#me: writes a fanfic based on nothing but vibes

[alaynestcnes]

how do you think the series is going to end? obviously jonsa ;) but do you think it'll be similar to the show?

I go backwards and forwards tbh. I do feel like where most of the characters ended up in the show is probably a good indicator for their book ending (I think D&D got told the broad strokes of GRRMs ending but they just got too turned around w what they wanted/thought would make good TV).

More under the cut bc I rambled on for longer than I thought I would 😵‍💫

I do think Jonsa will be canon in some capacity and to me there’s only really two realistic routes;

1. Tragic star-crossed lovers who are tortured by their forbidden feelings (a la the original outline). Honestly if it goes this way I can see their romance being a subplot that isn’t entirely focussed on tbh. GRRM is a romantic but it’s usually subtle - look at Ned/Cat, Jaimie/Brienne. Even with Robb/Jeyne, it was bare bones. These are definitely love stories, but the love is so truthfully woven into the workings of the narrative that it’s barely a plot point itself. Jon and Sansa will have the same, where it’s there and unspoken and painful and probably motivates some of their decisions, but it’s not some epic Romeo and Juliet thing that consumes them. If they do have this plot where they have feelings, I doubt they’ll end up together (I don’t think we can have both). It’ll probably end like the show with everything unspoken/unresolved with Jon exiled or dead and Sansa on the throne.

2. Ned/Cat 2.0 political marriage. I generally lean more in this direction. Jon and Sansa are both political characters and their plots/desires are leading them to Winterfell. They are both positioned to be leaders of the North - it makes sense that it would be together. I think there will be Northern conspiracies that will lead to a politically fractured North with the various Starks becoming figureheads for the different remaining houses vying for power (Manderly wanting Rickon on the Northern throne, Petyr/the Vale wanting Sansa, and miscellaneous others wanting the newly resurrected Jon). Rickon will probably die (I hate it but I can’t see another way for him 😭), his followers split between Jon and Sansa’s camps. Targ reveal will happen, which will lessen Jon’s claim. But he’s a god-like figure after his resurrection so he’ll still have followers and he’ll know he needs the power of the entire united North to fight the WW. Makes sense that some advisors would suggest a marriage instead of tearing the North apart, especially with Jon wanting to go off to face the WW threat immediately. Sansa will want peace and she’ll see sense in marrying a man she knows (who I’m sure LF (if he’s alive atp) will imply that Jon will accidentally die in the war anyway and leave it all to Sansa). So they get married to unite the North, despite being essentially strangers atp. As above, I don’t think we’ll get much of an actual love story, but they are suited to each other and I think by the end of the series we’ll come very full circle with Ned/Cat ‘love didn’t just happen, we built it’. And ofc with the final book being A Dream of Spring (i.e rebirth, new life, hope) I’m betting on a Stark baby.

Idk about the other characters ngl I don’t spend half as much time theorising on them 🙃

Jon will likely seek out Dany to face the WWs. I think it’ll be pretty similar to the show where she’ll be split between wanting to help and wanting to take KL. Maybe a bit of the politcal!Jon theory here to convince her (we do need that betrayal for love, which I 100% believe is Jon - maybe with him knowing the war/their plan will likely be her doom but he goes through with it to protect the North). Ultimately, I think she’ll die fighting the WWs in like an epic sacrifice. BUT while she dies, at least one of her dragons will survive. Which means that while Dany saved the world, she also doomed them to another terrible fate - having a grown, enraged, untamed dragon loose upon the world with the only woman able to control them gone. So, even though the WW will be defeated, in the remaining/following book there’s still a Big Bad to cause drama. I like the idea of Dany’s end being conflicting - she dies a true hero but also her great act is her worst act and has long lasting consequences for the survivors.

Cersei will probably try to capture Drogon in her greed for power and in doing so causes KL to burn (Drogon’s fire + all that hidden wildfire). This is actually based on nothing but vibes haha but I like her end being caused by her own hand and greed, reaching for more when she could have lived with the power she already had. I’m choosing to ignore the Valonquar bc idc I’m not GRRM.

Bran King of Westeros bc why not.

Arya’s ending has me lost. I think she def meets Lady Stoneheart and it will make her question her own pursuit for revenge. I don’t think Arya’s story is meant to end with her becoming a heartless professional assassin dedicating her life to killing the enemies of her family; she is so much more than that. Seeing LSH will make her witness the horror of being entirely consumed by hate and bloodshed. She’ll kill LSH out of mercy and it will also symbolise her putting to rest her own anger and desire for revenge. Idk where she’ll finally end up tho so she gets a wildcard and can do whatever she wants.

Andddd all of this is subject to change on any given day. I’m just rocking w whatever feels right atp bc god knows we’re never seeing Winds.

#me: this is my well thought out rational ideas for the ending! #me: writes a fanfic based on nothing but vibes #junk

[vivwritesfics]

Hey can you write a daniel ricciardo x gf reader fanfic based on you're in love by Taylor swift.either that or like sweet nothing by taylor. Js something cute,fluffy and like a quiet domestic love sort of thing

this took me so long and i'm so sorry 😭 I'm not a swiftie and when i listened to these songs/googled the lyrics, I really couldn't find a way to write something fluffy. Soooo, i wrote this instead (still includes taylor swift songs) (also, pls don't judge me for the title of this - i was tryina find a taylor lyric that felt the vibe of this)

The second part

Drive Out Of The City, Away From The Crowds

Road tripping means Danny's singing + taylor concert

Daniel was a singer. He wasn't a talented one, but he didn't care. He sang his heart out and he loved it. His girlfriend loved it too. Actually, there weren't much things better than hearing Danny belt out a tune. He wore a smile on his face as he recited the lyrics with ease.

It didn't matter where they were; if there was music playing, Daniel would sing along. He didn't care who was around; if he knew the lyrics he would sing along.

Y/N's camera roll seemed to be just videos of Daniel singing. Most of them had him moving his head from side to side as he sang at her. Damn, she was so in love with him.

Daniel loved singing at her when they were doing domestic things, cooking or cleaning, or even when they were in the bath together.

You know, the kind of bath were you have candles lit and so many bubbles that you couldn't see the water beneath. Y/N would have her back pressed against Daniel's toned chest, both of them holding a glass of wine. There was a speaker on the toilet and Daniel sang along in one of his softer voices.

Night like that didn't get much better. Daniel tried to make sure they happened as often as possible. Starting with a home cooked, candle lit dinner, finishing with them in the bed, enjoying each other.

Daniel loved the USA. He loved it so much that he had his own place in Texas. It was a good thing that Y/N loved it, too. They'd spend a lot of summer break out there, escaping and enjoying each others company.

One day, Y/N suggested a road trip across America. This was before Daniel was signed to AlphaTauri, so the couple had all of the time in the world (lets pretend he's not at every race). Daniel jumped at the chance. "Fuck yeah baby!" He shouted and leaned forward to kiss her.

So, they planned a road trip. Starting at Danny's place in Texas, they'd do a three day drive and end up in New York. Their were motel stops planned on their trip, and the two had enough music to listen to something different every day.

The drive was only meant to be twenty six hours, but Daniel and Y/N had plans to stop and see the sights. It was cliché and tourist-y of them, but they didn't care. They were so excited.

Daniel was the designated driver. He was never the passenger princess, never the one not driving. He was the one who got to pick the music. When the drive began, he was just singing softly, but as soon as they were on the highway, things picked up.

Soon Daniel was belting out the songs, singing along to Taylor Swift.

Daniel was a massive Swiftie. He knew most of the lyrics to most of the songs, new and old. When her newest album came out, Daniel freaked out and posted about it on his social media for a full week. Their road trip to New York City just so happened to end with them at one of her concerts.

On the first night, they stopped in a sleazy motel. Daniel paid for the room wearing an inconspicuous hat and sunglasses. That night Y/N and Daniel had a few drinks, watched shitty motel TV and enjoyed each other.

The next day when they set out on the road, Y/N had snacks. Snacks that Daniel's trainer definitely wouldn't have approved of. It was all junk, all shit, with Gatorade to top it off.

As Danny drove, Y/N fed him. They had their first tourist stop on the second day of their trip. When they pulled over, they weren't recognised. It was only once they asked a kind lady there with her teenaged son that they were recognised. It was that teenaged son who gasped and asked 'are you Daniel Ricciardo?'

After that, they set off once again. Daniel and Y/N were both singing together as they drove on, Y/N videoing it as they did. They stopped at the next tourist trap, got another picture and set off again.

The day went on and on like this, and they never got bored. That second night they were in another sleazy motel with a couple of drinks, shitty television and each other. That night they tried to recreate their signature bath, but it was rather difficult in that motel bathroom.

When they set off for their third day of driving, they weren't too far away from New York. Daniel was incredibly excited. They'd booked a fancy hotel and that night they had the concert. "Do you think, if I messaged her, she'd help me to propose?"

Y/N scoffed and lightly smacked his shoulder, which had Daniel protesting.

"Hey, I'm being serious! When I want to propose, do you think I could get the ultimate queen to help?"

"Danny, you do realise you're saying you want to marry me, right?"

His hand moved to her knee. "Of course I know that. And I do. I seriously want to marry you."

"I seriously want to marry you too."

That night they had dinner. Nothing too fancy - they could have a fancy dinner when they were in Monaco. And then it was off to the concert. Daniel had his hand wrapped around Y/N for the entire night, as she shouted the songs along with Taylor Swift herself.

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo x female reader #daniel ricciardo smut #daniel ricciardo x reader smut #daniel ricciardo fluff #f1 #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula one #formula one imagine #formula one x reader #formula 1 #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #danny ric #dr3 #dr3 imagine #dr3 x reader

[chinomiko]

hi! i know it must be kinga boring for you recive questions about castiel bc ppl are obsessed ober him for years but like the other person who asked you a few days ago, i follow you (and ply mcl) for like 10 years and ever since day one my fav boy has been tiel. till this day at the age of 22 he's my favorite and my comfort boy so i joke that he's not a fictional character anymore for me and that i know him personally at this point lol

with that being said, i bet you can imagine that over the years i've been elaborating his personality beyond what the game gives us but he's your boy, you created him therefore you know him and your word is canon, so i'd like to ask a few stuff!! nothing too big, dont worry but here we go.

tiel is an amazing songwriter and since he's very emotional not very good at express it (he does it a lot better now that he's an adult 🥹) i bet his lyricism is very deep and poetic so i have this headcanon that he at first wouldn't like taylor swift because obviously lol but then he payed attention to her lyrics and ends up basically being a swiftie since he likes her writing a lot. what you think about that?

and what kind of music crowstorm sings? like there are any bands that you listen and think "hey this would be in a crowstorm album!" (i have a playlist with this name btw lol). im probably wrong on this one but since this is my fav band i like to think that catfish and the bottlemen are the irl crowstorm, musically speaking

and the last one: another thing that gives me so much comfort is the lystiel friendship. not having present parents, being so closed off i know that lysander is such an important presence on tiel's life because he was basically the only close person he had (specially after the debrah fiasco); if lys didnt had taken the farm and went to college and bla bla bla do you think he would still be part of the band with castiel? im not sure if im mixing the canon with a fanfic i read a while ago (lol) but the band was more of a fun thing to lys, right? he liked writing most (i always imagined him getting into a literature degree or something like this). i also like to think that he helps tiel with lyrics at times, even if he's out of the band (in my head the canon is that they are best friends and pretty close till this day, i pretend lys never left our lives just like armin)

anyways sorry for this big ask 😭 i dont even know if you will read it all but if you do, thank you! and dont feel like you have to answer, i know its too much its just that mcl is my hyperfixation till this day like for real, i have a fanfic that i write still and i even plan on making it into a book sometime. except from the main characters (who is my oc) all the characters will be based on the game's ones :)

ilysm take care and stay hydrated!!

Hellow !

Aww thank you so much and for all your love for Castiel ^^

What a long ask, I'll try to answer in order.

Castiel being a swiftie. No sorry, I don't think he would be. If candy likes her, I'm pretty sure he would try to listen. Also he is an open minded person for sure, so I'm sure he would be curious to listen and study what all the hype is about, it could also help as some sort of far away inspiration, but I don't see him being a fan.

What kind of songs Crowstorm sings This is hard to answer because my musical knowledge is pretty limited and I'm sure I would miss on lot of potential groups or singers that would fit well. And it would require too much research time to have a real detailed and clear answer, but I still did check a bit and here is a little list of songs/groups that I think would have a fitting vibe for Crowstorm

City of the dead - Hollywood Undead The worst in me - bad omens Paranoid - I prevail Trauma Just pretend - Bad omens Ice Nine Kills - A grave mistake Catfish and the bottlemen sounds nice but I think its a bit too soft for what I imagine for Crowstorm.

What is his voice like I think something similar to this (not necessarily the song itself, just the voice. )

bonus, I think this song is so so fitting for Castiel's breakup song, I love it. Dial Tone - Catch your breath

Castiel and Lys friendship. It was'nt mentionned much in UL/LL because I didnt wish to bring too much drama by mentioning Lys when he was not there for the players, but of course Lys and Cast always kept in touch. It is very clearly mentionned in Lys' AL that they keep in touch, that Lys helps Castiel write songs and Cast also like to come to his farm to have a break and spend time together. You should play it if you havent, you'll have a good chunk of Cast and Lys friendship :) However yeah I can confirm that Lys would not like to do it serisouly and professionally, but he'll be all the way around to support and help Cast.

#chinomiko #my candy love #otome game #castiel #original character #canon lore #mcl

[1800-fight-me]

The Phantom of the Red Keep

Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader

Phantom of the Opera AU 

Rating: M (Mature)- as a general rule for my blog, minors please do not interact! 

Warnings: Gothic horror romance vibes, violence, very sensual scenes but nothing explicit, jealous and possessive aemond- this is not what we would consider a healthy relationship lol

Word count: About 8.5k

Synopsis: You are haunted by the phantom of the Red Keep and he is determined to make you his. 

Author’s note: This is not an exact retelling of Phantom of the Opera, it is based off of the vibes and loose plot, though I took a ton of liberties and of course the villain gets the happy ending in my version. This has been long awaited and its finally here and I am so excited!! I hope this lives up to the hype! Thank you so much @anepitomeofgrace for the mood board! 

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Aemond Masterlist

You moved into the Red Keep when you were a young girl after your mother died and your father was given a position in the king’s small council. Everyone warned you of the ghosts that reside there. 

But you never were very afraid of ghosts. 

When a phantom voice began to speak to you through the walls at night, you were not afraid but rather enchanted. 

Your ghost had a beautiful voice, soft and low, as he whispered secrets to you from within the castle walls. 

Years passed and you told no one of your encounters with the phantom of the Red Keep, preferring instead to keep his existence to yourself. 

You used what he taught you to your advantage. People often questioned where and how you learned to navigate the political landscape of the capital city so well and how you seemed to know everything that happened within it, but you would not reveal your ghost to others. 

He was your watchful eye, your teacher, your companion in loneliness, your salvation. 

You often wondered if he was truly a ghost or if the rumors of the scarred and reclusive prince were true. 

But you never dared to ask, scared you would offend and lose him. 

You heard his voice even in your slumber, the soft lilt of his accent as he led you into dreams, dark and deep and often of him. 

He called your name, voice low and seductive, and you smiled. 

“Tell me of your day,” he ordered as you unfastened the bodice of your dress in preparation to retire for the night. 

You never worried if your phantom could see you in states of undress for a part of you would always belong to him, and besides, he was a ghost, or so you believed. 

“Lord Stark did in fact attempt to make a move like you warned me he would,” you said softly as you slipped the dress off your body. 

“Hm,” the unpleased hum echoed through the room. 

“I managed to dissuade his efforts,” you said softly. 

“Your father will not tolerate your insolence for much longer,” he mused. 

You sighed as you pulled on your nightgown. 

“I do not wish to marry.” The end of the sentence, ‘anyone but you’ went unspoken. 

For how do you confess to a ghost that you love him? 

The soft chuckle heard made your heart thump in your chest as you slipped beneath the sheets of your bed. 

“You will eventually be forced,” he said. 

“But you can still help me to delay the inevitable, yes?” 

“Of course, my sweet,” he promised. 

You sighed in contentment. 

“Will you tell me another story about dragons to help me sleep?” 

You drifted off to sleep with images of fire breathing dragons in your sleep and the warmth of your phantom’s voice in your ears. 

———————-

“How interesting,” you said and your bored tone betrayed your true feelings as Lord Greyjoy rambled on about the types of wood his ships were built from. 

You wished you could steal one of his ships and sail far away from him. 

You took another sip of your wine and withheld your sigh as the man, oblivious to your impatience, began speaking of sails and the type of material used to create them. 

You wondered how long you would have to suffer through this before you could escape to the library. 

The quiet refuge of books was your favorite place in the Red Keep. The fact that your phantom often visited you there only played a small part in why you loved it so. 

“Lord Lannister!” you said in surprise as he approached you and the dreadfully dull Lord sitting on the bench next to you. 

“Hello, my lady,” he said kindly and nodded to Lord Greyjoy. 

“I was wondering if I could perhaps steal your attentions for a short while,” the handsome man said. 

“Of course!” you said all too excitedly. 

He smirked. 

“I am sorry, Lord Greyjoy,” you said, your tone full of sincerity that you didn’t feel. 

“It is alright, I shall have to finish telling you about the wonders of my ships another time,” he said kindly. 

“Absolutely,” you agreed and took Lord Lannister’s hand. 

He led you down the path through the gardens and once you were certain you were no longer in hearing distance you looked up at him. 

At the twinkle of amusement you saw in his eye, you both began to laugh. 

“That man is such a bore,” he said and you giggled once more in agreement. 

“I hope it is alright that I came to rescue you from his clutches,” he said dramatically and teasingly. 

“It is more than alright,” you said with a smile. 

“My hero,” you teased and he smirked once again. 

You had a surprisingly pleasant conversation with Lord Lannister as he walked you through the gardens and eventually deposited you in the library. 

He was very kind, if a bit arrogant, but you found that you did not mind his company and he respected you as a person which was much more than many of them men vying for your hand could offer. 

Unfortunately your afternoon did not get better as you anticipated, for you never heard the sound of your ghost’s voice as you read quietly in your secluded corner of the library. 

He did not visit you that night either. 

You tossed and turned and struggled to sleep without the comfort of his gentle voice. 

When sleep eventually took you, you dreamt of an angel with a halo of white hair who beckoned you to follow him into darkness. 

———————-

The next day Lord Lannister invited you to dine with him, which you accepted. 

You tried to be realistic. Your yearning for a man you were not sure even existed would not help you in this life. 

Your father would marry you to someone soon and at least the man before you was relatively kind and not positively tedious to spend time with. 

You even managed to hold yourself back from rolling your eyes at the arrogant statements he made from time to time so as to not bruise his ego. 

He was kind enough and you were prepared to settle, so when he moved to kiss you, you allowed him. 

It was a short, proper kiss and did not arouse any sort of feelings within you. 

But you smiled at him and thanked him for walking you to your rooms before you found solace within them. 

You sighed as the door shut behind you and you were once again alone. 

Your favorite voice whispered your name and the hairs on the back of your neck prickled. 

You were not alone. 

“You are back,” you said breathlessly. 

“I did not leave,” he said, his voice hard. 

“I… you did not speak to me last night,” you said. 

“You betrayed me,” he said and anger colored his tone. 

“No, I-“ you protested but were cut off by him. 

“No? What do you call it when you smile and bat your pretty eyelashes at a man? What do you call it when you allow another man to kiss you?” 

His voice was low and dangerous, full of anger. It should have frightened you but instead you felt indignant. 

“It is not as if you kiss me! I do not even know if you are real or a figment of my imagination!” 

“Do I not feel real enough to you when you touch yourself to the sound of my voice?” he growled out. 

You gasped in shock. 

“Do not bother pretending, my sweet. You are not as subtle as you think you are,” he said. 

Tears of embarrassment pricked your eyes. 

“I am real, pretty girl. Do you not remember how all the suitors you despised seemed to suddenly disappear?” 

“That was you?” you asked in surprise. 

You sat heavily down at the end of your bed. 

“Of course, I protect what is mine. You are mine, are you not?” 

“Yes,” you breathed out, spellbound. 

“Good girl. You shall have your proof of my existence soon enough, but you must be patient. Can you do that for me?” 

“Yes, yes, absolutely,” you said hurriedly, excitedly. 

You could hear the smile in his voice as he said, “Wonderful.” 

You breathed a sigh of relief that you were no longer the object of his temper, and instead back in his good graces. 

As you fell asleep that night you pondered on what he revealed to you in that conversation. You were giddy with excitement at the prospect of getting proof of your silent protector. 

———————-

“I wish to tell you something,” you said to Lord Lannister as he sat with you in the castle gardens. 

“Do tell,” he said and his eyes danced with amusement. 

“When my mother passed away she promised she would send me an angel to care for me and watch over me.” 

“What a beautiful promise,” he said, clearly placating you. 

You sighed. 

“Yes, and her words came true. There is an angel that protects me,” you said. 

He raised his eyebrows in disbelief. 

“That must be a comforting thought,” he said and patted your hand as if you were a child. 

“No, not just a comforting thought, there is a presence that protects me from those that wish me harm,” you said urgently. 

“Is that why so many of your suitors have disappeared? I have heard rumors of you being cursed, but I have never been afraid of silly superstitions. I also heard ridiculous gossip of ghosts and recluse princes when I came here, there is no need to put stock in such things.” 

You furrowed your brow. 

“No, there is-“

“Lord Stark!” the Lannister man exclaimed as he saw his friend across the gardens. 

You sighed in frustration as you watched him stand and bound towards Lord Stark and embrace him. 

The two began speaking and you were quickly forgotten. 

The topic was never raised with him again. 

———————-

Your nerves were high as your lady’s maid dressed you for the masquerade ball. 

Feasts, parties, and balls were all commonplace during this time of year in which lords and ladies often courted and marriage alliances were made. 

Though, a masquerade ball was a first. You were excited. You found the whole idea rather romantic. 

“Are you certain about this dress?” you asked Reyna. 

“Of course, my lady! You look absolutely beautiful. The men will fall at your feet,” she said with a sweet smile. 

You really only cared about impressing your phantom and you hoped against hope that tonight would be the night you finally got the proof he spoke of. 

You smoothed the front of your emerald green dress as she brought you the delicate black lace mask. 

You pulled it on carefully and Reyna made a few small adjustments before she declared you perfect. 

You thanked her and with a grin you made your way towards the great hall. 

The moment you entered, you were enchanted. Musicians played ethereally beautiful songs and as you strode through the hall you were fascinated by people’s outfits and masks that bordered on costumes. 

Elaborate decorations made the room appear to sparkle and shimmer. 

A servant handed you a glass of wine and you sipped on it as you made your way through the bustling crowd. 

Soon, however, the dancing began and you smiled happily as you watched the men and women twirl. 

A man approached you and asked you to dance, you grinned as you accepted, and quickly determined him to be Lord Greyjoy. 

Though he was not your favorite lord, the music was quick paced, as were your steps and you were happy to join the merriment, no matter the company. It was not as if he could speak much to you anyhow as the dance was quick paced and required a switching of partners frequently. 

Man after man danced with you and your smile was as wide as the stretch of the sea. 

You felt a prickle on the back of your neck, like a heavy gaze was upon you, but as you looked around you could see nothing but strangers in masks. 

At the end of the last fast song you were spun by Lord Lannister and another man caught you. 

The crowd clapped as the song ended and as you caught your breath you looked up at the man who held you. 

You did not recognize the face of the handsome stranger who smirked down at you, so why was there something about him that felt so achingly familiar? 

He wore all black, with the intricate embellishments on the cloth a dark green, the exact shade as your dress. 

His hair, a shocking silvery white color, was straight and pulled half back as it cascaded down his back and across his chest. It was much longer than most men keep their hair, and it was beautiful. 

The left half of his face was completely covered with an intimidating black mask that appeared to have a sapphire within it rather than a hole for the eye to see through. 

The right side of his face was bare and you marveled at the handsomeness of the sharp planes of his nose, cheekbones, jaw, and chin. 

His visible eye was a startling yet otherworldly gorgeous violet color. 

His smirking lips were plush and naturally curved upwards. 

You had never seen such unique beauty in a man. 

You were certain your expression was wonderstruck as you stared up at him. 

The next song began, a much slower melody, and he held you close to his warm body as he swayed you both to the beat of it. 

“I do not believe we have met,” you said primly as you attempted to muster up your wits. 

He smiled at you before he spun you. 

He caught you and pressed your back to his front. As he leaned down, his hair fell across your shoulder and his lips grazed your ear. 

You shivered in response as your eyes fluttered closed. 

His large hands spanned much of your waist and you covered his hands with your own, wishing to keep him close. 

“Are you certain of that?” he whispered in your ear. 

Your spine went rod straight, the hairs on the back of your neck stood, and you sucked in a gasping breath as you recognized the voice of the man that held you. 

He chuckled darkly, that laugh that you often heard in your dreams.

“I am not certain of much of anything anymore,” you breathed out. 

“Not even of my promises?” he teased as one hand moved further down your waist and the other up high enough that his thumb grazed the bottom of your breasts. 

Your breath hitched even as your eyes drifted closed once more and your head fell back against his shoulder. 

“You are the only thing I believe in anymore,” you murmured. 

“Hm,” he hummed in satisfaction at your words. 

One hand gripped your waist and the other slipped up your arm, across your collar bones to rest gently around your throat, as if his hand were another necklace to adorn you. 

“You are most beautiful this night, my sweet,” he purred. 

You breathed in his warm masculine scent and wished to stay in his arms forever. 

He spun you back around to face him and he caught you with hands around the small of your waist and your hands found their place on his chest. 

“You…you are much more handsome than all my wildest dreams. Why would you hide this face from me?” 

You could not look away from his gaze, it was as if he had a power to trap you with him, though you would never desire to escape him. 

You placed your hand on his cheek and did not miss the way it made him suck in a breath, as if he were just as affected by you as you were by him. 

You did not know how many songs had passed since you were in his arms, but you never wanted the music to end for fear of no longer being pressed against him. 

The entire room melted away and there was only you and your phantom made flesh as he danced with you to music of your own making. 

“There are things you do not know of, that I have made efforts to protect you from,” he answered you finally. 

You furrowed your brow in confusion and as you looked away, you realized it was the first time you had looked away from his face since he took you into his arms. 

You hadn’t realized that multiple songs had come and go and still he held you. You hadn’t realized that most of the eyes in the room were on you, curiously watching you and the mysterious man. 

“I have proof now of your existence. Tell me everything, or do you not wish to make me yours?” you asked as you looked back at him. 

He pursed his lips as he stared deep into your soul. 

“Of course I wish to make you mine,” he breathed out. 

He sounded just as entranced by you as you were with him. 

You reached up and softly grazed your fingers against his sharp cheekbone. 

“Then show me all of you, my phantom,” you whispered as your fingers curled around the edge of his mask. 

So enraptured by your touch and your presence it took him a moment longer than it should have to react and you had nearly removed the mask from his face and saw a flash of a jagged scar before he yanked himself back from you. 

He pulled the mask from your hand and covered the side of his face once again as he stepped back, his chest heaving with desperate breaths. 

You stumbled backwards from the momentum of his sudden movements, and strong hands from behind caught you and with a glance back you realized it was Lord Lannister. 

Your breathing was also heavy as you turned back and gazed upon the object of your affections in shock. 

Regret flashed in his eye, but he turned and quicker than you could think of anything to say, he disappeared into the large crowd and was soon gone. 

He was gone as quickly as he appeared and your eyes stung at the near rejection. 

“Are you alright?” Lord Lannister asked you and you realized his hands were still around your shoulders where he had caught you. 

“Yes, quite,” you said and the shakiness in your voice did nothing to assure either of you of the statement’s truthfulness. 

As your attention once again found the room around you, you then heard the hisses of angry whispers of the people around you. 

“Monster.” 

“Did you see that horrid scar?” 

“Why would she let him touch her?” 

“Disgusting.” 

“His eye….” 

“Recluse prince.” 

“Aemond Targaryen,” one man said and you whipped your head around to him. 

“What did you say?” you demanded. 

“My lady, that must have been Aemond Targaryen, the recluse prince. Only the gods know what would have caused him to slither out from his hiding place,” the old man said worriedly. 

You huffed and turned to leave. 

“Perhaps I should accompany you to your room to ensure you arrive there safely,” Lord Lannister offered. 

You nodded absentmindedly and took his proffered arm. 

As you exited the hall you let out a sigh of relief to be away from such a crowd of hateful and discontented Lords and Ladies. 

“I fear you put yourself in danger by dancing with such a man, my lady,” Lord Lannister finally said after he gave you several moments of quiet to collect yourself. 

“He meant me no harm,” you said softly. 

“You know nothing of his intentions,” the man said. 

Finally you reached your door. 

“Thank you, Lord Lannister, I appreciate your help and concern,” you said in an attempt to dismiss him. 

He nodded, and he clearly understood your message. 

“Goodnight, my lady,” he said. 

“Goodnight, my lord,” you replied and turned and walked into your room. 

You shut the door securely behind you before you slid to the floor and released the tears you had been holding back.  

You could no longer withhold the torrent of mixed emotions you felt that so overwhelmed you. 

You heard nothing from your ghost that night and as you fell into a fitful sleep, nightmares plagued you. 

You dreamt of a demon that chased you and all you could see of it were two sapphire colored eyes that glowed in the depth of darkness you were lost in. 

———————-

Your phantom did not find you for the next two days and despite being surrounded by people often, most frequently suitors who wished to woo you, you found yourself incredibly lonely. 

Each night when you entered your room you called out for him but only silence greeted you. 

By the third day you resolved yourself to try and move on. It was easier said than done. 

Now that you had actually met the man that belonged to the voice you idolized, it was much harder to prevent yourself from loving him.

It was as if he was in your head, had burrowed himself in your heart, captured your soul and held it in the palm of his hands. 

How were you supposed to just let go? 

You pondered on all these things as you attempted to relax in the bath in your chambers. 

Your father was pressuring you to make a decision soon. You were lucky that he even allowed you a say in who you would marry, though you knew he was partial to Lord Lannister. Thankfully, he agreed with your assessment that Lord Greyjoy was an absolute bore. 

He was not present at the masquerade when you danced with your phantom, but he had surely heard the gossip by now. 

It would not bode well for you. 

You wished to hear your ghost’s voice so desperately you feared you were hallucinating the sound. 

But there it was again, your name, said with such gentleness and care. 

“Are you really there?” you asked hopefully. 

“Yes, my sweet,” he said after a moment too long of silence. 

You sighed in relief. 

“I have missed you,” you said. 

“Truthfully?” he asked and there was vulnerability in his voice. 

“Of course,” you said passionately. 

He did not reply and you grew concerned he did not believe you. 

You were suddenly grateful for the suds and bubbles in the bathtub for fear he could see you. It was something you had never been self conscious about before, but now that you had seen the handsome man himself and knew he was real, you were more worried about what he had seen. 

Even still, you said, “Please do not hide from me any longer, I wish to see you when you speak to me.” 

“Why would you wish to see a monster?” he asked harshly. 

Your eyes prickled with tears at his pain. 

“I do not believe people’s words that you are a monster. You, who has protected me at every turn, are a good man,” you said gently. 

The oversized portrait beside your bed creaked and opened as if it were a door. 

You gasped as your phantom stood in the darkened entryway. 

A mask still adorned half his face, though this time it was white and interestingly there was still a sapphire embedded in it where his eye should be. 

You sunk lower into the bath and gripped its edges as you stared back at him. 

“You cannot believe that about a creature of such darkness,” he said. 

“I do. I rather like the dark,” you said and a small smirk showed on his beautiful lips. 

“Come closer,” you said as you reached your hand out to him. 

He walked slowly over to you and knelt next to the bathtub. 

You placed your hand gently on the side of his face and his eye fluttered closed while he took a shaky breath. 

“Your name,” you said, your voice soft and tentative. “Is it Aemond as some have speculated?” 

He made a pleased sound low in his throat as he nuzzled his face into your hand. 

He ran his nose across your palm and the veins at your wrist. 

Your heartbeat spiked. 

“You have no idea how long I have yearned to hear my name fall from your perfect lips, my sweet,” he murmured. 

Your breathing was heavy as you looked at your phantom, your angel, your Aemond. 

“Aemond, I apologize for attempting to unmask you in front of a room full of people. Truthfully, I forgot we were not the only two people in the world,” you said gently as your fingers traced his cheek and lips and soaked in the warmth of his skin. 

“Hm,” he hummed in pleasure. 

“Will you bare yourself to me now?” you asked. 

You wanted to add that it was only fair as you were currently mostly bare in front of him. 

Though the bath was a milky color from the soaps and scents, and suds still covered the surface, you were certain his all knowing eye could see much of your glistening wet skin. 

His eye blinked open and he looked at you, his gaze raw and full of emotion. 

The sound of knuckles rapping at your door broke your focus from him. 

“My lady?” your lady’s maid called out. 

You looked across the room to your door. 

He quickly stood and disappeared behind the portrait door once again without another word, as if he truly were a ghost. 

You sighed in frustration before you called out, “Yes? Come in.” 

“My lady, I forgot to bring you your fresh bed sheets, I am so sorry! I will only be a moment,” she said as she rushed to your bed. 

“It is quite alright, Reyna,” you reassured as her anxieties often became too high. 

She smiled at you and quickly started her task. 

You sunk lower into the now cold bath and cursed your rotten luck. 

———————-

Your father ran out of patience and betrothed you to Lord Lannister. 

You sat at the celebratory feast and tried not to look too sullen. 

When the queen congratulated you, you flinched slightly, now that you knew it was her son you were so desperately in love with you felt even more guilty. 

You worried the news would break him. 

Even still, you did your best to be graceful and poised as many people offered you their excitement on your happy news. 

You didn’t mind Lord Lannister, truthfully, but he did not bewitch your very soul as Aemond Targaryen did. 

There was a commotion that caught your attention, a fire had started in the opposite end of the grand hall. 

You gasped and watched as the men rushed to put it out. 

A hand grasped your wrist and began to tug you backwards. 

Your eyes widened in surprise as your phantom pulled you into the nearby darkened hallway. 

A mask still covered half his face and his expression was hard. 

He pressed your back against the cold stone wall with the weight of his body against yours. 

Your breath sped and your heartbeat spiked. 

Not from fear, no, from the feel of the long planes of his warm body against yours. 

He placed a hand against the wall on either side of your head and caged you in. 

“Do you wish to marry him?” he asked. 

“No,” you breathed out, your focus again on his lips as he spoke. 

He leaned down so his lips grazed your ear and asked, “What do you desire?” 

You shivered. 

“You,” you practically moaned as your eyes closed. 

He hauled his body off yours and you whimpered softly at the loss of his warmth. 

He smirked. 

“Then wait for me, I shall come for you, my sweet. I promise,” he said and you quickly nodded in agreement. 

He turned his head to look back down the hallway at the great hall. 

His hair swished as he moved and you longed to run your fingers through the white silken strands. 

“They have most likely put out the fire by now. Go before you are missed,” he said. 

“Alright,” you said, and before you tore yourself away from him you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. 

He hummed in pleasure and you attempted to memorize the sound, beautiful as it was, just like everything about him. 

When you reentered the great hall, the chaos was settling and no one had noticed your brief absence, not even your betrothed. 

———————-

Most afternoons you could be found in your favorite secluded corner of the library. 

Unfortunately, your betrothed knew that and often interrupted your reading. 

Today however, you were blissfully alone as you reread your favorite book. 

Sunlight filtered through the nearby window and bathed you and your novel in a warm glow. 

A cup of tea and a little snack were long forgotten as the plot enraptured you and you curled up into a plush armchair. 

A whisper of your name slid through the contented air and alerted you to the presence of another. 

“Aemond?” you whispered back. 

“Come with me,” he crooned. 

You turned and saw him. He had revealed another secret hallway, this time hidden by a bookshelf. 

His beauty was otherworldly and you felt as if you were in a trance as you set your book down, stood, and walked towards him. 

You took his hand and allowed him to lead you into the dark and watched as he shut the bookshelf door behind you.  

He lifted a torch off the stone wall and held it before the both of you, though you suspected it was only for your benefit. 

“Where are we going?” you asked. 

The thought occurred to you that you should have asked before you followed him, but logic was never your strong suit when it came to decisions about your phantom. 

You could never resist his pull. 

“To show you more of myself,” he said. 

Your heart skipped a beat. 

You walked through winding corridors until he stopped at another portrait-door. Though, this time your view of it was from the inside. 

He opened it, stepped down himself, and then with hands on your waist, helped you navigate the large step down. 

Though, he stood so close that your body practically slid down the length of his as you did so. 

With your hands on his strong shoulders you stared at him. 

His gaze flickered down to your lips and for a moment, an excruciating wonderful moment, you thought he might kiss you. 

But he released you and took a step back, his breaths as rapid as your own. 

With him not right in front of you, you could see the room you stood in. 

It was dark, the dark curtains drawn completely so as to not allow any light within. 

Candelabras adorned the furniture to offer the light your eyes so desperately needed. 

It was also clearly the room of a prince, grand and ornately decorated. 

Black and emerald green silk covered the large canopy bed. 

The other decorations matched his chosen colors. 

You slipped from his hands and walked around the room, your fingers traced the surfaces as you took it all in. 

It was all so Aemond. But there were pieces of you as well. 

A vase full of your favorite flowers. Stacks of your favorite novels were on both his bedside table and his desk. They were mixed with books you did not recognize, ones that must be his favorites. 

Crumpled papers took up space on the desk, with your name scrawled at the top of the one on a stack of blank papers, as if he had been trying to write you a letter.

There was an easel with paint supplies in front of the window, finished paintings leaned against the wall, turned around so you could not see them. 

The painting drying on the easel, however, was of you. You gasped softly. 

It was a romantic view of you in the bath as you had been the other night, and there was such love and tenderness in your face as you looked at the viewer of the portrait, the painter of the portrait, truthfully. 

There was a halo of light around your body, every stretch of your skin that was visible had a brightness about it, the more intimate parts of your body covered by the water in the bath.

Tears pricked at your eyes as you realized this is how he viewed you. An angel, just the same as you perceived him. 

He was your angel of darkness and you were his angel of light. 

“Oh Aemond,” you breathed out. 

If you were a betting woman, you would bet that many of the completed paintings you could not see were of you as well. 

You knew the reality of what you saw, this was not just love, it was obsession. 

Logically, you should be scared, but you could not bring yourself to be anything but flattered. 

There was a mirror in the corner, but it was covered by black cloth as if he did not wish to see himself, your heart cracked at the thought.

He had been watching you warily as you explored his space and learned more about him. 

“I want you to know the reality of what you would be getting into if you choose me, my sweet. A life of darkness with someone most consider a monster,” he said as he leaned against the wall and looked down at the floor. 

You strode towards him and placed a hand on his cheek and led him to look at you. 

“That is your version of reality? In my reality I see a kindhearted man who cares for me deeply and is offering me a life of affection. I do not care for others' opinions and would like to help you heal from the hurt they have inflicted,” you said quietly and tenderly. 

He breathed out in surprise and brought you closer, so you were pressed against him. 

“You say such kind words but you have not seen all of me, you do not know why others fear me. There is more darkness to me than you know,” he said lowly, but still he moved his face closer and nudged his nose against yours. 

“Then show me,” you begged once again, “and let me accept you completely.” 

His lips were so close to yours that you could almost feel them. 

You ached for him, had ached for him for so long, that you lost yourself, your self control, and leaned up to brush your lips against his. 

But, he pulled back right before your lips were able to meet. 

You let out a shuddering breath, same as he did as he pulled his face back enough to look at you. 

He intertwined his fingers with yours and lifted your hand to the mask he wore. 

With a slight nod he gave you permission to remove it from his face but still said, “Are you certain? This would bring you past the point of no return.” 

“I have never been more certain of anything in my life,” you said fervently as you stared at him with your heart in your throat. 

He swallowed and dropped his hand from yours to let you finally take off the mask. 

You gently curled your fingers around the edges and his eye fluttered closed, another indication of his nervousness, as if he could not handle seeing your expression once you saw him. 

You slowly pulled it off and revealed the other half of his face. 

A long jagged scar stretched from above his eye down across his cheek. 

Instead of a left eye, there was a sapphire in place of where his eye should be. 

You realized you were mistaken before when you thought that the mask held the sapphire, it was in fact a replacement to the eye that was missing. 

Though the scar marred his skin, it did not take away from his handsomeness. You could understand how the scar and sapphire eye could intimidate others, but you could not understand how anyone could describe him as a monster. 

“Beautiful,” you murmured as you cupped his cheek and ran your thumb across the scar. 

His eye fluttered open and as he looked at you, his perfect lips parted in shock. You knew he felt that the disfigurement was a reflection of his soul and expected rejection. Though he had subjected himself to the potential rejection anyway, because of his feelings for you. 

“You cannot mean that,” he said and the words broke your heart. 

You kissed his cheek, his scar, right below the sapphire eye and he gasped softly. 

“My phantom, my protector, my Aemond,” you said as you trailed your lips across his cheek, across the length of the scar. 

“I absolutely mean it,” you said passionately and he groaned as he, at long last, pressed his lips to yours. 

His plush lips were soft as he pressed them firmly against yours. 

He made a low pleased hum as your lips moved against his and you tangled your fingers in his hair. 

It was not the sort of kiss that sparked a fiery passion, no, it was slower moving than that, deeper. The kind of kiss that changed the both of you intricately, completely, eternally. 

The kiss molted the love within you and him like lava and fuzed your souls together. 

When you pulled back and ended the kiss he said, “I love you, completely, my angel of light.” 

“And I love you, darkness and all,” you replied and kissed him once more. 

———————-

The day of your wedding to Lord Lannister had arrived and you were a bundle of nerves. 

Aemond had sworn to you that you would not have to go through with this wedding. He assured you that he would make you his and his alone. 

You believed him, you just did not realize that he would wait until the last minute to do so. 

Your lady’s maid Reyna cinched up your wedding gown as you stared at yourself in the mirror. 

Your expression was sullen and you felt as if you were being readied for your funeral. 

Aemond would intervene as he promised, right? 

You had tried to talk to your father, to make him understand where your feelings lay, what your heart desired, but he refused to listen. 

“You look beautiful, my lady,” Reyna said as she finished prepping you and stepped back to view her work. 

“Thank you,” you said quietly. 

“What is wrong?” she asked as she took your hands. 

You shook your head and refused to let your eyes fill with tears. 

You must believe in your phantom’s promise, he had protected you at every turn and you had to believe him that he would do so now. 

“Lord Lannister seems kind,” Reyna said gently. 

You nodded. 

“Yes. Yes he does,” you agreed as you took a deep breath to calm your nerves. 

Your father arrived and escorted you to the sept. 

The sept was grand as always, and as it was sunset, lit completely with hundreds of candles. 

A large crowd of lords and ladies filled the room and watched you as you walked towards a future of shackles. 

Your heart plummeted as you saw Lord Lannister there waiting for you. 

He smiled at you as your father walked you towards him, escorted you towards a loveless life. You could not force yourself to smile back. Your breath was short and it felt as if there was a weight on your chest. Your legs shook as you walked and finally you stood before Lord Lannister and the septon. 

The Septon cleared his throat and the crowd’s murmurs and whispers hushed and it was suddenly all too quiet. 

You could hear the pounding of your own heart. 

The septon opened his mouth to speak, to begin the ceremony, when another booming voice filled the sept. 

“I object to this marriage. This woman is spoken for. She belongs to me,” the voice of your ghost echoed through the room, through your very soul. 

You gasped in relief. 

The sept doors blew open by an unexpected and terrifying gust of wind that blew out all the candles and thrust the grand room into darkness. 

There were gasps of horror and shock as well as screams in fear. 

You grinned. 

“This wedding is over,” the voice announced and you whipped your head around as you realized where the origin of the sound was. 

The phantom of the Red Keep stood behind the Septon. 

A fire suddenly lit behind him, illuminating him, and another round of gasps and screams began. 

Aemond stood, presence intense and intimidating, dressed all in black. He wore nothing to cover his scar and sapphire eye. 

Your body moved of its own accord and you managed to take one step towards him, when an arm gripped you around your waist and hauled you backwards. 

Lord Lannister shoved you behind him and pulled out his sword. 

He pointed it at Aemond. You lurched forward, but he held you back with his arm. 

Aemond quickly pulled out his own sword. 

The septon scrambled away. 

Guards began to stream into the sept, but the fire spread, as if controlled, and circled around the three of you, and kept everyone away. 

“You have no claim on this woman! She is my betrothed!” Lord Lannister yelled. 

Aemond smirked, a devilish sort of smile. 

“That is certainly not true, is it, my sweet? I have a strong claim on you, do I not?” Aemond asked you as he leaned to the side to meet your eyes around his enemy’s body. 

“Yes,” you breathed out, entranced by his presence. 

Lord Lannister whipped his head around to look at you in shock. 

“He is a monster. Let me save you from him. I am your chosen hero, remember?” he said fervently. 

You shook your head. 

“He is my protector, I tried to tell you this before. My heart belongs to him,” you replied. 

“No,” he said angrily and shook his head. 

“No,” he repeated himself, “you will not whore yourself out to this vile demon. You are my betrothed.” 

He attacked your love. You gasped as they crossed swords and the sound of clanging steel echoed. 

You stepped back, as close as you could get to the edge of the circle of fire without burning yourself, and did not know what to do. 

Others watched the fight through the fire, helpless to assist, and did nothing but spectate. 

The men fought and it was clear that despite Aemond’s missing eye, he was the superior skilled swordfighter. 

You felt powerless to help. The fight did not last long, for Aemond soon sliced a shallow cut across Lord Lannister’s chest and then disarmed him. 

He held the tip of his sword to his opponent’s throat as he breathed heavily and gritted his teeth. Hate gleamed in his one good eye and you knew your betrothed represented all the hate and suffering Aemond had endured since his eye was so savagely taken. 

“Stop,” you gasped. 

He turned his head to meet your gaze and the look in his eye softened. 

“You do not have to kill him,” you said, “just take me. Let us be together. Let us leave this place behind.” 

He pursed his lips, a war fought inside his mind, before he nodded and removed his sword from Lord Lannister’s throat even as he kicked the other sword away so it would be completely out of reach. 

You ran to him and threw yourself in his arms. 

He kept his sword pointed at your former betrothed, but hugged you back with his other arm. 

Lord Lannister held up his hands and nodded, conceding and admitting his defeat. 

Aemond turned his head and pressed a kiss to your temple. 

“I want it to be known here and now that this woman did choose me willingly. Though I know you will indeed ignore my words, there need be no monster hunt, she and I wish to leave peacefully,” Aemond announced. 

The crowd stared in shock as you pulled his face down for a passionate kiss. 

Your love raged like the fire that surrounded you. 

He was yours and you were his. 

“Take me,” you begged him as your lips broke apart. 

The last thing you saw was the uptilt of his lips into a smirk before the room was plunged into darkness and then there was only the sensation of falling. 

You splashed into deep water and strong hands pulled you up. 

“We must hurry,” your lover said as he helped you swim. 

You looked up and as the ceiling closed above you, you could see that the entire sept seemed to have lit up in flames once more. 

He led you to the edge of the canal and hauled you up out of the water. 

He lit a torch he found on the wall and you could finally see. 

“It will take them some time to put out the fire, but they will follow us as soon as they can,” Aemond said to you in a hushed and hurried tone as he helped you step into a small boat that floated upon the water. He handed you the torch and you held it as you took your seat and settled. 

He soon followed and took the oars and rowed as quickly and powerfully as he could, his strength evident in the action. 

He navigated the canals effectively and knew which turns to take in the winding and confusing darkness. 

You stared at him as he did so and admired your phantom in the flickering light. 

His hair was wet, his lips set in a hard and determined line, and the sapphire glimmered and gleamed. 

You loved him, you wanted him, you were joyously happy he had saved you from a life you despised. 

You smiled. 

His gaze flickered to yours and he raised an eyebrow at you. 

“What is it?” he asked. 

“I love you,” you said quietly but strongly. 

He smiled. A real, full smile, not a smirk or a half smile, a real full smile in which his lips stretched and you could see his teeth. 

“And I love you, my sweet,” he eventually replied, the moment heavy with emotion. 

“Thank you, for protecting me, my guardian angel,” you whispered. 

He shook his head.

“Thank me when we are actually safe in our destination,” he said. 

“Where is our destination?” you asked. You did not truly care about the answer, anywhere safe with him was perfect to you. 

“There is an estate in the countryside owned by the Hightowers, my mother’s family, that has been gifted to us by my mother. Some sort of recompense for all I have endured from my father’s family, I suppose. We shall have to pretend to be Hightowers and it will be a simpler life than you are used to in King’s Landing, but it will be safe and I will protect you. I hope you find that suitable,” he said softly. 

“Of course,” you said, “a life with you is all I desire.”

He smiled once more and it was your favorite sight in all the world. 

“Good, I have arranged for a septon to be waiting there to wed us. If all goes well it will only be a few days' journey and then you will well and truly be my wife.”

You grinned and placed your hand on his knee as he continued to row. It took all your self control not to throw yourself into his arms and kiss him until neither of you could breathe anymore. 

“I could not imagine anything more perfect, my love,” you replied.

The canals eventually deposited the two of you into the entrance of a river on the outskirts of the city. 

Aemond climbed out of the boat and quickly helped you do the same. 

Thankful for the cover of darkness, he snuck you to a stable where two horses awaited you both. 

He pulled clothes out of the packed saddle bags and handed you a bundle. 

“Can you help me?” you asked as you turned your back to him. 

You heard a shuddering breath. 

“Of course,” he said and began to unlace your wedding dress. He slowly pulled at the laces, and his fingers brushed your skin as he did so. You shivered, and you were not certain if it was from the cold air or desire for the ghost that stood behind you. 

You slipped out of it and turned back to face him. 

His gaze was dark and intense once again. 

Your heartbeat stuttered. 

Then you heard distant shouting, you were still being pursued. 

“We must hurry,” he urged. 

You swallowed your disappointment and nodded even as you began to remove the rest of your clothes. 

He walked to the other side of the horses, to hide you from his view, and allowed you to finish changing. 

You pulled on the new clothes, and realized he had picked out peasant clothes a man would wear, most likely to make you both as inconspicuous as possible. 

You pulled on the fresh underclothes, the trousers and boots, and then the loose white shirt. 

He rounded the horses, already fully changed with an eyepatch over his sapphire eye. 

Your breath caught as he knelt before you and began to tie the laces of your boots. 

You bit your lip as you watched him. 

His nimble fingers moved quickly as he laced both shoes then stood to his full height before you. 

He then laced up the front of your shirt, to hide your breasts, and his hands grazed them as he did so. 

Your breathing was heavy as you watched him. 

He nodded in satisfaction with his work then pulled two cloaks out of the saddle bags as well. 

He pulled his cloak on and then helped you with yours. 

Your hands caught his and you could not help yourself. 

“Kiss me,” you breathed out. 

He huffed in amusement before he pulled you in for a brief but firm kiss. 

“Aemond, please,” you begged as he pulled back. 

He gripped your waist and rested his forehead against yours. 

“I will make you mine and give you everything you desire, my love,” he promised, “but you must exercise patience. We need to hurry, our lives are still at stake.” 

You sighed and nodded. 

He pulled your hood over your head and then tied his hair back and did the same. 

With strong hands on your waist he helped you climb atop your horse and then mounted his own. 

With the click of his tongue, he urged his horse forward and you followed his lead. 

Soon, both your horses were galloping and you left the horror of King’s Landing far behind. 

You journeyed into the darkness, but felt assured that there was light at the end of your travels for your phantom was there with you, and you would be together, forever, as you both desired, as was right. 

You loved the man, the ghost, the so-called monster beside you. You loved your protector, the man who had maimed and killed for you, who guided you through the deepest darkness. 

He was your angel, your salvation, the rest of your life. 

He was yours and you were his, forever. 

All was finally right in the world.

#aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond targaryen x fem!reader

[victoriadallonfan]

Parahumans Fandom based on the best and worst comments/messages I've received or seen:

Fanfiction.net - (Best) - Someone told me they had no idea that Worm had a sequel and they quickly binged the entire thing after reading my fanfic. Told me they loved how optimistic the story was and thought my fic did a good job of emulating that.

(Worst) - Being sent a message about how they wanted to rape the main character (Victoria) and tried to bully me write a different story for them.

Reddit - (Best) - Numerous posts about how the setting and story of Parahumans has given people positive vibes, made them felt seen, helped them process traumatic events in their lives, or exposed them to different cultures/ideas. Even while acknowledging the very real faults of the stories, and how things could or should be improved, there are a lot of great analysis's out there on the subreddit.

(Worst) - Pick your poison: "Nazi's aren't evil", "Mind rape isn't real rape", "Even if it was rape, it was deserved", "Why doesn't Taylor join the Empire?", "Sophia deserved what happened to her", "You don't agree with Taylor's decisions? You're just like Uvalde Police!" Death threats in general.

Tumblr - (Best) Actually too many to mention. I am disappointed that I am a relatively recent member, because there are a lot of people who post funny, insightful, and even valuable point of views. Even when I disagree with them on 99% of things, mostly Ward related obviously, there's always at least a handful of posts from even those users that I can look at and go, "Wow, that take really made me re-evaluate things".

(Worst) Awful lot of people telling me to kill myself and worse from Anons, more than any other site. Like, damn tumblr, way to take the prize from Reddit. Still, same sort of behavior as on Reddit, just styled differently by users to pretend it's better.

Spacebattles - (Best) Had someone tell me that they love how my Victoria fanfic was great and inspired them to read Ward, where they felt really seen as a survivor of sexual abuse, and that they are processing what they've going through in a new lens. Helps that I'm like, one of 4 active Ward fic writers, so the fandom is far smaller haha

(Worst) Had a white supremacist recruiter try to convince me and others that their Empire 88 Self-Insert was just a joke, while also trying to recruit people. Got them banned lmao

Sufficient Velocity - Don't use that site for anything other than Pale updates

AO3 - Nothing but positivity from them, if they decide to leave a comment at all

#parahumans #wildbow #ward #worm #ward web serial #worm web serial #wardblr #wormblr #space battles #reddit #tumblr #sufficient velocity #fanfiction dot net

[howlsmovinglibrary]

Top 5 Books of 2023!

I don't know if this blog even counts as a book blog anymore, but this year I read 60 books, which is twice as many as last year (and therefore also double my 2023 Reading Goal). I'm so pleased to have overcome my three year reading slump that has plagued me since Covid, and wanted to celebrate by... yknow. Actually doing a book blog post lmao. So here are my five favourite books of 2023!

1) Emily Wilde's Encyclopedia of Faeries by Heather Fawcett

Not only was this book written Specifically For Me (faeries, rivals-to-lovers, academia), I just think it's a really good example of a cosy fantasy that is well-written and well-paced. The vibes are wholesome and fanfic-adjacent, but that doesn't mean that nothing happens. I'm not a fan of the new 'cosy' subgenre generally, but I think this book combined the right amount of comfort with action.

2) The Thousand Eyes by AK Larkwood

I read the Serpent Gates duology this year, and while the first book was good, the second book was just overwhelmingly brilliant. I loved the way this author manages time and character development - we follow all the characters for decades of their lives, so the final heroic triumphs in each of their stories just... hit different. It was such a wonderful book series, that left me feeling inspired to write.

3) The Adventures of Amina Al-Sirafi by Shannon Chakraborty

I love Shannon Chakraborty's writing generally, but it was really fun (after the slowburn pining of the City of Brass books) to give her a far less pious and brazen heroine that resulted in an entirely different tone of story from her previous trilogy! I loved the narration and plot of this novel, also obsessed with this pirate milf and her demon boyfriend.

4) A House With Good Bones by T Kingfisher

I love T Kingfisher but I've never been able to get all the way through one of her horror books before - idk why, I just don't tend to vibe. But this book, which leaned more towards Gothic horror, twisted to fit a modern setting, was so gripping - I read it all in one sitting. I love the funky little bug archaeologist protagonist, who's first sign that her house is haunted is the fact that there are no insects in her mother's garden.

5) You and Me On Vacation by Emily Henry

I went on a beach holiday for the first time since Covid and proceeded to devour every single fucking book Emily Henry had ever written. Although I loved all of them, You and Me On Vacation was the one written Specifically For Me, which was surprising given that the other two most popular releases by her are about books (oh well...mutual pining, my beloved).

Special Mentions:

Wintersmith by Terry Pratchett

I read all of the Tiffany Aching books for the first time this year, based on a diagnosis from a pal that Wintersmith would be 'my' Terry Pratchett book. Reader, she was right... (which says more about me as a person than I'd like).

If anyone wants to give me any recs for good books they read this year, feel free to reply to this post!

#booklr #bookish posts #book tag #2023 reads #best books of 2023 #emily wilde's encyclopaedia of faeries #the thousand eyes #the serpent gates #the adventures of amina al-sirafi #a house with good bones #emily henry

[trashquisitor-shirozora]

Was browsing through early BOBF/Mando S3 criticisms on Tumblr and WOW, 93% of S2’s viewership dropped when S3 finished airing for an extremely understandable reason. As someone who got into Dinluke after all the dust settled I can only imagine what it was like becoming invested in Din’s story and being floored by the S2 finale only for it to get totally swerve-balled after a long-anticipated wait. How did you avoid the disappointment and burnout?

Spite is an incredibly powerful motivator, let me tell you.

I'm halfway joking about that, btw. I could say I'm used to disappointment and I also worked really hard not to take things too personally after being disappointed time and again year after year by fandoms I was in. Imo the healthiest attitude is that no show/movie/book/videogames/etc will ever play out the way you want/think it should so take what you can get and trash the rest. By the time I started watching The Mandalorian, I'd been burnt badly by Star Trek AOS, the Sequel Trilogy, the MCU, and the Disney machine, and I had to figure out how to accept that I like what I like, I can't change what I can't change, and I can/will run the fuck off with what I can change, which is making wildly fun and fulfilling transformative shit like fanfics and fanart.

I was actually excited about TBOBF and was utterly betrayed by the executive decision to throw him and Fennec to the side in order to absolutely trash the Season 2 finale of the Mando Show by having Din and Grogu reunite just like that. I guess I got lucky in that I had a long-running fic series that I was heavily invested in and I was not about to let Disney stop me from finishing it. Instead of letting my frustrations kill my interest in the show and fandom, I turned it into motivation to keep telling the story I wanted to tell based on the fallout of Season 2. It also helped that Andor happened.

I quit Season 3 of the Mando Show after the 1st episode and it was the best decision I ever made. I had a really rough time with it and was encouraged to step away if it was giving me too much stress. I'm glad for that. Less time and energy picking about Filoni&Favreau and Disney Lucasfilm's decisions and disappointments, more time and energy spent writing and drawing the dinluke I want to see. The nice thing about Star Wars is that it is an old and vast sandbox. Plenty of room here to build whatever sandcastles and dig however many holes you want while canon goes floundering by.

I think also that it really helped to find spaces to share with people who vibe on the same wavelength, so I'm not alone to my thoughts and spiraling myself out of a fandom I enjoyed (like what happened with TLJ but I shan't go there bc this response is long enough). Those posts about having friends you can shit-talk things with? Valid af. You need outlets to vent your grievances without setting bridges on fire, and it'll help your enjoyment of things in the long run.

I didn't avoid the disappointment but I figured out how to make something of it, so I'm still writing dinluke, I'm still drawing dinluke, I'm still getting giddy over dinluke. I actively choose to do what I want with them, and nothing Disney Lucasfilm puts out is ever going to stop me.

#shirozora awkwardly responds to asks #dinluke #the mandalorian #star wars #tbobf #fandom things #realized I still have a lot of thoughts about TBOBF and Mando S3 while answering the ask #i should post them at some point #but really I can be a really spiteful person who uses rage to fuel certain ideas #if i see a story I don't like for a thing that I like I will rewrite things and I will create things to get over that rage #it's like that quote in frankenstein #it's like. i like this thing so much and i expect better from it so if it won't reach there then i'll write/draw it myself #the burnout will get to me eventually if the hyperfixation doesn't get to me first #but for now i am really enjoying the ride and i remain heavily invested in the story i'm telling with Dangerous Dreams #sometimes you just gotta find the one thing in the fandom you really like and stick with it to the end of the line

[melisusthewee]

Fanfic Writer Questions

I was tagged in this by both @dreadfutures and @blarrghe ! I did this once a few years ago, so it's interesting to see what's changed since then.

Tagging forward: @theluckywizard @greypetrel @darethshirl @natliecole @if-not-now-tell-me-when @madame-fear

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 35, though I believe 5 of them are artwork only for exchanges and not actually fics.

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 87, 413 words

3. What fandoms do you write for? In my AO3 era: Hockey RPF; Dragon Age; La Sociedad de la Nieve/Society of the Snow Pre-AO3 (the ff.net/LJ era): Digimon Adventure, Harry Potter, The Lord of the Rings, Doctor Who, Beatles RPF, a little bit of DC/Marvel

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 1. The Tang of Liquor On His Tongue (Dragon Age) 2. The Dreamer Sets the Rules (Dragon Age) 3. mala suledin nadas (Dragon Age) 4. Smut Challenge 2: War Table Boogaloo (Dragon Age) 5. Mañana (LSDLN/SotS)

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes! Or at least I try to! There have been a couple of times where I've gotten overwhelmed or have been busy and fallen behind. But I try really hard to reply to every single comment I get.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? That's hard to pick. I think that a lot of my fic endings lean more towards catharsis than raw angst. Perhaps "Lathbora Viran" is the angstiest ending because it concludes a trilogy of fics about Solas' spirit friend Wisdom and ends with the implication that Wisdom became corrupted into the Regret demon that appears in Skyhold in "Tevinter Nights".

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Any of my romantic fics, I guess? If I had to pick one then I would probably say "Nothing Else Than What is Now" which was the extremely long one shot that led to all my Quinn Trevelyan/Horatio Morris nonsense. It originally wasn't supposed to have a happy ending, but about midway through writing it I changed my mind and even though OC / OC is extremely niche in just about any fandom, I'm still glad I did it.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not yet. We'll see if that changes now that I've mentioned I've written LSDLN fic.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yep. 2 out of my top 5 fics are smut, and 2 more out of the top 5 have implied sex. I suppose that says I must be good at it. I don't really know what kind of smut I write since every smutfic I've written has been either a challenge or a prompt fill or a gift. I think I'm an example of that meme of "the 2000 word blow job is an important piece of character development". I really lean into tricking you into having emotions and feelings and getting introspective inside characters' heads while they're naked and getting down dirty. Come for the smut, stay for the emotional feelings!

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I did when I was younger, but haven't really vibed with it much in recent years. In terms of published fic, maybe the Harry Potter/Beatles crossover drabble I wrote based on a piece of artwork that an old friend of mine had done. I still have the fic, but the artwork has sadly been lost to the ethers of the internet. But the idea was that the Beatles didn't really break up in 1970, they just took on a different career.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Not to my knowledge. But I have taken to granting permission in my author's notes of new fics for anyone who might want to translate them into other languages.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes, actually! Some of my very first fanfics were co-written with a friend of mine. We never published them, but it was just fun to write little stories together.

14. What's your all time favourite ship? Even though I've never written any fanfic for it, I am 100% pure unleaded Chrobin trash. They are my OTP and I am probably due for a replay of Fire Emblem Awakening for it again. "YOU ARE THE WIND AT MY BACK AND THE SWORD AT MY SIDE."

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? One of the very first fics I ever started writing for the Dragon Age fandom was an Alistair/Cousland piece that looked at the period of time between the Warden's disappearance and their (hopefully) eventual return. It was meant to be 10 chapters, with each chapter split between a section in the past that looked at their romance over time and a section that took place in the more immediate present as Alistair navigated the events of DAI. I still have the document sitting on my laptop as well as backed up in my google drive, but I only ever finished the first chapter and even though I go back to it sometimes and make notes, I've not worked on it with any serious attention in years (I started this fic not too long after the Trespasser DLC was released) and at this point I doubt it will ever be in a publishable state let alone finished.

16. What are your writing strengths? I think I'm really good at dialogue! I'm very good at conveying personalities and speech patterns in written dialogue.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Blowjobs

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? For me, I think it depends on the amount of dialogue that is being spoken in another language and whether or not it's something the character whose POV is being written would understand.

With fantasy settings like Dragon Age, most of my fics are written from the POV of one of the game protagonists which are all human in my world state. So they wouldn't understand things like Qunlat or Elvhen, but also as those conlangs are incomplete languages, I will usually just refer to dialogue as being spoken in a language that the POV character doesn't understand. In a few fics where I've written from Solas' POV, I have used things like italics or sometimes <<special dialogue brackets>> to denote that this speech is being spoken between two characters in another language. Since the languages are fictional but the story is being told in English, it makes sense that the "author" translates in a similar logic to how Tolkien's books are "translated" for us to read.

With stories and settings that are more grounded in reality, I'll use other languages where appropriate. Usually this is in the form of nicknames or titles or expressions that I feel can't really convey the same tone or idea if they were translated into English. I've been very fortunate to find several new friends in the LSDLN fandom who have taught me a lot about monickers and nicknames and phrases in different regional dialects of Spanish.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Technically it was Digimon Adventure - baby's first Mary-Sue fic

20. Favourite fic you've written? It's a tie between "In the Long Hours of the Night" and "The Many Faces of Wisdom". With the former, this was the fic where I first felt like I finally got Quinn Trevelyan. It was the fic where he emerged as a more formed and complete character and I'm still proud of it. With the latter, it was an experimental idea that toyed with a rather ambiguously-defined relationship between Solas and the Inquisitor. It also was the first time I played around with writing Fade scenes and spirits and you can see a lot of the building blocks that I would eventually revisit and explore more as I fleshed out my own lore. It's also the one fic where I started with a very specific image in my mind and that I would really love to commission art for one day.

Blank Form Under the Cut

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favorite fic you've written?

[i-sveikata]

Hello author Just wanted to say that I am really enjoying the relationship dynamic between Vegas and Pete in your story. I somehow feel that in spite of how the whole relationship began, they both are on equal footing now. They both really respect the other truly. You also mentioned this whole idea in your story too when Pete confronted Kinn about his relationship with Porsche. I am really looking forward to how they are going to navigate their relationship, now that it will truly be out in the open. while Vegas has never hidden or shied away from his feelings since the beginning (kind of like when he was confronted by his father in the safehouse), it will become real for Pete once he comes out to his grandmother. Sure, he has admitted his feelings to other people especially ones in the Main family, but I am really looking forward to how he will deal with everything once his Yaai is involved While we're waiting for the new chapter, there is something I have been meaning to ask about your story. Since you have been so actively interacting with readers of your work and getting feedback, are there any parts which you have altered from the original direction you planning to go to.

Just wanted to add that I am in awe of the way you have just dealt with these characters. Yours is one of the first few fanfics that I came across ever, and it has made me appreciate fanfic writers in a way I never knew I could.

hello anon!!! thank you so much!! yes they are much closer to equal footing than they ever have been before and they are finally beginning to understand one another a hell of a lot better!

ah anon im sorry but dont get too far ahead of yourself there!! you are forgetting how deeply in denial of his own feelings pete has been so as annoying as it might be his grandmother knowing about them isn't going to be the final push he needs to fully face what they are to each other (though that is coming soon!!). Pete is still very much in the denial phase. but yes part of the russian deal will be them standing out in the open with their relationship and navigating everything that comes with that and im looking forward to playing around with the new dynamic bringing pete out into the spotlight for once!!

oh that's a great question!!!! tbh i wouldnt say that ive drastically changed the trajectory of things based off reader feedback because that would imply i had a step by step plan in the first place (lol nope) whereas it was more like vibes and the emotional journey along with a general basic outline ive been following all along. but yes i definitely have been influenced by people's takes or observations on vegas and pete's dynamic in the comments or even just based off characters readers ended up enjoying (for example i hadnt actually planned for dr kunakorn to be a recurring kind of character but everyone seemed delighted with him and then it just worked out having a medical professional around that pete actually trusted and one theyd need cause they keep getting half killed all the time lol) so it's probably been minor things like that. nothing has really been set in stone from the get go (besides me refusing to kill Chan and sort of vaguely following the events of the show) which is more of my preferred style tbh since im writing free of rigid plans so that leaves a lot of room for ideas to shift the story along as they come in tbh.

ahhh thank you so much that's really kind of you to say!! oh wow im so honoured to be one of the first fanfics under your belt! so glad to hear that!!! we really are just a community of writing nerds over here its amazing!

#fic asks #ill fill the graveyards until i have you

[recurring-polynya]

Idk if you’ve answered this question (sorry if you have) before, but how do you think Renji & Rukia first met ? What do you think their life was like originally before Soul Society ?

Pardon me if I'm reading this wrong, but...Rukia and Renji's first meeting is enshrined pretty thoroughly in canon? She rescued him from a water heist that was about to turn disastrous.

This is from Chapter 98/Episode 32: A Star and a Stray Dog, which is the first place you should be looking if you're interested in pre-canon Renruki lore.

As to the second part of your question...you mean before they died? What sort of lives did they have in the World of the Living?

I'm gonna pontificate, so I'll throw that under a cut

First off, I am fascinated with the fact that Kubo gives us nothing about what anyone's living life was like. On one hand, I would like to know everyone's pre-history, but on the other, I'm glad he didn't, like as a literary choice. The slate is supposed to be wiped clean. It doesn't matter. It's maddening, but also correct.

It's also one of those places that is just ✨fanfic free real estate✨ in terms of I think everyone should make up their own version for their blorbos, so of course I have them for Renji and Rukia. I have absolutely nothing to support these, they are just what I felt in my heart.

I have actually talked about Renji's beforedeath quite a bit, here and there in various fanfics, usual under the conceit that, particularly in their Inuzuri days, he would sometimes blurt out some half-remembered thing and then promptly forget it again. Here an excerpt from Chapter 3 of go places:

It’s an Alive Memory, Rukia is nearly certain. Most souls get them. All the boys did, from time to time. To Renji, it’s just brain dust. Whatever it is in Soul Society that makes people forget their lives also makes this memory detritus slippery to hold onto. Renji won’t think of this later, or attach any importance to this conversation. The funny thing is, after ten years of watching him stumble through these moments, Rukia probably has a better idea of what Renji’s life was like than he does. He lived on a farm of some sort. A small one, or at least his family grew a lot of their own food. He died of a fever. Nearly all of his Alive Memories involve his mother. Rukia is almost positive that Renji’s mother is the one who taught him to write. The sewing scissors were likely hers. In Rukia’s imagination, Renji’s mother is very tall and beautiful and kind. Rukia doesn’t need to use her imagination to know that Renji loved his mother very much.

Just to offer a little more detail--doing the math out, where Bleach starts in the early 00s, Rukia and Renji have been separated for 40 years and knew each other for 10 years before that, it would make a lot of sense for both of them to have died in WWII. However, I like to think that time is very wobbly, especially in the outer Rukon, so I like to make their deaths a little earlier-- specifically, I think that Renji died in the 1918 flu pandemic, which may have contributed to getting a plague spirit for a zanpakutou. That being said, my general vibe for his childhood is based on Kanta, the neighbor kid from My Neighbor Totoro, which takes place in the 50s. In any case, he had a pretty small and unremarkable life in rural Japan, aside from the fact that he was loved very much, which will never be unremarkable, no matter how common it may be.

I have written less about Rukia's beforedeath, mostly because she was too young when she died to have any phantom memories. [Note: I know there are some theories out there, based on some arcane clues that Kubo has dropped that Rukia may not actually be a normal soul and may be related to Hell. That's...fine. While I'm never going to say no to a storyline that centers Rukia, I really do hope that it comes to naught. Ichigo has enough Crazy Origin going on and I like the Rukia's backstory the way it is, so I'm just going to ignore all of that for the sake of this post]. Ahem! So, infant death is not anything surprising, or even really interesting, but what makes Rukia's kind of compelling is the fact that her much-older sister died at the same time. To me, this indicates either a natural disaster or a death-by-violence.

As I said above, there are infinity ways you can go with this, but to me, there were two important things I wanted to capture 1) given Renji's descriptions of Rukia having an inherent grace and nobility, and the idea that something about Hisana caught Byakuya's eye, I thought that maybe they should have been noble, and 2) I wanted them to live by the sea. I do not actually remember how I landed on this, but in the 1850s, a bunch of sea fortresses were constructed to protect Japan by attack from sea (see here for more detail). This was the tail end of the Edo period and I liked the idea that maybe Rukia came from an old samurai family, and her father was sent to oversee one of these coastal forts. Did they die in a bombardment? A bad storm? The Kanto earthquake? I never got that far. I'm not even sure if this is a realistic scenario, if they had civilians living there, etc, this was just a half-thought-out thing I came up with for a bonus chapter of a fanfic that someone requested once. The one other detail from that that I came up with and stand by is that I think there were more siblings in their family between Hisana and Rukia. I also like that this idea that makes Rukia somewhat older than Renji, even though the math is impossible and the points are made up anyway.

#rukia kuchiki #renji abarai #beforedeath is a great companion word to afterlife which i just made up for this post but i hope it catches on

[levmada]

Hi, hope ur having a good day! I really enjoy your fanfics and you are extremely prolific on top of that, I was wondering what your writing process is like (outlining or vibes), what sparks your ideas/motivates you?

wow thank you :D i’m so flattered that you would ask omg😭❤️❤️

for what motivates me… i guess this is a little exposing😭but it explains why i write a lot. out of an abundance of issues past and present, and not much support irl, i fixate on media and fictional universes heavily, and aot is my biggest fixation. i’m kind of constantly treading a riptide of emotional shit, and fiction has always helped me to cope. so when i feel any sort of way… bc im not good at working through or expressing myself… it’s easy to create scenarios out of that.

i have really strong emotions too, so feeling a certain way helps me think of plot ideas that relate. creating is my coping mechanism definitely, but it’s also vital to me being able to express myself.

with the state of fandom, i try not to look forward to interactions that will make me excited to have shared something, but it’s super rewarding when that does happen, so that’s a motivator too.

i get ideas the same way i think most creators do. based off experiences, like a single moment that kind of stains my memory that sticks with me.

DEFINITELY from other media i consume (especially fiction(??) podcasts but im getting back into reading real books). sometimes songs.

i’m really introspective in general which makes me good at various aspects of writing imo. whenever im doing anything (like going out for a walk or something) it’s really easy for me to imagine additional context / characters in a fictional scenario for some reason, so that helps.

if im doing something boring or tedious like sit in traffic i can daydream about a wip and the continuation of the last thing i’ve written for it. it’s like throwing events at the figurative wall and seeing what strikes me as fitting, engaging, or w/e.

for planning, i think im in-between vibes and proper planning lol. i would be noooowhere without outlining at least a little. stick little ideas or things i want to have happen in the order it fits, and sometimes separate them into sections so that writing it seems less intimidating and the process more rewarding. sometimes i write stuff out of order and go with the part i most want to write (which side note i believe is important, if not necessary to helping cure writer’s block).

i almost always have one chapter planned ahead of the current wip, but i play really loose with whatever ending im seeking in exact detail. because in general, it almost never goes the exact direction you planned lol.

so loose outlining! i always have a folder for a fic to throw in ideas or stuff to remember for the future. editing takes far longer than writing for me, just because i fully believe in the fact that being a perfectionist while writing is enormously unhelpful and rly creates stagnation. when i want to use a word i can’t think of, i just put in a placeholder to fix later. having the writing WRITTEN makes striving for perfection much less taxing.

when there’s several characters to keep track of, or important aspects to remember (ie, a character has a drink in their hand), i make a note so i don’t get confused or create inconsistencies.

i write on my phone and computer equally🤷🏻a lot of times with headphones in. it doesn’t matter so long as i have a set time from start to stop that im only writing and nothing else.

#i hope this answers your question at least kind of👍👍 #kane has mail

[neopuppy]

ngl i attribute all of the feral attraction i have towards jeno to you (this is a compliment, nobody can do it like u fr!! thanks for sharing the good stuff always!!) but as wild as it could (fictionally) get idk theres something about jeno that also screams lewser (especially off-stage haha) i wonder if its ever come up as an idea to explore or if youve ever come across that vibe in the slightest-- also i know this is a lot of perceiving so feel free to skip if its not a cool ask haha

😐🫤 I hate that!!! STOP HAVING AN ATTRACTION TO HIM🤨

also yeah, definitely, Jeno has big loser vibes, especially the Jeno we get to see- the one that very much caters to fans and always reaffirms that he stays home/doesnt go out…. even that ssng saying they never see him leaving the dorms💀(after the ‘accidental’ IG follow iykyk dont bring that shit up here to me I’ll block, but that comment was funny💀)

I think I write him in some fics as accurate as I see, but that gets boring ofc. like idk the idea of him being sweet romantic or super caring doesn’t really come to mind for me. even him asking the other day “who won” NCJEJCJJFJC he’s funny💀 I think its just projecting ur own fantasies when u write fanfic, kinda. like the “you write him so accurate” comment people love to use is comical considering…..this is kpop.

he gives big time simp energy though, BIG time. love that for me, and thats where the ‘lewser’ energy comes from but I prefer to depict it as possessive vs obsessed and pathetic🤷🏻‍♀️ he’s WAY too hot to be pathetic in actuality, thats my opinion and nothing will sway my thoughts!!! but fiction wise- I just write him based on the character, the characters come first and then im like “that would work best for ***” its usually Jeno based off what I like to write😬💚

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MARCH 2024 DIARY POST

I'm keeping up the habit of writing a monthly post to catalogue all the things I've been obsessed with in 2024. At the end of the year, I want to be able to look back and remember what was making me happy all year long! If you are reading this, I hope you will enjoy hearing about these things or checking them out too! First, a chaotic collage of those things!

VIDEO GAME: As you may already know, Splatoon is probably my favorite video game franchise of all time. I really cannot overstate how important it is to me. Naturally, I was highly anticipating its new singleplayer DLC, titled Side Order, but when it finally came out at the end of February, my elbow was fractured in a way that made it painful for me to play. So, I had to wait until about a week into March for my elbow to heal a little. Then, I spent about 10 hours obsessively playing it, and I loved pretty much every second of it. It featured by far the most difficult levels ever seen in a Splatoon game, which was a treat to me as a player who was disappointed by the rather simplistic story mode of the base game. Splatoon 3: Side Order took the form of a roguelite battle tower, similar to Salmon Run but with new enemies, unique (and sometimes puzzling) stages, and customizable weapon builds. Even players who find it a bit too challenging at first can eventually mod the difficulty to an extent that (hopefully) makes it doable. The story was nothing crazy, but the gameplay and visuals were so unbelievably good that I honestly wished I could erase it all from my mind and play it again from the start. Just yay 💕, I love Splatoon so much.

TWITCH STREAM FAN EDIT: If you don't already know who Jerma is, he is a prolific video game streamer that I became a big fan of a few years ago. His unique humor has consistently impressed and appealed to me, and his fan community has proven itself to be both creative enough and motivated enough to persistently churn out edited “best of” versions of his streams. For better or for worse, Jerma announced his retirement from streaming last year, leaving his eager fans with nothing but his earlier content to dredge for, well… content. One such fan edit that was released this year, post-retirement, was a massive compilation of all his Nancy Drew playthroughs (save for one). This edit in particular was one that I found overwhelmingly funny and good, and it inspired an ongoing fanfic that I’m still currently working on writing. Oddly enough, watching this caused a domino effect that got me back into writing in general and has given me the surge of confidence and inspiration that I needed to keep working on creating the fiction that has lived inside in my head for years. I really hope this feeling never dies. You can watch the stream that inspired me, linked here!

MUSICAL ARTIST: Peach Kelli Pop is probably tied (with a few other artists) for the title of my favorite band of all time. Their entire discography is only about 2 hours long, but they were still my most listened to artist for several years in a row. It’s due to the consistency of the vibe across all of her work: upbeat and positive while still delivering a profound emotional impact. I've been able to just listen her entire catalog of music over and over and over again on shuffle. I might describe it as DIY rock, or feminist punk, and if you haven't heard it before, Gentle Leader is probably the best album to start with. Listen here!

MUSICAL ARTIST: After listening to nothing except Peach Kelli Pop for about a week straight, I started to look into similar bands that I hadn't already checked out and found one that really caught my interest. That's how I was introduced to Tacocat! Their band name is both a palindrome and euphemism, and their album Lost Time was love at first listen. They have cozy lyrics about aliens, birth control, and creating your own values, and their music has left me in a good mood every time I've thrown it on. You can listen to the first song that I heard, linked here!

SONG: It's Don’t Rain On My Parade, by Barbra Streisand!! I still haven't watched the musical that this song is from, but the drag queen Plasma mentioned it on RuPaul Season 16, which is how I ended up hearing it. This song gets an individual mention because I was absolutely blown away by this one individual track! It's brilliant and catchy right out of the gate, "Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter! Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade!" It's from 1964, but its recording sounds crystal clear and it channels its intended emotions perfectly. I felt compelled to listen to it over and over again, because it really is just so cheerful and artistically inspiring. I feel like it's a perfect piece of music. Listen here!

SONG: I have to give another song an individual mention! It's Mood Indigo, by Nina Simone!! I’ve been a big fan of Nina Simone for years now, but more often than not, I've stuck to my favorite album, Pastel Blues. I did branch out and listen to this song a few times in the past, but it only recently dawned on me just how perfect it is. Wikipedia says that it was recorded in 1964, about the same time as Don’t Rain On My Parade, and while it's technically a cover of an old Duke Ellington song, Nina Simone’s version has a totally unique vibe, evident from the first few bars. Its lyrics are meant to be cathartic, as they discuss suicidal ideation, while the drums, bass, and piano create a beautiful and upbeat swing melody that perfectly juxtaposes and rebuts the content of Nina’s vocals. It's menacing, catchy, uplifting, and truly perfect! I now believe it to be a landmark in Nina Simone’s career, and the whole of music history in general. Listen here!

MUSICAL ARTIST: Okay, one last music rec, I swear!! I was really feeling the vibes this month (but mostly just listening to bands that I already know and love). Along with Peach Kelli Pop, another one of my favorite bands is King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard. Ever since 2017 (aka, the year of the gizz) they have probably reigned supreme as my #1 most listened to band. They just have so much music, with so much variation, that I can usually find at least one of their songs that appeals to me. Since the start of this year, I've been collecting and organizing a playlist of my favorite songs by them, titled 31 Days Of Gizz. Not for any particular reason, but just because I find it fun to make lists! At the last minute, I decided that I would organize the songs, specifically in the way that I would play them if I were introducing someone new to the band. So, if you haven’t heard their music before, maybe it’s time I introduced you? But no pressure, I just like their songs and I made my playlist just for me! I'm linking to it on spotify, HERE, if you’re interested! (forgot to put this one on the collage, lol)

VIDEO GAME: Right before the month ended, I bought the new fantasy tactics game, Unicorn Overlord, and I am fucking in love. I’ve been a longtime fan of the fantasy tactics genre, so as soon as this game started making waves, I begrudgingly accepted that I HAD to play it. I really don’t have a lot of time in between trying to take care of things at home and working on my writing, as I mentioned before, but I briefly dropped all my other hobbies and managed to fit about 10 hours of gameplay in before the month ended. I really wish I had time to obsess over it, because I feel like it is a masterpiece, even if the rumors about there being gay content ended up being a disappointing exaggeration (the game was developed by Vanillaware, but was published by homophobic giants ATLUS and SEGA, so I’m not surprised). Despite the story being pretty much dog shit though, I believe the gameplay is damn near perfect, and even revolutionary within its genre. I’ll probably be sinking all my game time into it until the new Elden Ring DLC drops. If you’re a person who also likes fantasy tactics, then I highly recommend playing it (I got it for the Nintendo Switch, where it seems to run perfectly).

(that’s it. It is now APRIL!! There might be some repeats this next month, or I'll leave them out... we'll see. Hope you have a good day! ♡)

#personal #2024 reviews #2024 #march #splatoon #jerma #peach kelli pop #tacocat #don't rain on my parade #mood indigo #king gizzard #unicorn overlord

[heartfulselkie]

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🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

I've already answered this but I'll take the opportunity to highlight another fic I love!

Say Something by @coffeebanana really hits my Ladrien brainrot with a shovel and I love every second of it. Really anything they write is so deliciously tasty but I particularly love their writing when it comes to Adrien. We aren't partners in angstimony for nothing!

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

Answered here!

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

(looks at my steadily growing pile of ideas and AUs and things I want to subject the blorbos to) Uh...

I have so many things that I enjoy in fics and there are so many fics and writers that are incredible in this fandom.

But when it comes to what I want and what I dream of to have in a fic? Then (as selfish as it sounds) the one who would write it best would be me? At least in my opinion and to my own taste anyway.

I started writing ML fic because even though I was reading in tags that are my favourites, nothing was quite hitting what I wanted. Heck, ML has its fair share of Enemies to Lovers AUs but I started writing my own because as fantastic and others are, I was missing certain vibes and dynamics that I just wanted to see.

I know what I love in fic, but I think its a bit much to expect people to accurately write to my specific tastes when they have their own ideas and stories to tell.

Obviously I wouldn't be offended if someone where to take one of my fics - say Cat Cafe AU or Bell the Cat - and write something based on that world. People have done that and I love seeing it! It's always interesting for me to see what other people can imagine from something I've shared. It's like we're playing with the same lego blocks, but we're not going to be building the exact same house y'know?

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

I answered this already but I'll just state it again that ANY COMMENT is my favourite (unless you are being a negative, self entitled ass). I love any comment that someone leaves - from those that just leave a single heart emoji, to those who leave paragraphs. I adore you all!

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

Answered here!

[Truth or Dare Ask Game]

#ask game #ask selkie

[sometimecatsometimenot]

Hello

So, the thing is, I shipped my Hetalia OTP to the point I wrote a fanfic plot where there was a cosmology legend base on their relationship and fate of the entire universe was depended on it, and another plot where there was something like star wars mixed with historical inspiration and something adult I can’t talk about here going on. Then one day I felt that this was a too much hyping for my silly ship, and gosh how crazy I would it be if I write something like that for a ship (moreover, the fact that the ship is base on international relation of the countries that’s not mine) 😂 like it’s too beyond normal lol

So I decided to back off from working on the first project, even though the plot has been finished, to consider about what should I do and don’t.

For the second plot, It is too problematic and controversial to put country personifications on it, so I turned it into original stories with original characters I newly created instead of Hetalia characters, so they will be no longer tied to country personifications stuff.

For the first plot, yes I love it’s romantic and tragic vibe, and it can work only if the characters are country personifications in some way, but it’s quite too hype and I cannot decide about it yet.

I still ship the ship and nothing can make me unship for now 😂

[tom-whore-dleston]

In honor of hitting another milestone, I wanna spend some time with all my besties. Whether you have been here since my Hiddles days or if you just now making yourself comfy in my little space in the tumblrverse, I am grateful for every single one of you and I hope we get to have some fun and share our love for fandoms ❤️

For more information on activities to look forward to, click the Keep Reading feature 🪴

Dates: Monday, May 22 - Sunday, May 28

Rules:

Please do not interact if you are a minor, blank or ageless blog

Any asks from a minor, blank or ageless blog will be denied and blocked

This celebration is open to followers and non-followers 

There is no limit to how many asks you send but I ask that you please send one at a time

Please be patient with your response. I cannot guarantee I will respond in a timely manner however I can do my best. 

I reserve the right to deny or ignore any asks that I do not feel comfortable with or do not vibe with*. It’s nothing against you, I want to be able to protect my own peace.

Asks:

Personals: ask me anything about me and  my life on/off tumblr

Promos: share one of your creations (fanfic, art, moodboard, gif, playlist, original writing) and I will help spread the word about your amazing talents

Games: cym, fmk, wyr, smash or pass (with any hottie not listed)

Creations: select a hottie + scenario/AU/trope/prompt** and I will a playlist/moodboard/fic (please specify the creation you are requesting)

Mutuals only: send me your fave hottie (doesn’t need to be on list) and I will create a ship moodboard based on how I imagine your relationship with them

All the Hotties: 

My AUs

Adam Warlock x f. reader (Like Real People Do)

Fictional

Marvel

Adam Warlock

Joaquin Torres

Layla El-Faouly

Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley

Gamora

Star Wars

Din Djarin

Poe Dameron

Anakin Skywalker

Other

Joel Miller

Real life

Danny Ramirez

Will Poulter

Harry Styles

*Unapproved Topics:

water sports

scat play

blood play

underage

incest

step-cest 

non-con

weapon play

a/b/o

bestiality

kids/pregnancy 

abuse of any kind

**Prompts:

Smut

Fluff

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