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odoraful · 3 months

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Giving them jewellery p.1

you bring home a souvenir that you picked out just for them！

characters: neuvilette/xiao x reader tags: fluff, established relationship, a sprinkle of sentimentality a/n: it was really fun to come up with pieces of jewellery would suit these two! there might be a part 2 coming up of this including maybe lyney/zhongli

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑰𝑼𝑫𝑬𝑿 ₊˚.༄

Holding it up to the light coming in through his office window, the Iudex could see the true artistry of the brooch. The brass lyre was well polished, and the windwheel aster flowers painted at the base were so detailed he could see each individual red petal and the swirling green stems surrounding them. For having lived for centuries, he’d never seen such a quaint embellishment.

“I bought it at a vintage market they had before I left.” You gazed at how he inspected the lyre brooch you bought in Mondstadt city between his thumb and forefinger. “Isn’t it nice?”

“Indeed. For something so small, it is quite beautiful.” The cheerfulness in his voice was a relief to hear. You had taken a few rounds browsing the market, looking for the perfect souvenir. Despite the grandeur of his Iudex robes, Neuvillette was far from materialistic. You knew that something more understated would suit him well. The man from whom you purchased the brooch from said that this was a precious item. The original owner was his great grandmother who had received it from her beloved as a promise that they would celebrate Windblume Festivals together for as long as they lived.

You retold the story to Neuvillette. “Now, a few years following his great grandmother's partner's passing, she asked him to sell it. She said she wished for another couple to have it to bless them with the love and happiness she experienced."

He nodded. “A token of everlasting love between partners,” he said fondly. “It is something I wish for the two of us as well.”

“Now that I think about it,” he grew wistful as he continued, “I rarely receive gifts from other regions. Aside from diplomatic ones, of course, but none have been personal or sentimental in nature.”

Turning from the window, he walked towards you standing beside his desk. “This is perhaps the first true gift someone has ever bought for me. Thank you, my dear.” Those sincere words were accompanied by him gently cupping your cheek and angling your face upwards. He placed a light kiss on your forehead. His easy affection made your heart soar.

“For you, I’ll gladly be your supplier for all of Teyvat’s finest curios,” you grinned.

He chuckled. “There is no one I would trust more in that role. Now,” he unpinned the brooch and handed it to you, “Could you put it on for me? I’m certain my gloves would make it difficult for me to do it myself.”

You dusted off his lapel, searching for a good space to find it. After pinning it in place, you took a step back to admire the newest addition to his uniform. Neuvilette straightened his robes. At that moment, you could have sworn the clouds parted, letting more of the warm, morning light pour inside.

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑽𝑰𝑮𝑰𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑻 𝒀𝑨𝑲𝑺𝑯𝑨 ₊˚.༄

Standing behind him, you brushed the hair framing Xiao’s face aside, giving room to place the necklace around him. Fingertips grazed his nape as you laid the cord flat and started tying it in place. His body stiffened at the contact, hyper-aware of your soft touch and absent-minded humming.

“I can do it myself,” he had told you firmly a few seconds before. He had tried to clasp the necklace from behind, elbows pointed upwards. His brow furrowed deeper, the stubbornness to not ask for help was waning with each awkward, failed attempt. You leaned to the side to catch his gaze in the mirror in front of both of you.

“Can you really?” you teased. “It would be much easier to let me help you, wouldn’t you say?”

Xiao huffed when he saw your pouting face. He didn’t have the heart to say anything against your wishes. Facing against hordes of ruin guards and abyss mages was considered a warm up exercise for the yaksha, and yet the sight of a sulky Y/N made him weak. You held your hand out beside him, and he resignedly gave you the necklace.

He looked at his reflection. Sitting just above his vajra necklace, the pendant was carved from pale green jade to be shaped like a small carp. Along the black cord were several other small jade beads secured in place between knots. It was certainly a divergence from his usual style.

But it is… cute. Xiao thought, the corners of his lips lifted faintly.

After clasping the necklace in place, your hands travelled to lay relaxedly on his shoulders. Feeling an unexpected stiffness, you began to gently massage them. Xiao cleared his throat, trying to find his voice again.

“You said this symbol is special in Qiaoying Village?” Though he was familiar with the village already, he wanted to hear you talk about it.

You nodded. “Yep! I was told that in local legends, the carp is a symbol of good luck and protection for those who journey across the sea to trade with other nations, since, you know, Yilong Wharf is the main hub for transporting goods.”

He noticed your eyes flicking to the side, your voice turning more solemn. “Think of it as… a protection symbol from me, so that no matter where you are... you'll always remain safe and return to me.”

The moment was gone as soon as it came. You returned to your usual countenance. Bright and assured. The vulnerability slipping away along with your hands off his shoulders.

Your words had provoked something within in that he couldn’t pinpoint. A sadness at your downcast expression, a frustration at himself for making you worry so often.

Overwhelmingly, however, he felt a desperation. A desperation to instil the confidence that he wouldn’t disappear one day without notice. He brought the pendant up to his lips. Your eyes widened.

“Xiao?”

“Thank you for giving this to me.” Resolve burned in his eyes as he gripped the necklace close to his chest. “Although I cannot promise I will be unharmed in my patrols, I- I can promise that I will always have enough strength to return to you.”

#✏️〰odorawrites #genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #genshin impact neuvillette #genshin neuvillette #neuvilette x reader #neuvillette x you #neuvillette x y/n #neuvillette fluff #genshin impact xiao #genshin xiao #xiao x reader #xiao x y/n #xiao x you #xiao fluff

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hugemilkshake · 2 months

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Oh, I have an idea

Make a Shadow Milk cookie Yandere with the addition of HYPNOTISM.

Please 🙂

MMMMMM I was low-key going to do this like on my own but ya beat me to it but this will be structured like a normal yandere headcannon. But I did enjoy writing this it was fun :3

But I hope you enjoy your milkshake

Yandere Shadow Milk Cookie

Second part

-Romantic or Platonic insulation-

!TW! Under the cut there are themes like obsession, possessiveness, warping one’s reality and hypnosis

The Faerie Kingdom, it was a lovely sight to take in! All the faeries seemed really chill about you and your friends arrival

And you couldn’t help but marvel at the slivery tree that was right in the center of the Kingdom

The way the light shines on it was breathtaking, but little did you know, it’s history was not as pretty.

A dark evil was sealed into the tree eons ago.

Beasts. That’s all they will be. Beasts.

But you didn’t know that

You stood side by side with your friends as a rift in the once beautiful tree opened

A jester like character popped out of the tree like a Jack in the box.

The beast proclaimed that he was Shadow Milk Cookie, the world's finest playwright, poet, director, actor, clown and trickster

This situation was unsettling, this jester was able to snake his way into Pure Vanillas and the faeries minds, the same thing could happen to you…

You didn’t catch Shadow Milk Cookies attention at first

You were just a meaningless cookie, he was here for Pure Vanilla and Elder Faerie

But the way you were willing to help Elder Faerie seal him back up could be some what admirable

But what really caught his eye was how you put yourself in front of the young cookies in the face of danger

You were willing to put your life on the line for these cookies who are probably just dead weight

That’s something that could be used to his advantage

So once Elder Faerie Is out of the picture, he could finally start twisting your sweet little reality

But he wasn’t expecting to get an attachment to you in such a short amount of time

Now he could just make you into one of his shadow puppets and you’d obey his every wish and command with no problems

But that wouldn’t be fun would it?

You were walking with your friends when everything got dizzy

You swore you heard his laughter.

Everyone was worried, Pure Vanilla especially

“Y/N Cookie are you alright?”

No, no you weren’t fine

Pure Vanilla rested his hand on your shoulder

“Listen, when I’m around no one will hurt you”

His voice. It wasn’t his. It was Shadow Milk Cookies

You flinched away, everything was twisting and turning. You couldn’t tell what was real and what was fake

You… you needed space.

That was your mistake, you wondered away from the group… unprotected, unsuspecting.

Shadow Milk Cookie approached you, he told you lies, truths that were to good to believe.

You knew he was just toying with your mind, his offers were meant nothing to you, they were just empty promises.

When you refused his countless offers, he was annoyed. You could be a GOD compared to these… these FOOLS!

Shadow Milk Cookie didn’t want to have to do this but his deceitful nature was playing against his favor

He reached out and grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him, directly in his eyes

His eyes were so… hypnotic, you couldn’t look away…

You couldn’t look away…

Shadow Milk Cookies words were so… charming… you couldn’t help but think that your friends were in the wrong…

Well you thought that until you met back up with your friends… their voices pulled you out of that hypnotic trance

This ticked Shadow Milk Cookie off

You were supposed to listen to him, not any of those imbeciles

Well, Shadow Milk Cookie had to result to making you a shadow puppet, the easy way out

All you were now was a mindless puppet

How boring

You were by his side the whole time after that

He didn’t want your so called “friends” to take you away from him

Everything was PERFECT, he was free, he had a new best buddy by his side and all of the power he wanted at his fingertips!

Wlhat could go wrong?

White Lily Cookie… oh that CURSED LITTLE COOKIE

She sealed him back up…

SHE SEALED HIM BACK UP

Shadow Milk Cookie tried to take you with him, his strings were wrapped around you, desperately trying to pull you back into the tree with him

But your friends held you back, you didn’t get pulled into the tree

Shadow Milk Cookie looked at the inside of the seal, he was… devastated… not because he lost… but because he lost YOU

Shadow Milk sat there… unresponsive. Unmoving.

He was going to get you back.

Even if it meant destroying his fellow beasts in the process

#crk #cookie run #crk x reader #shadow milk cookie #shadow milk crk #shadow milk x reader

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drmapzo · 2 months

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Hello, everyone!

Pretty much everybody needs to relax every once in a while, and druids are no exception.

After a long day of work tending nature and its beautiful (and sometimes not so beautiful) creatures, the local caretakers like to come to this magical pub to have some drinks and unwind.

The place is full of vegetation all around and the drinks offered have a unique spin on them, having being made with exotic ingredients of the finest quality.

But a pub is a pub and drunken fights are also a staple of this place of this otherwise calm place.

The creature tokens for this map are an Ancient Guardian Demon, a Catfolk Rogue and an Exotic Mystical Beast. Emerald tier gets the Catfolk Rogue while Diamond tier gets all three. In addition, Sapphire tier gets extra creature token variants.

You can see a preview of all of this week’s Patreon content here.

Thank you very much for taking a look and be sure to check out my Patreon where you can pledge for gridless version, alternate map versions as well as the tokens pertaining to this map.

#dungeons and dragons #dnd #pathfinder #dnd map #battle map #roll20 #forest #rpg map #pub #bar #inn

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the-real-housewives-of-waterdeep · 7 months

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“Papa and Tara” Oil Paint on Canvas, 1499 DR

Gif credit to @gale-gaze

“Papa!” the girl cried out excitedly as she burst into Gale’s library. His daughter was technically supposed to knock before entering her father’s library, but Gale adored his daughter’s visits. Even when she did interrupt his work, he was more excited about her than any composition he could make with the Weave. Tara was asleep next to him as he read by the fire. The tressym awoke with a soft trill, her wings twitching.

Karlach was born the year after he and Tav were married. From the moment that Tav told him that she was pregnant, Gale was enamored with his future child. He fussed endlessly over Tav throughout the pregnancy, hyper-attuned to any slight grimace of discomfort, craving, or restlessness from his wife. He paused all of his arcane research and teaching students to attend to her, despite Tav’s protests that he didn’t need to worry himself so much. “My love, there is nothing more important in this world or any other than you and our child,” he would say, placing a hand on Tav’s belly. “The Weave will always exist and I will shall always be able to compose within it, but this is worth more than kingdoms.”

Gale, true to his nature, read any book he could get his hands on related to child-rearing. Since having a child with Mystra was out of the question, he never imagined being a father.

Gale smiled proudly upon seeing Karlach, marking his place in the book before closing it. He always gave his daughter his fullest attention. Karlach skipped over to where her father sat on the sofa. Gale’s library was her favorite place in the house. She loved the way it smelled like old books and dust, just like her beloved father. More than that, it was where she could most frequently find Tara, who was her best friend next to Gale.

“Ah, Karlach!” he exclaimed. “My dearest daughter. How were your lessons today? I am certain that you are excelling, as always.”

“Today was so much fun!” she said, her voice still brimming with excitement. “I made you something!”

“My goodness! Is it another addition to the gallery?” Gale asked. His library was filled with Karlach’s creative works, all of which he cherished. When his daughter began bringing her artwork home from her classes, he cleared any space he could in his library to display Karlach’s work. Each painting she made was framed with a tiny orb of light suspended overhead so that Gale could fully appreciate each work of art in full detail. Beneath each of them, there was a tiny plaque with the name, date, and medium: “Papa Doing Magic,” Watercolor on Baldurian Parchment, 1498 - Karlach Dekarios; “Mama and Papa”, Oil pastel on Waterdhavian Parchment, 1498 - Karlach Dekarios. While Karlach dabbled in many mediums, painting was her favorite.

“I think you and Tara will really, really, *really* like this one,” Karlach giggled. Her face was smudged with paint, her nose spotted with deep cerulean. Although his opinion was biased, never before had Gale seen a child as beautiful as his daughter. She was his spitting image; sparkling brown eyes, untamed chestnut curls and his smile. There was no denying that she was a Dekarios.

Karlach produced a small canvas from behind her back and handed it to her father. “It’s you and Tara!” she exclaimed, beaming with pride.

The painting portrayed Gale and Tara sitting on the flocked velvet sofa of his library. Gale was portrayed with an oblong body, stick arms, and a beard. Tara’s likeness resembled a brown and orange egg with disproportionately large white wings. In the background, there were several asymmetrically drawn bookshelves adorned with books of many different colors.

Gale took the painting from Karlach’s hands, looking upon it with amazement. “Karlach, my darling girl, this is your best work yet. Such skill you have!”

Karlach bounced on her heels, grinning from ear to ear. “Really?!”

Gale nodded, admiring the painting as if it was the finest piece of artwork he’d ever seen. To him, his daughter’s work was always beautiful and he grew prouder of her by the day. “Tara, hasn’t she captured your likeness beautifully?”

“Yes, Mr. Dekarios! Little Miss Karlach is truly a natural! So very talented!” Tara trilled. Objectively, Karlach’s art was like any other child’s, but Tara loved seeing how happy Gale was when Karlach brought him her paintings.

He patted the space next to him on the sofa. “You must tell me all about your creative process.”

Karlach sat beside her father, her legs dangling above the floor. Describing her creative processes was her favorite part of showing her father her art.

“It’s your and Tara’s favorite place in the whole wide world so it’s my favorite place too!”

Gale ruffled Karlach’s curls. “Right you are, sweet girl. The level of detail is remarkable. As always, you never fail to amaze me.”

Gale looked down at his daughter, the child he never thought he would have. Even though she looked like him, she had her mother’s spirit and the tenacity of her namesake — Karlach Cliffgate.

“Now, where shall we hang this one?” Gale asked Karlach.

“Hmmm…” Karlach hummed, pursing her lips together as if attempting to solve a difficult problem. “I think it should go… over there!”

She was pointing to a vacant space over her father’s piano, the last empty wall space in the library. Admittedly, Gale had hoped to use the space to hang a rare tapestry that Elminster had gifted him for his 50th birthday, but Gale couldn’t say no to Karlach. Tav worried about Gale spoiling her, but Karlach’s puppy dog eyes never failed to sway him.

“You have such an eye for design. That spot is absolutely perfect. Shall we hang it tomorrow?”

Karlach nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah! Can I help, Papa?”

“Of course you can, my love,” he answered, kissing the top of her head. In the meantime, he would need to make a new plaque for the painting.

“Thank you, Papa!” she exclaimed, giving her father a tight hug. “I love you!”

Sometimes, Gale found himself misty-eyed whenever his wife or daughter told him that they loved him. They both loved him so purely, not for his capabilities to compose the Weave, but for the husband and father he was. And he loved them, more than he could ever have imagined. Nothing in this plane of existence nor any other could compare.

Gale embraced his daughter. “I love you too, my sweet girl.”

#bg3 #bg3 gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 fic #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate #bg3 headcanons #dad!gale

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anantxru · 2 years

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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐀𝐍 !

𖣠 how they moan feat. marius : vyn : luke : artem x fem! reader

𖣠 warnings: nsfw

𖣠 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒

low bear splitting groans with marius because the feeling deep inside your cunt was just way too much for him to bear. He‘s so lost, the way marius is feeling you clench around him was resulting in him biting back a moan, pants leaving his lips before he‘s grinding himself deeper into you.

your legs threatened to give up on you yet marius was quick to pick up on that, placing his hands on your knees to push them against your chest in order for him to reach deeper n faster into your tight hole. His girth was stretching you open without much to try, the vein— which was decorating his shaft sensully, grazed over your delicate walls while brushing against that little sweet spot of yours over and over again. "I‘m so close." the way he was groaning against your ears now was like the finest music to you, looping your arms around his neck to pull marius closer into your embrace, showing him how good he made you feel right now.

𖣠 𝐕𝐘𝐍

dark heavy breathing with vyn against the shell of your ear, lowly humming to himself while hovering over you like a lost man. He‘s so close, practically tasting his climax approach him any moment now, picking up on pace which had you roll your eyes back in delight. "You‘re beautiful." his voice turning almost shy once saying that sentence out loud.

you really tried to say something back, anything, yet all you were able to answer were incoherent babbles of soft praises which had the man above you smile lovingly at your flustered state. You‘re panting when you felt vyn retract his hips a bit in order to reach deeper. His cock hard and heavy inside of you, coated with both his cum and your slick, looking all too sinful yet you couldn‘t stop staring at it, it was so lewd yet hot in your eyes. There was something so comforting about having vyn on top of you like that, his warmth radiating through you as you became entirely consumed in him. Vyn was utterly in love with the whole moment, not to mention the way you were squeezing him right now, groaning yet again sweetly against the shell of your ear, goosebumps rising up your skin in the process.

𖣠 𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄

whiny whimpers with luke because he‘s so fucking sensitive in the way you were engulfing him so fucking nicely right now. He‘s gentle with you, trying his best to taste everything you gave him while tracing his slender fingers around the natural curves of your figure.

luke is caging you in with his brought arms, sweat glistering on both of your bodies and connecting you further while he pushed himself in and out sensually. You‘re whining alongside his husky breathing, encircling your arms around his neck for additional support and most importantly, in order to push him closer towards you. The next you knew you kissed him like a starved woman, more tongue and teeth than anything else as he groaned further into the kiss, only coaxing him on to pick up on pace. "I love you." luke‘s saying that in a low tone, barely a whisper, only dedicated towards you once one of his hands traced down your body until hitting your sweet bundle of nerves, flicking your clit with his fingers in combination with his fastened thrusts, making you throw your head back, climax approaching any second now.

𖣠 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐌

loud and guttural moans with artem against your sweet cunt while he desperately ate you out, not being able to refrain himself from your perfect pussy. He‘s so in love with you! that‘s why he wants to please you in every way imaginable.

for him it‘s all about showing just how crazy he was for you, his tongue flicking over your slit to collect the juices in his mouth which were already melting together with his spit. He adored the way you tasted against his lips, so sweet with the perfect amount of bitterness, artem was sure he was going to grow addicted to the feeling of your warm cunt against his mouth. He‘s so sloppy with it too, in all honesty he didn‘t have any experience hence why he tried himself out a bit. Artem wasn‘t even sure if he was supposed to be loud yet he couldn‘t stop himself, groaning hard against your pussy whenever you decided to pull on his hair strands, lazily massaging his scalp while he circled his tongue over your glistering folds. His nose was nudging over your bundle of nerves now, grinding down harshly while you rid artem‘s face without daring to stop. He‘s so pussy drunk— he figured, wouldn‘t know how to stop either.

do not! share, copy or repost my work. ✎ ©ANANTXRU 2022

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transingthoseformers · 1 month

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On the whole "failed courtship but it somehow works" front (continuity soup bc it ought to be G1 but then M's alt is wrong; what do guns do to show off anyway? Precision targeting? How do you get your preferred person to hold you for that?):

OP: is practicing those precision manoeuvres that only the very finest of trucks can manage (along the lines of that video of the truck driver making himself a cup of tea...) in a secluded valley somewhere that is definitely-only-coincidentally adjacent to where the Decepticons were most recently detected;

M: barrelling over the adjacent ridge and down into the valley, covered in the local vegetation, with a carefully-arranged collection of beautiful-but fragile treats suspended from the barrel of his tank mode. This is, naturally, just an exercise in using his alt effectively. Nothing whatsoever to do with the last known destination of the Autobot groundbridge;

one inevitable collision later, OP's carefully prepared cube with appropriate additives is spread all over the floor and M's treads, causing devastation to some small part of the local ecosystem. M's delightful selection of treats is smeared along the side of OP's trailer, which stickiness and waste does not help OP's mood as he transforms back to express his annoyance more effectively.

At some point in the ensuing fist-fight - possibly as they roll through the puddle of energon again - it occurs to OP to wonder just what M was doing rushing around with a cake-stand anyway. The sheer degree of embarrassment inherent in answering makes M try to transform back and escape the whole interaction, but of course OP is faster in alt and can force a confrontation. And then, well, something is clearly wrong and the two systems are reasonably parallel and OP is not the one with the emotional intelligence of a teaspoon here. He can, and does un-puzzle this mystery, and M is trapped.

Clearly the only thing left after that is for M to un-sticky OP, by whatever means are left available to him. And if the net effect in terms of cleanliness is not what it might be, neither of them is exactly complaining.

Omg these two have created such a mess yes, they're trying so hard to show off in their own ways

Oh, it's not their fault these ways collide (lying) (lying so much💖💖💖💖)

Makes sense Optimus figures it out first, and oh Megatron what have you started

There's no way they're coming out of this clean, if I'm picking up the vibes at the end correctly.

But:

#maccadam #transformers #Megatron #Optimus prime #megop #I'm imagining a gun's courtship thing would be to Refuse To Work in anyone's hands but their crush's_ perhaps?#i see this as an absolute win #even if the valley may disagree #megs: fucking books it in tank #optimus: can easily out-drive him #there are several ways Megatron can try to clean up Optimus #several #of varying effectiveness

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fellow-travelers-fic-recs · 30 days

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Fellow Travelers Fic Recs | March Recap

♦️ More fic recs can be found at the fic register, here. Not quite what you're looking for? Tell us what you had in mind, here! -> 💌

✍️ In addition to the fics highlighted below, there were a few new additions and updated chapters to the Promise You WILL Write collection. Check them out here! If you're feeling inspired, please visit the collection to leave a prompt for someone to write or take one for yourself… All are welcome! You can check out their page @promiseyouwillwrite for more info.

🛠️ March was a celebration of fix-its! Check out our recap for the March Fix-It event hosted by @fellow-travelers-events 📣 The Features of the Month posts can be found here: Fic of the Month for March is: A Patchwork Life by likerealpeopledo | @likerealpeopledo-on-ao3 Author of the Month for March is: @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) WIPs of the Month

�� do these teeth still match the wound by brokendrums [E, 21K] It’s natural. There’s no sin in it. That’s all Hawk keeps saying. Whispers it to him as he pulls on Tim’s shirt, says it again when he tugs down his zipper, scrapes it across his jaw on the end of a kiss. There's no sin in taking what is gratefully given, no sin in the purest of heart. Not when you're praying at the altar of Hawkins Fuller.

What if it took a little longer for Tim to gather the courage to do the right thing and give himself up. His time in the cabin stretched out for a few extra weeks.

🍀 A Disaster, Beyond Measure by drabbleswabbles [NR, 20K] Hawkins Fuller is a campaign manager with a PR disaster on his hands. The solution involves pretending to date none other than Timothy Laughlin.

Featuring: unrealistic portrayals of the life and job of a campaign manager for the sake of the fake dating trope.

🍀 Only The Lucky Ones Come Home by @jesterlesbian | captainquint [M, 1K] It didn’t make sense. Kenny wasn’t in Italy, he wasn’t in Europe. He was sent somewhere in the Pacific, Hawk wasn’t quite sure. That was the last he had heard. So how could Kenneth Willard be bleeding out at his feet in Velletri?

“You did this.”

The blood in Hawk’s veins turned to ice at Kenny’s words.

Hawk has a nightmare about his time in the war.

🍀 In Sickness or In Health by Joycee [M, 12K] Instead of Tim, it’s Hawk who has AIDS.

🍀 we'll be on the road like Jack Kerouac by @jesterlesbian | captainquint [M, 4K] He tried to think of what Tim would do or say. The man who had only spoken to his son a handful of times over one weekend in 1968, but had seemed to understand him far better than Hawk ever had.

The business card felt like it was burning a hole in his pocket.

An idea burst to life in Hawk’s mind. This was an emergency if he’d ever seen one.

“What would you say to coming with me to San Francisco?”

Hawk and Jackson go on a cross-country road trip to San Francisco.

🍀 🪴His great consuming lovage*🪴 by @carnivalrow | nightfall_in_winter [G, 2K] Tim's potted plant has a story to tell…

🍀 Dreams Enfold You by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 1K] Tim is sick but won't sleep. Hawk finds a way to make him.

🍀 Sands of Time (Turn Backwards) by @brouill3r | brouiller [NR, 22K] 1987 Hawkins Fuller is full of regrets for the life he's lived, though Tim once told him he regrets nothing. Hawk so wishes he could say the same.

In the still night air of a hotel room, clutching a cracked paperweight to his chest like it's carved of the finest gold, Hawk gets his wish.

Or, a time-travel fix-it fic that nobody asked for.

🍀 this time imperfect by @startagainbuttercup | startagainbuttercup [T, 13K] 1986. Marcus arrives at Hawk's house and gives him a box. Marcus doesn't know that paperweight in the box is a time traveling device. Will Hawk change anything, given the chance? We'll see.

🍀 Sometimes it's worth the pain by @timothydavidlaughlin | mauralabingi [NR, 1K] Hawk wakes up in the morning in Tim's arms.

🍀 At the End of a Long Day by @carrotcakecrumble | LuxLox [T, 1K] The words, which were just that, words, were too distilled and clean to have any association with Tim in his mind.

He’s passed. Yesterday. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m only just calling now.

(Mary rings Hawk to tell him that Tim has died.)

🍀 I Sing the Body Electric by telescape8 [M, 28K] Modern AU. It all starts on Election Night 2016. Tim falls hard. Hawk falls harder.

🍀 If it's magic... by @redmyeyes | redmyeyes [M, 1K] It’s just fondness. It’s not love.

🍀 Here We Are In Heaven by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 1K] Though it happened hours before, Hawk could see it so clearly now. That green space, lined in flowers. Marcus's proud smile. Jackson's hand, so steady as it placed that simple band of silver in Hawk's palm. And Tim.

A snippet of Hawk and Tim's reception.

🍀 With all due respect, fuck congestion by @timothydavidlaughlin | mauralabingi [T, 2K] Tim and Hawk are going through their closet to find some clothes to donate, but Tim isn't feeling great.

🍀 where are lies (when no words are spoken) by @startagainbuttercup | startagainbuttercup [G, 480]

“So,” Marcus starts with a smirk. “Tim.”

They’ve known each other for years, and Marcus really doesn’t need to ask questions for Hawk to understand him. Why him? What is special about him?

But the thing is, it works well the other way around. Hawk gives him a meaningful look. I don’t know what you are talking about.

Or a conversation between Marcus and Hawk set not long after Hawk took Tim at Cozy Corner in episode 1

🍀 Cutting this short would be most logical option by @timothydavidlaughlin | mauralabingi [T, 4K] It's a lovely day in 1980 and Tim's enjoying a quiet day off. Then there's a knock on his door.

🍀 Lights go down, and I hear you calling to me, yeah by @behindthesefangirleyes | SilverShadow1 [M, 512] There was intrigue. There was wonder. Hawk’s damn heart literally skipped a beat. Skippy.

Or, the real answer to: “Who’s Skippy?”

🍀 Of Snuggles and Waffles by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 2K] It's a beautiful Saturday morning and Tim should be sleeping in. Unfortunately, Hawk has other plans.

🍀 The Fixer by drabbleswabbles [NR, 3K] Instead of Leonard, Hawk is the one arrested in a park bathroom.

🍀 You might not wear blue often, but it's still your color by @timothydavidlaughlin | mauralabingi [G, 2K] Hawk is struggling. Then he gets a package in the mail.

🍀 All Dressed Up To Go Dreaming by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [T, 4K] Naples, 1955. Hawk and Tim's first vacation together.

🍀 She's the lady of the house, a blind believer in all I dare to be by @behindthesefangirleyes | SilverShadow1 [M, 5K] “A boy needs his mother’s respect. Not only her love, but also her respect.” – Emerson Eggerichs

Or, 5 times Estelle Fuller is there for Hawk, 1 time Hawk is there for himself.

🍀 To Millions of Smiles by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 1K] Hawk comes home to a surprise.

🍀 Fetch by @deputy-buck | Deputy_Buck [T, 1K] Hawk was consumed in drafting a small speech for a function Senator Smith had organized —something about acknowledging McCarthy's threat to the State Department but encouraging diplomacy— when Tim showed up on his doorstep looking like a kicked puppy. His boy promised that he would be quiet and that all he needed was to be somewhere safe while he felt this way.

🍀 gold-skinned, eager baby by @lispenard-street | lispenardstreet [E, 10K] Tim sets out for Fire Island with a single goal: to dig Hawk out of his pit of self-destruction.

As it turns out, Hawk is after something else entirely.

A 1979 fix-it… of sorts.

#fellow travelers fic recs #ftfics monthly recap #fellow travelers fics #fellow travelers fics monthly recap #ftfics March recap #fellow travelers #ftfics mar24

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roseamonglilies · 2 years

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Selfish - pt. I

Summary: Billy decides to stop by your house blackout drunk, and confesses a little too much

Word Count: 1,377

Warnings: Billy is mean (in a more cute way, but still), this is a bit short, illiteracy, ig mild sexual tension (?)

Part 2 | Part 3

There was something wonderful about his eyes. An unspoken storm that raged within each iris, like lightning striking the sea. Every instinct in your body screamed of danger, yet you couldn't help but feel drawn to its undifferentiated beauty.

Mid-lecture, amid the worst parts of in-class reading, you caught the flashes of baby blue from three seats across. And while you had yet to face the tempest, you never ceased to feel its intensity with every moment it faced you.

Mrs. Hudson, Hawkins High's finest new addition, droned on excitedly, a well-worn edition of Madame Bovary creased between her hands. She was among the younger crowd of staff within the school, bright, and more ambitious than she likely should be for an English teacher. Yet, she taught with a love for written language that was often times too enthusiastic for her less enthused students.

"Now, who would like to read the next passage?" The less socially inept students shied away from her sweeping gaze. Along with hers, you felt his. "Billy? We haven't heard you read yet, I don't think."

Finally, then did you feel the heat of his eyes leave, if only to find his place among the pages. Mrs. Hudson lingered, whispering quietly which specific paragraph she had left off on, and after a quiet sigh of resignation, he finally spoke.

"'Love, she thought, must come suddenly, with great outbursts and lightnings,'" Hearing such a rugged individual speak words of such rhetoric was certainly a sight. Albeit the air of boredom laced with arrogance left no word untouched. Only then did you finally peek from the text to look at him. Billy sat, slightly slouched in his seat. His legs were sprawled out, spread well past the legs of his desk and onto the aisle between desks. He seemed entirely uninterested by the words he spoke, hardly leaving much space for any sort of form or whims in his speech.

"'A hurricane of the skies, which falls upon life, revolutionizes it,--'" The mistake evaded Billy, though you caught it as soon as the word slipped past his lips. He'd said "revitalize" instead of "revolutionize" as the quote actually read. He didn't seem to notice, or at least, didn't seem to care as he continued his emotionless drawl of words. His voice was low, and you'd realized the unwarranted attention it naturally received from certain classmates. Upon the last line, his eyes suddenly lifted towards you with intent, eradiating a calm sort of intensity that could only be compared to a beast in a cage. "'--Roots up the will like a leaf, and sweeps the whole heart into the abyss.'”

"Wonderful job Mr. Hargrove! Now, who's next?"

Of all the women he could choose in the world, you had to be the one.

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"I don't get why you still get rides from that priss, Wheeler." Billy caged you against the hood of his Camaro. He was doing what he always did when you weren't tied down at school: demand attention. However, this time, he had managed to get you right where he wanted you. And while Nancy awaited your arrival, you had to fend off the beast for a while longer. "Are you tryna tell me you like riding with a stiff like that more than me?"

"Because, Billy," Your words held disdain, but he only smiled cruelly at the sound of his name. "Despite your best efforts, I still have friends. And besides, we live next door to each other. It doesn't make sense for you to drive me to the other end of town."

You decided not to mention Billy's driving habits. You'd rather not leave a trail of dead animals along the road whenever you were with him.

"I don't think you're getting the point, Princess," His voice dipped lowly, and you found yourself tightening the hold around your books when he leaned down. Those precious books held tightly to your chest were the only barrier you had to keep Billy from having the true freedom to do what he wanted. His nose grazed the tip of yours, and he refused to break his burning gaze. "Half the people in this town are washed up losers, but they really take the cake."

"You’re unbelievable," You replied to his rude comments with playful mockery. He matched the energy, scoffing in agitated disbelief. You couldn't help but pinch your bottom lip between your teeth to keep from smiling too hard. Billy always had such a knack for insulting everyone and everything, and to some degree, the only way to avoid offense was to deflect and deny. “They aren’t that bad.”

"Will I be seeing you tonight?" His hands lifted from the hood of his car, placing one on your hips. The other looped around the belt fastening your pants, and pulled with just enough force to leave you flush against his waist. You found yourself drawn into the question perhaps a bit in part to the physical contact.

"Tonight?" You hadn't a clue as to what he meant. As far as you were concerned, tonight would be uneventful aside from the dedicated time you always gave to your studies. He clicked his tongue, and while waiting for him answer, you studied the way his rugged bangs framed his face. How a small wavy strand fell just perfectly over his eyes.

"Party," Ah, that was what he meant. "At Carol Perkins’ joint."

"You gonna get drunk again?" You were surprised he'd bother asking again. Parties, not your scene, not that the name Carol Perkins gave you any added enthusiasm. But, still, Billy always asked. And you always gave him the same answer.

"Well if you came with me, I'd have less reason to get drunk," Billy, always the one to shift his excuses, flashed a snide smile. Regardless of whether or not you came, you new well that you would end up driving home with him reeled over in the backseat.

"Find a host I like first, then maybe I'll join you for once." His eyes lost their playful glimmer for a moment, as though you had actually said something more hurtful than the daily insults he threw your way. You wondered for a moment if he was truly self-aware of how many cuts he could make in a single conversation. Billy was often a reckless and angry man, and only more so when influenced by alcohol. And while you sometimes dallied in raves and parties, he was truly something else to witness. "I'm not your dedicated driver, Billy, and I don't like being around you when you're that far gone."

His face deviated, clearly irked that you would say you don't like his company. A little vexed smile graced his lips. It seemed that he had more to say, perhaps another offer, but you had no desire to reconsider, not today. You moved your hand, flat, square on his chest, and lightly pushed. He moved freely out of your way, watching your form begin to turn away. But as you were about to say goodbye, he caught your hand, demanding that you face him for a moment more.

"Gonna be up for visiting hours, then?" There was something odd about his voice. God forbid, but you dared say it was hope. You stared, mulling over the weight of responsibility with your schoolwork and the risk of being caught by your parents.

"If you show up shit-faced I wont be opening anything, got me?" Although you tried your best to sound serious, there was an inevitability that Billy would break his word. And no matter how much you wanted to, you knew that there would be no way you could turn him away. His eyes brightened again, and you understood that the night wouldn’t be nearly as relaxing as you’d hoped it would be.

Before either of you could say another word, the loud honk of Nancy's horn blared from across the parking lot. You quickly waved to the station wagon to indicate that you would be joining her shortly, and then turned to your lover.

"Don't do anything stupid," You quickly leaned in, gave a peck on his lips, and finally began to walk away.

"Don't be so concerned, sweetheart," He slipped a fresh cigarette in his mouth, and leaned in the open window of his Chevy to pull out a silver chrome lighter. With every step towards Nancy, you felt his eyes following. And only after entering the vehicle did you see him pull away.

Bet you thought I was dead. What’s it been, like 4 months since the last post? Well, no, i just have a new fixation >:)

Part 2 | Part 3

#billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #billy hargove imagine #stranger things billy #billy stranger things #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine

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rainfallnightmare · 6 months

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Chapter 1

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Florist Y/n x Bartender Sun, Moon, Lunar, Eclipse and BloodMoon

Fluff

Warning: None

Word counts: 1990

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April 17th

Y/n POV:

It was the near beginning of spring. This morning I was driving to my new store that needs to be set up. As I pulled up to my soon to be open store. I park my car as my phone goes off and I pick it up to see who was calling me.

“Great it’s her”

I sighed since it was my mother who was calling me. I never got along with my own mother as she was very strict, pushy and never let me have fun when I was just a kid. My breaking point was when she wouldn’t let me decide my future cause she wanted me to be a doctor or a lawyer. “Let's get this over with” I grumble to myself as I answer the call to see what my annoying mother wants. “Is there a reason why you are calling me?” I waited to hear what my mother had to say since all I heard on the other side of the phone were just random noises. After about a minute of quiet, mother just cussed me out then hung up. "That was something?" Putting my phone away as I got out of the car to go meet the old owner. "There they are, I hope your trip wasn't too terrible was it?" Denise, the old store owner said as she welcomed me inside the empty building. "Other than traffic being a bitch, it wasn't too terrible" I scratched the back of my head as I looked around the empty shop.

"Well I hope you make good use of this place, it would be great to see it be alive again" Denise smiled softly as she handed me the keys to the place. As she was chatting with me, she showed me where my new home will be. "I hope this will be as satisfying as a home and a shop" I smiled softly and nodded my head as I looked around the apartment. It was perfect to me as I can live how I want while I start my dream shop soon. "It's perfect, thank you for letting me have the place as I know it was precious to you" Denise chuckled softly and waved me off as she said that she was more than happy that it was in better hands now.

When Denise left me alone to my new home. I looked outside to see that a mover truck was waiting for me as it was now time to get unpacking. "Alright here to a new start" I said to myself as I headed outside to get help from the movers starting moving in my boxes and furniture.

It took about 20 minutes to have all of my belongings in the apartment once the movers left. Now here was the first day of me getting not only my apartment ready and set but I also have to start working on doing some repaint and design to the shop. I started my apartment first as I didn't have much to do and it was just me living here.

"Let's see, my living room is set, my bedroom is almost done and the kitchen is ready whenever I get hungry" I was nice to have my own place away from my toxic mother. As I carried over my last box to the bedroom. I looked out the window to see that I was next to a bar. "Celestial Light Bar, that is an interesting name for a bar" I chuckled softly as I started unpacking the box that had the rest of my belongings in. After I finished unpacking everything, I went to take a little break and layed in my new bed I bought.

"I'll start working on the shop tomorrow, I'm too tired to work on it today" I closed my eyes and relaxed a bit. I didn't realize that I ended up falling asleep. It was a long day for me because I didn't know that I was this tired.

April 18th

Beep beep beep

Hearing my phone alarm going off. I whine at the loud noise as I turn off the noisy phone. After a moment or two, I opened my eyes to see that I was in my new room. "So it wasn't a dream" I sighed in relief as I sat up and stretched.

As I got up and headed over to my dresser to get some clothes to change into. I jumped when I heard a loud slam open as I looked outside. A guy was thrown out of the bar as I watch to see a red like Moon bot came out of bar and crosses it metal arms. “This is interesting” As I watched what was happening, I could tell that the man must be totally wasted by how he staggered to get up. Soon as the guy started to yell at the animatronic that looks like he doesn’t give a damn.

“Go Home and sober up”

I was slightly surprised by the sound of this animatronic voice. A rough deep voice as it coldly tells the customer to leave was hot in my opinion. The man flipped the bot off as he staggered away while the bot turned around to head inside. Before it moved, my eyes widened as it turned its head towards my direction and looked at me. I held my breath as it stared before giving me a simple smile as it went inside the bar.

“I…okay then?” Shaking my head a bit, I went back over and got dressed as I grabbed the keys. Once that happened, I left my apartment and locked it as I headed to my car to head to the store. “Alright, let go get those paints and brushes as I can get started repainting the store's walls” I said to myself as I started to car and drove to the store.

After some time passed, I got what I needed and headed back to my place. Parking my car, I got out and went to my trunk and opened it to see the two paint cans I bought and a few bags with brushes and other things in it. “Let's get these inside and set up so I can start painting” I grabbed the bags first and hung them in on my arms while I grabbed two paint cans and shut my trunk as I headed over to the door.

As I place the paint cans down. I tried to get my keys to unlock the door but I ended up dropping them. “*Sighs* This is my luck” As I crouch down to pick up my keys. I look to see another animatronic outside of the bar cleaning the windows as if it was like a sun but more of an eclipse look. “Take a picture, it’ll last much longer” The animatronic said as it stopped and looked at me. “Oh i'm sorry, I just happened to look and saw you and was surprised” I said quickly getting up as I fumble around to get the right key to unlock the door quickly. “Sure I’ll believe that” The animatronic chuckled softly as it was about to go back to work but then stopped for a moment. “You're not from around here are you sir/ma’am?” I shook my head as I found the key and unlocked the shop's door.

“I just moved here yesterday” I said to the bot as I gathered the paint can’s and opened the door. Before I headed in, I turned to the animatronic and waved goodbye to them. “Well it’s nice to know you… Eclipse” The animatronic said as I tilted my head in confusion. “Eclipse is my name” Eclipse said as he went back to cleaning the windows. “I see, well I’ll see you around then Eclipse” I said to him as I headed inside the shop and closed the door before I set everything down onto the floor. “Alright time to start painting!”

45 minutes later

“Alright the first coat of paint is now on, got to let it dry before I put on another coat of paint” I sighed softly and went over to crack the door open to let the paint smell out so it can dry quicker. As I took a seat onto the ground and looked around. I started to think about what to do since it was gonna be a bit til the paint dries. “Hmm maybe having a look at the bar next door wouldn’t hurt since I got nothing better to do right now” Getting up and looking at myself to see how bad I need to change. I went up to my apartment and took a quick shower while I got new clothes to wear for the rest of the day.

Once I was ready, I grabbed my keys and headed out the door as I locked it then headed to the bar next door. As I opened the door and walked inside. I was amazed by the celestial theme and how big it was as there were a lot of people here. Looking around while I walked over to the bar, I stopped to not just see one but five different animatronics. Eclipse and the red moon looking one was amongst the five with another sun like animatronic and two moon like ones.

“Sunny, we have another customer!” The light blue moon animatronic said as he looked at me with a cute smile. The sun animatronic looked to see me and smiled as the rays on its head danced around happily. “Your right Lunar, go welcome them!” The Sun animatronic said as the one named Lunar came over to where I was and greeted me with a bright smile.

“Welcome sir/ma’am, we hope you enjoy yourself here at celestial light” Lunar said as he guided me over to the bar where the other four were standing. “I see that we meet again sir/ma’am” Eclipse said with a soft chuckle as the red moon animatronic did the same as the moon and Sun animatronics turned to look at the both of them. “You know them Eclipse” The Moon animatronic said as Eclipse shook his head and turned to look at me. “Their our new neighbor next door” Eclipse said as he got down and pulled something out from the bottom and placed a menu in front of me. “A new neighbor, how exciting to hear!” The Sun animatronic said as he held his hand out to me.

“I’m Sun but you can call me sunny, these four are Eclipse that you met already, Lunar who just greeted you, Moon my twin brother and lastly BloodMoon” Sun introduced me to everyone as we shook hands. “I’m Y/n, I just moved here yesterday” I said smiling softly before I looked at the menu that Eclipse gave me not that long ago. “So you're very much a newbie in this town” Moon said as I nodded my head and looked at each of the animatronics. This was the first time I had an actual full on conversation with live animatronics. “So you're all bartenders huh?” I placed the menu down for now as everyone nodded their heads.

“Very popular ones to say the least” BloodMoon spoke as he leaned against the counter and grinned at me proudly. “I see, so what kind of drinks do y'all make?” I ask them personally even tho I could have looked at the menu. “Well sir/ma’am, each of us have our own theme drinks that are special to just your usual normal every day drink you can think of and more” Sun smirks as he places his elbows on the counter and leans against his hand before giving me a wink.

“Really huh, well then I would like to try on of those special drinks if you don’t mind~”

#dca au #aus #dca fandom #eclipse x reader #moondrop x reader #sundrop x reader #lunar x reader #bloodmoon x reader #nature finest addition #nfa y/n #nfa lunar #nfa eclipse #nfa moon #nfa sun #nfa bloodmoon #fnaf sb au

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rarepears · 1 year

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more sqq harem pls 🙏

Qi Qingqi is still going to make disparaging comments about Shen Jiu. Like "oh so he prefers mortal women because they can't pose any threat to him" and "interesting how none of these women have families that could protect them or even make a fuss about Shen Jiu's vile actions... he preys on the weak and helpless". Naturally she also doesn't let go of the opportunity to scoff at Shen Jiu's "arrogance, parading about like he's an emperor with so many in his harem" since cultivators pretty much never have harems - that's such a mortal thing to do.

Because Shen Jiu now has a harem, he can no longer live in his bamboo cottage - it's far too crowded for three to live in, much less a whole harem of a dozen women. Thus, Shen Jiu finds himself moving into the ostentatious manor that was his shizun's residence before he ascended.

Shen Jiu didn't really spend much money before; other than the veneer of wealth that he imposed upon himself - really, how many outfits and hair crowns did he really need to buy for himself when the sect leader always piled so much finery upon him, as though he was afraid that Shen Jiu's low upbringing would be revealed through his taste in fashion - he lived very frugally and simply. His bamboo cottage was modest and had few decorations. What few decorations on the walls were indeed considered expensive luxuries, but that was only because it was handmade by Shen Qingqiu himself.

But now that he has a group of women all depending upon him - not just depending on his actions but also his reputation because he knew that everyone would be taking their cues on how to interact and respect, or not respect, his "concubines" from him - Shen Jiu knew he had to change things. Merely ensuring they were dressed in expensive silks and fed the finest meals were only the bare essentials. He arranges ways for his ladies to show off their talents - and truly, they are talented in the arts in ways that cultivators, always arrogantly looking down on mortals and especially on prostitutes and women, never expect - in addition to teaching them new skills so that they can help him manage the peak.

His peak learns that to disobey his concubines is to earn the most severe punishments. But... in a way, they've also gained a dozen new mothers motherhenning over them.

(Not that teenagers appreciate that in the moment.)

Moreover, he has to manage - mediate - any disagreements between his concubines; thankfully none are those harem plots, perhaps because they are all aware that they are surrounded by cultivators who are not pleased by their presence in the sect at all or perhaps they've heard enough of Shen Jiu's complaints to add up that the sect was full of hostile ill-intent individuals. Luckily, the older courtesans (who've also known Shen Jiu longer) help him manage the arguments over missing garments and fights over the last slice of the cake.

[More in the #liu qingge is the reason why shen jiu has a harem now AU]

#svsss ideas #svsss #scum villain self saving system #the scum villain's self saving system #svsss au #shen jiu #shen qingqiu #liu qingge #liu qingge is the reason why shen jiu has a harem now AU

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princesssarisa · 1 month

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In Cinderella Tales From Around the World, I've now read all the tales from the United States and Canada. Most of these variants are Native American; some scholars think the archetype of Cinderella spread to these tribes from French Canadian settlers, but the indigenous people made it their own. There are also some US and Canadian variants from non-indigenous sources, which the book follows with two similar versions from the West Indies.

*The first Native American variant in this book is an Ojibwe version. The heroine is abused by her stepmother and two stepsisters, but a manitou (spirit) gives her fine clothes and a magical box in which to secretly store them. Some time later, the stepmother sends her to fetch water, and along the way the girl meets her grandmother, who warns her that she'll hear music, but not to look back in its direction – if she succeeds in not looking back, she'll become more beautiful than ever. She does, so one of the stepsisters sets out to the same place to gain new beauty too, but she ignores the grandmother's warning, looks back, and turns ugly. Some time after this, a dance takes place, the heroine attends wearing the dress the manitou gave her, and the chief's son falls in love with her and marries her. But after she gives birth to a son, the stepmother sticks a magic pin in her that turns her into an elk, and one of the stepsisters takes her place. Yet as in similar European variants, every day the elk comes back to nurse her baby, and eventually her husband finds her and pulls out the pin, restoring her to human form. He then has the stepmother and stepsisters executed.

*Another variant, from the Mi'kmaq and Algonquin peoples, is one I grew up with: it's been adapted into two picture books, The Rough-Face Girl and Sootface, and as "The Indian Cinderella" in an episode of the cartoon series Adventures from the Book of Virtues. The heroine lives with her father and her two cruel older sisters, who destroy her beauty by burning her with hot coals, singing off her hair and leaving her face covered with scars. Meanwhile, near their village lives a great, mystical chief or warrior who is invisible, or who can make himself invisible. Every girl in the village wants to marry him, including the two sisters, and they all dress in their finest to go and meet him. But the Invisible One will only marry a maiden who can see him, so his (visible) sister meets each one of them, and tests them by asking what his sled-strap and bowstring are made of. All the maidens, including the heroines' sisters, tell lies and are sent away. But the heroine dresses herself in improvised clothes and goes too, despite all her neighbors jeering at how ugly and shabby she looks. When the Invisible One's sister asks the usual question, she replies that his sled-strap is the rainbow and his bowstring is the Milky Way. This is the true answer. The sister then bathes her, which makes her hair grow back and heals her burn scars to reveal her natural beauty, and she marries the Invisible One.

**There's also a Huron variant on this story, with long additional episodes where suitors court the two older sisters, but they disdain the men, set near-impossible tasks for them, and when they succeed, finally say they'll marry them only when they've finished embroidering fabrics for the wedding. They force their younger sister to do the embroidery for them, but every night, like Penelope in The Odyssey, they undo some of it. Eventually, however, a great invisible chief comes to call, and the older sisters lie that they can see him but describe him inaccurately, while the youngest sister describes his true, otherworldly appearance and becomes his bride.

*The Zuñi tribe has a variant called The Turkey Girl, which stands apart from most others by having a sad ending. The heroine is a poor orphan, who either lives alone or with abusive sisters depending on the version, and earns her living by herding turkeys. One day a sacred dance is held and she longs to attend, so her turkeys magically wash her and dress her in finery and jewelry. But they warn her to come back before sunset to lead them home and feed them. The girl promises to do so, but at the dance she enjoys herself so much that she doesn't bother to go home in time. She comes back after dark to find that all the turkeys have fled into the wild, abandoning her to loneliness and poverty. This tale seems to be an allegory, warning poor people whose fortunes improve not to forget their old friends or be ungrateful to those who helped them.

*The book also includes retellings of Perrault's Cendrillon from Canada, the Southern US (written in slave dialect), the Bahamas, and Martinique. They're not different enough from from Perrault's version to warrant descriptions, but it's interesting to see the story told with each of these places' local flavors and dialects.

@ariel-seagull-wings, @adarkrainbow, @themousefromfantasyland

#cinderella #fairy tale #variations #cinderella tales from around the world #heidi ann heiner #native american #ojibwe #mi'kmaq #algonquin #zuni #french canadian #southern usa #african american #the west indies #the bahamas #martinique

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perpetualcynicism · 2 years

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time to make my modern au!cyno brainrots everybody’s problem… (these are mainly appearance-oriented, with a couple of other details thrown in at the end.)

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first of all, he paints his nails black, and that is an indisputable fact.

he also wears lots of jewellery— for example, you never see him without the silver charm bracelet worn around his left wrist, decorated with little metal ankhs and eyes of ra and scarab beetles. he also sometimes wears a large, gold bangle bracelet on his right arm (and if you look closer, you’ll realise that it actually has a little snake-like head: it’s a simplified design of ouroboros made into jewellery, basically), the metal inlaid with little lines of hieroglyphs cyno engraved himself that, when translated, is probably his favourite quote from a book he read some while ago. true to his official design, he does also wear a black choker (and occasionally an eye of horus or ankh pendant on a thin gold chain, too.)

in addition to jewellery, i like to think that he has a fair amount of piercings— namely lip, eyebrow and ears. there’s a small metal hoop on the side of his bottom lip, and a couple of studs on his eyebrow, sometimes silver, sometimes gold. he definitely wears a lot of earrings: on each ear he has two helix piercings on which he wears a pair of little gold rings, reminiscent of the piercings on his headdress and hood in his official design. he also alternates between wearing two large, golden hoops in addition to these little rings, or one large hoop on his right ear and a little ankh earring on his left, a delicate silver chain linking the hanging symbol to the two rings on his helix.

he also has a couple of tattoos here and there. for example, he has a tattoo on the inside of each wrist: on his right, an eye of horus, and on his left, an eye of ra. they’re very small— only about a centimetre and a half in length— but he’s very fond of them nonetheless. he has a larger tattoo of a detailed winged scarab that spans the centre of his back and reaches his shoulder blades.

cyno wears his hair down almost all of the time, excluding the few rare occasions when he ties it up into a quick bun or low ponytail. he uses either an almond or coconut shampoo and his hair smells so nice; it’s a subtle scent, but always there. his hair is also unbelievably soft— i kid you not when i say it feels like literal silk. that’s how smooth it is. if you run your fingers through his hair, you sometimes have to double check whether it’s really locks of hair you’re touching and not silk. i cannot emphasise enough how soft his hair is.

he is quite susceptible to bedheads, but somehow he manages to look divine even when stray threads of hair are strewn across his face and the odd curl sticking up in a funny direction: if anything, he looks endearing, as though his hair has been deciding on the perfect way to frame his features in the early morning hours.

i’ve said this many times before, but his eyelashes are naturally very long, and a snowy white colour to match his hair. they’re also very soft. in fact, they feel a little like cobwebs; their brush so incredibly light and gentle that each individual hair, too, seems to be spun from the finest spider’s silk.

(basically, cyno’s hair and eyelashes = silk.)

sometimes (though this happens very rarely), when he’s going to some formal event, he lines the edges of his eyes with a little dusting of red or gold eyeshadow (similar to xiao’s in-game makeup.) it makes the striking ruby of his eyes all the more captivating.

clothing-wise, he’s quite minimalistic: i’d say his style is sort of sleek-but-casual. to be honest, in this particular modern au, i don’t see him wearing a hoodie or anything like that— rather, i think he’d wear things more along the lines of a black turtleneck jumper, for example, paired with simple black trousers and possibly a belt. maybe also a long trench coat that’s either also black or dark grey. he doesn’t go too flashy with clothing generally because one, he can effortlessly pull off even the most simple of outfits and look stunning in them, and two, he wears a lot of accessories, which is where most people’s attention is drawn to.

he does, all in all, have a very striking appearance: his dark clothing (usually black, occasionally with undertones of indigo and grey) contrasts with the gold and silver of his various accessories dotted around his features, and this paired with his pale, snow-white hair only further brings out his incredible eyes the colour of vermillion and sunset.

literally everyone is swooning over him, and really, who can blame them?

now, a few headcanons unrelated to appearance…

he either plays the flute or the harp, or both, and spends a fair amount of time practicing each day (although virtually nobody knows about his musical talent because he never really tells anyone: only the few people close to him are aware of this.) he also has a very busy schedule, and not much free time.

he has a black shorthair oriental with huge, golden eyes named bastet (whom he calls ‘bast’ for short), because of course he does. he is very gentle with bastet, and on a whole surprisingly good with animals: he’s calm and forthright, and good at dealing with problems quickly and with a level head. (don’t tell anyone, but he picks up and feeds stray kittens whenever he stumbles across them, and takes care of them until he can ensure a safe, new home for them.)

his soft side hardly ever comes out around other people, though. in public, cyno carries himself with an aloof demeanour, often coming across as cold or disinterested, and has a very curt, blunt manner of dealing with things. he tends to speak his mind, and doesn’t soften truths for sensitive ears; but somehow that only draws people to him further, intrigued by the unintentional air of mystery he paints around himself.

but despite having unknowingly captured the hearts of virtually everyone he comes across, only a mere few have been brave enough to approach and get to know him. once they do, they find that this famously intimidating and stern figure has a soft spot for puns, bad jokes, and card games. they also find that he is surprisingly considerate and understanding (though he only shows this in subtle ways and would never outwardly admit it), in stark contrast to how he usually presents himself. he doesn’t really care for anyone other than these select few people, holding them close to his heart, and brushes off everyone else’s attention. (he is aware that many people seem to like him, but he doesn’t know just how many people this is, and how much they like him.)

and finally, can i just say… cyno is a really good kisser, okay? hear me out: despite claiming to have no prior experience in relationships because nobody else ever caught his interest the way you have, he somehow knows just the right way to make your knees weak and legs buckle beneath you with each kiss, effortlessly leaving you lightheaded with half-lidded eyes every time you break away for air.

(oh— and he knows that he has this effect on you. he knows exactly what he’s doing, and takes full advantage of that fact.)

#oh and you know how i mentioned cyno’s wrist tattoos?#if you kiss the insides of his wrists on the tattoos‚ he WILL melt.#apologies for any typos or errors because this is mostly unedited and it is once again an ungodly hour of night #genshin impact x reader #cyno #cyno x reader

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Valora and Vaegon Targaryen

Valora

valora targaryen was born amidst the flames of ambition and the icy winds of the north in the year 105 AC, the eldest daughter of daemon targaryen and evelyn stark. from her first breath, she exuded the fiery spirit and indomitable will of her targaryen ancestors, a true dragon in the making. with hair as pale as winter's snow and eyes as green as the forests of the north, valora was a vision of beauty and strength from the moment she entered the world. her presence commanded attention, her every movement imbued with the grace and confidence of a dragon in flight. raised amidst the splendor of the red keep, valora embraced her targaryen heritage with pride, her spirit unyielding in the face of adversity. from a young age, she displayed a fierce independence and a hunger for greatness that set her apart from her peers. as she grew, valora's martial prowess became evident, her skill with sword and bow rivaled only by her ferocity in battle. she trained tirelessly alongside the knights and warriors of house stark and house targaryen, honing her abilities to a razor's edge in preparation for the challenges that lay ahead. yet, beneath her fiery exterior, valora harbored a deep sense of duty and loyalty to her family and her house. she stood as a steadfast defender of house stark and house targaryen, her unwavering resolve a beacon of hope amidst the chaos and uncertainty of the times.

on a first glance at valora targaryen, one would be struck by her commanding presence and fierce beauty, a true reflection of her noble heritage. adorned in garments of the finest targaryen silk and stark wool, her attire speaks of both elegance and strength, tailored to accentuate her slender form and martial prowess. around her neck, a simple yet elegant pendant hangs, fashioned in the shape of a dragon's wing, a subtle nod to her targaryen lineage. her ears are adorned with small silver earrings, their intricate designs reminiscent of the sigils of house stark and house targaryen, a testament to her dual heritage. in her hair, braids cascade like rivers of silver, woven with small gems and crystals that catch the light with every movement. her attire is practical yet refined, allowing for ease of movement on the battlefield while still maintaining a regal air befitting her noble birth.

as one spends more time in the company of valora, additional details about her character and personality would gradually come to light, revealing the complexity and depth of her nature. beyond her martial prowess and noble bearing, valora possesses a strength of character that is evident in every aspect of her being. she is fiercely independent and unyielding in the face of adversity, her resolve unwavering even in the darkest of times. valora's sense of duty to her family and her house runs deep, guiding her every action and decision. she is fiercely loyal to those she holds dear, willing to sacrifice everything to ensure their safety and prosperity. while Valora may project an aura of fierceness and determination, those who know her well understand that beneath her stoic exterior lies a heart filled with compassion and empathy. she cares deeply for the welfare of others, and will go to great lengths to help those in need, regardless of their station. despite her prowess on the battlefield, valora possesses a keen intellect and insatiable thirst for knowledge. she is well-read and well-versed in a variety of subjects, from history and politics to philosophy and literature, and enjoys engaging in stimulating conversations with those who share her intellectual curiosity. valora holds a deep reverence for the traditions and customs of her noble lineage, particularly those of house stark and house targaryen. she takes pride in upholding the values of honor, duty, and loyalty that have guided her family for generations, and seeks to preserve their legacy for future generations to come. despite her outward strength and confidence, valora grapples with her own inner demons and insecurities, struggling to reconcile the expectations placed upon her by society with her own desires and ambitions. she wrestles with doubts and fears in the quiet moments of solitude, a reminder of her own humanity amidst the chaos of the world.

if valora truly trusts someone, they would be granted access to the deepest chambers of her heart and soul, revealing aspects of her character that she guards fiercely from the outside world. behind the armor of her fierce demeanor lies a vulnerability that she rarely shows to others. to those she trusts implicitly, valora would reveal her fears, doubts, and insecurities, allowing them to see the cracks in her facade and the struggles she faces in her quest for greatness. despite her outward stoicism, valora experiences a depth of emotion that runs as deep as the ocean. In moments of trust and intimacy, she would share her joys and sorrows, her triumphs and failures, allowing others to glimpse the full spectrum of her humanity. true strength, in valora's eyes, lies not in the absence of weakness, but in the ability to confront and overcome it. to those she trusts, she would reveal the true extent of her resilience and fortitude, showing them the depths of her courage and determination in the face of adversity. valora's trust is a precious gift, bestowed upon only a select few who have proven themselves worthy of her confidence. to those she trusts implicitly, she would offer her unwavering loyalty and support, standing by their side through thick and thin, no matter the cost. beneath her steely exterior, valora possesses a deep well of compassion and empathy for others. to those she trusts, she would extend a hand of kindness and understanding, offering comfort and solace in times of need and guidance in times of uncertainty.

valora's dragon hatching occurred during a momentous event in her life, marking a pivotal turning point in her journey as a dragonrider. the hatching took place amidst the fiery splendor of dragonstone, where ancient legends and prophecies whispered of the return of dragons to the world. the dragon that emerged from its egg bore a striking resemblance to its fiery heritage, its scales shimmering like molten gold in the light of the flames. With wings outstretched and eyes ablaze with primal fury, it exuded an aura of power and majesty that left all who beheld it in awe. as the flames subsided and the dragon took its first tentative steps, valora knew that she had been chosen for a greater purpose. with a heart full of courage and determination, she approached the dragon, extending her hand in a gesture of trust and friendship. in that moment, a bond was forged between valora and her dragon, a bond that transcended mere words and actions. zhe named her dragon "aurora," in honor of the fiery dawn that heralded the birth of a new era for house targaryen.

-valora is not only a skilled warrior but also a masterful dragonrider. she shares a deep bond with her dragon, aurora, and together they are an unstoppable force on the battlefield, their connection allowing them to anticipate each other's movements with uncanny precision. -valora possesses a keen strategic mind, able to devise cunning battle plans and outmaneuver her opponents with ease. she understands the importance of timing and positioning in warfare, using her intellect to turn the tide of battle in her favor. -despite her fiery temperament, valora is known for her level-headedness and pragmatism. she serves as a voice of reason and counsel to her family and allies, offering sage advice and guidance in times of crisis. -valora has a deep-seated sense of justice and compassion, often using her position of power to champion the rights of the downtrodden and oppressed. she is fiercely protective of those under her care, willing to lay down her life to ensure their safety and well-being. -valora is acutely aware of the weight of her family's legacy and the expectations placed upon her as a scion of house targaryen. she strives to honor the memory of her ancestors and uphold the values of honor, duty, and loyalty that have guided her house for generations. -valora is a lifelong learner, constantly seeking to expand her horizons and deepen her understanding of the world around her. She is well-versed in a variety of subjects, from history and politics to the arcane mysteries of magic and prophecy. -beneath her fierce exterior, valora possesses a heart as passionate and fiery as the dragons of old. she is driven by a burning desire to leave her mark on the world, to carve out a legacy worthy of her noble lineage and the dragonblood that flows through her veins.

Vaegon

vaegon targaryen, the youngest son of daemon targaryen and evelyn stark, emerged into the world amidst the swirling mists of the north in the year 113 AC. unlike his fiery sister, valora, vaegon bore a striking resemblance to his mother, with hair as black as midnight and eyes as violet as the evening sky. from a young age, vaegon displayed a quiet and contemplative nature, his thoughts often turning inward as he pondered the mysteries of the world around him. while his sister reveled in the thrill of battle and courtly intrigue, vaegon found solace in the tranquil solitude of the godswood, where he communed with the spirits of his ancestors beneath the whispering leaves of the ancient weirwood trees. though he lacked his sister's outward bravado, vaegon possessed a strength of character and resilience that set him apart. he was steadfast and unwavering in his loyalty to his family and his house, his every action guided by a sense of duty and honor that echoed the ancient oaths sworn by his forebears. as he matured, vaegon's strength and determination became evident to all who knew him, his quiet resolve a testament to the indomitable spirit of jouse stark and house targaryen. he trained diligently in the martial arts, honing his skills with sword and shield under the watchful eye of seasoned warriors, his every movement infused with a grace and precision that belied his youth. despite his reserved nature, vaegon possessed a fiery passion that burned brightly within him, a flame fueled by the dragonblood that flowed through his veins. though he may not have sought out glory or renown like his sister, he was no less determined to leave his mark on the world, to carve out a legacy worthy of his noble lineage and the ancient traditions of his house.

on a first glance at vaegon, one would be struck by his understated elegance and quiet strength, a true reflection of his noble lineage and character. adorned in garments of the finest northern wool and targaryen silk, his attire speaks of both practicality and refinement, tailored to accentuate his slender form and martial prowess. around his neck, vaegon wears a simple pendant fashioned from silver, bearing the sigils of house stark and house targaryen intertwined, a symbol of his dual heritage and unwavering loyalty to both. his ears are unadorned, his preference for simplicity and functionality evident in every aspect of his appearance. in his hair, vaegon's midnight-black locks are neatly trimmed and styled, framing his face with a sense of quiet dignity and resolve.

as one spends more time in the company of vaegon, additional details about his personality would gradually come to light, revealing the depth and complexity of his nature. beyond his reserved demeanor, vaegon possesses a keen intellect and sharp wit. he is well-read and well-versed in a variety of subjects, from history and strategy to philosophy and politics. in conversations, he demonstrates a depth of insight and understanding that belies his quiet nature. while vaegon may appear stoic on the surface, those who know him well understand that he experiences a full range of emotions beneath the mask of his composure. he is capable of great empathy and compassion, though he may not always show it openly. vaegon's sense of duty to his family and his house is unwavering, guiding his every action and decision. he takes his responsibilities seriously, willing to sacrifice his own desires for the greater good of those he serves. vaegon possesses a strategic mind, able to analyze situations and anticipate outcomes with remarkable clarity. He is skilled at devising plans and strategies, often serving as a valuable advisor to his family and allies in times of need. above all, vaegon is a loyal and dependable companion, steadfast in his support of those he cares about. he is a man of his word, his loyalty unwavering even in the face of adversity. vaegon finds solace and inspiration in the natural world, often seeking out moments of quiet contemplation amidst the beauty of the northern wilderness. He has a deep reverence for the ancient traditions of his house and the sacred bond between the starks and the land.

if vaegon truly trusts someone, they would be granted access to the deepest chambers of his heart and soul, revealing aspects of his character that he guards fiercely from the outside world. behind his stoic exterior lies a vulnerability that he rarely shows to others. to those he trusts implicitly, vaegon would reveal his fears, doubts, and insecurities, allowing them to see the inner struggles and complexities that shape his character. though he may appear reserved, vaegon experiences a depth of emotion that runs as deep as the ocean. in moments of trust and intimacy, he would share his joys and sorrows, his triumphs and failures, allowing others to glimpse the full spectrum of his humanity. true strength, in vaegon's eyes, lies not in the absence of weakness, but in the ability to confront and overcome it. to those he trusts, he would reveal the true extent of his resilience and fortitude, showing them the depths of his courage and determination in the face of adversity. vaegon's trust is a precious gift, bestowed upon only a select few who have proven themselves worthy of his confidence. To those he trusts implicitly, he would offer his unwavering loyalty and support, standing by their side through thick and thin, no matter the cost. beneath his reserved demeanor, vaegon possesses a deep well of compassion and empathy for others. to those he trusts, he would extend a hand of kindness and understanding, offering comfort and solace in times of need and guidance in times of uncertainty.

vaegon's journey to hatch his dragon was a tale of patience, perseverance, and spiritual awakening. unlike his sister valora, whose dragon hatched amidst the fiery splendor of dragonstone, vaegon's encounter with his dragon took place in the heart of the northern wilderness, amidst the ancient forests of the wolfswood. it was during a pilgrimage to the sacred grove of the old gods that vaegon experienced a profound spiritual awakening, his senses attuned to the whispers of the wind and the rustle of leaves. as he knelt before the towering weirwood tree, lost in silent communion with the spirits of his ancestors, a feeling of peace and serenity washed over him, filling him with a sense of purpose and clarity. in that moment of transcendent connection, vaegon felt a stirring deep within his soul, as if something ancient and primal had awakened within him. and then, with a deafening roar that echoed through the forest, a dragon emerged from the depths of the grove, its scales shimmering like emeralds in the dappled sunlight. unlike the fearsome dragons of old, this dragon possessed a serene and ethereal beauty, its form wreathed in wisps of mist and shadow. Its eyes, like pools of liquid silver, bore into vaegon's soul, filling him with a sense of wonder and awe. in that instant, vaegon knew that he had been chosen by the spirits of the forest to become a dragonrider, a guardian of the ancient bond between the starks and the land. with a heart full of reverence and gratitude, he approached the dragon, extending his hand in a gesture of trust and acceptance. and so, amidst the whispering trees of the wolfswood, vaegon forged a bond with his dragon, a bond that transcended the boundaries of time and space. he named his dragon "silvershade," in honor of its shimmering scales and the mystical aura that surrounded it, a testament to the sacred connection between man and beast, spirit and flesh.

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-vaegon possesses a deep connection to the mystical and magical forces that permeate the world of westeros. he is attuned to the ancient energies of the land, often finding solace and guidance in the whispers of the old gods and the spirits of his ancestors. -espite his martial upbringing, vaegon possesses a hidden talent for the arts. he is skilled in the practice of calligraphy and painting, often finding inspiration in the natural beauty of the northern landscape and the intricate patterns of the night sky. -vaegon is an avid reader and collector of books, with a vast library of tomes and scrolls that span a wide range of subjects. he finds solace in the written word, often losing himself in the pages of ancient texts and epic tales of heroism and adventure. -vaegon's thirst for knowledge knows no bounds, driving him to seek out new experiences and explore the mysteries of the world around him. he is a lifelong learner, constantly seeking to expand his horizons and deepen his understanding of the world and its inhabitants. -vaegon is deeply spiritual, with a reverence for the ancient traditions and rituals of his house and the mystical forces that govern the world. he spends hours in quiet contemplation and meditation, seeking to commune with the spirits of his ancestors and gain insight into the mysteries of the cosmos. -despite his targaryen heritage, vaegon holds a deep love for the morth and its people, seeing himself as a guardian of the ancient traditions and values that define the region. he is fiercely protective of the north and its way of life, willing to defend it against any who would seek to threaten its sovereignty.

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