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Heaven knows I ain't getting over you.
Choso Kamo x You x Suguru Geto
Explicit Themes 18+ (🚫Minors DNI🚫)
Part seven of the 'Two + One' story. Click for story masterlist.
Guitarist! Choso Kamo is your boyfriend, and he finally notices that his bandmate, Suguru may feel some type of way about you. Now, it's up to you to decide whether you want to come clean about your own feelings for Suguru, and your subconscious may just decide for you.
Relevant tags: sexual tension, thoughts of infidelity, characters with questionable morals, Suguru is hot, Suguru has piercings and tattoos amen, Choso is sweet and loyal, slow burn, no "y/n" for immersion, 2nd POV, reader has no defining characteristics, explicit smut, missionary, nipple play (fem receiving)
Recommended songs to listen to while reading: Just Pretend (Bad Omens), Is There Someone Else (The Weekend), Undisclosed Desires (Muse)
A/N: I'm starting to think Bad Omens ghostwrote this fic the way that entire album fits this story perfectly. Also, just for clarification, the italic texts are yours, and the bolded texts are Suguru's! The drama is getting real and it will continue to build. Enjoy ;)
Read on Ao3 if you prefer!
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Things return to a semblance of normalcy.
Choso continues to work with Curse Manipulator.
Suguru doesn’t text or call you, despite having gotten your number, and you sort of let it be.
You greet Choso when he comes home, and you’re both happy to see each other.
The two of you even have a better sex life than you’ve ever had now that he’s become bolder with you.
But it feels like you’re walking on thin ice. Microcracks are undulating beneath the weight of your steps, the frigid void of water beneath beginning to seep through. There are no indications. You just feel like something is off.
He isn’t acting like anything is wrong…but it’s almost as if things are too quiet.
This purgatory drags on for about a month until one night, when you’re home alone and you get a text from Suguru.
He noticed.
You pause as soon as you read it. He noticed? What does Suguru mean by that?
What?
I’ve been asking about you more, he asked me what was up.
Then I told him the truth.
Your heart full-on drops into the pit of your stomach.
What did you say?
I said I think you’re attractive.
Was that all?
Well, I also said I have no intention of usurping you. That I respect him and your relationship.
But I wanted to tell you because he’s probably going to bring it up.
So be prepared.
The way he’s talking, it sounds like the two of you have to cover something up. It’s like it’s a late-stage affair rather than just the metaphorical dance-around-the-fire the two of you have been engaging in.
Is it still bad? Yes. Is this text conversation proof of that? Yes, again.
Okay…
Thanks for the heads up.
Also,
I’ve been wanting to text you but I wasn’t sure what to say.
Anything is incriminating, right?
Not necessarily…you could ask me how my day was or…I don’t know, bring up a new movie or song or…
Maybe it just feels that way because of how I feel about you.
And how I know you feel about me.
It’s not innocent.
You have to set the phone down for a minute to gather your bearings. What game is he playing? You haven’t heard from him in a month and now he does this?
Your hand picks your phone back up and you type out a reply.
When you talk like that, of course it’s not.
How can I see what your face looks like right now without you being here?
What do you see?
Your eyes are heavy. There’s a weight in them. You’re probably holding my hand again.
I wish I was.
Good god, you can’t catch a break.
Should you really be flirting with me after you told my boyfriend you were attracted to me?
He just thinks it’s one-sided.
He doesn’t know you feel the same.
So now I have to pretend like it is?
You have a choice to make. Tell him you’re attracted to me or just act surprised.
You mean, lie to him either way?
What other option do you have that won’t end in disaster?
He has a point. You can’t say it’s more than attraction, then he’d catch Suguru in a lie also. He’d realize it goes deeper than how he made it seem. So what?
Be half-honest, or lie completely?
Anyways…how was your day?
The abruptness of the text has you laughing aloud in the silence of your living room.
It was fine. How was yours?
Just worked. We’re getting close to finalizing the album, then the next steps will come.
What are the next steps?
A music video for the title track, press run, and a tour. It’s going to be our biggest album yet.
As you read it, the gravity of it all hits you.
Choso is part of a successful band. And it’s on the trajectory to get bigger and bigger. All of the proper groundwork has been laid—they’re local stars, and with a music video and the team Suguru has secured to help with promotion, their music will find new fans all over the place. With that comes touring, traveling all over the country and even the world…it’s huge.
Wow.
I can’t believe this is all happening.
It sounds like a lot, doesn’t it?
Well, yeah. You’re going to be proper rock stars.
Haha
You’ll be along for the ride.
Choso’s going to want you there. And I will too.
You’ll see everything we do.
That sounds fun and intimidating.
It does, right?
But it’s exciting. Choso is exactly what we were missing. With him we’re going to make it.
I feel proud.
You should.
A question pops into your mind.
Was it always your goal to have fame?
Haha, well, I admit I am a bit of a show-off.
I just think everything happened to put me in this position.
That makes sense. I feel special, getting to know you guys before you get big. I’m your first groupie.
Haha, come on, you’re more than that. So much more.
I know. But I really am a fan. Your music is all I play recently.
Yeah? What song is your favorite?
Strange. You wrote it about your life, right?
I did. It’s sort of an autobiography. I’m surprised that’s your favorite, it’s one of the only songs of ours that’s really personal.
Why are you surprised? I remember when you told me about that stuff. Hearing it in a song was beautiful.
You sound so open and honest when you’re singing.
Oh, I see…
Was I not when I told you?
No, I meant I could feel your emotions because of how you sang it.
It’s breathtaking.
When you compliment me like that, it goes straight to my head.
Coming from you, that means the world.
I’ll make more meaningful songs in the future.
You don’t have to just because it’s what I like.
No, I want to.
I have some things I want to say.
You know, you’ve inspired me a lot.
You groan out loud, laying back on the couch and rubbing at your face in frustration. What are you supposed to do with that? This doesn’t sound like ‘no intentions of usurping’.
Luckily (or unluckily) the lock in your front door turns, indicating the return of your boyfriend.
You close out of the messaging app and lock your phone, hoping to ignore that text the rest of the night. With that you pretend to have been watching whatever show is on television as he walks in.
Immediately, his smile is tight as he greets you. “Hey.”
Oh god, here we go.
“Hey, baby,” you reply, giving him a smile as he moves to sit beside you after removing his shoes. He gives you a kiss on the cheek, arms winding around your waist. “How was it today?”
“It was okay,” he begins, his eyes meeting yours for a moment before they flit away. “I had an interesting conversation with Suguru.”
You steel yourself. “Interesting how?”
“Well,” he hesitates, pulling away and resituating himself on the cushion beside you, fiddling with his hands for a moment. “Lately, he’s been asking a lot…about you. At first, I didn’t think much of it. But then Larue randomly said today ‘you should bring her by again, Suguru won’t shut up about her.’ I didn’t realize he spoke about you when I wasn’t around. It got me thinking…why would he be talking about you like that? Then he mentioned you again, how you haven’t been around, and then I decided to just ask him what it was about once the other two guys left.”
You take a breath. “Um, okay…and?”
“And he told me he was attracted to you. Like, straight-up. I mean, he reassured me he wasn’t going to do anything about it, but I…I don’t know. I mean, he’s Suguru. He could probably have whoever he wants. If he went after you…”
Moment of truth. Who will you be?
“Um…” You begin, heart pounding as you find your words, “well, that’s…”
Choso’s eyes flit back to yours, waiting to hear what you have to say.
“Well, I…thought maybe he did…”
“You did?” Choso asks, “You thought he was interested in you? Since when?”
“I don’t know, I just had a feeling.” Okay, so now you are a liar. Guilt starts fortifying deep in your gut. “I-I mean, I didn’t know for sure.”
“Oh,” Choso frowns, “So…I mean…what do you think about it?”
The correct answer is to tell him there’s no chance in hell. But hell is where you currently are, and you’ve entertained Suguru enough already, so what does that do for anyone?
You sigh heavily. “To…to be honest…I mean, he is an attractive guy, but I would never leave you for him, not in a million years, Chos’.”
Choso’s face is unreadable for a second, and you immediately begin regretting what you just said.
“So…” He breathes out, brows furrowing slightly. “What I’m…hearing is that you two are attracted to each other?”
Back pedal, back pedal, back pedal.
“I meant that he’s just a good-looking guy. You know? And he’s nice, but that doesn’t compare to what you and I have. We have history and intimacy, baby, I would never let him disrupt that.”
Haven’t you already, though? Liar.
“But what if it was different? If you met him first, and then me? If you had the history and intimacy with him? Would you still want me the same?”
Can he see right through you? This has potential to blow up in your face. You need to put this fire out now.
“It’s not that serious,” you shake your head, taking his hands, “I’m in love with you, Chos’, and there are tons of good-looking guys out there, that doesn’t mean that I like them or want to be with them!”
“So you don’t like Suguru like that? It’s just that you think he’s good-looking?”
“Right.” Wrong.
Choso sucks in a deep breath, reaching up and taking his hair out of their ties to rub at his head. “Well…I…I trust you, obviously, it’s just weird.”
“Y-yeah, that’s understandable.”
You’re lying to the man you love. This who you are now, isn’t it? A bad person.
“I don’t need to worry, do I?”
“No,” you say in a rush, “baby, I’m yours, okay? I love you so much. You are the best. And nothing will take me away from you.”
He looks at you for a moment before moving closer, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you. “I’m just so afraid you’ll fall out of love with me. You’re my world and it’s unhealthy how much I love you. I’d sooner let you walk all over my heart than leave me.”
Each word twists the dagger he’s lodged in your heart harder and harder.
All you can say is, “I love you,” like an apology, squeezing him tightly in your arms.
“I love you,” he replies, tightening his own hold on you, and despite all of the words you exchanged, it doesn’t feel like you’ve reached a resolution at all.
You’ve just dug yourself a deeper hole.
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“I want to keep going,” Suguru stares up at you, his mouth at the line of your shirt, dangerously near the top of your breast. You’ve seen this before—you two are in your living room all alone. Choso’s at his brother’s house. This is the part where Suguru pulls away and says he won’t go further.
Except, he doesn’t do that. He pulls you onto the couch. You wind up beneath him quickly, and he doesn’t stop. His greedy hands tug your shirt down, exposing you to his eyes, and his pierced lips wrap around a nipple, large palms on your hips, gripping them like you’ll float away if he doesn’t hold you down.
You feel the bead of his tongue piercing on your stiff peak, and can’t stop the gasp of his name.
“Suguru!”
He smiles up at you, that infuriating crooked grin, his hands working expertly to get you naked. His mouth kisses, tastes, and marks any expanse of skin he can touch, and before you know it, you can’t even remember if either of you had been wearing clothes in the first place. All you feel is his hot skin on yours everywhere.
He hovers his face over yours, molten sunset eyes locked with yours.
“I’m gonna kiss you.”
“You shouldn’t.”
“Don’t care.”
His mouth devours yours as a parched traveler attacks an oasis, and you moan at the taste of his mouth, the warmth of his tongue on yours, and you just let go. Your hands thread into his beautiful black tresses, cupping his face, kissing him with all of the desire in the world.
Then, he’s inside of you.
It knocks the wind out of you, dislodging the kiss so you can cry out another, “Suguru!”
He groans, and then he’s moving, thrusts coming quick and hard, like an animal mauling its prey, carnal and so so delicious, your hands find his chest, his neck, his abdomen, his arms, his hips—you want to grab onto any and every part of him but nowhere you touch is enough, you want to become one with him.
He goes harder and you can’t stop saying his name. It’s an incantation, evoking a side of you that you’ve never known, that you’re afraid of, that you vy for.
“Suguru…” it tumbles freely, “Suguru, Suguru!”
He takes you to heights you’ve never been to before, and you feel light as air yet far away like you’re at the bottom of the ocean. He fills your lungs, it’s impossible to breathe when it’s this hot—
Your eyes snap open. A hand is on your shoulder. Eyes are on yours.
But they don’t belong to Suguru.
You’re in bed with Choso, and your blood suddenly runs cold.
You were dreaming.
The resignation in his eyes says it all.
“You…were saying his name in your sleep.”
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A/N: evil cliffhanger oopsies...hope you enjoyed!! Also, I changed the cover art for the story 'cause it looked a little too cringe. This one is still cringe but tastefully so. Okay, d out!
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Redacted characters as songs
A/n: this would have been angsty if it wasn’t 7:02 in the morning where I live and I haven’t slept. I only done this with a few characters cause my brain is fried currently, I have like 10 drafts I need to finish and post.
David shaw:
Joshua - Dolly Parton
‘It growled at me and I swallowed hard, when he spoke his voice was low and deep but he just didn’t frighten me, ‘cause somehow I just knew he wasn’t mean’
Asher Talbot:
Harness your hopes - Pavement
‘Harness your hopes on just one person, You know, because a harness was only made for one. Cauterized in syrup and syrup's not molasses and I'm checking out the asses, the assets that attract us to anything that moves’
Milo Greer:
That’s what I like - Bruno Mars
Jump in the Cadillac, Girl let's put some miles on it, Anything you want just to put a smile on it, you deserve it baby, you deserve it all and I'm gonna give it to you. Gold jewelry shining so bright Strawberry champagne on ice Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Sex by the fire at night Silk sheets and diamonds all white. Lucky for you, that's what I like’
Vincent Solaire:
Bring me to life - Evanescence
‘Wake me up inside, save me, Call my name and save me from the dark, wake me up, Bid my blood to run, I can't wake up, Before I come undone, save me, Save me from the nothing I've become. Bring me to life, I've been living a lie There's nothing inside’
Sam Collins:
Before he cheats - Carrie Underwood
‘I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive, Carved my name into his leather seats. I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights, Slashed a hole in all four tires, Maybe next time, he'll think before he cheats’
Gavin:
Closer - Nine Inch Nails
‘I broke apart my insides, I've got no soul to sell, Help me, the only thing that works for me, Help me get away from myself. I wanna fuck you like an animal, I wanna feel you from the inside, I wanna fuck you like an animal. My whole existence is flawed. You can have my isolation, You can have the hate that it brings, You can have my absence of faith. You can have my everything’
Damien:
Do I wanna know? - Artic Monkeys
‘Do I wanna know?, If this feelin' flows both ways? Sad to see you go, Was sorta hopin' that you'd stay Baby, we both know, That the nights were mainly made For sayin' things that you can't say tomorrow day’
Huxley:
Dark Red - Steve Lacy
‘I think of her so much, it drives me crazy. I just don't want her to leave me. Don't you give me up, please don't give up Honey, I belong with you and only you, baby. Only you, my girl, only you, babe (you) Only you, darling, only you, babe (you) Only you, my girl, only you, babe (you) Only you, darling, only you’
Lasko:
For the First Time - Mac Demarco
‘While she's been away, Living day-to-day has been tough. Without her at my side, Simply being alive has been rough and though she won't be gone forever, There are many times I find it feels that way and I'm not trying to forget her just understand how I'll be feeling on that day. It's just like seeing her for the first time again’
Kody:
Pumped up kicks - foster the people
‘Robert's got a quick hand. He'll look around the room, but won't tell you his plan. He's got a rolled cigarette hanging out his mouth, he's a cowboy kid, yeah he found a six-shooter gun in his dad's closet, and with a box of fun things I don't even know what But he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you. All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, You better run, better run outrun my gun. All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, You better run, better run faster than my bullet’
#redacted david#redacted asher#redacted milo#redacted vincent#redacted sam#redacted gavin#redacted damien#redacted huxley#redacted kody#redacted damn crew#redacted shaw pack#redacted solaire clan#redacted audio
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𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕞𝕖
Reader x Doflamingo [reader x Rosinante if u squint reeeeal hard]
Rated 18+ // mentions of sex, Doflamingo fantasizing about killing reader then decides 'nah'.
A/N: My first song fic in YEARS. This song has been on repeat for a few days and I've been itching to write something for daddy doffy 🥵 I hope you guys enjoy 💖💋
Please listen to the song Worship by Ari Abdul while reading this, it will make more sense lmao
It isn't often that Doflamingo takes time out of his busy day to search for you around the manor. There was a prickling feeling over his skin as he thought about you, a deep frown etched into his face as the time ticks on. Door after door opens - eventually, the Heavenly Demon gives a low growl of displeasure, ripping open another door only for you to not be there either.
As he moves deeper into his home, he stalls for a moment as the sound of a piano meets his ears. 'Of course,' he thinks to himself, rolling his eyes at himself as he made his way towards the music room.
He peeks through the cracked door, his frown softening slightly as he takes in your shape at the piano, humming under your breath as your fingers dance over the keys. The frown returns in full force as he notes Rosinante sitting across from you, an almost dreamy look on his face as your kept your focus on the piano.
When you finally figure out the right notes, you give a triumphant "Ha!" as you play it out a few times, clearing your throat gently before singing out,
Worship me...
Ice runs through Doflamingos veins as his frown deepens once more, leaning against the outside of the doorframe as he stares down the hall.
Make you believe,
I'm what you need,
So beg, darlin', please...
The King felt like he'd been thrown into an ice bath set on fire. The burning started at the bottom of his feet, coursing through his skin until the tingles reached the top of his head, a soft huff brushing past his lips in irritation at the feeling. He crossed his arms, his fingers digging into his clothed flesh. He couldn't place it, the unknown feeling of either anger or hunger running through him as the words flooded from you.
Who were you to demand to be worshipped?! He was the King, the Heavenly Demon, the one who deserved and demanded praise. He brought entire villages and peoples to their knees and burned them alive - he was both saviour and destroyer.
Baby, don't lie,
It's okay that you crave me -
Your eyes on my body, you're shaking,
Get high on me for you're forsaken...
While you had strength that caught his attention, he found it nearly repulsive at the thought of you being worshipped. The more he thought about it, the more rage filled his stomach, hating more and more about the thought of some worthless whelp showering you with attention and praise, your name falling from their mouth as a prayer.
He swore it made him sick.
He peeked in again, and the rage grew tenfold, his teeth clenched tightly as fire bubbled up in his chest at the sight before him.
Pretty when you're looking up like that,
Pray, but Heaven won't let you back,
Good on your knees...
His brother leaned on the piano, a cigarette hanging from his lips as he stared you down, a dark blush on his painted face. While Doflamingo knew his brother had the world's largest crush on you, Rosinante knew better than to try and take something that belonged to him.
Though, at that moment, it was your expression that infuriated him the most.
Worship me...
Your cheeks were tinted pink, doe eyes wide and staring back up at Rosinante as the words tumbled out of you. Your fingers brushed over the keys almost mindlessly, the motion a second nature to you even as you kept your attention on the man in front of you. One of Rosinantes hands went under your chin, his fingers slightly curled under it as his thumb traced over your bottom lip for just a moment, retracting his hand with a cheeky grin as your cheeks darkened.
Neither of you were aware of the seething King outside the door.
Whisper, give me your life,
Yeah, we're both sinners;
Your body is close, your tongue lingers,
You feed me the taste of your fingers...
Something snapped in Doflamingos head at your words, the intelligent man finally coming to the conclusion that it wasn't the song, or the fact that you were singing it -
It was the fact you weren't singing to him.
If Doflamingos glare could crumble stone, the manor would have been a wreck by now. He loved his brother, but this felt like betrayal - his heart clutched in a vicegrip as he wondered lightly if you were worth keeping around anymore. While you were an asset to him, his family always came first.
Worship me-
Make you believe,
I'm what you need,
So beg, darlin', please;
The longer Doflamingo remained outside the door, the stronger the feeling of crushing your throat under his grip rose. His fingers twitched, itching to summon threads and simply remove your head right from where he stood. As your song came to a finish, you cleared your throat again before asking Rosinante timidly,
"S-so? What did you think? Do you think he'll think it's stupid?"
Doflamingos' mind came screeching to a halt. The only sound his brother gave in response to your question was clapping, causing you to laugh and retort,
"Wonderful! I thought it was kinda corny at first but, the more I kept writing, the more I just... I don't know. It just, came out of me."
There was a sound of scribbling, a flicker of paper being slid across the paino and you sighed. Doflamingo strained slightly, trying to listen as you murmured out what Rosinante had written down. Your response surprised the king somewhat, his frown washing away from his face as you spoke,
"Cora-san, I don't expect him to love me back. At the end of the day, I'm a goddamn nobody and I accept that; But I'm his goddamn nobody, and that's all I could ask for."
Doflamingo remained for only a moment longer before pushing off the wall, making his way towards your room. He began thinking of the ways to tease you about this, a wicked grin slowly coming over his features as he ripped your door open, nearly shaking as he thought about how your expression would look as he pushed you down onto your knees.
The feeling of your warm mouth around his cock, tears staining your cheeks as he fucks your face, demanding that you worship him for the rest of your life. A chill ran up his spine as a low chuckle left him, a dark look painting his face as he sat in a chair, facing the door and waiting for you to return.
He would never let you live this down.
A/N: HEHEHEHEHEH a tasty lil snack for my fellow Doffy/Cora-san lovers 💖 I've been wanting to write something with both of them for a while so this is what my lil brain burped out. If you see any mistakes, no you fuckin' don't! 💖🥰 maybe I'll make a part two if it's something the people want 👀
I love u all my lil tangerines! Be good! 💖💖✨️✨️
#mandies mumbles ; fanfics#one piece#doflamingo x reader#doflamingo x y/n#rosinante x reader#daddy doffy heuheueeuueheueueue 👀#i guess this is considered a song fic??? idk how shit works anymore i just write the things 😭#ok to rb#op fanfic#op doflamingo#donquixote doflamingo#donquixote rosinante
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Sam reacts to: Dan and Phil React to Every Phil is not on fire! #3
- Literally ran away from my mum for this video, we were watching tv on the couch and I saw the notification and fucking RAN.
- Shaking with anticipation they look so, old school in Dan's shirt and the denim jacket. This is how I remember them from when I first became a fan of them and just that brings up so much nostalgia.
- NOSE TOUCH TEXTURE. Someone on tumblr called that Phil would do it again and they delivered.
- hear discourse (what the heck was I on about with this one??)
- Why did he just fully show his underwear on the internet, like they really already didn't give a fuck anymore back then did they?
- Their sensory icks coming through with the mushroom, like I know that is not a neurotypical reaction.
- Phil hitting dan adorably when Dan says phulge.
- The ladders song appreciation, they do just like their silly compatibility do they?
- "Natural talent for duet improv song writing" cute
- The photo phil took of dan on the couch is so cute somehow I can't explain. It's so, intimate and so, domestic it makes me feel all giddy.
- The salsa and nacho laugh were SO uncomfortable they hated that, like Phil's laugh is not one of finding it actually funny I am sorry.
- "Uhh gif it" FUCK YOU PHIL
- Grandma Lester is THE icon, the more we learn about her the more I admire this woman and everything she did in life.
- PINOF 7 really is very good
- SOFTLAUNCH OF THE GAY HAHAHA
- PHIL CAN NOT STOP POINTING OUT THE TOUCHING IS DRIVING ME INSANE. lIt doesn't feel like he is doing it anymore to make fun of us, his tone is different and he isn't mocking us anymore... it feels like he is doing it for his own fun and almost appreciation of how they have become more comfortable with it.
- The discussion if Yuri On Ice was gay, Dan has much higher standards than I do (or Phil for that matter) and not everything is about sex daniel.
- The only thing I have to add at this point is how much more comfortable they are with touching and being close again by PINOF 8. You can tell they are out of being paranoid af about fans analyzing everything and coming more into just, being themselves again and not avoiding each others space.
- Phil not knowing his own diss track but knowing Dans is the most whipped behaviour I have ever witnessed.
- The nightstand exposure, like Dan just fully naming everything (almost I'd say) that Phil has in his night stand haha.
- They skipped some good parts big sad times, I get why because there simply isn't enough time to do four videos in one but still sad.
- "Sometimes I slept in it" WHAT DO YOU MEAN SOMETIMES This deadass confirms what we thought about the bedroom being a filming set and not actually their his bedroom, which is wild to me.
- PHATASS mention, Dan we know you love Phil's ass by now but thank you.
- "How did the floorplan stalkers even survive this era" oh Dan...
- Soft gay, they are acutely aware of all the things we picked up on as 'gay proof' and are not acknowledging that we weren't all that off really, they were just deeply closeted.
- THE AMOUNT OF NEW SELFIES WE ARE GETTING. The couch one, the ice deep throating... also the ones of Phil are so much more tame than Dan's.
- Dan is a PINOF 9 truther, interesting
- THE BUTT RIBENA FLIP. Glad they included this in their reaction because we were waiting for it.
- Dan can't stop looking at Phil, like this is so fascinating to me but we know Dan's side profile so much better than ever because he genuinely can't stop looking at Phil
- I think them ending it at 10 was perfect, it really is so sacred now.
- PHIL HAS DISCORD (I am so tempted to sent him a friend request. Update: I did and he doesn't take friend requests lol)
- Have these seen the our discussions about who would win a fight?!
- They really look so fond of their past selves, it makes me happy that they can actually appreciate their journey.
I can say that this journey through the 10 years of their career made my chest swell with fondness because they really have grown and been through so much. Being able to look back on this and see how much they have grown since then makes me so honored that we have been able to share their journey for this long.
See you tomorrow for another #sam reacts!
#dan and phil#amazingphil#daniel howell#phan#gaymingmas#sam reacts#Dan and Phil React to Every Phil is not on fire!
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Sometimes I'm really amused by the "oh what would your mother think/then show the stuff you read/write to your mother" thing antis do because like... well, my mother introduced me to Guy Gavriel Kay's works (still haven't read him extensively, but i've read a bit). We read his Tigana together, as a sort of very informal two-person book club, when I was in like high school.
And ohh Tigana would tick so many boxes for what antis deem problematic. Off the top of my head, and it's been a while so I could be forgetting stuff, there's this pair of siblings whose backstory includes incest between them. One of them, during the events of the book, is a favored member of the harem of, and in love with, the main antagonists of the book (she originally came to his harem with the plan of getting over time close enough that she could eventually assassinate him, but then the whole love thing happened), and said antagonist is portrayed as a very sympathetic character while also having committed some truly horrible atrocities (including, I guess, genocide? or at least like erasing the national and cultural identity of the titular country, Tigana). Oh and there's another pair of characters of whom one is iirc a young adult and other is iirc like middle aged, who have sex at one point. I can't remember if there's any rape scenes in Tigana, but it's a definite possibility, it's something Kay has done in other books of his anyway.
And that's just what I can remember off the top of my head. And my mom really loves that author's works. Also she didn't particularly mind when I was in middle school that I read A Song of Ice and Fire (well, first three or so books, and then I got bored), and Outlander (read the first book and a bit into the second and lost interest) and American Gods, and a random assortment of James Bond books. Just trusted that I could handle it, or if I couldn't, knew better than to continue reading. Listened and nodded along while I explained about the plots without any particular concern, so it's not like she wouldn't have known what the books contained, even in cases where she hadn't read those herself.
So yeah, I don't think she'd mind in any particular way what I read or write. Probably if I showed her any of my darker fics, she'd read them and give some general compliment about my writing because she's my mom and that's what moms do, and that'd be it, lol.
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20 questions for fic writers!
Thank you @artsyunderstudy for the tag!
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
28, though one was a round robin where I only wrote one of the chapters.
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
838, 380. Subtracting Birthday Man (the round robin fic), I've written, by myself, 799, 248. I'm not surprised. I'm not good at brevity. (And I have over a hundred thousand words in unpublished fics right now 😅)
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Only Carry On, though I've made a habit of sticking Simon and Baz into fandom loves of my youth.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Oh, Have You Seen The Fairies Dance, my CORB from two years ago, writing to art by @krisrix. 562 Kudos
Playing With Fire, Treading Thin Ice, my pinch-hit CORB, also from two years ago (I sense a trend), writing to art by @steppjes. 453 kudos
Back To Start, my Simon youthens Baz into a baby fic, 447 kudos
A Fucked Up Cinderella Story, a Simon as escort fic, and my first collaboration with my dear friend (and a brilliant artist), @frjsti. 339 kudos.
A Real Doll, my first real PWP (ok, it sort of has a plot) (a very thin one), written for @captain-aralias's Monster Under the Bed Fest, 331 kudos.
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yes! It means a lot to me to hear how folk enjoyed my work, and I appreciate how much effort it takes to reach out sometimes, so I want to show my appreciation. I should be better at commenting myself!
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Readers nearly burned me at the stake over my ending to The Blue and The Gray, where Simon rides away with his Union troop, leaving Baz behind at his plantation home. Even the 'happy ending' epilogue I wrote, to get them back together, is bittersweet, because Simon is damaged from the war and it will be a long road to recovery (or at least the length of the Oregon Trail 😉) (If you know, you know).
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I only do happy endings, but, like Ashton, I tend towards angst a lot of the time. So I think that my most meaningful happy ending is in New Year, New Me, which takes Simon and Baz literal to the end, of their long lives together (with a gorgeous song written by @moodandmist and @cutestkilla!)
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Not yet! I've gotten a few corrections, which I honestly don't mind. I'd rather be corrected than leave a glaring error in a fic. I agree with Ashton, this is an incredibly kind fandom.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Uh <looks side to side shiftily> yes? Like, a lot? It's funny, because I'm ace, but I find all the ways humans can relate to one another through sex fascinating, even if I don't need those things for myself. I'd say I write mostly bonding through sex? Occasional fucking just 'cause it's fun, but mostly soulful, loving sex.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
Not crossovers precisely, (I don't mix in characters from other fandoms) but I'm extremely guilty of throwing SnowBaz into any story, show, or movie I've loved and putting them through their paces:
The Watford Games: Simon and Baz in a Hunger Games Scenario
The White Chapel: Simon replacing Olivia Newton John in the movie Xanadu
The Snow Fox: (unfinished) Simon as the Francis Marion Character in the old Disney TV show, the Swamp Fox.
Episode 2: The Naked Next, (gift fic for @raenestee) (I blame this one on @facewithoutheart), Simon and Baz in the Star Trek Universe.
and, Stars, Flowers, and Children, an unpublished (part done) fic set in the universe of the movie the Blue Lagoon, and To Heal a Broken Mind, an unpublished (nearly finished) fic set in a scenario similar to the TV show House MD.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Fingers crossed, but no, I don't think so. Probably hard to pass off a seventy thousand word fic as your own that you just popped up with out of nowhere.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Only the round robin fic, Birthday Man, where each of several fic writers wrote a chapter for Simon's birthday celebration, and the Star Trek Universe fic, The Naked Next (linked above). But I'd definitely give co-writer credit to many of the fandom artists I've worked with, because their work either inspired my words, or they even helped guide the evolution of the fic in the background. I especially have to give credit to @krisrix, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @frjsti, and @artsyunderstudy for being brilliant at helping me flesh out the fics they did art for!
14. What’s your all time favorite ship?
Gee. Bet you can't guess.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
This is a tough one because I've (so far) never not finished a fic I've committed to (I've got a few paragraphs of a few random ideas in my files, but nothing I ever advertised or put much effort into). But I'm also perpetually in the middle of at least five or six fics, so leaving one dangling remains possible, even if I desperately hope it won't happen. I guess I'll mention Westward Son here, because though it ought to be finished in the next couple of weeks, it took me two fucking years to get there!
16. What are your writing strengths?
I don't get writer's block. I think my habit of fic jumping helps with this; if one fic is dragging, I can spend more time on another until words start to flow for the first one again. I do force myself to write at least a sentence every couple of days, even on the draggy fics, though. I think I'm decent at characterization? Especially Simon, because I identify with his way of thinking a lot. I also think I'm decent at giving the reader a strong visual of what's going on in a scene (hopefully).
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Plot and tech. I can write plot, but not snappy, quickly resolved ones. For me to find my way to the end of a plot usually takes several thousand words. And that's a weakness, not being able to write short. I don't know how to be interesting in small bites, I guess.
And tech: I'm intimidated by incorporating modern tech like social media, etc. in my fics. I always feel like I can't format it correctly or make it look/sound realistic enough, so I tend to avoid fic ideas that are tech based, like text fics or social media fics.
Aaaaand now I'm writing a fic based in Tiktok, a platform I do NOT know well. Pray for me.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I've done it once (in The Blue and The Gray), but I'm nervous about it. I think I'm afraid of misinterpreting a connotation of a word or phrase. I researched extensively for the Spanish lullaby in The Blue and the Gray, and even the Greek and Latin phrases in Back to Start and The Watford Games.
I don't mind it in fics, so long as the meaning isn't integral to the scene (like using French swears in a fic set in French Canada) (@bazzybelle, I'm looking at you!). If the meaning is integral, I tend to prefer the translations be not far away (like at the end of the fic), but rather just a few lines down (like at the end of a chapter), because it's frustrating having to jump back and forth to get meaning from what I'm reading.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
CSI, on fanfic.net. But I only wrote one fic. Don't look for it. I didn't have this username and I'm not interested in reliving that part of my life 😆
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
I think it will always be Back to Start (linked above). I still love the premise and it was the first fic that made me feel like a real writer. You don't forget that feeling. It's my baby.
How about, instead of tagging folk, you consider yourself tagged if you're one of the many people I mentioned above? 😂
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Holy and Heathen - Chapter 3 (A true lamb.)
Pairing: young!Oberyn MartellxF!Original Hightower Character
Word count: 8.7k
Chapter warning: sex; religious guilt; depressed oberyn; descriptions of poisoning and stabbing;
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SUMMARY: Lady Melara Hightower is the youngest daughter of Lord Leyton Hightower and has a distinct, serious and pious personality. She is sent to serve the Faith as a Septa, but her destiny suddenly changes once she becomes betrothed to the heir of Dorne, Prince Oberyn Martell. She sees herself living in a land far from hers with distinct habits, dealing with many divergences and a husband far more wild than she could ever expect. Would she be capable of lighting the way of her mind and heart?
(Except for Melara Hightower, all characters do not belong to me but to George RR Martin, author of the 'A Song of Ice and Fire' book series.)
Oberyn
Moments rolled Oberyn’s head like a kaleidoscope of memories. Elia was his sweet spot, his strength, his weakness. His emotions were intense, it was only logical that his jealousy and sorrow would be no different.
He was the proudest of the Martells, that day, he wished he were a Targaryen. Elia was gone for good. Her life would be now in King’s Landing, being her husband’s princess and bearing the children he undeniably wished to father. He could not understand where all that feeling came from, knowing how wrong it was to fall in love with your own kin, all he knew was that he felt something else for her and she felt the same way. Feeling Elia so close to him and not being able to touch her was excruciating. He wondered if her lips tasted as sweet as honey and if her slender body would squirm while he licked her cunt until she shed tears of joy while came for him as many times as he wished. He never did such things with her, but liked to do it with other women, imagining that it could be far better with Elia. The warmth inside a woman’s walls was something exquisite, close to a spiritual experience for him. Having a man’s arse to bury his cock inside was also quite interesting, a desire he discovered in the early days of his youth. He had no sides when it comes to lust, he could bury his head between a woman's legs with pleasure while feeling a man sucking his cock with ease, driving him to a high level of bliss. His only condition was to be his way or no way would be done.
On the Street of Silk, Oberyn walked confidently. After that eventful moment between him and his betrothed, he grew bored of lady Melara and jealous of seeing Rhaegar around his sister, being sad once she left to bed him for the first time, but at least got satisfied that she was spared from the bedding ceremony, something he found to be crass and demeaning. Wine had poisoned his head with ill thoughts and a desire to take someone who would not be afraid of some kind of Holy Punishment for a sinful behaviour, so he walked towards the nearest and finest brothel he could find.
The establishment smelled like fresh roses and the walls were filled with moans and laughs from the whores and customers. So far, he was not really excited with his options.
“Too pale.” he spread his legs while sitting at a chair, looking at the manager of the place, who was presenting him with some options. The girl blushed at Oberyn's words, but he did not seem to care. “Reminds me of my betrothed.”
“They like them like this in the capital, my lord. To show that they don’t work on the field.” the man said and Oberyn pouted, drinking another sip of his wine. He wondered if Rhaegar would be pleasing Elia that night at least, someone had to be pleased that night, he thought.
“Show me others,” he commanded, plainly. Another sip on his wine. The liquor burned his throat but he did not care. The smell and taste of grapes only made him reiterate that the wine of that city tasted like piss, but he kept drinking and looking at someone to fuck his sadness away.
A girl, extremely shy, showed up. A virgin, probably. Too young and Oberyn immediately shut her down. He liked them his age and no less. “Too young,” he replied, noticing the fear in the girl’s eyes. Oberyn was no older than twenty years and the girl seemed to be in her four and ten years of age, he wasn’t quite the fan of taking girls that looked like children. The man seemed to get impatient with Oberyn's picky manners. “Don’t like them shy.”
And finally, a feral, wild whore for him to fuck. Beautiful figure, slender and tall with brown skin and long, curly hair. Sitting on another man’s lap dressed with a thin white silk cloth, only covering her teats, ass and cunt. She caught Oberyn’s attention.
“I want her.” he pointed at the brown skinned girl, not caring at all if she was already taken. The manager of the establishment got slightly concerned.
“My lord…” he tried to speak.
“My prince,” Oberyn corrected. The man got confused at his words. “You don’t know
me? I am prince Oberyn of House Martell, the heir of Dorne.” he said, with a cocky grin. “And I demand that girl.”
He ignored all the other girls, walking down the hall in the girl’s direction. The manager followed the prince, worried about his future actions. “I beg your pardon, my prince. That girl is already taken, but I am sure I can…”
“Leave.” Oberyn replied, sternly turning his gaze at the man that held the whore he wanted. Then, he turned his eyes to the girl and she faced him. More closely, he could see a bit of Elia in her. “You come with me.” he said, extending his hand for her. The man holding the girl got outraged by the arrogance coming from Oberyn and laughed in mockery.
“You leave, you dornish pig.” and spat on the floor, close to the prince’s feet. Oberyn raised his eyebrows with a bitter laugh, already annoyed by the man’s taunting gestures.
“I believe you are not understanding that she is to be mine now. You may leave now alive or in pieces in some minutes.” he threatened. The man, appearing to be a trader, touched his sword and prepared to attack, but Oberyn quickly got his dagger and stabbed his left hand, attaching the member to the table.
“AH!” The man screamed in pain
“A dornish pig knows better than you that in a small distance a sword is a bad choice.”
“Fucking cunt!” he screamed while groaning in pain. The whores looked in absolute horror at the scene and Oberyn twisted the weapon that crossed through his hand, increasing his pain while the other men bled and yelled in pain.
“Prince Oberyn.” a man spoke softly, making Oberyn turn his back while holding the dagger that pierced the man’s hand. The dornish prince narrowed his eyes, trying to recognise who called him.
“Who addresses me?” he asked, holding firmly his weapon.
“I imagined you did not know me, my Prince. Allow me to introduce myself,” he said, slowly approaching Oberyn. “I am Benji, the owner of this establishment.”
Oberyn did not let go of the dagger, still pressuring it on the coarse man who screamed in pain like a pig about to get butchered. He took some enjoyment of making a man he considered to be stupid suffer, though. The prince looked at Benji and raised his eyebrows at the man.
“Let go of the dagger, my prince. I am sure nothing will happen to either of you.” The man tried to reason with Oberyn, calmly. In the room was only Oberyn, Benji, the whore and the bleeding man who was already losing his strength to feel his pain by now.
“If I take this dagger from his hand, he shall bleed to death and it will spill on my attire. It is so beautiful, I made it just for my sister’s wedding, Princess Elia.” he said, with a fake proud tone of voice. Wine had drunk his head truly, for he was lying about the happiness of giving his beloved sister to a melancholic silver prince, something he was not fond of doing. “I don’t want to get covered in this dying pig’s blood, so my dagger remains here for now.”
“Come with me, I am sure I can manage for you to have the best treatment. It’s not every day we are in the company of a prince, brother to our future Queen,” the man said, courteously. “Val, prepare our best room for Our Highness and get ready yourself. Pour our prince some Dornish Red so he can feel at home.” Benji commanded and the girl obeyed, leaving after bowing at Oberyn
“That was the whore I paid for!” the man exclaimed. Oberyn twisted the dagger a bit more deeper and opened even more his wound, making him scream once more.
“I am sure I shall find another one worthy of your company. A curtsy of the house, my lord.” Benji negotiated.
The reputation that followed Oberyn was quite ruthless. After some time having scholars from Essos teaching him the arts of poisoning, he used it for his own benefit while fighting, creating a dreadful narrative around him. Even though not many in King’s Landing have seen him in person, the words spoke for themselves. His name had reached The Seven Kingdoms and beyond. Speaking ill or praising the man, he was Prince Oberyn of House Martell, inspiring fear and respect, with no cares to give about other people’s opinions. He knew that people knew his name and the things he did, this prospect made him feel quite comfortable.
“Scream once more and my dagger will cut your throat.” Oberyn menaced. The man was outraged but he was shitting his pants afraid of dying and in terrible pain. He would die anyway due to the poison he spread all over the blade, but Oberyn didn’t give too much importance to this fact at point of telling him this. “You,” he turned his gaze at the owner of the pleasure house. “Take this screaming pig out of my face. And bring me the lustiest of men you have here.” Finally, the salty prince would take his dagger off the man’s hand, making him groan in relief and pain. Blood sprayed everywhere, even on Oberyn’s face and the orange garments he had on. Some minutes passed, and the man died on that chair as he predicted.
“Your wish is my command, my prince. Come with me and I shall lead you personally to the chambers prepared for you.” Benji responded with a soft smile, while Oberyn cleaned his dagger on his own robe, leaving another big mark of blood on the cloth. He looked at the injured man for a last time and smirked at him, a way to ensure to himself that power was power. The prince walked towards Benji and left the dead man behind, moving to a beautiful chamber, with a large bed, orange walls and pieces of silk giving a sultry climate to the ambient, lightened by the moon from the window. The beautiful girl awaited him, sitting at the edge of the bed fully naked with a mischievous smile.
“I shall leave you two. There is dornish wine, fruits and the best meal, fit for a prince.” The owner said, politely.
“I am hungry for other things.” Oberyn replied, brushing his own lips and looking intensely at the lady.
Before he could leave, Oberyn held his arm, not letting him go. “Bring me the manager as well.” The enticing prince commanded. The owner swallowed his own spit.
“Of course. I shall prepare him for you, my prince.” Benji obeyed and smiled, leaving him with the whore alone.
The dornishmen walked towards a small table, surrounding the girl as if she was a prey and he was a hunter, furtively looking at her. He served himself some wine and finally tasted some good wine. “I heard your name is Val,” he said, emphasising his accent. The whore stood up and approached him graciously.
“Yes, my prince.” she replied, eagerly. He smiled and handed her a cup of wine, which she drank with pleasure. Oberyn was extremely charming even under the influence, with deep brown eyes and a widowed look, mischievous and arrogant, he burned desire for the girl. In his mind, she had to be one of the goods, because since he laid his glances on her, no thought of Elia or Melara came to his mind.
“Then answer me a question, Val,” His hand cupped her breast, pinching her nipple. She closed her eyes and sighed in pleasure. Her nipples easily hardened, giving signs of indulgence. His lips reached her ear. “Have you ever fucked a prince?”
“Can’t say I have. We have so few princes in this city.” Val replied, shuddering with his closeness and giggling.
“This is what makes us royals so rare, Val.” Oberyn said, reaching her waist and drinking a sip of her wine, his gaze never leaving hers. “It is not usual to see us among the commoners. But mind you that you live in a city that disposes of a high count of princes, compared to the other five kingdoms.” He coos, kissing her neck, squeezing her breast while placing the cup at the table. His arms involved Val and squeezed her rear, smirking all the time. Val gave him a kiss on his neck this time, making his body grow hot and his cock twitch inside his trousers. Her soft hands reached his hands and led him to the bed, grinning and lustfully facing him.
“Lay in bed and spread your legs for your prince.” he commanded and so Val did, eagerly. He kissed her foot while her legs spread open for him very carefully, like a viper involving its prey. With the tip of his middle finger, he slowly rubbed her clit, making the girl squirm in the bed. “Look at you… who was about to get fucked by a pink pig with a tiny cock who could barely appreciate that beautiful cunt of yours, having your night saved by me, who wants to make you reach your peak so much it’ll make you cry.”
With two fingers inside of her, Val moaned loudly while he pleased her. Oberyn questioned himself if Melara could ever like to be fucked with his fingers, something he would be very tempted to try. “Then I feel ready to be filled up… m-my prince…” She said, faintly.
“Seems like I arrived at the perfect time.” A blonde man said entering the room. “Or perhaps I am late and missed all the fun.” Oberyn and Val look at the manager, who slowly walks in the direction of the bed and lays in the mattress on Oberyn’s side, kissing Val’s thigh briefly and then coming closer to Oberyn, rubbing noses.
“Nonsense, for the fun has just begun.” Oberyn replied, pulling the boy for a kiss.
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The Seven must have cast a curse upon Oberyn. His head felt like it exploded and was shattered in pieces. The amount of wine he drank the day before was a true record indeed, and now he was paying the price for the consequences of his actions. He woke up alone in the large bed of the brothel. Val and the manager, who he did not bother to ask his name, probably left the bed the moment he fell asleep. Although being covered in blood, his attire was perfectly folded over a chair close to the mattress, waiting for him. There were new fruits, breads, bacon, honey and more wine for him to break his fast. He wanted nothing of that, since he needed to be for a last time with Elia before he would leave with his mother and betrothed.
“Good morning, my prince.” said Val, standing at the door. Now, she wore a simple dress made of pink silk but yet revealing and Oberyn smirked at her.
“Good morning to you, Val.” he replied, covering his eyes from clarity.
He had not given too much thought to lady Melara. All he could remember about her was that she was beautiful. Her skin was soft and creamy, but her hands callused. The prince found it to be odd at first, since she was a highborn lady, coming from a very wealthy family having hard working hands, but he remembered that she served the Faith. While other men would find displeasing the fact that Melara had an abnormal silence and lack of interest for socialisation, somehow he could have some sort of empathy for her. Although always knowing what to reply, she seemed oblivious to the arts of curtsying a man. Beautiful face and body, undeniably, however, something about her turned her presence… tough.
“Does the sunlight burn your eyes, my prince? Perhaps I should ease your morning uneasiness.” she said, walking mischievously towards his bed and sitting at the edge of the mattress.
Oberyn looked at her with a grin on his face and got silent for a few seconds before speaking. “As much as I would be delighted to fuck you once more, I need to go back to the Red Keep. I am going back home to Dorne today.”
Val caressed his chin with a charming smile. “That is a shame, my Prince.”
He stretched and yawned. “I should take you with me to Dorne. Perhaps to teach one or two things for my future bride.” he mocked, smirking at her while she put a berry inside his mouth.
“And how do you know that she doesn’t know about such things? You took your bride’s maidenhood before the marriage, salty prince?” she teased and Oberyn laughed.
“Not yet . But I am afraid she is not very keen on the sensual arts.” he teased back and licked the honey left on her fingers after having a bite of strawberry covered in the sweet liquid.
Every man likes a shy woman, well behaved and extremely feminine, with a secret sexual appetite that would only be discovered by them. Anyhow, Melara was a dreadfully quiet person. Even when she experienced a heated kiss, all she could release was guilt, uneasiness. He expected to discover a secret and more loose part of Melara the moment they were alone, however, her responses were short and objective, not engaged in conversation and no smile rose from her face, atitudes worthy of a Septa.
He was not excited to have her as his wife either, but his mother caught him on a web of duty and his destiny was attached to hers, so he wanted her to feel good around his company, perhaps even grow love for her in his way, at least.
“Such a droll tragedy, my prince.” the girl replied, serving him a cup of wine and giving it to his mouth. “Perhaps you should have a last breath of freedom, then.” Val mounted Oberyn eagerly, lifting her dress and slowly rubbing the wetness between her thighs on Oberyn’s cock, which quickly got hard for the whore. A large smile rose on his face while he prepared to undo his trousers.
“A last breath of freedom shall you give me, then.” he replied, revealing his cock out of his pants.
Swiftly, Oberyn grabbed her by her thin waist and turned her body, throwing Val on the mattress and staying on top of her. Her lips went straight to his neck, where she would leave a big, purple mark. Oberyn groaned and easily took off the rest of her dress, revealing her bare body. He crooked his head on her shoulder and left his own mark there, before slapping the side of her ass and squeezing it strongly. Her hands reached his cock and stroked it, but Oberyn stopped her, blocking her hand to keep doing its moves.
“So eager… let me taste you first.” She laughed and he strongly held her fists biting, licking and sucking her upper body. Slowly, he let go off her arms to spread Val’s legs, hungrily kissing her inner thighs and edging her.
“Please, my prince…” She panted and giggled.
“Please what?” He teased, inserting two fingers inside of her, resulting in a loud moan.
“I need your lips…”
“Where?” He asked, spreading the transparent lubrification on her clit with his thumb while the other two fingers fucked her.
“My cunt, please…” She begged, moaning.
“Ask nicely.” He demanded
“Please, my prince…” She begged once more, loudly screaming.
“Your wish will be granted.” And he proceeded to swallow her clit, taking some tears of joy from the whore. His tongue invaded her slit with full desire, hands squeezing her thighs while desperate sounds let go her lips.
A loud noise came from the door. The door was broken down and the noise of heavy metal garments took care of the room, replacing the singing of Val’s sweet moans. Annoyed, Oberyn stopped sucking her sensitive bound of nerves and looked behind, already putting his hand on his dagger.
Two tall knights stood still behind him, the whore sat on the bed and closed her legs, shrinking her body to cover her nudity to the white cloak men. Another salty dornishmen looked at Oberyn sternly. Oberyn let down his guard once he noticed that one of them was his uncle, Prince Lewyn Martell. The knight had figures very similar to Oberyn’s traits. The other man, however, was not recognised by the younger prince.
“Your mother has been searching for you since last night,” He said sternly.
Oberyn giggled and, noticing that his intimacy was on display to the knights of the Kingsguard after the other man scoffed, Oberyn set his trousers back on.
“My apologies, uncle,” Oberyn said, effortless. “My sister’s wedding was rather dull, and so was my betrothed.”
“You watch your mouth, boy,” the other man said, walking slowly with a plain expression. “This is my niece you are talking about.” The other man in question was Ser Gerold Hightower, his uncle's companion. Also known as White Bull, being tall, grey, and although being quite the old man, was still full active and was a legend on the battlefield, making justice to his title of Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.
“My apologies, Ser…?” Oberyn asked, finishing to dress himself.
“Ser Gerold Hightower.” he replied, trying to hold his annoyance.
“Ah!” He exclaimed, with a wide smile. “How could I ever forget? I believe your nephew, my future father by marriage, introduced me to you at my sister’s wedding. That makes it a family reunion!” he laughed, making fun of the situation. The prince served himself a glass of wine and kept looking at the knights. “Do you want some wine?” He asked. “This is Dornish Red, much better than that piss you drink in the Red Keep.”
Lewyn and Gerold remained serious, both outraged with Oberyn’s lack of care he was giving to his reputation and to his bride to be’s honour. “The Queen requests for you to return home, Prince Oberyn.” Gerold said, ignoring his last statements.
“And if I say I have no desire to leave now? As you saw, I was in the middle of a very important deal with my dear Val.”
The girl was quiet the whole time, scared something would happen to her. “Your Queen commands you to return.” Lewyn replied, still serious.
“Then you should have said it before,” He said, his cup over the small table after finishing his drink. “I could never deny my Queen’s commands. I am so sorry, sweetling.” Oberyn turned his gaze at Val, who didn’t dare to open her mouth in the company of the knights. He left some gold dragons over the table. “I hope it pays for everything.” The dornish prince put his dagger on his bayonet and left besides Lewyn and Gerold.
Leaving the brothel, Oberyn was escorted by the two guards and the trio left the place in silence. No one would dare to speak to the Kingsguard or the prince. Oberyn was preparing himself to listen to berating and complaining about his ‘out of line’ behaviour at court. It didn’t matter for him if in the end he could get to spend one last moment with Elia, longing to touch her, embrace her and look into her eyes. His mind recollected Lady Hightower. He broke her honour and as much as he could not care less about it, the little lady had no fault in anything that was happening. Nevertheless, she was nothing like Elia. Elia was cunning, endearing, delightful. Oberyn was deeply attached to his sister, he could not bear the idea of staying away from her and that made his heart ache. Now that the wine was gone, his mind tortured him, making him contemplate that Elia belonged to Rhaegar, she would smile to him and she could be carrying his child, a bright babe-dragon.
“Stop.” Oberyn ordered once they made their way to the Street of Steel. He saw a jewellery merchant at a small place, yet beautiful, worthy of royalty. “I want to take a gift for Lady Melara.” The prince looked at Gerold and beamed. The knights agreed to it and Oberyn moved forward to see the gems. There were rubies, emeralds, sapphires, amethysts and many other precious stones. The blacksmith looked at Oberyn suspiciously, due to his clothes covered in blood and accompanied by two white cloaks.
“How can I help you?” The man asked.
“I want to buy some gifts for my lady bride.” Oberyn said and the smith examined the prince from head to toes, noticing the remarkable blue and bruises the whore left on his neck.
“Are you sure you can afford it?” The man replied and Oberyn tried to pull his dagger to intimidate the man, but Lewyn prevented his nephew quickly.
“This is a prince of Dorne and you shall address him with respect.” The knight said and the jewel maker quickly stopped his job and bowed to the prince.
“My apologies, Your Highness. I had no idea I…”
Oberyn cut his words. “I don’t care.” He rolled his eyes and the man eagerly started to put on display some of his works.
“I have many pieces ready to be selled, my Prince. These are forged in Valyrian steel with rubies carved in it.” He showed the rare set to the prince, who was instantly in awe with the necklace and earrings.
“That is rare.” Oberyn replied, lingering his eyes with scrutiny at the set.
“Indeed, my prince. It was very hard to find the steel to do it.” He replied, with sympathy.
“He makes the jewellery of the Royal Family.” Once Gerold spoke that sentence, his eyes lit up and an idea came to his mind.
“How long does it take for you to make those pieces?” The Prince asked.
“For you, it can be done within a day.” The smith replies.
“I will take the set made of Valyrian steel for my betrothed, but I also want a set of jewellery for my sister, Princess Elia. She loves diamonds and gold and I want you to make a necklace for her with the largest diamonds you have to be carved in the brightest gold. When you deliver it, tell her it was a gift from her beloved brother. Is that understood?” He said, placing a small bag of gold on the counter that separated the blacksmith from Oberyn, Lewyn and Gerold.
The man accepted the payment and smiled, putting the present involved in a cloth and lace. “Once more, my apologies…”
“No need for apologies.” Oberyn cut the man’s words once more and left with the Kingsguard back to the castle.
The three men arrived in the Red Keep and were led to the Queen’s garden, where his family, the Queen, Prince Rhaegar and the Hightowers were waiting for him. King Aerys was nowhere to be seen. Melara looked apprehensive, anxious. Her eyes narrowed and she appeared to be flabbergasted once she saw Oberyn covered in blood. The Hightowers and Queen Rhaella seemed to be extremely worried about his whereabouts and Ysilla was fuming with his absence. Elia was the only one who was truly calm, for she was the only one who trusted her brother’s instinct of adventure.
“Thank Gods!” Queen Rhaella said, relieved.
“Brother!” Elia ran into his arms and embraced him, calmly and more discreet than she is used to. A very quick hug as well. “Where have you been? Why are you covered in blood?”
“I was having fun, sister.” Oberyn replied and kissed his sister’s forehead. “My Queen.” And bowed at Rhaella, as a sign of respect for His Grace. “I insist on apologising for my sudden departure from the feast.”
“No need to apologise. We were worried about your absence, Prince Oberyn. But the Gods are good and you are safe and well… I hope.” She replied, noticing the blood all over his robe. “It is only a shame you lost our eventful morning here. You would be delighted to spend the morning with us.”
He darted his eyes on the sad Queen and smiled. “I am sure I would be amused to be in my family’s company.” Ysilla approached him and cupped his face, disguising her rage in front of the others with a polite smile and a false sensation of relief, but Oberyn knew too well that his mother wanted to cut him to pieces for doing what he did.
“You almost killed me with worry!” She exclaimed, noticing the marks on his neck and trying to cover it. Gently, Oberyn took her hands off his neck and kissed her hands.
“I am fine, mother. No reason for all of this fuss.” The prince tried to argue, but he saw how exasperated his mother’s gaze was.
“As much as we would like to celebrate your return, I believe the prince should rest. He must be tired.” A sweet, low voice spoke. Lady Melara was quiet, watching the whole scene until she chose to defend him, an attitude that made Oberyn get surprised with her in a positive way.
“Wise words, sister .” Elia replied with a smile on her face. He could see now with clarity her features. Her face was nearly ethereal. Pink, small lips, blue sharped eyes and a perfect nose. Her hair was all hidden in a lilac veil and her dress left a lot to imagination. With long sleeves and no cleavage, all he could see clearly was her face and a small necklace with sapphires carved in it. But her facial expression was indecipherable.
“I can assure you all I am in no need to rest. Where I was, I had plenty of time to rest.” Oberyn smirked and Ysilla pouted her lips cautiously. Melara narrowed her eyes and the air tensed, but the dornish prince was unbothered with his words.
“That is true, daughter. I imagine how thrilled you must be to leave with your future husband, but I believe that now we should give the Martells some space, perhaps.” Leyton said, trying to ease the tension.
“Lord Leyton speaks truthfully. I must insist that you extend your stay in King’s Landing for a day, Princess Ysilla. You too, Lord and Lady Hightower, I would be most glad to have you a day longer.” Rhaella said, gently squeezing her friend’s hands with a soft smile. Ysilla was hesitant, but accepted the invitation the Queen made.
“I thank you for your hospitality, Your Grace.” Oberyn replied, bowing once more and faced his betrothed.
“We also thank you for giving us a last opportunity to say our goodbyes to our girl, Your Grace.” Lady Rhea replied, curling her lips on a smile and lady Melara just nodded her head. Something about her made Oberyn not like lady Rhea too much. He felt that Melara was uncomfortable around her family and he ruminated if that was a reason for her to be so closed. He wanted to give her the gift he bought for her but that moment just felt inappropriate.
“No need to thank, my lords,” Queen Rhaella said in curtsy. “Now that everything is in order, I need to excuse myself, farewell, my lords, my ladies,” She said with a gentle smile, leaving as the Septas had arrived to escort her. Oberyn found queer the fact she would be always escorted by them and noticed the eminent melancholy in her eyes. Everyone bowed at her before she would leave and Rhaegar, Elia, the Hightowers and his mother remained at that garden. Rhaegar watched everything as quiet as Melara, he seemed to be an observer, just as his bride-to-be was.
“Prince Oberyn.” Rhaegar finally said.
“Prince Rhaegar.” He replied.
“I am glad you are back to the Red Keep safely. Thanks to our Kingsguard,” That triggered something inside of Oberyn, noticing some petulancy in Rhaegar’s voice tone.
“I am afraid I can survive quite well without a Kingsguard, my Prince.” Oberyn replied.
“Of course you can,” He replied, making it obvious. “But for now, I believe I must entertain my beloved wife.” Rhaegar emphasised the fact Elia was his now, marking his territory.
“Take good care of my sister.” He said, cautiously caressing his dagger while looking at the silver prince. Elia approached him once more and hugged him, not caring about his smell or dirty clothes.
“I wish we could spend more time together.” Elia said, giving a reassuring look to her sibling. “I wish it too. But now you must go with your husband and enjoy your time. Perhaps keep trying for your heir” He whispered the last part and the two Martells laughed together. “Go, sister.” He pleaded with a strange anxiety and sadness of watching her leave with her husband after paying her farewells to the rest of the people in that garden. Oberyn could only stick with what was left for him now.
Oberyn walked towards his betrothed and bowed in front of her. “My lady,” And he kissed her hands gently. Any woman in her instead would be melting to the warmth of his lips brushing against the skin of her hands, she endured calm and expressionless.
“My prince.” Melara replied, plainly.
“You and your family deserve my apologies.” He started. “I dishonoured you, I am aware of it. But I want to make amends, so allow me to have a moment with you, just you and I having supper tonight. I have a surprise for you.”
He thought Melara would express any happy face. Instead, he received a worried expression and a clumsy lip biting. “Of course, my prince. I shall have supper with you. Your well being makes me happy.” She replied, apathetically. Her lack of emotions was a huge bothersome to Oberyn.
Oberyn smiled and caressed her face gently and soon after faced Leyton and Rhea. “My lord, my lady, I truly hope you apologise for my behaviour.”
“We trust your honour, Your Highness. A wedding was promised, and a wedding we shall receive.” Leyton said, solemnly. Oberyn’s lips pouted.
“I never break an oath, Lord Leyton. Especially when it comes to wed a lady who is to be my princess and not run away from it.” The prince would not let them get away with it, not even when it was Oberyn who put the ideas of running away on Lady Lynesse’s mind. Ysilla narrowed her eyes from afar.
Leyton and Rhea approached Oberyn. “We were concerned with you, Prince Oberyn. But we trusted your bravery and we are in full joy that you are safe.” Rhea replied. “Melara will be more than happy to have supper with you.” Leyton looked at his daughter, who only agreed in silence and lowered her head. Her passivity was extremely uncomfortable, Oberyn could see clearly that lady Melara was displeased with all the situation.
“You are right, lady Rhea,” Ysilla said. “Oberyn is a fierce man, but he is willing to be devoted to your lady daughter. I know my son more than well.” She defended him. Ysilla could have all the struggle to tame Oberyn, but he knew that no one would dare to try insulting him or her house, by extent. That was one of the traits Oberyn loved the most about his mother: she was the bravest and smartest of the women. Growing up, watching her and Father ruling was his favourite moment, his most endearing memories of childhood.
“It is a shame we barely had time to spend time here. Everything happened so quickly!” Rhea exclaimed, gracefully joining her hands and smiling. Suddenly, the subject changed and the two women started talking joyfully. He glanced at Melara, quietly heard everything the two older women had to say, paid his goodbyes and left for his chambers. Ysilla looked at her son discreetly and winked at him, with a smirk before they could leave.
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Oberyn took a long bath after the maids prepared it for him. His clothes were properly changed, now wearing an ivory and grey attire with golden suns embroidered. He wanted to see Elia, to spend time with her before supper with Melara, but she was with Rhaegar and he needed to give his sister space to bond with her husband. In nearly a month he would be married. He would be lying if he did not say he would be scared. However, fear was like wildfire consuming and exploding all the right triggers inside of him to discover new things and face whatever was destined to his future. His mind was convinced that Melara was a wolf in a lamb skin, hiding her game under the cloak of her innocence, enticing and teasing his mind with the thoughts of undressing her, bedding her, taking her maidenhood - if existent. His head denied the idea of someone so absent of feelings of pleasure at a breaking point of taking a vow of poverty, especially being this someone as rich as their overlords, who grew up covered in gold, expensive dresses and the most sophisticated of food.
Someone knocked on his door. “Prince Oberyn.” It was her. Oberyn decided he would not let his sadness consume him, he would leave it for the days Elia would no longer be around in Dorne, because once he turned sad, he grew angry and Melara deserved no rage from him so far. He opened the door and saw her, fidgeting her fingers and looking intensely into his eyes after slightly curving her upper body in curtsy. Oberyn found her to be celestially beautiful in that dress. Its fabric consisted mostly of a yellow velvet with no volume on its skirt, a golden vest with an orange pattern made of silk, so tight her breasts were almost on display, extending to the long and loose sleeves also made of it and a golden belt on her waist. Oberyn’s lips examined her body and smiled in awe. Lady Lynesse could be far more interesting than her lady sister, but in terms of beauty, Oberyn found Melara to be ethereal, there was no denial in it. When he looked at Elia, he looked at the beauty he saw in himself, he saw her as his equal, his true love. Melara was new, mysterious and although tough, it was a challenge he gladly accepted.
The prince caressed her thick, golden curls and passed his fingertips over the soft skin of her jawline. “Lady Melara. I must say you look beautiful in this colour.”
“Thank you, my prince.” Oberyn noticed she carried a book in her hands and he looked intrigued at it.
“Please, come inside.” He invited, and Melara got into his room, carefully carrying the book whilst walking alongside him. “I see you carry a book with you.”
Melara stopped in front of him and showed the book cover. It was old, but well cared. “It is a gift,” She started, quietly. “The history of your ancestor, Princess Nymeria. It comes from the Citadel and it is a relic, I want you to have it.”
Oberyn looked stunned at the book he held. The book was very antique, yellowed pages due to the time it was published and certainly something rare, since it was probably hidden in the Citadel. A true treasure.
“I have no words to thank you, Lady Melara. I must admit that my present compared to yours seems to be dull, simple and unworthy.” He replied, getting the small velvet bag, showing her the set of jewellery.
“Valyrian steel.” She said, caressing the necklace slowly. “Thank you, my prince.”
“I see you have a good eye for it.” He said, with a small grin. “Turn around,” He commanded gently and so she did, allowing him to come closer and lean his breath close to her neck, which made her skin go goose. He involved her throat in the icy metal, bringing another element to her beauty. A piece of him encrusted on her. Oberyn also put the earrings on her ears, even if it went invisible in the immensity of her golden cascades of hair.
“I will cherish this gift for life, Prince Oberyn.” She replied, turning around and facing him once more. The prince caressed her chin and slightly caressed the skin of her collarbones, making her eyes close for a while. That filled his heart with the possibility of tasting her maidenhood a bit earlier than expected.
“And I will cherish mine. It will be in our private chambers and I will expect to read it as soon as possible with you. Is that acceptable?” Melara nodded her head and turned her gaze to the table in silence.
Oberyn walked towards the table and served two cups of wine, delivering one for her and one for him. “Drink with me.” Melara nodded and took the cup to drink the liquid slowly. A silence reigned between them, but Oberyn already realised he would have to make the effort to make her speak.
“Do you drink wine regularly?” He asked and Melara shook her head.
“My father only allows me and my sisters to drink one cup in festivities. My step mother says it is unladylike to drink too much wine.” She replied, walking with him to the table.
“You belong to me now, you can have as much wine as you desire.” He replied, expecting at least a smile. Nothing happened, she just nodded and accepted while the maids served their dinner. Oberyn felt a grieving energy surrounding her, perhaps for the life she lost and the new prospects she received. He questioned himself if the youngest Hightower actually wanted to stay serving as a Septa, since she seemed so sad around him. Silence reigned around them once more and it was discomforting, suffocating for Oberyn.
“Do I displease you?” He asked, bluntly. Her eyes lit up to face him and confusion was placed on her face while she looked for the right words.
“You do not.” She replied, after swallowing a piece of her food.
“I told you once, and I will repeat myself. Do not lie to me.” He replied, sternly. Oberyn expected her to at least be scared of him, but she did not hide her face and kept staring at him.
“I speak the truth.” Melara replied.
“Then why do you do so little to show interest in this marriage?”
Melara lowered her head and had no response. “Tell me the truth, my lady. Do you even wish to be here? Do you have a lover you had to leave behind once you were to wed me?”
“Just as you said to me, we are tied to each other, my prince. I understand how… displeasing I can be with my odd behaviour, but I wish to be submissive and try my best to be a fit lady for your household.” Oberyn furrowed his brows, curious about the ‘submissive’ deal.
“So you agree on the supposed role a woman has in a household?” He asked and she agreed in silence. “Use your words.” He demanded.
“Yes.” He wanted to push her to the edge. It was impossible for him for someone to be so shaped to serve and conform with anything.
“So if I take a paramour, will you accept it?”
She lowered her head and accepted. “Yes.”
“You know I have two daughters, I imagine. I hope you raise them alongside me and our children.” No reaction came from her face, except for a nodding while both ate their foods.
“If this is what you wish, then I shall raise them. But not amongst our trueborn.” His eyebrows raised.
“Do you see any difference between trueborns and bastards?” Oberyn asked, looking for a way to access any other emotion on Melara.
“You see no difference in them?” She asked back, exposing the obvious truth in her statement.
“Bastards are born from passion, trueborn from duty.”
“Duty is what keeps us in line.” Oberyn noticed how eloquent she was with her words.
“You have a fair point, my lady.” And with a small line, Melara let Oberyn with no words to reply back. He had to admit it was impressive for a lady said to be a socially abnormal woman. They ate in silence until their meal and dessert was finished. Oberyn noticed how her chest was swollen in that dress and he stared at them for two or three times, imagining how they would look like with nothing to cover them. Her short responses made her even more attractive, mysterious. He couldn’t take it anymore.
His hand reached hers over the table.“You have no idea of how much I have been yearning to touch you since you arrived in my bedchambers.” Melara blushed and tried to take her hand off his, but he held faster. “You look so beautiful in this dress,” He stood up and gently took her by the hand, making her stand up as well.
“Thank you, my prince.” She said, lowering her eyes, but he quickly raised it by her chin.
“Look at me,” Oberyn demanded, looking deeply at her in a dangerous distance. His grip went straight to her waist, bringing her closer and she nervously faced him. “You smell like fresh roses.” He coos, she sighed heavily. “Do you wish to kiss me again?” He teased the lady. He finally was taking her to the edge.
Their noses rubbed against each other. Silently, their lips brushed and a kiss began. Her hands involved his neck and his arms were around her waist, squeezing her delicately. Once the kiss was broken apart, he smirked once more, facing her anxious expression.
“You taste so sweetly.” Oberyn kissed her cheek, gently. She closed her eyes, feeling the sensation of his body so close to hers. His hands reached her breasts over the thick fabric of the velvet and he could hear the sigh she released once he touched her more intimately.
“Do you feel aroused, my future princess?” He asked, trying to tease her. Her eyes were burning desire, no matter how hard she tried to hide. “Use your words. Just say yes or no.”
“Y-yes.” Melara muttered, which made his smile grow largely playful.
He sat back on the chair. “Sit here.” Oberyn commanded, tapping his lap for her to sit. Melara swallowed her own spit. “Don’t fret, I just want to ease your tension.” The salty prince pulled her to his lap, making her arse rub against his groin. “I am not a religious man, but I know for a fact that the Gods have a blind spot for a girl’s maidenhood.”
Naively, Melara looked at him. “What is it?” Over her dress, Oberyn’s hand reached between her thighs, which made her moan softly. That sweet sound went straight to his cock, already hard inside his trousers.
“Open your legs for me.” He asked, whispering in her ear. She obeyed and the prince lifted her dress, touching her intimacy over the thin fabric of her underwear. Her ashamed moans whilst he made circular moves over her clit were driving him crazy. “Has anyone touched you this way, my lady?”
Melara shook her head. “N-never.” Oberyn kissed her neck and with his free hand, he put his cock out of his pants, displaying how hard it was. The Hightower seemed anxious and aroused, so Oberyn led her hand to touch it, guiding her on what she should do. His own hand kept moving on her clit over her under trousers, making her body squirm on his lap and low groans leave her mouth, while she kept touching him.
“You are so wet, my lady. I can feel it over the cloth.” His words made her blush even more and Melara tried to close her legs, but Oberyn opened it again. “I didn’t say it was a bad thing, my lady.” He quickly said. “Tell me how it feels, my lady.”
“I feel it t-tingling.” She replied, bouncing her hips to feel more of his moves.
“Is it a good feeling?”
“Y-yes.” Melara was ashamed, but the arousal was bigger than any other sensation at the moment.
“Good.” He replied, also groaning while her hands massaged his cock.
Oberyn grabbed her by the waist and flipped her body so she could face him, making her sit with her cunt press against his thigh. A loud moan came from her lips, but she covered it immediately. “Do not hide those moans from me.” He ordered, controlling the moves she was doing on her thigh, riding him eagerly.
Her hand stroking his cock increased its pace, making Oberyn pant while she looked in his eyes. Her breathing got irregular and he felt her legs quivering. “W-what I… what is happening?” she asked, confused and Oberyn laughed with her innocence.
“We are close.” He replied simply, panting. Melara’s face turned confused.
She could not understand why she couldn’t breathe properly and the pleasure increased in a ridiculous amount. That made her whole body shake and her upper body arch back, making her release a scream out of her final pleasure, provoking Oberyn to release his seed on her hand. She was shaking and numb on his lap, leaning her head on his shoulder and Oberyn breathed heavily, smiling and patting her back.
“We climaxed, my lady.” He murmured and her face was burning red, unease and angst came back to her face once more. Melara saw the white liquid all over her face and took her hands off his cock and stood up, fixing her dress quickly. She could not bear looking into his eyes with embarrassment.
Oberyn stood up and looked at her, cupping her face. "You did nothing wrong, my lady. The Gods are merciful and as you heard from their septons and faith, marriage is supposed to bring happiness to each of the partners."
“But we are not married yet.” Melara replied, trying to step away from him.
“But we will.” Oberyn replied, brushing her hair.
“This is why the Gods will punish me! I should not enjoy this kind of thing you did to me!” Melara looked exasperated and Oberyn took a deep breath, fixing his trousers and standing up, handing her a handkerchief to clean her hands.
"Why would the Gods create a body that can feel pleasure and not meant to enjoy it?" Oberyn tried to argue with his bride-to-be, watching her cleaning her hand.
“This is wrong, this is wrong…” Melara walked impatiently from one side to the other. Oberyn felt bad to put her over this turmoil and tried to approach her.
“Look at me.” He said, making her stop walking. “You are still a maiden, remember? What we did was to ease your tension my lady. You will not be punished, do you understand?” Oberyn cupped her face once more and looked into her eyes. Melara nodded her head and shed some tears and strangely, Oberyn felt some sort of proud for taking any other reaction from her besides apathy.
“Good.” He replied, smiling. His hands gently caressed her hips. “A secret that not even the Gods will know.”
“Not even the Gods will know.” She replied, muttering at Oberyn.
Oberyn kissed her lips once more and embraced his betrothed, while she silently cried with guilt. Her mask fell, but no wolf howled at his face, a true lamb she was. Her reaction was odd and a bit annoying, but he did not want her to feel more guilty for something he provoked on her. Still, it felt like it was a small victory with Melara. The wedding prospect was showing to be much more challenging than it seemed to be, but a light on his head made him feel eager to take all her innocence during this marriage.
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George RR Martin is truly one of the best writers ever, an inspiration to authors everywhere. He is a master of character voice and writing multiple POVs. The ASOIAF book series helps me with my own writing. I'm praying I'll someday finish my Royal Road exclusive web novel, 33. Still have to finish its rewrite.
Anyway, George writes child characters so well. It's really noticable with Bran. How he sees Jaime and Cersei having sex, and he thinks they're wrestling. How he thinks of Jon as an old hand at justice, when he's a fourteen-year-old boy. LMAO. The subtle humor in these books is amazing. It makes me love them even more.
George is a great writer and also a genius. How many of you remember being young children and seeing older kids as people who were much older and wiser than you? Even though they were only a couple years older? George manages to demonstrate that feeling in his young characters, something too many authors fail to do while writing from a child's POV.
Here's Arya, referring to Jon's wisdom:
Anyone who hates multiple POV books need to read the A Song of Ice and Fire series. It will make you love multiple point of views in literature. I've been a fan of multiple POV fiction for as long as I can remember, but the ASOIAF series makes me appreciate it much more.
George RR Martin has ruined those multiple POV young adult fiction I used to love so much, the Lorien Legacies books being one of those series.
Honestly, if you're a writer who needs help writing multiple POV fiction or writing distinct character voice, look to George's writing for help. It has definitely helped me with my web novel, 33.
The ASOIAF books are amazing. Without a doubt, they are my number one favorite book series. They are loads better than any series I've read so far. George has a good thing here. He needs to release The Winds of Winter, then someday get A Dream of Spring out there, and finish this series. Something as amazing as this needs a beginning, middle, and end.
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Some very belated thoughts regarding Final Fantasy XVI (and Game of Thrones)
If you've ever had a conversation with me about A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones, you would know that my exhaustion regarding it is endless. I read the first three books circa 2003, when I was in highschool.
There was the slow release of the books. There were the absolutely depressing things that happened to the characters. There was the show, which I initially viewed with enthusiasm but then I couldn't stand the mention of for reasons I couldn't articulate. I fell behind on the show, and then it caught up with the manga, and then the show was about to end, and I thought, well. If I ever want any closure on this story I had better finish watching the show, because god only knows whether or not GRRM is ever going to finish the books. So I watched every season so far in preparation for the last one, some 15 years, two college degrees, a marriage , a child, and several jobs later than when I first started this journey.
And we all know how that ended. D&D apparently had information regarding how GRRM is planning on ending the story, but I'm pretty sure they misunderstood the themes badly enough that GRRM, if he ever gets there, is going to take a very different route to those conclusions.
Meanwhile, Jon Snow is still at least mostly dead in the books.
I will never know peace regarding Westeros. It's fine. (It isn't).
Other than being left hanging, a major reason A Song of Ice and Fire absolutely exhausts me is the misery train. I remember seeing a gifset, early in the show days, with images of the Stark Family with the words "we are never ever ever getting back together." Nothing good ever happens here. No one is getting back together.
And this is where FFXVI departs from Game of Thrones. You'll get your childhood friend slash adopted sister back. You'll get your brother you thought you killed back. You'll get your dog back. You'll get your beloved chocobo back. (Reuniting with Ambrosia made me maybe the most emotional that anything in the game did, I so did not expect it.) You might die at the end (maybe, it's up to interpretation) but there will be some relief from your loss and misery.
Allegedly, early in development for FFXVI, Yoshida made the whole team watch the first four seasons of Game of Thrones. There's a kinship here, and it's intentional. As much as part of me groans at this, there's a precedent for this in Final Fantasy. Yoshida has long been an admirer of Matsuno, and Matsuno directed Final Fantasy Tactics, a game that was not influenced by Game of Thrones (I don't think it was translated into Japanese at the time), but that was influenced by The War of the Roses, especially as told by Shakespeare, something A Song of Ice and Fire was ALSO influenced by. Yoshi-P should have made the whole team watch Henry IV part 1, 2, and 3
Anyway! FFXVI has a kinship with GoT, especially early in the game. There are a lot of warring factions. There's a lot of moral dubiousness. There's sex and violence and swears. But somewhere in the middle it breaks down and becomes so extremely Final Fantasy. Perhaps (as someone who really loves Final Fantasy) TOO Final Fantasy.
Early in the game, you have human enemies. The ironblood, the empire, Benedikta and Kupka.
But pretty soon, you find out that there's something Beyond, gunning for you (Clive) specifically. Arranging his life in a certain way so that he will acquire certain powers.
Something Final Fantasy does Very often is a villain switcheroo. Either a henchman of the villain overthrows who you thought was the main villain and becomes the main villain, or some Dark Force was influencing the main villain this whole time. This is done sometimes well and sometimes poorly.
So, Ultima, he's some kind of ancient alien. He claims he's a god and probably isn't, exactly. He's going to suck up all the lifeblood of the planet and cast the spell that ends the world. He takes up all the light and air from any part of the plot that does not involve him.
He is playing Final Fantasy villain greatest hits, is what I'm saying. But he sucks. He sucks so bad. He is near the bottom in my ranking of Final Fantasy villains. If I had to choose villain rep from this game for a future Dissidia game, I would choose Barnabas Tharmr over him.
(I feel the Final Fantasies that don't have strong villains are that way because the real villain is organized religion, or time, or despair, or something like that, but that's another essay)
This kind of singular, definitely evil, otherworldly antagonist is the opposite of what makes the morally gray, messy, many factions storytelling of Game of Thrones work. So in the end all of the GoT stuff is set dressing. It means very little.
Part of me wants to see an FFXVI that didn't pull its punches, in which Joshua really died in the prologue, in which none of the dominants or their nations are really right or good. Where it's about power. Where we maybe focus on the messy liberation of the bearers.
But that story maybe ends more like A Song of Ice and Fire might end (if it ever ends), where most of our characters are dead, where the people left just barely survived because they banded together against the oncoming night or blight rather than fight each other over scraps.
And that story is... Exhausting.
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Mother's Day Master List
Avatar: The Last Airbender & Legend of Korra
Gather Up Every Wayward Lock - The girls do their hair (Katara, Azula, Toph)
Ten-Thousand Words (Which Won't See the Light of Day) - There are things they can't say. There are things they wont say. There are actions which speak louder than words. A series of short stories about the ladies of Legend of Korra. (Katara, Asami, Ikki, Pema, Lin, Senna, Zhu Li, Ginger)
Chips and Blocks - Lin called Toph 'Chif' for years before some well-meaning busybody taught her to say 'Mom' instead. Toph isn't sure what kind of mom she is, but she knows which kind she doesn't want to be. (Toph, Lin)
Sweep, Stir, Slow - When your daughter is the Avatar, motherhood is an exercise in letting go. (Senna/Tonraq, Korra)
Batman Comics
Mother of Pearl - Damian knew nothing about his grandmother aside from the manner of her death. It was time to change that. (Damian Wayne, Martha Wayne)
The Boys
Maybe It's Maybelline - Maybe she's born with it, or maybe it's Compound V. What kind of parent lets someone inject their kid with an experimental superpower serum? (Donna January)
Earth's Children
Only a Motion Away - But the mother and child reunion/Is only a motion away (Durc, Nezzie)
Ms. Marvel (Comics)
After Curfew - Disha Khan lay awake and wondered what she had done that Allah would give her such a daughter. (Disha Khan)
She-Ra and the Princesses of Power
Shadow Over Mystacor - After Shadow Weaver's attack on Mystacor, Adora just wants to relax, but that's hard to do when it's all your fault. (Adora, Glimmer, Bow)
A Song of Ice & Fire
Strange Children In Our Bed - It had been seven long months since Catelyn's husband had been home and in her bed. Theon Greyjoy was the only thing spoiling their reunion. (Catelyn Stark/Ned Stark)
Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse
One Last Leap - Telling his parents he's Spider-Man is a leap of faith Miles can't bring himself to take. (Miles Morales, Rio Morales, Jeff Davis, May Parker)
Star Wars
May the Force Get With You - The night her son is conceived Shmi has the best sex dream of her life. Something with a krayt dragon or a bantha or maybe just a ray of light. Too bad that's not what happens. Turns out, the Force is a lousy lay and a worse father. (Shmi/The Force)
Pain Management - Anger can get a slave killed. Shmi teaches her son some coping strategies. (Shmi, Anakin)
The Force Is In The Details - Continuation of The Force is in the Details. Slavery is as much a state of mind as it is a bomb under her skin. The chance cube lands on red and Shmi struggles with being free. (Shmi, Anakin, Padmé, Qui-Gon)
The Anchor That You Can't Leave Behind - On the queen's yacht headed back to Naboo, Anakin and Padmé miss their mothers but Obi-Wan doesn't get why. (Anakin, Padmé, Obi-Wan)
Domestic Life Was Never Quite My Style - Despite her best efforts, Padmé is pregnant. Now she has a difficult decision to make. (Padme/Anakin)
Second Wind - Ahsoka takes the wrong exit from the world between worlds and ends up with a second chance to save her master. (Ahsoka, Shmi)
Red Fish, Blue Fish - Leia bought an aquarium for her child like her father before her. In a perfect world she could raise Ben to fill his grandfather's legacy. Too bad he had more than one. (Leia Organa, Ben Solo)
The Last Truce We Ever Came To - Darth Vader is dead but he won't leave Leia alone. (Leia Organa, Anakin Skywalker, Ben Solo)
White Collar
Eyes on the Target (The Solid Ground Remix) - Peter asked her to keep an eye on Neal for him while he's stuck in jail. It could be going better. (Diana Berrigan, Neal Caffery, Peter Burke)
#my fic#mother's day#avatar: the last airbender#star wars#batman comics#the boys#she ra and the princesses of power#spider-man#white collar#ms. marvel#a song of ice and fire#earth's children
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I was tagged by @ragnarlothcat @palfriendpatine66 and @thegrimshapeofyoursmile ❤
1.) How many works do you have on ao3?
108! I went over the 100 works mark during kinktober, but I was in such a fuge at that point that I didn't even realize. Woops! Anyways, that is over the course of twelve years, with some blank spots from 2019 to 2022.
2.) What's your ao3 word count?
1,308,673. That's.... that's a lot of words lol.
3.) What fandoms do you write for?
Currently Star Wars, but I used to write for Mass Effect and A Song of Ice and Fire. I also wrote Resident Evil and FFVII but we won't talk about that.
4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?
Downtown Eastside - By far my most popular fic of any fandom I've written for on AO3. Still can't believe how much traction this fic got, but endlessly pleased and grateful for it.
Cactus Flowers - An A Song of Ice and Fire Cowboy AU haha. I don't even remember writing this, but it still seems to engage readers now and again!
Three Aspects to Loras Tyrell - Another ASOIAF fic. It was just pure smut lol
Soldier's Heart - Another Mass Effect fanfic, exploring my Shepard's struggles upon his survival at the end of ME3. It was a series of therapy sessions between my Shepard and an OC I had created specifically for the story. Lots of themes explored like survivor's guilt and combat PTSD. Still really proud of this one.
Gold in the Air of Summer - And again, an ASOIAF fic from way back in the day. Modern AU, exploring Renly and Loras' relationship during university.
5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I do! Or, I try to! I think some get lost in the shuffle because I typically wait a few weeks before I respond. I like to collect a tidy sum and then go through and reply all afternoon 😊
6.) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Probably one of the FFVII fics we won't be discussing, but I wrote it in response to losing my Canadian grandparents. They passed away one after the other over the course of a few weeks, so I started writing fanfic as a way to cope with the loss and sort through my feelings. But the ending has a major character death so. Not the happiest.
But also, Sacred to the Gods, which was my first Star Wars fanfic I wrote. Has a canon ending with Obi-Wan debating if it'd have been better for him to have killed Anakin and then himself before any of the agony could have happened. Big yikes lol
7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
A lot of them! Right now I'm thinking about the ending to my obikin fic Ain't No Mountain! Can't get much happier than an obikin proposal~
8.) Do you get hate on fics?
Back when I posted on FFnet I did, but that was back in 2007-2011 when the fandom culture had a lot less unspoken rules and niceties. Whenever people say they wish fandom could be like it was in the ~old days, I'm like 'were you guys not on any major website?' Because the hate could get pretty extreme then, too.
9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?
Yeah, a lot of it 😂 I write whatever sort of smut floats my boat, but I think I'm best known for writing emotional and plot-heavy smut? Like, I want the sex to say something, even if it's just a quick one-shot. Whether it's a character introspection, or looks into the dynamic between the two, or says something about the society they're in or the circumstances surrounding them.
I also like to get a little poetic even if it's just about Obi-Wan licking Anakin's asshole~
10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
I guess my current fic Of Good Men and Monsters is kiiiiind of a crossover, in that it's set in a Buffy-type universe, with Watchers and Slayers, etc. But it's not a proper crossover as there are no Buffy characters present, nor references to the universe beyond borrowing a few concepts.
11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Yep! But again, back in FFnet days.
12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?
A few, yes! Some of my A Song of Ice and Fire fics were translated into Chinese 🥰
13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
I have not! But I soon will be... 👀
14.) What's your all time favorite ship?
Spuffy, but that doesn't count because I haven't written for it. I am tempted to say obikin only because I am currently obsessed with it, but the other ships I've written for will always hold a special place in my heart.
15.) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will?
Deine Toten Werden Leben. Another ASOIAF AU. But I don't doubt I'll never finish it - I know I never will. Sorry for those who liked it, but it is the one and only fic thus far I have abandoned.
16.) What are your writing strengths?
Evoking strong imagery, I think? Like, dragging the reader into the setting through descriptions of scents, sounds, textures, lighting, etc. I try and keep it to a minimum, though, as I don't want to bog the reader down.
I also think I'm pretty good at writing emotional scenes between characters
17.) What are your writing weaknesses?
Action scenes, for sure. Also, regarding what I am good at, I can also get bogged down in the details at times. Like we don't need multiple descriptions of how Obi-Wan's tummy doesn't feel good because he's anxious. One mention is good enough lol
18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
My German grammar is not good enough lol
19.) First fandom you wrote for?
FFVII. I was a big Cloud/Zack fan back in 2006~
20.) Favorite fic you've ever written?
Persimmons and Sandalwood. An obikin fic that just came together without a lot of angst or editing afterwards. I'm still pleased with it and don't mind re-reading it. Close second and third is Moonlight Serenade and Soldier's Heart
I tag whoever hasn't been tagged yet! ❤❤❤
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2017 interview with Rhys in Shortlist Magazine (source) Transcription under the cut
Comic and trained killer, Flight of the Conchords' Rhys Darby? Present!
Hi Rhys. What you doing?
I'm on top of a palm tree on an island in the South Pacific, trying to get signal. Technology, eh? I'm in Fiji filming the second season of Wrecked - like a comedy version of Lost. I play the character Steve.
Is he from New Zealand?
Of course.
You've finished shooting the new Jumanji with Dwayne Johnson. What's he like?
A very big, busy man. He'd make these little phone videos with me for his Australian friend. I never saw what happened to them. He'd get up at 4am for some big physical regime.
Did you do a workout with him?
I didn't hear any of that. Sorry, I'm now walking the streets of Fiji, trying to get better reception. Something about a meerkat?
No, did you work out with him?
Oh, no. Kevin Hart's very much into his muscles, too - he'd pull on an elastic band between takes. Jack Black wasn't doing much of that. He was just sitting talking to me. He was more my scene.
What's the latest on a Flight of the Conchords film?
It hasn't got past the wouldn't-it-be-great-to-do-it stage. But the dream's still alive. There's certainly been no progress on it, though.
What's your favourite Conchords song?
I'm a big fan of Hiphopopotamus Vs Rhymenoceros.
How does that go?
Well, I'm not going to rap it down the phone. But it goes: 'I'm the Hiphopopotamus, rhymes are falling off the top of oesophagus.' Like that. I can't go past my own rendition, though. Oh God, what's it called? Something about walking...
Leggy Blonde?
Yeah, that's the one. Another one of my favourites is Angels. It's about angels doing it in the clouds. Having sex. I like their more obscure numbers. A true fan.
What do you think band manager Murray Hewitt is up to now?
He's definitely back in New Zealand, probably fired from any cultural position. I think he's on a small goat farm, still managing the Conchords. Let's not forget: they're the fourth most popular novelty folk band in New Zealand.
Post-Conchords, you created and starred in mockumentary series Short Poppies. What's it about?
It's a deep dive into the mindset of New Zealand life. David Farrier, a real journalist, has been tasked with getting under the skin of what it means to be an ordinary New Zealander. We soon find out his budget hasn't stretched far - he only ends up finding people from one town. All played by me.
And are you playing ordinary New Zealand types?
A lot are facets of me. I grew up with three sisters, so it was easy playing an arty-farty fun girl - which I had fun making David uncomfortable with. There's a ufologist, too. I'm into that.
Do you believe in UFOs?
Yeah, I do. I've seen them. Only small ones. They could've just been shooting stars [laughs]. I believe there's alien life out there and the truth will come out soon, in our lifetime. Governments know more than they're willing to tell us.
Role to role, your voice never changes. Will we ever hear you in a non-Kiwi accent?
If they wanted me to. But then if I did a US accent people would go, 'That's weird.' They wouldn't buy it. I'm proud that I can keep this voice.
Sean Connery never changed his, and that worked out for him.
Exactly. And he's my hero. I'm just waiting to play that Russian submarine commander.
What's the biggest misbelief about New Zealand?
That there's little besides sheep and paddocks. In reality, the sheep numbers are down [laughs]. Also, people think New Zealand's part of Australia, when, really, it's very different. We don't have animals that'll kill you. And the ice cream's much better.
You seem to pop up in every New Zealand comedy. Are you contractually obligated to?
No. The irony is, no one pays you in New Zealand. There's no money there. I should stop promoting it.
Where's the most far-flung place you've performed stand-up?
The Falkland Islands. It was desolate. I did a routine to the British Army stuck in a remote base. I did impressions of various machine guns - they liked that.
You spent three years in the New Zealand Army. Is it true you can kill a man with your bare hands in under five seconds?
[Laughs] Yeah. An unarmed combat specialist taught us some moves. Then we all had a go on a dummy. My time was 4.7 seconds. I keep that in my back pocket whenever I'm at the bar: "You might be mocking my accent now, but in 4.7 seconds you're dead, mate!"
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HotD: Daemon & Viserys
Disclaimer: This is a post detailing what I think the show writers' perspective and thought processes in creating HotD.
Image Credit: fireandbloodsource @ Tumblr
In regular feudal history, the individual receives economic security through marriage, rights by lineage, and family connections. Inheritance determines deserving.
In the lore of A Song of Ice and Fire, incest and kinslaying results in the abuser, or the perpetrator of violence, sharing the similar physical and psychological spaces with their victim. the Targaryens are a prime example of it.
Which means that likelihood of localized oppression and abuse PLUS salvation from that abuse or from general social degradation lies within your own family most of the time. Where else does Rhaenyra feel she can find what could develop into an unequivocal allyship if not with the relative that Valyrian and Targaryen custom sets up for her? It's not really until she married Daemon that she gets a feeling for being closer to having a basis of more independent power (in the moment of her youth's emotional confinement). And yet Daemon could have been the one to undo her authority if he perceives her actions to get in the way of his spontaneous decisions to seize political or personal power for himself. Similar to the Cersei-Jaime situation, but Jaime was less into the political one unless it protected his siblings and father. Daemon clearly has a lot of pride in the Valyrian dragonriding culture for its dominance, which Rhaenyra, a dragonrider and the heir, is the closest to being emblem of that.
Daemon
Book Description:
The greatest of his [Otto Hightower] rivals was Daemon Targaryen, the king’s ambitious, impetuous, moody younger brother. As charming as he was hot-tempered, Prince Daemon earned his knight’s spurs at six-and-ten [16], had been given Dark Sister [Visenya’s sword] by the Old King himself in recognition of his prowess. Though he wed the Lady of Runestone in 97 A.C., during the Old King;s reign, the marriage had not been a success. Prince Daemon found the Vale of Arryn boring (“In the Vale, the men fuck the sheep”, he wrote. “You cannot fault them, the sheep are prettier than their women.”), and soon developed a mislike of his lady wife, whom he called “my bronze bitch” after the runic bronze armorworn by the lords of House Royce. Upon the accession of his brother to the Iron Throne, the prince petitioned to have his marriage set aside. Viserys denied the request, but he did allow Daemon to return to court, where he sat on thr small council serving as master of coin from 103-104, and master of laws for half a year in 104.
Governance bored the prince, however. He did better when King Viserys made him Commander of the City Watch. Finding the watchmen ill-armed and clad in oddments and rags, Daemon equipped each man with dirk, short sword, and cudgel, armored them in black ringmail (with breastplates for the officers) anf gave them long golden cloaks that they might wear with pride. Ever since, the men of the City Watch have been known as “gold cloaks”. (pgs 354-355)
...nor [Viserys] have much taste for the joust, the hunt, or swordplay, whereas Prince Daemon excelled in these spheres, and seemed all that his brother was not: lean and hard, a renowned warrior, dashing, daring, more than a little dangerous. (pg 355)
We could refer to Daemon talking to Rhaenyra in the garden in episode 4, where she talks about not wanting to marry and how marriage for women can be a death sentence due to being pushed into give birth and weakening themselves. Daemon responds with Aemma's death being a tragedy but Rhaenyra shouldn't let tragedies stop her from enjoying other good things in a marriage...like having enjoyable extramarital sex while still doing one’s “duty”. The question of grooming in this scene relies on whether or not you perceive Daemon as being sexually interested in Rhaenyra or interested in getting her to trust him so he can sexually exploit her. And I believe that he fully intended to exploit her lost virginity against Viserys so that he had his “revenge” for a perceived lack of trust and betrayal.
Funny how in the book Fire and Blood, Daemon was organizing a group of soldiers for Viserys’ claim before the Great Council of 101 A.C.:
Reports had reached the court that Corlys Velaryon was massing ships and men on Driftmark to “defend the rights” of his son Laenor, whilst Daemon Targaryen, a hot-tempered and quarrelsome young man of twenty, had gathered his own band of sworn swords in support of his brother Viserys (pg 344).
(Only the events of the Dance of the Dragons/Dying of the Dragons is told to us as being the least reliable of events recorded happening to the Targaryens.)
However, I'm also inclined to think that the episode wanted us to know that he had some nonsexual and non-ambitious kin-based concern for Rhaenyra and realized it fully when he got Rhaenyra up against the wall, even as he also intended to use her lost virginity to spite Viserys and get back at him for not allowing Daemon to act out his perception masculine power through specific political positions. As the show would have us believe.
By looking at her the way he did when he drew back a little while Rhaenyra went forward several times to draw him back, it looked to me like he was and not understanding why.
Daemon has a lot of extramarital sex and there were many theories as to why he can’t finish with Mysaria in episode 1, why she offered a “silver”-haired “maiden”. In the book Fire and Blood, it was assumed by mainly aristocrats around him that he preferred having sex with pale-haired virgins.
The first episode makes this preference more of a mystery. Does Daemon like virgins that happen to look Valyrian enough because virgins are the ideal for power-seeking, does Daemon like to have sex with pale-haired people because he is attracted to Rhaenyra, or is he sexually attracted to pale-haired people because he feels he should be? Mysaria in the books came from Lys and had pale hair which lead to her being called the “White Worm” by others. The show casted Sonoya Mizuno who has her dark hair out instead of a pale wig, so that makes me think that it’s that Daemon was always interested in a Valyrian.
In episode 6, we saw him go through a book of Valyrian dragonriders and Laena revealing he still dreams of inheriting and practicing their Targaryen dragonriding “glory”.
When I offered up my crown, you said I could have anything. I want Rhaenyra. I'll take her as she is and wed her in the tradition of our house. Give me Rhaenyra to take to wife and we will return the house of the dragon to its proper glory. (Daemon: Season 1, Episode 4)
As a prince/nobleman in this world, he’s also used to the idea and reality of getting his own way most of the time. Those closest to him are his Valyrian family, yet his brother is his political superior and had not allowed him to hold a position he believes was his due while only benefiting Viserys the more: the Hand position.
Family-by-blood is the most dependable source of personal security to Show!Daemon. Everyone else is either subject or enemy. That Viserys, in his view, denied him the position was baffling, stupid, and hurtful. But he’s a prince, a man who wants power and still thinks it should be given to him, so he won’t do any asking of any kind or open himself to that.
I think, in the show, that he was confronted by the knowledge that Rhaenyra was rival, child, prospective lover, brother’s daughter, loved one all at once in immediacy of sex/expectancy of sex. That many things finally presented themselves as a mess of overlapping realities of their relationship and that that was intimidating. That closeness and seeing Rhaenyra’s excitement and willingness to have sex with him and lose that virginity discombobulates his confidence because he likes and wants her too much to only use her as a means to defy Viserys. And he doesn’t see or feel the weight of that it until then.
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In episode 5 he walks up to Rhaenyra asking her in the dance, “Is this what you want?” in High Valyrian (after which for the rest of the season, they never speak to each other again in).
It was apparent to me that he wanted to get out of his own anxiety by riling her up after sitting through that part of the engagement party. After realizing the dilemma described above, he seems to have wanted to run away from his own discontent by stirring up problems as well as have that opportunity to...kiss her? Did he kiss her or was it just weird face-touching?
The fact the scene is in Viserys’ point of view and was blocked by passing people is an artistic touch to make us uncertain whether or not they actually kissed. But even if they didn’t close the distance, it was too close between them and their faces were too close to merit doing in her engagement party while her wedding date was just announced. So we get both the assurance that they were publicly intimate without actually seeing if anything was “completed”. A callback to the first time they kissed where they didn’t actually have sex, and therefore never “finished”.
Unlike when he tried to use Mysaria in episode 2, Daemon partially sees Rhaenyra as being competent and trustworthy enough to match the prominence of being a Valyrian dragonrider. He also seems to relate to Rhaenyra’s bristling at perceived obstacles to her own authority and agency, which to Daemon are one and the same.
He never really respected Mysaria like how we moderns would want a man to treat a woman as an equal, and he obviously didn’t treat her the exact same way as he did Rhaenyra (before episode 10... this is an obvious edit) nor ever like Rhea Royce. And all those sex workers he slept with were people he didn’t regard as much as the next Westerosi nobleman or noble woman wouldn't. Still, Daemon is better, by even entertaining Mysaria's condemnations when another lord would have sent her off or even become violent. And he was willing to accept either futures of their childlessness or having children (even with them being illegitimate).
But as a man still wanting a specific type of power and being very emotionally stunted from that life-goal, he still doesn’t totally going to allow himself to ever feel indebted to anyone.
And all that culminated into a clarity, then shock and hesitance that finally gave way to a guilt he was not used to feeling. Which shows his immaturity and callousness.
And it seems unlikely that he had a serious problem with ED when it came to her since it's never really referred to again after he marries her or after the 5th episode. Of course, it’s possible that he still did and Rhaenyra was successful in making him feel it actually didn’t matter, but I can’t really believe that--with how sexual potency is a chief component to how more powerful men feel confident in themselves. (Unless the creators of the show just decided to let that pass or forgot about that suggestion completely.)
Maybe with Laena? Men can still impregnate while having ED--the condition varies amongst individuals. But again, that issue is never brought up again. We'll have to see if it in in the second season to better determine if his ED was mostly emotion based--him not having the person he really desired--or just a physical thing. Or both.
As for him choking Rhaenyra, I believe that was him showing how little he understands and cares about accountability--his own and others--as he loses control over the repressed feelings about Viserys’ death. Viserys was the brother who he felt didn’t see his worth in protecting what Daemon felt paramount. There is no real closure between them...not that there ever would have been with both men being so emotionally closed off from each other.
He focused more on putting himself to “use” as he saw it by setting up both defenses and offensive measures while Rhaenyra screamed for him to stop the planning and appear in her birthing room, specifically to stop him from waging violence before it became necessary.
But he also seems to want to run away from the possibility of her death, as he witnessed Laena’s labor pains and voluntary death, her “abdandonment”. Moreover, in light of Viserys’ just-announced death. And yet he also sees himself as being a reason for Viserys’ death---Second Son-style (all their arguments and not being there to “protect” him--in episode 8 we see that he looks like he is appalled by Viserys’s decay and pities him) while seeking to destroy Alicent for looking suspicious enough to kill Viserys/not being a Targaryen.
Because he is so repressed, as Rhaenyra makes herself an obstacle in his violence and learned method of releasing inner turmoil/grief, she becomes the target, the focus as she always partially was (episode 3 with the egg incident on th bridge to Dragonstone). Again, this is show!Daemon.
Rhaenyra, to my surprise/not surprise, doesn’t resent him or show anger but focuses on how his anger reveals his ignorance of the prophecy. And once again, the unexpectedness of her reaction and her forcing him to see a different truth of him shakes him into trying to ignore or run off from that shock. Again, a certain immaturity.
Viserys
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Book Description:
Viserys I Targaryen had a generous, amiable nature, and was well loved by his lords and smallfolk alike. The reign of the Young King, as the commons called him upon his ascent, was peaceful and prosperous. His Grace’s open-handedness was legendary, and the Red Keep became a place od song and splendor. King Viserys and Queen Aemma hosted many a feast and tourney, and lavished gold, offices, and honors on their favorites. (pgs 353-354)
The king had grown soft and plump over the years. Viserys never claimed another dragon after Balerion’s death, nor did he have much taste for the joust, the hunt, or swordplay, whereas Prince Daemon excelled in these spheres, and seemed all that his brother was not: lean and hard, a renowned warrior, dashing, daring, more than a little dangerous. (pg 355)
Viserys I Targaryen was not the strongest-willed kings, it must besaid; always amiable and anxious to please, he relied greatly on the counsel of the men around him, and di as they bid more often than not. (pg 361)
Viserys is presented by the show--or TV Viserys--is just easier to understand to me than either TV or Book_Daemon is.
After listening to the Emma D'Arcy, Paddy Considine and Ryan Condal, I'm inclined to think that Viserys looked to Alicent not only as the better option for a second wife (because of her more advanced age over Laena), but also because she actively acted to comfort him by talking to him about his grief and present turmoil over Rhaenyra's position. But really, again, this is just for how the writers saw the original story and created their own fanfiction passed as an adaptation.
TV_Viserys sees Daemon as too unruly and someone not completely trustworthy he can’t trust because they act against his wish to justify himself.
After not only losing his wife in the birth of his yearned-for son, he wants Daemon to obey his orders more than ever so that that performance (of obeying) buttresses his own sense of control. Of his conflicting emotions, his authority, and his right to the last.
He betrayed Aemma in not telling her about the c-section that would kill her quicker but also left her totally unprepared for the worse pain of it versus the dying she was going through before. She was a charcater that experienced the betrayal of someone she had been doing her “duty” towards for years, who she had been emotionally and physically intimate with for years and already had a child with.
What he did to Aemma shook his understanding of himself: father vs partner came at a clash when under his feudal duty as king and the precedent Jaehaerys left. Daemon was supposed to be his way of fixing this almost as much as Rhaenyra was. Still, I never looked at him fondly since the first episode when he had Aemma cut open and how he handled the disagreements between Alicent, Rhaenyra, and their kids. As well as how he handled Aemond’s eye getting taken so violently. How they never got to why Jace and the other boys wanted to hurt Aemond. And how he’s never really addressed Alicent’s misgivings and possible desires.
I agree mostly with Emma in that show!Viserys feels immense guilt for denying Aemma's autonomy when he decided to rip her open without her consent so he "makes it up" to her and tries to comfort himself by making Rhaenyra heir and refusing to change that.
But he mainly looks like he tried to relieve himself of that weighted guilt by creating his own meaning of her death from the ready ideological principle of king/man-must-do-his-duty-and-secure-house-power be the only meaning--and his own meaning has Aemma be only “mother” and “wife”, rather than show her as something other than that.
To Viserys, Rhaenyra’s success would mean Aemma’s death was for not for nothing. That he could be a justified murderer and all that becomes what “really” matters to him when he has a kingdom to rule. That his debt to Aemma would be fulfilled or shaven off, little by little. That though one of the kids he put in her killed her, the living one would “reward” her. Aegon's prophecy also is a hanging oppression unnecessary to the story itself, yet it hangs on him asif the Targs absolutely went to conquer Westeros for altruistic reason, setting up this "for the realm" nonsense Alicent repeats.
But that creates a negligence in him: in trying to understand or see the importance of asking for the motivations and desires of others. The appearances of behaviors will inevitably mean more than the how and why, and the appearances mean so much more when you factor in that they actually do matter when performances give people the excuse to not confront a more advantageous and higher statused person, like Viserys the king.
It allows him to think that there is a simple and direct way to organize others’ behaviors and to see them as the problem.
It makes Viserys harsher to Rhaenyra than was necessary when he confronted her having extramartial and unlicensed sex with who he thought was Daemon (someone who he sees as a destroyer of the house), ignoring knowing anything about her motives and allowing himself to diminish them to just her wanting sex. There was no opportunity for discussion and opening up about motivations in that conversation, so Rhaenyra clams up and speaks to what he will consider--how Otto is plotting against his own authority.
This is not to say that the political consequences of any public knowledge of her having extramarital sex aren't valid in the context of this feudal system and the uncertainty of a peaceful succession. That would definitely give incentive for both to act and say what they did, but they weren’t the only strong reasons for the emotional suppression in that "conversation".
But after many years of their married life, he seems to perceive that Daemon and Rhaenyra are not as rebellious or troublesome as he thought they’d become when he talked to Alicent about them. He is still too lax about Rhaenyra's birthing the illegitimate Strong boys, as that endangers their hold through Rhaenyra’s succession--mainly because to investigate her after the first virginity incident would shake Rhaenyra’s base worse. He also seems to think here that Daemon isn’t as influential over Rhaenyra to make chaos and for the sake of appearances, thus Alicent goes ignored.
And the reason why he doesn’t pay enough attention to or favor his other kids as he does Rhaenyra is not just because Rhaenyra is the daughter of the dead and betrayed Aemma (those kids remind him that he took another wife), or that Rhaenyra is the heir he chose, or that Aemma was the wife he was happiest with:
those kids are also the children of a woman who did not want him in the first place and who never really was romantically willing--the daughter of Otto, who he always distrusted after dismissing him. The whole set is more Other and foreign, less actual family, than Rhaenyra and Daemon are to him
they are all also potential competition to Rhaenyra and her claim since Rhaenyra and Alicent’s rift (caused by him, but he never gets to that fact), and any competition to her claim, in light of Aemma-the-betrayed, can’t be held close to him’
At least how I understand it.
Context
A)
The definitions of family, honor, childhood versus maturity and what youth was to the general ancient & medieval person was 1) not based on any (comparatively) more advanced scientific knowledge or study of human psychology for the sake of the individual 2) paired with and determined by the economic needs of the people in the agricultural-to-mercantile societies.
The fact that 12-18 year old persons in Westeros or real life were not only allowed but purposefully arranged to marry and have sex with over-18 persons for resources, power, and status for centuries is going to unsettle and even anger today’s people who live in digital/metropolitan societies. (No matter the context) Even with instances of marriage with persons even younger and where they weren’t allowed to have sex with their married person for safety reasons it’s still harrowing to imagine putting a child in the a position where them having sex and having it with an adult or much older child.
While there were women in real European medieval history who held gave orders to knights and other men, ran lead a castle under siege and and armies into battle, more often than not it was under the name of and for the rights of their absent husband, father, or children or after the properties were given to her by a father or husband. The ideal political leader who got to make the decisions that will determine the living conditions of the majority was the oldest living male in a noble house. Which is what makes a patriarchy, and the one I described with one having lords and knights is a feudal patriarchy.
This sort of thing is much bigger than any individuals themselves and only could have been practically stopped and critiqued by after a change in cultural ideology on the borders between childhood and adulthood, how much and where gender/class creates a person and their social dues to other persons.
B) As Condal, Hess, and Writers Use It
But older/younger men and boys (more overtly in aristocratic groups), like Viserys, also had the license and advantage to decide for others in many, many cultures. You break it down to who is the oldest man, who would become the head of the house/realm, and you’ve got a “head man” deciding things for not only women, children, peasants, etc., but also other men who grow up with a sense of their own license to order around those who do not themselves head a house (feudal lords like a Stark or a Tully or an Uller) as well as one’s own younger brother. Thus, patriarchal systems with deceptively simple hierarchies allowed certain men and boys the chance to perform more oppressive actions against the woman (who was made subject to the man-as-leader) as marriage and reproduction equaled more security over resources.
While there is the undeniable and timeless principle that there is a point in a human’s psychological development where they cannot fully understand the elements of healthy limits for themselves and others and how exactly they can form identities from that (childhood), such a phenomenon itself is always going to be determined and defined by the time-allowed, resources and rights of those around them. What those adults can and cannot give them and still be considered a “ deserving citizen” of the society in which they all live. The value that your neighbor (fellow human) sees in you based on how well you behave according to how they can live as safely and with as much advantage as possible.
It is a paradox that we, as humans, have to live with and don’t always learn to see. That the meaning of a society’s core, enduring values is still subject to, comes from decisions on, and changes of economic needs and desires.
C)
Daemon, the TV character, himself says to Rhaenyra that she was "only a child" in episode 7 as a reason for not staying with her after the episode 4 & 5 events. He also says to Viserys in episode 4, after Rhaenyra's found out, that Rhaenyra is now a woman who can do what she wishes like the two of them. But Viserys confronting him was a moment where Daemon, in his perspective, tried to make a bad situation advantageous (for him, Viserys, and Rhaenyra), all of which brings up interesting implications for his character. And Viserys is a man give the role of supreme leader who also has to keep in mind that the lords under him have their own military power and distinct ideological heritages (lineage histories and how those form their identity).
Which is what ultimately brings me away from thinking Criston Cole, Viserys or Daemon totally equal to the pedophiles and groomers--those who search for victims to abuse against the socially recognized needs of that child.
I think that it's more accurate to say that the show is trying to tell us that many of the men are heavily conditioned into participating in using and abusing young female bodies for their own advancement. When Westerosi boys and men are told, forced, or and compelled to satisfy the practical demands of their aristocratic hold on lands, as well as their ideological identities as noble men. Combined with a ethnic history of sanctioned Valyrian incest, incest of cousin-marriages in Weteros, and worldwide child marriages, we’ve got A Song of Ice and Fire TV series.
Their priorities are house pride and maintaining or getting more power over the mental wellbeing of those house's individuals. We remember that both Rhaenys/Corlys and Otto put forward their ultra young daughters up for marrying the adult Viserys, who chose the better option of an 18 year old he had been Netflixing and chilling with at her father's pushing. After his own wife's death at his own hands.
The Ties to Alicent & Rhaneyra
Them acting this way doesn't take away the consequences their actions, though. Alicent is still deprived of a teenage stage of sexual exploration and becomes more and more desperate for her own political and emotional support from others in the face of a neglectful, older husband who has more political authority than her. But she doesn’t realize that her own father has been using her and attacks Rhaenyra, who has doesn’t nothing wrong really and Alicent becomes an ardent agent of misogyny and feudal patriarchy: “Duty and Sacrifice”.
Rhaenyra faces censure for not being as submissive to her father's demands of her body and society's demands of her behavior, despite the grief she continues to feel and her problems with duty and motherhood that she is compelled to ignore to conform. She takes on the heir role she didn’t want partially to get back her father’s regard (that was more focused on getting a boy) and recognition in her overall agency and competency -- respect (as the show seems to suggest). She has no real peers due to her princess status, her heir status, so she doesn’t have any other person who could relate to her and speak with her frankly and gently.
By marrying Viserys, Alicent becomes her superior and Otto’s agent, thus emotionally separating them since Alicent will always have the advantage of ordering her around even against her will.
Thus Rhaenyra was also very lonely, both before and after marrying Laenor. Harwin alleviated some of that loneliness but he couldn’t be both partner and protector. Daemon, as a candidate as her partner by being a dragonrider, military leader, and a Targaryen, is her best perceived option as well as the one who she felt she could relate to the most without losing too much of a sense of her own authority.
Please refer to @last-ofthe-starks ‘s Post on their Analysis on Why Daemon Being an Anti-Hero
(Can’t Find a Post How He Isn’t Yet)
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House of the Dragon: 1x01
Incredible first episode! It felt so good to be back in Westeros. It was everything you wished for: violent, bloody, manipulation, sex and beyond.
The actors who play Viserys and Daemon are truly amazing in their role.
Now I’m very convinced that Otto played the part to prevent Daemon to access to the throne, and consequently marry Rhaenyra which was the logical way to do since Aegon conquest, the Targaryens way. Sir Otto is definitively the new vilain of the story, wiling to send his own daughter to an older man. He knew that if Daemon would be on the throne no one would be able to control him, not even Otto.
Daemon is truly a lady’s man, and yes, it’s confirmed I love maiden (especially with silver hair). I’m pretty sure something already went on with Alicent, and Rhaenyra (the way they are looking at each other, the way he puts the necklace on her).
Finally, Daenerys has been avenged. She is the hero that was promised: “And if the world of men is to survive a Targaryen must be seated on the Iron Throne. A king or queen. Strong enough to unite the realm against the cold and the dark. Aegon called his dream “The Song of Ice and Fire”.” It, also, means that it’s normal for Targaryens to wed each other, their blood must be the purest.
Honestly, I have nothing bad to say to the episode, beside that it was too short and I already want more. It was even better than GOT 1x01.
ps: I wish that every week the episode can leak for those living outside the US, because I cannot stay until 4am waiting for the episode to come online.
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Harry's House: First Impressions
First LISTEN: Out Loud, Second: with headphones
Music For A Sushi Restaurant: A GROOVE. Scoob-a-doop-bo-bob. This man is the scatman. Lizzo needs to get on a remix of this ASAP! Or at least cover it. This will be so amazing live. 80's bop! Love the horns or whatever too!
Late Night Talking: MAN IS IN LOVE. YA BOY IS WHIPPED. Things haven't been quite the same. A lot of change happening metaphorically on this album.
Grapejuice: A crooner. YOUUUUUU. Shakespeare who??? This album seems like a chill one you listen to....around the house....eh? eh? I'll see myself out. NAH fr, I would definitely listen this to study, gives me low-fi vibes. (Liked it better the second time with headphones)
As It Was: In the album order it hits like woah. New chapter like Zane said. Feels surreal and cool to sing along. Like feels sped up but it's just cause the track before was so calming.
Daylight: This album is much more electronic than acoustic fine line. But the rock of this? FIRE! Very unexpected and I love it! Someone doing coke??? V bad harry. bad one. If I was a blue bird? So cute!!! Reminds me of old 2000s coldplay as well. I'm guessing this is the cocaine album.
Little Freak: Jezebel? mE! I'm a whore. Ya welcome. I expected it to be more risque but it's actually so romantic and kinda cute. Lana Del Rey could sing this and it would be cool too. Just thinking about youuuuuuuu. Love the guitar.
Matilda: Family never showed me love? Yeah no shit. That's why I'm listening to your album at 2am. Dead inside? *that's so raven voice* Yep that's me. I do want to do it on my own, thanks harry! KEY CHANGE KING! This song really made me smile. On second round, it feels like an intimate hug from Harry.
Cinema: This is so cute. I'm guessing it's about Olivia, which I find adorable. Do you think I'm cool??? Aw, little Harry has to prove himself. Good. Damn this nigga screaming in the background. You okay??? You pop when we get intimate? if this is his way of bragging about making a woman come then so be it. But okay....
Daydreaming: As soon as I heard it, I loved it. INTRO IS AMAZING! Like the groove is soooo sick. Love me like you paid me? Sugar daddy. Also gives me a little bit of Stevie Wonder vibes. Can't wait to hear this live!!!
Keep Driving: Very cute and cinematic way of singing. This album feels very indie. Hash brown egg yolk I will always love you? CUTE!!!! Like I can see this music video and the camera cutting rapidly between these things. I love it. Puff pass? Edibles? Cocaine? Say no to drug kids. This man loves a good drugs sex and love theme and I love that for him. Choke her with a sea view??? Yes please daddy. I told y'all this man wasn't vanilla. My fave on the second hearing, it was the first song I liked on Spotify.
Satellite: There are a lot of questions in this song and in the album in general. I like that the beginning sounds a bit space like. Like dreampop. idk why this songs feels SAPPHIC! This is gonna be the summer song of the album. IYKYK. When he said I'm here idk why I teared up. I think this song is going to be the best live.
Boyfriends: I'm gonna need some wine and ice cream for this one. Very true. If I ever slip and get my heart broken by a man this song is going on repeat for months. SAY IT WITH ME: MEN ARE TRASH. I think this was the song playing in the trailer????
Love of My Life: Nevermind it was this song playing in the trailer? Baby you are the love of my life???? Sheesh. This man gonna marry that woman. Second hearing update: looked up the lyrics and he talked about a past love. Damn. Sorry bout that. At least you got some good bops out of the heartbreak. Second hearing: Harry loves a bop beat with devastating lyrics. Damn song. Like the sunnier yet just as sad sibling of Falling.
Final thoughts: I feel like Fine Line was more 70's groove and this was more 80's bop. But tbh I think this album is very groovy indeed. I think this album had more similar sounding songs (in a good way) and was more of a mesh of emotions rather than Fine Line which were like, in my opinion, very significant different emotions. Harry delivers again. TBH while Fine Line (the song and album) will have such a special place in my heart but I do like this one. JOB WELL DONE.
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haha oh my I see you’re so ignorant about fandom’s history that you make some wild and incorrect claims. Okay, here we go!
Ao3 was founded by user astolat, who ships Dean and Sam Winchester (aka Wincest) from supernatural. Astolat designed ao3 to be for likeminded people who didn’t clutch their holy pearls about fictional taboo tropes like incest so idk what you want on a website like that. You’re in the wrong place, mate
second, George RR Martin also wrote “a song of ice and fire”. The book series was so successful that it was made into an 8 season long tv series “game of thrones” (+ prequel “house of the dragon”). There’s incest, pedophilia, inbreeding, rape and it ran for YEARS (though supernatural ran for much longer), has it led to the normalization of any of these things? Did George RR Martin endorse any of these things? Why aren’t you calling him out? Or Stephen king for writing about a child orgy in “It”? Or Neil Gaiman for publishing a book about a loli vampire?
also it’s so clear that your morals are so feeble that you need fiction to hold your hand and tell you that some things are bad. “I write about criminals but I am BETTER than these freaks because I write it as a BAD thing!” and I bet you’re not actually able to recognize harmful behavior. You sound like a Christian who made excuses why a STORY led them to do crimes. That’s exactly the type of person I think of you as, especially with your comment about a genocide that kills real people being equally important as someone fantasizing about robot incest.
You can stop your virtue signaling, I already know you would defend actual criminals because at least they didn’t write about incest
anyway you could have looked at fanlore.org, it has all of this information! But I know you are probably just going to shrug it off. You should have that mindset when it comes to fiction!
What incorrect claims did I make exactly?
I did look into this and it seems you're right about Astolat. Doesn't really change my mind however as Ao3 is free for me to use. As for why I use it? Well it's better than wattpad in my opinion, and all the normal stories are still on there. I know there's some questionable stories on there, by god do I know. I've seen some horrors. But I don't have to read those stories, just as I don't have to play horrid games on steam like "Sex with Hitler 2"
George RR Martin stuff is invalid evidence until you show me they weren't painted in a bad light. The Steven King one...imma be honest, I think that he was either drunk or high on drugs when he wrote that. Plus it was wrote back in the 80s where things were a lot less sensitive about that. There's plenty of examples of that so don't try and get me with the "that's a bullshit excuse" excuse.
I'd hardly say my morals are feeble. I gained quite an understanding of my own morals and I really don't need a game to hold my hand. I think it's pretty obvious to me by now that blowing off an innocent person's head with a shotgun is a bad thing to do.
Once again, the genocide is Palestine is far more important than fictional incest. Doesn't mean they aren't both horrible things even if they're on completely different ends of the scale.
It depends on the criminal if I'd defend them. If they're a murderer but they did it because they killed a pedophile that raped 50 children, I'd absolutely defend that. He put an end to a monster who ruined the lives of 50 children, they didn't even have time to get lives to ruin.
but if it was instead a man who shot up a school, they'll get no sympathy from me. That is a horrid action that cannot be forgiven in my eyes.
I didn't know about fanlore.org but I did look into it and the information is there, still doesn't really change my opinion much though.
I would suggest you leave and reconsider some things though. Just a thought to do some self reflection
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