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norgestan · 3 years

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norandro, eva/nora, amiris 👀❣️

NORANDRO:

i mean, starting off pretty strong with my favorite eskam couple. oh god. THEM. as someone who cannot stomach season 2 and also skipped william's clip and william's clip only when season 4 of skam came to an end... i will ALWAYS love what eskam did for this couple. i think i explain it pretty well on my season 3 review, but to sum up those thoughts: i think this is what noorhelm was truly supposed to be, they're both pretty flawed characters with great arcs who make their get-together super interesting and organic, alejandro is my baby and the most developed william and i'll die on this hill, etc.

especially i think that norandro, for a ship that got way less screentime that all their other counterparts, is by FAR the most developed couple in all of them and up there in eskam too, and although they weren't the focus of most of the show, it's clear as day that the writers really tried to tell a compelling story with these two - and they succeeded. it's shocking to me that eskam actually got to link the "everyone is fighting a battle" motto that has become a meme for how poorly incorporated it is on the skamverse, as alejandro effectively behaved around that motto: during season 3 and onwards, which is where i believe he's fully reformed as a character and love interest, he never hurts nora - nor anyone - in any way. he struggles to tell nora how he doesn't want a relationship because he doesn't want to hurt her, and in the miscommunication fest that their first clip of s3 is, i've always LOVED that nora calls alejandro a "fuckboy" still, and he's clearly annoyed by this, but doesn't bite back. he's always so mindful of her feelings even though he's struggling himself, BECAUSE he understands that his suffering is not the center of the world! because treating people with kindness is a strength in itself! and it continues like that for the rest of the season. like, at his most petty, he just sends a text to nora calling her a "fuckboy", which is honestly hilarious. he deals with a lot of jealousy because of nora's new relationship, yet he values her friendship so much that he never snaps at her, he never lets it show when he's talking to her, and he's never passive-aggressive about it - you can tell that he's so genuinely glad that they're still friends after all. god, the clip where he realizes that miquel is a shit boyfriend while he's talking to nora... imagine the things any other william would've said there. imagine the ways alejandro could've been petty or overprotective and fuck everything up. instead, he recognizes nora needs space and even though it hurts to be away from her, he does it because he understands it's what she needs - and his own feelings and entitlement (that he previously showed, too!) aren't the most important thing. it's beautiful. UGH. what a great character eskam crafted, there.

i like them well enough in s4, too. i think, for what they had to work with, they took them in a good direction and their happy ending feels deserved. it's just that... personally, i wish there was more introspection of nora's aftermath in s3, which is also one of my complaints with season 3 - and where characters like emma could've been SO good. although i understand the intentions, a lot of nora's internal turmoil regarding her abusive relationship with miquel are only tied to her desire to be with alejandro. it's frustrating that it became so boy-focused when the girl squad was the center of the emotional climax of nora's season. to me, the solution is still in giving the pov's to the girl squad and not... random characters lol, but oh well. i think eskam did good there and i still love this couple the most!!! i just wish there was an universe where their story doesn't have to be wrapped up in one season and we can get actual glimpses of a beautiful slow burn where they can finally get together and make their relationship work - and this is where the fanfic part comes in, i guess! as someone who loves the couple, i liked seeing them lovey-dovey in the background of s4, but also i wouldn't have been too mad if they held off from making them completely canon and only hinted their status as endgame, kinda how they did with eva and jorge. oh, and speaking of eva, i guess...

NOREVA:

i guess, the main thing with them is that i love norandro so much that i can't really see nora with any other love interest??????? now, platonically. UGH. 12/10. anyone who's seen season 3 should know and i shouldn't even have to explain it tbh. i love the focus that is put on their friendship and how emotionally charged it is when it comes to miquel and the aftermath of all that. like, a similar thing is done with norandro - because at that point, nora and alejandro were exclusively friends, but it becomes even more relevant when it's about eva. eva who, you know, was in a toxic relationship herself. i love that she herself brings up her relationship with jorge when she's talking about miquel, and how wary she is of everything that happening. the fact that she's the first one to sense it feels so right!!! i love that eskam really made them close and gave them the window scene, which is both so powerful on its message and a true love letter to female friendships.

i think eva is a really underrated eskam character as it is, like... people really don't understand how great of a character she is and how much she's grown. they are quick to call her a boring, ooc party girl once s2 rolls around, like eskam didn't spend TIME making eva herself declare that hooking up with cristian (and cristian ONLY!) was something she did out of fun and she was decided to stop as soon as it stopped being fun for her. moreover, eva is such a perceptive person: she's been that way since s1 and it has only carried across for the entirety of the show since then. and when pairing two really good characters together, like eva and nora, you really can't go wrong. their friendship brings great things out of both of them and it goes through its own arc during nora's season, whereas other seasons either dump eva as noora's bff midway through or just make them really close to introduce character drama but don't really do anything to their dynamic as it is.

romantically... sigh. i'm sorry LOL as much as i love girls kissing and wlw romance done right... i don't see potential for this relationship outside their platonic dynamic. which is, btw, incredibly strong and beautiful. i'm super contented with how eskam handled their friendship and therefore i wouldn't want anything else from them, and it's not like nooreva where the chemistry was THERE. however! i'm always open to see people's interpretations of what romantic noreva could be. wasn't it you who wrote that beautiful fic of nora realizing she's bi and falling for eva after season 3? because now THAT'S the shit i'm looking for. i think there's a lot of potential there which i'd like to see explored in fic, but other than that, i love their relationship how it is and i've never felt a desire to see them as each other romantic interests.

AMIRIS:

first things first: why did eskam NEVER confirm cris having an embarrassing, sweet, confusing childhood crush on amira? i mean, it's my headcanon that she'll later realize it and she'll jolt awake and think "holy FUCK" but like... it's a thing that isaks are into their jonases. why didn't it happen here :(((((

being honest, childhood friends to lovers has never been my thing? a simple friends to lovers doesn't do it for me: i like my relationships rocky, with lots of character moments and whose survival and success depend only on the people involved making efforts to change and do better. if you've seen s4... yeah, that's not really the case. it's just disappointing because damn, amiris is the realest thing indeed, but also... what case are the writers doing for them? because it was only irene and hajar doing the intense gazing and bringing all the chemistry home. s4 cris is a mess and a half, and while i like the idea of the bench scene featuring both of them, and being more about cris reminding amira the reasons she's made it this far instead of lecturing her about sucking it up better... the result is still lackluster. there are SO many issues on their friendship that were introduced and then dropped, and it's really nice that cris finally is there to comfort amira when shit goes down, it truly is! but what else is there? it's just a small part of s4 being a bunch of missed potential. they could've REALLY done something great with their relationship and bring back and close cris' development in the show, but we only got... well, nothing. back to 0. amira has to live with those problems, now. things like that really make it seem like once amira broadens her horizons, she won't really go back to her friendship with the girls, and cris will be a lingering wound of the past. oh well.

ehem. romantically!!!!!!! as i said, cris was totally crushing on amira at some point. like... canon really makes a point at making cris' brother amira's love interest, where dani has nothing to offer to amira than cris hasn't done yet. iftar on a rooftop? ha, loser, cris did it first. admiring her passion and her faith? cris does it arguably way better than dani. longtime pining? dude. go home. okay, i'll cut dani soto some slack since it's not about him lol. point is, if amira was charmed by all of those things, then what tells me that the option of her and cris being a thing is off the table? at the end of the day, they're indeed a relationship that needs a lot of work and patience to last. the 500k slow burn is writing itself, really.

(regardless of amiris' future, i still think irene and hajar have to do a cute romcom romance at some point. their chemistry is off the charts.)

#skam españa #putting a read more thingy because as usual i've gone in too deep #also yes. i did mark 'i want to kiss them' in every ship. and what about it #thank you so much for your ask adelaide!!!!!!!! <3 #answered

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bobbymckenzie · 4 years

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☆ pairing: nicky x mc

☆ word count: 2.3k

☆ tags: @serafinedupont ; @ariendiel ; @venueska ; @bellarxse ; @lasswithumor ; @lucas-koh ; @violinet ; @messofakind

☆ author’s note: ok full disclosure i stopped playing like day 3 of season 3 so i’m purely going off of screenshots i’ve seen of nicky. he’s seriously my favorite and i want him so bad!!! ok anyways here’s a one-shot of nicky and my mc, danielle/dani realizing their feelings for each other ! here it is on ao3 ! comments, kudos, and feedback of any kind is much appreciated !! [this is not my favorite thing i’ve ever written but i could not get this idea out of my head]

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She nudged her way through the crowd, the edge of her dress fisted in her trembling hand, heading towards any exit door she could find. Huge crowds were never her thing, and it never got easier, even after the season ended.

She pushed out onto the balcony, revelling in the crisp, fresh air, breathing so deeply until her chest loosened up a bit.

The edge of the balcony looked out onto the huge lawn, precisely cut and bright as synthetic, store bought grass. Fake looking and expensive, just like half of the patrons at the gala.

She was rubbing elbows with the elite and she hated it. A lot. Humble beginnings to being a sellout.

Valets in steam pressed uniforms maneuvered the expensive luxury vehicles throughout the long, winding driveway, not a single person who made below six figures in sight.

She gripped the cold marble until her hands stung, trying to focus on anything other than her panicked pulse to slow it down. She was never gonna get used to this life, no matter how many high profile events she was invited to.

“Hey, Dani,” a melodic voice called from behind her.

“Oh, Nicky, hey,” she threw him a soft smile, hoping he didn’t hear the way her breath hitched in her throat at her nickname.

“Needed a breather, too?” He slid the glass door behind him, closing it with a click, before coming to join her at the railing.

“Yeah, I just… couldn’t handle the crowd anymore,” she shrugged, taking a shaky breath.

He knew how badly crowds freaked her out. Being on a t.v. show that hinged on hidden cameras and an intimate cast, she never gave off the appearance that she would’ve reacted this way.

But the night of the finale, she found herself hiding in the corner of the Villa bathroom out of the ways of the cameras, trying desperately to catch her breath. Camilo hadn’t come to check on her, like she’d hoped. First person to knock on the door and ask how she was doing was Nicky.

He gently removed their mics, and spoke to her with such kindness and understanding that she couldn’t help but fall for him more than she already had.

God, Camilo was a great partner in the Villa. He was hot, incredibly suave, and practically worshipped the ground she walked on. But it turned out to be exactly what she was afraid of.

All passion, no substance.

It wasn’t a messy break up, but she wouldn’t count on him trying for more than the basic “How are you?” type of filler conversations with her if they ran into each other on the street.

Which they just so happened to do, since the charity gala insisted on trying to get any single islanders to offer up a date in exchange for a hefty donation.

“Sorry about that. I know this isn’t your kind of scene,” he said, leaning his arm against the railing, crossing his legs at the ankles. His body faced her, but he turned his head, surveying the lawn.

Danielle couldn’t help but stare at his defined features, the short, neat stubble parallel to his jawline, full lips pursed in a thoughtful pout.

He looked back at her, brows furrowed, concern knitted between them. “Are you okay with the auction?”

She shrugged. “Yeah, I guess so. The amount of old men here is disconcerting. I don’t know what the hell I’m gonna do if I get bid on by a really ugly guy –”

Nicky cut her off, laughing heartily, the bass of his voice reverberating off of the marble. “Damn, you really don’t wanna be here.”

“What, and you do?” She giggled, his laugh infectious. It was one of her favorite sounds.

He shrugged. “Not really. I was kind of hoping I could auction off a chance to play at somebody’s wedding or something.”

“Yeah, they see a handsome face–” she motioned up and down his body, “–before they see everything else.”

“You say that like you aren’t a catch, too, Dani,” he grinned. She rolled her eyes, trying to be nonchalant when she was freaking out inwardly.

“So does that mean Elladine is okay with you being here?” She asked hesitantly. She knew that they’d reunited after she walked out of the Villa, and from what the tabloids said, they were happy.

He winced, taking a deep breath. “Uh, yeah we broke up a little while ago. We just realized we were better off as friends.”

“She did, or you did?” He couldn’t lie to her – they knew each other too well for that. By the way he fidgeted, she knew she’d hit a nerve.

“You got me. I did. I still love her, don’t get me wrong. It just ended up feeling more like a partnership than a relationship you know?” He shrugged, trying to mask the unsurety in his voice.

“You realized maybe it was better when there were other people around?”

He glanced away, rolling his lips together. “...Yeah.”

She nodded, taking another deep breath, her pulse picking up speed.

Danielle had developed a huge crush on Nicky early on, but he and Elladine had gotten along so well that she just settled for being best friends. From the moment he compared her to his sister, she set her sights elsewhere.

But sometimes Nicky’s lingering looks gave her mixed signals. She never completely gave up hope, but the chances of them coupling up was next to none.

“So… I saw you and Camilo are done. You doing okay? Sorry I didn’t reach out to you sooner –”

“No, it’s okay. Life happens. I don’t blame you at all,” she said, with a sense of finality.

“Dani… how are you holding up? Really?”

He could see right through her, just like she could with him.

She blew out air, her lips flapping together. “It’s weird. I haven’t really seen him since our break up. I mean, not privately at least, you know? He texted me on my birthday, and it was cordial, but it’s still weird.”

“Did you talk to him tonight?”

“I waved, but nothing more than that. I don’t feel like having an obviously fake and super awkward conversation in front of the press,” she shrugged.

“Uh, well he asked for you a little while ago.”

“When?” Her eyebrows shot up, and she pushed away from the railing.

“Yeah, I have a suspicion that he’s here with somebody else,” he said softly, like he was trying to break the news to her without hurting her feelings..

Her eyes widened. “I’m – I don’t –”

“It’ll be okay. Camilo’s friendly enough. I don’t think he’d cause a scene,” Nicky shook his head sympathetically. “Stay next to me. I’ll keep you preoccupied.”

“It’s not that, I just. I don’t… know what to say. Especially in front of everybody like that. I know people will zero in on us and fixate on how we talk to each other and interact,” she shook her head, gripping the railing again.

“God, especially if he’s introducing me to his new girlfriend or whatever. If I raise my eyebrows at the wrong time, they’re gonna think I’m upset –”

“Or if you scrunch your nose up like you always do,” he added.

She stared at him, mouth parted. “Hey, I know you’re not talking, Mister Grimace.”

“Mister Grimace? What the hell are you talking about?”

“You grimace when you hate something, dummy,” she laughed. “Did you really not know you did that?”

He cocked his head to the side. “Most people make faces when they hate something, Dani.”

“Not like you, they don’t!” She shook her head, still grinning. “You couldn’t pretend to like something if your life depended on it.”

He grimaced. That set her off even more, her soft laugh growing into a full blown cackle.

“You just proved my point, dumbass,” she said between gasps of breath, pointing at his crinkled nose, full lips raised into the exact face she’d been poking at him for.

“Hey, who’re you calling a dumbass? The ‘D’ in dumbass stands for Dani, if we’re being real,” he joked, his distasteful expression melting into one of adoration as he watched her laugh at his expense.

“Shut up,” she said, thrusting her arm out to playfully push him. He captured her hand underneath his own, his warm palm rough against her soft skin.

Normally, it would’ve been a light hearted gesture, because they joked with each other all the time in the villa, but in that moment, with no islanders, no cameras, no audience – those feelings they tried so desperately to repress were bubbling to the surface.

Nicky’s eyes flitted to her lips, parted in surprise at his hand covering her own. Her eyes flitted down his chest, fixating on the white button up beneath his blazer that hugged his toned chest just right.

He found his own gaze wandering down her body, the floor length dress accentuating places he normally never found himself looking at.

God, he had a full view of her near naked body every day for weeks and never thought twice about it, but now, seeing her in an elegant gown that was snug around the places that used to be exposed, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her.

She knew she looked good, because the hair, makeup, and wardrobe people wouldn’t leave her alone until she was picture perfect. She wasn’t used to being under that kind of individual microscope, seeking the approval of rich people, like she was supposed to be one of them.

Danielle felt so out of place the entire night – until the moment Nicky stepped outside to comfort her.

“Nicky…” she breathed, the charged air between them sending an electric buzz through her limbs.

“Yeah?” he whispered, eyes half lidded, yet focused on her like she was the only person in the world.

She opened her mouth to say something, but shut it, instead glancing around the balcony and the large glass doors and windows that riddled their side of the mansion.

“Let’s get out of here,” she chewed the inside of her lip, watching his every move, hoping – praying – that he wasn’t going to reject her.

“How?”

God, she could feel the secondhand embarrassment coming on, and she glanced away from his lips, trying to come up with an excuse to explain what came over her. Her cheeks warmed, and she was thankful for the thick foundation that neutralized her blush.

“Forget it,” she said, tugging away from him.

“I didn’t say no,” he murmured, firmly holding her hand in place. “I asked ‘how?’ Do we have a plan?”

She blinked, trying to process his words.

After all those months of pretending like she’d been rid of her feelings, he’d just affirmed that he wanted her just like she wanted him.

“You’re serious?”

He nodded. “Very.”

Minutes later, after devising a quick plan to slip out the back, they were sprinting across the dewy lawn, breathless but free, sliding into the limo as soon as the driver opened the door for them.

They panted, smiles wide and skin glistening. As she watched a bead of sweat slip down his temple, the atmosphere changed, dripping with the sexual tension they never acknowledged.

Nicky was thankful the driver had already rolled the divider up, because as soon as his foot was on the gas, they were sliding closer to each other, folding under the pressure.

God, it was like the logical and emotional sides of his brain that’d been playing tug of war for so long finally snapped the rope, and everything he pretended not to notice flooded out.

There were so many things about her that he paid attention to that he figured was because they were close friends. He cursed himself for being such an idiot, because there’s no way he should’ve thought about her lips, the dimple on her left cheek, the curls that framed her face perfectly, the curve at the small of her back… a “friend” would’ve never thought about how gorgeous she was every single day.

He never betrayed Elladine, because he really did love her – but he mixed his feelings for both Elladine and Dani up. What he felt for Elladine was friendly love, like a family member or a best friend. The gravitational pull he had towards Dani should’ve never been mistaken for just friendship.

He had been falling for her day by day, but chalking it up to finding his life long best friend.

And as he searched her eyes, hand cupping her cheek, he knew he’d lucked out. He’d found both things in Dani: a partner and a best friend.

He spent weeks in a villa full of eligible women, but he demoted her before he could give her a true chance. He kicked himself in the ass for not realizing it sooner.

So when his lips met Dani’s for the first time, everything clicked into place.

They’d deal with the backlash of leaving the charity gala early. They’d deal with the press swarming them asking why he’d insisted on their friendship from the beginning. They’d deal with the onslaught of texts from the other islanders teasing them about finally getting together. They’d even deal with Elladine and Camilo later.

But in that moment, neither of them cared, focusing on the sweet bliss that was their first kiss.

And when he pulled back to see how she was feeling, he was met with the same serene expression he knew was on his own features – they were finally on the same page.

#litg #litg s3 #litg season 3 #litg nicky #nicky horne #litg fanfic #my fic #if u dont feel like reblogging/liking i'd appreciate a kudos !! <3

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rainhadaenerys · 3 years

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*DANY ANTIS DON'T INTERACT*

I was thinking about how every stan seems to think that the show diminished their fave to prop up others. As a Dany stan, I have often said how Dany was dumbed down as a way to prop up her male advisors (Tyrion, Jorah, Daario, Jon, etc), and how she was framed as a bad guy to prop up how morally superior Jon, Tyrion, Jorah, Varys and Sansa were to her. But the funny thing is that I have also seen other stans say the same thing about their faves. I've seen Jon stans say that Jon was diminished to prop up Dany, I've even seen Sansa stans saying that Dany was propped up at the expense of Sansa. And I guess that, depending on how you look at it, I can understand each of these positions. In Dany's case, I think she was trashed to prop up other characters, as I explained above, but the focus on trying to make her look bad to prop up other characters also made them focus more on Dany than on other characters, and made the entire story center around her madness. Therefore, Jon stans see Jon as just a prop in Dany's story, Tyrion stans also think that Tyrion was made incompetent and sidelined in order to prop up Dany's madness, and Sansa stans think that the show overfocused on Dany to make the audience more sympathetic to Dany, while these Sansa stans feel that the show should have focused more on Sansa and her leadership and think that Dany should be more demonized, so the show "shouldn't have spent time trying to make her sympathetic" (I completely disagree that the show tried to make Dany more sympathetic, of course, I think that the show did everything it could to demonize Dany, but I've seen many Sansa stans saying that the overfocus on Dany in season 8 was to make her sympathetic and they feel like Sansa should have been the protagonist, not Dany, because Sansa is the one who "won" in the end). And I'm not even talking about characters like Arya, Jaime, all of whom seemed to have been used as props to Dany's mad queen storyline.

Anyway, all of this made me think again how I think it's incredible how D&D managed to upset every single faction of the fandom, even though they could have very well made a shitty story, but still have managed to make some fans happy. Think about it:

Dany stans were obviously upset about Dany's character assassination.

People who were neutral on Dany wouldn't have cared as much about this character assassination, though, if it was done a bit more competently. It would have still have been character assassination, but most neutrals would have accepted it if it was a little more believable. They could have had Dany act "impulsively" and burn King's Landing by accident, and then have Jon kill her because he though she was not fit to rule. I would still consider character assassination and bullshit, but casuals would find it more believable than "Dany burns King's Landing for no reason after she already won". Or they could have had Dany not care about burning innocents that were mixed with Lannister soldiers in the city. She would have still been portrayed as a tyrant who doesn't care about innocents (that is, it would still upset us Dany stans), but it's more believable than burning King's Landing for no reason after she already won. Anyway, there were many ways to please the neutral fans, but they literally went with the stupidest choice, making Dany burn KL after she already won, for no reason other than vague madness and bells. The stupidity of it all is what pissed off most neutral fans.

Now, they could have still went with the stupid route they went of Dany burning King's Landing and still pleasing other fans. Gendrya fans that don't care about Dany could have still have been relatively pleased with the ending if Arya and Gendry were together. But nooo, they also had to piss off Gendrya fans by making Arya randomly reject Gendry for reasons.

But even with all that, they could have still pleased Jaime fans. I don't care about Jaime at all and I don't think he has to have a redemption, but the fact is, the show could have given him a redemption. Many Jaime stans wouldn't care about the butchering of Dany and Gendrya, as long as their boy got his redemption. But they chose to make him not get it, make him say he didn't care about innocents, and they also destroyed Braime (which pissed off Jaime stans, Braime stans and Brienne stans).

But even with all of that, they could still have pleased other fans! Some Cersei stans wouldn't care about any of that (many even enjoyed Jaime going back to Cersei), if Cersei had been a worthy antagonist in season 8. But no, she had to do nothing, sip wine and stare at a window, and then die by bricks, which of course pissed off many Cersei stans.

But even with all that, they could have still pleased the Jonsas! Jonsas never really cared about things making sense, they just wanted Dany to go evil and Jon and Sansa to fuck. They were fucking trilled at Dany going evil, but they were still disappointed in season 8 because Jon and Sansa didn't get together, and because the season emphasized Jon's love for Dany despite everything. And they hate season 8 for supposedly making Dany too sympathetic for their taste (which was indeed a big fail of the writing, because they tried so hard to pile trauma upon trauma upon Dany to justify her nonsensical turn, that they just made her more sympathetic).

So in the end, every stan thinks their fave was done dirty to prop up other characters. Jon stans think Jon was done dirty to prop up Dany. Dany stans think Dany was done dirty to prop up Jon, Tyrion, Sansa, Jorah, etc. Sansa stans think Sansa was done dirty to prop up Dany. Jaime stans think Jaime was done dirty in service of Dany's storyline. And the writers denied almost every stan what they wanted.

By the way, I'm not even talking about whether any of the possibilities I discussed above would be good writing or not. But simply that, if D&D wanted to please at least part of their fans, they could easily have. But it takes a monumental incompetence to piss off literally every faction of the fandom and make all of them agree on hating your ending (a fandom that is usually full of internal fights and division, but the only thing that the entire fandom agrees is how much they hate season 8 and the ending). It's almost as if D&D had a checklist when writing season 8 in which they discussed how to piss off every single fan. Did we piss off Dany stans? Check. Did we piss off Jon stans? Check. Did we piss off Jonsas? Check. Did we piss off Jonerys fans? Check. Did we piss off Jorleesis? Check. Did we piss off Gendryas? Check. Did we piss off Jaime stans? Did we piss off Braimes? Check. Did we piss off Cersei stans? Check.

#anti got #anti got rant #daenerys targaryen #rambling

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thewayshedreamed · 3 years

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Hi Dani!

For your time-themed fanfic asks:

Wednesday, March, September, minutes, ancient

Hi Baby Sayo 💕 Thanks for the ask!

Wednesday: name a fic which you have posted which you think is underrated?

• You hit with the hard one first, huh?

I guess it depends on the definition of “underrated”. If we’re talking about hits/notes, I think my answer is Operation Ghost Leopard.

The reason I say it depends, is because those who have been following it have more than hyped me up and kept me going when I felt like I should abandon it altogether based on low-ish engagement (compared to other fics I’ve written). I think part of it is because it’s Lysaedion-centric, so there’s inherently less fandom traffic for those fics than for others like Rowaelin, Nessian, etc. What can be discouraging is the fact that it’s the most intricate plot I’ve ever written, hands down, and in terms of engagement, it may get half the hits/ notes (if that) of a random one-shot I write for another ship.

BUT— I’ve also had the most fun writing that fic than almost any other, so that definitely keeps me motivated, too.

March: do you listen to music whilst writing?

Sometimes— it depends. When I do, it’s usually a very specific song/ short list of songs, on repeat, that keep me in the headspace for a fic. Sometimes, lyrics get distracting, and I have to write without it.

September: share a comment or review which still warms your heart.

Anyone who has received one of @bookstantrash’s reviews knows how generous she is with her appreciation. I don’t think I could pick a fave of hers if I tried— I love them all 💕 But the other day, she said Somewhere was her comfort fic, and that made me 🥺

In reference to my answer for “Wednesday”, there are so many comments on OGL that are dear to my heart. It would be different for each chapter, but there are so many people whose comments have been the reason I wrote the next chapter at all. I’m very grateful for those.

The way @keshavomit seems to pick up on ALL the undertones in basically every fic makes me feel so SEEN. Lol. I’ve said it a million times before, but I swear, she gets me.

That time @tswaney17 was so generous with her compliments for Centerfold, despite the fact that I had her “reaching for the hard liquor at 8am”. Her reblog gave me life.

And ironically, @sayosdreams you DARED leave THIS nugget on my most recent Somewhere update, and made me very emotional — “Also wow your writing is so incredible (as always but it blows my mind every time. Reading your writing is like touching silk or putting your finger through a flowing stream— it’s so beautiful that you feel encompassed in the sensation.)” — Who gave you the right to leave this poetry on my fic?! 😭

Also, the gc keeps me going basically everyday with the support, so each one of them deserves love here 💕

Minutes: how long does it normally take you to complete a fic?

Oh, that completely depends. If I’m REALLY in the zone (meaning, focused and already with a mental outline ready), I can get a one-shot/ chapter written in one sitting (not counting editing)— a few hours. But I’ve also had times where a one-shot/chapter has taken days. This brain in chaos.

Ancient: the first fic you ever posted online

Ah, my first baby. This Time— Nessian Friends with Benefits AU.

When I look back, there’s a lot I would have written/presented maybe a little differently, but I also don’t mind the reminder of growth in my writing either. That fic holds a special place in my heart

#fanfic Friday #ask game #twsd answers #sayosdreams

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justwinginoverthings · 4 years

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I hate Sansa but I always get the answer that it's sexist to hate her, and I can't come up with good enough answers. Do you have any arguments why it's not misogynist to dislike her character?

I mean, let’s get something straight. I don’t know your gender nor in which circunstances you expressed your dislike of S*nsa’s character, nor which words you used. There are certainly fanboys in this fandom who for many years have hated the different female characters fo strcitly misogynistic reasons, so again like, I mean it CAN happen, so we must always look inwards to what reasons do we have?

But at the same time, we cannot be FORCED to like a character, nor do we have to write 200k words worth of metas to justify not liking them. Honestly, it’s not that deep.

Also, I try to only talk about book versions. The show butchered nearly everyone and their storylines so I.. just .. yeah, I’ll stick to the books.

As for arguments mmhmm... I guess in S*nsa’s case many “arguments” can be similar to my limitations with truly liking Dany, meaning, I don’t dislike the character as much as how GRRM wrote the character. I’ve gone to great lenghts to describe how I feel about Dany in this regard, and all the things in her storyline that constantly make me uncomfortable.

So I’d say one type of arguments can be how long it takes for S*nsa’s character to wake the hell up to what’s truly going on which can be annoying in AGOT (and yes, this can be contested with “but she was just a little girl!”, ok it does’t matter, younger characters in Asoiaf are more savvy from the get go and it doesn’t read as Mary Sue-ish), also how her POV focuses a lot in courtly intrigue in a setting that also had Tyrion exposing us to that, only S*nsa’s was more about seeing all these awful people abuse her so, I mean as a reader, it can be less entertaining (though this doesn’t apply to me personally). One can also incorporte the fact that S*nsa is a constant unreliable narrator and that isn’t always everyone’s favorite device... or how her POV shows us characters that maaaybe are just not interesting to you as Asoiaf reader (I get it, LF and the Tyrellls is fascinating to some but honestly, some people are more into swords and sorcery) or that you personally find her storyline to be too dependent on what others will do and it’s just not the type of storyline protagonist you wanna follow.

Then there’s of course a type of arguments rearding her and her character (and not her narrative) as the reason, but I mean, I can’t really tell you those, can I? It’s all about what you dislike in her. I can only offer my biggest pet peeves (the unresolved bad treatment of Arya -and lack of resolve -, and the yet-to-be-fully-outgrown clasism), but I won’t just LIST things about her because I don’t think she’s stupid or dumb or anything.

#i'd be crazy to tag her lmao #so yeah #that #asoiaf #anon

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buckys-other-punk · 5 years

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Honey, Bee Careful

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky plans a road trip with his son and it gets a bit hectic.

Warnings: fluff, bees?(idk if thats a warning but yeah…) and like one cuss word

Word Count: 1,757

A/N: I back! Hello! Sorry I haven’t written in a while. I have major writer’s lock for my jealous series. So this is a little one-shot to help me start writing again. This one-shot is inspired by a story someone told me.

Tags: @caplansteverogers @hollycornish @carabarnes13@ohmyjack @sebtheromanianprince@flirtswithdanger @aquabrie @amour-quinn @incoherent-smiles-deactivated @rocketqueeens@anbrax5553 @lloeppky @shayla-markele @pdy93 @chrys-1029@lostinthoughtsandfeelings @dani-si @httpmcrvel @101killer @sarahp879 @who-the-hell-is-sebastianstan @princess76179@kaleidoscopez96

tags with this means they didn’t work sorry :(

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Y/N’s POV

So today, little Lucas and Bucky are going on a boy’s trip to the woods. Bucky said he wanted to do some father son bonding time and what better way to do that then go camping. He also said it would be a good way for me to relax and enjoy myself a bit before this new baby comes into in a couple months. While I prepare some snacks for my boys I feel a pair of hands on my slightly swollen belly.

“You need any help?” Bucky asks me with his head on my shoulder.

I shake my head no and reply, “I think I got all the snacks ready. Did you double check everything?”

“Yes and stop worrying! I got everything!” he replied with a smile. As I turn I put my arms on his shoulders, placed my forehead up to his and kissed his lips. He smiled, kissed back and right when he was about to deepen the kiss, tiny footsteps was heard coming from behind Bucky. We pulled away and looked at Lucas who was wearing a bright orange vest with a dark green shirt inside and jeans. He was carrying his cute bear backpack that was bigger than he was smiling at us.

“Are we going now daddy?” he asked innocently. I looked at Bucky with a smile and he returned it with a chuckle.

“Yeah pal we’re gonna go right now. Did you get all your stuff?” he asked the 4 year old. Lucas nodded happily and headed to the front door. He sat on the floor putting on his tiny strap on shoes. Bucky gave me a peck on the cheek as he got all of their stuff heading to the door and placing the bags in the car. I put the rest of the snacks and drinks in the cooler and walked over to Lucas who was struggling on putting his shoes on. As i looked down at my son I noted he put his shoes on the opposite foot. I giggled and helped him with his shoes. I carried him to the car on my left with the cooler resting on my right shoulder. I placed Lucas in his car seat strapping him in and placed the small cooler in the passenger seat. After that I went behind to the trunk of the car to check up on Bucky. He finished putting the last bag in and closed the trunk. He turned to me and gave me one last kiss.

“You better drive carefully or I swear Barnes I will hurt you.” you warned him with a serious face.

He smiled and said, “Of course I’ll drive carefully. Like I said earlier don’t worry about us. You take care of yourself Mrs. Barnes.” I sighed and hugged him. I walked to where Lucas was and gave him a kiss on his forehead.

“You have fun with daddy ok Lucas.” you said to your baby boy. He nodded and smiled. You closed his door and Bucky pulled the car out of the driveway rolling the windows down so Lucas can see you. Bucky honked the horn and Lucas waved bye to you and they were off. You waved them goodbye and smile to yourself as you walked towards the house. “I’m gonna order some pizza.” you said to yourself while entering your house.

Bucky’s POV

As Bucky was driving down the highway he looked in the rearview mirror checking up on Lucas. The toddler was looking out the window pointing at all the cows they were passing. The windows were still down and the wind was blowing Lucas’ hair all over the boy’s face. Out of nowhere Lucas starts screaming and Bucky was shocked for a bit.

“What’s wrong bud?” he asked concerned looking quickly back at his son.

“There’s a bee in the car!” Lucas screamed with a few tears in his eyes. Bucky’s eyes widened a bit, but remained calm for the sake of his son. You see Lucas was screaming at the bee because he knew he was allergic. Bucky had brought Lucas’ epipen with him, but unfortunately it was in the very back of the car. He couldn’t pull over due to the shoulder of the highway being closed. So being the fearless dad he was Bucky caught the bee with his right hand while his left had was still on the steering wheel. Lucas was still scream crying in his car seat.

“Hey, buddy its ok see I got the bee it won’t hurt you.” Bucky said calmly with his eyes focused on the road.

Lucas was still crying and said, “But what if it stings me.”

Bucky smiled at his innocence and opened his hand to release the bee. Lucas again screamed as the bee flew out the window. “It’s ok Lucas. The bee won’t sting you because it already stung me.” Bucky said calmly quickly glancing at the boy. Lucas looked at his dad as he wiped his tears with a sniffle. Bucky pulled up to a diner, got out of the car and walked over to where his son was seated. He unstrapped his son from the car seat and carried him to the diner locking the car at the same time. “You want a milkshake to help you calm down a bit?” he asked his son, who replied with a small nod. Bucky smiled and the two were placed in a booth and ordered a chocolate milkshake and some fires. As they were finished up their milkshakes Lucas looked over at his dad.

“Can we go home?” the toddler asked his dad. Bucky sighed looking down at the boy.

“Are you sure you want to go home Lucas? We haven’t even made it to the camping site.” he asked the boy. Lucas nodded yes in reply with the most adorable puppy dog eyes, which eventually got to Bucky and agreed with the boy. “Well I guess we can go camping with mommy next time.” he said with a smile. Bucky took Lucas out of the booth and the pair walked to the register. As Bucky was paying Lucas looked at all the postcards that were on a rack and picked one up.

He carried it over to his dad and asked “Can we get this for mommy?” Bucky looked at the postcard chuckling a bit.

“There isn’t another one you want to give your mom?” he asked the boy which he replied with a no. Bucky sighed knowing he was going to get hell for this and bought the card. The two went back to the car and headed back home.

Y/N’s POV

You were sitting on the couch eating the final piece of pizza (a/n: thats right. You ate an entire box a pizza lol youre pregnant of course you gotta eat. You are feeding yourself and a baby lol. ok.. sorry, back to the story) as you watched some tv. You heard the doorbell ring and four knocks on the door. “I wonder who that could be?” you said aloud walking towards the door. You unlocked and opened the door. Suddenly you were attacked by tiny arms wrapping around your legs. You were a bit drawn back as you saw Bucky standing in front of you with a small smile. Looking down you saw you son hugging your legs and looking up at you. You smiled and picked up your son to carry him and kiss his cheeks.

“What are you guys doing back to soon?” you ask the two as you all entered the house.

“There was a bee in car!” Lucas yelled at you and your eyes went wide. You put your son down and checked him to make sure he was ok.

“It’s fine he wasn’t stung. I made sure of it.” Bucky said sending a wink to the little boy who smiles at him.

“I’m fine mommy, daddy saved me from the bee.” Lucas said innocently. You signed and gave you son a hug.

“Don’t scare me like that ok Lucas. You could have gotten stung.” you said calmly to your child holding onto him like you life depended on it and kissing all over his face.

“Hey! I’m the one who got stung here. I should be getting those hugs and kisses.” Bucky said pouting looking at the two of you. You sighed knowing that he did let the bee sting him and not your child so you walked over to him and pecked his lips. Bucky smiled and said “That’s all I get?”

“Yes because your son deserves all the attention right now. You know he’s allergic to bees Bucky. What if he could have gotten stung.” you said to your husband as you put Lucas on the couch to watch tv.

Bucky sighed, “I did bring his Epipen, but it was in the trunk. I didn’t want the bee to near him because he was freaking out. So, I caught the bee in my hand and it stung me.” You looked at him and got both of his hands in yours and kissed them both.

“I’m glad you’re both ok.” you said sweetly looking at Bucky. He smiled and kissed your forehead. “But I swear next time if this happens again I’m making you sleep outside.” you warned your husband.

“What? I saved our son’s life!” he said to you smiling.

“Honey, didn’t I tell you to BEE careful?” you said with a smile and you pushed away from his walking over to the couch with your son.

“Shut up.” Bucky replied and looked over to the two who were asleep on the cough. He sighed and walked over to them kissing their foreheads and put a blanket over the two.

You woke up on the couch and noticed Lucas wasn’t with you. You got up and noticed him and Bucky were at the table setting breakfast. Bucky looked over at you and said “Lucas, mommy’s awake.” The boy ran to you and gave you a kiss and dragged you to the table. You all sat down and started eating the pancakes Bucky made.

“WAIT! Daddy and I got this for you.” Lucas yelled and ran over to his backpack and got the card they got from the diner. He handed it to you and you looked at it.

“Isn’t this ironic.” you said sarcastically looking at Bucky who was smiling.

“He’s the one that got it.” he replied with a smirk.

Lucas looked at you both with the biggest smile ever.

A/N: That’s it! I hoped you guys liked this fluffy (hopefully) drabble! I usually suck at writing fluff but, I actually enjoyed writing this lol and I’m hoping this inspired me to write again. Life has been crazy, so I haven’t been writing as much, but I’m back! If you have any requests let me know because that will actually help me to get out of my writers block. But yeah, Like always let me know if you wanna be tagged and feedback is very much appreciated.

#bucky x reader #reader x bucky #bucky barnes x reader #reader x bucky barnes #reader insert #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky fluff #Marvel AU #marvel fanfiction

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zutaralesbian · 4 years

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all the questions for the ask meme! :)

Wow okay! Thanks anon :)

1. What was your first OTP?

I think the first thing I ever shipped as in, wanted together, was Arnold/Helga from Hey Arnold! as a kid lol. But the first ship I did fandom things for (as in, read fic for them and that kind of stuff) was Derek/Chloe from the Darkest Powers series.

2. What is your current OTP?

At the moment it's definitely Ian/Mickey from Shameless. But it'll probably change to Eve/Villanelle when Killing Eve comes back on.

3. Do you have any OT3/OT+ ships? What are your favorites?

Not any hardcore ones no. I'm monogamous and therefore I have a very monogamous view on things when it comes to shipping. Most of the time when I "ship" OT3's it's because I love all three characters and want them to be happy. (Ex: Eleanor/Max/Anne from Black Sails)

I guess the only OT3 I actually ship in a sense where I think it's meant to be an OT3 is Miguel/Tulio/Chel from The Road to El Dorado. Because come on, that was pretty much canon. Miguel and Tulio were raging bisexuals who were in love with each other and with Chel.

4. What is/are your favorite trope(s)?

Enemies-to-friends-to-lovers is my JAM. I love ships where I can look at their very first scene together and I think "wow who would have thought????" (Gallavich is a perfect example of this btw)

I also really love opposites attract and childhood friends to lovers.

5. What is/are your least favorite trope(s)?

Evil man is only redeemed because of his "love" for a woman. I love redemption arcs but they have to be well done and that ain't it lol.

I'm also not usually into ships that start off as affairs. (Where one or both of the characters are cheating on their current significant other with each other). Unless the character(s) they're cheating on is/are awful, I always feel too bad for them.

6. Do you have a certain kind of ship you’re more attracted to?

Not really tbh. I have tropes that I definitely enjoy (see above) but I've shipped a wide variety of different kinds of pairings.

7. Are most of your ships “pure” or “problematic”?

I think I have a good mixture of both kinds? There's been times where I thought a ship was pure but other people in fandom circles find some sort of reason to tear into them. (See: Katniss/Peeta from The Hunger Games)

8. Who is the most shippable person you can think of?

Zuko from Avatar: The Last Airbender. My main OTP for him is obviously Zuko/Katara but I see the appeal of a bunch of his other ships as well. Also Bonnie from The Vampire Diaries.

9. Are there any fandoms you don’t have any ships for?

Stranger Things. I'm all about the platonic relationships on that show.

10. Do characters have to have canon interactions for you to ship them?

I think so, yeah. I can't think of anything I've shipped where the characters didn't directly interact with each other at least once.

11. What makes a great ship in your own opinion?

When you get the essence that they just compliment and complete each other.

12. What drives you away from a ship?

When they are rushed. If I feel like a ship is forced or happened too fast, it gets completely ruined for me.

13. Is there anything you ship but refuse to interact with the community for?

Ngl this was the Gallavich fandom for a while until I found my own little circle lol

14. Has a fanbase ever made you ship or not ship something? Why?

Bellamy/Clarke from The 100. (As in, I stopped shipping them). This was a mixture of the fanbase and just losing interest in the show in general though. But members of the B*llarke fandom showing their homophobic asses when Clarke/Lexa happened definitely didn't help.

15. Do you like/participate in ship wars? Why or why not?

I don't like them and try to avoid them. The only time I actively participated in ship wars was during my TVD days lol. Luckily there aren't really any ship wars in the Shameless or Killing Eve fandom because everyone ships Gallavich and Villaneve. I just think it's a waste of time. I'd rather debate over more interesting things.

16. Are there any ships you just can’t/don’t understand? What are they?

The only example I can think of is Klaus/Caroline from TVD. Or rather, I never understood why they were so popular. That was the most forced shit I've ever seen and they had little to no substance lol. Most of the time I do understand ships, even if I hate them.

17. Are there any popular ships that you just don’t like? What are they?

Rey/Kylo. Damon/Elena. Klaus/Caroline. Spike/Buffy. Jon/Dany and Jon/Sansa. Those are all the super big ones I think.

18. What is your favorite unpopular ship?

Once upon a time I would have said Finn/Rey from Star Wars but they were ruined for me. I still love TFA! Finnrey though.

19. Do you prefer fluff, angst, or smut for your ships?

Why not all?

20. Do you prefer bigger fanbases or smaller ones?

They both have their plus and minuses. With bigger fanbases, you have more fan content to enjoy. But smaller fandoms seem cozier and as someone who is shy, it's kind of easier for me to participate in smaller fandoms. So idk.

21. Have you ever received hate for a ship you liked?

That time someone called me a Zutara shipper as an insult over a Killing Eve post lol. That was wild.

22. Do you have any ships that you ship, but would never want to see as canon?

Nope don't think so. If I would be against something going canon, I'm probably not going to ship it at all.

23. Have you ever had a ship become canon, but you didn’t like how it was portrayed?

Jaime/Brienne from Game of Thrones lmao. I would have rather they were never canon if it was just gonna lead to that. I still have hope that they'll play out better in the books but it's unlikely at this point that GRRM will even finish them.

24. What is your favorite canon ship?

I have an ocean of them. That's too wide of a question.

25. What are your favorite ships from a dead fandom?

Define dead. Like not active anymore? I have a lot of old school book OTP's with fandoms that are now dead. Derek/Chloe from Darkest Powers. Adrian/Sydney from Bloodlines. Raffe/Penryn from Angelfall. And Damon/Bonnie from the TVD books, which was the first ship I ever write fic for actually lol. And I wrote a bunch.

26. What are your favorite shipping scenes?

"Sorry I'm late" - Gallavich

"I feel things when I'm with you" - Villaneve

"I think I'm the one that should be thanking you" - Zutara

"I do. I need you." - Everlark

"You're all that matters to me." - Pricefield

"There is nothing important that does not include you." - Maxanne

27. What are your views on reader x canon ships?

I'm not into them but whatever floats people's boats

28. What is your best shipping advice?

Don't engage in ship wars. They're not worth it. Just find your own friends in the fandom that share similiar opinions to your own (or who you can disagree with respectfully) and stick with them. It makes things more fun.

29. Do you like OCs (Original Characters)?

I don't mind them if they're used sparingly. I can't usually get into fics where the OC's are one of the main focuses though.

30. What are some of your favorite shipping blogs?

Depends on what ship you're talking about

#anonymous #answered

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him-e · 5 years

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/post/185439099486/i-will-never-recover-from-danys-arc-it-killed but wait. i enjoyed reading this meta bc i'm still trying to come to terms with how tragic bookdany's ending might also be. but it's more focused on thematic reasons rather than plot points, so here i'm asking: what do you think will happen? i've read before that you consider the possibility that she'll be called to fight the others before fighting for the throne. (1/3)

so she’ll go and lose allies, then she’ll go back and fight aegon and burn kl? but will the burning be deliberate or not? will tyrion be complicit in such a crime? why would she decide to attack civilians if she could just burn aegon (at least if we follow the situation as presented in the show)? (2/3)what will her relationship with the starks going to be like (i still can’t believe sansa or arya would be that hostile to dany if she helps her in the wftd, especially if it happens before she burns kl)? what’s jon’s role in this, will he have to kill her bc she became a tyrant? will dany have to go fully bad to the point of having nazi symbolism in her story? (3/3)

i’ve read before that you consider the possibility that she’ll be called to fight the others before fighting for the throne

what I actually said is that the chronological order of the two events (the wftd and, generically speaking, dany’s “fall to the dark side”) could be the same in the books too, rather than switched as most people think. But Dany’s fall might not happen in the same context of the show.

There are legitimate reasons to believe that the battle of King’s Landing (assuming there will be only one) and Dany VS Aegon will happen in TWOW, not long after Dany arrives in Westeros, certainly before the WftD comes to a climax. For one thing, I think the Long Night will be a much larger scale event in the books, that will affect King’s Landing too, so I doubt that whoever sits on the Iron Throne will be able to stay there throughout it as if nothing happened. Secondly, I just don’t think book!Aegon is going to last so long. Third, the detail of the bells ringing totally screams Jon Connington, so it could indicate that there’s some kind of *conflation of two separate book events in one* thing going on there—it’s not like this isn’t the show’s modus operandi anyway.

The counter argument is that Jaime needs to be able to BOTH fight in the Battle of Winterfell and die with Cersei after trying to stop a second wildfire apocalypse and fulfilling the valonqar prophecy, and these two things need to happen in THIS order for obvious reasons, lol, as Jaime can’t fight against the Others if he’s already dead.

So I wonder if there will be two “battles of King’s Landing”, one before the WftD and one after; if Dany VS Aegon happens in the former, her treatment of Aegon will be a good reason for Arya and Sansa to be wary of her, once they learn about Jon’s true parentage. It could be that George pulls a redemption bait n’ switch with her—having her hit a low point in the battle against Aegon, then decide to join the fight against the Others as a way to atone, but ultimately failing to redeem herself—and god knows I’m absolutely NOT a fan of redemption bait n’ switches, but it’s one possibility among many. But like I said it’s also possible that Dany’s final fall happens in an entirely different context. We have no idea what Martin told d&d, what amount of details he gave them, which plot points they decided to adapt and which ones they scrapped or changed drastically. Dany’s losing allies, Dany being shrouded in nazi symbolism, Dany being triggered by the bells and deciding to incinerate civilians who had already surrendered—those might as well be show-only inventions, attempts to visually convey something essentially unadaptable, maybe because it involves some storyline that was scrapped in the show, maybe because it’s too internal and character-driven and lacks the climatic, action-y quality that is considered to be structurally necessary in a season finale (a television rule that the show has always bent over backwards to apply religiously—the penultimate episode of every season is invariably the one with the Big Climatic Event, sometimes with excellent results like Blackwater or the Battle of the Bastards—and season 8 was no different).

So in short: I have no idea of “what will happen”, and I’m not sure I want to try to guess it. I think trying to speculate on how the actual book plot points will unfold is a slippery slope towards wrong assumptions. When I say the main beats are probably the same I mean that:

the war against the Others will indeed be the narrative climax of the whole story and the most important battle in history (I don’t think the show tried to undermine its importance and centrality compared to the game of thrones, at least not intentionally—it did come across that way mainly because of how rushed the season was, and because the show often sucks at nailing the thematic resonance behind naked plot points), but it won’t magically redeem humanity and solve all its problems; there will be an “after”, and it will be narratively as important as the actual battle (isn’t the last book supposed to be titled “A Dream of Spring”? and before that, wasn’t the tentative title “A Time for Wolves”? Wolves, not dragons…)

Daenerys will join the WftD thinking it would be her ultimate heroic purpose, but the experience will both deeply traumatize her and destroy her confidence in being a prophesied savior, leading to a massive identity crisis;

a similar thing will happen with Jon—actually, all the characters will have to deal with survivor’s guilt and the disorienting, unceremonious burden of having to rebuild, but it will be harder for Jon and Dany as they will have to rebuild their identities first and foremost;

that’s where their experiences will differ dramatically; now that the world no longer needs them to be heroes, they will both try to revert to what they used to be (and want) before their heroic purpose came into the picture, to the original roots of their identities, the truth of their family (to quote star wars lol). But while for Jon it used to be being the Bastard of Winterfell, i.e. someone who has never been NOT looking for a place in the world, but deeply loves his family and is loved in return—for Dany it’s the Iron Throne. It’s all Viserys used to talk about, and Viserys was the only family Dany has ever known. But it’s always been a pipe dream. Something that was never supposed to be hers, or her family’s, or anyone’s at all in the first place. And this will be her downfall (though the details and actual plot execution of said downfall might be completely different from what we saw on tv!);

and let’s be real this can potentially have a variety of awful implications and subtext in the books too! I have a lot of issues with the notion that your upbringing & the values that were passed on you by your parental figures ultimately define who you are, so I’m not saying this is a good narrative at all. It really depends on how Martin executes it, but the point of my posts on this subject isn’t and has never been proving that the books will do “well” where the show failed, merely that such a narrative is possible in the books too. And yes I think it’s possible, because it’s always been the flip side of the whole “Ned Stark legacy wins, Tywin Lannister legacy loses” discourse, which is definitely A Thing in the books.

finally---the Iron Throne will be destroyed and not as an *accident*, but deliberately, and it will be Dany herself via her proxy Drogon to do it (as it happened in the show). House Targaryen started it, House Targaryen will end it.

#anon #asks #dany discourse #dark dany for ts #got asks for ts #got for ts #got endgame #asoiaf endgame #asoiaf spec #show vs books

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ofangelos · 5 years

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hi it’s dani ( duh ) this is my trash son a*gel im v excited pls come plot with me :)

╰☆╮ SHAWN MENDES ─ ANGELOS ALESANDRO ALMEIDA identifies as CIS MALE and uses HE/HIM pronouns. they’re a RAPPER and they’re only TWENTY-ONE ! they’re said to be AMBITIOUS, but also DISHONEST. i guess that’s why they’re known as THE BLACK HOLE in the tabloids.

he was born in mykonos, greece to the ceo of the philip-morris tobacco distribution company. when i say angel is rich, i mean angel is riiiiich. his family is worth over 120 billion dollars. angel grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth, and has never ever ever dreamed of having anything less.

to better understand angel, u guys need to better understand the almeidas as a family. in my first intro, i sorta??? brushed over the fact but i’ve come to realize that they’ve had a huge impact on his psyche and his morals and everything??

to put it in short… have y’all seen dynasty on netflix? blake carrington is basically just… angel’s father. the carrington dynamic is the almeida’s dynamic to a t.

okay, being in charge of such a huge company that not only ruled tobacco distribution, but own 6 major cigarette brands that reach every single continent in the world meant that angel’s father hardly had time for him. it was only business with him. if he wasn’t at the office, he was cheating on angel’s mother - it was a habit the whole family knew about. it was no surprise. angel’s never been good at relationships because he experienced infidelity his whole life. his idea of love was really messed up at a young age.

tw: drug abuse but yes ! his parents never paid him any mind. his father was far too busy with work, and his mother was far too busy passing out on narcotics to bring some feeling back into her dull life and her awful marriage to take care of angel.

angel was essentially just raised by nannies, and they weren’t awful to him at all. they were dope and super nice to him? but he still managed to build up a resentment towards them because he didn’t have enough time to experience his parents and build up a resentment towards the people who actually deserved it

angel had a lot of pressure for him to do well in school - he was supposed to step up and be the ceo of one of the most powerful companies in the world one day, after all - so he constantly had tutors rolling in and out of his house to make sure he was the best and brightest he could be! he never got to go have play-dates and be a normal kid because his father was so focused on prepping 7-year-old angel to be a ceo. that’s all he was to his father - another him.

because of this inability to hang out with the other kids outside of school, angel had a really really hard time making friends??? he was a very lonely kid. he just couldn’t relate to any of them because he was constantly being prepped for public appearances and learning 7 other languages so he’d be useful by the time he was old enough to put on a suit.

angel’s father actually hired someone to have their kid be angel’s friend - and also lowkey a body guard that would take any hit and any bullet for angel, but angel didn’t know this and just thought he had a loyal friend dsjioad

but yeaaaa not having the opportunity to talk to people his age is what causes him to be so stand-offish and say such rude things sometimes?? because he didn’t get the chance to develop useful social skills at a young age? the only things he knew how to do were 1) demand things 2) speak an absurd amount of languages and 3) charm the press

when angel’s father did make the time to see angel, it was never for good reason.

angel used to be?? so upset about not being able to spend time with his father?? but as time went on, it clicked in his head that he was only relevant to his father when he was doing something wrong / bad, so he hated when his father made meetings with him

u read that correctly – meetings. angel stopped seeing daddy dearest at home when he was about 11. after that, it was pure business. he’d have to schedule an appointment with him just like anyone else. because being his father’s son was just a title - it didn’t actually mean anything. he was just another person.

tw: mental abuse anyways ! these meeting never went well for angel because all they were was an opportunity for his father to let out his pent-up frustrations about everything on his son. angel could miss one question on an exam, and boom – meeting ! he was essentially his father’s outlet. and at first it was just mental abuse - yelling at angel about how stupid he was, or how he’d never amount to anything, or how he was ruining the almeida legacy

which made angel feel terrible about himself?? i mean… duh … but like… he couldn’t do the /one thing/ he’s basically been trained like a fucking dog to do his entire life ??? he couldn’t just be perfect and it killed him??? because he tried so, so, so, so, so hard to come as close as possible

it’s not the typical acted-out-for-attention. eventually, angel learned that he didn’t want the attention because it was only ever negative. he acted wonderfully and tried to be the best he could possibly be to keep his father away from him

tw: domestic abuse, tw: abuse eventually, just yelling at angel wasn’t enough to express his anger, and his father fell into an awful awful habit where, whenever angel did anything to piss him off, he’d light a cigarette and then jab it onto angel’s arm and let it burn. angel has little circle scars up and down his arms that he’s tried to cover up with tattoos from this

angel always read in books or saw on tv that families were supposed to love and support each other, so he just assumed ??? that this was what love was like?? that it was tough all the time and sometimes cruel??? so he has a very twisted image of family and relationships and love and all of that

he has a very inflated perspective of self-importance because, in greece, he just is that important. he’s as close to royalty as you can get without actually being a king or a prince. his family essentially has a monopoly over the entire country when it comes to property and business, so, of course, the almeidas are well known. they’re the kardashians of greece without the hit tv show. they never showed their lives because they put up a beautiful facade of a happy family running a billion dollar business, when really, they were as messed up as they came

tw: drugs, tw: alcoholism, tw: addiction he ended up going to oxford university’s business school straight out of high school and dropping out when he was a sophomore / second year because drugs and alcohol slowly crept their way into his life just like how they had with his mother, and it got to the point where he was dependent on them to get through the day + couldn’t concentrate on anything else

the one thing he found solace in was music, so much to his father’s dismay, he began a career as a rapper ( vc is g-eazy ) aaand that’s what he’s been doing since he was nineteen.

i don’t really have much else to say other than that he’s a crackhead and heavily reliant on alcohol / drugs and a huuuuuge douchebag ok thanks

#excessintro #hi #i changed him jus a lil #abuse tw #drug use tw #alcoholism tw #addiction tw #domestic abuse tw

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Rebirth of the Dragon (After GOT / Daenerys Targaryen) Part 9

In spite of the voices of her friends screaming to make her come back, Daenerys continued to run without stopping. She thought of only one thing: saving her last son, Drogon, who was being killed before her eyes. Indeed, the dragon of the shadows had put Drogon down, completely at his mercy, and hammered him with claws and fangs. With his talons, the dragon of the shadows scratched Drogon deeply in the abdomen, causing him to bleed profusely. Despite fierce resistance, Drogon barely reacted, growling heavily and barely moving, his body and head covered with bleeding wounds. The white-eyed dragon, also wounded, blocked Drogon's head with one of his paws to keep him from moving, and was about to finish him off by tearing the throat with his jaws. Seeing him do it, Daenerys stopped right behind him, her expression shifting from fear and sadness to fierce anger. _ "DO NOT TOUCH MY SON!!" she yelled with all her anger, clenching her fists and teeth, tears of rage streaming down her cheeks. Alerted by this cry, the dragon of the shadows stopped his action and turned his attention to this little human woman who stood about ten meters behind him, and who defied him with her eyes. The dragon emitted a scowl, saliva and Drogon's blood flowing from his jaw. Further on, the others had stayed away from the dragon fight, but watched, horrified, their queen facing this soulless monster. Kinvara had entrusted the eggs to Shen, and had run alongside Daenerys, the two women now facing the dragon. The latter grunted and opened his gaping jaw, whose interior began to glow with a reddish glow. Daenerys and Kinvara swallowed. He was about to spit his fire on them. Fortunately, Drogon, like a devil, jumped up, roaring with rage and closing his jaws on the dragon's throat, brutally crushing him against the wall of the cliff. Stunned by the brutal shock, the white-eyed dragon fell to the ground. Drogon did not give him time to recover, and unleashed his fiery breath on the shadow dragon's head, covering it with a coat of infernal flames. The smell of burnt flesh was felt as the dragon of the shadows roared with abominable pain, seeing his head burnt and his scales and flesh falling off his skull. Drogon stopped his blast, but did not stop there. Biting his enemy's throat again, he tore off the head, throwing it further and seeing it rolled to the ground in the dust. Immediately, ghouls came out of their hiding places and began to devour the still smoking flesh of that dead dragon's head. Daenerys, like Kinvara and the rest of the survivors, were relieved to see the fight finally over. Unfortunately, Daenerys quickly lost his smile, noting with horror that Drogon had not escaped unscathed from this terrible confrontation. The young black dragon limped a little, his body covered with bloody gashes and fang marks. But what shocked Daenerys most was to see that the left side of Drogon's head had been deeply scratched, the flesh being visible, and his eye had become veiled, blind. Drogon was breathing heavily, visibly exhausted, moaning, and seemed to be suffering from this deep wound. The dragons could survive wounds that would kill most other creatures, but Drogon really seemed to be in pain, so much so that he could not stand and fell heavily to the ground. Pouring a tear, Daenerys hurried to him, and the dragon moaned, reassured to see her alive. _ "My poor baby ... you risked your life again for me ... I'm so sorry for what happened to you ..." Daenerys sighed, snuggling against Drogon's snout, caressing him with love while avoiding touching the wound to avoid hurting him. The dragon closed his only valid eye, moaning under the caresses of his mother. Daenerys was looking at Drogon's blind eye, feeling so sorry for him. He would see only with one eye now, which could seriously pose a handicap. Standing behind, the others watched, letting the queen comfort her son after this hard fight. While caressing him, Daenerys could feel Drogon's slow, weak breathing. _ "Drogon, I beg you, you have to get up ..... I can not lose you too ... not you ...." Daenerys groaned in tears, praying in her mind so that the red god, in his mercy, does not let the young dragon die. Seeing her crying, Drogon was imbued with a new strength and a desire to live. He could not abandon his mother. He would never do it, no matter what would cost him. He had saved her from death, and now, in her turn, she was ready to do anything to save him. Dropping in his last strength, Drogon leaned on his wings and hind legs, lifting his massive body from the dusty ground. Seeing him do so, Daenerys resumed an ounce of hope, encouraging him to continue. It is not today that he would die. ********* Westeros, King's Landing Night had fallen for several hours on the southern royal capital. However, Bran was not sleeping. Standing in front of his desk lit by a lantern, he was focused on writing something on a parchment, and seemed in a hurry to finish it. But as he wrote, his hand holding the quill was seized with an uncontrolled tremor, which Bran managed to stop with his other hand. On his wrist, the mark of the King of the Night seemed to have grown larger, having spread a little more on his skin. He had noticed it for a while, and knew what it meant. Keeping a semblance of reason as much as he could, feeling that he was losing control of himself more and more, he finished writing the parchment, sealed it, and prepared it. _ "It's started ..... I could not hold it back any longer ...... It's going to depend on them now ..." he said still very calmly, casting his neutral gaze in the direction of balcony of his room, and the sky sprinkled with stars. ********* Westeros, Beyond the wall Although he tried to forget it, to think of other things and to accept the facts, his mind persisted in showing him every night the same vision of the past, as an eternal punishment for the crime he had committed. ... Jon never stopped seeing her again and again ... He and Dany, in the devastated room of the throne covered with ashes, himself promising that they would always be together, just before stabbing her in the heart, and seeing her face freeze in front of his .... Dany falling to the ground, life leaving her gradually, and he, powerless and annihilated of the gesture he had just committed, looking at her with nothing to do but accompany her in her last moments .... He expected Drogon to kill him on the spot for what he had done, but instead, the dragon was getting into a monstrous rage towards the iron throne and had it reduced to a melted heap melting with his fiery breath, before taking his mother's body with great precaution and disappear with her in the air, among the sea of opaque clouds, under the look of Jon, destroyed. Jon opened his eyes, panting softly with the umpteenth and even nightmare he had just relived. Lying on the fur mattress, he straightened slowly, blowing and running his hand over his face and taking a few seconds to wake up well. He looked inside his little tent in animal skins and leather. The remains of the small fire in the center continuing to smoke and letting die the last embers. Ghost, his white direwolf, was still sleeping, curled up beside his master. Jon gave him a small caress without waking him. He almost envied him to be able to sleep so peacefully. Jon sat thoughtfully, unable to detach that vision from his head. He still blamed himself, and would no doubt do so for the rest of his life as an exile. He who was not so long ago had turned out to be Aegon Targaryen, son of Rhaegar and Lyanna and heir to the iron throne. Knowing that he would not be able to go back to sleep, he got up, dressed in his outfit made of animal leather and furs to protect him from the cold. Even in summer, the lands beyond the wall remained perpetually frozen. Jon came out of his tent, greeted by the cool morning air that rubbed his face. The first sounds of animals came from the snow-covered pine forest below the valley. The sun had risen recently on this new day, and already, in the wildlings camp, a few early men were already up and dressed, lighting new fires to prepare meals for their families. Among them was Tormund, who, seeing his friend Jon awake, came to greet him. But the wildling quickly divined the morose and withdrawn look of his friend. _ "You still dreamed of her, is that it?" said Tormund, who, though being a wildling, was far from being a fool. Jon nodded nonchalantly, feeling his throat tighten every time he thought about it but was trying to stay strong anyway. Tormund invited him to sit with him around one of the campfires and the two men sat down. The comforting warmth of the flames brought a little comfort to the broken man that Jon was trying to bury in himself. _ "Well, listen ..." Tormund told him while preparing a piece of meat to cook "... You did not have a choice, it was you who told me. She had begun to destroy everything and you had to do it to stop the massacre once and for all. Now that this bloody throne has been destroyed, it's settled." _ "I know ...." Jon answered with a sigh "... but it's not that easy. Put yourself in my place for two seconds. Forced to kill the woman I loved, the blood of my blood.... A part of me tells me that I made the right choice, but the other tells me that I was wrong .... I don't know who I am anymore." Tormund did not like to see his friend whining like that, gave him a big friendly pat on the back and handed him the first piece of meat that had been cooked in the fire. The pleasant smell was felt and Jon politely accepted it. He was hungry, he had to admit it. _ "Try to think about other things, Jon ... with time, it will pass." Tormund told him. _ "Thanks Tormund, it's nice to worry about it." _ "Oh I don't, my little moron ...." Tormund replied with a mocking wink "... it's just that I want you to stay focused ... today, we're of hunting chores you and me." Jon guessed that Tormund was trying to make him laugh a little with this deliberately misplaced remark. He appreciated the gesture but just smiled, so Tormund laughed heartily, proud of him. But Jon, again, looking towards the flames of the little campfire, thought of a rather disturbing detail he had heard in his nightmare after stabbing Daenerys .... a sound that disturbed him and echoed in his head ..... cries...the cries of a baby ... *********** Essos, off Asshai Came back on the ironborn ship that this time left Asshai and slid back into the dark, silent waters of the end of the world, Daenerys had isolated herself in her cabin. Sitting on the bed, she held in her hands one of the two dragon eggs, putting it in the candlelight to better contemplate it in every detail. She had finally succeeded in finding them, but now she has to make them born. This is where Kinvara intervened and her analysis of the visions that her god sent her in the flames. Daenerys had told her about her strange dream, in those dark ruins, that runic circle and that sword that had appeared in the middle of the fire ... Kinvara had seen her too, and had revealed to the mother of the dragons that it could only exist a place similar to the one she described: the forgotten ruins of Ulos, a mysterious island located in the Saffron Straits, off the coast of the shadow lands. It was towards the island that was now heading the expedition. Drogon, although very wounded, had kept his strength and was flying through the air above the ship, although more slowly than before, having not recovered all his strength despite the extra two days spent at Asshai to allow the dragon to recover to be able to fly. On the deck of the ship, Grey Worm and the rest of the crew were preparing to prepare the ship for the arrival on the coast of the island of Ulos. In the hold of the ship, lit by a single candle, Shen and Yara were sitting face to face on wooden crates. Yara had been slightly injured on the wrist during the fight against the ghouls, and Shen-zoan had been shown to have some medical skills. Yi Ti's man placed a bandage of linen around her wrist with a shallow scratch, but still hurting Yara. Shen had impregnated the bandage with a lotion created by himself, from medicinal plants from the lands of Yi Ti, which Shen had learned the curative use from his master during his training. A good fighter, as he said, had to master the art of healing like fighting. Although Yara moaned in pain with the product coming into contact with her wound, she trusted her friend to treat her. In her cabin, Daenerys continued to carefully examine the two dragon eggs, checking that they were in good condition. Strangely, every time she put her hands in contact with the stone surface of the eggs, she felt like a comforting warmth in her belly. It was as if her future child, in that barely rounded belly, was also feeling the unique warmth of these stone eggs. Daenerys could not help smiling, and finding hope. This child growing in her belly would be a real Targaryen, the one who would save the lineage and prevent it from disappearing. Unfortunately, the threat of the Faceless men made her quickly return to reality and fear for the future. No, they will never have her life, nor that of her baby. She would never allow it, just like Drogon. After several hours of travel on the water, the ship had finally arrived in sight of the island, very large and also covered with this eternal worrying fog. Drogon arrived there first, landing heavily on the land, sniffing and looking around carefully and waiting for the arrival of the boat and his mother. Once the anchor was thrown, a rowboat brought Daenerys and her group of allies to the black sand beach, while the rest of the crew would remain on the ship and wait for them. Carrying her satchel with the two dragon eggs, Daenerys silently watched the landscape of the island that stood in front of her. She almost felt like she had been here before, even if it was only in a dream. The atmosphere of this island did not differ from the shadow lands, which did not really reassure the crew. But Daenerys, despite her mistrust and fear of these cursed lands, knew that she could not back down. Her destiny stood there, calling her and waiting only to see if she would be able to show herself worthy. _ "For my child ..... I have to do it for my child ...." she whispered softly to herself to give herself the courage to take the first step. Escorted by Kinvara, Yara Greyjoy, Shen-zoan, Grey Worm, as well as the two Fiery Hand warriors and the group of unsullied, Daenerys began her march and the group left the beach towards the interior of the island. Drogon would follow them as well, but went off to explore the other corners of the island, feeling the unhealthy and negative waves that permeated the ground. After a walk of several minutes on this island devoid of any sign of life, the group finally arrived in sight of the dark and very old ruins of a city that seemed to have almost merged with the rock of the island, the gnarled roots and thick of some black trees present having disemboweled the ground in slabs of stone. Daenerys recognized exactly what she had seen in her dream. Everything was in its place and as it was in the dream. The ark delimiting the entrance of the city .... the two statues of dragons guarding this entrance .... each ruin was in its precise place, in the state where it was to be. Arriving in front of the remains of the old temple, also being identical to the vision in the dream, Daenerys had a lump in her throat, apprehension growing in her. _ "There is no time to retreat, my queen ...... you must enter alone, and face the judgment of the angels of cinder and accept your destiny ..... especially, do not let them to guess your deepest fears .... they would use them against you." Kinvara warns in front of the old stone steps leading to the top of the entrance. Daenerys swallowed again. Were these angels of cinder the nameless entities she had seen in her dream? She should face them alone? The idea itself froze her blood, but this ultimate test of the master of light would allow her to be worthy once and for all. Yara, Shen, and Grey Worm did not show much comfort in letting their queen alone in such a sordid place. Just like Drogon, who kept on grumbling furiously against these ruins with the evil appearance. Strongly clinging to the idea that she was doing it for her future child, Daenerys climbed one by one, slowly but cautiously up the steps of the big abandoned temple, holding the two dragon eggs in her arms. The rest of the group remained at the bottom of the steps, watching her in a tension to cut with a knife. _ "At the slightest scream I hear, we run to help her, no matter what's in there." Yara warned Kinvara, who had no objection, too focused on watching the Queen Targaryen climb the steps of her destiny. Shen seemed to approve the idea of the ironborn queen, just like Grey Worm. And it was in utter anguish that they saw Daenerys pass the dusty pillars of the temple and disappear little by little into the opaque darkness of the ruins. The biting cold and abnormal was back, coming encircling Daenerys from all sides and caressing her skin bare in an unpleasant sensation as invisible frozen fingers coming to palpate. She entered and took her first steps in an immense space which she also recognized as the main place of her dream. Indeed, the runic circle was in the center, painted on the stone, and in the middle, was dancing this mysterious flame. As she walked, Daenerys felt a slight crackling noise beneath his boots, and noticed that the entire floor of the room was covered with a carpet of ash of several inches thick. As she advanced on the carpet of ashes, Daenerys saw, with anguish, the same entities, seven in number, with skull masks and white bottomless eyes, draped with her tattered shadow togas and covered with ashes, their hoods hiding their heads. The angels of cinder, turning on her their inhuman glances and letting her come to them. Arrived near the runes circle, she stopped with a slight surge of surprise, an entity appeared in front of her from the darkness and barring the path. From the back of the shadow were spread dark shapes like black angel wings of a wingspan of three meters. Although impressed by the appearance of the creature, Daenerys did everything to stay calm, head held up and looking at the entity in the eyes. _ "Daenerys, of the house Targaryen .... you come here, facing those whose name was forgotten since the dawn of time, to revive the flesh that was changed into stone ..... however, fear that we perceive in you leads us to believe that you are not worthy to be granted the right to contemplate the sword that will be born from fire and ashes." Without being able to say a word in order to defend herself, Daenerys was again assaulted by painful visions hammering her mind relentlessly. Obviously, she had let this entity access her fears and her most intimate pain, and the latter had not hesitated for a second to use it for the test. She saw them again, all those she had lost in her life .... Drogo, Jorah, Missandei, Viserion and Rhaegal, all turning to her, their faces deformed by the pain and death that had carried them away of her arms. She saw their dead, one after the other, again and again .... Jon Snow also appeared, stabbing her in the heart and watching her die under the rain of ashes .... She saw herself, screaming at death in a most intense suffering, while his future child cried with all his strength, but made his last breath just born .... _ "We are dead ..... we are all dead for following you .... You killed us!!" the voices of Drogo, Jorah and Missandei were screaming in unison, with murderous contempt for her. A tear in their eyes, Daenerys heard them accusing her. _ "NO! NOOOO!" Daenerys screamed, falling to her knees in the ashes, under the eyes of the angel of cinder who did nothing to help her, just lowering his impassive eyes to her. Daenerys was shaking, a prey to her fears materialized by the will of this entity coming to put her to the test. Clenching her teeth, sadness and grief turned into anger, the young woman straightened her head, her cheeks bursting with tears and glared at the angel of cinder. _ "I am Daenerys stomrborn, of house Targaryen! The unburnt,breaker of chains and mother of dragons! I am from the blood of old Valyria and the fire of the dragon flows in my veins!! I am here in order to fulfill my destiny, and hear me that I will not let anything or anyone stop me!" she proclaimed with determination to the entities of darkness, who, neutral, arms crossed, listened attentively. After these words filled with a real strength, the angel of cinder standing in front of her stepped forward, handing her something he made appear one of his shady sleeves ... a dagger with a slightly curved black blade and a skull-shaped pommel. _ "In this case, prove it ...." said the entity in his unhealthy voice "... only the blood of the real dragon can revive the fire and reveal to the eyes of men and gods the one who was promised. ... if it turns out that you are not, then the punishment will fall on you ..... it's up to you now." Daenerys understood with horror what he expected of her. Taking the weapon that was stretched out to her, she hesitated a few seconds, her hand shaking slightly around the handle. Taking a deep breath and mentally preparing, she cutted the palm of her hand deeply with the sharp blade, emitting a whine of intolerable pain as the red blood ran down her skin and fell in several drops on the carpet of ashes. Stunned, she saw a reaction from the flame in the circle who gradually spread. At her feet, where the drops of blood had fallen, Dany saw the ashes incandescent, gradually giving birth to new flames. The angels of cinder had vanished, leaving the young woman alone with her two dragon eggs, while the carpet of ashes that covered the entire floor of the room flared up in walls thick with red flames. Panting, her hand aching and looking all around her with no way to escape, Daenerys squeezed the two eggs against her, hoping the master of the light had agreed to give her a chance. In the din of the flames, she thought she heard the tears of the baby dragons again, very close, while the heat was increasing on the eggs. Kneeling on the floor and seeing the walls of flames closing on her, Dany agreed to put his fate in the hands of the gods. And in the fire, she saw it too, appearing like a ghost between the flames, this shining sword of a thousand fires, flamboyant ruby encrusted in the pommel..... ********* Outside the temple, the group and the dragon watched in amazement as the whole temple burst into flames. _ "DAENERYS!!" Yara yelled as she rushed to her aid, but Shen and Grey Worm held her back, not knowing what to do. Kinvara remained very focused, not moving an inch. Drogon, strangely, also remained very calm. And it was there, that all saw her, in the greatest silence .... at the top of the steps, slowly advanced a feminine and human figure, appearing from the wall of roaring flames and crossing it without any difficulty. All at the foot of the steps remained frozen, dumb and stupefied. Her clothes burned in the fire, Daenerys stood there, completely naked but alive and unscathed, her face high and reinforced. On her shoulder stood a small winged, reptilian shape, with metallic-blue colored scales and yellow eyes, which gave a shrill roar. In her arms, a second baby dragon, with beige and light brown scales, and orange eyes, snuggling against her belly. In her right hand she held a sword, whose blade covered with runes almost gave the illusion of being covered with flames licking its surface. Behind her, the fire continued without her being affected by the infernal heat that reigned. _"It's unbelievable ...." Yara stammered under the effect of fascination. _"Oh blood of my blood ...." sighed Kinvara, amazed, while kneeling with respect, just as the two soldiers of the Fiery Hand did. Yara, Grey Worm, Shen-zoan, and the group of unsullied also bowed, while Drogon, more than satisfied, uttered a loud roar and spewed a torrent of flames to the sky. Daenerys contemplated all this from the top of the steps, without saying a word, more determined than ever, having proved to all who she really was now.

#daenerys targaryen #queen daenerys #daenerys deserved better #game of thrones #A Song of Ice and Fire #drogon #yara greyjoy #shen-zoan #kinvara #jon snow #bran stark #resurrection #rhllor

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gottalovethyneighbour · 5 years

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The smartest person they’ve ever written

Warning: this is going to be a rant on a specific character (Sansa Stark) and it would most likely have anti-jonsa tag, so if you are Jonerys shipper but you really like Sansa’s character in the show, I’ll strongly advice not to read this post.

Let’s begin with a golden rule of storytelling, that George had mastered to such level,so that people disect his every written sentence to find some clues. That is, ‘Show, don’t tell’. If you want us to believe this character to be a great swordsman, show us that he can fight multiple opponents at the same time and make it victorious, for example. You already guessed where I am going to. This principle is heavily used in the writing, but more so in cinematography, where you have limited time and want to catch viewers attention not through words only.

Because such thing as ‘unreliable narrator’ doesn’t exist in the show (obviously we can’t have PoV structure in the TV series), and because of the reasons I will discuss later, D&D expect us to take this quote for face value:

‘She [Sansa] is the smartest person I’ve ever met’ - Arya Stark.

This made me cringe so hard. How am I supposed to believe it? They make great dialogs occasionally (I loved most of episode 2), but sometimes I think they just want us to take this shit for true because someone said it to be true.

Tell me at least one Sansa moment, where you thought ‘Damn she played them’ or ‘that was really smart’. Eight season, and I’ve yet to see it. So let’s take the most recent ones and examine them, maybe I am just a hater

1) BotB - Sansa convinces Littlefinger to make Knights of the Vale aid Jon in the battle. Well,to be specific, at the end of the battle. How did she convince him? I guess he was just shamed into it because of the whole Ramsay rape plot. Jokes aside, if this what Sansa thought, than Lf played her like a fiddle. He has Vale through Robin,and wants North through Sansa. If she knew it, than I could only say this - why shouldn’t I adress her as Mad!Sansa, if she deliberately didn’t tell Jon about the plan, basically given up on Rickon and put Jon at immense danger. From my perspective, it’s a pretty nice power move, you remove the last remaining Stark siblings from the line of succession (Bran’s whereabouts are unknown, and Arya’s as well), and get Winterfell for yourself (depending on how you suck up to Lf). I guess if the roles were reversed and it was Dany somehow landing in Westeros to aid Jon in the same fucking way, it would be ‘Mad!Queen 100% confirmed lol’. What a joke.

2) Killing of a Littlefinger - this one... the writers had to go out and tell us, that the reason why Sansa and Arya were able to get him, was because Bran told them what was going on off screen. Are you for real? You didn’t even include that part in the TV series, what the fuck is wrong with you? Littlefinger played Sansa like fiddle, but to be honest he can play like 99.9% of the Planetos population, so there’s nothing to be ashamed of. It just doesn’t add up for Sansa to be ‘the smartest’ or even top-level player of the game.

3) Managing Wintefell while Jon is away - so she manages the food stores, household, etc. That part can be adressed as being smart, but in which way did the writers show that she had done it so fucking well that I am expected to believe that she is the smartest? Jon sends a raven that tells that he bend the knee. You expect a large fucking army, and you need food. What do you do in the time while their army gets to Winterfell? I guess account food for only your current household and armies and whine about it later. This was the part where they could show us her, ugh, genius. Give her Jon’s part of the story in ADwD, show us that she can play bankers better than Cersei. Take a loan from IB in pretense that you will manage the dragons problem somehow, or that you will betray Daenerys and help IT in crucial time (IB gave Cersei huge loan), or you could take up Stannis’ part of the loan for negotiation purposes. Than take this fucking gold and buy some food from Essos to replentish your stores so that when the huge chunk of Daenerys’ army comes to Winterfell you are ready. If you lose the war with the dead - you won’t have to give two shits about the loan. If you then lose war against Cersei - same thing. If you win both wars, I guess by that time your family would be in power and you would manage to give the loans back somehow. But nah, let her throw fucking witty remarks that there isn’t enough food. Genius-level of managing. The only way out of this situation without famine is an annihilation of almost all of Daenerys’ armies in the war for the Dawn and as soon as possible. Oh, well...

4) Telling off Tyrion and not believing Cersei - who would have thought. The player does not believe the player. Making Tyrion dumb is not the right way to make Sansa look smart, just saying.

5) ‘Witty one-liners’ - all the witty one-liners were gone as soon as source material ended and George focused on the Winds, I didn’t see even one worth mentioning.

6) Great military advice - ‘Just don’t do what he [Ramsay] expects you to do’. Okay, great.

7) Not going to Dragon Pit - alright, I will give you credit for it. It’s a basic sense of self-preservation, but I am willing to give you some points for it.

8) Telling off Jon for giving back ancestral homes to Alys Karstark and Ned Umber - yeah, that’s what a smartest person should do, question the King in an unnerving maner before all of his vassals, undermining his authority. Reeks of intelligence.

Out of all this, the only moment where she could be considered really smart is the first one, and only if she would have played Lf later on; that is, if we consider her purposely getting rid of any possible claimants for the Winterfell or KitN title. Other than that, not a single instance of shining, seriously.

I don’t really like how they went with the show version of Jon Snow, but at least we agree with him on one thing - ‘ Sansa thinks she is much smarter than everyone else’. Spot on, and by the way, a subtle nod to Jonsa shippers, I guess this is how you roast adress your secret love in front of the family.

With all that said, I think Sansa will end up playing Tyrion and Cersei, and ultimately helping the good guys to win the war. Because it doesn’t make much sense, so that’s where our bets should be placed upon. Cheers

#anti-jonsa #anti-sansa #daenerys #cersei #tyrion #jon snow #political focken sansa #arya #jonerys

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ask-the-good-creeps · 6 years

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Since Pop seems to teleport into Danis apartment whenever he wants has he ever teleported in at an awkward time?? Like she forgot her towel and walked out at the same time that Pop teleported in? Bc that would be funny af 😂😂

Nina Simones voice flowed in Danielle's living room as she stood at her canvas, feeling the breeze from her open windows on her skin while feeling the sun warm her skin at the same time. She was once again painting Pop, and enjoying doing so. She picked up her pallet and was suddenly filled with the need to paint on herself again, and did so, putting a swirl of blue paint on her bare chest, smiling as she felt the satisfying texture of the blue paint and the soft bristles of her paintbrush on her bare skin.

The woman finally was able to sneak some time to herself and paint alone in her home completely naked, as she preferred to be. She hated clothes, the feeling of them brushing against her skin made her uncomfortable and overwhelmed and she enjoyed being able to move freely. She smiled as the song changed to one by Janelle Monáe, and she made a sound of delight as "Make Me Feel" came on. In her opinion it was the bisexual anthem to end all bisexual anthems and she had mad respect for Janelle, not only that but she found the woman’s voice to be one of the most soothing things on this earth.

She took a moment to pause from her painting, setting her paintbrush down and scooping up a bit of white paint with her finger and smearing it down her arm, letting out another sound, this time a noise resembling chirping, as the feeling of the cold, smooth paint filled her with happiness. She then picked her paintbrush and pallet back up, resuming meticulously painting her loves eyes as she danced a bit to the song, moving her body to the melody while somehow keeping her hands steady.

So focused was she on her painting that she didn't notice the cloud of blue-violet smoke that appeared behind her, nor did she seem to sense the jester that stepped out of it. He was originally planning to startle her, but he ended up pausing, mouth open as he saw the scene before him. He was debating whether he should disappear and come back later or make some noise to let her know of his presence. In the end, he just stood there watching as she painted him...and clearly herself as well.

He noted the paint smeared across her bare body and how the patterns showed it must have been put there intentionally. He leaned back against the wall behind him in a sitting position with one leg resting on top of the other, and the shuffling noise he made in the process seemed to finally draw her attention.

The small woman turned when she heard shuffling over her music , and let out a noise of surprise and confusion when she saw Pop leaning against the wall and instantly tossed a rag at his face, and too startled to sign spoke verbally to the man as her cheeks turned bright red.

"POP! THERE'S A REASON WHY US HUMANS HAVE DOORS!" She lifted the canvas off of the easel, using it to block most of her body from his view. Usually someone seeing her nude wouldn't phase her, but this was Pop, this was someone that she would care about if he didn't like her body. What if he didn't like what he saw? What if he decided that he didn't want her anymore because of her body? She shook that aside, instead choosing to focus on something else. "How long were you watching me? Jesus, Pop, you do know that's kinda creepy right?"

He stood back to his full height as he removed the paint-ridden cloth from his face, a sheepish grin on his features along with his blush.

"Well, what is it the young ones call us again? Creepypasta? I think I'm supposed to be a bit creepy at least every once in a while." he shrugged as he tried to pour humor into the tense situation. "And why use doors when it's so much easier to teleport? And more fun..." he trailed off as he looked at her.

He didn't understand why humans were so touchy when it came to nudity. It's just a body, after all. Everybody has one. He was somewhat amused by her reaction - he hadn't expected her to have that typical human reaction. But, he knew commenting on it would probably get him another object to the face, so he instead turned to something else that had caught his curiosity.

"You seem to paint yourself more than you paint the canvas," he remarked with a grin. She blushed harder,

"I like the way the paint feels on my skin. It's nice." She moved the canvas out of the way, setting it back on her easel before pointing to her stomach where she had painted a yellow rose, and smiled. "I like turning myself into art." All of the little smears and dots she had put on her body all collected into something else, whether it be an eye or a flower or something else. Not only was she getting the sensory satisfaction of it, she was also making art and the way that it washed off in the shower was equally satisfying to her.

"Hmmm..." Pop tapped his chin in thought for a second, then his face lit up: he had an idea. And that was a scary thing. "I challenge you!" he pointed at her. At her confused glance, he elaborated further. "I challenge you to a paint fight! The goal is to paint a clear image on your opponent before they paint one on you. We each get a weapon," he said as he picked up a paintbrush, "And there's plenty of ammo all around us." he gestured to the many bottles of paint around the living room.

He snapped his fingers, and after another puff of blueish smoke cleared from around him he was as nude as she was. He couldn't think of a better way to make her less embarrassed than to make the situation fun...and what was more fun than a paint war?

"Do you accept this challenge?!" he smiled widely as he brandished the brush he'd picked up earlier in one hand with a bottle of green paint in the other.She raised her eyebrows before she laughed, chirps of happiness coming out in between her laughter before picking up a brush of her own.

"That depends! Are you prepared to lose?" She then launched herself at the man, dead set on winning this paint war.Pop expertly dodged her and painted a streak of green across her lower back as she passed.

"There's the grass for my piece. I'm already a fourth of the way done. I think I'm going to win this one in the end." he smirked.She giggled, a wide grin on her face as she fake launched herself at him, and when he dodged again she twisted her body so that she could paint a blue circle on his chest, and she then danced out of the way when he went to go paint another stroke on her and her laugh got louder as she continued to dodge and snake her way closer again to paint another circle.

"You wish! I'm already a third of the way done, baby. I never lose."

"There's a first time for everything~!" Pop sang with a smile as he managed to paint the stem and leaf of a flower on her back with a bit of hassle. They continued at this for another half hour, and eventually Pop was just missing one petal to complete the flower he was painting on her back. They stood across from one another, each one warily eyeing the other's movements.

Dani eyed him, she only needed one more circle to complete her picture, and she was dead set on winning. She dropped her paintbrush, looking up at Pop with a sultry grin and saw as he froze, looking down at the tiny woman. She took a step closer, a hum starting in her throat.

"Pop?"

"Yes?" he asked as he kept on guard. Now just what was she planning?She took another step closer, and then another, letting her hips sway. She was nearly chest to chest with the jester, and bit her lip slightly, leaning up on her tiptoes, and she lifted her hand up, putting one of them on his shoulder and she watched him turn pink and the hum in her throat deepened as she spoke.

"Guess what?"He could see where this was headed, and quickly spun out of her grip, placing his paintbrush to her back. He painted the last petal he needed, and the flower was complete.

"I guess you lost for the first time." he grinned. "You can't fool me that easily, dear. I wasn't created yesterday."She let out a loud maniacal laugh,

"Oh baby, I told you, I never lose." She pointed at his shoulder, which had a circle the shape of her palm, successfully making a dick that spanned from his chest to his shoulder. She pranced around the apartment, chirping and singing, "I wiiiiin~" She then began dancing to Janelle Monáe's voice in victory, a smile on her face and paint all over her body.He looked down at his chest for the first time since they started, a confused look on his face.

"What is with humans and this obsession for painting male anatomy everywhere?" he questioned as he sighed and shook his head. "Ah, well. I suppose you win this round, love. But this is just the first battle of the war...there will be many more to come." he smirked. Then there was a puff of bright blue smoke, and there was Cane.

"What...in blue blazes...happened here?" she demanded with a frown.

"Ummm...paint fight?" Pop grinned as he used his brush to paint a streak of orange from Dani's forhead to the tip of her nose. Cane sighed and facepalmed.

"Get cleaned up, Pop. We have a target to dispose of." With that, she disappeared, and Pop laughed hysterically.Danielle swatted at him, picking up a paintbrush and flicking it, sending green paint splattering across his chest.

"Don't disrespect my beautiful art!" She jumped back before he could use the paintbrush to paint her again, and said in a sing-song voice, "You heard your sister, go get cleaned up~"

"Oh, but what about your beautiful artwork? Why can't I just show up like this to take out our target? Besides the part about Cane killing me for it..." he mumbled the last bit to himself.She giggled,

"If Cane kills you then we can't have anymore paint wars. I'll just paint another dick on you when I win next time." With that she smiled cheekily, heading to the shower to wash herself off and see all the colors flow down the drain in a sensory heaven.

He watched her leave, then smiled and shook his head as he snapped his fingers. The mess from the paint around Dani's apartment cleared itself up, and the only evidence left of their little War was the images they had on their skin. Pop disappeared, back to the Circus to clean up before his sister could reappear and scold him. He was going to win the next war, he decided. He wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

#ask the good creeps #ask creepypasta #creepypasta

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ophelia || casseya

new discovery . teasing . incest encounter

Freya July:

Freya hadn’t lied. For the past week she’d been planted on her couch at night with her work phone talking to her clients and getting them off with nothing but the sound of her voice and a vivid imagination. It was great seeing as she couldn’t really sleep most nights anyway, that meant more hours raking in cash since she legit had no other way of doing that now. The med thing, with Cassie holding onto them, made her feel more at ease with the whole situation but it meant giving her a key so that she couldn’t outright refuse to let her in at night. Tonight was like all the other nights this week. She sat on her couch in a pair of ivory linen bed pants that rode low on her hips and a matching baggy cotton crop top. Her hair was up in a messy bun and her feet were bare. The phone was held up to her ear as she talked to the third client of the evening. “And I’m there at your feet, Miss. Naked. Needing, wanting, craving your touch.” Her tone was seductive, her accent was English subtly so as to mask the American accent she normally had. She added in a whimper for good measure. “Please... please touch me? I’ll be good. I’ll be so good for you- your good girl.” To any on looker she appeared to be having a normal conversation. “.... if that’s what you want, Miss. you know I will. I’ll crawl, I’ll beg- I’ll do whatever you want. “

Cassandra July:

Cassandra wasn’t someone who liked being cooped up, she needed to get out, be doing something, so when Rosalyn was fast asleep, Cassie was wide awake and in need of company. She figured annoying Freya would be a good option— she needed to give her her meds anyway so it was a win-win situation. She made her way down to her sister’s apartment and she didn’t bother knocking this tome, it was late maybe her roommate was asleep or out so Cassie didn’t see an issue with it. She lets herself in and stops dead in her tracks. The English accent sounds so familiar, it makes her brows knit together. She knows that voice. She stands there for a few moments her brain ticking away until her eyes widen, realisation hitting her. To get Freya’s attention she shuts the door and clears her throat in that obvious, obnoxious way you do when you want someone to know you’re there. She could have just left... but part of her really didn’t want to.

Freya July:

Freya was mid moan when she head the door close. It was one of three people- roommate, Dani, or Cassandra- and either which way, they all knew what her little profession entailed. The woman on the other end of the phone had a lot to say tonight and she found herself humming and whimpering for good measure here and there. The Domme was close. Blue eyes peaked up and over the couch, landing on the older woman, her cheeks flushed ever so slightly but it would be barely noticeable. “.... What else, Miss?” She gestures to the couch silently to let her sister know she can sit and that she’ll be done soon.” “I’ll stay there on my knees with my head between your legs as long as you want me there, Miss. I’d stay there all night if that’s where you wanted me.” It isn’t often that she finds herself turned on by these calls. She has one female Domme and one male Dom who actually get her worked up during their phone sessions and this Domme isn’t the one. There’s something about her tone that is slightly different when she’s turned on, when she’s actually touching herself, when she’s truly imagining the scene. Her eyes watch the Domme in the room as she continues the conversation to its close. With one final moan she gives a small smile. “I’m glad I was able to help too, Miss. Of course. Call in anytime you please. Have a lovely evening.” Hanging up, she gives a yawn and a stretch and sets the phone down. “What, no text? No knock? You just show up now?” The American accent was back and her lips quirked into a small smirk.

Cassandra July:

Cassie hadn't really expected Freya to just stop mid-conversation, after all it was here way of making money right now, but having her just gesture for the Domme to sit down made her smirk. She notes the flush on her sister's cheek and honestly, she can't blame her, it's not like either of them way shy about sex but this was a different situation - unbeknownst to Freya, though, they've been in a different situation that should cause her to blush more. The fact it's happened more than once is also a thing but Cassie hadn't known who was on the other end of the phone. As she sits, and watches as her sister continue the conversation with the stranger on the phone, she can't help but think this isn't the Ophelia she gets. She always seem like she's more involved, the tone of her voice is different to what Cassie has heard on the end of the phone. She feels smug knowing that, knowing Cassie must do a better job at the dirty talking and getting her off than her customer on the phone right now. Freya is doing a good job, though. When the conversation is over, Cassandra smirks back at her sister, arms crossing over her chest. "I thought it would have been more fun to just show up. And it certainly was," Cassie drawls, quirking her eyebrow. "Doesn't seem like you're having as much fun as you could have with those types of phone calls," she notes. She plans on telling Freya the truth but she's going to drag it out first.

Freya July:

That smirk is simply unfair. Her thighs clench in those linen pants but otherwise she keeps her relaxed demeanor and has no trouble holding eye contact. Freya gives a roll of those pretty eyes at her response but unlike other times it’s playful. Freya relaxes back into the pillows of the couch stretching her legs over her sister’s lap. She lets her hair down and runs slender fingers through blond waves. “Admittedly, there are only two people who get me worked up on those phone calls. One woman. One man. The majority of the phone calls I just sit here and make voices and sounds, on those two it’s a different story.” She leans on her elbow, cheek resting in her palm as she regards Cassandra. “Always the English accent. Everyone seems to enjoy the accent.” She states in the accent mentioned.

Cassandra July:

Once Freya’s legs are over his lap, she rests his hands over them and then slowly starts to run his hand up and his her leg. She likes the moments like this between— sure their relationship runs on sassy comments, and snarky remarks, arguments that can last weeks, but this, this is a rarity and Cassie likes to take advantage of them. She watches as her sisters runs his fingers through his hair, his eyes following the movement. It distracts her so easily but she still manages to take on what her sister is saying. She smirks, again. Sure it may be big headed of her to think she’s the one woman Freya is talking about but she knows how Freya sounds with her compared to how she just sounded is not the same. “How often do you hear from this one woman, and one man?” she adds just to make it seems normal. She chuckles quietly, she missed admit she does personally like the English accent as well. “Us Americans do seem to like an English accent, I’m not sure why, though,” she muses.

Freya July:

Freya felt her breath catch in her throat as those hands smoothed along her legs. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from blushing. It was sort of nice to have these softer moments, she underestimated just how much she needed them. “The man calls in once a week for the past four years. Sometimes twice, all depends on his business schedule. He travels so I usually get a call when he’s cooped up in a hotel room which is typically a Monday night. I call him Master. Most men prefer Sir.” The switch rolled her ankles and pointed her toes with a hum, she had no intention of moving her legs from their place in Cassie’s lap especially now that the woman’s hands were on them. “The woman... The only woman I call Mistress on these calls... I hear from her more sporadically. More often recently.” She recalled before dk she would hear from her weekly so she guessed that was the case here in this reality. “I used to hear from her once a week as well but the day varied. It’s been a bit more often since I’ve been back... which is nice since I’m not really supposed to be scening or having intense physical encounters until I’m fully cleared.” A few blond strands are twirled between her finger tips idly as she speaks. “I find the accent,” she speaks in it easily once more, “adds to the whole scene. I never slip out of it. Go by Ophelia- my middle name.”

Cassandra July:

Cassie was the type of person to notice things about people. She was harsh with people, she didn't care about being rude, but she always noticed things about people. So the blush on her sister's cheeks she definitely noticed, easily. She liked it, whether she was okay with admitting it out loud or not she didn't know but to herself, running his hands up and down her leg, she liked it. She listens as Freya talks about the man and woman, not really caring about the man but listening anyway because it was polite, right? She teases his fingers under the fabric of Freya's trousers as she talks about the man because she wants Freya to be focused on her. But then she talks about the woman. Mistress, the name Cassie had wanted to be called. She calls, when she can, because she can't dominate Rosalyn as much as she used to be able to and the phone calls were just easier. Maybe she liked them so much because it was Freya and she just never understood until now. "What do you like about her - the Domme?" she asks. She can't help herself, she wants to know Freya's point of view before she admits the truth. She smirks as she sees Freya' play with the strands of her hair, noticing it more now she knows and it's addictive, seeing those little movements from her. "Ophelia," she replies, that smirk still set on her lips. Why did she never put two and two together? "I like it. The name and the accent," she admits despite the fact it's more than she usually would say.

Freya July:

The color in Freya’s cheeks darkens ever so slightly when Cassandra’s hand find her warm smooth skin. A shiver dances along her spine at the sensation, she enjoys the way they feel against her and it’s hard to concentrate on anything other than the Domme beside her. The younger woman raises a brow at the question but then thinks about it as her fingers continue to tease blond strands, now attempting to distract herself from enjoying her sister’s attention more than she should. Seeing that smirk has her biting her lower lip. Her lips part a moment later to speak but the words don’t come because the way Cassie says that name stirs something in her she can’t explain. It takes her a moment but she clears her throat gently. “Well... she pushes me. She doesn’t seem to buy into unauthentic sessions like others do. I find myself wanting to obey her... and I do. If she tells me to get on my knees then I’m on my knees, if she tells me to take off my clothes then my clothes come off, if she tells me to touch myself then my hands are on my body for her... and so on...which really doesn’t happen with any other clients. I like her voice. When she talks to me it feels like she’s here. I find myself looking forward to our calls, less of a job if you actually enjoy it, right?”

After a moment she realizes she’s said more than she meant to and gives a small shake of her head with a little laugh. “Nice to know you approve.”September 13, 2020

Cassandra July:

Cassandra is having too much fun with this, being the one in the know and using it to her advantage. She wonders if Freya knew, would she still be as open about admitting all of that? Probably not. But as her sister speaks, she continues to stroke her leg, her eyes never leaving her sister’s. Every word she says she makes Cassie feel a little bit smug, knowing she gets all that from here. She does think that the call should be fun for both parties so why not? Her mind wanders to what she could get Freya to do in person, where she’s standing in front of her and being able to see her actually do it. It excites the Domme more than it probably but thoughts of seeing how far she can push her sister are the only things she can think about right now. “Look at you, being such a good girl for a stranger,” Cassie teases. “You’re correct, it is less of a job if you do enjoy it— quite a shame you don’t seem to enjoy as much with others,” she muses. And she doesn’t really think it’s that much of a shame but it Cassie can be the one caller to do that for her, she’s happy about that. She lets out a quiet laugh as Freya shakes her head. “I really, really do,” she says as she quirks her eyebrow. He hands move further up his leg, squeezing gently at her thigh. “Imagine if I had walked in on that call.”

Freya July:

Hearing that phrase, Freya flushes once more. She doesn’t understand how her sister has that power, in her old reality she never used to be able to get her to blush so frequently. Fuck Patrick for making that phrase effect her the way it does. Freya gives a small shrug. “I don’t know. I don’t feel@like it’s a shame, it would be exhausting to get that into every call. I’d probably always be naked.” She admits. It’s so easy to talk to her sister right now. She hates to admit that she’s enjoying it. The laugh coupled with that touch has another shiver spiraling through her body. Hands on her bare thighs are something she hasn’t really felt in awhile and it’s a shock to the system. Her brow arched again slightly. The accent comes back, it was a wonder how easily she could slip in and out of it. “Good to know... perhaps I’ll use it when I want something.” She smirks a little but then she’s quick to bite her lip once more at the next comment that falls from Cassie’s mouth. Freya releases her lip only to press them together. She knows her sister would have felt her thighs clench beneath her hands even at the thought of that scenario. “You certainly would have gotten more of a show. I don’t hang up on clients ... especially not her. And I give her what she wants.”

Cassandra July:

Cassie hums in agreement. “You’re right you probably would be exhausted but it’d be a good kind of exhaustion,” she muses, smirking again. Maybe it would also help Freya sleep more but she doesn’t say that, they’re getting in so far, no need to push it with talk of health. She laughs softly, thinking Freya being tanked naked all the time probably wouldn’t be a bad thing at all. She scratched her fingers against his thigh now, tickling her flesh in a slow, teasing way. It’s just easy, touching her in a simple ways like that. She quirks an eyebrow, feigning a serious expression. “You can try it on me, we’ll see if it does actually make me give you what you want,” she teases. She’s doesn’t give into requests easily, it’s her stubbornness mixed with the fact she likes people to work for what they want. Cassie does in fact feel Freya’s thigh clench under her touch and it makes her smirk, she likes knowing she has some physically power over her sister. “Not even if I walked in, hm? You’d just keep going... doing whatever it is you for this Domme,” Cassandra challenges. “Does she really hold that much power over you?” she asks, keeping her eyes locked on Freya’s face.

Freya July:

Freya sucks in an audible breath at the way those fingers scratch along her bare skin. She recovers quickly by biting the inside of her cheek hard. “You think it won’t’?” The accent continues and she feigns a pout. “I think you enjoy it more than you’re letting on.” Those long lashes bat slightly and brilliant blue eyes find her sister’s gaze and hold it. She’s trying so hard to ignore her touch. It gets harder by the moment and she has to remind herself to breathe. The switch mentally curses her sister when she smirks again and that smirk tells her what she needs to know, Cassie felt her thigh clench, the older woman knew that she was having a reaction to the thoughts taking up residence in her mind. That’s a problem. Cassandra can’t know that she’s pushing all the right buttons, it’ll be used against her in the future, she’s sure of it. The blonde shakes her head, unable to form words for a moment. Eventually she finds her voice. “Not even if you walked in. It’s my job. I didn’t end the phone call when you came in earlier, did I?” She challenges. Freya clears her throat gently, fingers raking through her hair, she tries to break eye contact, clearly she’s a bit flustered. “She may....” she admits.

Cassandra July:

The Domme is having way too much fun with this, with touching Freya so simply and having such delicious responses from it. Her mind wanders to other ways she could touch Freya that would result in even better responses. Her sister seems like she responds easily to things she quite clearly likes. Cassie wants more. The pout makes Cassandra roll he eyes but it’s done fondly. “I think you’re getting too big for your boots,” she retorts. She does indeed really enjoy the accent but she’s not going to make it so easy for Freya. Waiting for Freya to speak seems to last a while, she wonders what is going on in that beautiful head of hers. “You weren’t doing anything in that phone call, though, fake moans, sitting doing nothing. Do you think you would keep it up, actually touching yourself if I walked in?” she asks, and she doesn’t look away. She won’t break eye contact, the challenge is evident in her gaze. “A stranger,” she drawls, “having that much of an affect on you? I never thought I’d see the day,” she teases. Knowing it’s her that has the affect just makes it so much better to tease her with.

Freya July:

The younger woman gives a roll of brilliant blue eyes when she sees Cassie do just that. It almost annoys her that her sister doesn’t give in easily but at the same time she enjoys the challenge. Freya scoffs a little. “I was basically having phone sex when you walked in- that’s hardly doing nothing.” Swallowing back any nerves she has at that question, she takes a moment to really think about it. “I would. You of anyone should know I never do a job half assed and I set expectations with this particular person.” She held her gaze once more accepting the challenge. “I would continue until the end of the call.” The teasing has her heart racing a little more. “We’ve been talking for years so.... she doesn’t feel like a stranger.” The entire hypothetical situation has her heated, her skin a little warmer to the touch now.

Cassandra July:

Cassandra casually shrugs her shoulders as Freya argues her point. She knows she was having phone sex and yet the Domme wishes maybe she had walked in on more. “And what a wonderful job you were doing at it,” she replies with a charming smile. Cassie knows Freya works hard at what she does, the Domme is exactly the same. The pair have always been driven and wanted to succeed in whatever it is they do— it’s definitely a good trait to have. She loves that Freya holds her gaze as she says that last sentence. “And then I would have sat here until the end of the call,” she confirms, not a hint of teasing in her voice. Freya doesn’t have to know that would actually never happen because Cassie is the person on the other end of the call. “Is that so?” Cassie asks as her fingers trail to her sisters inner thigh. The moment is more intimate than she’s ever been with Freya. Something new. Something exciting. She brushes her fingers against her skin, shifting closer to her sister. She searches her face for a few long seconds before she smirks again. “You’re going to have to excuse me,” she says. “It’ll be right back.” As she speaks she removes her hand from under the fabric and then stands up before making her way into her sister’s bathroom.

Freya July:

The way Cassandra speaks to her pushes every damn button she has. Their often times hostile banter has always gotten under her skin and the Domme very well knows it. It’s unfair... 100% unfair. Until the end of the call? “Oh, really?” Hearing that made her both nervous and excited and she had to mentally scold herself for thinking that Cassandra was doing anything more than teasing the ever living hell out of her. She couldn’t be serious.... could she? Cassie’s voice had gone serious and it sent another shiver through her body. She was serious. Dead serious. As those fingers find her inner thigh, she sucks in a sharp breath and her cheeks flush the slightest bit. She can’t help but squirm subtly beneath her touch. The switch could hear the racing of her pulse ringing in her ears. What was Cassandra playing at? Freya gave a small nod, deciding she couldn’t back down now and held her gaze. “It is.” Freya remained where she sat, she didn’t pull away as Cassandra got closer, she didn’t move forward either but she held her ground. The Domme was close... so fucking close. As she searches Freya’s face the younger woman studies those eyes, the smirk has her toes curling a bit. Her brow scrunches as Cassie excuses herself to head to the bathroom. Freya watches her go and releases a shaky breath. She doesn’t have much time to recover before her work phone is going off. She didn’t have any appointments so when the caller id read Mistress she felt like she couldn’t breathe. She looked over towards the bathroom for a long moment and picked up the phone, her accent picking up. “Hello, Mistress... I’m so sorry I didn’t realize we had an appointment.” She was genuinely apologetic.

Cassandra July:

At the ’oh really’ comment all Cassandra does is quirk her eyebrow in response. The tone was serious, she had been serious and despite that, she still didn’t feel like confirming it out loud for the switch— she wanted to keep her wondering and squirming about it because it was way more fun. Cassie sits on the toilet, seat down as she actually didn’t need to use the bathroom, as she easily calls Freya — or Ophelia should she say. Heading that English accent on the other end of the phone has her smirking to herself. She brushes his fingers through her hair, ready to have some fun with her sister sat in the other room. “Hello, sweetie,” she drawls easily. She never put an accent on but her Domme voice was slightly different to her usual voice and she never used it on Freya, she wasn’t her Domme, after all. “We didn’t, but I missed that voice of yours, so I thought I’d give you a call,” she explains. “Do you think you’re in the mood to be a good girl for me?” she asks even though she knows the answer will be yes. “I was hoping to have you moaning in my ear again, telling me how much you want to please me. It does get me going,” she admits and her voice is low as she speaks.

Freya July:

Freya’s face was flush, her body was flush, she was over heated and panicking a little but in the best way possible. Hearing her voice was like something out of a dream right now and she couldn’t wrap her mind around it. The switch feels automatic relief when she heard that she hadn’t in fact missed a scheduled call. She had missed her voice? That only makes her blush deepen and she can’t help but smile. “...I ... missed yours as well, Mistress.” She admits softly. “I am.. always in the mood to be a good girl for you, Mistress.” It was true, the only person she always wanted to be good for was simply a voice at the other end of a phone line... was that sad? Freya was committed to this job and apparently to pleasing this person. She told Cassie what would happen were this to go down and she wasn’t about to back down from the challenge that had been set. “I love pleasing you, love moaning for you... I’ll do whatever you want.” Blue eyes glance over at the bathroom door, nervous knowing that Cassie will most certainly be back soon. “What would please you this evening, Mistress?”

Cassandra July:

Cassandra smirks at the way the switch falters when she says she missed her voice as well. It's endearing, honestly, to see that side of Freya that isn't so sure and confident. Cassie likes it more than she will ever let on. "Good to know, sweetie," she replies, the teasing evident in her voice but it's all in good fun, she would never make Freya - Ophelia - feel bad. Unless, of course, that's what the switch asked for then she'd be more than willing to do just that. The words are like music to Cassie's ears, and it's even better now knowing exactly who's on the other end of the phone. "And you are always so good," she muses. She lets out a happy hum when Freya confirms she loves pleasing and moaning for her, she did already know that but hearing the switch say it out loud was something Cassie could definitely get used to hearing. "I want you to touch yourself. But first, go ahead and take your clothes off for me, there’s no need for them,” she says, smirking despite Freya not being able to see it. “Even though I’m not there, I want you to do it slowly, really put on a show, sweetie.” She waits a few moments, giving Freya time to get undressed before she speaks again. “Imagine it's me, start rubbing yourself. You're going to edge for me three times before I let you come," she explains and she knows in the back of her mind, the third time Freya edges herself, Cassie is going to go out and finish the job for her. "Imagine I'm there, sweetie, touching you with teasing fingers, over your breasts, giving attention to your nipples while I play with you. I'd make you feel so good," she promises. "And I know you'd beg so prettily for me to let you come, but I'd just keep teasing you." God, she so desperately wants that and has to keep herself planted on the toilet seat for the time being.

Freya July:

Freya’s heart is racing a mile a minute as she listens to the voice on the other end of the phone. The blushing currently happening is out of control and she mentally scolds herself for it. This is why she’s always liked this woman, she can control her with just her voice which for Freya, has never truly been the case with anyone else. She swallows hard. “Yes, Mistress.”. She stands without hesitation and slowly teases off her clothing as if the Domme is right in front of her. “First my hands smooth up my stomach, my skin is warm to the touch. My fingers sneak up beneath my crop top, thumbs teasing the hem. I pull it over my head for you.” Unless told otherwise, Freya always tells her what’s happening in this way. She folds the shirt and sets it aside. “My chest is bare and my nipples are hard for you. My hands slip back down my body@and thumbs hook into my linen bed pants tracing all the way to the drawstring. I slowly pull the bow and when it releases, my pants slink to the floor and pool at my feet to show you that I don’t have any panties on. I’m naked for you, Mistress.” She folds her pants quickly and lays back on the couch again. Her entire body is heated and for a moment she wonders if Cassie died in the bathroom. She settles the phone between her ear and her shoulder. “My hands are your hands Mistress.” She murmurs. She does as she’s told again without hesitation. One hand goes to her hardened nipples while the other slips down to tease and rub at her pulsing clit. The little blonde moans. “My legs are spread for you. Hands teasing.” She whimpers softly and the sound is so distinctly different from the phone call earlier because it’s so very real.

“I’m so wet for you, Mistress.” Her breath is a little shaky, her hips roll as she rubs at herself. “Your hands feel perfect on my body. Your one hand keeping my nipples hard while the other rubs my clit and gives it the attention I crave. It really-mmmh- really doesn’t take much to get me to the edge tonight.” And that was true, Cassie had already worked her up.. she moans and after another moment starts to beg. “Please- please, Mistress? Please- I need to come for you - I’ll be so good for you - please. I want to be so good- your good girl. I’m so so close and-“ She whimpers again. Her body feels like it’s on fire. “Please. Mistresss!”

Cassandra July:

Knowing exactly where Freya is, and exactly what she’s wearing, it makes the whole experience a little bit more enjoyable. She can perfectly image her sister taking her clothes of for her, especially with the way Freya explains everything to her, she’s always been so good at that. So the switch knows she’s listening, she makes sounds of approval, throwing in the occasionally groan when Freya talks about how she’s touching herself. A louder groan falls from her lips when Freya says she doesn’t have any panties, she had no idea when she had her hands on her thighs and now she wishes she had teased further up. But she will. Soon. “Good girl. I bet you look so good, completely naked and ready for me,” she praises easily. She imagines Freya spread out on the couch for her, touching herself, having Cassie’s voice in her ear unaware it’s her. The whole situation spikes Cassie’s arousal in ways she hasn’t felt for a very long time Her her sister whimper has she touches herself is the best sound. “I love knowing you’re wet for me. My fingers could easily slip inside of you, I bet you’d taste so good,” she says, the need to taste her the only thought in her head right now. The begging that follows is amazing. She’s so good at begging for what she needs it makes Cassie want to just give in and give her it all. “You are my good girl, begging so prettily for me, for your release. Don’t come yet, keep begging. Show me how much you really want it.” As she speaks she gets up, she opens the bathroom door and makes her way back out to Freya. The nerves and excitement set her body alight. She can see Freya naked, touching herself, and she steps closer to her before she’s in front of her, the phone still in her hand. “How badly do you want to come, sweetie?” she asks, her voice dripping with arousal before she hangs the phone up, staring down at her sister who looks perfect like this, touching herself, completely naked , begging for Cassie to let her come.

Freya July:

Freya did as she was told, she kept herself on the edge and eased herself off it so that she wouldn’t cum just yet. She definitely wouldn’t cum without permission. Hearing that she is the Domme’s good girl has her rubbing herself a little harder, a little faster. “Yes, M-Mistress-“. Her breathing is unsteady as she continues. And even though The Domme mentioned how easy it would be to slip into her she knows better than to let her own fingers go there without express permission so instead she continues to rub her clit.

The whimpers and moans fill the room. “Your hand teases my clit a little harder and it drives me insane.” She follows this up with more begging. The begging feels so natural with this woman even though Freya has never really been one to beg. “Please, Mistress- god, please! Mistress please let me cum I need to s-so badly please!” Freya knows better than to cum without permission. She continues to touch herself, not hearing the door to the bathroom. When she hears Cassie’s voice, those lust filled blue eyes gaze up and widen in realization. The phone falls away from her ear. A shiver runs through her body, head to toe. Her cheeks flush once more and she bites hard into her lower lip but her hand continues to move.

So many emotions course through her in the moment shock and surprise, among them but the over riding one is her need for release. “So badly, Mistress.” She whimpers, another moan following, she’s never called Cassie by a title and the feeling it sends through her now is like magic. “Please! Please let me cum for you? Please, Mistress-!”

Cassandra July:

Cassandra had no idea how Freya would react once she knew the Domme on the end of the phone was here. I could either way. Standing there, watching and waiting, feels like a life-time but then Freya continues to beg, calling Cassie Mistress to her face and god, the Domme loves that. She could get used to having Freya call her that. It's unreal, now actually seeing the scene unfold rather than just hearing it over the phone, she gets to see Freya look so desperate. She's going to get to see her come, right here right now and she's never wanted anything more. "Such a good girl, begging for me like that," she says as he steps closer to Freya, her eyes flicking down to see her sister touching herself, wet for Cassie and her words. Fuck. She's addicted to it. "You can come for me, sweetie," she says, finally giving her permission mostly because she wants to see it first hand, in person, what it looks like when her sister comes. She knows it sounds good but she's never actually seen it but she has a feeling it's going to be a delightful sight.

Freya July:

Freya’s entire aura is lit up like the night sky filled with stars. Her body is flushed. Her mind is reeling. She needs release more than she’s ever needed release before in her entire life. The way those eyes look at her, the way they take her in, the way Cassie’s gaze and voice touch her without so much as laying a finger upon her skin- it’s min blowing and she knows it’s dangerous. She was already very much addicted to their phone sessions and this was.... far beyond that. She knows that Cassandra can see just how wet she is, she can see how her body is reacting- she hates to admit it but her sister already had her slick with need before the phone call. When she gives her permission to cum it doesn’t even take a second for Freya to obey. The orgasm takes hold of her and washes over her like a tidal wave. It’s quite literally the best orgasm she’s ever had and she hates Cassie for it. Her body arches and she cries out as it rips through her, she never takes her eyes from the Domme’s face as she rises out every ripple of intense sensations.

Cassandra July:

As Freya hits her release, and keeps her eyes glued to Cassie, the Dom can't look away. She locks eyes with her when the orgasm first hits but then her eyes trail down her body, taking in how she reacts to it, how her body reacts to it. She looks so good. Cassandra bites her bottom lip gently, loving the sight before her, she doesn't want it to end. It's such a new development in their relationship and yet it doesn't feel odd or wrong or weird on Cassandra's part. She wants more of it, of Freya, or bringing her to her release and having her moan for whatever Cassie gives her. She's wet herself, she knows she is, from touching Freya previously, seeing her reactions, and then the phone call and now this. She is so glad she turned up interrupted tonight, it has taken a turn she never expected and yet it was nothing short of amazing. "Look at you," she says, eyes lust blown and she moves to kneel on the couch beside Freya. She runs her fingers over the switch's thigh again, this time edging closer and closer to where she really wants to touch.

Freya July:

Freya moans again as her body experiences the aftershocks. She’s trembling ever so slightly and all words seem to be lost on her for the moment. She whimpers a little as Cassie speaks. The younger woman can’t take her eyes from the Domme. It seems damn near impossible. She expects to see the ‘I win’ expression on the older woman’s face, the one she’d adopted over several years of sisterly challenges.... but she didn’t see it. All she sees is a woman who wants her, who enjoys what she is seeing, a dominant who seems just as addicted as she is. Freya sucks in a sharp breath at the feeling of those fingers again her heated flesh and she gives a little whine. Her heart seems to be up in her throat and she can feel it racing. The switch doesn’t move to stop the older woman, her hips push up a little as if to silently beg but soon she does find her words. “Please-“. She breathes... but it’s her voice now, not Ophelia. The accent is gone. “Please, Mistress-“ she begs, her voice cracking a little.

Cassandra July:

Cassandra is so close to her that she can hear the sharp breath, she looks at her sister in question and then she whines and there isn’t any hesitation from the switch, no signs of question or concern. Seeing her hips push up in that needy way is amazing, Cassie wants more of that, more of Freya being needy for her in ways she’s never seen before. It’s intoxicating. Freya has already come once for her and now Cassie wants to make her come with her touch, feeling it around her fingers. Hearing Freya’s accent revert back to the one she’s known her whole life, it shifts something inside of her. Freya is begging for her as Freya and not Ophelia and that really is something else. “You beg so nicely, pretty girl,” she praises easily as she rubs at her clit, slowly, watching for her reaction. She can’t believe shes touching her like this, feeling how wet she is. It’s amazing. The circular motions become more eager, switching that action with running his fingers in between that sensitive spot. “You’re dripping, Freya, look at you,” she says, her voice low, desperate. It isn’t longe before she’s pushing fingers inside of her sister, two of them going in so easy. She groans at the hot, wet heat around her fingers. “Fuck,” she says quietly as he works her fingers inside of her, pushing them in deeply before crooking them against her g-sport.

Freya July:

As subtle as it is, Freya can see the switch in her sister’s eyes. She can see the moment that something shifts in her and it’s that moment that tells her she’s made the right choice in switching back, in the back of her mind had been a worry after she changed her accent back that she questioned whether or not Cassandra would come to her sense and decide she couldn’t do this but it seemed to have the opposite affect. At the compliment and the pet name her cheeks darken. As those fingers find her clit she can’t help but cry out, hips thrusting up into her touch. “Please, Mistress!” She’s already so close. Freya gives another little whine followed by a breathy moan. “Just for-nnnngh - for you, Mistress-“ Freya lets a small cry leave her lips as she feels Cassie penetrate her for the first time. As slick as she is, as easy as it is for those fingers to push into her, she’s quite tight and her inner walls grip and clench around her sister. She loves hearing Cassandra swear, it has always hit her just the right way. Those fingers tease at her relentlessly and she writhes beneath the Domme’s touch. “Pleaaase- pleaaase- please Mistress, please-“ The stimulation is so intense that she feels like she might burst into a million pieces. Her words are desperate she needs the release that only her sister, her Domme, can give her.

Cassandra July:

It’s the first time Cassie is touching Freya so she wants to make sure it’s good for her, that’s she’s hitting all the right places. From her sister’s reactions, those whines and the way she clenches around her fingers, she would say she’s doing a stand up job of it. She can’t get over how good she feels, how good it is to have her here, letting the Domme touch her and begging like she is. She’s never seen her sister like this. She knows the phone calls are a thing but now they both now exactly who’s who and what is happening right now. It’s different. A good different. This is all just for Cassandra. She knows, even before Freya knew it was here, that she was the Mistress who could make her moan this way. It’s so good. She keeps working her fingers inside of Freya, loving the feel of it. “You feel so good,” Cassie praises as her free hand begins to circle her clit as the fingers inside her work over time, making sure to pay extra attention to her g-spot. “You can come, when you’re ready. Come for your Mistress, nice and loud,” she says.

Freya July:

Freya has never in her life felt like this. It feels incredible and she never in a million years dreamed this would ever happen. She never thought she’d ever meet her Mistress, not that she didn’t want to but she never thought it was a possibility. Now they were here and all she can think about is the Domme who is currently deep inside of her and how perfect it feels and how natural and how good. Her hips roll up into each thrust. “Mistress...” She breathes the word. It’s the only thing she can handle.. she’s so close- so close to cumming. So close to something else that she couldn’t fully define. Her body was humming. When she is told she’s allowed to cum her body obeys immediately. Her body tenses, her inner walls spasming around those fingers and then clamping down hard. She cries out, her voice echoing through the apartment as wave after wave of her orgasm hit her and send her soaring. For the first time in her life she finds herself in sub space and she’s never trusted anyone more.

Cassandra July:

Cassie can’t stop staring at Freya as her hips keep rolling up, meeting each thrust of the Dom’s fingers. It’s intoxicating, watching her sister like this, hearing her beg and call her Mistress. “Such a good girl,” she praises. When Freya’s orgasm hits her for a second time, Cassie’s jaw goes slack, it’s even better seeing this, feeling her clench around her fingers. She keeps fucking her fingers into her, riding her through the orgasm. Her fingers become more and more drenched with Freya’s come and it’s something Cassie could definitely get used to. “That’s it, sweetie,” she says as Freya cries out. She loves hearing her be loud.

Freya July:

Freya can feel those eyes on her and it only serves to make the experience heightened even further. Being told she’s a good girl has her entire body flushing once more and a whine pushes past pink lips as she hangs onto her last shred of sanity and forces herself not to cum. Her climax is all consuming and she’s released all sense of self consciousness, she’s completely handed over all control to Cassandra. Her cries continue to ring through the room until she finally rides the last of the wave. Her body trembles and blue eyes gaze up as the after shocks hit. She feels this almost as an out of body experience. Sub space isn’t a place she’s ever mentally been before but she knows she’s safe with her sister, she’s always safe with her sister.September 16, 2020

Cassandra July:

Cassie doesn't let up for a second as she rides her through her orgasm, it's amazing having her fall apart like this and the Domme wants to savour every second of it. She only stills her fingers when Freya's done with her orgasm. She slowly removes her fingers, that are so wet from Freya it's intoxicating. "Such a good girl," she says, his voice quiet and soothing. She brushes her fingers through Freya's hair with her clean hand, smiling at the blissed out expression on her sister's face. It's calming, seeing her like this, she hopes it's something she's get to expression again some time soon. "Come here," she says as he pulls Freya closer to her, wrapping her arms around her.

Freya July:

Freya leans into the touch as Cassie’s hand works through her hair. Her breathing is still shaky, her body still trembling slightly. This experience had been so unexpected and so intense that all the emotions she felt seem suspended in mid air as the high post orgasm keeps her in its embrace. At the Domme’s words she doesn’t hesitate, she moves into the woman’s arms and curls up in them, her face turning into her neck to hide in it. Breathing in the Domme is soothing. Freya closes her eyes, she knows that if she allows herself to come out of this headspace then the emotions will crash into her like a tidal wave and she’ll cry so she lets herself stay there.Message #casseya-ophelia

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Danny looked around at the small group that had decided to join, all geared up and ready to go. There were more volunteers than Danny was expecting. When he had asked them who wanted to pay Vlad a visit to help Tony out, almost every hand in the room went up. Thor had just shrugged ad left the room with his poptarts, not wanting to get involved with how mortal businesses work. But Steve had immediately volunteered, and because he did Sam ad Bucky joined in. When Bucky sighed and agreed to come along, Danny didn’t miss the worried look on Steve’s face, but he also noticed how Steve didn’t protest. And then of course Tony was more than willing to fight for what was his. Danny could respect that.

The fastest way to get there was through a portal, but with Vlad’s ghost proof mansion he could probably only get them to the fancy gates. When he told them this, Sam groaned.

“You mean we have to go through one of those gross portal things you shoot out of your hands?” He asked.

“Yeah. Relax, it’s not like you’ll be going to the Zone. Just to Vlad’s mansion. You won’t feel a thing,” Danny said with a roll of his eyes. Bucky snickered as Sam groaned again, and the Falcon couldn’t help but shoot him a glare. It had no heat behind it, though.

Danny held up his hand as it began to glow before focusing his ectoplasmic energy into the portal, imagining exactly where he wanted to be. The circle came out of nowhere, swirling beautifully with foreign shades of green. Danny smiled to himself before quickly turning to the others.

“After you,” he said. They all hesitated for a moment, eyeing Phantom with a sort of worry, but in the end it was the great Iron Man who went first. Then it was Cap, Falcon, and finally Bucky, who hadn’t said a word since he agreed to come along. He tested it out with his metal hand first before walking all the way through. Danny was right behind him, closing the portal behind him.

A part of him was happy to see such a familiar place, but a knot formed in his stomach. It was only familiar because Vlad had this-used to have-this obsession with making Danny his son. Danny couldn’t help but briefly wonder if the cat was still kicking.

The mansion hadn’t changed a bit on the outside. It was still the giant green long and tall silver gates and the red brick walls. Danny walked in front of them, his cape fluttering around his ankles. Vlad had to answer to his crimes, and Danny was more than willing to make him pay up, whether it was ghost related or not. You mess with Danny’s friends then you get the full wrath of the ghost king.

“So, do we just knock?” Sam asked, picking up a rock and flicking it at Bucky. He was completely unfazed by the action. It must have been normal, then.

“Something like that,” Danny grinned. He walked up to the lock, giving it a nice coat of ice before stepping back. He brought his knee up and kicked it as hard as he could. The gates opened with no problem, and they were now horribly dented. Oh, Danny had missed this.

“Looks like he’s not home,” Tony observed. “Should we come back later?”

“Nah, he’ll show up. His sensors have already picked up ghost energy, so it’s not like he already doesn’t know I’m here.”

“Wat about the rest of us,” Bucky said. His gravely voice almost sounded worried, but his face remained completely void of emotion.

“I ind of have to agree with him on that one,” Sam said. “If we weren’t going for stealth then-”

“-You guys worry to much. I said he knew I was here. His equipment isn’t going to pick up on you because it’s to focused on me. Now come on, I know where his lab is.”

They all shared a look as Danny turned and started floating up the long driveway and through the front door. He opened it for them, gesturing for them to enter.

The place was just as massive as Danny remembered, and he couldn’t help the feeling of nostalgia of the first time he ever walked these halls, where he didn’t have to worry about his parents’ old college friend murdering him. Ah, good times.

He led them past the lobby and past the display cases filled with Packers shrines. They didn’t stop until hey reached the den, where everything was coated in a very thin layer of dust. Danny eyed the giant painting of Vlad above the fireplace, his eyes boring into your soul. For a moment Danny thought they flashed red, but no. It must have been in his head. PTSD fro his years of fighting the older halfa.

“Grab onto me,” he said. Iron Man took a shoulder, and Sam took the other. Steve and Bucky each took a hand, and Danny slowly brought them down. Somehow he thought holding four grown men up would be hard, but his ghost strength really paid off. It was almost effortless, really.

After maybe ten feet of dirt it opened up into this blinding white room with equipment everywhere, and old inventions that hadn’t been touched in forever. Over on the far wall was the ghost portal, and on the long wall closer to the exit were several chambers that once held clones of Danny. He walked over and placed his hand on the broken on, thinking of the time he and Dani had kicked Vlad’s butt when Dani was destabilizing. He let his hand slide down as he continued looking around.

Bucky watched as Phantom walked around like he knew the place. The way he looked at the chamber, the weapons, and especially the large doors off to the side with caution tape around the eight edges. What was that? And why was Phantom so chummy with this place? When had he had time to learn the terrain of Vlad Masters’ home?

“I remember this,” he said, picking up a small cube. He threw it to the ground, and it grew. The top of it had a large hole in it, enough to fit a head, but no more. “See, before I became a full ghost me and Vlad always fought. The whole arch nemesis type thing. He kidnapped me a lot, because I was just a scrawny teenager who had had my powers for a few months. He had had his since his college days though. He used to be a lot stronger than me.”

“Why was he always kidnapping you?” Iron Man asked. The helmet gave a sort of ting to his voice.

“He had a major thing for my mom, who married my dad. Bu my dad was kind of an idiot sometimes. He was the one that caused Vlad to get ecto acne, and Vlad wanted him dead. He wanted to marry my mom and make me his apprentice, so I ended up down here a lot. It was awful. Now though, I almost miss it. I mean, not the whole fighting part, but the adrenaline and such. But I’m all ectoplasm now. It made my core feel good.”

“Your core?” Steve couldn’t help but ask. The boy looked so nostalgic, like he was stuck in the past where everything was right. Steve could relate to that more than he wished to admit.

“It’s like a heart, but for ghosts. When I was a halfa is sat right next to my heart. It’s als what gives me the ability to make ice. Different cores for different ghosts, depending on the obsession or how they died. Sometimes it’s random. I think that’s how I ended up with ice.”

“So you weren’t obsessed with the cold or anything, or died by ice?”

“No, not at all. I was actually obsessed with space. See, my parent had a portal just like this, except the on button was on the inside. It’s what killed me the first time. A part of me feels like I should have gotten electricity powers. But when I died it gave me a new obsession.”

“What was it?” It was Bucky that spoke up this time, eyeing Phantom warily. A look quickly flashed over his face, something to quick to read. If you blinked you would have missed it, but Bucky was searching for that reaction ever since they came down here. His shoulder was starting to itch.

“Something wrong?” Bucky asked. His voice still held no emotion, but he knew how to get into people’s heads. He guessed ghosts weren’t much different after all.

“No. But it-” Phantom sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, and Bucky couldn't help noticing how the ghost’s hands wrung. “Don’t ever ask a ghost what their obsession is,” he said slowly. Steadily, like he was trying to choose his words carefully. Like if he didn’t control his language he would blow up in their faces. “It’s very offensive. It,” he paused, opening his eyes and turning to him, “it’s like asking you why you’re alive. Why do you keep living? What is our purpose on Earth?”

That made the other heroes think for a moment. They could all see how it was offensive, ad how it could have gone way worse if Phantom didn’t know how to control himself. After all, he had to. He had to keep up his image, even in front of his friends. But within a few moments he was back to normal. Or at least as normal as a ghost could be.

“It was protecting, by the way. I just-I could never stop myself from getting a cat out of a tree or running into a burning building, you know? It-Your core pulls at you. Going against your obsession could be catastrophic to your very being. I didn’t know anything about that at the time, though. I just...Did. Hell, the media even coined this dumb name for me.”

“What was it?” Sam asked, because now he had to know. Phantom chuckled.

“It was,” his chuckles grew, and his shoulders were shaking from contained laughter, “It was Inviso-Bill! God, I used to hate that name so much! It was freaking genius!” He was laughing now, the kind where you can’t stop, and you’re bending over backwards. It echoed around the room, and as they watched this, Phantom looked twenty years younger, almost like a happy-go-lucky teen. They couldn’t help but crack a couple of smiles.

However all of them instinctively got into their battle stances when a figure in while floated through the large octagon doors, rolling his eyes as Phantom laughed. He was so focused on the ghost king he didn’t notice the few others.

“Daniel, don’t you have a kingdom to be running?” The older ghost snarled. His fangs were bright against his pale blue skin and red eyes, almost matching the white suit he had on, with the long cape behind him. This guy seemed more mildly annoyed at Phantom’s presence than anything. Phantom wiped a tear from his eye as his laughter died down, and he faced Vlad, getting serious now.

“What are you doing buying up Stark shit, dude?” He asked, eaning against the table.

“Nothing that involves a child like you, little badger. Besides, I don’t think you’re small mind can handle it.”

“Well, knock it off, Fruitloop. Give it back to Stark,” Phantom snapped at him. He got off the table and stood to his full height, which was few inches over the other man. “In fact, I’m gonna need you to give it back to him.”

Sam felt as though he was going to get whiplash from this guy’s mood swings. One second he was laughing his ass off, the next he was deadly serious with a flaring aura. Vlad, however, just scoffed.

“And why should I? It’s not like it involves you,” Vlad sneered.

“Oh, but it does, Vlad.” His voice boomed throughout the old chamber, and Tony was jut going to assume that that was his cue to make themselves known.

“Listen, Drac,” he said, gaining the attention of Vlad. he bared his fangs at them. “I don;t like it when people take my stuff. So why don’t you just give it back, and we’ll call it a day. and my boy Phantom here won’t blow you to bits.” As he talked he walked over, finally putting his elbow on Phantom’s shoulder. Phantom smirked, his confidence growing as the others slowly came as well, surrounding Vlad from all sides.

“The great ghost king couldn’t come by himself?” Vlad haunted. “He needs these second-rate heroes to come with him? How pitiful, really. When you were a halfa you were much more frightening.”

“They came because they wanted to. You know good and well I would have gotten the Fright Knight to come if I needed backup.”

Something shifted in Vlad’s face. Barely, but Bucky caught it. His lips dropped, and there was a brief flash of fear that was gone as quick as it came. So apparently Fright Knight was a big deal. He glanced at Phantom, who seemed to have notice the change in Vlad’s mood.

“Just one little call would all it take. Now, you don’t want that, do you?” Phantom asked, a sickly sweet. Vlad growled at him, but after a few moments of consideration, gave in.

“Very well. But if I see your face in here again I won’t hole back, King or not. Now get out.”

Phantom smirked as he nodded, giving Vlad a lazy two-fingered salute as the others began to get behind Danny so he could take them back to the Tower. Before he flew up threw the ceiling, he grinned at Vlad.

“Well, Fruitloop,” he said, “as always, it was a pleasure doing business with you.”

And then they were gone.

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It was a matter of minutes before they were walking back into the Tower’s kitchen. The phone inside of Tony’s armor rang, and it was quickly answered. Danny tuned it out though, knowing that it was good news about Stark’s business. Judging from the grin on Tony’s face when his face mask pulled back, he was right to assume everything went well.

“Thanks, kid,” he said. Phantom just nodded at them with a smile, and Tony led him to the tbale where everyone else had sat back down.

“So,” Tony said, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Daniel, huh? Makes you sound like an old man.”

“Whatever, Anthony.”

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You know, I really need to work on my essay, not this, but I just couldn’t help myself. You guys are going to be the death of me (hehehe)

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