#minor trigger warning

[ask-the-clergy-bc]

sorry if you’ve done anything similar to this, but what about HCs for getting wine drunk with the papas? could be spicy or silly! ty ty ilysm!

I need a little silly in my life, so I did some wine drunk shenanigans! Hope you enjoy! <3

Minor Tag Warning for Alcohol and Drunkeness

Reader Getting Wine Drunk with the Papas!! (Ambiguous relationship)

Papa Nihil: Nihil isn't a big wine drinker, but he won't say no to wine with dinner or a good movie. The easiest way to get him to want a wine is watching a movie while you eat some good old authentic italian pasta. Nihil claims he can't eat pasta without it! It's always a red wine and an older horror movie. You can't beat the classics! But you have a good time every time you get wine drunk. The wine turns you both in Mystery Science Theatre, and you do nothing but laugh and comment on any and everything about the movie! Sometimes the wine makes you do something crazy, like try to play a board game! But the night always ends the same. All the food and drinks gone and you both just chatting until you fall asleep. It's always safe and cozy, even when you wake up hung over. Though the wine is always blamed for when suddenly Nihil is getting billed for several new movie streaming services he can't remember signing up for.

Papa I: Neither of you were TRYING to become drunk. It started innocently enough! There had been too many complaints about the Unholy Communion wines tasting awful. The Siblings of Sin were not shy in requesting something more decadent and easier to stomach. You and Papa, on your insistence, decided to find something to start using Clergy wide. In your mind it was a fun time to try all the fancy drinks with your favorite person! Papa was more happy to indulge you and just wanted to solve this as quickly as possible. But you are a bad influence. Convincing him it was a waste to do a traditional wine tasting! So after many glasses neither of you found the perfect communion wine... instead you found yourselves laughing on his couch. Trying to have unserious philosophical discussions through slurred speech. Papa admits it's the type of fun he needs outside of his brooding and serious ministry duties. Imagine your surprise when he invites you over again. This time to share a bottle just for you two!

Papa II: You were never a big wine drinker until you became close to the second Emeritus. Papa has the most well stocked wine cellar you have ever seen! Many people forget that under his classy and collected exterior is a man who loves to party! Or at least unwind and let go. So every once in a while he will ask you to pick something for dinner, or if you just want to sit and drink with him. Most of the time it's in his music room where you put in vinyls and just sink into the expensive sofa. You find he's much more talkative when properly drunk, and more willing to have fun. There have been many times Papa has decided that being drunk is the perfect time to teach you how to dance! You've fallen a few times, but both of you always laugh it off and go back to finding a good song to listen to! You always enjoy the looser side of Papa! The man who drunkingly explains the rise and fall of the Beatles in the music industry. Or he enjoys the way you cried once because you found your favorite song on one of his albums, and insisted he put it on repeat.

Papa III: Now THIS is when you both get the best gossiping time! It's actually a biweekly ritual you two share when you both have the time! Wine bottles out, the charcuterie boards full, and both of you ready to blow off steam! Life is so stressful, so why not find time to have a good wine with the best company? It always starts the same. One of you raging about the current annoyance in your life, and the other popping open a cork and pouring your glasses full. It usually starts with both of you venting, to both of you chatting, to both of you laughing your asses off about nothing. Sometimes you get drunken ideas, like rearranging the furniture that neither of you can move! Other times you decide you need a late night take out run (DRIVEN BY A GHOUL OF COURSE) and come back with bags full of fast food. This last time you both woke up to Papa's closet sloppily 'organized'. the only clue being a Marie Kondo video on your phone, and all of his socks in a basket. It's always in good fun!

Papa IV/Cardinal Copia: When it comes to wine, you and Copia always promise yourselves 'one glass'. But sometimes, you just need a whole bottle or two. You both agreed it's not that you NEED wine to unwind; but it's nice to indulge once in a while. So the times you do get drunk off of wine, it's planned and thought out. Copia will select the best bottles he can for the night, and you get the best dinner or snacks to pair with it. You always do a quick glass cheers to each other and have at it! Like with Terzo, sometimes you just need to gossip or vent. Other times it's to unwind and NOT think about the day. Others it's to celebrate and find something fun to do! You've both woken up from your two person party wearing expensive lamp shades! This is one of the few times you both get into mischief together! Terrorizing the gardens at night, or finding your way into Copia's office to fuck around with his paper work. Anything to keep you two occupied! Your favorite time so far had been turning his office into a miniature club with strobe lights and his lava lamp collection. You were both pretty bewildered when you saw the mess you made the next day!

#the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost headcanons #ghost fluff #ghost funny #ghost reader insert #papa nihil #papa emeritus i #papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia #reader insert #ambiguous relationships #alcohol #drunk #wine #minor trigger warning

[awritingbookworm]

The last chapter is officially up! Thank you so much to everyone who read this, and who got even close to this far! In two weeks or so (give or take a week) I’ll be putting up a one-shot from a new fandom, so keep an eye out for that if you’re interested!

#the magnus archives #eric delano #gerry keay #gertrude robinson #Minor trigger warning #this is set at a funeral

[nerium-delirium]

Ngl Chloe aggressively snuggling me after a week of not seeing me is enough to make me never contemplate unaliving myself again

#I love her so much #she’s the best cat #I mean all cats are best but Chloe is like. doubly so #neri oc #neri txt #neri pets #her lady pinkness #tw #tw suicide mention #minor trigger warning

[fraugwinska]

What about the reader found and old radio, they thought the radio was broken but it's not, it's just antique.. when they play it at night time alastor broadcast was heard first they feel something is odd.. but they love to listen to his voice, heck they even like talking to each other, because of this encounter alastor talk about it to rosie, she was happy hearing alastor telling her stories but she feel odd when alastor mention that the person he talks to is a human, Rosie giving him advice to not fall for human because they're different species, and it will make him weak etc.

Alastor feel guilty and agree with rosie advice so he's stop contacting the reader from the radio, he thinks that the reader will be fine but no the reader take it personally.. they thought alastor don't want to talk to them anymore.. it drive them mad and lead to suicide..

So yeah angst :D

Oh Anon. What have you done.

I cried while I wrote that - it took two very good friends of mine to encourage me to post it (Thanks to @macabr3-barbi3 and @mysterypotatoink). But I think it's tragic and beautiful, and honestly - I'm kinda proud of it!

TW: Psychological Trauma, descend into madness, loss of self care and suicide - please take care of yourself and do not read if you aren't comfortable with any of the mentioned! MINORS DNI

Here we go.

❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️

Leap of Faith

You carried in the last box from you banged-up minivan. The old thing barely made it to your new home. A little cabin in the outskirts of New Orleans, a little off the grid and surrounded by the peaceful and whirring bayous of Louisiana.

A fixer-upper, just like yourself.

The online auction had intrigued you the second you found it, the photos were a bit blurry and you knew it was a risk to buy a place you've never set foot in, but something in you called you to get it. The price you paid was laughable, barely making a dent in your savings. Moving states sounded scary and impossible, but you felt oddly calm about it.

You didn't have a lot of stuff to move anyway. After all, you only lived with your late grandmother, and she never really cared for material things. Your parents left you at her doorstep, never to be seen again.

Caring for her in her last, sickness-ridden years had been a no-brainer - it felt like nothing in comparison to all she had done for you - but it also had been a bit lonely.

You had your friends, if you could even call them that, but you rarely saw them - guiding your nan through the last months of her life had been demanding and time-consuming. It had left you exhausted and emotionally unavailable, and after a while, calls and texts ceased, until it was just you and her. You felt lost, as if the world was slowly pulling away from you.

When she finally died, peacefully in her sleep, you felt sad, relieved and drained.

Detached from the city you lived in.

Lost.

So you decided to sell what little you inherited, except for a few sentimental mementos, and move away from it all. To start a new life, a happier one, finally one that was truly your own.

You took the final box inside, setting it on the coffee table and wiped the sweat from your brow. You looked around the little cabin: The roof had some spots that needed a patch, and the wood floors were a bit warped, but it was all yours. No more having to share anything with anyone.

The cabin came furnished, a lot of the stuff was old, but still usable. You figured that would change once you settled in and had a vision of what you wanted and needed to buy. The thought of thinking about no one but yourself made you nervous.

But a little excited, too.

The old furniture would do for the moment, but there was a particular piece that caught your eye: an old, vintage cathedral radio, sitting nestled in between a cracked wooden box and a tarnished, bronze candle holder in a bookcase that was a bit out of place in the tiny space. With a tilted head, you stepped closer to inspect it, drawn to it by it's unique character and beauty.

It looked as well-loved as it looked well-used, the mahogany a bit scuffed, the knobs a little worn from years of being turned. But there were golden details etched into the front, and you traced them lightly with a finger, strangely touched and intrigued.

You were certain the old thing didn't work, but when you plugged it into the nearby socket, static erupted from the speakers, making you jump back. You had to smile, though.

Tonight, you wouldn't be alone. You'd have this little device and a little music for good company.

***

"I'm home!" you announced to no one in particular, as you closed the door behind you, your hands full with overfilled grocery bags full of necessities, waiting to fill your empty cabinets.

The day had been hot, but a welcome breeze of the impending night break cooled the inside of your little cabin a bit. With a quiet grunt you set the paper bags down at the small kitchenette. Your groceries were quickly dispersed, and you put on an apron you saved from your grandmother as you got started on dinner.

You hummed as you cut vegetables and boiled water. It had been a long time since you had cooked, really cooked, your nan wasn't much for eating and had no problem living off of simple soups and toast. When you opened your fridge to get some butter, your glance fell onto the radio.

A little music would be nice, you decided, and you walked over, cleaning your hands on the red, frilly cloth around your waist before you turned the dial. The soft sound of static made you hum in contempt - yup. Still works. A little turn to the left, and the room was filled with a soft jazzy tune, the melody a bit grainy, but you didn't mind that at all. You returned to the stove, swaying your hips to the beat as you worked. The music made you feel at ease, and for a moment, the world seemed to be just right.

Just as the onions began to brown in the pan, the song faded out to a voice. You turned your head to the radio, intrigued by the unusual, eccentric accent of the host. It reminded you of the old, vintage films and recordings your grandmother had been fond of - wasn't it called 'transatlantic'?. Whatever it was, it made you smile.

"Now wasn't that a kick in the head, dearest listener? I sure hope you enjoyed the little musical interlude, but it's time to return to the real show! As usual, my name is Alastor, and you are listening to the best jazz, blues and swing music that Hell has to offer!"

You blinked, a little puzzled and yet amused. "Sure is hot as hell today, strange man in the radio.", you mumbled, chuckling as you stirred the bell peppers under the caramelized onions.

"Today we have a very special guest joining my humble broadcast, it seems. Pleasure to meet you, darling, quite the pleasure!"

"Oh who? Me?" you asked, looking theatrically over your shoulder with batted lashes, shaking your head over your own silliness. You weren't used to talking out loud to yourself, or even really thinking out loud. You were always alone, after all, but the little pretend-play was fun. You laughed a bit, waiting for the host's guest to speak.

"Of course you, little dove. Who else would I mean?"

You gasped, and nearly dropped the spoon as you whipped around, eyes glued to the humming, orange glow of the radio in the dim darkness of your living room.

"What's that? You're surprised, my dear? Don't worry, you're not the only one! This is a first for me, too. Never had a human join my program. I must say, I'm quite intrigued! Tell me, what is your name?"

Your eyes grew wide, and the hairs at the back of your neck stood up. You took a hesitant step backwards and hit the hot stove, making you curse under your breath. Was the heat finally getting to you?

"Don't be shy now, darling. I'm not gonna hurt you, cross my lil' old, blackened heart."

"I-I'm..." you began, swallowing as your fingers tightened around the wooden spoon. "My name is..."

"Yes?"

"I'm... crazy.", you mumbled, rubbing a hand over your face and chuckling a bit. You were just going insane, that's all. Must be the stress, combined with the intense heat. And lack of a companion, a tiny voice reminded you. Yes. Must be.

"Hello crazy, this is Alastor." The host laughed, together with a canned audience.

"Alastor...", you repeated, realization settling in - this wasn't a joke, or a trick of your mind.

"At your service, my dear.", the voice cooed. "Now, I believe you still owe me your name..."

***

You weren't crazy.

Or if you were, you didn't mind. Not with Alastor by your side - or, to be exact, in the radio on your bookcase.

After two weeks of ignoring the cursed radio after unplugging it in a wave of panic on your first night, your morbid curiosity got the better of you. You plugged it back in, and turned on the dial. Just once, you told yourself, then never ever again.

And that's how the two of you got in contact with each other once more. Alastor was as chipper as the first time you heard him, and after a bit of back-and-forth, he promised once again not to harm you, and you shared your name with him. The rest was history. He was very pleasant company. For a demon from hell.

You wouldn't classify the conversations you had with him as a real friendship in the beginning, but you did talk. Occasionally. Mostly in the evenings, when you cooked dinner: He'd ask you about your day and would pry eagerly for a little bit of gossip or new information about the modern New Orleans. When he let it slip that he lived in this very cabin in the 1920's, you weren't stopping with questions about what it was like back in his days, which he, in return, answered generously and enthusiastically.

The first few times he would try to coerce you into making a deal for your soul, casually sprinkling the offer into his small talk, but with enough blunt refusals and a few more days of radio silence (pun intended), he dropped the topic and seemed content on just talking. You, in return, found yourself relaxing into his charming company, your brain happily engaged with trying to wrap your head around him, or better, you tried to come to terms with it.

Weeks passed, and turning the radio on in the evenings became less of an occasional lapse of judgment but more of a routine you were looking forward to. You could tell the Alastor felt the same, his banter became less tense and acted, and a little more genuine.

It made your heart swell in happiness, that someone out there seemed to appreciate your company – even if that someone wasn't human.

Apprehension became amusement, and fascination became friendship. Oddly enough, you found common grounds in a lot of things: A love for cooking and good music. Preferring books over films. Red wine over white. A shared aversion of vulgarity, and appreciation for good manners.

Your nights were cut shorter and shorter, you would spend hours chatting on and on, until the deep darkness of night disappeared into a shade of blue on the horizon. Neither of you minded, at least that was what you thought. Alastor never ended the conversations with you. Either you had to say your goodbyes, or you would just fall asleep after hours of talking on your couch, and awake with a pained back to a shut-off radio. Then, after you'd realize that you would have a whole day ahead of you without hearing his voice, the loss would make your chest ache.

Two months into the 'thing', which was still a strange concept you could barely comprehend, the truth of the matter dawned on you: You liked him. Not just because he was a surprisingly amicable voice coming out of your vintage radio, a lively constant in the uneventful life you had made for yourself in Louisiana - he had become important to you, irreplaceable, even. An essential element to your life. You couldn't imagine how you'd gone so long without him, and yet, here you were, lost without him, scrambling through the hours until you could talk to him once more.

"Something on your mind, darling? You're awfully quiet today."

You held your fork and knife still above the salmon you had just been about to eat. It was the first meal of the evening in a long time where you weren't spending the entirety of the preparation time speaking to him, lost in thought about your blossoming feelings. He had gotten excellent at reading you like an open book - you should've gotten used to it after a couple of weeks of him catching on to every little change in your demeanor and knowing just what to say, when you were feeling happy, upset or nervous.

"Oh, um... no. It's nothing Al. Work had me in a wringer today."

"Is it your co-worker Susan again?" You could basically hear his eyes rolling, making you chuckle. "That name must be cursed, every single soul with that name is a menacing pain."

"Maybe,", you muttered, nibbling on a piece of the roasted fish. "This one is mostly just an ornery old bitch."

"Taking the words right out of my mouth, dear." he laughed.

There's was a comfortable pause, with just a gentle background noise of his ever-playing static and an easy, melodic tune coming from his program.

"Is that really all that preoccupies that pretty little head of yours?"

You blushed, picking at the food with your fork. "Bold for a guy who's never seen me to assume my head is pretty."

The radio crackled with pops and feedback. "Bold to assume I can't see you whenever I want, little dove." he said, his voice strangely deeper, tinged with something you didn't catch at the shock of his words.

"You... what?"

"And I can most assure you,", he purred out of the speakers, "pretty is a well fitting word to describe you."

He hummed in approval when your cheeks gained color, as if he knew his comment threw you off guard and made you turn a lovely shade of pink, but it didn't make it any less enticing.

***

"Alastor, if I didn't know better, I would say you have become smitten with this mysterious gal you're blabbing on and about."

Rosie giggled, hitting his shoulder in a playful, friendly swipe. "When will I meet her? Come on now, you can't hide her forever. Or are you afraid she'll like me better?"

She laughed, and Alastor forced a toothy grin. His long time friend was the only one he talked about you with, and he knew she was intrigued whenever she could smell a blooming dalliance, especially with a notoriously abstinent bachelor like himself. Normally, he would laugh at that thought with a healthy dose of mockery, but he found himself to be less and less aversed at the thought - if it would be you. Impossible, of course.

"Nonsense, Rosie dear, nonsense,", he chuckled, taking a large sip from his coffee cup, a heavy hand bringing up a plate stacked with finger sandwiches. "And I'm afraid you won't meet her for a long time, maybe never. Humans seldom traverse to hell in their lifetime, and who knows if the little darling will take on the trip downstairs?"

Rosie coughed in her tea, her blackened eyes wide in shock. "Human? It's a human girl you've been courting here? Oh, Alastor, you old fool."

Alastor scrunched his nose, "Talking, Rosie, talking is all we do. And yes, she's a human. I don't see the quandary in that. It's just a little fun."

"Well,", she huffed with a small, thoughtful frown. "I would've hoped for a little more sense in you." The tall demonesse set down her teacup with nimble fingers.

"You may not call it courting, but if it quacks like a duck, it's a duck, love." Rosie ignored the indignant look Alastor gave her. "You know as well as I do that such a connection is dangerous to entertain. Humans are fragile and fragile things tend to break. And when they do, the owner mostly follows. You need to break this connection off."

Rosie gave him a sad look as his ears flattened against his head. She would've been more than happy for her oldest and dearest friend to have a partner on his side, someone good and honest who really cared about him, maybe loved him even, as unlovable as he was. But she had to protect him from the silly idea of possibly falling for a living, breathing and supposedly untarnished soul, and the heartbreak that would surely follow. "Don't make the mistake of breaking your heart, dear friend." she smiled, a tint of melancholy hidden in the red of her lips.

"I think it's far too late for that."

She offered a handkerchief, but Alastor waved her off, his smile more faint and close to a frown than she's ever seen.

***

The first day where nothing but static noise came out of the radio, you were irritated but just thought: 'Maybe Alastor has something to do'.

The second day of static you grew concerned. 'What if something happened to Alastor? Was he okay?'.

On the third day, you were panicked. 'Maybe he doesn't want to talk to you anymore! Maybe he met someone in hell, someone that he could talk to whenever he wanted and not through an old, dusty radio?'.

"Please talk to me.", you whispered into the empty room. Your knees were pulled to your chest, and you sat on your couch, eyes fixed on the radio in the bookcase. Your eyes stung with the tears threatening to spill. "Please, Al. I miss you." You shook your head, chuckling sadly. It had only been 3 days, but they'd felt like an eternity. The world had seemed silent without Alastor's constant chatter.

When night fell for the fourth day, you were half asleep, eyes red and burning and tears still staining your cheeks. You talked for hours into the void of your house, the radio now moved to sit in front of you on the coffee table, growing more and more desperate as hours passed. Talking faded into pleading, and pleading into begging.

"Please, I'm sorry, if I did something wrong, I'm sorry...", you mumbled into the wooden furnishing, resting your cheek against the top of the machine, eyes slipping shut with fatigue and defeat. A dry sob slipped past your trembling lips, as your hands desperately grabbed the sides of the antique device.

"Alastor please, don't leave me alone here...", you whispered with the last of your strength, before your body succumbed to your exhaustion, your unconscious mind welcomed the darkness.

If you had stayed awake for just a moment more, you would've, maybe, heard the faint shuddering breath beyond the static rumble. But you didn't. So you had no chance at knowing that, Alastor, listening to every word, saw and heard you at your weakest, and all it did to him was stir the embers and give the blaze an opening for the flames of his anger at fate to rage.

Work had called, again. Susan of all people. Threats were made - either come back to work, or don't come back at all. You smashed your phone. It was useless anyway. What was the point without...

Alastor wasn't here, hadn't answered for seven days now. And you had spent the whole time talking, begging him to show himself, just show himself and tell you what you did wrong, just talk to you one last time and then you'd stop, if that was what he wanted. You became obsessed with the orange light of the illuminated screen, imagining the flickers were maybe signs from him.

You stopped eating, stopped drinking, stopped almost anything, you just sat, in front of the radio, unmoving and unwilling to miss the smallest sign of his return.

Every single minute stretched into agony, and every breath that left your lips made a fresh tear roll down your paling cheeks, until your body couldn't produce them anymore. Then, you cried wordless whimpers and moans, even started praying to an unknown entity.

It wasn't as if Alastor owed you anything. It's not as though you thought the two of you were anything other than two kindred souls, one human, one demon, talking to each other. As a result, it wasn't like you had the right to anything from him.

It was strange to consider the connection the two of you shared: Something more than acquaintances, something closer than friends, and yet never fully crossing the line beyond it. The unpenetrable boundary dividing life and death in between.

Your eyes fell on a large, old crucifix on your wall, staring back at you with pity.

For the first time in days, you left the sofa, took it from the wall and burned it on your gas stove, watching the face of the nailed figurine slowly melt in the fire.

***

It had been eight days of excruciating, one-sided silence.

Eight days Alastor cursed his cowardice as he sat, red eyed with claws digging into his scalp, as he listened to you plead for him to talk - To answer. To do anything. Anything, but leave you alone, he heard, as if the words were spoken right in his ear.

Eight days of watching you slowly detriment from the eyes of the shadows he was able to manifest above, tugging on the very fabric of the world to move you, to keep your mind from going where it shouldn't go.

He kept telling himself it was for the better. His shadows murmured persistent reminders that he should find entertainment in your growing lunacy. He was the radio demon, after all. He shouldn't care if this wisp of a human were to perish, should laugh at your wails of agony and despair.

But Alastor never felt less like laughing. Your dried sobs and pained apologies for things you never did wrong in the first place filled his head, taunting and gnawing on him with feelings he thought he was unable to feel: Guilt and Regret.

It was as Rosie had predicted - he was becoming weak. But weakness was something that should be avoided. Had to be. He knew. Being weak, being feeble, would make him vulnerable, make him into the prey his cruel from already portrayed to the world he had to inherit. He couldn't allow it. Couldn't let his feelings for you bring him down to the levels of the sinners in hell he would tear apart and laugh while he did it.

That's why he stayed silent. Endured it, all of it, every word, cry and plea. Stayed invisible and silent, waiting for you to move on, forget him, shut off and leave the radio, never to turn the dial again. For your sake and his.

When the connection broke, on that eight day, Alastor could feel your resignation, your peace with which your pale hands gripped the electrical cord at it's base to pull. And he was suddenly filled with the awareness of something horrible, like a premonition. It set his already battered, aching heart in an ice cold grasp of dread.

His room exploded in green light as he expanded into his full demonic form, his limbs threatening to pull and burst at the stitches and his smile splitting his face almost entirely in half. He had to reach out, had to reform the connection to the radio one last time, even though nearly impossible.

You were about to do something he would never be able to forgive himself for.

***

Your car broke down just where it needed to. You took the radio out of the trunk, knocking the hood two times for a goodbye, the key safely in the ignition. Maybe some other poor soul would find and repair it, make happier memories with it.

You clutched the wooden device closer and started to walk. Indigo blue faded into black as you looked up to the sky that was sprinkled with glowing, shimmering silver dust, stars blinking in the unimaginable distance. There, but out of reach.

Just like him.

Your dry sob stung in your throat, but you didn't really feel the pain. Your eyes were fixed on the path to your final destination, right in front of you.

The Crescent City Connection Bridge was mostly abandoned by traffic at this time of night and provided just enough covered spaces to hide you from some foolish saviors eyes.

You didn't need to be saved.

You didn't want to be saved.

Because you were about to save yourself.

There was nothing waiting for you in the other direction than the one you were going. So, with slow but steady steps, you walked towards the middle of the bridge, settling on a place next to a metal pillar and looked over the railing onto the shimmering waters of the Mississippi River.

Alastor had told you about the river, how he loved to watch the steam boats floating on it from the radio station where he worked at when he was alive. The station was long gone, you didn't even find out where it had been in the first place, but you liked to imagine that you were looking at the same scenery now that he had been looking at when he peered out of his booth in his radio tower.

It made you smile through the tears... You were glad the end was somehow connected to him, even if it was most likely just your naive imagination.

It felt like the device in your arms was emitting static energy, prickling over your arms, hands and fingers as you caressed the mahogany wood gently, feeling as though the radio was shaking in your hands, trying to pull you back from the fenced ledge.

A quiet sob escaped your lips, turning into a giggle and into hysterical laughter. You sat down between the railing, and hugged the radio close, trying to breathe as you closed your eyes, resting your temple on the worn, warm wood.

"It'll be okay, Al.", you said quietly, your voice unnaturally hoarse and rough from lack of use and dehydration. "I'm coming. I'm coming to you.”

With one arm around the radio, holding it tight against your chest, you turned to stand on shaky legs, gripping the railing with one arm and, with one final glance at the stars above you you smiled. You heard sirens in the distance, and some people shouting from a sparkling streamliner passing under the bridge. Time was running short, so you didn't wait to put first one foot over the fence, then the other, taking a deep breath.

"I guess doves were always meant to fly."

And, with that, your body twisted, turned and leaped, falling as the light on the radio, firmly pressed against your heart, began to glow in deepest crimson and swirls of green.

Falling like an angel would descend from grace.

Part 2 for closure

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #fraugwinskawrites #angst #trigger warnings #minors d #minors don't look #minors dont touch #yes I'm crying #you're crying too #we all cry here #no judgement #quickf #quickfic

[everlasting-rainfall]

AU called Yandere Society where basically it’s a world where our definition of normal love like bringing roses and being romantic and junk like that is seen as weird while things like murder, stalking, and creepy love notes are seen as the norm

Murder and a lot of crimes are legal in this world under specific circumstances like “Did you kill your darling? Jail” “Did you kill that man who was staring too long at your darling? Understandable, you’re innocent”. There probably is a better way to describe it but for now, I feel that works the best. Oh yeah! Also sex in public is legal as long as there are no minors around

There are also these people called Abnormals who find Yandere Love to be repulsive and creepy despite it being the societal norm, Abnormals only want to experience the type of normalized love from our world and are in constant danger as if they’re discovered then they get hit with a slew of things like “You can’t have these types of jobs” or “Mandated therapy” plus they tend to get harassed a lot and oddly seem to attract Yandere’s quite a lot

Abnormals can actually be “cured” though as if you give them enough therapy or even manage to pair them with just the right person, they’ll either develop Stockholm Syndrome or become a Yandere themselves

I NEED MORE !!! I’m already interested in this au , I wonder how will yandere strawhats react that there darling is a abnormal 👀🤔🙏

please if your not busy 💗

So flower friend, I actually am working on something like that at the moment. I currently have three of the Straw Hats done for it and I’m going to include Jinbei with it as well but not Chopper as he’s baby and underage

It’s not going to be done for a long time though as I’m working hard on it and Yandere Society can be hard for me to write at times especially if I’m having problems getting motivated

In the meantime, allow me to explain some things about the Yandere Society a bit better than I did last time…

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

Murder, Crime, Violence, Implied Blood and Gore, Abuse Mention, Harassment, Potential Similarities to Homophobia (?), Public Sex, Noncon

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT-!

So as I said a lot of crimes in Yandere Society are perfectly legal under certain circumstances like you can kill someone but unless you had a “good” reason for doing so then you’re going to jail

Like the following things are innocent crimes in the eyes of the law in Yandere Society

A Yandere killed someone who was actively trying to harm their relationship with their Darling like seducing and trying to get them to cheat, it’s also innocent if the victim was trying to help the Darling escape their Yandere unless the Yandere was actively putting the Darlings life in danger

A Yandere killed someone who hurt their Darling, the Yandere will also be seen as innocent if they helped another Yandere kill someone that hurt their Darling or if the Yandere was saving the Darling from an abusive situation by killing the Abused Darling’s Yandere

I feel like that’s a good example and I hope it was easy to follow now here are examples of some of the things that will get you locked up in Yandere Society

So if a Yandere kills their Darling whether their S/O was a Yandere or Abnormal, that will get the guilty Yandere locked up tight and cause them to never see the light of day again, the only exception to this is if the Guilty Yandere had no other choice or it was an accident

If the Yandere goes on to kill everyone in their Darling’s life like friends and family, that’s seen as ridiculous in the eyes of the law in Yandere Society as most people are Yandere’s too and would approve of the relationship, the only exception to this is if it were to protect their Darling

I hope that these were good examples and that they were easy to follow

As for Abnormals, Abnormals aren’t allowed to do a lot of things as I said and it’s by law mandated that they have to attend therapy in order to turn them into Yandere’s like everyone else and this therapy isn’t too bad as it’s just sitting down and having a conversation like there’s no electroshock or anything like that, maybe a few exercises but nothing too intense

Abnormals typically hide the fact that they’re Abnormals as they don’t want anyone to find out as if they do, there’s that mandated therapy thing but they also get a ton of restrictions like they can’t have certain jobs

If you are a known Abnormal in Yandere Society, you are not allowed to be the following. Teacher of Any Kind, Any Sort of Government Job, Any Sort of Job involving Mental Health. Also you can’t attend college but Abnormals have been known to sneak in and attend

The harassment that an Abnormal can face is usually based on Yandere’s stalking them and being after them as they attract Yandere’s more easily than other Yandere’s do but it’s also from the government as well as you’re likely to get way more mail to encourage you to just accept a Yandere into your life or become one

But this will all change the second that an Abnormal either develops Stockholm Syndrome for a Yandere or becomes a Yandere themselves

Also Two Abnormals are not allowed to be in a relationship, if they wish to do so then they will need to hide it from the public as it’s illegal like I don’t think you’ll straight up be sent to prison over it but you will be forcefully separated

As for how someone can tell if someone is a Yandere, typically these Yandere tendencies make themselves known in early childhood and it can be tested by trying to take their toys or watching how they interact with friends but the best way is to have them take a test which depending on how they did can tell you if they’re a Yandere or an Abnormal

There are late bloomers in Yandere Society who don’t show any Yandere Tendencies until they’re older but the test can distinct between a full Abnormal or a Late Bloomer

There’s also this thing that me and a friend came up with called Yvette Newgate Syndorme and it’s where someone has experienced something or a string of events that led to them not being able to process their Yandere feelings properly and it leads to things like this

“Hey, do you like this thing?” “Yes” “Do you want this thing?” “Yes” “Ok then take it” “Nevermind” “Ok then I’m taking it” “No, give it to me… It’s mine and you can’t have it…” “Ok, here” “Nevermind”

There is therapy for it but so far, it hasn’t really been successful like it’s helped but there’s been no real breakthroughs like there have been for Abnormals

Also for the sex in public thing, that’s perfectly acceptable and seen as completely legal like no one bats an eye if they see people having sex in public

No one even gives too much of a shit if it’s a Yandere with an Abnormal unless the Abnormal belongs to a different Yandere as if that’s the case then people are stepping in and law enforcement will be called

Besides that, it’s very illegal if its done where minors can see you as well

As for other things, it’s actually not uncommon for someone to just be sitting in on a business call with a bunch of other people meanwhile they’re being ruthlessly fucked by their partner like they’re naked with private parts potentially on full display and no one bats an eye

Just remember to mute your microphone as it’s seen as very rude to not do so and if you’re asked a question then you’re allowed to unmute to answer it probably while moaning but afterwards you have to mute again

Plus if you’re being fucked in a video call then it might encourage other people to start getting it on with their partners and will potentially weed out the Abnormals in the workplace as they’ll be the only ones who look uncomfortable with it

Anyways I think that’s all! I’ll attempt to put out the Yandere Straw Hat thing soon but no promises! Have a good day and I hope that I was able to explain things well!

#the rain talks back #minors dni #yandere #yandere one piece #reader insert #read the trigger warnings #minor dni #Yandere Society AU #yandere smut #🌺

[thatfilthyanimal]

tw: stalking, grooming, pedophilia, sexual abuse, past suicidal thoughts

I've recently been made aware that Dupsy is still talking about me and is now going to random Megamind fans that don't know me and telling them to avoid me. I'm also aware that they're doing this in the Ruby Gillman fandom. I have no words to really describe the level of discomfort this brings me, but I will attempt.

First of all, all the "grooming" allegations were thoroughly debunked and proven to be bullshit. I can't believe I have to even say this. I'm a victim of grooming and sexual abuse myself. It's extremely traumatic and life-altering shit, and never something I would want to inflict on someone else. I feel like it should be obvious, with the measures I took in the server to ensure no child is exposed to such things. I was recently diagnosed with PTSD due to the shit that happened to me when I was growing up, and between processing that in therapy sessions and stomaching transitioning in a near-constant hostile-to-trans-people online social media hellscape, I am tired.

I love Megamind, more than anything, and this is known and obvious to anyone who's met me. This movie saved my life when I was extremely suicidal and planning to end my life back in 2010. Watching the movie when I did gave me something to focus on, a distraction, and a responsibility as a fandom member that helped distract me long enough to get out of the planning mindset I was in. Had I not seen the movie, I do not think I would have stuck around. I will leave it at that.

And moderating fandom spaces for Megamind has been lovely! I adore this fandom. The people in it are extremely talented and sweet, and just so damn nice, like by default. I say this all the time but I've never experienced another fandom space quite like it. There are usually bad eggs in fandoms, and perhaps -I- am said "bad egg" to some, but genuinely this one is special. I have always felt that way, even when the bad eggs show up and make a stink. It has always felt worth being here for, to me.

And while I hate to give Dupsy the satisfaction of knowing they hurt me, I need to be honest-- it's been rough. I stopped talking in my server, I locked up on most of my friends and stopped talking even in DMs. I still struggle with severe anxiety in the server and have talked to Dal on various occasions about transferring the server ownership to him. He's been very patient with my freakouts and super understanding, but it's still hard. This WAS a place I felt safe, for over ten years! And now it feels like any minor can just say I'm a groomer or a pedo or whatever with ZERO consequences, just because they're mad, just because these are words that make people go "oh shit" and listen, and man! It's not ok! And this coupled with the fact that trans people are often called groomers just for existing, just… man! I'm tired. I'm so tired.

There are real, severe, damaging effects to these claims being thrown around so casually. It's hurtful to me, as a victim of sexual abuse, because when I came forward to people about what happened when -I- was a minor, I was told I "wanted it" and "asked for it". It was made to be my fault that I was abused, and I internalized it for years. It nearly killed me. I cannot stress enough how important it is to not use claims like pedophilia and grooming so lightly-- these are VERY damning terms to use on people and should be reserved for people ACTUALLY HARMING OTHERS. Being mad I banned you from the server is not "abuse" and using my Customer Service Voice to be nice to you and then being obviously tired of you when you were banned is not "emotional grooming". What the actual fuck. ALSO. This was well over a year ago! Why am I still having to post about this? Why are you still TALKING about me? And yet again I ask, where the HELL are your parents?

Anyway, if you've been wondering why I've been so quiet these days and struggling to socialize… honestly? It's this. I hate that this is what did it. I know people trust and believe me, I know the fandom backs me up regularly and I appreciate them all so much for it. I see it, but I never know how to respond. You guys continue to make this fandom feel safe for me even when my entire brain is screaming to run, and I appreciate you so much for it.

Kids deserve to be trusted when they tell people they've been hurt and I hate that the recent proshipping discourse or whatever you want to call it, this culty all-or-nothing shit, has a bunch of minors growing up feeling like EVERYTHING is something to call rapey or predatory, with apparently little room to distinguish when REAL abuse is happening to them. I don't blame anyone for believing Dupsy, and it's honestly better they DO believe all unproven claims of abuse by default, just to stay safe-- but man, it has consequences that follow people, and really should not be a thing to just throw around because you're mad at someone. I just can't believe they're STILL going around and reaching out to strangers telling them to avoid me… like, what the fuck.

I will be ok, I always am eventually, but I needed to say something, because it's honestly been a while since I've said much of anything.

Keep being kind. <3

#trigger warnings in post #Megamind #Ruby Gillman #RGTK #personal #sorry if you have no idea what the heck is happening #continue scrolling its all good #but also maybe uhhhhhh avoid this minor #like a lot

[captainbobbin]

Bobbins October Drawing Challenge - day 18

- Halstarion (BaldursGate3) -

#halstarion #halsin #astarion #ursa minor #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #kiss #blood #tw #trigger warning #Once October is over I will go over the challenge pieces and pick a few to repaint up nice and pretty #I feel bad that this one is slightly sketchier than other pieces but. trying to avoid burnout on this challenge rn haha;;;;; #scars #vampire #astarion ancunin

[darnell-la]

True rumors - Eddie Munson

pairing: dark!bully!toxiceddie munson x toxic reader

warning: eddie is the bad guy, sa, hair pulling, dominating, rough sex, crying, begging, etc.

note: don’t read this story if you do not like anything to do with assault!!

WE DO NOT CONSENT FOR COPIES OF OUR STORIES!

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3rd person pov

“Why the fuck would you tell the school I fuckin’ assaulted you!?” Eddie had angrily approached y/n in the empty hallway. “Why did you tell the school you fucked me?” Y/n snapped back, making him roll his eyes.

“So this is what this is about? Couldn’t you just come to me and confront me instead of trying to ruin my reputation?” Eddie asked, trying to out himself as the victim but y/n knows what kind of man he is.

Yes, Eddie is the freak of Hawkins, but he’s not a freak you can just bully and give away with. He comes back for you. He fights back. He talks back. He’s like the bully in a freak form.

“You tried ruining mine first,” y/n said, making him chuckle. “Oh, so you’re like the rest. You think sleeping around with the freak will ruin your life?” He asked, but that’s not it. “No, I think sleeping around with random people will ruin how I feel about myself,” y/n said before shutting her locker and walking off.

“I’m not random, and I don’t think it’s too bad if we ever fuck. But I won’t accept until you get rid of your rumor,” Eddie said, making y/n laugh as he stalked behind her. “I don’t want to fuck you, Eddie. Especially after knowing what kind of man you really are,” she said.

“And what is that? It was clearly a joke, but not you’re so sensitive and preppy,” Eddie spat. “You’re telling people I fucked you, Eddie. That’s my body. It’s not sensitivity,” y/n has stopped and turned towards him.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, princess,” Eddie said. Y/n rolled her eyes as she turned around and walked away. “Tell them you lied and maybe I’ll do the same!” Eddie shouted before he walked off as well.

“Is it true? Did the freak actually touch on you?” A girl from school asked y/n as the groups surrounded her to gossip. “No, but he lied about having sex with me, so I gave him a taste of his own medicine,” Y/n said, making the girls agree with her actions.

“Good, because he’s weird anyway. I’ve seen the way he stalks you and like, I don’t know if I should say this, but like, I’ve heard he pushes you around and like tried to talk you into getting either him,” a girl said. “He must be desperate,” another one said.

“Yeah, I told Jason about that after he pushed Eddie off of me at homecoming in the halls. He kept begging for a dance then a kiss and Jason saw so he pushed him away from me,” y/n told the girls, not feeling bad about anything she was telling them.

“He’s so fuckin’ sick,” a new girl said. “Yeah, he very much is,” y/n said as she left with everyone around her before she carried on her night with drinks and maybe a few hits from her friends.

“Where is she!?” Y/n heard a familiar voice shout throughout the party. “I don’t know man,” some dude at the school replied. “Where the fuck is she!?” The familiar voice shouts again as y/n looks in the direction.

“Shit! I gotta go,” y/n said to her friends before running through the ground. “Don’t you fuckin dare!” Eddie shouted as he spotted y/n running towards the back door. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Y/n stressed as she made it to the door.

Y/n ran around the house party, passing people trying to talk to her, but she didn’t have time. She can’t confront Eddie right now. Especially not alone.

Y/n made it to her car and locked the door, knowing Eddie would probably get to her before she had the chance to take off.

“You bitch! You fuckin’ told people about that night!? I beat Jason just so he could keep his mouth shut, but you had to fuck yourself. You had to fuck me!” Eddie grew angry, knowing how everything he did looked bad.

“Look, Eds — If you didn’t do it, you’d be fine, but you did. You can’t be angry at something you did,” y/n said as she started her car. “Ima gonna ruin you, bitch,” Eddie growled in a voice she’d never heard before.

Y/n quickly backed up and pulled off to her dorms. She can’t be here anymore, and Eddie has totally lost himself. She might have to report him now that he’s showing signs of aggression.

Y/n safely made it back to her dorm room after a scary ride home. Usually, she waits for the alcohol to wear off completely. She was even going to stay over the house like some of her friends, but Eddie ruined that for her.

Y/n had taken a shower and gotten relaxed on her bed after her long day. She can still feel the alcohol in her system so she took a few pills to make her sleep better and stop her headache.

What she didn’t know was that Eddie had sat outside her dorm apartment for a couple of hours, thinking of what he wasn’t about to do.

He’s lost himself. Y/n has always played this preppy girl in school, and he hates those kinds of girls. But for some reason, he couldn’t hate y/n.

No matter how many times she’s pissed him off, he couldn’t get rid of the desire and obsession over her. Usually by any other girl, he would’ve walked passed them like he never knew them, but y/n — He can’t do it.

Eddie’s now speeding towards the from of her apartment building doors to do something he wouldn’t even regret. He thought for too long. He’s stalked y/n for so long. He’s hit on y/n for too long. It’s time to put things into action.

Y/n is currently knocked asleep. She’s so deep into her sleep that she doesn’t even hear Eddie burst into her room.

Eddie had realized that and gone quiet. He shut and locked Y/n’s door before quietly getting undressed. The beer and weed are still in his system as he stalks towards y/n sleeping body.

“Sleeping beauty doesn’t know what’s coming,” Eddie said, admiring y/n. He can’t wait to ruin her. “Alright, princess! Time to wake up,” Eddie said as he grabbed y/n, causing her to wake up.

“What the- Hey? Hey! Eddie-“ y/n realized Eddie had snuck into her room. “Save your crying, princes. No one's gonna hear you,” Eddie said as he tugged on the panicked girl's clothes.

That’s when she realized Eddie was undressed. “Eddie, get off of me!” Y/n yelled, hoping he’d see how scared she was, but he liked watching her like this. “I don’t think so, baby,” Eddie climbed on top of y/n as he turned her on her stomach.

“You’re gonna lay here and take every fuckin’ inch I give your ungrateful ass, okay? If you fight or disobey me, I’ll hurt you, and you don’t want me to hurt you, right princess? Your face is too pretty for that,” Eddie gripped a handful of y/n’s hair to look down at her face.

“Yeah, cry! Cry this one out, because I’m not holding back,” Eddie said before he ripped y/n’s cheap panties right off of her. “No!” Y/n yelled, hoping to be loud enough but Eddie pushed her face into her pillow, rejecting her cries for help.

Without wasting any time, Eddie pushed right into y/n, making sure to fill her with every inch of his huge cock. He knows he’s huge, and he’s gonna give it all to her, whether it’s what she wants or not.

“Fucking’ hell, baby. You hear that?” Eddie asked as he began to pound into the girl's now wet cunt. “Yeah, I fuckin’ know. I knew you loved being stuffed by random guys,” Eddie chuckled as a knot built up in her stomach.

“Look at the bright side, princess. At least the rumors you told about me are true now,” Eddie said before bursting into an evil laugh. “And Ima cum in you. Let’s see if that rumor goes around you slutty bitch,” Eddie said before slamming into y/n, causing everything to go dark right before she came all over him and her bed.

#18+ #18+ content #18+ fic #18+ minors dni #18+ only #18+ post #smut #pure smut #eddie the freak munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #dark!eddie munson #bully!eddie munson #trigger warning #mean!eddie munson #toxicity #cnc k!nk

[ask-the-clergy-bc]

Hello guestie, how are you? I hope you’re good!

I really like your write, and I want to know how do you think the papas would act if they were heartbroken?

I’m doing pretty ok, thanks for asking! I hope you’re having a good day!!

Oh boy, let’s see these demon popes sad! I framed this as a reader insert just to make it easier to read!

Papas x Reader heartbreak (reader is the one who broke things off.) (implied serious relationship)

Gender Neutral Reader

WARNINGS: mentions of drugs, depressed states, unhealthy coping habits

The Papas When They Are Heartbroken

Papa Nihil: The last time this man had his heart broken he ended his music career. Dramatic yes, but how can he continue after something so painful? (Even if it’s his fault!) He simultaneously becomes withdrawn emotionally but goes out of his way to distract himself. Nihil needs time to process his feelings. He doesn’t catch feelings for people easily, and he’s used to getting everything he wants. So being heartbroken is so foreign to him. Nihil will become very curt in person. He’ll give everyone short answers and not be as social. If he can avoid talking for a while he will because he’s too much in his own head. He’s practically a ghost… until he decides to start partying again . Or throw himself in some sort of activity. Anything to help numb the pain! He’ll go wild at parties, he will invest in hobbies, and do anything to keep himself occupied so he doesn’t have to think about you. It’s his escape from the daily ache!

Papa I: He’s not the most emotional man in the world, but losing you hurt more than he could put into words. Papa tends to be the most accepting of the family. Lucifer has his plans, and clearly you weren’t meant to be in his life that way. He will be very cordial and respectful to you but very, very cold. Unless you both work together he will never willingly put himself in the same room as you. Papa has to distance himself as he can’t stand to be reminded of the pain. He is the type of man to throw himself fully into work and his free time leisure’s… but the ghouls did notice he is a bit more zealous than normal with his sacrificial worship. Papa lets himself feel the pain and then uses it to make his worship stronger. Papa eventually reasons that maybe heartbreak is his punishment for not focusing on spreading Lucifer’s will… yeah, that’s it. From time to time he will even secretly check on you to make sure you’re living a good life.

Papa II: You can’t feel heartbreak if you refuse to acknowledge it! Papa refuses to admit he feels any sort of pain from your break up. He’s always been the man to swallow his emotions because, to him, they are useless and only hold him back. Papa convinces himself you were just a passing fancy and that it wasn’t going to last anyway… he totally didn’t have plans to be strongly attached to you. Papa in the ministry work day comes off as a touch more grumpier than usual. He’s always been polite yet direct, but anyone who annoys him feels his wrath more harshly. But then when the work is done, like his father, Papa throws himself into luxury. There’s no time to even consider being sad when he’s neck deep in vice! So Papa indulges in all of his favorite things; drugs, alcohol, parties, luxury goods, and all the partners that are SO HAPPY TO THROW THEMSELVES AT HIS FEET! He can have anyone he wants, so why would he dwell on you? … right? If he ever sees you in public Papa will not acknowledge you if you don’t approach him first. Ouch.

Papa III: Oh boy- a heartbroken Papa III is the most pathetic sight you will ever see. He does not take this level of rejection well. Yes, he will always honor your wishes and respect you enough to let you walk away… but it destroys him. Papa is the most guarded of his family when it comes to his true self. Under all of his charm and sociability is a man who is afraid to ever let himself be known and hurt. And you? You were supposed to be different. This was supposed to be the love he yearned for all of his life. You were the one who got past all of his walls and loved him for the true person he was!! And you ripped it to shreds. Papa has to take sick leave over it and locks himself away to where only his brothers and his personal ghouls can reach him. Papa spends the first half of his mourning barely doing anything but staring out the window and refusing to move. Eventually, he starts going back to his favorite pastimes. But it’s not the same. Papa vows to never let anyone in his heart ever again. He sometimes wonders if you will ever try and get him back. As nice as that thought is- he could never have you back.

Papa IV/Cardinal Copia: Now, Copia’s actions after really depends on whether he was hurt before or after becoming Papa. one thing is certain, he manages to take the ending amicably at first. But when he is alone he cries so hard he becomes sick. Copia is a softer man as he is very inexperienced with serious relationships. Yes, he is able to form a coup, perform satanic rituals, and do diabolical deeds without blinking. But Copia’s heart is so tender and just wants someone to love him deep down. That being said, he will respect you enough to not try and win you back or push your boundaries. Although he will be super immature in trying to show you what you’re missing!! As a Cardinal this heartbreak is one of the many things that spur him on to being Papa. It’s your loss when he’s finally Papa and you won’t be there to enjoy it with him!! And if he’s already Papa, he does everything to show off THAT HE’S TOTALLY LIVING HIS BEST LIFE WITHOUT YOU!! Copia doesn’t need you to be happy, he’ll show you!!

#the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost headcanons #reader insert #papa emeritus i #papa emeritus ii #papa Nihil #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia #minor trigger warning #minor triggers #drug use #depression #break up #heartbreak #reader break up

[wildflowercryptid]

something that's been weighing on my mind ever since learning about the situation with ezra / toonimal is seeing how these predators will take the active hostility that is frequently directed towards minors in online spaces to their advantage and use it to prey on vulnerable children. i think that we as adults in online fandom should probably come together and maybe rethink the language / manner we go about interacting with kids bc clearly the way things are rn is causing active harm.

like obviously, if you're an adult and aren't comfortable with minors interacting with you or your content, you should be allowed to set that boundary and should be vocal about it, ( especially if the content you create isn't safe for them to consume. ) but i don't think talking to them like they're a blight on all that is good and holy is the way to go about it. maybe just saying you're an 18 plus account will suffice, you don't have to tell them to fuck off.

#i'm opening myself up for ppl to leave the stupidest takes on this post but whatever i need to get this off my mind #before anyone says anything about the kids on that website. they're grooming victims. they're literally kids being taken advantage of #show them some fucking kindness and be understanding that they're the victims in this situation #idk what it is about becoming an adult that causes so many ppl to lose their empathy towards minors it's weird #like yeah kids can be annoying and pushy on online spaces sometimes but a lot of them are old enough to know online etiquette lbr #alot of us were annoying kids on the internet at some point we should understand that you don't just. get a handbook for how to act online #that's shit you learn overtime but ppl seem to forget that #they also seem to forget that talking down to kids isn't gonna teach them shit they're not gonna listen to you if you treat them like idiots #what i'm trying to say is that we really need to talk to minors more respectfully and maybe give them a little grace #( obviously there will be situations where some of them need to be yanked up by the collar but there's ways to go about that >>> #without treating them like shit ) #these kids need to know that there's spaces for them to be online safely without having to stumble into places that'll pray on them #we all know how much it sucked to be a kid online we should want better for the ones coming in after us ya know #sorry if this comes across as preachy it just breaks my heart and boils me blood to see kids being taken advantage of like this #especially when there's ways to prevent it idk #how do i even tag this.... #mj.txt #there's trigger warning on the linked post btw #tw csa mention

[crows-of-buckets]

"Khaenri'ah, huh? You sure know a lot! The legacy of Khaenri'ah is long gone. The sinners are all that's left, and they're not worth mentioning."

Time lapse below the cut

#Kaeya #kaeya alberich #genshin impact #My art #Tw blood #tw minor injury #tw minor gore #Tw knife #If I missed any trigger warnings please lmk

[splinnters]

ninjatober day one: origins

tw eye strain and blood

you should see the other guy

#had to draw my babies for this one #also like minor teaser for my next fic even though I didn’t try to #tw blood #tw eye strain #ninjatober #ninjago #kai smith #nya smith #ninjago fanart #smith siblings #splintered art #please let me know if I need to tag the trigger warnings a different way or if I need to hide the image thank you!!

[everlasting-rainfall]

I'm imaging a platonic version of your pages au with Whitebeard...

Maybe the book is about found family with a "larger than life" pirate who adopts the MC and Whitebeard reads it during his medical appointments and believes it's about him and his "new daughter", so he tracks down the author and abducts her so she can join her new family.

Any thoughts? 👀

OH MY GOD, THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I ADORE PLATONIC YANDERE’S LIKE THEY MAKE ME 🎆🎇🎆!! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!

Thank you so much for sending this ask in, dearie!! I’ll make sure that it’s a lot of fun to read!! And for any of you reading this, feel free to send in some more stuff about platonic yandere’s especially if it’s Familial Yandere’s!

God, I love it so much!! It’s so freaking cute!!

Anyways before I start exploding like fireworks sprayed with a flamethrower, let’s get into it! Shall we?

I hope this is what you want! Also keep in mind that there’s no romance here, it’s all Platonic!!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

Delusions, Kidnapping, Getting Heavily Babied, Character Death, Spoilers for Marineford, No Chance of Escape, Trapped Forever

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!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

Okay so let’s say that the books are still about romance like there’s still the Pirate versus Marine love story but you decided to take a break from writing about that story to focus on something else like maybe you wrote a new book in the series

And this book entirely focuses on the main character getting separated from the love interests like maybe there was an accident at sea that made the MC fall overboard and they wind up being found by like this other group

This group takes them in and they’re kinda hostile at first but they become more trusting and caring over time eventually deciding to basically adopt the MC into the group as like the youngest sibling to the parent of the group

It doesn’t last forever though as at the end of the book, there’s a tearful goodbye between the main character as they’ve been found by the pirate and the marine so they have to return to their old life, a promise is made to not forget them and the group even helps the main character and their friends escape some pursuing enemies

End on a note of the parental figure of the group watching as the main character vanishes into the distance with their love interests and quietly saying “May you always find happiness, my dear son/daughter” or something to that extent

So with enough time, this book eventually lands in the hands of Whitebeard like let’s say that Marco got it for him to keep him from getting bored during his medical appointments and he appreciates the gift from his son so I’d say that he reads it

Like he’s sitting there getting a check up for his health and at first, he’s a little bored especially as he has no clue what’s going on due to this being a book later on in the series but he does know that he doesn’t like the Pirate or the Marine as they both seem annoying to him

He was about to put the book down and never touch it again but figured that he had about an hour left on the appointment so he might as well keep reading so he does getting to the part where the MC meets the group and gets taken in

Now he’s getting a bit interested and so he keeps reading getting more and more interested, he’s actually smiling quite a bit when the Main Character gets adopted into the group as the youngest sibling but when he finally reaches the end of the book and finds out that the Main Character leaves with the two characters that he finds annoying

God, you practically see the despair in his eyes…

His hopes perk up a little when he reads that the group arrives to save the Main Character and the two annoying ones (his words, not mine) from an enemy as he thinks that the leader of the group might take the MC back telling the two of them to get lost

But instead, the MC sails off into the distance and Whitebeard is left staring at the final sentence of the book alongside the illustration of the leader of the group looking off into the sunset

He can’t stand the idea of this and when he finds out this is a series of books, he remains somewhat hopeful that maybe the MC will go back to the group to be part of their family again so he asks Marco to buy the other books in the series when they reach a new island

Marco does of course and gives them to Whitebeard so now anytime that he’s bored or getting a medical appointment, he picks up one of the books and starts reading in hopes that what he wants will happen but alas… No such thing happens…

Throughout the books, there is brief mention of the group but they never appear again as maybe that book didn’t do too well with the audience that primarily reads your books or you just didn’t wanna include them again

The MC never goes back to the group, it’s enough to make this poor old man’s heartbreak and when he sees who the MC wound up with in the end it’s just about enough to make him want to get rid of these books

He almost does too like he was this close to ripping them up but instead he sees one last thing that makes him stop, he looks at the back of the book and sees your picture thanking your readers for the support along with telling them that you’re going to move onto other things but he doesn’t care much for that as he keeps staring at the picture

Is it just him or do you look just like how he envisioned the Main Character to look?

And now that he really thinks about it too… Is it just him or did the group seem eerily similar to the Whitebeard Pirates?

I mean the right hand man is a bird and the group leader is described as being as big as a whale plus a gun slinging cross dresser, a cook with a pompadour, and a narcoleptic with fire powers? There’s no way

He goes back and reads the book that introduced to the series and he sees even more similarities however whether they’re actually there or not is up to you but lord knows that it’s unintentional if it’s true

With this, Whitebeard basically has a lightbulb go off in his head as it’s clear to him now that you’re the youngest member of their family and he needs to go find you as clearly you’re in an unhappy relationship and just want to come home to Pops and your brothers

Well don’t worry as Pops is coming and he’s bringing the family who with some brief convincing have wound up just as deluded as Whitebeard is as they all really think that you’re some kind of lost member of their family

It’s gonna take a while to find you like I’d give it about a week at the least but a month at the most, he’s coming for you and it’s not like anyone can stop him as no matter what island you’re living on and no matter who it belongs to, he’s still coming

When he finds where you are, prepare to be almost immediately hauled off back to the ship with your screams and thrashes being shushes like you’re some kind of child throwing a temper tantrum

“We’re here to help you, stop thrashing!!” “Don’t you recognize us, *MC’s Name*?! We’re your family!!” “Quit screaming already, we’re taking you home!!”

Literally no matter what you do, there’s no chance once they’ve found you as you’ll be hauled back to the ship like you’re some kind of treasure then once they’re done on the island they’ll be sailing out into open waters so even if there was a chance now there’s -10000% chance of escape

Chances are that a big party is going to be held on the ship in celebration of you finally being back with them even though you were never here in the first place, everyone’s having the time of their lives though and no one is listening when you try to ask to be set free

You attempt to jump overboard and swim to safety while no one looks but I’d like to see you try as you’ll likely be found before you can even get close to the edge and if you do make it then you’ll be pulled up within seconds

You’re going absolutely nowhere and the only thing that you can convince them of is to at least use your real name when they talk to you

Honestly as well, something in me says that you should prepare to be babied as you’re the youngest sibling and you can’t even fight plus they haven’t seen you in so long like Whitebeard claims you were like that big when he last saw you

Like imagine going from a life of independence and doing things on your own to never being left alone and having people do a lot for you like you aren’t even allowed near the stove as you might burn yourself according to Thatch

You should just let them take care of everything for you now, they’ll take good care of you and someday when they deem that you can get married then they’ll help you find a suitable person that they approve of and who treats you right

You’re allowed to do some things for yourself like bathroom stuff and getting changed but other than that, it’s honestly a wonder to you that they don’t also have you wearing footie pajamas with a pacifier in your mouth considering the way that they treat you

Even if you attempt to bring up your problems with this to Pops and request to leave, Whitebeard will simply say that he’ll think about it but always he’ll get back to you under an hour and tell you no as you’re staying like this plus you’re not going anywhere

Why would you want to go anywhere anyways? They can give you everything that you’ve ever wanted or needed right here on the Moby Dick, you should be really grateful that they’re doing this for you as they found you and rescued you after all this time

I wouldn’t recommend trying to raise a big stink about wanting to leave either as it’ll likely just be seen as a temper tantrum by the Whitebeard Pirates which will just get you an early nap time like imagine being scooped up in this man’s hand and forced to take a long nap on his chest because clearly you’re fussy from sleepiness

Now you might think that you have a chance of getting away when you hear that Whitebeard dies and the Whitebeard Pirates get scattered by Blackbeard like you definitely feel sympathy for them but this could also be your chance at freedom

Yeah, no sorry… Marco is definitely not letting you go ever after what happened like you’re on such a short leash that it’s practically non-existent like hell, I can see him legitimately child leashing you in public…

Also dating and getting married someday is completely out the window now like if someone takes even the slightest interest in you, Marco is going to scare them off so there’s no chance for you to ever escape

Your fate was sealed the exact moment that Whitebeard picked up one of your books, you’re his youngest child and you’re not leaving your family ever even when he’s gone…

The family will be together forever even if they have to put you on a child leash…

#minors dni #yandere #yandere one piece #the rain talks back #reader insert #pages au #read the trigger warnings #one piece #yandere male #platonic yandere #Familial Yandere #Yandere Whitebeard #Platonic Yandere Whitebeard #Platonic Yandere Whitebeard Pirates

[yuriko-mukami]

Feathers So Vicious by Liv Zander

Part 1

The autumn semester hasn't been the best for me since I got this terrible cold... and now, I can't go to school. So, I've been staying home and reading some books.

This new book just came out, and Ruki was kind enough to get it for me. I'm so excited! It's about a high-ranking young woman, Galantia, who has lived a rather sheltered life. Now, she is traveling to meet her future husband, an arranged marriage, mind you. But she's willing... So, it isn't that bad, right? Anyway, she never gets there because the raven shifter people are at war with her father and they kidnap her to gain some advantages.

It's supposed to be a dark romancy, so... let's do this! We'll see if it has that gothic vibe I love so much! Hehee~

Oh my gosh!

I didn't expect the book to be this hot. Yes, you heard me right! These men! They are baddies, I'm telling you! But they are also so... OH MY GOSH!

One of them, Malyr, can use shadows as he pleases... and oh boy... He used them to... to... slip under the hem of Galantia and touch her... you know... private places! Gosh... And since they were in the dining hall, she couldn't say a thing! Oh my...

This war is terrible. I feel so sorry for the raven people who are discriminated against because of their nature, because they are different. And for me, it seems Galantia's father is a hateful and greedy man.

Of course, it can be that there are different sides of this man, different ways to see this war. I must read further to figure this all out.

Oh, I didn't expect this turn of events!

There is this other guy, Sebian. He caught Galantia in the library, staring at what Malyr was doing with another woman. Sebian, he... covered Galantia's mouth and made her squirm... Oh, I love the way he talks to Galantia...

"Spread your legs, sweet thing." "Hmm? Are you going to be a good girl and be so quiet?"

"Give into it. Come for me, Galantia."

"There we go. That's my good girl, moaning my name so nicely."

"Does that feel good, sweetheart?"

Her cherry hasn't even been popped yet, but I can't wait for Sebian to do it! Oh, I hope it will be Sebian. Not the other man, not Malyr. He used a knife to cut Galantia, and even though his shadows are hot, I can't make myself like the man. But Sebian... I think he's perfect for Galantia.

📖 Yuriko

#yuriko's reading diary #yuriko mukami #liv zander #feathers so vicious #book spoilers #diabolik oc #diabolik lovers oc #(( somehow i find it fitting for yuriko to write a reading diary )) #(( so here we go )) #(( not sure if i make this regular )) #(( but at least for this one time for funsies )) #(( if you get inspired to read the book )) #(( it's not for minors or sensitive people )) #(( check out the trigger warnings before purchasing it ))

[afishintheamethystsea]

Fade to Green Part II

Part I

Series Summary: Vaena Velaryon, Rhaenyra's firstborn daughter, becomes the lover of Queen Alicent, who intends to keep her by any means necessary.

Pairings: Alicent Hightower/OFC, Aemond Targaryen/OFC

Warnings/Tags: dead dove do not eat, smut, incest, yandere, porn with a pinch of plot, grooming maybe?, ofc is of age tho, drunk sex, spanking, power dynamics, body worship, oral, betrayal, ofc is morally questionable because this is game of thrones goddamnit, angst, Velaryons are black, ofc is either white or white passing, dubious if ofc is Laenor's or Daemond's child, breeding kink, hand feeding, period typical sexism, period typical homophobia, threats of violence.

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: This chapter is pretty Aemond-centric

"Eyes closed, both by blade, falling into the seven hells blind, his widow will not mourn him, but will join soon after."

Those were the new cryptic words Helaena kept repeating. Vaena was no different than anyone else in the family when it came to listening to her, if she did, she might have clued in that Helaena's words were prophetic. She was too consumed by thoughts of her engagement and her affair.

"We are to be sisters soon." Helaena spoke, more lucid now. Vaena smiled.

"Yes, I am excited. You feel like a sister to me already. I cannot wait for our children to play together."

Helaena said nothing, looking away, seeming distressed, for whatever reason, it made Vaena's heart drop down to her stomach. It wasn't like a rejection, it was like she knew a terrible truth.

"Are you alright?" Vaena asked. She wanted to reach out and touch her, but she knew Helaena didn't like to be touched by many people, one of the exceptions being Aemond. She reflected on Aemond's gentleness with his sister when he was severe in every other part of life, hoping that she might receive some of the same affection when she became his wife.

Helaena started back up repeating those cryptic words from earlier.

When Vaena was getting measured for her gown, Alicent was in the room, making all the decisions and saying exactly how she felt about the fabrics and the structure of the gown. She feigned frustration, dismissing the seamstresses from the room temporarily so it was just her and Vaena, and Vaena was in nothing but a corset and some small clothes.

"Is everything alright, my queen?"

"Yes, they're doing a fine job, but I wanted a moment with you." Alicent approached her future daughter in law, her lover, tucking a silver curl behind her ear. Vaena stood on a pedestal, her chest at Alicent's eye level, making it hard for her queen to maintain a sense of propriety.

"If these get any larger, I'll have to insist you retire all those enticing dresses and wear something more modest." Alicent told her. She knew Vaena's already soft and womanly body would fill out even more. Between her and Aemond, Vaena wouldn't want for admiration and pleasure, even as the eyes of men at court would start to turn in the direction of a willowy young maiden who had just flowered.

"I don't think a high neckline will do much to hide their shape, my queen." Vaena played into her queen's flirtation, inhaling deeply so her chest would expand and encroach Alicent's line of sight even more. "And wouldn't you like to look at them at your convenience, make a terribly boring day at court more pleasing?"

"If I got everything I wanted, you wouldn't be wearing clothes and you'd be confined to my chambers."

Vaena blushed, disappointed that Alicent had the restraint to not lift her breasts from her corset and suck on them. She was unable to stop herself from stealing glances even after the seamstresses returned. Even when Alicent approved of a concept for a wedding gown, Vaena was more attentive to Alicent than she was to the gown.

If she had cared to pay more attention, she might have noticed the message that green embroidery overtaking a white, Valyrian style wedding gown would send to the realm.

Even on her wedding day, she was more focused on the loss she felt with her family not being present, having abandoned her with a lack of letters. Vaena maintained composure, even though her mind had plenty of time to stew on the topic as her hair was braided and adorned with emerald jewels, today was not the day to cry.

When Aemond saw his bride enter the sept, he was in awe of her beauty. Green suited her silver hair and violet eyes. Her womanly body, silhouetted by the daylight outside the sept, suited the quiet opulence and loud message of her gown and emerald jewels that glimmered as she walked down the aisle, she would be given away by Aegon, seeing as her father was dead. She was not only surrendering herself to him as his wife today, she, the firstborn daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, was declaring her surrender to King Aegon II. The Blacks would hear about this betrayal, they would have lost the precious blood of a Valyrian woman. With Helaena by Aegon's side and soon Vaena by his, Aemond knew it would further legitimize The Greens in the eyes of the realm, Rhaenyra and her Strong boys hadn't a chance in the court of public opinion.

When they exchanged vows, Vaena kept unflinching eye contact, looking at him as if he had two eyes and was unscarred. Aemond was overcome with desire for his bride, she was perfect and eager in a way Aemond believed was above someone like him, a second son, a man with one eye.

And there would be no one to gawk and grope during the bedding ceremony, he remembered being powerless to stop what happened to Helaena on her wedding night, the late King Viserys had a kingsguard restrain him when he tried to attack a man who grabbed his sister. He wasn't untouched by women or an especially pious man, but the vile nature of men of a lower station treating a princess, especially one as fair and pure as his sister, like a common whore made him see red. He'd ban the barbaric ceremony if he were King, but Aegon had no interest in getting rid of the tradition.

During the wedding feast, Vaena noticed that Aemond was vigilant of their surroundings. He did not drink more than a cup of wine, declining servants' offers for it to be refilled. He put no such restrictions on Vaena, new brides benefitted from being mellowed with wine. She maintained a warm demeanor throughout their wedding feast, Aemond would whisper observations about the guests in her ear that would make her laugh, they leaned towards each other in their seats, and Vaena's warm smiles proved contagious to her husband.

Alicent watched the newlyweds. She had hoped and prayed to see Aemond this happy on his wedding day with a beautiful bride who reacted to him the way Vaena did. She supposed she got her wish, but at the price of seeing her lover look at another affectionately and at the price of knowing she pawned off a woman she had in her bed to her own son. If the marriage was successful, Alicent hoped it would assuage her guilt.

When she congratulated them, Vaena embraced her, almost as if a daughter would her mother if she hadn't just slightly pressed her chest against hers, a hidden message of sensuality no one but them could detect.

As the night drew on, the imminence of the bedding drew closer. Vaena looked at her husband expectantly through heavy lidded eyes.

"You won't let Larys Strong touch me, will you?" Vaena spoke with dulled inhibitions, thinking how awful it would be for such a rat to get to touch her before her husband.

"I'd be willing to gut every man here, but I've devised a plan that would spare you the indignity of having to see such violence." Aemond reassured her. "Ser Criston will be creating a diversion so that we might make it out of this wedding feast with our clothes intact." Aemond whispered in her ear.

"Thank you." Vaena said, her eyes now on his lips, thin and sharp, not at all like his mother's. There wasn't really anything about him that was like his mother, his features severe and wholly those of a Valyrian man.

Vaena watched Ser Criston carefully, wondering what his plan was. She noticed that he was basically shepherding the high lords, moving the crowd around with social graces until a most explosive confrontation between the young Lords Horus Tyrell and Edmond Frey was orchestrated. The two lords were frought enemies, Edmond had taken Horus' cousin, Wynona Tyrell, as his wife and she was found dead after a year of being unable to produce an heir, Horus swore to the Gods he knew his cousin was murdered. There had been significant effort to keep House Tyrell and House Frey separate, an effort Ser Criston intentionally sabotaged.

Horus drew his sword and chaos ensued, all eyes were on the spectacle. Noble ladies screamed in terror, Aegon reveled in the spectacle, making no orders to stop it.

"That would be our cue, wife." Aemond whispered in her ear before taking her hand and leading her opposite of where the crowd was gawking and through a door utilized by the cooks and cupbearers that supplied the festivities.

They ran through the kitchens and out the door that'd take them to the direction of his chamber. Aemond wrapped his arm around her skirts, picking her up and carrying her the rest of the way.

"Your plan is going to get one of those men killed!" Vaena scolded. Aemond smirked.

"Did I not tell you earlier that I would kill every man there to keep you untouched?" Aemond sealed the rhetorical question with a kiss on his wife's soft lips reddened with wine and sensuous blood that tinged her cheeks as well.

Upon arriving to their chambers, Aemond set her down and sprung into action.

"Lock the door." Aemond ordered. Vaena did so, watching her husband drag a heavy bookcase in front of the door for extra reassurance.

"Excellent idea." Vaena said. "I told the queen that I wouldn't let you leave these chambers until I was with child." Vaena rubbed her hands around the planes of Aemond's chest and shoulders. "She wants a little army of grandchildren."

"That, I think, we can arrange." Aemond having no qualms with the idea, sealed the agreement with a kiss. If Vaena were as fertile and wanton as her mother, the realm would be so overrun with little Targaryens that Westerosi houses would start to turn Valyrian, House Tyrell looked particularly appealing for such a plot and as of tonight there'd potentially be one less Tyrell in line for the lordship.

Vaena slipped her tongue into her husband's mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck, Aemond made sure to keep her balanced, seeing as she was clumsy with wine, her body had a satisfying weight in his arms, whether he was carrying her or holding her upright.

Aemond turned her around and undid her wedding gown, thankful the garment was fairly simple. When stripped to her smallclothes, he removed the emerald ornaments in her hair, which proved harder than the gown, Vaena eventually joined in to speed up the process of letting her curls free. Aemond made short work of her smallclothes, unlacing her corset and peeling off her chemise to reveal her nude form, one as exquisite as Aemond imagined it would be.

Vaena set to work on her husband's clothes, he had not dressed much more formal for his wedding save for some extra embroidery and more green. She struggled to undress her husband as he smoothed his hands up and down her nude flesh, getting her warm and pliant for her marriage bed. What she revealed was a slender, sinewy body with a crop of coarse white-blond hair on his chest and surrounding his cock, which sprung eagerly from the confines of his smallclothes. Vaena kneeled down at the sight of it, she had never seen an adult man's cock, but her husband's had a meatiness to it that didn't match the rest of him and was practically begging to have a mouth wrapped around it.

"No." Aemond stopped her. "You can suck my cock as much as you please when you're with child, but I have no intentions of letting my seed go to waste while you still have an empty womb."

Her husband was right, as disappointed as she was, all the more reason for her to get with child as soon as possible.

Aemond, however, made sure she was on her back, her thighs pushed back until her knees were on either side of her shoulders so he could devour her pussy. He wasn't as good as his mother, but he still brought her to climax multiple times, telling her it would make her womb more receptive to his seed.

"Wait, you're not fully naked yet, husband."

Before Aemond realized what she meant, Vaena reached up to remove his eyepatch, revealing the sparkling sapphire it concealed. She gasped, Aemond thought out of horror until she told him otherwise.

"You're striking." She pet his hair to reassure him.

It was enough to make Aemond snake his way up her body, kissing and nipping her belly and breasts, until his cock stood ready against her cunt and kept intense eye contact with his bride, as though to test to see if she really thought the sapphire in his eye socket was truly bearable to look at.

Just as he was about to penetrate her, there was excited chattering outside their bedchamber. Aemond paused, the crowd made him feel anxiety about his performance.

"Fuck, of course they're going to crowd around outside the door." Aemond hissed quietly, more to himself than to Vaena.

"Well, let's give them a little show." Vaena's eyes lit up and a sultry grin curled her lips. "Oh gods, Aemond, I don't know if it'll fit inside of me!"

Aemond's pupils dilated, he was both aroused and blindsided at his new wife's boldness, a string of precum dripped onto her swollen pussy lips.

"Don't worry, it should only hurt for a moment, you're so wet for me." Aemond said, looking deeply into her eyes before filling her completely.

"Seven hells!" Vaena cried out. "It hurts but it feels so good."

Aemond groaned at the sight of her virginal blood being diluted by her arousal. "You're even lovelier than I expected." Aemond groaned. "You're so tight."

When Vaena hoped Aemond would burn brightly in their marriage bed, she hadn't expected it to be quite like this. It was wildly different from when she pleasured her queen, there was something more primal about the way her body responded to Aemond, an instantaneous heat and need that made Vaena understand why incest was the norm of their families.

With every needy, desperate thrust of Aemond's, equally desperate sounds poured from Vaena's soft lips. The intrusive crowd outside wanted a show, they were getting one, but not the one they expected of a fair maiden being horrified by a man with one eye.

"I hope your seed takes right now, the very first time having me, taking my maidenhead." Vaena made no effort to hold back her desire.

"If we're fortunate, we might have twins like my brother and sister did." Aemond played along, feeling her cunt grip even tighter around him at the suggestion of twins.

"I would want nothing more, except maybe triplets, should the gods be so generous to provide them."

When Aemond filled her with his seed, the pair of them cried out, Vaena's thighs squeezed by instinct, unrelenting for several minutes as their cries softened into panting, Aemond's softening cock was sensitive to his wife's cunt fluttering around it, trying to milk every last drop of seed, her powerful thighs, thighs of a dragonrider, kept him locked in place, his seed having time to settle into her, less would be wasted on their sheets.

"I didn't think my little brother had it in him." Aegon could be heard from behind the door. Aemond eye rolled at the comment, much to Vaena's amusement.

When the crowd eventually left, Vaena settled into Aemond's arms, spent and sated as he was.

"You still had your maidenhead." Aemond said very matter of factly.

"Of course I still had my maidenhead, I hadn't been with a man before you."

"They can be destroyed with fingers, some maesters even claim they can break while a woman's on horseback or dragonback, but that's heavily debated."

"Your mother refused to do anything with me that would break my maidenhead." Vaena told Aemond truthfully. "Not even a finger."

"My mother is a wise woman. Which is why I was surprised to find you two in bed together. She looked happy in a way I never saw her happy with Viserys, so I kept it to myself until I was told I would be marrying you."

"I hope you would not deprive her now that we are married."

"As long as you do not take another lover and make yourself available to me, I see no reason why you shouldn't entertain my mother." He set clear boundaries and Vaena did not object to them.

A couple hours before dawn, a sleepless Alicent, curiosity overriding her better judgement, decided to make use of the servant's corridors to check on Vaena and Aemond, peaking through a slight crack in the door.

The newlyweds were spent, sleeping, Vaena was possessively wrapped in Aemond's arms as his superior height formed something of a cradle for his wife to settle into, their bodies flush against each other as they slept on their sides, and Aemond was without his eyepatch, his sapphire eye catching the moonlight. She smiled to herself before returning back to her own chambers where she would sleep restlessly alone while the newlyweds still acquainted themselves in their marriage bed.

Aemond was woken up by a loud sound. He rose from his warm bed, prying himself from his sweet wife before throwing on a silk green robe to conceal his nude body. The sound came from the window, where he went to investigate and saw an unexpected sight.

"I don't think I have ever seen you up this early, brother." Aemond called down. He had not fastened his robe with enough care, his chest was exposed and his voice was still thick with sleep.

"The maesters need to confirm the purity of the bride. They won't shut up about it and decided it was my problem." Aegon informed his brother with the understanding that he was a nuisance and not in the way he generally made himself to be a nuisance.

Aemond collected the bloodstained bedsheet, trying not to stir his wife awake, and hung it out the window using two heavy objects to pin the corners down to the window sill.

"Proof enough, brother?" Aemond hissed, turning away from the window as the king laughed from below.

"Now put a babe in her cunt before her whore mother thinks to take her back. Your king commands it!"

As crude as the king put it, Aemond knew that Rhaenyra would have no qualms wedding her despoiled daughter to some traitorous house, House Stark immediately coming to mind. Aegon was right, it was imperative to get Vaena with child.

"Who's shouting so loudly at such an early hour?" Vaena asked groggily, approaching the window in a nightgown and robe she had just thrown on for modesty's sake, her mess of curls showing off just how well she had been fucked the night before.

"Sweet sister, marriage agrees with you." Aegon flattered her.

"Thank you, your grace. What brings you to our window?" Vaena rubbed her eyes, sleepily leaning on Aemond.

"Your king requires a host of nieces and nephews."

"Then I shall tear your brother away from this window and return him to our marriage bed." Vaena laughed, grabbing Aemond and dragging him back to bed... where they proceeded to sleep for a few hours more before getting back to work on making new princes and princesses.

Vaena made a risky decision and decided to lick up his scar and just before her tongue touched his sapphire, her tongue rounded around his eye socket. Aemond hadn't expected to like that as much as he did, he couldn't hold back a moan, his cock grew painfully hard and he felt a richness at the back of his throat. His eye still hurt him physically sometimes, but it seemed the area was just as sensitive to pleasure as it was to pain.

When he took her that morning, he took her from the back like a dragon would, showing little restraint and receiving no pushback as he fucked her with the ferocity of a dragon.

"You'll be the most beautiful woman in all the seven kingdoms when you're heavy with child. The realm will know you're mine." Rhaenyra was known for having chubby, healthy babies, most of them boys, Aemond hoped Vaena took after her mother in this regard.

He was steadily coming to the conclusion that Rhaenyra's scandalous behavior probably had little to do with her and more to do with the fact her father and her late husband were unwilling to tame her, and now she was in the arms of Daemon fucking Targaryen.

It would be a difficult task, but he could right the sins of his father using his beautifully wanton granddaughter.

After topping her cunt up with more of his seed, Vaena's stomach let out a loud growl. Aemond promptly had breakfast sent up, removing the book case blocking the door and putting his eyepatch back on while they waited. To their surprise, breakfast came with a tiered tray of sweets and pastries, all of Vaena's favorites, and a handwritten note of congratulations from Alicent. Vaena quickly ate the more substantive parts of her breakfast and had no trouble sampling the desserts.

"No wonder you're so soft, you have quite the sweet tooth."

"Am I too plump?" Vaena asked, a little self conscious.

"Not at all." Aemond answered, surprised by the question. She had more weight to her than other maidens at court, but such a fine shape that it added to her beauty. "Before we were wed, after a long day of training and assisting my brother and the hand with running the realm, there was not an idea in my mind so alluring as a soft bed with a soft wife."

He thought of a whore Aegon had forced upon him when they were younger who had heavy tits leaking milk, sealing a specific preference in women he had yet to develop. He thought of Helaena as she filled out after having her three children and how he wished he could have been the one to father them. He thought of how he wrapped his hand around his shaft the night before his wedding, thinking of how beautiful Vaena would look riding him, her tits so full and round and she was just a maiden.

As if she read his mind, she mounted him like a dragon, telling him that if he didn't want her figure reduced from her exertion in their wedding bed, he had best feed her the rest of her sweets as she rode him.

Over the days the pair had to each other, Vaena had proved herself hypnotically wanton and Aemond proved himself capable of keeping up. Aemond took great pain in prying himself from his marriage bed to return to his princely duties, only having the willpower to attend to them when Vaena promised she would cater to his whims when night fell.

#fanfic #smut #all the trigger warnings #aemond targaryen x oc #aemond targaryen #alicent hightower x oc #alicent hightower #house of the dragon #dead dove do not eat #yandere #minors dni #my stuff

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Double whammy of the Sam with a 10 year age difference having a conniption cause Tara is trying to go around sleeping with random guys

Sam was NOT prepared for handling a teenager, let alone a teenager with PTSD. She's barely feels like an adult herself, and only two years after finally getting her mother out of their lives, her little sister is nearly killed, all because of her.

Tara's 14 (&3/4) when Amber and Ritchie try to kill her in this AU, so let's not try and make that too 😬... hmm, got it.

In the aftermath, she does not cope well.

Tara's always had moments where she's chafed against Sam's authority, where she's been distant, especially since she became her legal guardian, but nothing like this. Sometimes it feels like Amber had managed to kill Tara after all, and she's left trying to care for a ghost. Sam wishes she could kill her all over again... and again, and again, for the rest of eternity, for the anguish she's caused her girl.

The attack at the hospital and again at Amber's only makes her injuries worse. In the end, it takes her leg 4 months to heal, and she was confined to the bed full-time for a month, with another month of being confined mostly to her bed. Needless to say, she doesn't cope well. Tara's not a baby anymore, and she can't stand to be coddled, can't stand the reminder that she isn't like the other girls in her class. She can't stand the fact she can't even dress and undress herself in this state. Can't stand to think of Amber.

And the pain, it's constant, it's everywhere, in her body, in her heart, in her head. The only time she's somewhat happy these days is under the influence of the painkillers that leave her floating between awake and asleep, where everything is fine and good. Sam can't bear to see her sister in this state, drugged up and absent. It's the only time she sees her sister smile anymore, and it hurts. But it's the only thing that keeps her going, and Tara's constantly in pain, so she keeps refilling the prescription. Later, she'll wish she was stronger, she'll wish she had listened to the part of her that said something was off. But Sam's never listening to herself, to anyone, over her sister.

Tara takes painkillers long after she needs them, and eventually, they stop providing the void she's always searching for. So she finds other options. Tara's newly 17 and lying beneath some guy, drugged out of her mind, in the basement of someone's house. They'd been making out for what felt like hours, when she felt his hand slip down her trousers, and then her sister had stormed into the room, throwing fists. What happens after that is as foggy as what came before that.

They move to New York.

Apparently, Sam is best friends with Gale fucking Weathers these days, because Sam gets a job with her, and that job apparently comes with an apartment. Tara finishes her school career online, in the corner of a studio or in a dressing room or the back of a news van, wherever Sam or Gale go, Tara is stuck being dragged around by them. She knows why. She's not stupid. She kind of hates Sam for it. She hates herself more for thinking such a thing, for being so weak.

She still has her vices, despite it all Sam never took her privacy from her. So Tara still has seedy chats and pictures and videos to distract herself with when she's feeling empty. It feels good to be loved, adored, for a little while. She can't bear to expose the emptiness inside of her to Sam, can't bring herself to talk about what happened to the therapists, to talk about Amber. Or the things she said, the things she did.

She's nearly 18 when they're attacked again. Ethan, Sam's clumsy assistant with the sweet smile and who always had a kind word for Tara, and their neighbour, Quinn, who liked variety in her men. Some of those men had little brothers she would introduce to Tara. They're Ritchie's family, and they want revenge.

Tara begins sleeping around as a coping mechanism after that. She won't go back to the drinking, and the drugs, she doesn't want to do that to Sam again. Her sister already has so much going on, she doesn't want to add to that. It doesn't even occur to her how much this would hurt her as well.

#/mp #ask box #Sam Carpenter #Tara Carpenter #my writing tag #AU: fog in my head & smoke in my lungs #AU: fuck around and find out #AU: five years late #trigger warning -> substance abuse #back on my painkiller addiction bullshit you know it was gonna get in there somewhere #tara was in therapy the entire time but she just refuses to cooperate. you can't help someone who's not ready to be helped. #but eventually they have an explosive confrontation that just has tara breaking down and telling sam everything. everything. it's a start. #Gale DOESN'T write about Sam being a killer because she knows straight up their family life is so fucked and she's so concerned with Tara #~ quinn who became somewhat of an amber substitute ~ #i'm implying ritchie -> amber -> tara horrifying implication pipeline #had to make some minor adjustments to this post because I fucked up Tara's age (15 instead of 14) and started writing it like the gap was 5