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yzzart · 1 year

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— Just a surprise.

characters: Aemond Targaryen x (F)Targaryen!reader.

summary: your uncle decides to take you to a place you never dared to go.

warnings: incest, SMUT (18+!!!!), sexual content, sexual description, explicit language & inspired by episode 4.

word count: 5.988!

english's not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes!

"The day was quite unbearable, you deserve to rest now."

Your father said subtly to you, as he escorted you to your room. You said it wasn't necessary, as you had the castle guards for that, but Daemon didn't miss the opportunity to take his daughter to her quarters.

In fact, he wanted to see if a certain one-eyed man was waiting for you in your room. — A father's instinct screamed at Daemon.

Daemon realized how close you and Aemond had been since your family's arrival back at King's Landing. And he acknowledged that you two grew up together, before you left for Dragonstone, but that didn't mean he trusted his nephew. — He wanted that man away from you.

Little did Daemon know that his daughter and nephew were in a relationship under the covers.

"Since our arrival, the days have been unbearable here." — You let out your frustration and soon the eldest responds with a laugh. Daemon shook his head as he realized how much you looked like him. A genuine smile tugged at your lips when you heard the laughter.

"Don't tell your mother or grandfather that."

Your footsteps echoed down the cold, empty hallway, lit by candles. A question of where the guards were went through your head, but you know that upon your entrance to your quarters, your father would summon them to your door.

The walk ended when you reached the pure wooden doors. Daemon sensed that his nephew might be in your room, eagerly awaiting your presence. — He felt it because the rebel prince did the same thing to your mother.

"I can't wait to find my bed." — Without disguising the happiness at finally having some time to rest, you run your hands to the doors to open them. Your father wastes no time and tries to observe if there was something wrong or someone inside your room.

He can't take a broad view and decides to step forward to see better, you notice the strange action.

"Dad?" — You frowned, questioning the older man's action, and then crossing your arms waiting for some answer or explanation. Daemon just looked away from your room and stared at you, his lips moving restlessly.

"Just seeing that the servants cleaned your room well." — He lied. You know very well when your father's lying to you but at that moment you only wanted to know one thing: rest. — So you chose to ignore the assumption that he could be lying to you.

"Sȳz bantis, issa jorrāelagon." (Good night, my dear.) — Daemon interrupted any plans of your to ask more and then began to say goodbye. He left a small kiss on your forehead, showing affection, you closed your eyes enjoying the feeling of protection.

"Sȳz bantis." (Good night.) — You replied back. Your father looked at your quarters again, but it was only for a short time. A genuine smile was given to you and footsteps were exclaimed again, and soon the sound disappeared.

You entered your room, quickly, and closed the doors immediately. — A sigh of relief was released by you, finally some alone time. Since the trip you didn't get that chance.

You needed to be alone for a while. Being the oldest of all her half-siblings had its advantages and disadvantages, and one of those disadvantages was putting up with all the talk about being the future heir to the throne. — You hated having to put up with it all.

Silence was everything to you.

You shrugged your shoulders around the huge room. Your thoughts were the only ones with you, keeping you simple and small company. Only your breathing and your footsteps were heard by that place.

An unpleasantly high-pitched sound was exclaimed by his ears, interrupting his thoughts. That got your attention, not in a good way and you tried to find where that noise was coming from. — Your head turned towards the large windows, plated in silver and accompanied by glass, and you could see small stones being thrown against them.

You didn't hide the feeling of curiosity invading your body, even though it was dangerous to go after it and find out who was doing it. To the gods' misfortune, you headed for the windows, ready to discover the originator of the noise.

Approaching your steps to the windows, you are surprised by the scene you were witnessing.

Aemond, wearing his leather cape and pure black, with a handful of rocks in his hand aimed at your window. He was trying to get her attention and apparently he got it. — Seeing that you have appeared, he throws the remaining stones onto the ground as they were completely useless at the time.

Your prince wanted to see you.

Aemond wasn't that far from you or your windows, but he was far enough away to call you discreetly without anyone seeing.

You faced the prince with an infectious smile, delighted with the unexpected presence of the eldest. A nostalgic feeling invaded your mind — Aemond did that to you, when you were kids, whenever you hadn't had time with each other, the boy would always take a chance and enjoy the night with you.

Aemond was determined to go into his room, and began taking quick steps toward his window doors. You understand the prince's plan and open one of the doors, waiting for his arrival.

"It was time." — The older man said mockingly as he entered your room, standing in front of you. You didn't have a full view of Aemond's face because of the hood that covered his entire head. You rolled your eyes at the speech.

"Forgive me if i prefer to enjoy the few seconds of rest rather than notice you, my dear uncle." — You returned the same mocking tone to the prince, challenging him with your gaze. The small part you can see of Aemond's face was being illuminated by moonlight, the curve of his lips caught your eye.

Deciding to ignore your teasing, Aemond only extols his typical low "Mm".

Aemond's one eye dropped to your lips, which felt so irresistible in that very moment, he missed the sweet sensation of them. He wanted to feel the feel of your soft lips against his rough lips. — Aemond was controlling himself not to commit an act at that very moment.

Innocently or not, you ran your tongue between your lips, letting them shine against the only natural light that inhabited that place. Your gaze remained fixed on the older man.

A surprised reaction was seen on Aemond's covered face, his bold action was the last straw for that feared prince but he promised himself he would control himself. — He had one thing in mind.

Your uncle wouldn't admit to being teased by you.

Aemond's eye darted around your dimly lit room, as if he were looking for something of interest to him. It was difficult to find the fabric he was looking for because of the darkness.

Aemond added small steps to approach you, almost bumping his body with yours, and leans towards your ear.

"Get your cloak, I'll take you to a place." — The deep voice echoed in your ear, sending a shiver through your entire body. It was so ridiculous to realize that your body was sensitive to Aemond, and he liked to know that.

An expression of confusion and curiosity was seen on your face, but Aemond decided to ignore it and nodded toward the fabric tossing on the floor beside your bed. — An immense desire to ask about the eldest's future plans crossed your mind but you decided to keep silent.

Obeying the prince and not wanting to waste any time, you guided your steps towards the black fabric lying on the cold floor. You hadn't even realized it was there and the possibility that the servants had forgotten it there crossed your mind. — Either way, you wouldn't complain or threaten them, you didn't care about anything at that moment.

The completely black fabric hugged your body, hiding the long dress of pure silk. The cover was thick but not too suffocating for you. — There were some dents but nothing stopped you from moving your hands to fix it.

Aemond admired your actions against the fabric and a dismay crept into his face as he saw your body was fully covered. He loved admiring your curves in that dress.

You walked back to your uncle, warning him that you had already obeyed his request and waiting for the eldest to tell you where the two of you were going or leave a miserable clue. — To your misfortune, he remained silent and directed you out of your quarters, closing the door so that nothing could intrude or enter the place.

And Aemond didn't miss a chance to hold your hand.

Aemond's grip on her hand was passionate. He held you attentively, as if you were going to part with him and you would never do that, there was no reason or reason for the inconvenience. — The feel of the rough, cold and large hand against your soft and small hand made your cheeks change to a reddish hue.

Lucky for you, Aemond was too focused on getting away from that part of the castle to see your indecent, embarrassed reaction.

Near your quarters were stairs, recognized as a discreet and easy passage to the streets of King's Landing. A way to get to the streets more directly and without interruptions. — You never dared to use them, perhaps out of fear and lack of courage.

The thought of finding your father in the middle of those stairs scared your mind.

Increasing the steps to try to keep up with your uncle, you get a splendid view of the illuminated city. Your eyes have had very little chance of appreciating the changes in the city since you came back and were interested in seeing it up close.

You were still curious and desperately wanted to know where your uncle was leading the two of you. — It wasn't like you didn't trust Aemond, on the contrary, you never trusted a person as much as you trusted the one-eyed.

"Where are we going?" — Your low, delicate voice with an excited smile was exclaimed in Aemond's ears. — Aemond's movements stopped and you nervously waited for a possible answer. The older one turned his face to analyze your features, he had a mischievous smile.

"Tas ir pārsteigums, mana brāļameita." (It's a surprise, my niece.) — He dared to just say that. Leaving you no time to react or say anything, Aemond once more tugged on your hand and descended the white-pigmented stairs with a quick rush.

With your other hand, you held the hood so it wouldn't show your face. It wasn't very windy that lonely night but a breeze blew against your face as you ran with your uncle.

It was a feeling of adrenaline and adventure. You felt so free and loose, and you didn't even care so much if you needed to rest for the next day. — That you would likely face arguments about your future throne.

The only thing you cared about was being by your uncle's side, venturing out and trusting him.

Gradually, noises of screams and music were appearing in his ears. The sound of drums, people singing accompanied by applause were touring the region. — It felt like a celebration. A gigantic and insane celebration.

Upon arriving at the beginning of the planned destination, Aemond slowed his steps and you did the same. In no time the older man removed his hand from yours, he continued to hold it carefully and firmly.

The excited smile was still on your mouth, you walked through the crowded and noisy streets in awe. — You had never seen that. — There were few people at the entrance, the way was freer, letting you walk alongside your uncle.

The street on which you were walking was well lit. There was no darkness, they wanted everything to be lit and a comparison with the castle flashed through your mind. While the gigantic castle was lit with candles, the city streets were lit by candles, flames and the natural light of the moon.

A man, somewhat peculiar, won her eyes while playing with fire in her hands. He ran his hands through the fire as if it were water, a normal thing. He was smiling oddly, but keeping his focus on the flames that danced in his hands. — You were mesmerized, it felt like you had fallen into witchcraft.

For a while, he decided to put the flames inside his mouth, as if he had swallowed them. That scene bothered you but you still admired it, wondering what would happen to the man. — A wave of fire almost hit your face, it wasn't aimed directly at you but it almost did.

Not thinking twice, you immediately dodged mortal danger. The orange flames shot past you, and the man didn't even care, just letting out a devilish laugh. — Your action completely caught the attention of Aemond, who didn't like the scene.

Rolling his eyes, he tugged on your hand once more, and soon began to intensify his steps again. Aemond didn't want you to fall for those bastards' deadly tricks. — Still dazed, you followed the eldest with clumsy steps.

Aemond straightened his hood at the sight of a group of guards walking down the street, trying not to be recognized. He placed his hand, which wasn't holding yours, on top of your hood with the same intention. — A sigh left your mouth as the guards ignored you.

The streets were more crowded, almost making it impossible for you to get around. The situation was extremely excruciating. In addition to the number of people increasing, the songs also increased. — On the bright side they were catchy and full of themselves.

There were people drinking everywhere and people dead with their drinks spilled on the floor. — And people who were looting the dead. It was like animals, when one dies, the other would tear off everything and even the carcass.

The mixture of liquor and blood fragrances swirled around that region, it was so harrowing but nothing left you so surprised.

People in costumes passed you and your uncle. They were weird, funny and some scary costumes. — You swore you saw a man wearing clothes identical to your mother's, but you didn't show any kind of interest against that.

Did you know that costume was pure insolence and ignorance against the future queen. Those damn animals didn't deserve your attention.

"You will only take this off with my permission, remember that." — An authoritative and familiar voice was received by his ears. Aemond had brought his body close to his to utter those words.

He was referring to your cloak, it was obvious. Of course you wouldn't take that piece of cloth off for nothing. Your life was in jeopardy if anyone from that place knew that Rhaenyra's daughter was roaming the nasty places of King's Landing. — It would be a big scandal and nobody would like it.

You can already imagine the great discussion you would attend and participate in.

Not having an answer and not daring to disobey the eldest, you shake your head in confirmation. Your hand gripped Aemond's tightly as you walked past the people, grief washing over you for the first time that isolated night.

Aemond smiled at the feel of your hand squeezing his. He felt how helpless you were in the midst of that crowd and he knew he didn't need that feeling to run through you because he was with you and he wouldn't leave you for anything. — Aemond protected the things that belonged to him and you were one of them.

Aemond guided you to a house, it looked like some kind of cave. It was rather quirky and flashy, with silks and fabrics all over the entrance and probably inside as well. There was not much lighting but there were people around the place.

The scene that passed through your eyes left you speechless.

People were devouring each other, in the sexual sense, without shame for the eyes of others to see those actions. They didn't care. — A woman was pressed into the brick wall by a man, completely dressed differently from the woman, only his pants were down to his feet. She screamed in pure pleasure and adoration.

There were people watching it, it was disgusting the way some men were looking and others ignoring their existence.

Your eyes watched the event with intensity and surprise, you had never seen anything like it. But that doesn't mean you never did that act.

The woman, while holding the man's shoulders, felt your curious eyes and decided to look for who was interested in the action. Her eyes met yours and you quickly looked away. — You felt embarrassed.

"These animals will do anything to gain attention." — Aemond's anger was conveyed through his words, he had witnessed the same scene as you and was sickened. The house was free for that couple to relieve themselves but they wanted everyone to see the attraction. — "Come with me." — He started walking towards the inside of the house.

Your thinking was right, there was silk and fine fabrics everywhere inside the cave. On ceilings, walls and especially on the floor. — At least they cared about comfort.

A stream of moans echoed through that place, in addition to the panting breaths and the sounds of skins clashing. Nervousness began to control your body along with a wave of excitement. — Your uncle had taken you to the pleasure house.

Ironically, you've never been to a pleasure house before. The daughter of one of the most frequenters of pleasure houses, known as the rebel prince, had never set foot in the place.

The sexual dance was one of the main attractions, captivating the attention of all the souls present. It wasn't entirely sexual but actually contemporary. Indeed an interesting thing to witness. — The melancholy melody played around the table where the attraction was being held.

A glass appeared in front of you startling you and taking your attention away from the presentation, your eyes went to the hand you were offering and then you identify who it belonged to. — It was Aemond.

He moved the glass toward you, signaling you to drink. You recognized the drink by the strong smell and sweet grape, it was wine. Only the gods knew how much you adored that divine drink.

Picking up the cup, you quickly take a long, satisfying sip. The sweet and warm taste invaded your palate in a subtle way, it wasn't your favorite but you managed to taste it in a matter of seconds. — Your mouth was slightly purple from the strong pigment of the drink, you could feel it.

Taking the glass from your hand, realizing that it was already empty, Aemond sets the small and fragile glass on one of the exposed and scattered tables of the house. The Targaryen shakes your hand again, indicating that you two are going to leave that part of the house. — You follow him right away

Walking through the crowd again, but this time without receiving any kind of push or threat, the two of you descend a few steps. — If it weren't for Aemond, you wouldn't even notice. — The music was already fading, the more you moved away from the small area.

Soon, you and Aemond were in a darker, empty part of the house.

There was only one woman at the entrance, it looked like she was waiting for someone or something. She takes an interest in your presence, and mentally wonders who the two of you were.

You just ignored the woman's existence and went on your way with your lover, who was still firmly holding your hand. Aemond didn't let go of you for a moment that night.

The new hallway you were walking through was set in only fine fabrics and completely sheer, some in darker color tones demonstrating decent privacy. Messy beds made of cloth and little cotton were scattered throughout the small, filthy rooms. — There was nothing else besides that, nothing at all.

The few candles they inhabited were already about to be extinguished, but no one cared about them. They just wanted to glue their bodies together and delight in sheer pleasure. — The moans intensified with every second, screams of adoration and whispers controlled that place.

"This way, come." — Aemond's low, chilling voice washed over you. The older Targaryen's footsteps led to a small room, farther away from the others and requiring more privacy, it was the cleanest and most organized of the place.

The thin fabric was still present in that room but it wasn't dirty or trampled on, it felt like that room was the only clean and safe one.

It was as if your uncle had ordered that place clean for your arrival. — And he did. Aemond paid for the organization, cleaning and use of new fabrics to the owner of that house. All that to have you after years apart.

Your sweat ran down your forehead. You were so nervous.

Being interrupted, you feel a familiar pair of hands hastily removing your cloak. Your breath was already starting to get out of balance when the black piece fell at your feet and Aemond's deep breath was hitting your shoulder. — Your body was paralyzed, no muscle dared to move and you couldn't do it in such a way.

With your cloak on your feet, your long gray dress showed. Your curves were well marked along with the decode of your breasts, that captivated Aemond's attention. — He couldn't wait to remove that piece of clothing.

"So that was the surprise?" — Your voice was so low you wondered if the eldest had heard.

"I should have been more romantic, shouldn't i?" — Aemond's breath passed over the skin of your neck. — "We didn't have time alone in that hellish castle, so i found a way."

Aemond planted small kisses on your bare shoulder. Your eyes closed with the sensation of the prince's thin lips walking over that region of your body. You needed Aemond's touch, you wanted more.

As if Aemond is reading your mind, he forces his hand around your waist and turns you around, so the two of you are face to face. — Aemond was already out of his cloak and you could finally see the feared man's full face.

Neither of you dared to speak a word, letting silence dominate the room. The silence was comfortable, you were admiring each other in the dim light of the candle, which was present there.

Unable to bear the thought of going another second without putting his hands on you, Aemond leans in to kiss you for the first time that night. You can't see the thin, stupid smile because of the bad lighting but you can feel it against his mouth.

Your entire body was tingling, the feeling of your body pressed against Aemond's was intense. You missed being in his arms so much.

Aemond's hands left your waist and moved over your body, he wanted to explore what belonged to him. Your body shivered once more when he felt the older man's rough fingers fiddling with the lace holding up your dress. — The action left you breathless and interrupting the warm, intimate kiss.

"Spending these years without you was a hellish torture for me." — Aemond uttered as he ran his mouth over your cheek. The older man's heavy breath hit your face.

Almost nine years without touching, admiring, kissing and talking to you was one of the worst things that ever happened to Aemond. He hated his leaving decision, he never admitted that stupid and ridiculous order. — He did everything, at that time, to keep you from leaving, but unfortunately, his plans didn't work out.

You were so mesmerized by the older man's lips that you didn't say anything about his comment. His hands went to Aemond's face, caressing close to his thin lips. — You looked at the prince with adoration, capturing all the lines and the scar that had on his face. — Aemond had such an angelic and heavenly face, you could look up to him for hours and hours.

Missing his lips against yours, you lean in and kiss him but with more intensity and desire. The kiss was fiercer and more desperate, your lips dancing against Aemond's.

Aemond's hands remembered the existence of the bow on your dress, and he brutally tugged at it. Maybe that lace could have been torn but Aemond didn't care about that. — If he could, he would have ripped your dress. — You helped him, pushing the dress to the floor quickly, wanting to get rid of that damn piece of clothing soon.

Now your bare skin was exposed to your lover.

"In the name of the gods, you are fucking beautiful." — He grumbled after parting your lips. Aemond's hands were cupping your breasts, tingling with the touch, making you moan in the young man's ear. That sound was like music to Aemond.

Aemond caressed your breasts carefully but with an immense desire to devour them, they were so sensitive to his touch, but the need to have you at that moment was inexplicable. Aemond was hungry, he wanted your body, he wanted you.

Mercilessly, Aemond's fingers tightened on the nipple of your right breast, you arched your back and let out a loud groan.

"Fuck, Aemond." — His name fell from your lips like pure silk. Your hand reached out to grab the older man's long white hair.

"I wanted so badly to fuck you the way i planned but i feel like i couldn't take it anymore." — The man's words left your body more sensitive than it already was. Aemond's tone was hungry and angry, it didn't scare you but it turned you on.

His teeth nipped at your lower lip, hearing those words. Aemond's breath hitched and he ran a hand down the middle of your thigh, moving toward your panties. He muttered a curse when he felt how wet that little piece of clothing was. — And it was for him, everything for him.

Aemond pulled you to the brick wall, covered in cheap silk, pressing you against it. The cold sensation of the same covered walls passed over your back, making you grunt. Aemond's lips again attacked yours fiercely. He was so hungry for you, the limit Aemond had placed on himself was already being forgotten.

Realizing that Aemond remained fully clothed, you ran your hands over his torso, signaling that you wanted to remove that garment that prevented you from touching your lover's skin. — Aemond understood what you wanted to do and in the blink of an eye his shirt was already on the floor, along with your dress.

Your fingers were so desperate to want to touch the older man's cold skin. You admired Aemond with a gleam of passion in your eyes and thanked the gods for sending such an angelic prince like him.

While you were distracted by your touches on Aemond, he didn't wait long and slid your panties down your legs and finally onto the floor. Now you were totally naked for your lover. — Aemond, when he saw you like that, took a deep breath and gritted his teeth in pure excitement.

The desire inside and outside of you was growing more and more, Aemond could see it in your eyes.

Aemond didn't want to wait any longer, he had been waiting for this moment for years. The dreaded prince, who hid everything about him and even his feelings, was desperate for you.

Aemond's nervous hands went to his well-tailored black leather pants, quickly removing the belt. — He didn't want to go even a second without touching you. — After removing the thin belt, the pants of the same color were victims of the agility of the one-eyed young man and soon, to the cold floor.

Your lover was fully naked in front of you.

Gods he was so heavenly. The small scars that ran through his strong and somewhat muscular body were seen as small works of art in your eyes. — A representation of how strong your lover was during the countless trainings and defenses he made.

All the lines of Aemond's body were seen by you and none were forgotten by his eyes. — The same way Aemond's single eye was doing to your lovely body.

As your arms continued around Aemond's neck, it was easy and nimble to bring your face up to his and then press your sweet lips against his again. — This time the kiss was gentle and passionate. It was a kiss to relate how much the two of you have missed each other all these years, such an intimidating and emotional act.

Aemond's hands traveled to one of her legs, stroking a brief caress and lifting it up and directing it to the side of his waist. He was signaling you and pressing your legs around him. — You immediately did what he was asking you to do.

Now Aemond was carrying you and his body pressed to yours, making his pelvis bump into your folds. That feeling when you bring your head back, slamming against the covered wall. — Your body screamed sensitivity and adoration.

Lust dominated Aemond's eye as he saw your neck exposed in front of him. Aemond's lips devoured your neck, not caring about the marks that would remain afterward. — Actually, that's what Aemond wanted most. — The elder's hot and wet lips fixed that sensitive part of your body, he bit and sucked that region.

Moans came out of your mouth all the time, you didn't even care if there were people listening to those erotic and illicit sounds. — For Aemond those sounds were as if they were the music of paradise.

Another moan, but this time loudly, left your lips as you felt Aemond's fingers rub a kind of circle on your clit. Those damn fingers.

"Aemond, please." — You begged in a totally broken voice.

"Ko, mans dārgais mīļotais?" (What, my dear lover?) — Aemond muttered as his lips pressed even closer to your neck, he didn't want to let go of them for nothing. Your neck was already starting to burn and heat up and Aemond obviously felt it.

The hand that had been concentrating on your pussy began to press down on his cock, sliding slowly between your exarched folds. Aemond's eyes closed tightly when he felt that exarchation and his ego, which was already big, increased when he realized that he was the one who left you like this, that was all for him and for him.

Aemond drove his cock into your entrance and thrust, you couldn't contain a loud scream that possibly tore your throat. You've waited so long for that, for that feeling of him touching you, kissing you and filling you.

Aemond stood for a short while feeling the tight feel of your pussy, and knowing full well how much he was stretching you; he felt it. — You felt every inch of his cock as he filled you so majestically.

Pain hadn't entered your body at any time, only pleasure and lust dominated.

"Move, please." — You whispered between your lips to your prince.

The position you two were in wasn't so comfortable but it was pleasant, and that was an important point. Aemond tightened his grip on your legs and pulled away, leaning his hard hips forward. You rolled your eyes in pure adoration at the movement.

Aemond dared to look down, and seeing your pussy taking every inch of him was the perfect view of paradise and made his head go wild. It looked like the two of you were made to fit together, Aemond thought.

Aemond backed away once more and leaned forward once more, working in rhythm. Aemond's hips bumped against your, it felt so good. The sound was completely obscene, pleasurable and wet, bringing several loud moans from both of you.

At that moment, you were united as one. As they always were and as they always should. You should never have left Aemond's arms and Aemond should never have left your side. — Two people, two dragons but one soul.

Their eyes met, again, Aemond's only and he couldn't look away or focus on anything else. Everything and everyone around Aemond's life had disappeared but you. Every hard bump of his hips against yours sensitive ones brought expressions of pleasure and passion on your face, like works of art in his mind.

"Promise you'll never leave me, just promise." — Aemond pleaded with his features mixed with lust and melancholy, there was a touch of emotion in those words. An emotion of sadness and fear.

Aemond was afraid you would leave him once more.

He pressed his forehead against your but didn't dare slow down. You would certainly have a hard time answering him but you needed it, Aemond needed it.

"Aemond." — You moaned awkwardly, delighted against the rhythm of his hips. Your body was shaking and he was panting, tears threatening to fall down your face from the satisfaction and pleasure your lover was giving you. — "I promise."

You fought the actions of your body, which was desperate and limp, and looked deep into the Targaryen's eye. Aemond's features were the purest you'd ever seen on a person, he was needing you so badly.

"I will never leave you again." — A long, deep breath left your lips. — "In the name of gods and dragons, i will never leave your side."

That was all Aemond needed, he needed to hear it from you. He had hoped to hear those words for so many years, for so many days, and for so many nights. — Aemond had you and always will.

After that, Aemond's hips moved faster. He added a delicious amount of pressure and force, earning your screams. Your legs gain a strong and intense grip, would probably gain purple and red marks. You screamed with delight, desperate and breathless, almost without a voice.

"Es mīlu tevi." (I love you) — Aemond gasped, running his mouth over your cheek. Those three words were enough to officially decree that the two of you belonged together.

With the speed of Aemond's thrusts, your moans increased in volume and the approach of your climax was so close, you could feel it and Aemond felt your walls tightening around him even more. — He wanted to stay buried in your pussy forever.

In the end, you screamed Aemond's name so loud when you felt your climax finally come and felt when Aemond hit you a few times, he had reached his too. The older's urges were to fill you with his sperm, mixing with your.

Your bodies were still glued together, sticky with sheer sweat and the two of you were trying to catch your lost breath. Aemond presses long, lazy kisses to the skin of your neck, completely sweaty and red. He kept holding you, as he had in mind that your legs were unable to walk.

You were impressed and completely intoxicated by Aemond. You were always intoxicated by him but that night you had definite certainty.

"Es arī tevi mīlu." (I love you too.) — Your voice was still broken but you declared it to the prince. Aemond stopped lovingly caressing your neck and turned his face to face yours. He noticed how bright your eyes were, your face even after all the mess was still angelic.

A graceful smile played on Aemond's thin lips. It was such a genuine and passionate smile. He felt the honesty and love in your words, Aemond felt everything you felt for him. — You were everything to Aemond, and he would always show you that.

You and Aemond were two people, two dragons but only one soul.

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*BIG INHALE* Hi! I’ve been rotating the Spikeangelo au in my brain for a while, and things might get incomprehensible real quick. Not all questions, some just comments... 90% of this is just musing as the train of thought jumps rails and causes massive casualties; no need to answer all if you chose to answer any.

1. The fact that Master Splinter lets Titan live with them BEFORE he knows that he’s a version of Mikey, even after the attempted murder… man will look at a mutated turtle, ask, “Is anyone going to adopt that?” and not wait for an answer.

2. In Turtle Temper, Splinter says, “Spike, chew on your leaf if you are in the mood for a story”. Ronin has a choice here: pest Raph by eating, or troll Splinter by not. What choice would he make?

3. It seems like during the Slash and Destroy episode, Titan already had his outfit. If so… where did he get the clothes? The little turtles don’t really wear anything (and their clothes would be much smaller), so unless Splinter has a secret goth wardrobe, the only thing I can think of is that Raph is Very Optimistic about how tall he’s going to get, and has stockpiled clothes accordingly.

4. A while back you mentioned Titan “chewing [Shredder] out” after Shredder kills Splinter during the Triceraton invasion. The image you drew made it look like a tirade, but the first thing that came to mind for me was… more along the lines of using Shredder as a dog toy.

5. You said that after Slash and Destroy, Titan hides for a while out of shame. When does he rejoin the others? Before the invasion, *during* the invasion, after? Does he join the farmhouse arc, or does he do as canon Slash does and defend NYC while the rest of the turtles are gone?

Ah... there's a very long part six that's just about the ghosts... I don't think I'll be bothering you with that today.

When I see these types of asks, I can never control the squeal that comes out of my mouth. I love detailed analyses about my aus

I also love completing things, so let's do them all!

1) Yep! Idk whats with the Splinters, but if it's turtle-shaped and needs a home, well say no more!

When Spike turned to Titan, Splinter already sensed something off with him, something more familiar than a family pet, but he would never figure out why until their lair is attacked by the kraang at the start of the invasion.

It's hard not to realize that your son's former pet knows moves (and shows a strange amount of wisdom) that you're 90% sure you never taught or shown to any of your sons.

I think he's still upset about the pizza. Or Raph's anger.

3)Dumpster diving?

I'll be honest, I forgot to write it down... So we will stick to this simple solution for now🗿

Okay, well... Shredder ALMOST became a dog toy. Let's just say that (this will totally not be a future comic)

5) He reunites with them after the newtralizer arc! After a little convincing ofc

When the invasion begins, he's with Splinter and Leatherhead, having defended their home and now searching for the turtles. They find Shredder after they exit the sewer, and Titan isn't too pleased to see the old bastard, attacking him in a rage once he hears about Leo's possible "demise."

Unfortunately, when he gains the upper hand, Titan is the one caught off guard and knocked into the machine, crushed by the pipes.

Before Shredder could really begin his usual evil monologue, he becomes distracted with Leatherhead, allowing Splinter to check on Titan and help him out of the pile of metal. Despite the likelihood of having a huge bruise on his ribs, he'd be fine. Even better if he could get rid of all their issues right there in front of him.

The one wrestling an alligator. And somehow winning.

And when he sees that devil in that all too familiar armor toss leatherhead into the pit, he's all too ready to kill him.

Yet he can't. Because He's not the only one wanting to prevent the past from happening again.

Splinter sends him away to find his sons, Titan's brothers - well, sorta - and even if he wants to bring Oroku Saki, the worse pain imaginable, he's more concerned if they are okay.

...

Okay, well, if the rest of them are okay

COUGH COUGH.

He'd find them, with him.

And uh. I think Leo's perfectly fine.

So when they decided to leave for April's farmhouse, he stayed in the city to search for Splinter and the other Mutanimals after leaving Leo with the others.

Maybe he sees himself as a burden.

Then the rest you make up on the way 👍 /j

This was very fun! Maybe I should just write paragraphs or smol little chapters with much more detail and flow🤔

Nah, I'll just draw.

Can't wait for the looooooooooonnngggg part six :D

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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Aita for splitting on my boyfriend?

I've been dating my boyfriend C for 2 years now. And this past month has been ROUGH. It started with him working extra late shifts for almost 2 weeks, the first week wasn't bad he was tired and I understood but quickly he became distant. And he never wanted to tell me when he was working. And suddenly it seemed like the 8 hours 12 to 8 or 2 to 11 pm shifts turned into 9 am shifts with the lack of contact from him. I'd tell him I'm worried about him, ask if he's okay, if I upset him and that's why he seeks to avoid me before and after work and he'd brush me off and say "I'm fine babe, I'm avoiding you, I'm sorry I made you feel that way" and he'd stop and be attentive to me for a few hours. And then the 2nd week came and it got worse and he became even less active and I'd ask him what's up, and tell him that my feelings were starting to get hurt more because now it feels like he's just avoiding me, same thing would be said "I'm sorry babe, I didn't mean to make you feel that way" and then he'd turn around and lag on me for hours. This was a pattern for the rest of week two and each day I told him how I felt, it seemed like he ignored me harder. And for context I have bpd, and it gets triggered when I feel ignored and shut out. And I had been managing it for those 2 weeks but all those feelings built up and Friday night, it popped. He did the same thing to me. From 9 am that day to 8 pm, he only texted me 4 times. And then I just snapped at him. I told him I felt ignored and shut out, and I needed space so I removed him from my socials online. I told him that I felt like he was doing this to me on purpose and I expected different from him but that was done bc no matter how much I told him I was hurt, it seemed like it drove him to ignore me more. Lo and behold after this splitting episode, he ignored me more. This time I didn't blame him. So I texted him again and told him I didn't want to break up but I still stood by what I said I loved him and wanted to work things out in a few days. Got ignored again, I texted him 2 days later asking to meet. Ignored again, I texted him the next day asking to meet again that same day, ignored again.

Sunday rolls around and I text him that I'm worried about him and asked if he could at least text me if he's okay. And he said he's fine and just didn't want to talk to me at the moment, I understood, I fucked up, so I apologized to him and told him I loved and then he told me he "had work". this isn't true before he ignored me he told me he ONLY had 1 day off which was that Sunday, they can't force him to work 7 days straight. But I didn't call him out in it and just wished him a good day. Ignored again

The Monday after I had gotten a package in the mail for him, before all of this I bought him somebody and skin and hair care stuff. I went through the stuff to make sure everything was right. I wrote up and good and proper apology to him and explained why I snapped and again, told him how sorry I was and that I loved him, and pasted it into Google notes and I shared it with him. Then I had my mother drop it off to him. I texted him once again to tell him that the stuff was waiting outside for him and that I loved him and to at least bare minimum communication-wise to let me know if he at least got the package and it was safe. But once again, I got ignored hard.

It's been 9 days since the splitting episode and I've tried to apologize many times and I've given him space after the Google note thing but he's still ignoring me hard. So I'm wondering, am I really that much of an asshole to deserve this treatment?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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soothinglee · 4 months

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even if my heart stops beating⏤✰

seungmin x reader | 1.6k✔︎

my notes⎯ hello everyone ! I know it's been a while since I've actually wrote something ! I actually got hit by a bus! yeah I had to sue this company called "writers block" and I finally got a settlement! (also happy new year!) I recently (like a week ago) got into Kpop, specifically Stray Kids ! I've read some fan fictions (shameless) about some of my favorites and got inspo to write one! thank you @soobnny . also I haven't wrote anything in a while so i'm a little rusty, i'll be as good as new soon!

warning⎯ mentions of vomit (used as word vomit) and crying.

genre⎯ angst to comfort.✔︎

songs⎯ six feet under; billie eilish | pretty boy; the neighborhood

the old rusted clock that came with the condo you and seungmin bought sits perched on the top of the fridge. Its old, wooden frame slowly caves in on itself as time goes on.

not even an hour or two ago you had happily entered your home to start cooking dinner, not even worrying about showering first because you were so excited to have dinner with your boyfriend.

even going out of your way to spend a hundred dollars over the amount you usually spend to give seungmin the greatest 'welcome home' feast. he and the rest of stray kids had been on tour for the last couple months, traveling all over the world to perform at concerts and do collaborations with other idols to promote their new albums.

sure, it had been lonely, being by yourself all of the time, the only glimpse of your boyfriend you could get is when he could facetime you for 2 minutes or when he responded back to a text 4 hours later. but you understood, you knew what you were getting yourself into even when you started becoming friends with him.

if anything, you were strong, understanding, and flexible to when he couldn't make it to something like a movie night or date when his plane arrives later or practice runs over.

the only thing now, is that he had promised you that he could make it on time to dinner. sending countless 'I swear ill be there' texts and swift calls ensuring his presences at the dinner table during his dance rehearsals.

but now you were sitting at the table alone. a cold jajangmyeon sits in the platter in front of you, a similar on across the table from you. looking up at that old clock the hour turns to 10 and he's officially 2 hours late. it wasn't unknown for him to run a little over his time but this was unbelievable. you curse yourself for being naive and truly thinking he would keep to his word.

as you get up and clean the meal that you created you feel a little piece inside of you break, watching your hard work spill into the leftover containers like your tears. this was embarrassing, waiting around like a puppy in hopes your owner comes home. you were loyal and hopeful to a fault but wasting time and money like this was just unacceptable.

by the time seungmin walked through the front door it was half pass midnight and you had situated yourself infront of the t.v watching a new drama a colleague from work recommended.

"(name)." he calls out, you hear his shoes hit the wall as he takes them off, and then theres a shuffle as he organizes them on the shoe rack. you hear him leave his keys in the bowl on the desk that was by the front door, his footsteps growing louder as he nears the living room.

"(name)." he calls out again, seeing you lay in a cocoon of blankets in the dark, he think maybe you're sleeping so he quietly discards his winter coat on the back of the couch. he flicks on the lamp on the other side of the couch to bring in some light. though when he comes around to sit down he finds your eyes wide open, "why didn't you answer me when I called?"

"why didn't you come on time like you promised?" you quipped back quietly, suddenly too exhausted to have any conversation with him. you try and sink further into the thick blanket as you watch the Netflix symbol load and the next episodes intro plays.

you can't see his face but when he sighs and shifts in his spot you can hear the hesitance, "you already know why, practice ran late, like always."

"whatever."

"'whatever?' what's going on with you?"

"nothing." your tone is snipped but honestly you couldn't care less. somewhere in your soul you feel as though this might be a little extreme of an reaction but there is only so much patience you can give one person. you constantly make time for him and this relationship, so why couldn't he move things around and do the same for you? your eyes remain on the television.

seungmins eyes dart quickly to the t.v and then back to you, noticing that your full attention isn't on him, so he leans over you and goes to grab the remote from your hands. at the sudden loss of contact you make a move to try and get the remote back from him but he effectively powers down the t.v and discards in on the coffee table.

"I'll only repeat myself so many times, what's going on?"

it was like a newfound energy fizzled at your toes and pushed itself up and towards your head, your body springs up from its sideways position and you angle yourself to face seungmin.

though the light was somewhat dim due to only the lamp being on, he could see the red-rim of your eyes and the dried streaks of tears sticking to your cheeks. obviously, it had been evident that you had been crying.

seungmins eyes soften for a moment, he reaches out to try and smooth out the puffiness of your cheeks but as soon as you see his hand coming you push it away, "you were crying?" it comes out more of a statement than a concerned question, but the worry was still evident in his tone.

"duh," you start, suddenly feeling uncomfortable in the tense space, you find comfort in the carpet on the ground. you were feeling...nervous. you didn't want to cause anymore problems but things won't get solved unless they are discussed, which in all honesty, the thought of confrontation in the first place is feared.

you need to get it out, you can't stop living like this. deep down you know he cares but you have to stop going off of assumptions. either he's going to show up or not, it was clear already that you showed up no matter how busy you were.

"do you even still love me?"

the question tumbles from your lips before you could even process what you were saying. maybe it wasn't what you wanted to convey exactly but it was definitely a start.

"what?" his airy voice sounds dumbfounded which makes sense. the intense look you're giving him plus the profound, out-of-the-blue question throws him off guard.

of course he loves you, why would you ever think anything different? "where is this coming from?"

"well it's just that every time we have something planned your work gets in the way. I spend hours and hours getting ready, trying to look my best, just to waste the day sitting on the couch waiting for you to come home. sometimes I'm waiting so long I fall asleep! I put so much effort into being a good girlfriend! hell, I even spent over 100 dollars on dinner tonight because I knew you had a hectic day, it took me two hours to make it just for it to go cold and put into a container,"

your voice chokes up, full of exhaustion and disappointment. you feel the tears pooling in your eyes but have no energy to stop them. you really want to quit the word vomit but there's no point, theres more to be said.

"I try so hard to not get disheartened but it gets so hard when you don't even try. sometimes I feel like you don't even care about this relationship anymore, like you don't care about m-"

just as you were about to finish your words were muffled by hands on your face, and lips on yours. seungmin had kissed you to stop your rambling. you couldn't help but to feel relieved and somewhat offended.

"stop." he whispers as he takes a breath, his hands still on your face, foreheads connecting, "please stop." his voice crack under pressure, its subtle but at the lack of distance between you two you can hear it so well. your eyes are closed, trying to get your own tears at bay but hearing how emotional he's becoming breaks you. a sob teeters at your bottom lip but you force it still.

"don't you ever think that I don't care. I always have." he pauses and wipes the stray tears on your face with his thumbs, "I'm so sorry I've made you feel like this. god I'm such a bad boyfriend, this is my fault."

you try to move away to comfort him but he holds you in place gently, you sniffle and reach up to brush the bangs from his face.

"I promise you I'll be more attentive, ill take you out everyday, spend as much time with you, cook for you, miss practices all the time just to make sure you know I care about you."

"you promised earlier but you didn't come!" you cry, recounting how long you waited.

"I know!" his voice quivers as his hands tremble, lightly shaking your head, "I know...and i'll never forgive myself. you don't know how much you've shaped me into the person I am now and I- I have no clue what I would do without you. I just have a poor way of showing it."

you grip on his wrists, mimicking him with your eyes squeezed shut, you stopped trying to keep the tears in awhile ago, letting them fall freely into your covered lap. "how do I know I can trust you? I'm so sick of feeling like this."

"I promise you I will prioritize you more than anything, Idol life, dancing, singing- whatever, does not come before you. I won't leave you hanging like this anymore, i'm sorry I didn't pay more close attention to your feelings," his bottom lips shakes as he takes another deep breath, he opens his eyes and you can see pass the tears and sorrow a new found determination.

"even if my heart stops beating, you're the only one I need."

past your wary judgement...you believe him...

#seungmin x reader #x reader #seungmin fluff #seungmin x y/n #seungmin x you #skz x reader #skz imagines #skz fluff #soothinglee #seungmin angst #kim seungmin #skz x you #skz x y/n #idol au #established relationship

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JACK! I am deeply curious to know where YOU stand/fall on the poll you posted?

Objectively speaking? Yes, they have endgame potential.

But a lot—and I mean A LOT—of work would have to go into moving that potential from a theoretical possibility to a genuine reality. Some of that work has already been done, what with Tim being intentional about developing a love interest for Buck that's not segmented away from the rest of the firefam, but that's the easy part tbh. They'd still have to 1) establish Tommy's character as a character unto himself, 2) define Buck and Tommy's relationship outside of the shadow of Buck and Eddie's relationship, 3) introduce a character that would be Eddie's endgame (because that's something you'd have to consider now that you're intentionally severing this will-they-won't-they bond between Buck and Eddie), and 4) convince the audience that these are the two endgame ships they should be rooting for without making them feel like they're being convinced, because that would blow the whole thing up in their faces instantly... all in a limited amount of time (9-1-1 isn't going to last forever).

So. Yeah. A lot of work.

All that to say, it's not impossible. I have a tentative idea for how it could work (a thought exercise, if-not-this-then-that)—what kind of character would need to be introduced for Eddie, what kind of archetypes would need to be in place for Tommy + Female Character, what kind of plots and tropes would need to unfold on-screen in order to not just neutralize the die-hard fans, but sway their opinions toward these two ships, etc. all by taking into account 9-1-1's existing and brand new audiences. But the writers/Tim would really need to sit with the decision and decide whether or not it's worth the effort to establish TWO endgame ships for their most popular characters when said characters are already six seasons deep into an accidental marriage with each other.

This is why I say that Buddie is only thing that makes sense. It's the only ending that does the characters and their journeys justice, sure, but it's so much more than that. There are layers—complicated and tangled layers—that would cost (literally!) more money to untangle than it would to just say "thank you" to the writing gods for hand-delivering an endgame ship on a silver platter and just going with the flow. You know? Yes, Buddie makes the most sense narratively. Of course, it does. But technically? It truly does not get much better than this.

You don't have to like it. You know? You don't have to like Buddie at all. But you have to recognize that this is the dynamic that most shows dream of—accidental or not. How they started—what was intended for their relationship—doesn't even matter now. What matters is where they are, and where they are is at a crossroads where they can either go with the flow, or do a complete overhaul that would run the risk of shattering everything. And, I have to give credit where credit is due—if anyone could pull this off, the 9-1-1 writers could. They are incredibly strong and skilled at what they do. But Tim et. al. need to make a choice, and they need to make it now, because if they wait too much longer, the story is going to start to drag. It's going to start to feel lazy. People aren't going to be satisfied with the "Buck and Eddie are getting their shit together so they can be ready for each other" excuse forever.

Now. Me personally? I'm in it for the long-haul. I love Buck and Eddie, I love Buddie, so whatever happens, I'm here for it. I've already said a thousand times over that their relationship could go canon at any point, even in the final episode (though I want there to be at least two seasons of them together before the show ends), and I would be completely satisfied with that. But we're rapidly approaching the point of no return, wherein Tim etc. need to make a firm decision and stick with it. If they've decided Buddie? Great. Good. Can't wait to see it. But if they've decided on something else, they're the ones that need to get their shit together and kick it into high gear quickly.

TBH.

But anyways.

#hmm #i'm going to stop talking now. lol #as you can see #i've thought about this. in great detail. lol. but anyways.#tv: 911 #jack answers mail

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jillianrose305 · 2 months

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yandere obey me

sorry I've been gone for so long let me know if you want a part 2

Ok so this is what I assume who is most likley to be a yandere in obey me shall we date . Top 5 first

1.Mammon.

I know leviathan was supposed to be a yandere but belphagor ended up getting that troupe + that jealousy episode he had.but imagine how easy it would be for him. He's your first . Your his. little d No.2 is in on this which is why he says you and mammon would make a cute couple and asks if yall are dating . All he has to do is complain about feeling unwanted by his brothers and all your attention is back on him just how he wants it. He's greedy for you and your attention and he's the second most powerful but I think its because he doesn't try . He can influence luck we know that so anytime you hang out with his brothers suddenly nothing goes well for you or they have short tempers oh how that must make you feel unwanted but don't worry he's always here for you waiting for you to run back into his arms.

2.barbatos

What you don't think the demon of time would be a yandere? You best believe this boy is making sure everything goes according to plan. Since the moment he sall you he needed to know more thats why on his pocket watch he uses his magic so its a small portal to always see what your doing. He doesn't want to get his hands to messy so he simply turns the clock insanely fast forward on the person lifespan who tried to take you he enjoys watching them panic as they get older and more week its his favriote. Sometimes he goes back in time to watch his favriote moments of you. Since he's basically diavolos actual right hand man he can get away with alot. So don't expect it to be to hard for him to keep you.

3. Leviathan

Ah yes the Avatar of envy he gets so jealous when you give anyone else your attention is he not good enough for you. I think we all Remember the line that went somethng like 'Sometimes i think about forcing you to play a game your bad at and only letting you leave my room once you've completed every aspect of it' I can't remember quite exactly though. He's the Admiral of Hells Navy if you even tried to underestimate him he would quickly show you how wrong you are. Him and Henry 2.0 are the only company you need. I also think he has a body pillow of mc hidden somewhere in his room.

4. Belphagor

Ah yes on of our cannon-ish yanderes of obey me. You know he didn't get much time to spend with you as the others. He just loves you so much. Why can't you understand that? He will use his powers to enchant you to find your way up to the attic just like he did so long ago. But this time he's not making the foolish mistake of letting you leave. He will use his youngest sibling privilege to keep you there. He's gotten good at manipulating you in what ever way works best. Don't you want to cuddle with him and wear matching pajamas? C'mon he can't rest without you in his Arms. You aren't gonna take away sleep from the Avatar of Sloth are you?

5.Diavolo

Future king of the Devildom. What can I say he has always wanted to take you from the brothers and keep you for himself plus we know he will probably need someone to rule along side him. You don't want to take that from him do you? Oh well he will just have to make you marry him. You'll learn to love him as much as you once loved this exchange program. He rules this land he will make sure you are always being watched he can't risk you running off or falling in love with someone else now. No bother though if someone so much as thinks about acting on their crush on you they are being publicly executed for all to see. He keeps there blood in vials in his desk. he won't stop you from having a fan club ad long as he's president of it,he can't stop people from loving you just as long as they don't act on it he will let them live for now.

#obey me #obeymeswd #obey me scenarios #yandere obey me #obey me x reader #yandere x reader

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stuckwthem · 2 years

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hii could you do joseph quinn comforting you after watching the finale pls😭😭😭😭

hell yeah!!! i'm so happy with this request but makes me wanna cry so bad 😭 hope you like, love xx

joseph comforting you after watching the finale | fluff

t/w: SPOILERS AHEAD. eddie's d word.

summary: joe trying to cheer you up after watching the finale.

authors note: really hope you like it! requests are open! i'm so sorry if is trashy :/

p.s: english isn't my first language.

i felt the need to put this fucking photo and bless y'all eyes. god i'm so in love.

you never thought that you could cry so much over fictional characters until stranger things 4 came out. you were having one of the biggest breakdowns in your life while eddie was dying and just couldn't stop crying until the end of the episode. you finished it absolutely sobbing, mumbling some words about how unfair all of that was.

you could see some tears running on joseph face too, but by the fourth time you were replaying eddies and max's deaths he started to chuckle. his hands were on your hair as your head is laying on his leg, stroking slowly the whole time. you turned your head to look at him, offended with how much he started to laugh. he stared you back in absolut awe, thinking how cute you looked with a red nose.

"i can't believe they did this." you exclaimed, lifting up your body and sitting by his side on the sofa. a hiccup left your mouth and you felt more ridiculous as he smiled.

"oh hun, i can't believe you are crying this bad!" he says with a soft tone, hiding a smile, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear.

”did you watched it? of course i'm devasted! i mean, they're just kids! eddie didn't deserve it!” you whined, looking at him with disbelief.

he also had a sad expression and tears in his face all the time while watching it, you could see how much this role had affect him. it was possible to see how proud he was by the glow in his eyes. you felt like your chest could explode with so much pride.

"plus, it was almost to like…watch you die." you almost whisper, a bit ashamed with how emotional you could get towards him. he looked at you worried, frowning, not wasting any time to hug you.

joe has big arms, a soft chest and loving hands so when he cuddles you against his body everything seems to calm down inside you. you rest your head on his neck curve, sniffing.

"wait, no, darling, are you kidding me? i'm right here, see? blood and flesh and i ain't going nowhere. it's okay, we're good" his british accent gets so heavy when he is caught by surprise and right now you just wanna melt with the vibration his voice makes as you're laying in his chest. "and don't worry, i'll make sure eddie has metal and d&d wherever he are"

joseph grabs your hands when you lift your head to look at him with a pouty face. he is trying to not laugh, so the upside down smile he gives makes you smile with him. joe brings your hands up to his lips, kissing the back of both of them, looking into your eyes with most careful gaze. he just keeps there, holding you for at least thirty minutes as you don't stop rambling about how good actors those kids are and discussing all theories that came into your mind. joe just nods and add comments between your monologue, slowly starting to rant with you.

"but the kas theory is the best one" he says, with widening eyes, totally deluded as he happily talks non-stop about eddie, with passion in his eyes. "c'mon, that kid as a vampire? would be mental!"

"hm mrs. quinn, you're getting too excited with this idea, got something to share with the class?" you murmur, suspiciously. he smirks at you, denying with his head.

"hey, i'm just saying" the curly-head shrugs, raising hands in surrender. you squint your eyes at him and joe laughs at your distrust "you know, i kinda like the ideia of being a vampire"

his tongue walks through inside his cheek, holding a teasing smile. you breathe in heavily, feeling a little dizzy and euphoric with only the ideia.

"oh yeah?" your shoulders push him playfully, and for a moment is possible to see the unknown glimpse that passes through his eyes.

"you know what?" joseph asks, leaning towards you. a strong scent of soap and a after bath lotion entering your nostrils, intoxicating your sistem. "you would be my first victim"

you don't even have time to protest when he attacks your neck, kissing the sensitive area frantically. his lips move up to your jaw and then your face, leaving a kiss on every speck on your cheeks. your chuckles mixed with his echoes on his apartment, just like the sweet nothings both of y'all say between the burst of laughter.

"feel better, gorgeous?" he asks, pulling his face a bit back from yours when he stops, just to have a better look of your tearful and red face, analysing every aspect of it.

you nod with a soft grin and he smiles back, hugging you again before cupping the sides of your face in his big hands, squeezing gently your cheeks.

"i'll make us a cup of tea" and then he presses a delicate kiss on the top of your nose, leaving you in absolutely awe.

#eddie munson fluff #eddie munson #stranger things #headcanon #fanfic #imagine #josephquinn #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn x reader #stranger things fluff

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radiostatik · 3 months

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Hiya!! I'm curious to ask as we're kinda halfway throughout the show so far and I'm wondering how you're enjoying and liking Hazbin Hotel so far? For me, I've been absolutely loving and adoring it with EP 4 being the best one already in the season although the only issue I've got is some of the pacing not being the best, I'd recommend this video by VgMarkis (https://youtu.be/JVT7HSh54hQ?si=JfCnVzkdUGPsgNpe) as he does a VERY good job digging into those issues and he seemed very respectful and valid wasn't acting like a dick or being overly hatedom and toxic, or just kinda obsessive like some critical blogs and even many in the hatedom can be, (especially on Twitter) but that's just my opinion. I've been enjoying the series and can't wait for the rest of it, honestly. But, how are you enjoying it?? And I know it's too early to 100% form a opinion and say this, but have you been enjoying it more than HB or do you wanna wait until all of HH S1 is completed to give your opinions? Hope you don't mind me asking!! 💗

Sorry for the late reply, but now that season one is finished, I can filly say I enjoyed the show a lot. Niffty, Sir Pentious and Vox were the highlights of the series, I honestly didn't expect to like nifty so much but she's literally so cute.

I agree the pacing was bad, everything goes by really fast. Maybe if we had a few episodes on YouTube during the 5 years of Charlie trying to redeem the sinner, it would help. But we have 2 episodes of Charlie redeeming them and them, boom it's almost extermination day.

Angel was very annoying for the first few episodes, but by Ep 6 he definitely redeemed himself the way he protected Niffty.

Chaggie is still amazing, but they definitely aren't a pda couple like most vivziepop couples are.

Sir Pentious death was soooo bad. He deserved to have a meaningful sacrifice that actually helped defeat Adam, or at least buy them time. He deserved a dramatic death surrounded by his loved ones, to finally be told he's not useless, and to hear I love you, Sir Pentious. Instead his death is a quick joke that doesn't help at all.

Yes, he is in heaven now, but if he is separated from his family, can it really be heaven? :(

#hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel #chaggie #angel dust #sir pentious #niffty #charlie morningstar #charlie magne #adam #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin critical

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ceaseless-watchers-special-girl · 2 months

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you guys. you guys you guys. i think i know what i want from the final season of the penumbra podcast. i have spent the past ten minutes pacing around my room. yesterday i read up to chapter 17 of prydon's fic separate but syncopated (https://archiveofourown.org/works/30943430/chapters/76417991) which let's be honest, you've probably read already. it's phenomenal. if you haven't, you should.

so i've been thinking. i just really want to go back to brahma. i want to go back to brahma and take down the guardian angel system.

the thing is, the junoverse is a very character driven storyline, and i love that about it. the second citadel is more event driven i think, and it was more difficult for me to get into that storyline and stick with it (i'm weak i'm sorry). for example, although the first season focuses a lot on juno solving the whole martian artefact doodah, back then the penumbra crew were still finding their feet.

then junoverse season 2 happened, and the entire point of that season was basically "get juno over his trauma" (that's why it was so long oh my god). sure, there was a whole plot with ramses and the theia souls, but i think we can all agree that was secondary to juno's character development.

next, season 3. season 3 is definitely character driven, you literally can't deny it. it focuses on each member of the carte blanche in turn, and it uses the plot, finding the curemother prime, as a secondary tool to further the true point of the season: getting to know the characters.

season 4 i'm a little less certain about because i'm typing this post straight into tumblr fresh out of my brain (if anyone wants to help out with the analysis i'd love that). but i think the point of season 4 is to test and showcase the bonds of the carte blanche with each other, and juno rescuing them all is not only a good story, but also a good way to show off the relationships they built in season 3. his relationship with nureyev is shown through periodic reading of the journal, and juno's copious inner monologues (i say like i'm one to talk when all of these thoughts are swirling around in my own head).

then, season 5. the point of this season mirrors that of season 2, but this time, we need to get nureyev over his trauma. this is way trickier, because we're not inside nureyev's head, we're still in juno's. it's still character driven because the aim is to help nureyev, but the plot is given by juno having to chase him across the galaxy. hence, juno's hesitation when he finally finds nureyev.

well, steel, you've caught him. now what the hell are you going to do with him?

there is no plot to drive the character study anymore. our goal was to help nureyev, and juno (poor juno) has done all he can. the ball falls squarely into nureyev's court now, and juno has no say in the plot of the rest of the story. this is why i have been chewing myself alive since the last episode — we know what's next for the characters emotionally, but we have absolutely zero idea what's happening next plot-wise. it's killing me.

(what was the point of this post again?)

OH WAIT I'VE GOT IT. so. since our whole thing for this season is helping nureyev, and we all want him to go batshit fucking insane, i really want nureyev to go back to brahma, and finish what he started two decades ago. i think it's the perfect circular story arc to keep them occupied while nureyev heals emotionally from the fallout from everything going on with slip.

also, sorry to get real for a second, but i've just been tearing myself apart being morally outraged at the world we live in, and the fact that i'm barely able to do anything about it. maybe one day i could, but until then, it would be nice to see my favourite space gays set an example.

now, i know there's complications with this. nureyev refused to take the guardian angel system down in the first place because of the damage it would cause, and i'm willing to bet he hasn't excised that moral core just yet, no matter how hard he's trying. but i'm sure they can find a way to make it work. they have rita, after all!!

they're definitely hinting at a homecoming arc for juno. i think nureyev needs one too, is all.

#tpp #the penumbra podcast #junoverse #peter nureyev #juno steel #rambling again sorry #dear god penumbra has me in it's grips will it never let go?#essay #i genuinely for real did not intend this one to be an essay i promise #it just happened my brain doesn't shut up

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sixamese-simblr · 28 days

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The Bearchelor: Episode 4

Previously on the Bearchelor...

Kevin: "Max. Please don't ever dance with me again."

And coming up...

Aldric: "Is kissing on the lips too much at this stage? Or should I just have gone for a kiss on the lips? Damn I should've gone for the lips, it's so obvious now. I suck at this game."

There are five contestants left in the Bearchelor pad, and things are getting steamy because today is the day our bachelor will be playing the kissing game. Each contestant will get one chance to exchange a smooch with the bachelor.

Aldric: "Is kissing on the lips too much at this stage? Or should I just have gone for a kiss on the lips? Damn I should've gone for the lips, it's so obvious now. I suck at this game."

Almeric: "No I've never kissed anyone, no I'm not going to make that obvious, so that tongue is going all the way in."

Castor: "This game is a much easier way to make out with Kevin than having to rig spin the bottle. We should do this more often."

Jared: "I'm not entirely sure what the "game" part of the kissing game is supposed to be, but just making out is a good time with me."

Max: "I'm going to be completely honest, I don't think my heart's in this. Things just haven't felt right since Mitch has been gone, ya know?"

While Kevin and the rest of the contestants are hanging out in the lounge, Max has retreated to the piano in front of the Bearchelor pad.

Max: "I don't actually play the piano, but I've heard making music is a good way to get emotions out, so I thought I'd give it a go."

As the time for the elimination approaches, Almeric appears uncharacteristically nervous (While Castor is eye fucking the camera)

Almeric: "The pressure has just really been getting to me, you know? There's only 5 of us left, and what if Kevin doesn't pick me? Hell, what if Kevin picks Aldric over me?"

The contestants gather outside for the elimination.

Kevin: "I feel like I've got to know all of you pretty well over these past few days. The people I've chosen to move on to the next round are Castor, Aldric and Almeric."

This leaves Max and Jared.

Kevin: "Max. You're a really nice guy, but I feel like there's something or someone on you mind. Jared. I'm attracted to you, but I don't know if that attraction is enough just yet. The person I have chosen to move on to the next round is...

Jared."

Kevin: "Max, it's been great getting to be your friend, but I feel like I can't let you continue here with you missing Mitch as much as you do."

Max: "It's cool, bro. Come visit us at ALT sometime, I'll make you my famous dino nugget noodles."

Kevin: "For the love of the Watcher please don't"

Max: "Wait for me, Mitch, I'm coming! Go Llamas!"

#sims 2 bachelor challenge #sims 2 #ts2 #simblr #kevin beare #aldric davis #almeric davis #castor nova #jared starchild #max flexor

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cyanidecravings · 6 months

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some thoughts about skinship in bump up business

did i say i wouldn't take bub seriously? yeah, i take that back.

i just have a lot of feelings about the way skinship and intimacy are handled in the show. apparently there are some people who are complaining that we didn't really get anything besides that one kiss (which isn't up to their standards either) and that makes me so angry because there's actually a lot of casual touching going on. we get TONS of hand holding, so much so that someone on twitter said it's jihoon and eden's love language (it totally is). it also serves as a representation of their relationship over the course of the show. the first time they do it in episode 1, it's for the fans: jihoon reaches out and eden is surprised but goes along with it because that's what's expected of him. it's strictly business except that it also triggers eden's dream about jihoon and his subsequent confusion about his sexuality. in the confession scene in episode 8 we get a nice parallel to that: jihoon offers up his hand but he waits for eden to take it, which he does of course. they're also alone, meaning this moment isn't for the fans or the cameras but just for them. we've come full circle.

it's not just the hand holding though. there's a lot more touching going on. jihoon brushes eden's cheek on more that one occasion (the car scene in episode 4 is a very sweet example) and while eden is a bit more hesitant he reaches out for jihoon too (like grabbing his shoulder after hearing jihoon defend him during their first interview). of course those touches also serve as a replacement for more kisses (quite literally in episode 8 when jihoon and eden are interrupted before their lips touch and instead run off together holding hands). the fact that we even got one kiss is already a big deal considering mill and nine are in an active group together and south korea is still rather conservative when it comes to lgbtq people/relationships. (the only other example of two group members starring in a bl together is a shoulder to cry on and that did not include a kiss.) i personally think it's a smart way to balance showing romance and intimacy without being too over the top and potentially risking their careers. and it works because mill and nine are already familiar enough with each other that it's not too awkward.

a lot of other series seem to forget that kissing isn't the only way to show romantic interest which is why i get pretty annoyed when we get nice enough kiss scenes but the couple doesn't touch in any other meaningful way the rest of the time. (i judge hugs more that i judge kisses by now. there are a lot of very awkward hugs in bl shows!)

i'm not saying bub is perfect or that you shouldn't criticize it. but i can't stand when people complain about stuff that evidently isn't true. (maybe they just don't know the meaning of skinship.)

#bump up business #onlyoneof #온리원오브 #sorry for the rant #as you can tell i'm very normal about this show #i hope this makes sense i'm very sleep-deprived #text

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I have decidedly mixed feelings about Season 4 as a whole but The Freshman is a very very good episode.

It's also, however you choose to work it out, in the top three episodes of the whole series in terms of how much dialogue Buffy Summers herself gets [see note A below]. Which makes sense thematically -- if Season 4 is about anything (note that I said if) then surely it is about Buffy attempting to answer the question "who are you?" posed by the title of one of its stand-out episodes. Who is Buffy (and what is this show about?) now that high school is over? That's a question this episode will begin to explore.

Part of the reason I like this episode so much is that it's focused on the character of Buffy herself in a way none of the other season openers get to be. Half of the focus of S3's Anne is on a town where Buffy isn't anymore and the other half is on a girl who doesn't want to be Buffy anymore; S5's Buffy vs Dracula is .... it's about ... no, I can't lie, it's just shit, sorry (and Real Me, morally that season's true opener, is certainly about Buffy in a sense but it's about her as seen through the prism of Dawn Summers); Buffy spends most of S6's Bargaining dead and as such doesn't talk that much; while S7's Lessons is focused on setting up the Dawn-focused, back-to-high-school season that, in just a few episodes's time, the writers will give up on entirely (in fact we never see Dawn's new friends Kit and Carlos on screen again).

S1's Welcome to the Hellmouth comes close to the underlying numbers of The Freshman (in keeping with the rest of Season 1, Buffy definitely has a lot of speaking time in this one), but that episode is an attempt to introduce the whole world of the show as much as it is the character of Buffy herself. By design, the Buffy we meet already knows the basics about vampires and Slaying and destinies: the exposition Giles offers is for the audience's benefit rather than hers. Even having moved to a new town, Buffy is instantly more comfortable in the halls of Sunnydale High than she is on campus at the beginning of this episode.

Only S2's When She Was Bad comes as close to being purely about Buffy as this episode does, but it doesn't score very highly among the season openers in terms of raw speaking time numbers [see note B].

That's because while When She Was Bad is about Buffy and who she is after (not exactly) surviving the events of Prophecy Girl, it's at least partly about who she is as seen from the perspective of her friends and family. So we open with a scene of Willow and Xander waiting for Buffy to get back, we have a rare scene of Buffy's parents alone together discussing their daughter, we see that (in their own different ways) Giles and Cordelia and Angel are all worried about her although she resists their various attempts to connect with her. In her absence, the gang briefly debate whether she might be posessed -- that this might not even be the real Buffy at all. There's no such confusion about the Buffy we see on screen in this episode. Giles is reluctant to help her, insisting that he's not her Watcher anymore; Cordelia has left town and goes unmentioned; somebody who watches Angel will know that Angel tries calling but Buffy doesn't find this out. Unlike When She Was Bad, The Freshman is completely about Buffy's understanding of herself. With a couple of brief exceptions near the end, the perspective and camera remains tightly focused on her: we see what she sees, and only that.

The Buffy Summers of When She Was Bad was trying to cut herself off from the world and is saved by her friends; the Buffy Summers of The Freshman is trying to make her own way in the world without a familiar safety net and -- though she is reassured to eventually realize her friends are still around and still want to help her -- she also learns she can succeed even without them. (Arguably, this is a lesson she learns a little too well.)

Also Sunday was great and should have been in more episodes (and so should Cathy and Olivia, frankly, though they do at least appear again a little).

[A] Per Julian Freedland's timestamp data, Buffy's top three episodes in terms of absolute speaking time are 1) S1E05: "Never Kill A Boy On The First Date"; 2) S3E18: "Earshot"; 3) S4E01: "The Freshman" . Adjusting for the fact some episodes are just more dialogue-heavy than others, Buffy's top three episodes as a percentage of total speaking time are 1) S4E02: Living Conditions; 2) S4E01: The Freshman; 3) S3E03: Faith, Hope & Trick.

[B] Technically When She Was Bad is only the fifth highest ranked of the seven season openers by Buffy speaking time, with Buffy having 23.5% of all dialogue, but there's very little difference between third and sixth here: 24.9% for Anne in third versus 23.4% for Buffy vs Dracula in sixth; compare 30.8% for Welcome to the Hellmouth and 35.6% for The Freshman and either nothing or almost nothing for Bargaining depending on whether you treat it as a two-parter or one double-length episode.

#btvs #don't know if I'm going to commit to a rewatch of the whole season yet but this was a fun one

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so i've just joined the pjo series discourse on sm (i've read all the books) so maybe people might have already said this but i feel like the monster fights are kinda underwhelming ?? the fights themselves but the atmosphere around them too. i'm just going to say it point by point to be clearer :

Mrs. Dodds: she's the first monster and threat of the show. i was waiting for something scary and surprising, that would have terrified percy or something. but instead the "reveal" was slow, and there wasn't even a fight, he just kind of opened the sword (even tho we don't even see him doing it) and she just. dies like that ?? it was really easy and i get that they can't just kill percy in the first ep but there wasn't even a bit of struggle or anything. tbh this first fight really dissapointed me. there was mystery that creates an intrigue but she just wasn't scary or a menace imo (EDIT : I HAVE NOW REREAD THE SCENE AND IT HAS COME TO MY ATTENTION THAT THIS IS EXACTLY HOW THE FIGHT PLAYS OUT IN THE BOOK (extract down below) so forget everything i said in this part, i'm sorry. )

2. The minotaur : i liked this one much more than the first one, the car chase was thrilling and the atmosphere of the scene was really cool. i've only got one little thing to say about it, but i think it's just a me thing and i'm nitpicking (idk how to make gifs so i hope you can picture it in your head) :

when sally takes percy's jacket to lure the minotaur away from the boys and uses it as a red cape like in a corrida, i think it kinds of take the attention away from the fear of the monster in itself by being comedic. AGAIN i know i'm nitpicking here but why not say it.

(also i regret that the last scene was so far away from the camera and from the camp border. i know it's bc it's percy's pov but i loved percy's desperation in the movie (I KNOW IT'S BAD) when he's failing to save his mother and finally sees her (and her emotions) when she is gets taken away from him.)

3. Medusa : i LOVED what they tried to do with medusa and how they tried to make us sympathise with her. however, the fight was REALLY dissapointing to me. it kind of happened from nowhere. it's implied that it's annabeth plan but it really happened way too fast and did not give enought time for the viewer to appreciate the threat that medusa can be. it felt way to easy for them to beat MEDUSA. the fight lasted 5 seconds max and it felt shy in a way, like as if they didn't not want to fuck it up.

+ special mention : 4. Clarisse: I'M NOT SAYING SHE'S A MONSTER, I'M JUST PUTTING HER HERE BC TECHNICALLY SHE WAS A THREAT TO PERCY. i like dior's acting, idk anything about her outside of the show but i'm going to be honest : not knowing the cast at all, at first i immediately thought she was drew 😭. she IS a really pretty girl but for me she doesn't emanate clarisse's ares' daughter vibe. when her spear broke she was so GOOD, but appart from that she's just really chill i think ? like she's not menacing, she just kind of a mean girl bully (which clarisse is ig but she's not a menace enough imo) and tbh i think she's just not as "rough" as i think she could have been.

tldr : i think the fights were not scary enough and did not set a good tone for the series. they were also too easy and fast for them to be enjoyable.

of course i still enjoy this show a lot so i will be watching the next episodes and the rest of it so maybe there will be improvements. please yell what you guys think !!

it's the first time i ever talk so much on tumblr, so i hope it was readable. if there was any mistakes please tell me, english is not my first language.

#pjo series #pjo fandom #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #the minotaur #mrs dodds #clarisse la rue #pjo tv show #pjo spoilers

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eriexplosion · 2 months

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MOVING FROM SOME EASY EPISODES TO THE HARDEST. OUTPOST.

Do y'all remember the hype for this episode like we knew it was THE Crosshair episode and everyone was absolutely thirsting for it.

"A new friend is made on a harsh and unforgiving outpost planet" WHO WROTE THIS SUMMARY?

Like yes technically accurate as it doesn't specify that the new friend survives the friendship.

Crosshair clearly paying much more attention to the regs these days, at this point I do think he's pretty much had all his bullshit beaten out of him when it comes to thinking he's better than anyone else. Just in time for Crosshair's Worse Time Parade to start.

Much like Hemlock, Lieutenant Nolan is established as absolute garbage the instant he sees Crosshair taking like two seconds to breathe out of his helmet and tells him he's out of uniform. If The Bad Batch can do one thing it's write a man that sucks.

AND THEN HE MAKES IT WORSE WITH "I DON'T LIKE USED EQUIPMENT"

Literally would kill this man myself and he's been on screen for 30 seconds

THE ICE VULTURE <3 OUR BOY'S NEW MOTIF <3

MAYDAY. MAYYYYYDAYYYYYY.

HE IS HERE!

God Mayday was complicated because like I loved him from the moment I saw him but also like, coming into this episode just logistically we knew anyone that showed Crosshair a hint of kindness was almost certainly going to get killed, so Mayday is loved for the exact thing that put him on the path to narrative doom. Reinforcements or no reinforcements, it doesn't matter, Mayday was never leaving Barton IV alive.

They waited 36 rotations. 4 days longer than Crosshair was left to nearly starve on a platform. If I remember correctly (I'm not there yet) Crosshair says the trip took 2 hours. None of their lives were worth two hours.

THE WAY MAYDAY HAS TWO, TWO MEN LEFT UNDER HIS COMMAND. ONLY TWO. HE HAD TO WATCH THE REST ALL DIE UNDER HIS WATCH. I AM SO FUCKING UNWELL ABOUT HIM.

I really love the name Hexx btw

"Respect is something to be earned." And immediately Nolan goes nuclear to insult him because he wasn't instantly given unconditional deference.

YEP IT WAS TWO HOURS. TWO HOURS OUT OF THE WAY.

I am going to scream from the layers of unfair this is.

The way Mayday's voice softens a touch when left alone with Crosshair though, always gentler with another clone.

I'm still not over the LONG pause after Mayday introduces himself, like Crosshair is trying to dig past the shields he put up between himself and his situation to remember his own name. He probably hasn't heard it at all since Cody.

Mayday looked at Crosshair and apparently felt the desperation for company rolling off him in smothering waves because he instantly is just like 'you're under my wing now'

That he's been out here over a year meaning that the Empire has been established for over a year is a lot to take in like god Crosshair has been away from home for so long.

"You'll freeze to death in that armor" He is like 10 seconds from wrapping Crosshair in a blanket I swear to god I'm only slightly projecting.

"Vicious creatures, but you have to admire 'em. They find a way to survive." GOD I LOVE THAT LINE. ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC.

Using the explosion through heat vision to completely screw Crosshair's up for the shot was such a good excuse to have him just wound the guy instead of kill him, lol.

Still was surprised to see a blood trail in this cartoon, but sure they can't show us any sign of Tech's body right (YES I AM STILL ON THIS AND WILL BE UNTIL THEY SHOW US THE BOY)

Goddddd him putting Hexx and Veetch's helmets next to all of the others. His very last brothers, the men he was responsible for, god I am in tatters about it. Every second of this episode is just. Grief and Pain.

"Remind me not to die on your watch" Don't worry you're the only person that's been nice to him in months he will literally drag you through hell to save your life. Crosshair just has what we call "Something is wrong with him" disease and all of his words pass through the cortex that makes him rude before getting to you.

My thoughts on this mine disarming scene are Many but let it just be said that I still cannot believe they put this on my screen, it was made explicitly for me to be feral to.

Mayday has learned fast how to talk to Crosshair though, gotta give him some snark back.

"They're... gone." "And here we are. The survivors."

GOD I AM UNHINGED ABOUT THIS.

"If I don't hear a boom then I'll know it worked." "Glad you're confident in your work." "Oh I'm confident, I'm just not stupid."

I just love this back and forth dynamic that they hit perfectly and immediately.

Hey Crosshair actually wins a hand to hand fight all he has to do is sneak up on them and not give them the opportunity to actually hit him back.

Shout out to the guy whose first instinct was to try and RUN MAYDAY OVER WITH A CAR like it didn't work but impressive ingenuity.

Clones dying to guard the gear intended for their replacements god it makes me ILL.

"We're good soldiers. We followed orders. And for what?"

The entire thing is designed to drive a wedge into Crosshair's brain and break through the thick shield he's built around himself where he is so sure if he just follows orders Well Enough maybe he can make everything he's done and lost worth it in the end but he can't because he never had a future in the Empire and no amount of sunk cost fallacy will change that.

AND JUST IN TIME FOR HIS EPIPHANY WE GET THE AVALANCHE.

Literally would be so fascinating to see exactly what was running through Mayday's head when he chose to push Crosshair out of the way of the rock instead of jumping to safety himself. He just met this guy, he's not technically responsible for him, but Mayday has lost every single soldier he was in command of, sole survivor of his unit, and he finally, finally had the opportunity to save someone. If he only saves one person, maybe he's done something worthwhile.

And honestly, Crosshair is trying to do the same back to him. Just Mayday dies knowing he succeeded and Crosshair lives knowing he failed.

I am fucking destroyed by this episode by the way like it is so unbearably good and also tragic as hell.

Mayday trying to get Crosshair to leave him behind and the music when Crosshair decides absolutely the fuck not. That they have one helmet between them and Crosshair put it on Mayday's head and not his own.

THE MUSIC AS CROSSHAIR IS SO DETERMINED TO DRAG HIM BACK AND THE ICE VULTURE OVERHEAD MY GOD.

The moment of them huddling together in a tiny little hideaway in the rock ends me too, like, images that stick in my head forever.

And despite everything Crosshair made it he got Mayday back to the outpost alive, he did everything to accomplish the impossible and it should have been enough, but it wasn't all because Nolan doesn't value either of their lives enough to even lift a single finger for Mayday.

Like Crosshair accomplishing the impossible through sheer stubbornness only to have it pulled away at the last second I am in AGONY.

HE GAVE MAYDAY HIS SNIPER RIFLE TO USE AS A CRUTCH FOR GODS SAKE

Crosshair taking Mayday's helmet off and at least giving him one last moment of human connection before it's over

The voice acting in this moment is absolutely unbelievable but especially on 'Help him' like give DBB all the money in the world because I was shattered.

THE FACT THAT THEY MADE US LISTEN TO MAYDAY GURGLE COUGH OUT HIS LAST BREATH AND SEE THE INSTANT HIS EYES ROLL BACK AND CLOSE

"He served his purpose as a soldier of the Empire" OWN WORDS THROWN BACK INTO HIS FACE LIKE A FUCKING PUNCH

The way Crosshair's words drop back down into a growl as he says "You could have saved him." is so good too.

The music as it all reaches its boiling point, as he sees the vulture's shadow, then Mayday's body, then the vulture itself just. Oh god. This episode is a masterpiece and I'm still not over it. I don't think I'll ever be over it.

Like I still cannot BELIEVE we got this shot? The rock wings? I'm? Inconsolable?

Crosshair really probably thought he was going to die right there next to Mayday and honestly I think he was okay with it, in the worst way possible. Also him unconscious here is literally THE most relaxed I think we've ever seen his face.

But because this is only the start of Crosshair's Life Getting Much Much Worse he gets to live and wake up in a horrible science lab!

The sedative injection is much worse given the way that they torture him later.

"Cooperate and you might survive."

Literally one of the best episodes of anything I've ever seen I still cannot believe that we got it, truly. This episode is like 95% of the reason I have faith in the writers pulling through on the Tech Issue because I don't think anyone that gave Crosshair this episode arc would actually kill Tech off in such a stupid way on a completely pointless side quest.

I'm still on the rock wings and will be until further notice.

#the bad batch rewatch

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