Ⅰ.   𝙰  𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰𝙶𝙴  𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼   …   𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯  𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘳𝘢  𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯,   〈   WATERFALL   ⸺   after  taking  a  midnight  swim  together  in  a  secluded  lake,   the  sender  &  receiver  notice  a  nearby  waterfall,   and  things  proceed  to  get  frisky  while  they  explore  it  &  each  other  together .   〉      𝘧𝘰𝘳  𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘢  𝘱𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘺 .

            a short trip to survey the island led them astray ⸺ in to a small rowboat over the side of her ship. & on their impromptu voyage they made their way to a large open clearing of water, a lake that's mouth lay hidden behind dense foliage: that marlena had found on her very first trip around the island of dragonstone. they slow closer to the center, steep cliffs surrounding them on all sides, and when the boat finally begins to float to a slow stop, rhaenyra is the first one to make a move. the queen stands, & quickly with practiced fingers she is rid of her extravagant gown and diving headfirst into the water below them. it happens in a blur, leaving the pirate alone with a wistful smile on her face. it takes marlena significantly longer to come to her senses and disrobe, and once she has nyra is already halfway towards the rocky outcropping beside the roaring waterfall on the opposite side of the caverns opening.

⸺ the pirate pulls herself up alongside her queen not long after her, gaze wandering her curves, counting the drops of water beading on soft skin, pale against the dark stone shore. & again, rhaenyra is the first to act. not for a lack of confidence on lena's part ⸺ in the name of love & taking action, she was no stranger . . . though circumstance had brought her face - to - face with royalty, that was a first. at once she's on her, hands on the side of the redhead's face, lips pressed tightly against one another. there's shock ― a heartbeat of hesitation ― and then marlena is reciprocating, mouth opening wide to allow the other's tongue to explore her own, one hand raising to brush through silver - white hair while the other falls to the small of rhaenyra's back, urging their bodies even closer together.

⸺ ❝   my  queen,   ❞ pause comes as marlena's hand raises ⸺ barely brushes her fingertips over the soft skin covering the other's stomach, up her side . . . around the curve of her breast & up to the base of her throat. palm presses flat against the column of her neck, mouth finding the skin beside her fingers there, hungry for as much of her as she was allowed to take. ❝   tell  me  where  you  want  me  t’touch  you,   @hrtached.   ❞ voice is just above a whisper, gravely & deep, breath hot against the dragon's ear. marlena's opposite palm finds rhaenyra's cheek, then, pulling her face towards her own to lock their lips in another deep kiss. she doesn't wait for an answer ⸺ instead, the hand that held the side of her face travels down the queen's side again, thumb brushing over her left breast's nipple, before fingers find their way to the warmth between her legs, the soft flesh of her inner thigh.

⸺ the two fall to their knees carefully, bodies maneuvering to a more comfortable position with lena hovering over rhaenyra, peppering kisses into the side of her mouth, over her chin, down to her chest. she exhaled once, a warm, humid breath against sensitive flesh before marlena's lips wrapped around her. moans were music to the pirate's ears, emboldening her to curl her tongue around her nipple, to hollow her cheeks with a light suck inwards. cupping her other breast in her hand, she kneaded the swollen flesh, relishing in the way the other writhed beneath her. rhaenyra's body responded readily, her back arching up into marlena's touch.

⸺ fingers leave soft flesh, hungry mouth pulling away to move lower, to rake fingernails along her navel and slide on her knees back, until she was bent between her legs. knees parted without a word, marlena opted to lift one and drape a sleek thigh over her shoulder. she could hear rhaenyra's breath hitch, chest heaving with rapid breaths as she looked down at her, eyes half - lidded, kiss - swollen lips parted. the queen's hips lifted towards lena's mouth, and it took everything within her to bite back a growing grin. in response, rhaenyra lifted her remaining leg to mirror the other. in her glory, marlena's eyes scanned over the other's sex, hesitant fingers raising to prod gently at her folds. her face hovered closer, tongue pointed to trace the delicate ripples before circling the sensitive tip of her clitoris. a deepened kiss, her head tilts as she licks deeper into the tissue, excruciatingly slow. one of rhaenyra's hands tangled itself in marlena's matted hair, taking a fistful as a throaty moan echoed against the stone around them.

⸺ the noises that came from her only urged marlena to quicken her pace, grown ravenous as she drinks in her taste and the sounds that she made. rhaenyra's spoken words were a jumble of moans and breathlessness, but within them marlena could make out a handful of words, mostly curses, and pleas for her to continue. more, more, more . . . a smile grows, and there is a pause, a thought to pull back altogether and watch her writhe that she dutifully ignores. lena instead licks along her drenched slit, punctuated with an open - mouthed kiss to the queen's clitoris. the first fluttering of a climax rippled through the queen as marlena stroked the flat of her tongue over that very bud, and rather than let up, the pirate opted to slide two fingers into the tightened warmth of her sex.

⸺ the waterfall beside them drowned out the raising volume of rhaenyra's cries of pleasure, allowing her full release of whatever it was that had been so pent up inside. she needed this, marlena thought, and so she did not ease up. the delicate inner muscles of the queen tugged at her pumping fingers, matching the cadence of her merciless tongue. movements unrelenting, spurring her queen to another orgasm before the first had fully eased its grip on her. she screamed when she came, and lena instead opted to push a third finger in with the others. she rakes the edge of her teeth lightly over the crowning knot of nerves, driving rhaenyra to another climax so easily on the heels of her second. she was relentless in her need to satisfy her completely, willing to continue endlessly had it not been for nyra's breathless pleas for an end, a reprieve at the least. when she finally concedes, lena pulls her soaking fingers from the queens warmth slowly, all while she presses soft kisses against the inside of her thighs.

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ft. mia allen & marty mikalski @hrtached.

❛ not to shit on your entire life ... but are you sure this is what you want? ❜ it wasn't that she was against the concept of marriage persay, though she wasn't actually for it either. not without choice, and any chance of that had been squandered once he'd been matched with maggie wright. she liked maggie, loved her even but it didn't negate that neither of the two had much of a say when it came to who they were going to spend their forever with. it wasn't a future she wanted for herself, but it didn't mean that she didn't want love. not that lizzie ever stood much of a chance in that department. chronically single, there were days she found herself questioning whether or not she was even deserving of love at all. ❛ statistically, at least fifty percent of marriages end in divorce. ❜ @hrtached

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃  𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄,   𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯  𝘪𝘯  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳.   w/  @hrtached​​​‘s  christa  marsh .

      mallory  &  her  husband,   bill  denbrough   ( @gruvies​ ),   had  both  been  through  a  lot   「  .  .  .  」   all  of  which  only  brought  them  closer  to  the  people  they’d  needed  most ;   friends   ⸺   their  chosen  family .   it  was  then  that  beverly  marsh  entered  their  lives,   and  it  felt  like  mallory  had  met  a  long  lost  friend :   they  clicked  immediately .   and  in  the  blink  of  an  eye,   their  families  became  one,   spending  holiday’s  and  more  together   ⸻   &  mallory  found  herself  getting  particularly  close  to  beverly’s  younger  cousin,   christa  marsh .   a  fashion  student  that  had  been,   at  that  point,   desperately  searching  for  a  new  model  to  fixate  on,   a  position  that  mal  agreed  to  with  excitement .   not  long  after  they  became  close  friends,   they  shared  their  stories .   their  individual  traumas  only  tied  them  together  further,   &  in  a  way  mallory's  views  on  her  had  changed  from  sisterly,   to  maternal .

if she had to see the situation they'd found themselves in in a positive light, amy would just be grateful that she was not alone. the comfort that lucy provided was more than she could ever describe, the relationship formed between them all too alike to what she had had with andrea once upon a time ⸺ still much too sore a subject to acknowledge with more than a passing thought. sister's loss weighs heavy on her conscious, even if there was nothing that amy could have done to change fate; blood still stained her hands, visions of her final moments still haunted her dreams. despite the fear that fills her being, amy finds herself disappointed that they would not get the rest that they so desperately needed; that was a stone’s toss away and so cruelly ripped out from underneath them.

head shakes once in response to @hrtached's inquiry, too afraid that if she were to even whisper a reply the strangers below would hear and be on them in a second. bag secured on her back with what little supplies they’d been able to gather earlier in the day, amy flexes her fingers instinctively around the strap over her shoulder in some sort of absentminded reassurance. ❝ the exon ? yeah ― i remember. ❞ she hard swallows down her doubt, pessimism the devil on her shoulder, whispering promises of their failure, of their inevitable deaths: she inhales a sharp breath through her nose to silence it. they move at a snail's pace, tip-toeing across the carpeted floor with baited breath ⸺ anxiety praying that the floorboards underfoot were not of the creaking variety. when she finally peaks over the windowsill her vision tunnels, the ground below suddenly miles away. voice is shaky when she speaks, attempted lightheartedness falling flat, ❝ if we aim for the bushes, what do you think the likelihood of us getting fatally impaled by a branch are ? ❞ (cont.)

   ❝ you look like you're in pain, ❞ @hrtached's face the very picture of concentration: furrowed brows, lower lip chewed raw ⸺ nothing but confusion in his eyes. if they were in a cartoon, she's sure there'd be steam blowing out from his ears. entertaining as it was, bella was just happy that he was finally putting in the effort, even if his reasoning wasn't necessarily aligned with her own. her, keeping her grades up to eventually receive her golden ticket to a decent college; him, maintaining a c+ average to keep his place on the basketball team, with hopes of an athletic scholarship in his near future ― she supposed that though their paths diverged on the how, their end goal was exactly the same. fingers reach across the bed to pull the textbook out from in front of him, shutting it and pushing it further away all in one fluid motion. ❝ why don't we take a break for a little while ? we've already been at it for a few hours. ❞

@hrtached ASKED, 𝒃𝒖𝒕... 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑯𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔. 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. [𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒐𝒏!]

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 no matter how it came to be. especially one under so many eyes at the capital. floris had been surprised when the prince chose her in the first place—she who’s the baby of her sister, who’s small, who isn’t as outgoing as some of the others. she quiet , reserved , & would much rather do needlework or read a book than attend feast or dance. at first, that had worried her. but, she had came to see that prince aemond was similar in this regard. often, she felt more at ease knowing they could both sit in the same room together , reading or attending to something else , and he wouldn’t think her boring for it. ( floris had come to slowly get to know aemond as days turned into weeks. she found out little things about him , interests , dislikes & in return the same for her. he was much more than what court people whispered about him & not nearly as intimidating . . when he wanted to be. ) ; hands take hold of her sisters, the capital sun beaming down on them as they sit in the gardens. her sisters words make her smile, they make her let out a small sigh from her chest. ❛ you needn’t worry about how he looks at me, sister, ❜ jests floris with a pressing smile. ❛ the prince is . . well, he wasn’t as easy to get to know at the start as i thought. but, he’s opened up to me. i’m thankful for it. ❜ this answer is genuine. ❛ i was so worried we would loath each other, that he would be cold to me. that i’d just be an annoyance to him, but i’m glad the gods have seen fit not to make it so. ❜ brows furrow as she spoke, but soon after she leans in. ❛ do you really think he looks at me with devotion & love ? ❜

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@hrtached​ ASKED, 💝 for steve and emmy!!

            𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 && 𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐃,  to be a good babysitter && for her little friend,  she’d make her something.   nothing huge, nothing extremely special, but something emerson thought might bring a smile to her face !   a small batch of cake pops covered in bright colored icing, with sprinkles, && even a little crown she’d found in some of her own toys─simple, but a gift that was sure to make little holly laugh && jump with excitement.   pops are put aside, stored in the fridge, while hands grab a bag && keys to head out of the door.  minutes later emmy is pulling into the video store, getting out, && walking into the door with bag in hand.     ;      the store is relatively slow for lunch time on a week day, so she feels little shame in calling out to the two people she knows live inside:    ❝   steve, robin !  ❞   they must be lingering in the back . . the noise of a newer released horror flick plays in background as noted by the   𝚂𝙷𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙺   the tv gives.   bag is sat down, along with keys, on the entrance counter while she busies hands with getting out the food she’d made && brought her friends, && boyfriend, for lunch.  when they make their appearance, emerson smiles feeling hands wrap ‘round her, rested comfortably against her waist,  leading body to turn in greeting.    ❝  hey, baby. ❞   hand reaches up to rest on steve’s cheek when he leans down to press a kiss to her lips.  it lingers for a moment,  && emmy can feel the lingering stare of robin  /  their quiet  ‘ugh’,  before pulling away but remaining 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮.    ❝  made you && robin some lunch !  ❞  hand gestures.

🎲🎲🎲🎲

paige fredericks & jj maybank: yeah, it's a trope we've done a hundred times before ... so what, I LIKE IT. she's probably one of sarah's friends so they don't see one another too often, but when they do they're like a cat and mouse. she bullies him<3 and probably makes him feel bad about himself<3 but she's just jealous and bitter<3 naomi is probably there too. and called paige out on her bs or whatever like the second time they ever spoke. witch or not she would for sure get Involved in their shit in the second and third seasons just Because. annoys jj the whole time. we're gonna ship them so whatever yeah talk to me about it or something

robin craig & london corvin: robin is some... hell thing... london is a tri-blood hybrid (whatever tf that is)... give me famous lucy and her bestie london (also famous? question mark?). theyre not killing people they're killing boys, blah blah blah. their paparazzi pics together,, the rumors... they're not together!! unless... london is her +1 for everything don't even.

van palmer & virginia hammond: summer camp counselor van at ur service!!! if we want something more light-hearted (and by that i mean no cannibalism, there will still be trauma!) we go fear street. but. ginny in the Wilderness. van/taissa/ginny power trio. ginny being the only one van stayed in contact with as they got older... the first person to Know........ please stop i might cry.

luke crain & joseph munroe: OKAY SOBRIETY BUDDIES??? yea. i'm thinkin no apoc bc that shit is so repetitive and im Tired. years after thohh luke is settled down w a wife n kids and sober for years,, joey and belle (and riley?? wtf was her kids name......) are doing well for themselves too. they can lean on one another and their kids can be best friends and they can have cute barbecues and spend holidays together.... just give them Both a little bit of happiness... i'm begging you. @hrtached.

🎲🎲🎲🎲

mae black & rosemary winters: i always thought rose would be a perfect fit into stranger things, with her being a mold child and the first born bioweapon. rose gets bullied at school a lot, and she doesn't really have friends her own age - so what i'm saying is be her friend.

christina wendall & london corvin: listen, you know i love london. she's perfect and amazing, and an iconic little hybrid baby from my two favorites, and christina would be super fascinated by her. i think there could be sm potential for something really cool here.

erin ulmer & blake dreyer: i definitely planned on including not just the girls, but this one is just too good to resist. one of the survivors of the original flight 180, and now it's happening again. i know erin wasn't a believer, but blake could help her. alex was the original and they are married now, let her help save you.

eric hill & lizzy white: i know we've plotted them before ... but they are so much fun to write. they might not be soulmates, but there is love there and i just think it'd be fun to explore their complex relationship even more.

   DAFFODIL   RAYS   DRIP   LIKE   HONEY,                  golden   dew   kissing   the   horizon   as   THE   SUN   begins   to   dip—         burning   its   brightest   only   as   its   shape   begins   to   disappear   behind   the   tree   line;                  a   last   lingering   wash   of   warm   light   ...               carving   out   the   silhouettes   of   several   walkers   following   their   trail.                        “      this   isn’t   right,      they   DON’T–         they   shouldn’t   move   like   that.      “     —     @hrtached

# DUCTAPED. a semiprivate, headcanon-based iteration of ashley jones, plucked from the 2016 film better watch out and almost entirely rewritten. various verses available; better watch out is a christmas-themed horror movie, with some some pretty gruesome visuals. this blog is intended for those 21+. please follow at your own discretion !

[ a deep-dive into ] : an unwilling fighter, being "the babysitter", surviving against the odds, & recovery being a non-linear path, among others.

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@hrtached ASKED, ❛  𝒊  𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕  𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘  𝒉𝒐𝒘  𝒕𝒐  𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍  𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑  𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 .  ❜ [𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒂𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒆𝒏𝒚𝒓𝒂!]

𝐒𝐇𝐄 & 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. sleep is harder to find when your mind & your heart remain so heavy. when childish things are tucked away in favor of stresses somewhat out of your control—daenyra can only witness it, but hardly ever is she involved in what the doings of war are. as she is dragonless, always has been, she cannot be as of use as she wishes. while her brothers role is to fight, to rally people to their cause, perhaps hers is of a softer kind. emotional support, checking on those who may not have the mind to do it themselves. but, is it as noble as winning a dragon battle ? ; hand wastes no time in reaching out, in taking hold of jace’s. her brows knit together, her lips downturned. it’s as if she could feel his inner torment & how tired he is. ❛ i would take these pains, this exhaust, from you if i could. gladly, brother, without second thought. ❜ daenyra uses the same tone their mother does when she tries to reassure them. free hand places on his shoulder while the one she holds tightens to comfort. ❛ i find sleep difficult as well. after luke . . after the way mother reacted. it is no easy thing to see someone you love in pain, but we must . . must stay diligent in our efforts. ❜ a sigh, ❛ mother needs us. now more than ever, jace. ❜

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she is a huge fan of platonic handholding and like that - is to both to comfort her and the other person. it’s like , a way to steady herself without drawing attention to the way she’s actually feeling beneath the surface and also to steady others she can see are anxious and visibly so. so much of her anxiety is filtered through her hands as a way to control the way she’s perceived at court and to remain ‘ steady ’ so to speak - unshakable by the goings on of court, and she’s fully aware of the importance of perception in regards to how you’re viewed and scrutinized at court . she never really reaches out to be comforted, so it’s always an effort on her part to comfort either her children, or one of her ladies, or alicent.

𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖉.

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