The master you just spoke of. SWK: I’ve only had one master and that’s you, bro

There’s a pause in the very-important-must-read-dialogue to remind the reader than if you’re unaware of the motions, Erlang Shen, the Jade Emperor’s nephew and renown God of Justice, is regretting his decision in coming down to try and negotiate with his brother about leaving behind trickery for the sake of his migraine-induced rage bursts. The Ivory Lady says it’s bad for his age.

SWK: Can I be honest? ELS: I don’t think you were born or designed to be honest. But by all means, go right ahead. SWK: I’m thinking about the clouds that form around here ELS: … ELS: Clouds? SWK: ‘Cause you have all the nice neat lil’ shapes back on the mortal realm that are fun to crash into! They fill up with water vapor and turn into shapes and you can try and guess what kind of shape they turn into like a very normal kind of game a fifty-year-old demon like me would play ELS: Clearly. SWK: But the clouds here never change! Not once! They don’t even disappear — is it like a time thing? That’s the exact same cloud I saw yesterday when I was chasing down Xiaotian ELS: Why were you chasing my dog? SWK: And that is the same cloud I saw when I broke into the Emperor’s closet and put on one of his fancy gowns to play ‘Emperor For the Day’ until someone noticed and ended up getting kicked out for ‘ruining the Jade Emperor’s regalia’ ELS: That was you? SWK: Not the point ELS: Stop chasing Xiaotian. SWK: I don’t think you’re focusing enough on the clouds and their freaky patterns and stupid ideas of never changing once when I turn way to ask for it ELS: Did you also dye his fur? SWK: Actually he just ran straight into my study desk and got ink all over himself ELS: Where did you get the colored ink? SWK: You can make it by mixing flower petals or leaves together to change its color ELS: Oh. SWK: Smart huh? ELS: I have found the one daily thing you’ve done to impress me. Congratulations. ELS: You’re grounded. SWK: No, I’m not ELS: You are. SWK: You always say I’m grounded but then you turn around and let me stay with the horses before training SWK: Come on Yang Jian it’s nothin’! Besides it’s just you and me, now, you can drop the ‘almighty justice god’ routine ELS: It’s not a routine!

ELS: Come on, Shi Hou. You’re the smartest trainee I have— SWK: Ever had ELS: You trained with me for like, what? A couple of weeks? It’s incredible how quickly you picked up on everything. You should be using that brain of yours for something other than cheap pranks, brother. ELS: You won’t be taken seriously if you don’t act serious. SWK: Says the gege who helped me prank your sworn brothers SWK: Didn’t know chickens could be so violent ELS: Of course they’re violent. The smaller they are the more violence is stored inside them. ELS: You’d know that if you learned about the— SWK: Yeah, I got it SWK: But can you blame me? Fifteen days of being here after finding out Heaven was lying to me? I could’ve gone back to Azure and told them about how stupid the whole ‘Taking Back Heaven’ plan is to try something else ELS: And you believe Azure would listen? SWK: Of course he would! SWK: You listen to me ELS: Because we’re brothers. SWK: He said he was my brother. How’s that any different? ELS: I, personally, don’t have any delusions of grandeur when it comes to wanting to overthrow the most powerful royal line out there. ELS: But I am willing to teach you how to control that magic of yours and learn to— SWK: Blast things! ELS: Heal, little brother. It will come in handy when you’re out in the battlefield all alone. You may be all powerful but your body’s still growing. Changing. You may even encounter stronger yaoguai on your adventures when you finally leave my temple. SWK: Really? You think someone is capable of hurting me? ELS: Apart from me? Yes. SWK: Psh, sure. You beat me, what? Three times? I still won the other fights. ELS: Yes, and I kept training to counter you. We’re tied. ELS: Now, go wash up. We’re traveling East tomorrow to meet with an old friend of mine. You’d do best to learn proper decorum before meeting him. SWK: If he’s anything like your right-hand then I’ll probably be able to manage ELS: Wukong… SWK: Yeah, yeah SWK: Bah, you worry too much Erlang. I’ll be right with you first thing in the morning ELS: I’ll believe you. ELS: Don’t be late!

There’s a bright flash of light, the same orange and yellows that seep from the sunset. It grows brighter and brighter and gray eyes stare up at the bird that circles around the god before diving towards the temple. There’s a few seconds before Erlang hears a loud cackle of laughter, amused and delighted, and he can’t help the small smile that spreads on his face.

He sighs and stares up at the sky, watching it change into night.

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MASTERPOST | REST OF THE AU

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ceruleancattail · 1 month

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CERU HELLO HOW ARE YOU?

THIS IS VERY RANDOM BUT, listen...ok read.

Cater can split himself, and he's quite a natural with that power. It's them, and those clones are him.

BUT It turns out that through that old mirror, you actually already knew a "Cater". People do nothing but repeat themselves between these two worlds.

The current Cater eventually discovers why you want to returning to that world. He noticed it, that lightness you have to talk to him, be in his company and touch him... but not with the others. Even though didn't know each other at all, there was a strange "spark."

"C´on, I can be better than that Clone of yours, you know? No need to go back, I can be a better boyfriend too, Kay?" *kabedon against the mirror*

The TWST characters exist in the "original" world but they get jealous when they discover it. Not sure if this already exists, but needed to tell you, yandere enjoyer. Cater one was just.. #perfect.

Sorry for this, bye-

*rolls on the floor and throws out the window*

COCO I AM LOOKING. EYES WIDE OPEN, PERCEIVING. STARING, EVEN. COME BACK HERE!!!!!!! HENWJWKWIWI OK THIS IS SUCH A BRAINROT THO OH MY GOODNESS. JEALOUSY OF ANOTHER VERSION OF HIM???? DOING HIS BEST TO ONE-UP HIMSELF OH MY GOD. IT’S A WHOLE NEW MEANING TO SELF HATRED I AM SCREECHING-

Coming out of that coffin, staring at a person that you find oh-so-familiar…. It’s a comforting presence, knowing at least there’s someone you recognise in this strange land. Someone you know, perhaps even trust…

In this case it’s Cater, isn’t it? Calling out to him, arms outstretched… well, it does take him by surprise. The doubt was etched on his face for just a brief second, but that was enough for you to draw back. Great Seven, you looked so hurt… like a kicked puppy.

There was something oddly cute about that.

After getting to know you a little more, Cater grows acutely aware of another “Cater”. Him, but from the universe you were from. You seem pretty close to that one, always yammering about what both of you did, what he said. You speak about that Cater so fondly, beaming away brightly.

So brightly that Cater can hardly stand to look at you straight on. That sort of love and passion isn’t too new to him. Hey, he has quite the number of followers on Magicam! Cater’s no stranger to being fawned over.

Yet to have someone who knows you so intimately, to speak of you with such tender affection in their voice… you might just succeed in making old Cay Cay’s heart skip a beat!

Slowly, Cater starts to make his move. Taking on “Cater’s” mannerisms, greeting you much more casually. Carefully playing a role, moving ever so grudgingly slow. No sense in scaring you away, hm?

Yet no matter what he does,

it’s still not the same.

it’s still not the same it’s still not the same it’s still not the same it’s still not the same it’s still not the same it’s still not the same it’s still not the same it’s still not the same it’s still not the same it’s still not the same it’s still not the same it’s still not the same it’s still not the same it’s still not the same it’s still not the same it’s still not the same it’s still not the same it’s still not the same it’s still not the same it’s still not the same it’s still not the same it’s still not the same it’s still not the same it’s still not the same it’s still not the same it’s still not the same it’s still not the same it’s still not the same it’s still not the same it’s still not the same it’s still not the same it’s still not the same it’s still not the same it’s still not the same it’s still not the same-

You still want to go back. Go back to your life, go back to the “Cater” you know and love. Gods, what was the problem with you? He did everything right, played a role he knew you loved. Cater went through hell, melding himself into the perfect “Cater”.

Wasn’t he what you wanted?

Was he not good enough?

Arm slamming into the glass of the mirror, he could feel the surface crack. Feel the fragments jutting upwards ever so slightly, digging into the bone of his knuckles. Hey, why do you want to go home that bad? Isn’t everything just the same here?

You have to go back to Cater?

Now that just hurts his feelings.

You could see the cracks crawling across Cater’s expression. His lips twitching, a smile drawn tight across his lips. Eyes narrowing ever so slightly, a cold steel determination glinting menacingly within those emerald irises.

Cater this, Cater that.

Open your eyes.

Isn’t he right here?

#twisted wonderland #twst #cater diamond #cater x reader #cater diamond x reader #cater #protection charm ♦️#I hope you’re happy with what you’ve done Coco #look what you made me do (Ceru enjoyed it immensely)

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kckt88 · 1 month

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The Lost Dragon XIII - Tranquility.

Summary:

Jace and Aemond find common ground and Vaelys is unwilling to make peace.

Warning(s): Angst, Apology, Mention of Miscarriage, Language, Uncle/Niece Incest, Kissing, Smut - Fingering, Hand Job, P in V, Breeding Kink, Pregnancy, Crying, Frustration, Child Birth.

*Features two year time skip*

AEMOND TARGARYEN x O.C -VAELYS TARGARYEN

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 4267

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

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

Tag List - @jasminecosmic99 @kaelatargaryen @yesterdayfeelings-blog @immyowndefender @0eessirk8 @darylandbethfanforever9

Jace's footsteps echoed through the corridors of Dragonstone as he made his way towards his sister's chambers. He could feel the tension in the air, a palpable weight that hung over the castle like a storm cloud. He knew that Vaelys was still reeling from the argument she'd had with their mother, Rhaenyra, and he was determined to help mend the rift between them.

As he approached the door to Vaelys' chambers, Jace paused, gathering his thoughts before he knocked gently. "Vaelys," he called out, his voice tentative. "It's me, Jace. Can I come in?"

There was a moment of silence before the door swung open, revealing Vaelys standing on the other side, her expression guarded and defiant. "What do you want, Jace?" she asked, her voice sharp with anger.

Jace stepped into the room, his gaze meeting his sister's with a mixture of concern and determination. "I came to talk," he replied softly, his tone pleading. "To see how you're doing-and to try and sort things out."

But Vaelys remained unmoved, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. "I don't want to talk," she snapped, her voice tinged with bitterness. "Especially not about Mother."

Jace sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He knew that Vaelys was hurting, that the wounds inflicted by their argument ran deep. But he also knew that he couldn't simply stand by and watch their family fall apart.

"Vaelys, please," he pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation. "I know you're angry, but you can't shut us out forever. We're family."

But Vaelys shook her head, her eyes blazing with defiance. "Not anymore," she retorted, her voice thick with emotion. "Not after what Mother did."

Jace followed Vaelys as she made her way to the grassy cliff edge, where Aemond was sitting with their children, Sovia and Daevyn. The dragons—Silverwing, Sapphyre, Vermithor, and Vhagar—rested nearby, their massive forms casting long shadows in the afternoon sun.

As Vaelys approached Aemond, a smile lighting up her face, Aemond's expression darkened when he noticed Jace trailing behind her. His brow furrowed with concern, wary of the tension that lingered between them.

"Vaelys," Aemond greeted her, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "Is everything ok?”

“Everything is fine-It’s time for the children to bathe” replied Vaelys firmly.

"Jace," Aemond acknowledged with a nod, his tone cool.

Jace shifted uncomfortably under Aemond's gaze, acutely aware of the tension that hung in the air. "Aemond," he replied evenly, trying to keep his voice neutral.

"Come on, little ones," Vaelys said affectionately, bending down to gather them in her arms. "It's time for your bath."

Sovia and Daevyn protested playfully, but Vaelys' gentle insistence soon had them reluctantly following her towards the castle.

As they disappeared inside, leaving the cliff edge bathed in the soft light of dusk, Jace turned his attention towards Aemond.

"Aemond, what my mother did-“ muttered Jace, his voice edged with frustration. "-She was worried what you might do."

Aemond's jaw clenched, his gaze hardening as he fixed his brother-in-law with a steely stare. "Worried or not, keeping Vaelys in the dark about where I was-it was cruel," he retorted, his voice laced with bitterness. "And then for Daemon to insinuate that I would betray her-it was unforgivable."

Jace bristled at the accusation, his own temper flaring in response. "They were trying to protect her," he countered, his voice rising with indignation. "You know how much she means to them, to all of us."

But Aemond shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping him. "Protect her? By tearing us apart?" he scoffed. "I would never betray Vaelys. Not in a thousand lifetimes."

Jace's resolve wavered as he met Aemond's gaze, the pain and anguish etched in his eyes impossible to ignore. In that moment, he realized the depth of his brother-in-law's suffering, the weight of his own guilt heavy upon him.

"I-I know, Aemond," Jace admitted quietly, his voice filled with regret. "T-They thought they were doing what was best for her. But now-now I see how cruel it all was."

Aemond's voice was heavy with resignation as he addressed Jace, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. "I know kidnapping Vaelys was wrong," he admitted, his tone tinged with regret. "But I tried my best to protect her”.

Jace's expression softened, a pang of remorse tugging at his heart as he listened to his brother-in-law's confession. He knew that Aemond had faced impossible choices, that he had sacrificed everything in his desperate bid to shield Vaelys from harm.

"Aemond, I-" Jace began, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the right words. "I understand why you did what you did. And I'm sorry-I'm sorry for everything that's happened."

Aemond nodded solemnly, a weary acceptance in his eyes. "Thank you, Jace," he replied quietly, his voice tinged with sadness. "But no matter what I do, no matter how hard I try-it's never going to be good enough, is it?"

Jace's heart clenched at the truth of Aemond's words, the weight of their shared guilt hanging heavy upon them both. "I wish things could be different," he admitted softly, his voice thick with emotion. "I wish we could go back and make things right."

But Aemond shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping him. "It's too late for that," he replied, his voice tinged with resignation. "All we can do now is try to move forward, to rebuild what's been broken."

Jace's voice broke through the heavy silence, his words filled with a sense of turmoil. "Aemond, how do you do it?" he asked, his tone weighted with uncertainty.

Aemond furrowed his brow in confusion, taken aback by the sudden question. "Do what?" he replied, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Jace hesitated for a moment before continuing, his gaze faltering as he struggled to find the right words. "How did you cope-when Vaelys suffered the miscarriage?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Aemond's heart clenched at the mention of the painful memory, the grief and sorrow washing over him like a tidal wave. He closed his eyes, the weight of his emotions threatening to overwhelm him.

"It wasn't easy," he admitted quietly, his voice thick with emotion. "There were moments... when I thought I couldn't bear it. But I knew I had to be strong for Vaelys."

He paused, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "Sometimes, especially when I was in exile, I would think of the babe we would have had," he confessed, his voice trembling with raw vulnerability. "Boy or girl, it didn't matter. I would have loved them with all my heart."

Aemond's eyes brimmed with tears as he spoke, the pain of their loss still fresh in his mind. But then, amidst the darkness of his grief, a flicker of light emerged.

"But I cope," he said softly, his voice filled with determination, "By loving my wife. By being there for her, no matter what."

"Baela-she struggles with our loss. I don't know how to help her."

Aemond regarded his brother-in-law with empathy, the pain of their shared grief etched in his eyes. He reached out, placing a comforting hand on Jace's shoulder. "I understand, Jace," he said softly. "It's not easy seeing the one you love in pain."

Jace nodded, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I just want to make it better for her," he admitted, his voice choked with emotion.

Aemond offered him a reassuring smile, a glimmer of understanding passing between them. "Sometimes," he began, his voice gentle yet firm, "The best thing you can do is simply be there for her. Let her cry, let her scream. Hold her close and tell her you love her."

He paused, his gaze searching Jace's for reassurance. "It won't take away the pain," he continued, "But knowing that you're there, that she's not alone, it can make all the difference."

Jace nodded, a sense of gratitude washing over him at Aemond's words. "Thank you, Aemond," he said quietly, his voice filled with appreciation. "I'll do whatever it takes to help her through this."

Aemond stood on the grassy cliffs of Dragonstone, his gaze fixed on the sky as he watched Jace soar away on the back of his dragon Vermax.

Turning away from the horizon, Aemond made his way back towards the castle, his thoughts lingering on the bond he shared with his family. As he stepped inside, the warmth of the hearth greeted him, casting a soft glow over the room.

And there, in the corner, he found Vaelys reading a story to their children, Sovia and Daevyn, their laughter filling the air like music. Aemond's heart swelled with love as he watched them, his worries melting away in the warmth of their embrace.

Joining them by the fire, Aemond wrapped his arms around his wife and children.

"What book are we reading?" he inquired, his tone filled with genuine curiosity.

Sovia beamed up at her father, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "It's a story about a dragon who saved a Princess," she answered, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "And then they fell in love."

Aemond's heart swelled with affection as he looked at his daughter, her innocence a reminder of the beauty and wonder of the world. His gaze then shifted to Vaelys, who met his eyes with a soft smile, her love shining brightly in the warmth of her gaze.

As the family immersed themselves in the tale of the dragon and the princess, there came a gentle knock at the door. Ceci, stood in the doorway, her warm smile lighting up the room.

"Supper has been prepared” she announced softly, her voice carrying a note of warmth and familiarity.

Vaelys glanced up from the book, a smile touching her lips as she nodded in acknowledgment. "Thank you, Ceci," she said warmly. "We'll be there shortly."

Ceci dipped into a polite curtsy before retreating from the room, leaving the family in the quiet comfort of their own company once more.

As they entered the dining hall, Aemond's hand still playfully tickling Sovia's side, they found Helaena, her children and Daeron already seated at the table. The room was filled with the aroma of a hearty meal, and the sound of cheerful chatter filled the air.

Vaelys' eyes swept across the room, her attention catching on Daeron, who sat with a sheepish grin, stealing glances at Ceci, who’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, she gasped in shock as she realized Vaelys had noticed, but Vaelys merely offered her a warm smile before turning her attention to Aemond.

Aemond's laughter rang out as he continued to tickle Sovia, the joyous sound filling the room with warmth. Vaelys' heart swelled with love as she watched her husband and daughter, a sense of contentment washing over her.

As they took their seats at the table, joining Helaena and her children, Vaelys felt a sense of gratitude for the simple moments of happiness that filled their lives.

*Two Years Later*

As they walked deeper into the cavern, the sound of trickling water grew louder until they reached a small chamber bathed in a soft, golden glow. Steam rose from the surface of a crystal-clear pool nestled against the rocky walls, the air heavy with warmth.

Vaelys and Aemond exchanged a look, anticipation gleaming in their eyes, before they began to undress, shedding layers until they stood bare beneath the flickering torchlight. With a shared smile, they stepped into the soothing waters of the hot spring, sighing in bliss as the heat enveloped them.

Aemond's eye sparkled with affection as he watched Vaelys, her silhouette softened by the gentle glow of the hot spring's waters. With a tender smile, he extended his hand, inviting her to join him closer. Vaelys, sensing his intention, waded towards him, her heart quickening with anticipation.

As she drew near, Aemond wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his lap with a gentle embrace. Vaelys settled against him, the warmth of his body mingling with the soothing heat of the water.

Vaelys then reached up and delicately slipped the eyepatch from Aemond's head, revealing the sapphire nestled within, its deep blue hue capturing her gaze.

Tenderly, she leaned forward, and pressed a series of soft kisses on the scarred side of Aemond’s face.

Each kiss was a silent declaration for the love she felt for her husband.

As she pulled away their gazes locked the world around them fade away, leaving only the two of them, in that moment.

Aemond leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers in a sweet kiss.

He was about to pull away when Vaelys slowly opened her mouth, inviting him in, her wet hand sliding round the back of his neck.

Encouraged, Aemond parted his own lips against hers and slowly slid his tongue inside her hot wet mouth.

Looking up at Aemond’s face, she licked her lips and ran a hand down his chest, digging her nails into his skin as she went.

Aemond seemed to enjoy the tinge of pain mixed pleasure, his eye rolling back in his head.

Vaelys then lowered her hand to wrap around his hard cock.

Aemond drew in his breath at her touch, his cock throbbing, as she slowly moved her hand up and down.

Her tongue running along his lower lip as she leisurely stroked his cock.

Her hand sliding smoothly along his wet length with firm, deliberate strokes.

“N-No m-more, I’m going to come if you carry on-” muttered Aemond.

“I want to suck your cock” whispered Vaelys.

Aemond shuddered, as her hot breath tickled his ear.

Before he could answer Vaelys took a deep breath and slid under the water, gripping his erection a little harder than she would ordinarily have dared.

Aemond didn't move.

Vaelys put her lips to his head then quickly pulled his cock into her mouth, forming a tight seal so as to not let too much water enter.

Stroking his shaft firmly, she moved up and down, swallowing his head and as much of his length as she could, sucking hard.

Vaelys’ hearing was somewhat clouded by the surrounding water.

She didn't hear Aemond’s sharp intake of breath, and she couldn't see how he tilted his head back, eye closed against the glorious streaks of pleasure coursing through his body.

Aemond couldn't remember the last time he was this hard.

Vaelys head broke clear of the water, she gasped for breath and pushed her streaming-wet silver hair back over her head.

“What are you?” asked Aemond.

But Vaelys didn’t answer she just smirked and moved backwards, her arms moving hypnotically under the water as she swam away from him.

Aemond smiled as he pushed himself away from the edge of the pool and swam after her, but she took a deep breath and sunk below the surface of the water.

Aemond watched as she moved sinuously through the clear water, his wife stopped and stared at him from under the water, her silver hair fanned out behind her like a curtain, she smiled as she resurfaced but dodged out of his way as he went to grab her, taking a breath a sinking beneath the surface once more.

Descending under the water, Aemond followed his wife, he was never one for swimming and he’d only learnt as a child after he complained to his mother when he’d saw Vaelys, and her bastard strong brothers being taught by Ser Laenor.

Thank the seven he’d insisted, because if he hadn’t then he wouldn’t be able to share in his current experience with his wife.

He rose to the surface and took another deep breath before descending below the surface again, reaching for his wife as she swam past him and tickled him.

Aemond seized hold of his wife and moved his hands around her neck as he pressed his lips to hers.

They both resurfaced at the same time, breathing heavily as their hands grasped at one another.

Aemond took hold of Vaelys and span her around, his body pushing her towards the edge of the pool, his hard cock grinding against her arse.

“Valzȳrys” exclaimed Vaelys (Husband).

Aemond’s large hands skimming down her sides, moving further and further down, extending his middle finger to tease her folds.

“Vok” growled Aemond (Perfect).

“A-Aemond” whimpered Vaelys.

“Do you know how much I fucking love you” rasped Aemond, his tongue running along the shell of her ear.

Aemond shifts slight as he continues to stroke her folds with one hand, whilst the other begins to tease her puckered hole with one finger.

He works in silence for a while, easing his finger in and out of her arse until she could take it easily.

Pulling out, he slowly added a second finger.

“Oh gods. Oh yes” moaned Vaelys, as Aemond dug his teeth into her shoulder.

“As much as I would love to fuck you there-I want to be inside your cunny”

“Oooh Aemond” exclaimed Vaelys.

“I’m going to fill you my seed-put another babe in you”.

“Aemond-Please fuck me” begged Vaelys.

“Oh, like this?” asked Aemond, and a second later his hard length filled her cunny in one smooth stroke.

“God. Yes. Aemond” screamed Vaelys.

He began to thrust in and out of her in deep achingly slow thrusts.

“Your cunt feels amazing” sighed Aemond.

Slowly thrusting back and forth. Over and over, withdrawing further each time, until his cock entirely withdrew from her warm wet entrance, he paused for a moment before thrusting himself back inside her.

Aemond then began to fuck her in earnest, plunging his cock into her cunny over and over, Vaelys’ moans of need echoing around the cavern.

The warm water rolling and splashing against the edges of the pool from the force of his thrusts.

Deciding he wanted to see her face as he fucks her, Aemond withdrew and turned her around, lifting his wife against him.

Her legs automatically wrap around his waist as he reaches down, wrapping a hand around his hard cock as he sheathes himself back inside her.

He rests his back against the rocky edges of the pool and digs his fingers into Vaelys’ hips as she rides him, hard and fast.

Aemond takes one of her stiffened rosy nipples into his mouth and sucks.

Fuck he couldn’t wait to get her with child again, her round stomach and her milk swollen breasts that he would indulge himself with.

Aemond felt his stones draw in; his peak was approaching. He snaked a hand around Vaelys’ body and played with her clitoris, plucking it with his fingers.

“Oh gods” moaned Vaelys as her whole-body shook.

“Come for me, love” breathed Aemond, his thrusts starting to jerk.

He was close. So close.

Vaelys screamed as her desperately needed peak exploded from her body, making every limb tremble as her cunt convulsed around his cock.

“I’m going to fill you up-I meant it when I said I want to get you with child again”.

“A-Another babe?” whimpered Vaelys.

“Yes” growled Aemond.

“P-Please, I want it” begged Vaelys.

“FUCK” roared Aemond.

His own peak nearly took him off his feet. The sensation took over his body as he spilled rope after rope of his seed, he had no recollection of what he did or said for the good minute it took for his peak to crest, then subside.

He had never come so hard in his life.

Breathing hard, Aemond gently pulled out and enveloped his wife’s shaking limbs into a tight hug.

“I-I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Not at all” replied Vaelys quietly.

“Let’s head back to our chambers-I’ll have the maids bring us some food and drink, your going to need your energy for the night ahead ābrazȳrys, I plan on having you many more times this night” said Aemond firmly, his lips curving into a smile.

Vaelys lay in bed, her hand tightly clasped in Aemond's as she breathed through the waves of pain that rippled through her body. Sweat glistened on her brow, her chest rising and falling with each laboured breath as the moment they had been awaiting drew near.

Aemond stood by her side, his expression a mix of concern and unwavering support. With each contraction, he offered words of encouragement, his voice a steady anchor in the storm of sensations that swept over Vaelys.

"You're doing so well, my love," he murmured, brushing a lock of silver hair from her forehead. "Just a little while longer, and our child will be in our arms."

As the waves of pain intensified and the moments stretched into eternity, Vaelys felt the tears running down her cheeks. But these tears weren't solely born from the agony of childbirth; they were tears of overwhelming joy, tears of gratitude for the man who was standing by her side.

Through clenched teeth and gasps for air, Vaelys managed to whisper amidst the throes of labour, "I'm so happy you're here, Aemond."

Aemond's heart swelled with emotion as he squeezed her hand tighter, his eye reflecting the depth of his love and devotion. "I wouldn't be anywhere else, Issa jorrāelagon," he replied, his voice thick with emotion (My love).

"Princess” Maester Garrick began, his eyes meeting hers with a reassuring gaze, "The time has come. With each contraction, I need you to push with all your strength."

Vaelys nodded, her resolve steeling as she braced herself for the next wave of pain. Gripping Aemond's hand tightly, she drew a deep breath, summoning every ounce of determination within her.

"As the next contraction begins, I want you to bear down and push," the Maester instructed, his voice steady and measured. "Focus on the strength within you, Princess. You can do this."

As another wave of agony swept over her, Vaelys closed her eyes and followed the Maester's guidance, pushing with all her might, her muscles straining. With each exertion, she felt a surge of energy coursing through her veins, propelling her forward towards the moment of delivery.

"Good, Princess, good," the Maester encouraged, his hands guiding her with practiced precision.

"Keep pushing, just a little more, your doing amazing” exclaimed Aemond.

Through gritted teeth, Vaelys obeyed, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she pushed with all the strength she could muster. And then, with one final push the babe arrived with a wet squelch.

As the room filled with the sound of a newborn's cry, Maester Garrick's face broke into a smile of satisfaction. "You've done it, Princess” he declared, his voice filled with pride.

Exhausted yet elated, Vaelys collapsed back against the pillows, her eyes shining with tears of relief and joy. Beside her, Aemond squeezed her hand, his own eyes brimming with emotion as they gazed upon the tiny bundle of life that lay cradled in the Maester's arms.

With gentle hands, Maester Garrick carefully cradled the newborn in his arms, his weathered face breaking into a warm smile as he turned towards Vaelys and Aemond.

"You have a son" he said, his voice filled with a sense of reverence.

Vaelys' heart swelled with a rush of emotion as she gazed down at the tiny bundle nestled in the maester's arms. Tears of joy filled her eyes as she reached out, her arms trembling with anticipation, yearning to hold her newborn child against her chest.

Aemond's expression mirrored her own as he leaned in closer, his eyes shining with pride and wonder. "A son," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "Our son."

With a nod of acknowledgment, Maester Garrick carefully transferred the baby into Vaelys' waiting arms, cradling him against her chest with infinite tenderness. As she felt the weight of her son against her, a sense of overwhelming love washed over her, filling her with a warmth that eclipsed even the radiant glow of the chamber's torches.

"He's perfect," Vaelys breathed, her voice barely above a whisper as she pressed a kiss to the soft crown of her son's head. "Our beautiful son."

Aemond leaned in closer, his hand reaching out to gently stroke the baby's cheek.

As Vaelys cradled their newborn son in her arms, she couldn't help but marvel at the striking resemblance he bore to his father. The baby's features were a perfect reflection of Aemond's: the same strong jawline, the same piercing amethyst eyes and even the hint of a dimple that appeared when he puckered his tiny lips.

"He looks just like you, Aemond," Vaelys whispered, her voice filled with awe as she gazed down at their son.

As the tender moment between Vaelys, Aemond, and their newborn son lingered in the chamber, Maester Garrick, with a gentle yet expectant tone, interjected, "Princess, my Prince what shall we name this precious babe?"

Vaelys fell silent for a moment, her eyes flickering between the babe in her arms and her husband beside her. In that silent pause, there was a quiet reverence, a sacredness to the decision that hung in the air. And then, with a certainty that settled upon her like a warm embrace, she spoke.

"Aemon," she said softly, her voice carrying a weight of reverence and love. "His name is Aemon."

Aemond's breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening in stunned disbelief. For a moment, he was speechless, overcome by the honour and significance of the name chosen for their son—a name that echoed his own.

"Aemon," he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper, as he reached out to gently touch his son's tiny fingers. "It's a perfect name."

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runnning-outof-time · 8 months

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“I just need some quiet.” With Arthur 🧡💛

Congrats again friend!!

Thanks for sending this my way, Madelyn! I’m so excited to get some more Arthur in the mix here - I hope you like it! Enjoy! :)

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Part of my 3.5k Celebration - find more stories here!

Worth Much More

Arthur Shelby x Reader

Warnings: language

Word Count: 1077

Summary: (Y/N) offers some comfort to Arthur after he comes home distraught and thinking erratically.

The sound of the door slamming made (Y/N) jump, and she was sitting up straight on the couch within seconds. She quickly looked around, now acutely aware of her surroundings. Nothing seemed off in the sitting room, but the loud crash that came from the front room had her up and moving, her mind immediately going to the worst.

She was only slightly relieved when she saw what was waiting for her in the other room. Arthur stood only a few feet from the door, his palms pressed into his eyes as he heaved deeply. A quick glance to the floor told her that the loud sound she’d heard was the table that sat next to the door, which was now on the floor.

“Arthur,” she called out to him, hoping he’d lower his hands and acknowledge her. He didn’t. “Arthur,” she tried again, a little louder this time. Nothing. “Arthur!” now she was shouting.

“What?! Fucking what?!” Her raised voice did the trick, making him drop his arms and snap back at her, his eyes filled with rage. She didn’t need to ask to know something was wrong.

But she did anyway: “what’s happened, Arthur?” she spoke in a soft voice.

“Nothing, I…” he paused, clenching his hands into fists in hopes to curtail what he was feeling. His wife wasn’t the cause of his anger, she didn’t deserve to suffer from it. But at the moment, he felt like he couldn’t put it aside.

“Arthur?” she softly prodded him to continue, the stare he was wearing making her slightly more uncomfortable with each second that passed.

He squeezed his eyes shut as she spoke, using everything within him not to snap. She doesn’t deserve it, he kept telling himself, thankful that some rationality was still present in his mind whilst everything else was being painted over red. “(Y/N), fuck, I can’t, I…” his words came out through gritted teeth as he tried to convey his feelings in the calmest way possible. “Not right now, please, ok? I just need some quiet.”

(Y/N) blinked a few times, holding her gaze on him as she let the words sink in. She knew better than to continue at him for the information, and she was thankful that he’d so far managed to keep his emotions in check. So she nodded and softly said: “ok. Ok, Arthur. I’ll give you some quiet.”

Arthur nodded after hearing what she said. The two held each other’s gaze for a few moments longer before he broke it and moved to the steps of the home. (Y/N) watched him go, waiting until he disappeared upstairs to return to the sitting room. A heavy sigh left her lips as she sat down, her mind now running wild with the possibilities of scenarios that caused her husband to act like this.

She let him take the time he needed though and after waiting an hour, she slowly ascended the stairs. She listened for any sound as she walked down the hall, but was only met with silence. After three, quick knocks on the wood, she turned the knob and opened the door. Arthur was sitting on the bed, his head in his hands.

He didn’t notice her enter the room, so when he felt a hand on his knee, he sucked in a deep breath and lifted his head. Her kind eyes instantly met his, and something about them served to instantly quell some of the hurt he’d been feeling.

“Do you want to talk?” she asked him, her eyebrows lifting slightly. “Get anything off your chest?”

Arthur took a deep breath and held it for a moment, knowing that it would be good if he spoke about things instead of bottling them up. He began to speak as he exhaled, “my dad, he, uh…” he paused, running a hand through his hair, “he left town. He took the fuckin’ money I gave him and he left town. I caught him on the platform. He—he was lying about the plan he had…” he ended with another sigh, shaking his head as he dropped his gaze to the floor.

(Y/N) bit her lip as she mulled over the information. She instantly felt terrible for her husband.

Arthur Sr. had sought out his estranged family the second after sauntered back into Small Heath, hoping to put a bug in their ear. It worked with Arthur, and he was immediately roped into this grand scheme of opening a casino in Atlantic City. Tommy told Arthur not to trust it; not to buy into their old man’s schemes. But Arthur didn’t listen. He was determined to show that he also could make smart decisions and legitimate moves. Now was obvious that his choices had blown up in his face.

“I…I’m sorry to hear that, Arthur,” she offered her sympathy to him, gently squeezing his thigh.

“I waited for him, (Y/N),” he stated, pain clear in his voice, “I bloody waited for him just to find out he was takin’ our money and leaving town.”

“You’ll do better without him. You didn’t need his ideas to help you get ahead.”

“I’ve fucked things up for the business,” he sighed, not listening to his wife’s words, “and I ain’t worth much anyway.”

“Don’t say that, Arthur,” (Y/N) was disagreeing with his statement in seconds, “you are worth so much…much more than some money.”

Arthur lifted his eyes to meet hers, seeing that she had an assured look on her face. It was one that made his heart swell just upon seeing it. “Yeah, well…” he paused, a dejected chuckle leaving his lips as he shook his head at his thought, “it’s gonna cost me an arm and a leg to make things right after this.”

“I’m sure it won’t take that much,” she responded, allowing the slightest smile to form on her face as she picked up on the dry humor that was present in his statement.

Seeing her smile made Arthur smile, which in turn made her squeeze his thigh again.

The pain of the betrayal he’d been through that day would linger over the next few days, maybe even weeks; Arthur knew that. But he was thankful that he’d have (Y/N) there to help him through it. He didn’t even want to think of what he would have done if it weren’t for her being there for him.

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remixunderdacover · 11 months

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Donnie X FemReader

Your in the New York gym before heading home just for a work out and some weight lifting. Donatello starts walking towards the direction of the sounds of lifting weights as he turns the corner and sees a person lifting weights, in a matter of fact a girl.

"Hey, i don't mean to intrude or anything, but i heard you lifting weights and i just wanted to make sure your form is ok, to avoid any... possible accidents later on." You look at him. "Ya actually can you spot me?" Your wearing short workout shorts and a tank top.

"Of course, no problem" He spots you, with a small smirk on his face, making sure not to do something wrong. "Alright, just be sure to continue breathing your doing very well" You lift the weights over your shoulders and slowly start pushing up. "Keep going, you got this... you got this... good job!"

Gives a thumbs up, with a slight chuckle. "Good job! Do you usually work out this heavily, or just today?" He now takes the chance to look at you. Your clothing choice, your breathing, athletic build. "This is usually the lifts I do. My names Y/n by the way" "My name is Donatello. Are you working out alone today then?"

Looks with a curious expression."Uhh…" You look around real quick. "looks like it." You shrug. "If you don't mind me asking, why do you work out? Are you doing it for anyone in particular? Like your health, or for maybe even a competition of sorts or are you doing it just because?"

"I like the accomplishing feeling once I finish my work outs." You begin wrapping your wrists and hands. "Yeah makes sense" He nods his head. "I’m more of a tech guy myself but my brothers and i have had our share of training."

Notices you wrapping your hands watching the technic your using. "Alright" puts hands behind his back. "I guess you should make sure your hands are wrapped tight. You wouldn't wanna slip up while you're in the middle of a rep or even worse, hurt yourself." "I agree. It only took one time when I forgot too."

Your face makes a painful face while approaching the punching bag. Donnie makes a ouch face. "I bet that didn’t feel pleasant" He walks with you to the punching bag. "Oh, you're into some boxing? Do you actually box, or are you just gonna do some basic punching to work your arms?

"I’m thinking some swings before I go back home I got the sweat I wanted." You bounce on your feet back and forth as you swing and hit the bag. "If I may… could I give you some tips to get it swinging a little easier for you?" He holds his hand to his chin in thought. You put your guard down. "Sure! Go ahead."

"Don’t take this the wrong way because your doing everything right! But if you angle your hips just acute more to the way your swinging it will boost your motive." You stand in your fighting stance and do as he says but your a little off. "Like this?" He squints his eyes.

"Ya but little more like this" He shows you again. You switch your position a little more. "Like that?" He huffs. "Is it ok if I touch you?" "What?!" "No no no! Of course not like that I just wanna get you to the right position." You smirk. "Dude that sounds dirty" You chuckle.

"You know what I mean!" His hand goes to his hip as his other motions what he’s trying to say. "Ok ok I’ll stop messing with you." He moves to your backside moving his hands around your hips adjusting you to stand and hold correctly even though it made you blush a little.

"You might have to work with it a bit before your contacts will get stronger but this will help." He stays back as he studied the position he put you in. You gently punch the bag doing your own thing and some of what he said. "Not bad!" You comment him being right.

Rolling your neck back and forth once finishing. You both made your way out of the gym. "We are to see each other again." You grabbed your bag. Donnie opened the entrance door for you. "Yeah either I’ll see you again here or I can convince my brothers to let you come down and train with us."

"Sounds good to me. I just gotta get a work day off and we can see each other again. Thank you by the way." "Hey no problem really, I will look forward to another." He digs first his T- phone. "Here… so we can get together… for next time." He blushes a little your his stammering and his sudden nerves of just the gesture of getting your number.

"Oh ya sure!" You both exchange numbers and part ways.

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bil-daddy · 13 days

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Salutations Mr Bildad, Bildad the Shuhite, Bildaddy sir.

I'm so so sorry to bother you, or be a nuisance, but everything is getting on top of me lately and you give excellent advice.

Basically, the last 12-18 months have been awful - I'm acutely aware that in terms of what's happening in the world I'm pretty blessed 🙏🏻 However within around 12 months experiencing; a miscarriage, 4 bereavements, one parent being rushed into hospital, the other needing surgery (both are doing Ok now thank God 🙏🏻), two surgeries of my own within six months - neither of which have improved what they should have, chronic pain, multiple diagnoses - most of which were unexpected & should have been diagnosed a looonnnnggg time ago, reactions to any& all medications, finding out physio will be necessary for the rest of my life, a very upsetting break up, discovering people who were supposed to be friends can't be trusted...... Let's not forget financial issues due to being unable to work as result of illness etc .... I am losing hope that things are ever going to get better 😔

I'm so so sorry for offloading all this on you but work said they could no longer offer counselling which is infuriating because the counsellor was amazing! Sadly she isn't taking on any private patients for several months so we had to discontinue sessions for the foreseeable 😔

I'm so sorry but I don't really have any other people to talk to right now, my fiancé was my best friend so in a sense it's almost a double loss? Sorry this is pretty pathetic 😪

Yikes. And here I thought @blameless-job had it bad.

So, first off, let me tell you how sorry I am for all your losses. Any of which on their own are extremely painful, but all at the same time? Nobody should have to weather a storm like that. I am so proud of you, just for being here. You're incredibly strong for what you're surviving, even though you shouldn't even have to survive it in the first place.

So don't apologize cause there's nothing pathetic about reaching out for help when you're going through something--or multiple somethings, in your case. In fact, it's exactly the thing you need to do. A lot has been dumped onto your plate, so it makes sense you need to offload it.

I know your former counsellor isn't able to help you at the moment, but maybe they can refer you to someone else, because you deserve a professional (in psychology, not shoemaking and obstetrics) to help you through these tragedies. They might be able to get you a referral.

(If you want to try to find a counsellor on your own, there's NHS Therapy Services in the UK, and SAMHSA National Helpline in the US.)

In the meantime, though, I'll do my best.

If you're worried that things are never going to get better, you shouldn't be. I mean I understand why you are, but the fact is, as dark as this is to say, you might actually be at your lowest point right now. Which means, as awful as things are right now, things can only go up from here.

You got some new diagnoses, which suck to have, especially when they should have been caught earlier, but now that you have a diagnosis, you can start getting treated.

You're six months out from two surgeries and haven't gotten better, but in six more months, or even six weeks, you might start to see some improvement. Plus, once you start the phsyio therapy you now know you need, you can troubleshoot with the physical therapist on how to make more improvements on the issues you had surgery for, as well as the chronic pain. The physical therapist might also be able to refer you to a counsellor as well, if your previous counsellor isn't able to give you one.

But that's just the physical stuff.

It's the emotional stuff that hurts more. Losing loved ones, be it to death, breakup, or just realizing your friends aren't really friends. That kind of pain is even more difficult to deal with.

For the bereavements, it might be helpful remember the good times you shared with these people and the things you loved most about them. They may be gone now, but those memories aren't and they're even more valuable now that they are the parts of your loved ones that are still with you.

And when you're living your life, and you see or hear something that reminds you of them, like a favourite song, or the kind of car they used to drive, that's another way they're still with you.

You might cry the first few, or few hundred times you remember them, but after awhile you'll start smiling more and crying less when you think about them.

For the miscarriage, it's a bit tougher, since you're grieving what could have been, rather than what was. But it's still a loss as valid as any other loss of a loved one, so you have every right to grieve it as such. You have my deepest sympathy for the loss of your child. And the miscarriage is why your fiancé and you are no longer together, you have my deepest sympathy for that, too.

It would be easy for me to say "the trash took itself out" when it comes to ex-fiancés and fake friends, but much harder for you to actually feel that way.

You have the right to grieve the friendships and your relationship ending. To miss them even though they hurt you. To feel hurt, and betrayed, and angry, and still love them anyway, even if you can't be around them anymore. It's okay to hate them, too, if you need to. Not forever. But in the short term, it can be cathartic and exactly what you need.

It'll take time for all these overwhelming and conflicting feelings to fade, and it's possible they'll never completely be gone. But you will learn to live alongside them until you forget they're even there.

You will feel better, I promise you. Een if the light at the end of the tunnel looks like a distant star right now, you'll reach it.

So have an ox rib (platonic) for the journey

Hope this helps, even just a little. Mutuals, feel free to send good vibes @ashbunny2027's way

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sips-tea-cutely · 2 years

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One for the money, two for the show. I never was ready, so I watch you go.

‘That dream of going on bicycles to see a waterfall framed in summer leaves— it was not for the likes of me. All that can happen now is that one foul, humiliating sin will be piled on another, and my sufferings will become only the more acute. I want to die. I must die. Living itself is the source of sin.’ ~No Longer Human

a/n: i got burned in the shower and it rlly hurt so i made this also i told my friend this was about kunikida taking away dazais butter (me) so dont tell them ok

you were perfect, absolutely perfect. osamu loved you so much it was almost too much. after all, you were the only good thing that had happened to him in years.

he loved your sickeningly sweet grin; your gentle fingers on his scarred skin— all of it. he loved you and everything that came with it.

and now he’d never have that again.

he sat in the shower with his clothes on— quite fitting for a somber day like this. the water on his skin— the same that you’d hold as he cried— the water was like a shock to his skin. it was boiling hot, so hot that it was cold. it hurt so much. osamu wanted to turn it off, everything was hurting, but he couldn’t bring himself to do anything to ease the pain.

osamu wasnt sure of anything to do with ‘falling in love’, but he knew he wanted to be with you forever, that he wanted to be yours. you accepted him for his flaws and his few merits. you were perfect.

and now he cant have you anymore.

he was given so many opportunities, he should’ve done it when he could. with you, osamu died as well. the remains of his humanity; the memories of him and you— they followed you to your grave

“will you marry me, my love?”

six words. six words he should have said. six words he’ll never say out loud.

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facewithoutheart · 1 year

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Personal update after the break ❤️ heed the tags

I’ve always been a bit of a TMI mess so just throwing this out there because a) I like people knowing this but hate updating people individually and b) it’s helping me process.

At the end of my 2.5 week South American vacation with my husband I came down with what I thought as food poisoning. (Or, at the very very start, acute hatred of crowds at museums.) Anyway I went back to our hotel and started puking for about 18 hours. Which was a problem, given we were meant to go home the next day. Eventually my husband agreed with me that I was not getting better and we delayed our flight for another day.

On Jan 3 at about 3pm I finally felt normal. Like, I got an appetite. It was amazing. I sent my husband on a mission to bring me food and took a celebratory nap.

This is likely when my appendix burst.

I woke up in severe pain. Like. Severe. 6 or 7 on the pain scale. We waited all night but nothing made it better. Eventually my husband got me dressed and ready for the flight because a) we still thought this was a really bad case of food poisoning (I made him google appendicitis since the pain was that bad but nothing we read made it sound like that’s what I was experiencing.) and b) whatever was hurting me we wanted to be back in our own country where we had access to more resources and spoke the same language. My husband can speak some Spanish, but struggles with vocabulary, and this wasn’t a situation where we wanted to miss things in translation.

I was under the delusion that if I could just curl up in my own bed everything would be better.

Onward through a bumpy cab ride, pre-customs (where I had to sit on my luggage to not pass out… keep in mind I’d barely eaten anything besides some water and Colombian pedialyte for 2.5 days), get through security, walk to the gate (by this point every movement of my feet felt Sisyphean), get through a second, special, just for me baggage check where I had to take off and put my shoes on (seriously cannot overstate how painful that was), and then suffer through a 6 hour turbulent flight. All without looking sick because we were afraid they wouldn’t fly us home if I looked sick.

Ok! So now we’re back in the states. I am holding on for my comfy bed (remember: delusionally). We get through US customs in a surprisingly efficient manner, then head for our Lyft with Larry. Oh, Larry. He was the world’s slowest driver, bless him.

We get home, I pout at the bed until my husband put the sheets on, and then immediately flopped onto them.

And did not feel better. Worse, actually.

After being betrayed by the bed that was meant to cure me, I made more sad noises at my husband until we decided to call in the A team: my sister, the nurse.

She didn’t answer.

So I called my mom. Or, I called my mom and made my husband talk to her while I continued to make sad noises. We all have our coping mechanisms. She told us to go to urgent care, which is a shock if you know my mom. She’s minimized my illnesses my whole life so when she said, “Christina doesn’t complain about being sick until she’s really sick so maybe you should get it checked out.” Then my sister called back and helped talk us into a stand-alone ER which has facilities much like a standard ER but much faster and with a private room.

That’s probably the purpose of this whole story so holding it again: I don’t think I’m being dramatic when I saying going to a stand-alone ER (in the US) saved my life. Or at least helped avoid an invasive longer recovery surgery. To find one, you’re basically looking for an ER associated with a main hospital group, but not inside the main hospital compound. They’re a little hard to find so that’s the best I can do.

Ok so onward to the stand-alone ER. I’ll remind you at this point we’re still operating under the idea that I have really bad food poisoning, maybe severe dehydration. We get to the ER, check in, get taken back to the room, sing our story for some IV fluids, and I even got a warmed up blanket.

Heaven, if you ask me.

Fast-forward: they do a series of tests on me and conclude that my appendix has ruptured, possibly some time ago, and it’s imperative that I get surgery. Like, appendix where are you? They can’t even see it lol. They do double check my gall bladder just in case, which is another common problem FYI keep that in mind people who were born female.

Now the only question is whether or not I get a bed. Keep in mind I’m sitting pretty. The warm blankets, remember? The hospitals nearby are all full. People in the hallways waiting for care. Not ideal! The doctor tells his own horror story about his father being unable to find a room in a hospital to wait for surgery that will come 🤷‍♀️. (Coincidence: this doctor was Peruvian so that was fun! Since we’d just been.)

Luck is on my side because there’s a surgeon who will take me straight to the operating room. I get an ambulance ride (no sirens ☹️) but I do have a fun, chatty EMT who gawks at the number of ambulances stuck in the ambulance dock at the hospital to which I’m transferred. (Another bonus: the hospital is five minutes from my house.)

I pretty much immediately go into surgery. “Teetering” is the word the surgeon used about how bad I was doing. My husband estimated that I likely wouldn’t have survived another 24 hours in that condition. Fun times! Something to process later.

Moving on. I’m two days post-op, feeling great (great enough to write this!) and I’ve moved onto clear liquids, which is so awesome you guys. JELLO! ON PRESCRIPTION! I had a grape slushee yesterday, things are swinging back my way. I do have recovery issues (need to poop ☹️ need to get my ng tube removed ☹️☹️☹️ need to be able to blow a little green tube until it reaches 2,000 or something), but I’ve reached a stage where recovery is measurable so omfg my engineer husband is so happy. He has notes. He is getting a whole thrill out of making doctors explain things to him like he’s an idiot. Aside from the fact, you know, his wife’s appendix tried to kill her or whatever and the fact he’s got to actually go into the grocery store.

Meanwhile I get to measure my success in farts, which is really fun. The surgeon was like “I know you ladies don’t like talking about gas” and I was like “sir you saved my life with minimally invasive surgery but I cannot begin to tell you how little I care about talking about farts. Farts, farts, farts.” And then tried to see if we knew any of the same doctors so he’d pull my ng tube faster. No dice. He used this thing called “logic” and also “your belly was full of puss that I had to suck out so maybe do what I say” blah blah blah (no seriously I am super grateful for him; modern medicine, hospital system mess aside, is a marvel and I’m so happy I live in a world where a laparoscopic surgery was able to treat my issues with minimal side effects).

Anyway, that’s my story! Appendixes: sleeping nightmares, apparently. Lurking. Even when you’re 36 and way past appendicitis phase if you ask me. Way more trendy for a woman my age to have gall bladder issues.

Also: props to every man who said there’s no way a man would ever let this issue get as bad as I did because of my insane pain tolerance 🤣 like, thanks for the shout-out but I could do without the hospital stay.

Second shout out to my amazing husband who has been such a champ, getting me things, pushing doctors for answers, advocating for me, and also taking time to slap my ass every time I accidentally flash him with my very sexy hospital gown. He knows how to make me feel both cared for and alive. Ugh I’m gonna cry just thinking about how grateful I am to him. I won’t even make fun of him for WALKING INTO A SONIC SERIOUSLY WHO DOES THAT YOU ANIMAL but I will tease him for googling appendix and saying, “Do you know they don’t even know what the purpose of an appendix is?” Like. Honey. Yes, everyone knows that. But I pretended to be surprised anyways because, like I said. Champ.

Also my husband said my lung exercise machine looks like it has “a dick” which was exactly what I was thinking. Fist bumps. Never grow up.

The end!

#medical issues #hospital #references to throwing up #mentions of puss #discussions of farting #gross diatribes on loving my husband #life or death situations #guess what I’m having for lunch is it broth or broth? GOTCHA it’s broth

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lackablazeical · 2 years

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(I LOVE UR AUUUUUU! THIS CONCEPT DOES THINGS TO MY HEART <3 <3 <3 <3)

do Leo and Donnie still have that Disaster TwinsTM energy?

Is Leo like a yandere? (to be honest they all strike me as being pretty more violent/morally ambiguous than canon)

What's April like in this AU? LIKE WHAT'S HER DEAL LMAO.......SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE"LL LITERALLY HEAR U CHOKE AND TELL U TO STFU. LIKE DAMN BITCH THAT RBF SYNDROME BE ACUTE./j (still love her tho <3)

What does mikey do in his free time? ( I'm assuming like a deranged artist type of shtick/j)

AANDDDD do they still have that physical affection(hugs ,cuddles etc) from canon?

IWHQOQJEJJRNF HEART EYES AT U. HEART EYES. KISSES AND HEART EYES. Ok, now answer questions

Leo and Donnie do have that dynamic, yes! They are close and get along very well, and Leo will be a shoulder to cry on if Donnie is upset over something BM has done (then Leo may... get some revenge for his brother), but they will argue and fight as well. Leo is even more stuck up here then in Canon, so Donnie definitely savors every win he's able to get, and Leo definitely loves bragging about his 99% win rate JWBEKFN

Leo is, yes! That's one of his largest inspirations. Leo, in the AU, is an obsessive, lovesick stalker who does everything from blackmailing, breaking and entering, trying to mentally break his victims for entertainment, etc. Tho Usagi is the only victim that Leo ever actually fell in love with, most other victims had no romantic feelings or were more like high-school puppy love. They are all more violent and morally ambiguous, they have and do good and bad things. Leo is violent, obsessive, and manipulative, but he is also loyal, earnest, and always let's those he cares about know it.

YOU ARE SPOT ON WITH APRIL QIWBEJEJRJRJ!!!!!! ABSOLUTELY! DEF CANON NOW WKEBEKDN!!!! April is very unimpressed and it's basically impossible to surprise or scare her. She's basically siblings with the boys, but she also uses them for her own benefit. She will use them for news reports, and may ask them to hurt people or let her get blurry photo to scare people. She spreads conspiracy theories and likes getting people on bandwagons for clout and such. Donnie and Leo are the only ones allowed to touch/braid her hair, Mikey tried to tie her to a chair once and he got his ass BEAT

Mikey will either practice for his next show at the nexus, read comics/watch cartoons, make art (he tends to make disturbing/provoking graffiti around New York, he likes designing tattoos, etc), he also likes sewing and makes his own clothes, and likes cooking! He only cooks for his family, and about 40% of the time it'll have some type of posion :P

Yes!!!!! They all show physical affection! Leo is the most touchy, he will almost always be touching/holding anyone around him. Him and Mikey will often have arms around eachother, hug, pat eachother, etc. Donnie doesn't like being touched really, but he will let Leo hold onto some of his spidershell arms. Raph will often just lean against the others, but he let's his brothers sit or rest on his shell if they don't bother him much. April let's Leo and Don touch her hair, and Leo can hold onto her sleeves if he wants. They will occasionally also turtle pile, Leo just pretends to sleep tho cus he wants to be involved IWBWKEJFJF (if you ever see Leo holding onto someone's waist or something, this is why! It's not at all romantic ((ew)), he just likes physical touch)

#addams! tmnt au #cw stalking #cw yandere #these are always full essays im so sorry 😭😭😭

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outofangband · 1 year

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Do you have any dark headcanons for Gwindor?

Plenty! A selection for you! I have my first collection of Gwindor headcanons here.

Angband World Building and Aftermath of Captivity Masterlist The Mines of Angband

content warnings for like everything... well not literally everything but. Implied cannibalism, mentions and implications of abuse of all kinds, coercion, general mistreatment, death and misery, eugenics mindset (disposing of prisoners unable to work, etc)

I hope this is ok, anon! Let me know if you want anything else!

Gwindor suffers the indignity of Angband’s intake process during his first week though of course he has no way to know how long it has been. All personal possessions, clothes and armor are stripped away and for the first several days he is given no clothing to replace it. Nudity among the elves is not considered a matter of shame but there is a difference between being naked with several trusted companions in warm springs and being naked and exposed in the dark after being roughly bound and searched. Captured during the Nírnaeth and part of a group who had managed to get further into Angband than most of the Union, Gwindor is first put into an isolated cell before being subjected to two days of interrogation. After it is discovered that he knows very little, his long braids are cut and he is branded twice; once with the normal thrall brand and then with the primary mark of the mines where he is sent.

Gwindor does not know the contents of most meals he eats in the mines. He does not wish to know and tries very hard not to hear the whispered rumors, sometimes coming as cruel jives, sometimes as earnest warnings. He dislikes any meat following his escape.

After a severe laceration during a mining accident, Gwindor is 'chosen' to participate in an experimental procedure when its believed he wouldn't be able to otherwise recover. He had never made himself indispensable to his overseers as his survival methods were mainly to be overlooked and ignored as much as possible so he has no choice but to participate or to meet the other fates of thralls in the mines who are no longer useful. He has known of several who have met these fates and though his will to live is not strong, he does not wish to be sent to the pits or become fodder, disposable entertainment, or the myriad of other horrors that befall slaves unable to work. The procedure is painful and his time in the medicinal chambers remembered as deeply unpleasant, exposing and invasive. It works however leaving nothing but a jagged scar on his left leg with slightly discolored skin due to the salve that was used.

One of his fellow slaves whose sleeping spot is next to his assigned one is the favorite of another overseer and Gwindor is privy to the abuse they suffer as a result. Though they are occasionally given small rewards, Gwindor always refuses to share them when offered. He has as much difficulty acknowledging the hurt to others as to himself and it is often this that haunts him after his escape.

Another overseer does attempt similar abuse with him, on two occasions, possibly intrigued by the fact that he is one of very few who hail from Nargothrond, but becomes disinterested by his resignation.

There is of course that feast I wrote about where he witnesses some truly horrific things :) It's one of the few times he goes above the mines in Angband. The mines are far from a sanctuary but the short time on the upper levels stand out as a source of horror and shame for Gwindor

As I wrote these, I realized a lot of similarities with my headcanons about Aerin’s captivity though there are interesting differences too. Aerin also survives her captivity through a persona designed to be overlooked but in her case, it's more acutely weaponized. Gwindor escapes due to his own strength, courage and wits of course but the opportunity that allows it is due to luck. I do not think he tried to escape beforehand, he was incredibly beaten down after the first few years.

#the silmarillion #the children of húrin #gwindor #in the Iron hell #musing and meta #cw abuse #aerin #(becuase of the note)

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anima-virtuosa · 1 year

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party got real wild last chromacycle [ art CW: cartoony gore, death, toy harm ]

I'm pleased you introduce to you all Apaika Meriasos, my headworld blorbo who's been living with me for the past two years... also my most complicated scene ever done ._. In summary she's a fantasy-alien animal uplift who's very violent and obsessed with nature while simultaneously being a prestigious professor & engineer, with some gamer girl thrown in there too. Yeah that pretty much covers it I think. Tiranaida is often a chaotic hellhole so what's seen here (with her and her partners) is actually normal behavior, I mean sometimes you just gotta bite things...

I fought tooth and nail to get this pic and I'm pretty happy about it, I have wanted to do a scene like this for years (this is part of a setting with like 300 unfinished sketch scenes & story drafts like just too many omg. worldbuilding notes file wordcount is ~120k i may have a problem.) ...the fact this picture exists is really silly because of the thought dilemma going on inside my brain, "haha cute caninekin silly stim stuff x3" and "noo don't hurt the plushes ;_;" i just realized i feel more regret about the plushes than the actual murder-gore which sure is something it's ok i promise the plushes love her and love being ripped up !!! yep (the random falais didn't but definitely deserved it) (probably) if you asked me wtf was going on in my brain i couldn't answer anyway there is so little media that explores how uplifts would think in their weird (more than a little fucked up) neurodivergent way; like do you know how a dog gets excited squeaking its chewtoy shaking its head around? imagine having that experience but while sapient and acutely aware the rush of euphoria you're getting is from your natural prey-drive-reward-circuit being triggered over and over. Apaika & VKS are rare examples of 'sane' uplifts that actually can function in a society but still are animals and need their animal stims & drugs to not just fucking lose it entirely. idk just look up captive fennec fox videos and you will know what i am talking about (hot take that any anthro furry would act the same way. like imagine some horny dude using a genie wish to spawn a fox-girl waifu from e621 but being disappointed when she just starts screaming and bouncing off the walls and trying to bite everything and pissing everywhere and struggling with suicidal depression) but yeah that's basically the whole basis for the entire uplift part of Chroma worldbuilding & this picture. very silly

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"It was as if Stefan was caressing the entirety of Elena’s body -- the sensation was overwhelming; she could feel the movement of his touch between her legs, and she ached to feel the power of him solid within her, to feel the magnitude of them; she hadn’t realized just how much she missed the love they made during their time apart. The pangs of desire she felt were so acute, she was lightheaded but the only desire stronger than her physical one was the desire to keep looking at him, to study him, bask in his gaze. He was there. With her. Again. Always."

no one does "always" better than stelena

"His certainty that she could get through this had become her certainty and had improved her mood significantly, allowing her to move on to the next part of his regimen: vamp speed."

lol the foreshadowing

LOL STELENAS MAKE OUT SESSION IS HOTTER THAN ANY DELENA SEX SCENE DAMN

"I mean it," she said, lifting his head so she could hold either side of his face and look into his eyes. "I'll kill anything that gets in our way."

He cleared his throat. “"What do you want to do?"

Elena looked at him. “I don’t - I -you said we should train.”

“Yes, but what do you want to do? You, Elena?” There was a hint of frenzy in his tone, his expression.

me, knowing that this is one of the worst things that couldve happened to stelena, considering how much stefan values elena's autonomy:

“It’s about Elena,” said Stefan.

Klaus scoffed. “Naturally.”

KLAUS IS SO PETTY. and jealous 🤣🤣🤣

“Stefan, you would never make me do something I didn’t want to do.”

“Not intentionally but you can’t live with this over your head.”

Elena nodded. “I agree.” She touched his arm. “So we’ll figure it out. We’ll find a way to break it.”

Stefan moved out of her hold. “Yeah, I will.”

THIS HURTS. like... this hurts ME as a reader. cant even imagine how elena must feel hearing this. not only is she a new vamp with heightened emotions but shes also sired to this man. hes basically pulling the rug out from under her feet

“How many times are you going to do this? You did this at the Mikaelson ball,” she said angrily. “You did this over the summer. You did it last year---”

“It’s just until I figure this out.”

“We will figure this out! I’m not just going to sit around and do nothing.”

Stefan cleared his throat. “OK so then you can see if Bonnie has any information and I will work it from my end and---”

“You’re missing the part where we do this together.”

She was shouting. “What did you think I meant when I said that it was me and you? Always? Always, Stefan, does that mean nothing to you?”

He looked at her sharply. It means everything to me. But he didn’t say it. Elena searched his eyes, waiting for a response and when he refused to give her one, she couldn’t help but start to cry, and everything in Stefan shifted.

He touched her face. "No, no, no, don’t cry,” he had said it without thinking but the second he did, Elena took a shuddering breath and stopped.

Stefan started shaking his head.“See? This is exactly why we can’t be around each other.”

I. AM. DROWNING. IN. ANGST.

“And it won’t! We’ll figure it out together. It’s what I want and I know it’s what you want too.”

“It’s not,” he said definitively. “It’s not what I want.”

Stefan almost faltered at the betrayal on Elena’s face.

“You’re lying,” she whispered.

“It’s not what I want,” he said again. “I mean it.”

He left and when he was sure he was out of earshot, fell apart."

LOL klaus was SO petty this fic.

THIS HURTS. like… this hurts ME as a reader. cant even imagine how elena must feel hearing this. not only is she a new vamp with heightened emotions but shes also sired to this man. hes basically pulling the rug out from under her feet

which is also why i was like she also has to get angry and indignant, it's not just bewildered and sad, it would make sense for her to be like are you fucking kidding me but i didn't want it to have the steroline feel in season 8

i wanted it more like a very heightened 3x05

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hedgewitchh · 3 months

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basically the thing to understand about me is i wake up at 11 am every morning and i have to decide if im going to eat the slabs of raw meat in my fridge.

i havent done it yet!! obviously, lol. but i go to get some eggs for breakfast and i see them there. the weak fridge light coats them in a glistening glow that should be unflattering (i really should change the bulb) but instead i am entranced. theyre piled up on top of each other sort of haphazardly, a thin, wide pale plate the only thing standing between them and the defilement of the foodstuffs below. i think theyre steaks? im not really sure. im not an expert you know, though i do spend a LOT of time researching and reading about the topic. i guess im something of an appreciator; an enthused observer. my vision unfocuses a little as i get lost in this familiar sight. the proud red color of the thick muscle swirls with the white of the marbling and it reminds me of van gogh, although a bit messier. as if he'd been up to his usual business and then splashed his paints across the thin, wide pale canvas in a serendipitous and terrible mistake. i become acutely aware of my skull's presence in my head. the way my face hangs off it like a coat on a hook. then i notice the eggs in my peripherals and remember what i am here for. i crack three of them into a bowl, add a little milk, salt, pepper, onion powder and garlic powder, beat the eggs, and scramble them over medium heat. theyre ok, not the best I've done.

when i tell people about this usually theyre a little confused. they ask me why id even want to eat the slabs of raw meat in my fridge. "you dont need to do something as drastic as that, cant you just grill them?" is the response i get most. the thing is, i love cooked meat! i eat it alll the time, its so delicious. i love all the ways you can prepare it, too, and you better bet ive tried most of them. however theres a certain je ne sai quoi about the idea of meat untouched by flame. nobody seems to get it. it makes me feel really lonely sometimes and like im going crazy.

lately ive been turning to online communities for a lot of my socialization. it turns out there are actually quite a few people out there who also think about this sort of stuff! theyre all very kind and intelligent as well, just total delights to speak with. i stay up late talking to them and laughing and feeling connected with them in ways ive never felt before. they make me feel as if maybe im not a monster.

some of them have eaten the meat in their fridges. they post pictures of themselves with grins and blood plastered on their faces. the cloying envy that fills my throat and threatens to suffocate me is one of the strange new connections between us because i know they've felt it too.

honestly most of these feelings are new, period. i havent always been so fixated on this. i used to not give that plate a second thought. of course, ive always been a bit of a carnivore, like i said before i do love and have always loved cooked meats. but this is a new level. its scary. intense. i mean also think of the risks! you can get hurt from doing this shit. i am very aware of all the ways that it can hurt you in fact. ive spent hours upon hours poring over everything anyone has ever had to say about the meat in their fridges and embroidered a complete list of consequences onto my consciousness. its always best to be safe.

i barely remember what its like to be normal anymore. no matter what im doing or where i am the knowledge that there is a plate of luscious animal product just waiting for me gnaws at the base of my brain stem. i open the door to my fridge. the tree of knowledge of good and evil is rooted in my vegetable drawer. i grab three eggs, i crack them into a bowl. milk, garlic, onion, some seasoned salt this time, because i am a person who likes to keep things fresh and new and exciting.

i lay in my bed and thoughts clump up in my brain matter. everything in the grand cosmos and also within the most secretive corners of my heart comes together and holds council over whether i should let these thoughts eat into my synapses. there's a delicious temptation in the erosion of my nervous system. there's a phrase on the tip of my tongue and i won't let it go. the aforementioned clumped concepts that weigh on my frontal cortex start bleeding raw sensory data. red and white swirl like a painting and my teeth rip into tendon and bone and i tear and i rip and there is a carnal beauty in the way blood pours from my mouth and down the front of my body and coats my skin in a slick crimson. this is no van gogh, now it is francisco goya, and i am greedily gulping down mouthfuls of flesh as if i've never tasted anything before in my entire life. and i am laying in my bed. and i go to sleep. and at 11 am i wake up in the morning and face whether or not i'm going to eat the slabs of meat in my fridge

#cw blood #cw gore #i mean like i guess there's gore #idk man.#sort of a vent piece i'm not really sure if it's Good but ig it doesn't need to be

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thereaderinsertlady · 2 years

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KRBAY/HNK Head Canons (Robobot Addition Finally)

1.Susie disagreed to hurting Kirby and Tiff because they were children, but Haltmann was crazy enough to hurt children, so he denied her request.

2. The gang also runs into the cyborg version of Whispy Woods & battles the 3 Tripple D clones (along with cones of Escargoon & Taranza)

3. This unused design of Susie

is used as the design of her mother & Haltmann's wife (her real name is Solana which I got from this post on Tumbler (shout outs to whoever drew this))

Solana left Haltmann because of how greedy he's became instead of looking for their daughter. 4. After the arc there is an epilog episode where Susie needs to find a new job on Planet Popstar but has a hard time getting one. She tried to work at places like Kawasaki's Restaurant or Dr. Yabui's Clintec (where the otter girl got one), but it ultimately would end in disaster. Tiff, Kirby, & the gang tried everything till they thought they were done for. But then Maglor gave them advice to not give up and keep trying. (I'll explain more in my Magolor head canons ask) The gang took Magolor's advice and then saw their friend Gus, needing help repairing wheelies, cars, & robots (he had interest in repairing the fallen robots from Haltmann Works). Susie said that she doesn't know if Gus would be ok with it, but he said he would accept the help. and thanks to her help, Gus's work became easier. Susie & Gus have really shippy moments together. In the epilog episode when Gus first meets Susie, he was acutely kind of shocked that a chick would know so much about machines. He only thought from all the females he knew weren't interested in mechanics. In later episodes, on a few occasions is trying to ask her out. (And eventually she does go out with him)

5. Gus also calls Susie Sue & her design after the Robobot arc & epilog now resembles more of Gus' attire

6. There is a later episode/2 part where Solana meets Susie totally by accident. When Solana finds out that Susie is a dirty mechanic, she faints. She is absolutely furious that her OWN BABY is now a filthy, barbaric, dirty, (even burping) mechanic, so she brings her back to her mansion where Solana tries to make her more regale again. Gus, Tiff, Tuff, & Kirby then try to stop Solana from taking Sue back, but she ultimately takes Susie with her. Then they find out that there is going to be an aoristic ball where King Dedede along with his servants is invited (who didn't want to go but Goonie & Ranzy are forcing/coving him to go) So Tiff then comes up with a comes up with a plan to get Susie back. Meanwhile the biker gang from Born to be Mild come back & plan to savatage the ball. (Yes, Beat is alive but there's a complicated reason (that treated as a joke) why) In the end Gus proves to Solana that not all bikers/mechanics are bad people because there "uncivilized". After Kirby once again saves the day, with the help of Tiff, Tuff, & Susie, Solana then thanks Gus for saving her and let's Susie be the person she wants to be.

🪱

#king dedede #kirby #Gus #beat #The final part #also the photos/designs look soooo cool #susie #oouh beans #you write so well lmao #like i said in the first one your writing is like a movie #💞🤤

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tiredstressedemotionalmess · 10 months

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ok ok i have to go eat food so this is probably gonna be shorter than All the thoughts i have but anways

this song:

is veryyyy jetparty to me like especially in ttid and specifically about Party’s thoughts/feelings about jet like the main theme of the song is the narrator thinks so fucking highly of the subject that they can’t imagine 1. Being without them + 2. Being even possibly good enough for them which like (correct me me if im wrong its been a hot second since i went back and reread it and my memory’s kinda shit) is veryyyy Party fucking Poison and-

OH MY GOD THE LINE IN THE BRIDGE ‘but don’t wait up, just leave the light on / cause all the roads that i might take / will all one day lead back to you’ JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THAT JUST HIT ME THATS SO PARTY OK I DO HAVE MORE THOUGHTS ON THIS BUT THEY ARENT LIKE. FULLY FORMED SENTENCES YET YA KNOW ANYWAYS IM GONNA GO EAT AND MAYBE THE THOUGHTS WILL LIKE FULLY FORM THEMSELVES THEN OK BYEEEEEE

YESSS OH MY GOD UR SO RIGHT literally it fits perfectly with how highly they hold jet- "Everything you touch turns into gold", "Like the angel you are/Your laugh creating a lightness in my chest"- AND it fits with how they've convinced themself that being with jet is a huge impossibility bc ur right. they dont think they're good enough for him, they see themself as the worst of the worst (wahoo city trauma :D) and they think- they know- that jet deserves better (which is why they get so jealous once ghoul shows up bc to party, ghoul is everything that they could never be for jet- they sort of hold him up on a similar pedestal now that i think abt it,,,,)

ANYWAYS, this part especially, "And even though I've come so far/I know I've got so far to go/And any day now I'll explode" just absolutely SCREAMS of party poison to me bc like. they're acutely aware of their flaws and the fucked up shit they do, but they're too afraid of actually facing and deconstructing their emotions so they just ignore it all. and (in more recent chapters especially) they really do want to be a better person for jet's sake but they dont know how to change or what to do and theyre kinda stuck just sitting in this endless cycle waiting for all their feelings to build up until they fucking explode and they end up hurting everyone they are abt. again

...yeah holy shit this song is perfect INTO THE PLAYLIST IT GOES!!!

#asks #ttid #also THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING ME THIS I FUCKING LOVED READING THIS ASK AND THIS SONG IS REALLY FUCKING GOOD GDHGHDG

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