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jarofstyles · 1 year

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will you PLEASE do a blurb of either friend harry or enemy harry where y/n falls asleep on him or cuddles on him or something and he just kinda realizes he might like them 🫶🏻🫶🏻

FRIEND HARRY FRIEND HARRY FRIEND HARRY!!!!

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It was getting late. Harry knew that, especially when they had come home from the library when it closed at 9.

They had grabbed some take out and went back to his place, Y/N sat next to him and ate her little meal while they watched reruns of Criminal Minds. It was one of their favorite pastimes to try and make fun of said criminals. Harry really just enjoyed spending time with her too.

Tonight had been the usual, except… it wasn’t. Y/N had complained about lack of sleep at the library, the final she was worried about was really ‘kicking her ass’ as she liked to say. He had noticed her getting quiet but really hadn’t payed much attention until he felt a weight on his shoulder.

She had fallen asleep.

Gentle breaths came from her as she curled into him, subconsciously wanting his warmth. A sleepy sigh had been what did him in, her lashes kissing her cheek and illuminated by the TV screen. His belly did flips as he looked at her, seeing how pretty she actually was.

It wasn’t like he wasn’t aware that she was beautiful. He was well aware- but being this sort of beautiful, the type that made his heart settle in his throat? That hadn’t occurred to him until his very moment. Her cheek bleeding heat through his tee shirt, the scent of her green apple and honey shampoo filling his senses, all of it made her literally appear in a different light.

His eyes couldn’t tear themselves away. The butterflies he had been fighting were there to stay, a little smile gracing his lips as he felt her fingers clutch his wrist in her sleep. Seeking him out. She’d never cuddled him like this before, usually seeking personal space, but this was a welcome thing.

It didn’t feel awkward to him. If anything? It felt… really damn good. She trusted him enough to fall asleep, sought him out. While he hadn’t allowed himself to entertain any thoughts past friendship in the past, rarely ever had them, something about this was different.

Maybe it was a good different.

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t00thpasteface · 4 months

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do you ever suddenly realize something about a parent...

just had this interaction with mom after watching the 1970 mash movie with her last night followed by three more episodes of the show. she then accidentally sprayed me with fabric starch

#ooolive draaab is paaaainless #i think all our mashathons are starting to melt my brain. but things are still a little rough here so why not veg out with our bff hawkeye #art #sketch #comic #orig #shebbz portrait #mash #m*a*s*h

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cirkinkurbagaprenses · 5 months

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Efsaneye göre mavi kelebekler değişimin habercisidir. Olur da bir gün karşınıza bir mavi kelebek çıkarsa, artık hayatınız eskisi gibi olmayacaktır.

@ahvalibedbaht 💙

#gökçen #40 gün 40 gece doğum günü #bff #H🧡

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anony-mouse-writer · 4 months

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Okay, but can we talk about how this season had the MOST solid teams? For a season that started episode 1 with barely any concrete alliances, by the end of the season, almost every team was in ride-or-die mode to an extent that we usually only see from one or two factions at most in other seasons.

cletho enjoyers have been having a field day over here with cleo and etho’s run at painting the town and grian was the only one who listened to etho when he said that they were outnumberedd and outgunned and sacrificed himself with the intent to get gem into manageable territory for everyone else.

the mounders went into the last battle together and joel and bdubs died in the same fight, barely blocks from each other. pearl, who’d spent the entire last episode telling the boys not to die on her and offering they kill her when she got low, was the last survivor and was Very Not Okay with it.

the heart foundation was a bit funny, cuz bigb was always one foot out the door, so his ‘do you have an alliance/ ehhhh’ while they lived was fairly on brand, but tango betrayed scar and walked knowingly into his death with him because he wouldn’t betray skizz.

gem and the scotts were, of course, ride or die from day one. even with scott doing his social gaming and gem’s apocalypse, scott and impulse both gave her their yellow lives and scott gave her his red as well.

and even, in the end, scar, who’d gotten genuine offers of alliance from 3/4 of the factions and denied them all for one reason or another, still ended up teaming with pearl at the end and managed a heartbreaking final fight.

#this finale was like 15 consecutive shots to the heart #anyways im still sobbing in the corner here dont mind me #slsmp #slsmp spoilers #life series spoilers #trafficblr #gtws #mcyt #cletho are the couple that got married. realized they were better as friends. divorced. and are now bffs #its great #and thats not even counting all the mini alliances #etho said it best #you gotta have your scotts in your series- you gotta have your bdubs in your series.#that one person you feel can feel comfortable around no matter what situation #my h e a r t #op

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kpop-bbg · 3 months

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#all(h)ours #xayden #masami #kpop idols #selca #track jacket #adidas #japanese idols #bff #kpop bg #allhours #all hours #kpop boys

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softsnzstuff · 9 months

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Id love to read some platonic stobin!! How about canon verse Steve told Robin he’d take her to a party but then he turns up to her house and he’s got a bad cold so she forces him inside and makes him rest instead.

Robin is nervous. She never went to parties in high school, and she certainly didn’t intend to start going once she’d graduated. That being said, Steve was really keen on taking her to this specific party.

She’d had higher hopes and expectations now that he was basically a mom of six and didn’t hold the same “King Steve” title, but she had to admit. Socializing made her anxious.

It was almost a godsend when her best friend showed up at her door - not only ten minutes late - but also nursing what appeared to be a terrible headcold.

The brunette was hunched over in jeans and a hoodie as he blew his nose into a slowly deteriorating handful of tissues.

“Hey Robin’d!” He smiled.

“Are you sick?”

Even having known her for years now, he was still shocked by her straight forward demeanor.

“Snff Feeling a little rough, but I’ll be fine…”

His voice trailed off which signaled Robin to rush to cover her ears. Steve’s eyes fluttered shut as he ducked into the hood of his sweatshirt, muffling a few sneezes that tore through him.

“HAESSSHUHEW! Heh- EKTSCHHH!”

Robin cautiously stepped one foot onto the front porch and used a gentle hand on Steve’s back to usher him inside her home. His nose was buried into the confetti he was calling a tissue again.

“Gosh Steven, I can’t take you anywhere.” She teased, holding out a trash can. “Toss it.”

When her gaze was met with confused puppy dog eyes, she sighed.

“I have clean tissues, Dingus. That one is all gross.” She nodded her head towards the box on the coffee table.

Accepting the offer, Steve binned his current one and grabbed a handful of new ones. “Tha’gks.”

“Don’t worry about it.” She flopped down on the couch and motioned for him to sit too, “Let’s forget the party okay? You’re sick and I kind of didn’t want to go anyways. Watch a movie?”

Steve nodded and joined her on the couch. “Your pick, Buckley.”

#s/tranger t/hings #s/teve h/arrington #r/obin b/uckley #ask box #Kb writes #snzblr #snz kink #platonic bffs

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comixandco · 5 months

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ml headcanon that when lila told adrien she’d been saved by ladybug she wasn’t lying

like no she’s not ladybug’s best friend but ladybug did actually save her during an akuma attack once like maybe there was a bus that was about to slam into her or she was in a crumbling building and ladybug rescued her

and she has actual proof of it happening as well a selfie or it was recorded by a civilian and put on the ladyblog/the news

but she can’t show adrien the proof because ladybug didn’t save lila. she saved cerise.

and it’s so annoying and frustrating for her because she gets called out on lying but it’s the one thing she told the truth about but nobody believes her because she wasn’t wearing a wig when ladybug last saw her

#miraculous ladybug #lila rossi #ml s5 spoilers #<- just in case somebody doesn’t know about cerise yet #like. she bases her lies on facts whenever she can like she got a fox necklace made in her debut episode #and she researched prince ali’s schedule before the hero’s day video call and worded her sentences so that she didn’t contradict the fact h #was out of the country and she had sabrina spy on marinette so that they would only steal things she needed to create a motive #so she based her ‘ladybug is my bff’ lie on her actual experience getting saved by ladybug. and too little too late she realises oh. yeah.#lila and cerise are separate people and i can’t use cerise’s things for lila.#‘but wouldn’t marinette recognise lila from saving cerise?’ of course not haven’t you been watching the show nobody recognises anybody

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feyhunter78 · 1 year

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Moonflowers (1/16)

Description: Dreams of love have always haunted her, and now Halaena finds herself reunited with Jacaerys, the sweet boy who always listened. Now he is older, bolder, and she finds herself thinking that maybe it would be alright if those dreams came true.

Sometimes time ran differently for Heleana, weeks would fly by in the blink of an eye, then hours would drag as long as years, and she had no way of telling which would happen when. At three and ten she was set to marry her brother, a boy of six and ten who made no move to hide his distaste for her. A year later she would give birth to her twins, that year flew by, but each night Aegon came to lay with her drunk and angry, those hours would drag on for years and years.

She noticed how her mind fluttered from topic to topic, how she would wake up in tears over the dreams she’d been cursed with, but most of all she noticed how her mind quieted in the presence of Jacaerys. He’d been ten when she’d married Aegon, still a boy with fluffy brown hair that clung to his mother’s leg. But he’d grown since then. No longer did he cling to his mother’s leg, but he stood beside her, tall and proud.

He'd seek her out, bring her bugs he’d found on Dragonstone, trinkets he’d collected from the markets, and listened to her talk. She liked that the most, that Jacaerys listened. No sighs of annoyance or grimaces, he would listen patiently, and ask questions that made her think. She found herself wandering to the training grounds under the excuse of watching her brothers, but her eyes were always drawn to Jacaerys.

His hair had grown and smoothed itself out. His face once childlike and rounded was now chiseled and strong. He swung his sword with confidence, and his kindness shown through in the way he would stop and help his brother correct his stance. Or how he would collect water for her brothers even though he knew they would refuse it.

When he spotted her, he would wave, and she couldn’t stop herself from waving back. Each time, he would trot over and engage her in a quick conversation, before Aegon and Aemond would intervene. Then she would be sent inside, and he would give her an apologetic smile. She didn’t blame him though, for all the anger her mother tried to instill in her, she could never blame Jacaerys.

The tourney was in celebration of the twins’ fourth name day. Heleana was seated up in the stands with her lady-in-waiting Alyra beside her. Heleana had confided in Alyra since they were children, but the further development of strange feelings for Jacaerys she’d kept to herself. Perhaps it was wishful thinking, or a trick, but she’d grown closer to Jacaerys since his family had returned to King’s Landing, and she wondered if he felt the same strange way she did.

“Jace is up next.” She told Alyra excitedly, leaning forward to catch a glimpse of the brown-haired man. He stood next to his father, sword at his hip, as they watched the duelers. As if sensing her gaze, Jacaerys looked towards her and tossed her a quick smile.

“Jace? I didn’t know you and the prince were so comfortable.” Alyra teased, leaning into Heleana as she spoke.

Heleana looked down at her lap. “We are family after all.”

“Yes, but only through the crown princess, so it’s not as bad as a direct relation.” Alyra crinkled her nose.

Heleana was aware her companion was unnerved by the “unholy” relations the Targaryens participated in. It was something Alyra and the queen had in common. Heleana herself couldn’t say either way, but when pressed, she confessed to Alyra that she wished she’d been allowed to marry for love.

“Oh hush.” Heleana said, swatting Alyra’s hand as Jacaerys came closer, his lance pointed towards Heleana.

“Princess, if I might request your favor?”

Heleana nodded and wrapped her embroidered ribbon around his weapon. “I wish you luck.”

“With this, I don’t need luck, princess, your beauty and kindness shall see me through.”

Alyra bit back a smile as Heleana let out a barely audible squeal.

“He’s very charming, is he not?” Alyra commented, a teasing smile on her face.

“A few words of flattery and you two are giggling like children.” Aemond sat beside Alyra nodding to them both.

Alyra tensed and bowed her head towards Aemond. She in turn had confessed her own strange feelings towards Heleana’s brother, but she like Heleana was not given the chance at love.

Alyra gathered her skirts, suddenly quite pale. “I’m afraid I may have left a candle burning in my chambers, I must go check, please excuse me.” She rose quickly and headed back towards the castle, ignoring Heleana and Aemond’s calls.

“She runs away quite often, doesn’t she.” Aemond commented, a hint of a laugh in his voice, his eye following Alyra.

“Perhaps from you, as you are the one who follows her day and night. The one who nearly ruined her chances at a successful betrothal.” Heleana said simply, her eyes watching as Jacaerys fought his opponent. She flinched when the other man slashed his arm, but Jacaerys pushed back.

“Shall I go after her then? Give her my sincerest apologies?” Aemond asked, trying to be coy, but she could see he was halfway out of his seat already.

“I don’t truly trust her betrothed, will you—” Aemond was already gone. She rolled her eyes at her brother’s impatience and turned back to the match. A roar came up from the crowd and Jacaerys’ opponent hit the ground, Jacaerys standing above him, lance in hand. Nausea bubbled up in her stomach and she fled the stands.

She hid herself in the dragonpit, stroking Dreamfyre’s scales as she whispered to her. Being with her dragon calmed her, her girl seemed to know what plagued her before Heleana herself did. Tucked against Dreamfyre’s side, drawing symbols in the dirt, was where Jacaerys found her. He was coming to visit his own dragon, the bond between him and Vermax was something to be admired, it was as if they were one, reading each other’s minds with just one look. It reminded Heleana of the way she and Alyra could communicate without a single word; a twitch of a hand or tilt of a head, and they knew exactly what the other was saying.

“Princess Heleana, my apologies, I didn’t mean to disturb you.” Jacaerys’ voice was deeper than it had been when they were children, and it wrapped around Heleana like a warm blanket.

She shook her head and stood, still keeping one hand on Dreamfyre’s scales. “No need for apologies, you have a right to the dragonpit as much as I do.”

Jacaerys smiled at her, a small smile, but one that felt genuine, nonetheless. “I appreciate your kind words princess; I know there have been tensions between our families as of late, but I have always held you in high regard.”

Heleana ducked her head to hide her blush, his words were so simple, and yet they stirred something in her that even Aegon’s best attempts couldn’t.

“I won the match.” He continued, stepping closer to her, something resting in his hand. “It was my first without my mother there.” He paused, and she glanced up to see an embarrassed smile on his face. “I must admit I felt a bit lost without her support, but your favor saw me through.”

She’d forgotten that her half-sister had brought a new maester to try and heal their father. Rhaenyra had been by their father’s side for days on end, and obviously had not been able to make it to the match.

Heleana raised her head, “you are a skilled swordsman, Prince Jacaerys, I cannot claim any part of your victory.”

Jacaerys shook his head and gently reached for her hand, unfurling her fingers and placing a silver bracelet in her open palm. “You do yourself a disservice, princess, it was your belief in me that gave me my victory.”

Heleana held the bracelet up to the torchlight, it glimmered, and her breath caught in her chest as she saw the charms dangling from the chain.

“I saw the chain in a marketplace back when father and I were in Harrenhal, then I’ve been collecting the charms as I’ve found them.” He pointed at each one, “this one, as I’m sure you can tell is a butterfly, then the next I had made into a dragon. The other I was told is supposed to represent an embroidery hoop, and of course I had the letter H added for your name, then this last one…” His words died off as she fingered the shield charm, in the very center hidden among the design was the letter J.

“J? For my children?” She asked. Part of her hoped he would correct her, tell her that it was for him. That he would drop down on one knee and swear to protect her, to become her sworn shield, much like his father was to his mother. She knew it was wishful thinking, but she’d gone so long unloved by Aegon, and she couldn’t help but long for the love she’d heard in songs. The love his parents shared, the love she felt they themselves would share.

Jacaerys nodded slowly, his hand moving to clasp the bracelet around her delicate wrist. “Yes, for your children.” He gave her a teasing smile, “luckily for me, they both have J names, so I only had to procure one charm.” His hand lingered after he’d close the clasp, and she felt warm tingles where his calloused fingers trailed over her skin.

“What would you name your children?” She said, her voice hushed as she glanced up at him through her long eyelashes.

Jacaerys was playing with the shield charm, his touch gentle, “if I had a son, I would want to name him Baelon after my mother’s grandfather, he was heralded as brave and loyal.”

“That sounds like a wonderful name.”

He smiled up at her, “and if I was blessed with a daughter, I would name her Daenys, after the savior of our house.”

Daenys the dreamer, Heleana had done her research on the woman who saved the Targaryen name, the woman who Heleana shared her prophetic gift with.

“That is of course if my wife had no objections to either name. It is the women who do the hard work, they should get a say in the name of their child.”

Heleana thought about how Aegon had missed the birth of their children, how her mother had suggested names for the twins.

“It is clear you have thought often about children.” She remarked as casually as she could.

Jacaerys’ hand slid away from her bracelet, his fingers brushing down her hand before he crossed his arms behind his back. “I have been outside the door for all my siblings’ births, it gives one time to think.” He looked towards Dreamfyre then back to her, “have you thought about having any other children, princess?”

With you? Nightly. She banished that thought, and shook her head, “no, Aegon has been busy as of late.”

In a surprising act of boldness, she’d never seen from him, Jacaerys reached out and cupped her cheek, his calloused hand rough against her skin, but she didn’t mind it. The callouses were proof of the hard work he put in, so unlike the soft clammy hands of Aegon.

When she leaned into his touch, he spoke again, his voice a whisper, even though they were alone. “If you ever wish to have another, one that will come about not through drunken gropes but through pleasure and devotion, do not hesitate to call upon me.” He leaned forward and brushed a kiss across her unclaimed cheek. “I am no stranger to keeping secrets.” Then he pulled away and bowed before turning down the tunnel that would lead him to Vermax.

Heleana stood frozen, her heart pounding. She remembered Alyra’s words from years ago, Didn’t King Aegon have two wives? Why can’t you have two husbands?

Chapter Two Here!!!!

#heleana targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #Heleana x Jacacerys #Heleana x Jace #Rhaenyra x Harwin #hotd #hotd fanfic #Meg's writing #H&J Fic #Alyra and Heleana are bffs #Aemond x Alyra #moonflowers #jacelaena

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jabberwockprince · 1 month

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i'm working on compiling all we have for tapv so far and it never hit me that the smackjeeves archive (left) has the actual first few pages of the webcomic, while the official site archive (right) has the redrawn pages ? ? ? ?

#tapv #todd allison and the petunia violet #<- these tags are. probably dead but i need to organize my blog #i'll most likely use the most recent versions for the drive but hey! good to know!#ngl i feel like an art historian and archivist #next thing you'll tell me is that i'll be unearthing the BFF comic #H A H #god i wish i miss louis and the other blond guy from the football team that i had a crush on

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itslottiehere · 1 year

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friday 27/1, 12am BST, “i don’t wanna hear about him”, my new angsty one shot will be posted!!

if anyone wants to be tagged, please let me know here or in my asks!! <333 i really hope you’ll like it!

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jarofstyles · 1 year

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Flame- the masterlist

Best friends to FWB to ….?

Y/N and Harry have been friends for a while. What’s a drunken make out or two? The feelings have been brewing, the touches have increased, but will will push them over the edge to light the kindling that’s been waiting for the flame?

Warnings: angst, smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, graphic description, spanking, choking, etc

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COMPLETE!

1. Flame

2. Spark

3. Ignite

4. Blaze

5. Crackle

6. Pop

7. Smolder

8. Glow

9. Wildfire

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vaedar · 1 year

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𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍: 𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐄𝐒, 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗒𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗈𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝟣35 𝖡𝖢 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖵𝖺𝗅𝗒𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋; 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐕𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐬. 𝖡𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖿𝖾𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗅𝗒𝗌𝗆𝗂𝖼 𝖣𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝖵𝖺𝗅𝗒𝗋𝗂𝖺.

𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄

Azaes is a dragon with dark crimson red scales ( that have a red-orange-gold sheen when in the sun or light ) that shift into a golden color near the areas of his sails, the half of his wings and his belly. His horns, claws and teeth are smooth black, and his eyes are a fiery, molten gold. His flame is orange with veins of dark red that turn almost black.

As for his size, I’m using the above art of Balerion the Black Dread during the Conquest ( which means he was about little over a century old ) by this artist as a reference. By the end of his life, Azaes was 30 years old and was about the size shown above ( he’s the smaller, red dragon ). For perspective, compare him to the size of the horses below ( he could take a whole horse, probably two, whole ). There are a couple of factors that influence the size of a dragon other than their age, such as how free they are to roam and how much they fly ( the more they fly, the faster they grow, and Vaedar and Azaes did not go a day without flying... unless he was physically unable to do so ). Dragons never stop growing, only until the time of their death is imminent.

𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐕𝐀𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐑

Vaedar’s mount was hatched ( being the second youngest of his family’s dragons ) to him when he was a baby, and so his bond with the dragon was nurtured. It only strengthened with the passing of the years, the two being quite close. The first time he mounted the dragon, he was nine years old, using a whip, as was one of the methods for riders to make the winged creatures to obey and follow commands.

But Azaes is a very stubborn, capricious dragon and this only made him angrier, which made him shake Vaedar off, making him fall off and dislocate a shoulder. Azaes would after show his ‘apology’ by ‘inviting’ Vaedar to try again in a challenging way, which he did, even with his hurt shoulder. This was one of the more important bonding experiences for both of them, because little Vaedar understood then that Azaes is not just a mount to be subdued. Azaes also learned more of his rider’s strength, courage and worth, and saw he would indeed want to be by his side and fly with him. The transformation of mount and rider took a deeper meaning then, of companionship and kindred souls. They would become almost as one since then, feeling as the other does, so Vaedar eventually barely had to use any commands to ride Azaes. That connection was so seamless that it definitely made Vaedar a very, very skilled dragon rider, something he was quite proud of.

On more than a few times during interactions, Vaedar has explained to others that Azaes feels as he does, but how he interprets those emotions are not as complex or nuanced as a human might. For example, one occasion he explained that he would need to convey to Azaes that he was married, that he has a wife, and for his dragon to comprehend this better, he would have to feel for that woman as though she were his mate. Dragons can sense distress and fear in humans, but that of their riders they feel as if it were their own. Love, anger, sadness, pain. Those are more raw emotions, primal almost in a sense, and it’s what his dragon understands or translates his emotions into, even if what he really felt was worry or frustration. For Azaes, it might be anger and he could act out on the person that is the recipient of those emotions. This attachment also made the dragon jealous and prone to impulsive violence ( more so if hungry ).

Once, he almost tried to kill Vaedar’s brother despite knowing him his whole life, because he sensed him as a threat ( which he was not wrong ). This can lead to momentary disobedience on instances when these emotions are too overwhelming, but the strong bond between them enables the rider to subdue the dragon rather quickly ( as long as he, too, can get a hold of himself ).

When dragons outlive their riders, they would wail and weep or release powerful roars of pain during the moment of their rider’s death. This deeper bond is especially ( and very likely, only, possible ) because Azaes hatched to Vaedar as a baby ( rather than the rider claiming him later ), and they grew together… and died together. He could feel his rider’s desperation and pain when they fell from the sky ( pelted by numerous projectiles of volcanic debris ) to the raging sea. Though it was only for a short time, because the dragon died from its wounds before his rider. This means that Vaedar did feel Azaes die, and this can be a rather traumatic experience for the rider who has been bonded since infancy to the dragon. In verses where he was 'cursed' with immortality and survives the Doom, this marked him deeply to the point of considering ending his own life. So during the Doom, Vaedar experienced the emptiness of no longer feeling that bond when his dragon died, before finally drowning himself.

#i have all this info scattered around on the blog but wanted to sum it up and have it all in one post at last #[ D R A G O N L O R D ] Vaedar #[ F I R E made F L E S H ] Dragons #azaes #vaedar is the number 1 fanboy of his dragon ok his dragon is his bff #his dragon is pretty much an extension of him like a limb he can ride on xDD #headcanons #hc #headcanon

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boydykedevo · 10 months

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they are so fucking similar dakjkafhkddfskj

#kodeira devo bffs agenda.............................................#icarus is liveblogging #SOEAKING OF DRAFTS I NEVER POSTED H TH IS #the liveblogging tag is no longer accurate lol

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jorvikzelda · 1 year

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@weeekly101 located >:)

#horses are instant bffs #almost said ssoblrite again but I decided to very mercifully spare you #z talks #ssoblr #h: emberglow

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wonder-falcon · 1 year

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there rlly was like zero romantic undertone for majority of the wenclair scenes and the ones that kinda did ended so abruptly yet here we are! hanging onto that one hug with our entire lives! love this delusional little family see y’all next year 🫶

#actually it’s my hobby #i love making things up in my head #imagining things that never happen I’m so sexy for that #who cares if they’re not canon they’re canon in my head??#usually I’d h*te characters like enid but I am so delusional I have gaslighted myself into thinking I love her #and now I do #gaslighting works #we would be bffs actually ik she listens to twice just look at her?#a sana bias too!#nothing is real but our cool and very sexy mind #wenclair #actually it’s the writers fault for making enid so boy obsessed #my girl would never do that irl ik bc she told me personally

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softsnzstuff · 2 years

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY KING JULIEN, WE LOVE YOU KING JULIEN!!

*A birthday ficlet for the bestie @dontfeeltoohot based on our insta RP group chats lately*

It started - and ended - with Eddie. A few weeks ago he’d gotten knocked on his ass with some bug, leaving him with a fever and too tired to even play video games.

It very quickly spread to Nancy, Robin, and finally Steve. Just when they’d thought they were past the worst, Eddie caught it again off of Steve.

“Eddie let me take your temperature!” Steve called out.

“No!” He had locked himself in the bathroom with their cat, Nox.

Eddie occasionally brought pillows into the bathtub to hide out when he was in a bad mood, or in this case, not feeling well.

“H’eKSHh’EW! Hih- iKSHhuh! HesshIEW!”

This time around, the bug had manifested as the worst headcold Eddie had ever had.

“Eddie come on, you’ve been sneezing like that all day!”

Eddie snuffled against his wrist from behind the door, “I k’dow that!”

He picked up his phone and texted the group chat.

E: Send help! Steve won’t leave me alone 😩

S: I’m trying to take his temperature. He locked himself in the bathroom with Nox

E: Someone come hang out with me in the bathtub please?

R: What’s in it for me?

E: Gummy worms and Nox cuddles

R: …. Okay be there in ten

***

Steve opened the door to their apartment to let Robin and Nancy in. Nancy went to sit with Steve on the sofa while Robin went straight to their pantry for the sour gummy worms.

Eddie unlocked the bathroom door for her. He stepped back into the tub, holding out a hand to help her in as well.

Fully clothed, they sat sideways, feet dangling out the side with pillows behind and under them. Eddie had even brought a blanket.

Nox mewed and head butted Robin’s arm as she opened the gummy worms.

“Hey girlie, want some worms too?”

Eddie put his arm around Robin as she pet Nox.

“Thanks for coming Birdie. Steves been snFF fussing over me all day. Needed a bhhh break…”

He turned to the side, bringing an arm up to his face.

“Eh’SHhiew! kssshEW! H’aSSH’ew!!”

“Bless you.” Robin patted his knee, “Steve means well. Just wants to help because he cares.”

“I k’dow… I’m just n’dot used to- H’aeKSHh’ew!” He groaned and leaned a head on Robin’s shoulder, sniffling soupily.

There was a knock on the door.

“Eddie? Can I come in please?”

Robin turned, grinning at the predictability of Steve, but Eddie was preoccupied with his nose.

“eh’TSHhh! Hih-eKSHh’iew! Kt’chEW!”

Robin shook her head. “It’s open Steve!”

The brunette poked his head in, eyes directly going to the fort made out of their bathtub. Nox ran out the door as soon as she got the chance, making room for Steve to come in.

“Eddie. You sound awful. Please let me take care of you. You can come join me and Nance on the couch.”

“Fine.” Eddie held out a hand for Steve to help him out of the bathtub.

Robin clambered out behind him, grabbing some of the pillows and gummy worms to come with them. Nancy was sitting in the middle of the couch. Robin and Steve sat on either side of her and Eddie lay across all of their laps, feet by Steve and head by Robin. She fiddled with his hair until he fell asleep.

“Finally, oh my god!” Steve sighed with relief, “I just wanted him to rest. You guys might be stuck here for a couple hours though.”

The girls laughed. “Couldn’t imagine a better way to spend our time.”

#happy birthday!!!#can’t imagine this stupid ass knk without you #thank you for being my friendo #27 bitch #s/tranger t/hings #e/ddie m/unson #s/teve h/arrington #snzblr #SOFT #kb writes #steddiesnz #snz kink #fruity 4 #modern au #sickfic #platonic bff robin

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