#(PS when is the wedding 🫣🥰)

[rosicheeks]

i started making that playlist for you the first time i saw your angelic face!

so far it has 165 songs, 9 hours and 46 minutes

i add to it every time i hear a song that is worthy of you 💕

EXCUSE ME?!!!?!?!?!?!???!!!!?!

#I feel like I need to find a gif to express how I’m feeling #cause WHAT #I’m about to ugly cry #what is this playlist called 👀 #this is for anyone but if you ever find a song that reminds you of me or one that you just want to show me - send me that shit!!! #music is the key to my heart tbh #it’s so hard to believe these sweet anons #some of these asks I get I’m just speechless and blown away and just ??????? #feel so many emotions #and then I go through a denial period #like nah they must be on the wrong blog no WAY they meant to send this to me #but on a serious note I’ve always always always wanted someone to make me a mixtape or a playlist #and just the thought of it melts my heart and makes me want to scream and cry into my pillow #thank you for making me smile and making my day 🥺🥹🥹🥹 #(PS when is the wedding 🫣🥰) #ask #anon #fav asks #sweet asks #I don’t feel like this response is good enough but I want to post it and show you how much I appreciate you and this ask 😭😭

[derangedthots]

Daemon twines their fingers together over Jace’s mark. The heat burns through him, flushing his cheeks as his heart pounds. He’s caught in Daemon’s gaze, back pressed against cold stone and the warmth of Daemon’s body looming over him. His hair glows silver in the shadows, gently brushing Jace’s cheeks as Daemon leans his face close to his own. Lips glance against his, whispers of hot breath heating the air around them.

“Little dragon is there something you need to tell me?” murmurs Daemon. His eyes flicker to Jace’s lips, but his gaze settles firmly on Jace.

Jace stares wide-eyed and mute. He thinks of how these words have chased him through all his life. He looks carefully into the faces of all those he meets. As much as he enjoyed Aegon’s company when they were children, he knew the man was capable of enjoying the torment of others. Aemond was proof of that. Aemond, Jace thinks. When his uncle held that rock over their heads, he thought he was bringing the doom that’s been inked into his skin since birth. The terrible glee and triumph in Aemond’s face had scared Jace, not just for his life, but that the Gods were so cruel to fashion him to a boy so filled with hatred. Would he be yoked to that hatred himself? Would he be pushed into the deepest pits of himself and delight in other’s humiliation? It was a relief that Luke had defended all of their honor, Jace and his dear cousins both when he took that knife and only ripped Aemond’s eye out. Jace won’t ever regret that only an eye died that night.

But Aemond still haunts him. Following him throughout the Red Keep in his last visit, his lone eye fixed firmly on Jace’s every move. Now he chases Jace. He’s taken Luke. There’s no body, no remains of either him and Arrax. Jace wakes gasping from tormented sleep, face wet with tears and clawing at his skin, hoping he could rend the words from himself. Everyday has been filled with dread and waiting to hear those words from a man he’ll die hating. A man he’s destined to kill. And yet.

Daemon still stares at him, he’s violet eyes dark and hungry as he waits for Jace to respond. Jace breathes in shakily, half hope half agony. He’s traded one kinslayer for another, and one wed to his mother. This pushes him to shake his head. No, he won’t be the cause of his mother’s ruin.

Daemon stills. Neither moves for a long moment, before Daemon lurches forward ripping Jace’s doublet open. Jace tries to squirm away, but Daemon already has the words exposed to the night’s air. Gooseflesh scatters across his skin, the cool air brushing against him. Daemon’s hands grip his naked hips, fingers hot brands around the dark words. Daemon presses a nail against the first letters, lightly scratching the mark. Jace shivers, face hot and his pants tighten. He realized in rising humiliation that Daemon’s hold has awakened him from the misery he’s been living since receiving the news of Luke.

Daemon hums quietly. “Ah, this is what has been keeping you from sleep, byka jorrāelagon?” Daemon clicks his tongue. “Jacaerys if you ever hide yourself from me again, you will not like what happens next.”

~~~

If there’s anyone who is going to Mansplain, Manipulate and Murder it’s Daemon and the gaslighting is going to be off the charts. Hilariously what Jace doesn’t know is that Rhaenyra knows about Daemons contingency plan because she’s the one that first thought to do it 🫣🤭 *whispers* with Harwin and Laenor 🤭🤭🤭

Ps I was flirting with you 🥰 everyone needs a bedtime story filled with gaslighting and dark hallway trysts 😘 hope this also makes your heart pound as much as Jace here 🤭

anon, anon my love you can't do this to me i'm actually getting heart palpitations from this omggg jace babe you should probably run away but goodness knows your stepfather loves a chase. i'm not even in this but i feel seduced *fans self rapidly like a victorian woman who just glimpses a man's collarbones for the first time* (ALSO LMAO RHAENYRA BEING THE OG AND DAEMON PULLING A HER I LAUGH)

truly you have bewitched me body and soul fjsks *blushes from head to toe*❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

#anon #ask #jacemon #i am a weak WEAK woman when i'm being flirted with i might just swoon fr #drabble