#the elmo on fire gif is me

[ravarui]

// @alyafae @fortislumen @ppctts and me on our way to support and hype up each others posts like:

#look it's me! - ooc #mun talks #alyafae #fortislumen #ppctts #Everyday we stray further from god - crack #//THE OG SQUAD EVERYONE #//-insert elmo on fire gif- #//Gin forced me to do this post

[flamingostalker]

Everybody say “thank you weird man”💖🫡

#personal #sorry freak momence but he has made me feel like elmo in that fire #thank you mr darby for your brain it speaks to me #I’m not even that weird and actually I would love to get weirder

[lr-jiwon]

◜ᴅᴜʀᴀɴᴛᴇ ᴇʟ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴏ 'ɢᴀʏ ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ'◞

"¿Tu también quieres?" Ofrece con suave sonrisa en su rostro. Último modelo ha continuado camino, siguiendo a multitud, por lo que ahora esta frente a elle. "Tengo diamantina normal, estrellas y demás formas." No se molesta en especificar, estirando pequeña mochila donde carga todo en su dirección para que pueda revisar por si misme y elegir.

#ya me dió miedo publicarlo pero..... #pero nada. luego si colapso me aguantan ah #team brillitos 5ever *elmo on fire*

[justwanttobelovedbyyou]

#wrapped up in you #hold me here forever #mare winningham #st elmo's fire

[moobrvoobl-moobmoob-oobmpoobroom]

I just started reading hunger games (i already know all the spoilers of the first one) and watched the first movie (the site crashed before the last 15 mins) so thanx for ranting im gonna microwave him in my brain did not click on the spoilers but im guessing he dies and it's somehow a parallel cuz that's a recurring theme in this series

wait he got beheaded didn't he that would make sense

no comment on the spoilers but hehehehehehe yes he is such microwave material

#ghostie 👻 #unless you want me to comment on it fr #also yessss join us in our perpetual state of fire Elmo #Thg #Finnick #asks

[kittenintheden]

You Can Read Me Anything Part 2

*ELMO ON FIRE GIF* so that took longer than anticipated but you know. HERE YOU GO. (thank you for all the wonderful comments on Part 1)!

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Druidic Tav grew up in a nomadic clan that recorded their history through spoken word and song rather than written text. As such, she's illiterate, and one charming-ish vampire offers to help her with reading lessons and a whole lot more. Out of the goodness of his heart, of course.

Then one night, she unwittingly brings him smut for their lesson.

Rating: E Word Count: 5100 words Content: illiterate Tav, Astarion being a shit, but also being cute, innocent Tav, suggestive dialogue, blood drinking, biting kink, first time oral, cunnilingus, fellatio, PIV sex, Astarion playing himself

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Astarion cradles her head, palm gently pressed to her cheek as she leans into it. She sighs and it tickles his ear, sending a dissipating wave of gooseflesh down the length of his back.

“Are you done yet?” Tav asks, voice breathy.

He hums and detaches from her neck, admiring the clean pair of fang marks he left there. His tongue swipes his bottom lip so he doesn’t waste a single drop of her blood. He releases her and takes a step back.

“You…” he says with a lazy smile as he reaches out with a finger to boop her nose. “... are so delicious.”

“Ha, ha,” she says with an affectionate eyeroll. She spreads her hand over the bite mark and calls on her connection to nature, using it to knit the flesh back together and restore her blood supply. “Glad to help.”

“I’ll bet you are,” he drawls at her with a wink. “Thank you for the appetizer. I’d best go find myself a full meal now.”

As he starts to saunter off deeper into the woods, Tav clicks her fingers and lightly bonks herself on the head. “Oh, almost forgot.” After him, she calls the Elvish phrase Shadowheart taught her.

For the first time since she met him at the site of the nautilus crash, she watches Astarion trip over his own feet.

He catches himself quickly, spine unusually straight as he puts his hands on his waist and takes a few more steps like he’d meant to do that the whole time. When he turns around to look at her, her smile fades when she notices his wide-eyed expression. The tips of his ears have gone very pink.

“Wha-” His voice cracks and he clears his throat and tries again, tone painfully casual. “What did you say?”

Tav grimaces. “Shit, did I get the middle part wrong? It was tricky when Shadowheart had me practice.”

Astarion leans forward a bit and gives a shaky laugh. “Ah. Right. I must’ve misunderstood. What were you trying to say?”

“She told me it meant, ‘I’m pleased to have provided you a good meal,’” Tav says, reaching up to pull some of her hair over her shoulder and fiddle with it.

“I see,” he says as he comes closer, his eyes searching her face. “Could you say it again? So I can correct your enunciation.”

“Oh, okay.” Tav gives a soft cough into her hand and repeats the phrase.

Astarion is close enough now that she sees his pupils dilate the tiniest bit. The flush at the tips of his ears spreads down the edges. Do they always do that after he feeds? They must.

He reaches delicate fingers up to cup her chin and draw her jaw down, parting her lips. His eyes are trained on her mouth and that makes her feel all too warm.

“Loosen your tongue,” he says softly. “Once more.”

She tries one more time and watches his eyelids flutter, inches from her own.

“There we go,” he whispers.

His gaze shifts to her neck again and he leans down toward it. She nearly stops him, but then she feels the draw of his tongue over the spot where he bit. He punctuates it with a soft, barely-perceptible press of his lips. A kiss, she might think, if she were a silly little girl. Which she certainly is not.

Then he’s standing straight again, releasing her face and putting space between them.

“Missed a smudge. Can’t let it go to waste.” His eyes rove over her face. “It’s so very precious.”

Then he walks off and she’s left standing there, cheeks hot and chest uncomfortably tight. Tav continues to run her fingers nervously through her hair as she turns and walks back toward their camp.

Astarion counts out fifty paces before he ducks behind a tree and leans his back heavily against it, letting out a shivery breath. He puts his cool fingers to his ears and tries to rub the heat out of them.

“Stop it,” he whispers to himself. “Stop it, stop it.”

---

Near the crumbling wreckage of a stone alter, Shadowheart kneels in prayer seeking guidance and direction from her Lady. The darkness, the loss, the silence… they are vast and answerless. She opens her eyes and takes a deep breath in and out. Clenches her right hand, glancing at the ever-present wound there.

If only she could remember… anything useful. No matter. For now, it’s whatever path will take her back to Baldur’s Gate.

She gathers her components and packs them away, standing to walk back down the path toward camp. There’s a trio of crumbling walls that clearly used to be some sort of holy building and she walks along one, trailing her fingers over the soft moss overgrowth.

Then she turns round the corner of the broken temple to find a bristling, broody vampire leaned up against the wall with his arms folded, glaring at her with a tic in his jaw. He raises an accusatory finger.

"You," he says, the word hard on his tongue. "Are an arsehole."

She gives him a smug smile and arches her brow. "You're a bigger arsehole."

He refolds his arm and narrows his eyes at her. “Really think you’re clever, don’t you.”

The cleric shrugs and cuts off to the side to walk back to the path. “The goal was to make you lose your cool. Seems like it worked.”

Silently and suddenly he’s walking at her side, lip curling in disdain. “Congratulations to you, you managed to annoy me. Don’t do it again.”

“Oh, he’s testy tonight,” she says, putting a hand to her cheek in a mockery of shock. “Maybe you’d feel less the fool if you hadn’t been teaching her to talk dirty.”

“We can’t all be ice queens, dear,” he sneers. “Some of us are queens with needs.”

Shadowheart rolls her eyes and her entire head along with it. “You should be thanking me, then. I gave you your opening.”

Astarion stops and she keeps on walking.

“To what?” he says.

“To have your ‘needs’ met,” she calls over her shoulder. “I’m not the one who was teaching her to invite me betwixt her thighs. Have a frustrating night.”

Astarion makes an affronted noise after her, pouts a moment, and then calls back, “Your bangs are wretched, by the way.”

She throws a rude gesture up at him and continues onward.

---

He plots and flirts for three days straight before he decides to make his move. Tav’s guard is down, her shy little moments are increasing in frequency, and he can literally hear her heartbeat quicken when he’s near. If that’s not all signs pointing to yes, he doesn’t know what is.

All he has to do is, you know. Make the move. Which he’ll do. Soon.

Because she still makes the most sense. The others all adore her, listen to her. She’s the perfect choice of protector should his vampirism prove a problem to anyone. She’ll say yes. Of course she’ll say yes.

… of course she’ll say yes. No one denies him. It doesn’t happen.

… it rarely happens. Not as if he’d care if it did, this time.

Astarion rocks his weight onto his back leg, flicking his gaze up to see Tav kneeling near the campfire and giving the dog a generous belly rub. Before she stops, he goes back to his extremely casual reading. Standing posed outside his tent. Holding a book with the title facing out. Very normal.

After what feels like an hour, his ears pick up approaching footsteps and he skims the page he’s on, waiting.

“Is that a new one?” Tav asks timidly.

He closes the book and looks up to meet her. His close-lipped smile feels almost natural. Almost.

“There you are,” he says, dropping his register a fraction. “I was just thinking about you.”

Not a lie, actually.

She tucks her hair behind one ear. “Oh? Do I owe you something?”

He laughs and sets his book aside. “Only a bit of your time. I do enjoy it so very much.”

Tav quirks her mouth up on one side. “Yeah? You’re pretty okay, too.”

“Better than okay, I should hope.” He closely examines his thumbnail. “I’m… growing to enjoy the whole package, honestly.”

She doesn’t immediately respond and he chances a look up at her.

“Deer in the magicked light” is what one might call the expression on her face. She blinks rapidly and gives her head a small shake before she looks to the side, color rising prettily in her cheeks.

“Is that so?” she says, giving a tight laugh.

His smile starts to go a little toothy and he dials it back. “I’ve been thinking an awful lot about our last reading lessons,” he lilts at her, peering up through his lashes. “And our language lessons. I’ve been pondering over what other sorts of lessons I could offer.”

Tav’s cheeks go pink to red.

He leans in to speak softly, making her lean in closer to be able to hear him. “I like you,” he says. “And I think you like me, too. So?”

“So, what?” she blurts, immediately grimacing at her own outburst.

A giggle bubbles up out of him before he can stop it and he puts a hand up in front of his mouth to hide his smile. When he regains control, he lowers his hand. “So, I thought you might like to indulge in certain curiosities with me.”

I want to go down on you.

Astarion blinks the thought away as soon as it appears in his head, briefly letting his smile slip before he snatches it back.

Tav is blushing furiously, but she leans in closer to him nonetheless to whisper, “Like what, exactly?”

Elvish, rising like the language of his dreams: I want to drink of your fountain.

He gives his head a light shake, playing it off with a mirthful huff as he says lowly, “Like sex, sweet thing. Whatever kind you might be… interested in.”

Tav nods rapidly and hums, slowly leaning back and standing at her full height again, not quite meeting his eye. “I was pretty sure that’s what you meant, but you know. Better safe than sorry? Is that a thing people say?”

Astarion reaches out to gently guide her chin toward him until she’s looking at him. “Think about it. If you’re amicable, you’ll find me later at the clearing where you last offered me a bite after the others are asleep.” He chucks her under the chin. “I’ll be waiting.”

She nods once more, expression unchanged. “Yeah. Yep. Okay. I’m going to… see you later. Maybe.” Then she turns on her heel and walks away.

“See you later,” he says. “Lover.”

When she disappears into the dark, he blows out a breath, subtly shaking his hands out. That was a yes.

Right?

“Of course it was,” he snipes at his own brain.

---

Hours later, Astarion paces the moonlit clearing, fiddling with the cuffed sleeve of his shirt. The others must be asleep by now. He pulls at the sleeve. It feels too tight.

Should he take the shirt off? He should just take the shirt off.

He does.

Astarion glances around the clearing once more, noting the blanket he spread on the ground nearby. Not a bed, but you know. He’s okay with that, actually.

He clenches and unclenches his fists, rolling his hands at the wrists. Cracking his neck. Rolling out his shoulders. He takes a deep breath and forces himself to be still. Controlled. Practiced. This is an act he’s performed thousands of times. This is no different.

It’s not.

She’s going to come out of those bushes any moment and-

The bushes he’s looking at actually rustle and he jumps, whispering “oh, shit” before he can stop himself. He manages to put a smile back on his face just as the leaves part and a small doe takes two hops into the clearing and freezes when it spots him.

Astarion doesn’t move. He doesn’t even breathe. The doe relaxes very slightly, flicking an ear.

It’s one of the little black-tailed deer native to the area. He’s made a meal of more than one of them in recent days. Her coat is smooth and healthy, her eyes brown and clear.

The doe blinks at him and takes a step closer.

He gives a relieved chuckle and says, “There you are, Tav.”

“Oh, you heard me? Damn,” says a voice from behind him.

“Ah-” he yells. He tries to cut off the sound, but it’s too late. The doe spooks and bounds off into the underbrush once again.

“Apologies,” he says, regaining his composure and rolling his eyes to the stars above. “She was such a pretty little thing that I assumed it was you.” He starts to turn. “But I’m glad you made it. I was starting to worry you’d gotten lost and…” He finally sets eyes on her and loses his smile immediately. “... and you’re already naked.”

Tav stands before him without a stitch on, her long hair hanging over her rounded breasts and everything from the waist down on full display. He spots her clothing and staff in a neat stack nearby. Her whole body is flushed.

Astarion swallows. He’s seen untold numbers of people in states of full undress. This is routine. She caught him off-guard, is all.

“I… was I not supposed to be?” Tav says, hands going up to run nervously through her draping hair. “Sorry, I thought… you said sex? And then I saw that you had your shirt off, so…”

He holds up a hand and ticks up his brows. “No, no, it’s fine. It’s fine! I like it.” He finds the mask, the posture, like muscle memory. Slips back into the person in control. “You’re just full of surprises, beautiful.”

Tav rewards him with a bashful smile, continuing to comb her hands through her hair.

Astarion huffs a laugh. He can’t help himself. He approaches her with slow, intentional steps. “I had a whole catalog of poetic nothings to whisper in your ear, but looks like I needn’t bother, which is fine by me.” He stops in front of her, smiling his charmer’s smile. “So long as you still want to be tasted.”

He’s starting to notice it’s a good sign when the apples of her cheeks turn red. She nods. “I’d like to try the tongue thing, yes, please.”

“Good,” he purrs, reaching for her hips.

He pulls her in for a sweet, well-executed stage kiss. Most people needed about that much before they got to what they were really with him for. He pulls back and gives her a tight-lipped smile.

Tav looks into his eyes, her lips parted. She’s not moving, and oh gods, he’s going to have to lead completely, isn’t he? Ah well. Such is life.

But then she tucks her chin, her gaze going heated. The pupils of her eyes flicker, changing shape ever so slightly, and Astarion hardly has time to drop his pretender’s smile and ask before she surges forward and kisses him back, throwing her arms around his neck.

Astarion gives a surprised “mmmn!” as he stumbles slightly under her vigor, but he corrects quickly, wrapping his arms around her ribcage and lifting her against his body. Her tongue runs along his mouth and she’s nipping, nipping, and-

There’s a sharp sting on his bottom lip and he releases her right as she pulls back from him, hands to her mouth and eyes wide as saucers. He reaches up to touch his lip and when he looks at his fingers, they show a smeared drop of blood. He blinks down at it, astounded.

He feels a snap deep inside him as the monster in him, the hunter, stirs at the sight and scent of blood.

“I’m so sorry,” Tav says, dropping her hands. “It’s a druid thing, we can get a little wild, I’m really sorry, I won’t do it again.”

Astarion licks at the cut on his lip and stares at her face, his breath heavy and his shoulders ever so slightly hunched. He can see the smallest bit of his blood at the corner of her mouth.

“Do it again,” he says with a voice like gravel as he scoops her bodily up and goes to his knees so he can set her on the ground.

He lays his body on top of hers and she gasps as his mouth covers hers, exploring and hungry. It doesn’t take long for her to return it in kind, arms wrapped around his shoulders and tangled in his hair. He can’t even bring himself to care when she’s making it look like.

Murkily, his brain reminds him why he’s actually here.

Astarion forces himself away from her mouth and she whines at him, a sound far more animalistic than humanoid, but he doesn’t stop trailing his lips down her body until he gets to her hips. He rolls himself up onto his knees and runs his palms up the tops of her legs from knee to thigh, coaxing them open so he can position himself between.

He looks at her face to find her gaze far less “startled doe” and far more “she-wolf in heat.” Her tongue darts out, licking her lip before she says, “People really like to do this?” Then, “You like to do this?”

Astarion positively grins, his pointed teeth showing through.

"Yes. Though it’s a pity this is your first experience," he says through his feral smile. "Because no one will ever best what I'm about to do to you."

“O-okay,” she stammers, clutching her fists close to her sides.

He purrs deep in his throat and puts his mouth to the inside of her knee, the tip of his tongue tracing a sensual line down her thigh, toward her center. He holds her eye the entire time and delights when her leg twitches.

When he nears the crease of her hip, he gives her a sharp nip and she growls at him, bucking her hips. He runs his tongue up along the crease until he reaches her hipbone, to which he gives a firm suck. As she attempts to roll her hips toward him, he spreads a palm over her hips and applies pressure to hold her down.

“Shall we check to see how you’ve kept your garden?” he says, looking at her from under his brows as he speaks.

In response, Tav giggles and slaps a hand over her mouth. Then nods.

She drops her hand to the ground and shakes her head, murmuring, “It can’t be that different, I’m sure it’s just like…” She shudders in a breath. “... just like…”

Astarion parts his lips and huffs out his breath against the slick skin at her core, already shining with want and anticipation. The sensation is a warming one.

Tav continues muttering to herself. “Books are full of all kinds of nonsense, I’m sure it’s-”

He flicks his tongue right over her clit.

“Ah,” she yelps, trying to buck her hips again. He doesn’t let her.

But he does flick again.

“Wha-” she says, thighs jerking on either side of Astarion’s head. “Why is-”

Astarion presses the flat of his tongue firmly at her entrance and draws it slowly all the way to the hood, teasing with the tip before he curls his tongue in slightly and dips back down to better open her inner labia.

“Holy hells,” Tav groans out, her chest arching up and the hands clawing the ground at either side of her growing actual claws.

He gives her another lap before pulling back to smolder at her. “And here I’ve only just started,” he says, voice silky.

“Holy hells,” Tav shouts to the sky this time.

Astarion huffs a laugh against her and goes back down, playing her with highly practiced skill. Full, long licks paired alongside firm draws over the swelling pearl at her center. She continues to buck ever now and again, but mostly she’s gone near boneless above him, head lolling lazily to either side and fingers weakly gripping the grass on either side of her.

When her breathing begins to stutter and he feels the flutter of her getting close, he finally moves his hand from her belly back down until he can get the angle right. He places the tips of his two middle fingers at her entrance so he doesn’t surprise her and glances up to see her eyes flutter open. She stares down at him from between the mounds of her breasts, pupils blown wide.

She licks her bottom lip.

She nods.

Astarion slides his fingers inside her and begins to pump in time with the movements of his mouth. Tav goes wild, both literally and figuratively. The pupils of the eyes watching him go slitted like a cat’s, gradually dilating back as her teeth go sharp and a random patterning of fur shivers down the length of her body before turning back to skin.

He takes that as a good sign and curls his fingers inside of her until he finds what he’s looking for.

Tav bark-mewl-roar-calls into the air above the clearing, her hips grinding into his mouth and hand now that she can move them again.

“Why does that…” she gasps. “Feel… so… good?” The last word comes out a growl.

He’d answer, but his mouth is preoccupied and he dare not let it leave its task.

With his free hand, he pushes her thigh up and guides it higher until she can wrap her leg round his shoulders and he can go deeper. He feels the swell of her under his tongue, going harder beneath his touch, and he begins to trace circles around it as he continues to pump his fingers into her.

Tav’s entire body rolls, trying to get closer, to get more, to get-

She howls as the tension finally snaps. Literally howls, from the very bottom of her chest.

Astarion slows but doesn’t stop, continuing to fuck her through it as he feels her release in the palm of his hand. He’s gentle, taking a touch of pity on her as he gives her a few more soft licks before he leaves her, drawing his fingers from her at the same time. They’re a mess, as is his face. He sits back on his knees and looks her over with lidded eyes, a self-satisfied half-grin on his face. Then he reaches into his pocket to produce a soft cloth to clean up.

He’s not much of a planner, but he plans enough for things like this.

Tav lolls on the ground, her body fully returned back to humanoid form. All except her pupils, which continue to occasionally flicker across the animal kingdom.

“Oh, that was good,” Astarion says, brows raised and grin on his face as he wipes his hand down. “Even for me, that was good. You’re welcome.”

She throws one arm out to her side, then the other, and slowly pushes herself up onto her elbows, trying to focus on him. “Why doesn’t… everybody do that? Oh my gods.” She flops back onto the ground.

Oh, she’s very good for his pride. He gives a pleased wiggle.

“You tell me,” he says. “Or call upon your old lovers and ask.”

Tav weakly waves her hand through the air. “They were bad. I’ve realized. Just now. They were bad at sex.”

“Poor thing,” Astarion croons. “All better now.”

“Yeah.” She rolls onto her side and sits up. Shakes out her head. And starts to crawl toward him.

He instinctively leans back as she comes closer, breasts swaying as she moves. “What are you doing?” he says.

She blinks at him. “I’m going to do it back.”

He blinks at her. “What?”

Tav draws her knees closer and matches his kneeling posture. “I’m going to put my mouth on you back.” She waits a beat. “If you want me to.”

“Uh,” Astarion breathes before he shakes himself and gets his wits back about him. “I would like that very much,” he says. He tries to purr it, but slightly lower in pitch is the best he can do.

It’s been years since he’s been with anyone who even bothered to ask. Probably decades.

Tav beams at him, a bright smile that’s so sunshiny it nearly betrays what they’ve just done. She rolls up onto her knees and pulls him by the wrists to do the same so she can reach the laces that hold his trousers on. His arousal pulses near her hands.

Astarion blinks. He’s… more into this than he usually is.

He blinks again.

He’s very into it, actually.

His fingers go to join hers and together they make quick work of his pants and underthings. Gently, she guides him back to kneeling again as she curls forward. Without thinking too much about it, he reaches out so he can hold her hair up out of her face. She’s at eye level with his cock, inspecting it with the eye of someone all too familiar with all the things nature has to offer and completely unashamed for it.

Astarion swallows back the wanting sound that tries to claw its way out of him.

“Have you done this before?” he asks softly.

Tav peers up at him from her position below and bends her legs at the knees, kicking her feet slowly through the air. She shakes her head “no” and something frozen inside him melts. Best ignore that. That’s a future-him problem.

“You are adorable,” he breathes. He finds he means it in the affectionate way rather than the condescending one, which is alarming. That’s another future-him problem.

Astarion clears his throat. “Same general practice applies here, really,” he says lightly.

Tav licks her lips and reaches out to touch him. Her fingers on him give him a little jolt to the solar plexus and he curls toward her on instinct before he catches himself.

“Tell me if there’s something I could do better,” she says, simply.

Then she licks along the underside of his cock and puffs her breath out across it, much in the same way he did to her.

He curls in toward her again and tightens the hand in her hair.

She puts her mouth over the head of him and he’s enveloped in warmth and oh, yes, he remembers this. This feels good. This feels very good.

Tav doesn’t get down very far before she backs up again. When she pulls off, he reaches a hand down to cup her jaw and draw it down, parting her lips.

“Loosen your tongue,” he whispers. “Once more.”

She does. She descends on him again, relaxing her jaw and loosening her tongue, taking him down deeper and deeper with each pass. Astarion means to watch and guide her, he does, but instead his head lolls back, eyes falling closed, and he smiles. A real smile.

It feels so bloody good. It feels good and he doesn’t have to… he can just be…

Tav hums a little with him mostly inside her mouth and he gasps from it, blinking back to the surface.

Oh, that’s too good.

He lets her go a few seconds more before he tightens the fingers in her hair once more to still her and gently guide her back. His chest heaves as her mouth leaves him, a string of saliva connecting them, and Astarion shudders forward.

“What’s wrong?” Tav asks, her eyes wide and concerned.

She can’t look at him like that. That’s not fair.

He lifts her beneath her arms and pulls her up toward him, her face to his, and kisses her again. She happily responds, catching his lower lip between hers and nipping once more.

Astarion groans.

Hands on her face, he breaks their kiss and tries to collect his scattered thoughts. It’s all hazed over with want. There was a reason for this, they were supposed to… he was supposed to…

“Why don’t we…” He loses the thought and swallows. Tries again. “Let’s find our mutual…”

Words, words, words, where are his words?

Astarion hisses through his teeth. “Oh, just… sex. Let’s have sex.”

“Oh,” Tav breathes, lips swollen and cheeks ruddy. “Okay.”

Whatever he had planned, which was not much, goes completely sideways as she simply climbs up onto his lap, reaches between them, and holds him steady so she can sink down onto him.

He’s so wholly unprepared for the suddenness and initiative of it that his eyes nearly roll back in his head before his mind catches up and he grips her hip with his hand, guiding her as he rolls up to meet her, his hips rhythmic, until their hips meet and he bottoms out.

Tav throws her arms around his shoulders and immediately begins to rock against him, her eyes closed and her joyous grin on her face. Astarion is doing his absolute best not to completely lose himself in her heat, her closeness, her scent.

Her pulse, oh, gods.

Astarion rocks himself up into her with steady rolls of his hips, tilting in to press his open lips to her neck with a moan.

“You can,” she gasps as she rides him. “You can bite, if you want.”

He’s not sure if the words he makes are language, but he does know he’s biting her and her blood washes over his tongue and he drinks lazily, sipping as he fucks into her at the same time. His mind is so unbelievably, blissfully bare of anything except how good, how hot, how much, how full, how winding winding winding-

Astarion pulls off her neck with a gasp almost on the edge of his orgasm. Automatically, he reaches between them and uses all the wiles of a skilled lockpick to send her spiraling over her ledge a second time before he furrows his brow, slams his eyes shut, and yells out as he climaxes, his spend spilling where he’s still buried deep.

“Oh, fuck,” he blurts before he can stop himself, nearly collapsing onto his side with Tav along for the ride. He slips out of her on the way down and immediately feels the mess they’ve just made.

Another future-him problem.

Tav casts a very half-hearted create water spell that at least rinses them off. She drapes herself over his chest, dopey smile plastered on her face. “You win,” she says. “I see what all the fuss is about now.”

“I bet you do,” he says breathily.

He’s grateful she’s not looking at his face as he struggles to hide the worry pulling at his expression. It’s future-him time, and future-him is having a moment.

He just had the best sex he can remember having in… that he can remember. With someone who will still be alive in the morning. And he likes her.

Oh, hells.

He likes her.

#astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion smut #astarion x tav #astarion x female tav #astarion x f!tav #bg3 #kitten writes #lol idk I'm so sleepy please enjoy

[damn-stark]

Chapter 21 The Eldest v. the youngest

Chapter 21 of Moonlight

A/N- *DRUM ROLL* ITS HERE

Warning- Swearing, ANGST, SOME FLUFF, violence!, blood! Death! SPOILERS for future events of HOTD!!!!

Pairing- Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!fem-reader, Cregan Stark x Velaryon!fem-reader

Episode- After 1x09, events based off of Fire and Blood

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Fear turned to anger. And anger to revenge.

Ever since Lucerys died all you’ve wanted to do was lay in bed and just let time pass, you don’t want to move eat, or speak. But you’ve been at war since Lucerys died, there’s been no time to rest or to grieve. You’ve faltered since your grandmother and Jacaerys died, but you haven’t had time to actually grieve now. So now, grieving is such a foreign concept. Now grief is just rage and a need for violence.

Which isn’t the best outcome when trying to gain allies.

“We’re going to have to ask for the Princess to leave her weapons with us,” a Riverrun guard demands. He demands you.

“Like hell, I am,” you sneer. Ser Tully will have to welcome me as a warrior—”

“Y/N,” Addam cuts you off and grabs your arm. “Just leave it,” he whispers sharply.

You snap your eyes at him and glare at him. “You want me to walk in there defenseless?” You ask without caring to whisper. “We aren’t inside the castle walls, is this how you treat your princess?” You throw out at the guards. “By making them stand past your bloody gate?”

“We’re here for aide,” Addam snaps back. “Not to declare war. Leave it or I will go in without you.”

You challenge his glare and clench your jaw. He’s right of course, you admit it, but what if you’re betrayed? Alys did so. After all, it was your husband—late husband who’s been burning their kingdom, what if they want revenge?

“Y/n,” Addam says through gritted teeth. “Trust me and leave it.”

He’s right, he is. Plus he's the only one you have right now. Your mother…well she probably hates you now, leaving after disagreeing doesn’t really look good for you. Cregan is far, your brothers are dead, so Addam is the only one you have at this very moment.

“Fine,” you huff out and take your bow off before you unhook your arrow pouch from behind you to hand it to the guard.

“Very well,” the other guard next to him says and bows his head. “Follow me.”

Addam and you share a passing look before you walk ahead first to follow the guards inside the white castle walls. You can't say you aren't impressed, because you do find this castle quite charming, the river, and the trees that are now dull due to the winter weather add to its charm. The castle walls are quite tall, and still very white, as if it were the first day built.

When you’re inside the main building, the tall windows light every inch of the corridor so it isn’t dull or bleak. You can see the delicate designs painted on the walls and grow quite impressed, you always thought Riverrun would be muddy and quaint due to where it is, but it’s not.

Once you reach the main hall though all those lighthearted feelings vanish when you see Ser Elmo Tully.

Riverrun isn’t the first house you visit, since Addam found you, he only gave you a day to rest, he said he’d give you a full moon's cycle but there was much to do, and wars to win, so he gave you a day. After that, you flew first and foremost to House Frey to pay a visit to Lady Sabitha Frey, the woman who wanted to take Harrenhal after Aemond left, and who wanted to capture you or kill you.

Her face went pale when she saw you walk in her main hall. And considering her actions and your counterattacks she didn’t argue against your plea, she feared what you’d do if she declined so she decided to join along with her father and his brothers of House Vypren. Which was the smartest choice.

You then went to Raventree, and the twelve-year-old Lord didn’t hesitate to accept and join your march. Now you’re here, at Riverrun. Addam and you still want to ask other Lords with smaller houses, but you advised him to gain the support of their Liege Lord first, which will convince them without the need to bargain so much. So you’re here now, striding inside the main hall alongside Addam

“Princess Y/N of House Velaryon! And Ser Addam of Hull of House Velaryon.”

The knight looks between Addam and you, but lastly drops his gaze on you and watches you hard before he bows his head. “Princess,” he greets. “I heard of the loss of your husband, my condolences.”

You scoff and shake your head. “Don’t. I know you’re relieved he’s dead—”

“Y/N,” Addam scolds you before he steps forward and bows his head. “I apologize for her…we’ve been flying for sometime now.”

You scoff. “Don’t apologize for me,” you counter and step past him to continue. “I know what Aemond did. Which is why I know you aren’t sorry he’s dead…nor do I want you to be. So don’t give me your condolences, I alone will grieve for him. And that’s okay.”

Ser Tully's gaze stays on you for a moment before he walks to a Tully High seat. “Very well then,” he says and sits down. “What do you want from me? It’s not every day we get a visit from not one but two Dragonriders.”

“We wish to speak to you, Ser Tully,” Addam interjects. “If it’s true you speak on behalf of Lord Grover?”

Ser Tully clasps his hands over his lap and nods. “Aye, I do.” He says. “My grandfather is ill and bedridden. I act as Lord Regent until he gets better and can sit here himself.”

You hum softly and share a knowing look with Addam before you take one last step forward to speak of your need right away. “Very well then, and forgive me for my bluntness. Today we’re here on behalf of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, to ask Riverrun for aid in our battle against Daeron and the traitors that dine with him at Tumbleton. They’ve gone too long unchecked and allowed to rule like savages. It’s time we take revenge on their treason against the crown and the Queen.” You direct proudly and without an ounce of falter.

You’ve gone on playing in the shadows, acting like someone you’re not to get what you want. Aemond is dead, so there’s no holding back, there’s no need to hide your intentions. From now you will face everyone with who you really are, a princess and warrior hidden too long in the dark.

“Unless you support the Usurper? Then I can’t promise our Dragonfire won’t turn here first.”

Ser Tully glances at Addam to see his reaction to your comment, thinking you’ve stepped out of line, but Addam simply lifts his chin and silently supports your threat. So Ser Tully sighs and leans forward in his seat. “I would be mad to support the Greens after what the Kinslayer has done to my lands,” Ser Tully says in a booming voice. “He left disaster and tragedy, trauma to innocents who had no fight in this war. I, and House Tully won’t stand for that. We will fight for what’s right like we should have done at the start of this war when the Queen asked for our alliances.”

You blink in surprise at his quick agreement and share a quick proud look with Addam.

“Besides,” Ser Tully chuckles. “Two dragons in one’s courtyard does wonders to resolve one’s doubts.”

You show off your smirk and feel a weight lift off your shoulders.

“We aren’t a big house,” Ser Tully adds. “But we will fight with what we do have.” He stands up and walks down to stand before Addam and you. “I will be honored to fight alongside you Ser Addam of Hull, and you, Princess.”

“And will Lord Grover object?” Addam makes sure to ask. “It is he who chose not to choose a side in the first place.”

Ser Tully scoffs. “I am Regent, aren’t I?”

Addam and you share a small smile before you offer Ser Tully a thankful nod.

“The Queen, Ser Addam, and I are grateful,” you share sweetly.

Ser Tully bows his head and then steps aside. “Now please, rest for the night here. It would be my honor. And it gives me time to prepare to join your march.”

Without the need to argue his invitation Addam and you gladly accept, and it is once you’re alone with your half-brother that you bring up the most notable thing that led to this quick arrangement.

“He was scared.”

Addam nods as he smiles. “Hell yeah, he was. Especially after you threatened to burn this place.”

You smirk and shrug nonchalantly. “We need his army, and there’s nothing that motivates someone more than the threat of dragonfire.”

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*SOMETIME LATER*

“If I enter at opposite ends of the battlefield, that will catch them off guard from both sides,” you share your thoughts for this anticipating battle you’re already itching to start.

But you need to be patient, wait for the right opening, and you need to plan better than your enemies would.

It has been almost a month already though, how much more planning can you do?

Then again traveling across the Riverlands has been difficult, part of it is burnt thanks to Aemond, and when you did get lords to join, they needed time to gather their soldiers spread across their towns and lands.

You’re just…impatient and angry all the time though. Lately, you haven’t been able to find much patience or kindness for anyone. Albeit it’s good Addam is by your side, if it was just you alone you would have gone to meet Daeron and the traitors on the field already out of a burst of anger that hits you in waves, stronger and stronger each time. Threatening to take you under each time.

But you only don’t drown because you have a weight holding you up.

You’re thankful for that.

“But you’ll come across the town,” Lady Sabita Frey points.

You put your hands on the table and shrug her off. “It doesn’t matter, it’s not like the town is standing up anyway. Plus it’s invaded by Greens, everyone that lived there is gone because of them…it’s time to purify the town.”

“There are still workers,” she argues, making you lift your gaze to look at her standing to the side. “People who are stuck because they don’t have the money to go anywhere, or have the strength to fight back. We can’t just have them fall victim to our fury. We want to liberate Tumbleton not eliminate it off our maps.”

You clench your fists and slowly narrow your gaze on her. “You care for the innocent now?” You snap back. “What about when you invaded Harrenhal with me and my newborn children still in it? Did you care then? You wanted to imprison me and take them captive. You wanted them to be victims of your thirst for power.”

Lady Frey swallows thickly and stays quiet now. She tries to look for help amongst the other lords and ladies, but everyone around the strategy table is beginning to learn not to argue back.

“We will try not to lay fire on the town, just the castle,” Addam tries to remedy Lady Frey's worry. “But that’s where the traitors and enemy lords will be at night, we need to get rid of them, their resources, and their men. We will try to spare as much as we can but we can’t be lax my Lady.”

He’s always the one to fix things or find a better option that you have chosen to completely abandon.

“We will surround the enemy encampment that rests outside the town walls by all sides,” Ser Tully shares and waves place markers around the makeshift tent in front of the line that’s supposed to represent a wall. “We may not be a big army but we will work our way in and overpower them.”

“When everyone works their way in,” you interject menacingly. “You leave Daeron Targaryen for me. I will land in the field shortly after I enter the battle.”

“How will we know where he’ll be?” Ser Vypren cuts in. “For all we know he’s inside the town walls, or he can even blend in with the rest.”

You stand up straight up and share what you know—or what you think. “Prince Daeron will most likely have the bigger tent. And it’s doubtful he’ll mix with the likes of the Traitors, they only work together for convenience not want. He’ll be outside the walls with his men. I will find him and kill him myself.”

“Then we’ll send in a squadron of men,” Ser Tully says. “They’ll keep an eye out for you, make sure someone doesn’t try to be too ambitious, nor that Daeron gets the upper hand.”

You’ll like more than anything to be cocky and say you’ll win, but you know battle, and you’ve been taught better. “All right,” you agree hesitantly. “But Astraea will accompany me from above and below, so if there is a sign of danger they may go their own way to fend for themselves.”

“It would be an honor to die for you princess,” Lord Blackwood cuts with no hesitation, there’s only pride in his voice and look.

You can’t help but smile at him…he reminds you of Joffrey. Of Lucerys too. It’s such a sense of relief in a tent full of strangers.

“Thank you, Lord Blackwood,” you retort sweetly. “And it’s an honor fighting alongside you.”

Said boy offers you a small but tight smile as he bows his head.

“Now to discuss—” Ser Elmo Tully cuts off himself off as a guard walks in with a scroll in hand.

“Forgive my intrusion,” the guard says as he bows. “But I have a raven from the Queen for princess y/n.”

A raven from your mother? It’s been so long since you’ve heard any news from her or King's Landing. Since you’ve been moving all around the Riverlands, news from the capitol has yet to find you. You did write to your mother, but even then that was only twice.

You left after she said you couldn’t, what’s worse of all you came to Aemond’s side. Regardless if you weren’t on his side, you still came to him, the enemy. So if she didn’t hate you before she does now—Or at least that’s what you kept thinking.

Perhaps it’s not true. You’re all each other have. And she is taking care of your children. So maybe you’re just doubting her love for you.

“Thank you,” you direct at the guard as you take the scroll. You then proceed to walk to the far corner of the tent to read the scroll while the others continue to discuss war.

‘Y/N,

I write with urgency. I apologize for not writing sooner, the days have just overwhelmed me, and with you not at a stable location I can’t tolerate other people possibly finding my letters—

Her letters are neat but scribbled fast. Bringing truth to her first four words.

—I have so much to say to you, but no time, so it will have to wait for when we see each other again. As for now, you must know…Princess Helaena is dead—

You gasp and feel your eyes widen in shock.

Helaena?

Ever since you left Harrenhal the first time you hardly took time out of your day to visit her, even when you did find time, when you saw her she hardly saw you. She either didn’t speak or mumbled to herself, she didn’t have coherent conversations with you like before, so your visits became less and less. Even then though, she was still your aunt, she was sweet at that, besides Aemond, out of all her siblings she’s one that you did love. So hearing this…hurts.

—with her death, the Shepard took advantage of the people’s grief and turned the city against me and our dragons. He and his cult stormed into the dragon pit and killed all the dragons that rested within, up to Dreamfyre and down to the hatchlings—

Slowly your body stiffens at the words you keeping reading. At all you missed because you were away.

—Out of anger and fueled by revenge Joffrey snuck out on Syrax to try and save who he could in the pit, but Syrax was not his to mount. Your brother is dead y/n. And now with the city at an uproar, I have fled with Aegon and my grandkids. I don’t know exactly where you are or what it is you’re doing in my honor, but I don’t want to be apart from you, so when you are done come to Dun Fort, that’s where I’ll be. We will return to Dragonstone from there and plan from there.

Your mother, The Queen.’

No.

No.

No…

Everything around you; burning light, that herbal incense scent, background voices, and the walls around you suddenly cease to exist. That wave that grew came crashing over you, it yanked at your feet and choked you by the throat. Whatever light that reflected inside the murky water disappears, leaving you in darkness.

A familiar and burning feeling begins to fill your head, consuming you entirely, and taking over any rational thought.

You tried to fight through it, and find some sense of clarity, but thoughts, memories and guilt filled your head.

How can a mob of civilians kill not one, but all of the dragons? You knew of the growing crowds, but what they did never crossed your mind. Now all the dragons, your soulmates, are gone from this earth leaving only a few, and taking with them your brother; Joffrey.

He was just a little boy, innocent, and angry because of this war and what it took from him. From your mother, from you. He’s gone before you could even know him because of this war…

And your mother? The Queen, the one on the Iron Throne is fleeing with Aegon, and your children at her side. All because you left her side, because of her fear of what Daeron and the traitors would do. They pushed her away.

But…if those traitors didn’t defect from your mother in the first place she would still be home, Joffrey wouldn’t be dead. It all falls to them.

It’s all their fault. It’s their fault!

No more holding back! No more planning!

You’ll show them what it really means to be a dragon warrior, what fire and blood really means. You’ll show the Greens what your Targaryen house words means. You’ll show them all.

“We march today,” you cut in and turn around to storm back to the table. “There’s no more wasting time. We march today. We kill them all tonight.”

“But—”

“No,” you sneer and look up at Ser Tully. “We’ve planned for long enough, I’m done. We march today! Kill them all by the time the sun rises.”

“Y/N,” Addam interjects.

You snap your head towards him and shake your head with your eyes full of tears. “No. I’m done, I’m done losing people. I’m done being betrayed. It’s all going to end.”

“What’s wrong?” He asks and grabs your shoulder as he watches the tears roll down your cheeks, and your hands tremble. “Y/N?”

Besides drowning? Besides feeling a blinding rage consume every thought in your mind like a disease?

Nothing. There’s nothing but rage where there should be grief and sorrow for what you lost.

“Addam,” you mutter. “I will kill them all. Every. Single. One of them. She’s gone because of them! Because they betray the Queen!” You shake your head and face the Lord, Ladies, and knights gathered around the war table. “Daeron Targaryen's brother destroyed all of your lands and homes. He killed your friends and neighbors. Daeron Targaryen took Tumbleton, he sacked towns, killed innocent people.”

All those concerned and shocked looks that they gave you upon hearing your declaration is slowly dying down, and in its place hardened glares are taking shape. While that anger that consumes away your thoughts is only growing more fierce.

“Daeron Targaryens betray your Queen,” you continue to exclaim. “Those traitors betray your Queen and are acting like gods, how can we waste more time by sparing them?! Why should we let Daeron Targaryen live another day and let the Greens think they have the upper hand? We will fight today for revenge on your princes, on your family, friends and lands. We will fight today for glory and for the Queen!”

“For the Queen!”

“For the Queen!”

“For the Queen!” Everyone chants, only feeding into your thirst for revenge and pushing away that sorrow and grief. And filling you with dangerous pride and determination.

Albeit there is one person who reached through the murky waters that drowned you the moment you stepped out of that tent. He pulled you out and saved you from drowning; Addam.

“What’s wrong? What was on that Raven?” He asks as he finally manages to pull you away from the crowd.

You slowly let out a breath of air and blink as if you’re seeing for the first time. You don’t answer him though, you give him the Raven scroll and finally take note of how bad your hand is shaking.

Addam watches your hand and grabs it as he takes the scroll with his other hand.

You can’t say he made your rage disappear, but you aren’t drowning anymore thanks to him.

“We can’t tell them,” you interject while Addam reads the scroll. “They won’t want to fight if they know.”

Addam remains queit as he finshes reading. Once he’s done he lowers the scroll and faces you with preplixity in his eyes.

“You’re right,” he says. “We’ll tell them after.”

“It’s all my fault,” you mutter with anger. “I shouldn’t have left, I should have stayed and fixed everything from there. Now my brother is dead, and my mother, my children…they’re running for their lives because of me!” You point at your chest and feel tears escape from your eyes.

“I’ve always been like this,” you continue to say through your frustration. “I let my emotions lead me. Every single time…with Cregan, with Daemon, when I left my mother's side the first time!” You turn around and look around desperately as you try to find something to hit, something to use as an output. Yet there’s nothing nearby so you fall to your knees and sob.

“I’m selfish, and I’m a terrible daughter, I was a horrible wife and a terrible mother, I—”

“Y/N,” Addam cuts you off and falls on his knees beside you to grab your shoulder and turn you to face him. “Stop. None of it is your fault, and what you did is in the past, you can’t take it back. All you can do is learn from those mistakes and try your best to make up for them.” He grabs both of your shoulders and pulls you closer to him. “You need to have a strong mind now, do you understand? Strong mind to win this battle and help your mother and children. Strong mind.” He says before he taps your chest with his fist. “I will follow you in this war, say you’ll follow me and we will win together.”

Your bottom lip trembles and happy tears roll from your eyes. The water that was around your throat clears and it feels like you can breathe again, like you can see. And all you do see is him. Your brother.

“I will follow you to the ends of this world, Addam,” you assure him and tap his own chest. “I will.”

Said man’s lips tug to a smile and he cups the side of your head this time. “Good. Now let’s get ready for this battle.”

You smirk and nod. “Together,” you mutter.

“Together,” he assures you.

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*LATER THAT NIGHT*

Astraea’s scales were purple, at night under a star-littered sky her scales gleamed like glittering diamonds. When the sky is polluted by clouds, leaving the night casted in utter darkness she blends with the shadows.

It's why now as you fly over the dragons resting outside of Tumbleton's walls they don’t spot her. It’s why the wandering guards posted on the back walls don’t catch sight of her. It’s why all anyone knows down in the castle is the burning rage of her furious flames before she makes herself known with a booming roar that shakes the houses below.

“Dragon!” You hear scattered shouts below. “Dragon!”

You smirk and lift your gaze to look past the walls in the distance.

“Ring the bells! Ring the bells! Awake the army!”

Astraea calls out, but before anyone can alert any army, Seasmoke announces himself by letting out a chilling roar before he rains fire down on those sleeping men in their war tents.

The people that were below you go quiet now at the sight of the two rageful dragons, at the sound of their flames cracking down on the ground. When they think that's all there is, blood-curdling screams fill the field along with the battle cries from your men, announcing that you didn’t come alone. And filling every person at the opposite sides of this battle with dread

“The Blacks are here! We’re under attack!”

“Dragons!” They shout desperately.

Everyone scrambles to act, their shouts are carried out, and more men from inside the castle get sent out to act, but it’s too late. You did what you wanted, you all caught them off guard and gained the upper hand.

So now? Now to get rid of the traitors and Daeron Targaryen. If it’s the last thing you do.

You won’t leave until at least Daeron is dead so you can show or deliver his head to his mother as payback for everything she did to torment your mother, for everything she did for the Greens, and for stealing your mother's crown.

However, before you can go find him now that Astraea rained down one more round of fire on the castle following everyone’s entrance, you instead slow down as you fly over the town.

You shouldn’t, you should keep going until you fly past the gate and find Daeron in the fiery field below, but the warning bells below continue to ring. They continue to warn the people below, the people that still live in the castle. The bells continue to ring and you get reminded of what you lost because of the Greens, because of this war. You get reminded of poor young Joffrey, you see Aemond again, you remember Alys betrayal, you remember Lucerys death, and see Jacaerys die in your arms once more just as clearly as when it happened. You remember what your mother said in her letter and imagine them: your mother, brother, and children full of fear after fleeing their home.

You see it all and nothing stops you from clenching your hands around your dragons back spines you need to hold onto. You slowly begin to glare daggers to the field below full of Green army, you feel that anger blind you and fill you with purpose.

Revenge.

“Dracarys,” you command Astraea, and without a second of a doubt all you see once more is the bright majestic dragon fire.

Her flames consume everything in her path below. People running to the battlefield, servants and helpers, stables, storages. Astraea circles around and rains fire down on houses left untouched in the burning’s before, long-standing markets, new markets. People try to run away but with a flap of her wings, her flames capture them too.

You should feel remorse watching everyone burn within seconds, you should regret pressing on, but all you feel is pride. You can’t say it takes away the pain, but it helps ease your agonizing heart.

It’s why you can’t bring yourself to stop until it looks like the town is made of dragon fire. The castle still stands, but even if the traitors live they won’t for a while longer. But you’ll handle them after Daeron.

Your uncle is first, so without wasting another minute you nudge Astraea’s back spines to the side. She swings around and flies past the town.

Addam is burning away the field and the soldiers running away and into battle, but since your people are now fighting below too he’s careful, leaving you a clearish view of the field.

Tessarion still hasn’t joined the battle, she's not flying over here alone, which means her rider is still somewhere below. As to where? You search and examine the busy field. Astraea flies low to the ground and slow.

You approach where you think he’ll be, and though the screens of smoke make things opaque you then spot the bigger tent that can only belong to a prince.

He can actually be fighting somewhere else, but you’ll start your search here.

Thus you nudge one of Astraea’s backspines to have her turn around. However, it’s as she’s about to turn that you spot him, your uncle walking out of the tent in his armor, and an eyepatch over the eye you took.

All you have to say about that is that Aemond pulled it off better.

Nevertheless, you still shoot Daeron a smirk before you stand up on your dragon's back as she’s still moving. You then turn around and begin to run down her with your weapons strapped to you. Daeron watches you do it without an ounce of fear and clenches his jaw.

Once you reach Astraea’s tail you jump off and gracefully land on the ground just a few feet away from Daeron.

“I’ve been looking for you uncle!” You throw out smugly and hear Astraea land a few feet away from you.

Daeron pulls his sword out of his sheath and rebuttals. “Here I am, niece. Ready to take what you took from me.”

You smirk. “I'll say your brother pulled off the one eye look a lot better. You…look like a poor imitation.”

“I don’t like to harm women,” Daeron says, making you look at him in disgust—“but,” he continues. “I’ll make an exception and kill you.”

You scoff. “Good.”

Before either of you can move, Seasmoke passes right in between Daeron and you and blasts fire down, creating a barrier between your uncle and you.

Not like it stops you, it only makes you more excited. And it fills Daeron with uneasiness as he sees your glare past the flames match the glare your dragon wears in the distance.

“Will your dragon join after you’re dead or what?” Daeron comments.

You pull your sword out and point back at her. “Astraea? No. She’s just waiting for me to be done with you. We still have a battle to win after this, so let's make this quick.”

Daeron lifts his chin with confidence. “Let’s,” he mutters.

You deepen your smirk, and before he knows it you run through the flames Seasmoke left behind, and charge at Daeron.

He matches your pace and when you meet in the middle you clash swords and challenge each other's strength by pressing back to try and knock each other down.

“For whatever it’s worth,” Daeron sneers as he pushes back. “I am sorry for your loss. I know how much you loved my brother.”

You groan with slight anger as a response before you catch him off guard and use your foot to kick him back.

Daeron stumbles back, and as he does you slide forward and swing down on his helm hard, causing it to crack where you struck it. You try to swing again, but Daeron parry’s.

“Can you do me a favor?” You ask with a teasing smile as you move back. “Greet him for me when you see each other in one of the seven hells.”

Daeron scoffs and tries to swing, but you duck and then spin around him to switch sides. Daeron quickly turns around and faces you.

You keep quiet this time and just let out a deep breath before you raise your sword and point it at him. Daeron lifts his chin and smirks at you out of smugness and slight pride for you. He saw you here now in your silver armor and red cloak flowing behind you, and he saw every bit of a Targaryen Warrior your ancestors were. It makes him motivated and excited.

He then lifts his sword to get ready to counter, and you charge at him again. Daeron mirrors your actions and runs at you too. Just as you meet halfway, you slide down past him and let go of your sword. You then twirl around on your heels, reach back to quickly pull your bow hanging around you, and then rapidly pull out an arrow, and lastly aim.

Daeron brings himself to a skidding spot, and the moment he turns he spots you on your knee with a bow and an arrow now pointing at him. Before he can even react though you draw and fire, managing to hit him right in the throat.

“I said I have places to be,” you break your silence.

Dareron begins to choke on his blood, but still tries to reach for the arrow to try and get it out. You watch him for a moment before you hang your bow around you again and walk to him.

Daeron backs away from you, but he’s not fast, so after you collect your sword off the ground you catch up to him.

“Any last words?” You ask in a cold tone. “No? Yeah, Lucerys never got the chance either.” You spit at Daeron’s feet before you clench your jaw and raise your sword. Daeron lifts his hands to try and stop you, but you don’t care, you swing harshly and manage to slide his head clean off his shoulders.

“Fuck the Greens,” you grumble and wipe the blood off your face.

Now, to help Addam. But first, you collect Daeron’s head off the ground and realize it’s heavier than you imagined.

“You’ll make a good gift for your mother. Or Aegon…” that bastard is probably still alive. You’ll have to kill him next then.

Regardless, you turn and see Astraea already walking to you, crushing dying soldiers with her huge feet. You proceed to meet her halfway and she lowers her neck so you can quickly mount her.

“<Let's go find Addam,>” you tell her as you tuck Daeron’s head in a satchel you tied around one of her back spines.

Astraea stomps ahead and when she can, she flaps her wings and ascends to the night sky. And now that you’re flying above the castle walls you see Tessarion disembarking from the cloud bank and diving towards Seasmoke. It seems that Addam hasn’t noticed you, he’s too busy looking for any trail of Tessarion, but he fails to notice her too, so you take this moment and nudge Astraea.

Who knows if any of your signals gets to your dragon, she’s so big that it’s doubtful she feels your gentle nudges, but you still try, and she does what you ask regardless.

She stays quiet and continues to blend with the night sky. Tessarion’s gaze is set on Seasmoke so she doesn’t catch Astraea until your dragon slams into her side and shoves her down towards the ground.

Tessarion bellows out in response, and Addam finally turns and catches you now in the sky. You on the other hand hold on for dear life since you don’t have a saddle anymore. Astraea tries to be careful but there’s only so much she can do.

Nevertheless, Tessarion tries to use the claws on her wings to hurt Astraea, but you’re she-dragon clamps her jaw down on Tessarion’s throat, and blows fire out on her face, basking her face in a raging ball of fire that burns the only thing not he heavily protected against flames, her eyes.

Tessarion shrieks out sharply as her eye continues to get burnt, making your ears hurt since you’re so close. She can’t even attempt to fight back, Astraea only lets go moments before she can hit the ground. Sadly though, Tessarion slams into the ground, with a loud crash that sends up a cloud of dirt.

Astraea doesn’t bother to counter, she swoops back to the sky, and it’s only now that you can see Addam mounted on his dragon. He flashes you a proud grin before he taps his chest with his fist, showing only a gesture that you both knew, an intimate gesture between a brother and a sister that you took as comfort.

You return the gesture and he offers you a nod. There’s so much to say, but there’s no time right now, you’ll have to say it after. You get comforted with this simple thing now and just have Astraea meet him and Seasmoke halfway. You proceed to look down and gasp as you catch a different dragon, the old Bronze fury, Vermithor, who is as big as both your dragons combined.

But not to worry, right? Astraea and Seasmoke have courage, that alone makes up for their lack in size.

Yet you still need to be careful. Silverwing still resides nearby, and Tessarion isn’t dead yet.

However, it doesn’t seem like Vermirthor has a rider on his back. He won’t be weaker, he’s old and experienced, so the best chance to survive this is by getting rid of Vermithor first. Addam seems to know that and has Seasmoke dive down towards Vermithor as he only makes it 20 feet above the ground.

You follow suit, and as Seasmoke gets Vermithor’s neck, Astraea bites his tail and they both slam him hard into the mud, creating a small crater.

You can’t help but smirk, but that soon is wiped off as Vermithor whips his tail to Astraea. You almost get hit by him but luckily Astraea lets go of him and jerks away. It makes you fumble, but you hang on and manage to stay on her back.

Next, your dragon doesn’t spare a second and she sinks her teeth into Vermithor's hind legs, causing the dragon to shriek and whip his tail again. This time he hits Astraea's neck so hard it cuts her deep.

“Astraea!” You cry out.

Your dragon lets go and backs away, you take this time to look at Addam and Seasmoke, and you see that they have managed to entangle themselves so much that Seasmoke can’t find a way out.

“Addam!” You yell out, and actually catch his attention. “You have to get off!”

Your half-brother shakes his head. “No. Not yet! Go. Find Tessarion and get rid of her too. We can reunite and get rid of Silverwing next!”

You part your lips to argue, but he’s right, the dragons outmatch your numbers regardless of your dragons might. So you listen and have Astraea swing around.

Luckily, she does because you catch Tessarion descending from the sky trying to catch you off guard.

Astraea roars out and flaps her wings to soar up at a quick speed, making Tessarion flap her own wings and shoot down towards her. Neither seems like they’ll stop before impact, so you try and make yourself small as you grip onto your dragon.

The moment they crash into each other though, the impact is so hard that one of your hands slips, making you dangle off your dragon's back.

“Fuck! Fuck!” You panic and don’t even look down to avoid knowing how far the drop is. You use all your upper body strength and pull yourself up to grab onto the other back spine. Once you have a good grip you fling yourself over to clench your thighs on the sides as both dragons continue to grip onto each other and twirl down to the ground.

You trust your dragon to keep you safe so you tuck your head down as your world spins, making your stomach churn and feel the need to throw up rise up your throat. You don’t even know how close you get to the ground until Tessarion slams Astraea so hard on the ground that you lose your grip and fall off her back. Which you’re to blame for not having a saddle.

But regardless you roll on the ground just like Tessarion makes Astraea roll away from you as they continue to tussle. You try to stop yourself, but before you can you come to a harsh stop as a sharp sword impales into your chest cavity.

You choke and freeze. While your heart feels like it pangs at that instant. For a good moment your mind spins leaving you to grasp nothing, but once it stops and everything is clear all you know is throbbing pain.

Fuck.

“Fuck!” You cry out.

You can’t take it out, you can’t take it out. Fuck. Fuck.

It even hurts to breathe, to keep your heart beating, which is surprising that it still does. Fuck.

Okay, you need to focus, get up. Get up.

You flip around and tremble as you push yourself to your knees.

Now find someone to help you.

However, all you see when you look up is Vermithor ripping Seasmoke's head off his body.

“Addam!” You bellow, and proceed to shriek out as that effort hurts your wound.

Not like you let it stop you, you recover and stand up to walk over to try and find him since you can’t see him from where you are.

“Addam!”

You make it about 6 feet before your knees buckle from the pain and you fall to the mud with a cry.

Is this the end? Here?

No. It can’t. You still need to see your mother, you want to see…him too. One last time. You need to fight.

Fight.

You throw your head up and catch Astraea ripping Tessarion’s wing off his body before she crashes back on the ground. She’s hurt too, but not as badly as you. She gets up and struggles to take flight since her wing seems to be wounded, but she still manages to flap her wings, and rises. You can’t say Tessarion does the same.

You then look ahead and see Vermithor try and fly away with Seasmokes head, but his own torn wings can’t hold his weight so he falls. Where’s Addam?

You slowly push yourself back up to your feet and drag yourself forward. You keep fighting off the exhaustion that makes you want to close your eyes. You fight off the pain and move forward. Fight.

Fight…

But you can’t hold your weight, you fall to your knees. This time after your efforts you see Addam walking away from his dragon's body. He’s bleeding from his shoulder, his nose and eyes are bleeding too, and one of his legs is bent. Still he catches you in the distance and drags himself towards you.

“Addam!” You call out in a shaky voice, and push yourself up again to walk to him.

You don’t make it far, he doesn’t either. He stumbles and falls on his back. You fall on your knees and then fall on your back.

“Addam,” you croak and feel that darkness begin to cloud your eyesight as the pain becomes insufferable.

“Sister,” he groans.

You drag your hand out towards him, and he reaches out for you. You didn’t make it to each other's side, but you make it close enough to touch each other's fingers.

You started off hating him now you can’t fathom that truth that’s to come…his death.

At least though, you’ll die together. So you welcome the darkness, you let your eyes slowly flutter close.

However, through your clouded sight you make Astraea out above you. You feel her claws grab your body, and feel the air brush over you as she lifts you up into the sky with you in her grip.

She flies away, but you don’t see where because the darkness then takes you.

Maybe you’ll see your father now. Your grandmother, and your brothers in whatever bliss you fall into. You’ll know peace before paying for what you’ve done.

That’s all you want after all peace…

“Y/N?”

You know that voice. You haven’t heard it in a while.

You open your eyes and smile. “Father?” You call out.

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A/N- you know what’s next?

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[brightpawstims]

hmm may i ask for an artificer meme board :333 explosions!!! chaos!!! hellfire!!! maybe even that one elmo fire gif if u so desire........... please and thank u!

meme board of artificer for anon (i know what you are :3333)

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[middle gif made by me. i had to record this at 11pm hah. feelf ree to use it if you wish just link credit to this]

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[lizkreates]

HEY HEY !!!! have you made cat stickers before?? I saw your boop day drawing and it reminded me of something I'd seen before

Hi there! I haven't made any cat stickers before, but I have some ideas I'd love to get to one day.

If it reminds you of anything, the cat boop drawing is based on the Elmo's Fire gif! It's one of my favs. :3

#asks #lizanswers

[blitzy-blitzwing]

Literally years ago I mentioned that I loved your use of the elmo fire gif, not sure if you remember me!

Earlier today I was watching the finale of Mandalorian, a scene in the climax resembles the elmo fire gif so well that I busted out laughing and forgot all about the tension the scene was building up.

Wanted to come back and thank you once again, that damn gif and its many uses have brought me so much joy!

Omg it’s perfect.

#it’s that right?? #🤣🤣 #freaking perfect

[pedrito-friskito]

finally taking care of Steve cuz he takes care of u and everyone all the time

GUESS WHO’S BACK WITH SOMETHING OUT OF LEFT FIELD HAHAHA thank you for this one nonnie 💕 something spicy beneath the cut 😏

🔥friday night fever!🔥

Steve rambles when he’s stressed. 

Honestly, you find it endearing, how he just can’t seem to keep his mouth shut, his words jumping from one train of thought to another so quickly you have to backpedal mentally just to keep up. He talks with his hands, one on his hip and one in his hair, pushing nervously through the already wayward strands, gesticulating wildly as he fills you in on the latest crisis.

He was reluctant to tell you about the supernatural-goings-on he had found himself involved with in Hawkins, but when things got too close to home — a rogue demodog had literally burst into your house — it was Steve that came to your rescue, beating the thing off with a nail-studded baseball bat.

You’d been on a few dates with Steve The Hair Harrington already, but that was the final straw. Especially when he’d stayed with you afterwards, cleaned up the claw marks on your arm and spoke to you so calmly you could feel the stress and confusion melting off of you.

“But, you know Henderson,” he’s saying now, pacing the floor in front of your bed. You were supposed to be having a movie night — Family Video had finally got a copy of St. Elmo’s Fire and Steve had promised to watch it with you — but you made the mistake of asking how the gaggle of younger kids that followed him around were, then he got to talking, so you were listening, and that was…nearly forty minutes ago. “He doesn’t listen to me, ever. In one ear and out the other, I swear to god, and you know, now he’s a high school kid and there’s this guy, Eddie Munson—”

“Steve,” you call, trying to get him to break focus, but it doesn’t work.

“—he runs this thing called Hellfire Club? Like, should I be concerned for these kids? I don’t even know what D&D stands for and I just—”

“Steve,” you call louder this time, grabbing one of the pillows off your bed and launching it at him.

He lets out a low oomph as it connects with his shoulder, catching the thing and throwing it back at you. “I’m rambling again, aren’t I?” he asks, both hands on his hips now. He waves a hand, stepping towards you. “I’m sorry, babe, I’m just—”

“Worried about them,” you grin, reaching out a hand as he moves closer to the bed. “I don’t mind, Steve, you know I don’t. I think it’s sweet.”

He makes a face, lower lip jutting out as he flops onto the bed. You manoeuvre yourself quickly, curling your fingers around his wrist and then pulling him towards you, his head in your lap. It fits into the crooks of your knees, and you sift his hair through your knuckles. His eyes flutter shut, and your other hand sprawls on his chest, the fabric of his crewneck warm and soft against your palm. “I just feel like I can’t keep up with it sometimes, you know? But someone’s gotta look out for these kids, take care of them.” Slowly, you lean down, kiss his mouth softly. When you pull back, there’s an easy smile on his face. “Take care of you.”

You sigh, rubbing your hand across his chest. “And who takes care of you then, hmm?” you ask. “You can’t do it all on your own, Harrington.” Your hand moves lower, trailing over his stomach. You pause when you reach his belt. “Can I?”

“Huh?” he breathes out, voice already blissed-out, and when you tilt your head to look at him, his pupils are blown, lips parted as he looks back at you.

“Let me take care of you, Steve.”

“You don’t have to do that, babe.”

“I know I don’t,” you counter, “but I want to.”

He flushes. “O-okay.”

You’re not entirely sure what switch you’ve managed to flip, but he goes pliant in your hands, completely relaxing into your grip. His thighs jump when your hand roves lower, palm skirting over where he’s starting to strain against the zipper of his jeans. Steve groans into your mouth when you kiss him again, pulling your leg from beneath his head, adjusting yourself so you can lean over him. You twine your hand in his hair again, using it as leverage to tilt his head back, baring his throat to you. You lick along his pulse, paying close attention to each freckle dotting his skin.

You hit a ticklish spot, and the way he flinches and wheezes a laugh has you both giggling, but it turns back to moans and a soft almost-whimper as you start to make your way down his body. The hem of his crewneck lifts easily, his hips lifting in the air when you drag your mouth along his stomach, nosing through the soft hair that leads below his belt. He’s got one hand in your hair, one fisted ink your sheets, and you can feel him watching as you fumble with his buckle and the button on his jeans.

“Babe,” he breathes out, air shuddering out of him when your mouth moves against the hard outline of him through his briefs. “Jesus Christ.”

“No, just me,” you tease, winking at him when he stares down at you, smile tugging at his lips. You hold his gaze, one hand moving to curl in the elastic of his briefs, tugging down slowly. Those full lips of his part slowly, eyes glued to you as his cock springs free, and you waste no time dragging your tongue up the length of him.

He’s a perfect combination of lax and taut under you. The room fills with his sounds, carefree and drenched with pleasure. “Oh my god,” he croons, one knee bending, foot sliding along your spine. It spurs you on, sucking him down, gripping the base of him just tight enough. Both his hands are in your hair now, and your eyes are still locked, watching the way his mouth forms a perfect o when the tip of him hits the back of your throat. It makes tears spring in your eyes, but you power through. 

Steve shouts your name as he cums, his entire body twitching and spamming with the force of it, and you take it all in stride, swallowing everything he has to give. You’re still watching his face, pulling off him with a quiet pop before licking your lips and shuffling back up his body. He grabs hold of you instantly, crushing you to his chest, rolling you slightly. He kisses you rough, unperturbed by the taste of himself on your tongue. “Mmm,” he grumbles, and you can feel the sound rumble through his chest. “I should let you take care of me more often.”

“Yes, you really should,” you quip, smiling against his lips. He lets on hand drop low, riding the curve of your hip and teasing along the waist of your leggings.

Steve nips at your bottom lip. “Now, let me return the favour?”

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[astrum-aetherium]

OK SO

I was watching St. Elmo’s Fire and this scene of 80s chain smoking/writer/ cynical Andrew McCarthy makes me crumble and I’m not exactly sure why, but it just screams country weekends era of TSH to me and I need validation 😵‍💫

AHHHHH!!! i just screamed. you're disturbing my soul's utter tranquility with this (thank you). the picture practically paints itself: i can imagine all of them lounging outside on ancient yet lavish patio chairs, telling one another old anecdotes in greek or sharing gossipy stories from campus, mainly told by richard (who certainly cares and gets around way more than the rest do, confined in their pretentious little academic bubble).

laughing out smoke through gritted teeth, at times choking on it. gradually getting drunker and drunker as the sun sets lower and lower. descending into inebriation the same way the sun descends beyond the horizon. having the time of your life, tasting your youth on the tip of your tongue. realizing you may never feel the same way you do right now.

i could howl from how badly i need to experience this. preferably with the characters. ahhh!!! GOD!!! please tell me how to refer to you (gwynnie?) so i can personally thank you for sharing this gif. it's all i've been thinking about ever since i received this ask. you are a wonder, my dear. ever since the lipstick ask. love, love, love your media submissions. you do it unlike anyone else.

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[averagewriter-inthedark]

Video Killed The Radio Star ⭐️ | Rhett Abbott Headcanon

Link to my Rhett Abbott Masterlist

Rhett dating someone obsessed with the 80s would look like:

The second verse in the song “1985,” by Bowling for Soup literally describes you when it goes, “She’s seen all the classics. She knows every line. Breakfast Club, Pretty In Pink, even St. Elmo’s Fire. She rocked to Wham! Not a big Limp Bizkit fan. Thought she’d get a hand on a member of Duran Duran.” Yeah, you’ve seen all the classics (including Dirty Dancing, Footloose, Top Gun, The Outsiders, The Karate Kid, Terminator, etc) and can recite every line to the point you don’t even need your eyes on the screen when the scene plays. Rhett was amazed the first time he witnessed it and would challenge you during the scenes with a lot of dialogue.

Rhett was well aware of your love for the 80s. The movies, the music, the aesthetic, just everything. The whole damn reason y’all met was because you worked at the record store in town. He’d always admired you from afar and finally got the courage to go in and talk to you. Wearing an AC/DC shirt and smudged eyeliner, you definitely gave off that classic rock look. Sometimes he’d come in and you were more colorful like when channeling Cyndi Lauper or Witney Houston.

After that first conversation Rhett swore he could hear you talk for hours. You spitted fact after fact to him when he asked questions about a particularly band or movie. Like you knew the exact date MTV launched on cable (August 1st, 1981) and the first music video that aired (Video Killed The Radio Star by The Buggles). Other famous events you knew by heart were Charles & Diana’s wedding, the Space Shuttle Challenger explosion, the Berlin Wall coming down, and the fact the 1984 L.A Olympics was boycotted by the USSR & their allies.

Rhett could easily pick up on who your favorite bands/artists, songs, movies, and 80s heartthrobs were by how consistently you spoke of them. It amazed him, especially because you were likely either a small child or not even alive when the 80s happened, but everything about you screamed you were born in the wrong decade. “I take it if you could go back in time and choose a decade to live in, It’d be the 80s huh?” “Is that even a question? It’s why I need them to crack the code to time travel so I can go!”

Anytime y’all go on road trips you are in charge of the aux and Rhett has grown accustomed to your choice of music. By now he knows all the lyrics from Def Leppard’s Hysteria and almost everything from Journey and Whitney Houston. Before he met you, all Rhett listened to was country and maybe a modern pop or jazz/blues artist once in a blue moon, now his music taste has broaden to classic/metal rock & techno pop. He personally prefers AC/DC, Guns n Roses, & The Simple Minds and you’ll catch him jamming when he thinks you’re not in the room. “Don’t look at me like that, Y/n.” “I’m just admiring those moves, cowboy.” “Stop right there, or imma have to punish you.” “Does punish involve playing ‘Pour Some Sugar On Me,’ if you know what I mean?”

Anytime y’all go on road trips you are in charge of the aux and Rhett has grown accustomed to your choice of music. By now he knows all the lyrics from Def Leppard’s Hysteria and almost everything from Journey and Whitney Houston. Before he met you, all Rhett listened to was country and maybe a modern pop or jazz/blues artist once in a blue moon, now his music taste has broaden to classic/metal rock & techno pop. He personally prefers AC/DC, Guns n Roses, & The Simple Minds and you’ll catch him jamming when he thinks you’re not in the room. “Don’t look at me like that, Y/n.” “I’m just admiring those moves, cowboy.” “Stop right there, or imma have to punish you.” “Does punish involve playing ‘Pour Some Sugar On Me,’ if you know what I mean?”

Not many groups/artists still toured, but the ones that did you guys would try your best to attend the concerts. Together you both saw Pat Benetar, Def Leppard, Journey, & even Rick Springfield a couple times. On your bucket list is to see Mötley Crue, Metallica, Cyndi Lauper, and Joan Jett.

When it comes to birthdays & holidays, Rhett loves to spoil you when he gets enough money too. Merchandise and collectors items are usually what he sets his eyes on to get you, but then he discovered the annual ‘80s in the Sand’ festival that takes place in the Dominican Republic where several of your favorite artists/groups will attend. When he heard about that, Rhett was on a mission. For over a year he saved every penny to book flights, tickets, rooms at the resort before surprising you on your birthday with an envelope. You were a fucking mess at the table when you opened the envelope and read the writing—you couldn’t believe he actually got you tickets for the festival. “What the fuck, Rhett—o-oh my gosh how did you—how did you do this!?” You stuttered between sobs, tackling him to the floor and kissing all over his face as he laughed beneath you. “I love you so much—thank you thank you. This is the best gift ever!!”

The anticipation and working so hard to take you to the festival was so worth it when you guys arrived. The smile on your face never left and Rhett swore you were gonna pass out when Simon Le Bon from Duran Duran waved to you. “I just fucking made eye contact with Simon fucking Le Bon—Rhett!! He waved at me!!” Then after y’all had some drinks at the hotel bar you about shit your pants at the realization Nina Blackwood, one of the five original MTV’s VJ’s, was sitting next to you and had complimented your outfit.

Each time you happened to get the once in a life time chance to meet/interact with the artist/group you spent years fangirling over, Rhett would have a tissue ready to catch your tears (of happiness of course) and capture every picture/video so you could have it forever. He literally was the best boyfriend you could ask for, still in disbelief he had given you such an amazing gift he knew you would cherish till the day you died. It was truly the experience of a lifetime.

That entire trip Rhett fell more in love with you and with your love for the decade. He could see it in your eyes and how you connected with people not only y’all’s age who were there, but also the older folks who grew up during that time. Rhett couldn’t wait for you both to go again the next year, making it a goal to attend annually and working to save every penny to make sure he could see that light in you shine bright in the place you belonged.

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[fourphoenixfeathers]

I posted 492 times in 2022

That's 295 more posts than 2021!

276 posts created (56%)

216 posts reblogged (44%)

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I tagged 449 of my posts in 2022

Only 9% of my posts had no tags

#submas - 175 posts

#ingo - 134 posts

#emmet - 114 posts

#kat answers - 92 posts

#kat art - 78 posts

#mutuals my beloved - 48 posts

#ei - 39 posts

#submas fusion au - 38 posts

#kat rambles - 37 posts

#paper lantern au - 28 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#if i had a nickel for every paper lantern chandelure ive seen someone mention who wasnt me id have. um. i cant remember but its not a lot

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Rejoice, DP x Submas crossover be upon ye! I'm calling it Ghost Train au because that's how Ingo and Akari get home.

The distortion world is just pokemon ghost zone and Akari and Ingo became halfas when they got eeby deebied.

Ingo's obsession is conducting and safety, but he can fulfill it well enough with his "guiding travellers on Coronet" job to survive, even if he isn't at full power. Akari, who is actually Rowan's assistant Dawn instead of the dppt protag Dawn, has an obsession with caring for and studying pokemon. Helping Laventon with the Pokedex and helping out at the pasture are right up her alley.

Feel free to ask questions, I spent all day monday brainstorming in discord and I have sooo many details. I love how many people there are also dp fans, I'm living.

Here's a sketch for the titular ghost train! I left my tablet pen at home today, so i couldn't clean and color it :'>

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391 notes - Posted June 9, 2022

#4

I finished that WIP! They have matching goatees :>

679 notes - Posted May 25, 2022

#3

I've been thinking about paper lantern au a bit for reasons, so i realized I never drew what Ingo looks like when he gets home!

Poor guy has to do his PT before he can get back on the trains... But hey, he gets a neat custom chandelure-themed staff to hang his lantern up on.

I also have extra spooky mode, for when the unruly passengers be acting up.

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710 notes - Posted September 12, 2022

#2

Happy trainguy Tuesday! Have a ghost train for a ghost guy.

Just when i think the hyperfixation is fading, i start a complex piece for my most niche au yet... Anyways i just really like the image of Ingo riding a ghost train through the Distortion World. This composition has been rattling around in my brain since I made the au.

St. Elmo's Fire is playing through the loudspeakers on blast. It's somehow not as loud as Ingo himself.

776 notes - Posted June 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The Nimbasa City police department gets a call from Gear Station about a Neo Plasma invasion. It makes sense. Subway Boss Ingo is missing and Subway Boss Emmet has been on vacation searching for him for a while. Neo Plasma probably planned to strike the heart of the city while its strongest protectors were away. The NCPD sent a team to their aid immediately.

They arrive to see this:

Well, it looks like the bosses are back at least.

1,013 notes - Posted June 6, 2022

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[tasty-patches]

i got served this absolute banger (/s) of a Forbes article and now i'm going to make that everyone else's problem

this oughta be good...

Elon Musk is a great entrepreneur.

yeah, the success of twitter in the past year really supports that claim, Steve

Musk’s negative attributes have made it difficult for me to admit what a great man he is.

i suspect that you're not really struggling to tell everyone how great you think Elmo is. also no he's not. he is the opposite of a "great man" (which to Steve almost certainly means "rich, white and domineering") precisely because of his negative attributes, that's kind of how it works

I don’t believe CEOs should be drama queens, pick fights with regulators, or be mentally ill.

don't worry, the ableism doesn't stop there. but hey, we can all agree that CEOs shouldn't pick fights with regulators. though i might personally go one step further and say they also shouldn't lobby, bribe, or even really interact with regulators beyond complying with regulation

Steve goes on to list a couple of legitimate complaints, stock manipulation being the big one. he also points out the repeated missed deadlines of Tesla's promises. but then we're right back to nonsense

In terms of controversies, they just keep rolling. A partial list would include smoking marijuana on air...

yeah Steve. smoking weed is definitely the most controversial thing he's ever done

Musk takes great risks, moves fast, and creates a sense of urgency.

uh, yeah. i actually agree with that. granted Steve thinks those are good traits while i think they make Elon a moron

Musk has Asperger’s Syndrome. This can lead to a lack of empathy and even brutal behavior towards his employees. This syndrome, and his upbringing, also have led him to not shy away from confrontation and to being quick to fire workers.

there it is. Elon is bad because autism. told you there was more ableism

also, i'm just so sad for Elon that he had to grow up rich and white in during apartheid in South Africa. it must have been sooooo hard for him

and to cap it all off

There is a fallacy known as the good-looking-people bias. In this cognitive bias, people tend to attribute more positive qualities - intelligence, competence, friendliness, and success - to physically attractive people.

he's not going to fuck you Steve. also eww. imagine thinking this boiled egg of a man is attractive

#fuck elon musk #did i quote things out of context? absolutely; but we all know what Steve was trying to do with article

[lesbianmaxevans]

You’ve been acting weird since St. Elmo’s fire. What is it? Is it Kyle? Is something going on there? I’m sorry, between me and Kyle? Anatsa, we’re old friends. That’s it. That’s all. Right.

[Image Description: Five stacked gifs from Roswell, New Mexico.

Anatsa: You’re just willing to share important things with him, but not me. Isobel: That’s not true. Anatsa: It is. Ever since I told you I love you, things have been different. I don’t have to know everything, but when you lie to me about things that are obviously affecting you, it hurts, Iz. Isobel: I know- Anatsa: I’m tired of feeling like the side chick in my own relationship.]

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