andromeda

⭐️ 22 ⭐️ aspiring marine biologist, music & book lover, anime & movie enjoyer

[believeyourgalaxy]

the way that van gogh uses yellow or the self for frida kahlo

i could be that for you

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★ 22

★ capricorn

★ they/them, she/her

★ disaster bi

💕haikyuu, boku no hero academia, free!, kuroko no basket, demon slayer, jujutsu kaisen, saiki k., spyxfamily, GIVEN, frieren

★ listening to: big band jazz

★ currently watching: house of the dragon

★ i’m reading: the odyssey

ser duncan is my knight and i am his dear lady wife

[goldenhoneyedwine]

hiiii, any thoughts on dunk looking after his pregnant traveler companion (maybe the baby is his…maybe it isn’t *and maybe it’s even sweeter of him if it isnt*)

do i have thoughts... does a bear sh*t in the woods? LOL... thank you for the request i have many things to say on this topic! content tags for pregnancy, discussion of pregnancy symptoms, emetophobia, very brief mention of sex, dunk is incredibly down bad for reader and has breeding kink obviously

In the beginning of your term, Dunk in worried sick. Almost as sick as you. Like clockwork, you are nauseous in the morning, turning away any bit of food he offers. After loosing any breakfast you manage to force down, Dunk paces in front of you, hunched over as you heave. Dunk is about ready to do the same. He rubs your back, places a cold, wet cloth on your neck. "Oh little lady, 'm so sorry." He doesn't know exactly what he is apologizing for, but he wants to take away your suffering. He mummers comforting words into the back of your head, trying to do anything in his power to make you feel better. He bends to your whims of your cravings. One day you crave salty cured meats, then wave them away the next. Dunk is patient and understanding through it all. You are exhausted, your body going through so many foreign changes at once. Dunk lays down next to you, earlier than you would normally retire to bed. He will assume your chores, giving you ample time to rest. He does not want you overexerting yourself in the slightest.

In the middle, Dunk is feral. Your stomach has started to pop, a noticeable swell in your middle making the perfect bump in your dress. Your clothes fit differently; your breasts have increased in size, straining at the fabric so much you've had to refit the seams. Your hips and arse take on a bit more weight too. Every time Dunk sees you, his mouth instantly starts watering in a pavlovian reaction. To him, you exude the most holy image of the mother, with your glowing skin and newly ample curves to grab onto. You and Dunk are stopping at an inn for the night, and he pulls a chair out for you to rest, while he speaks to the innkeeper. After a short time, he returns to find you holding a baby, he judges to be half a year old. Not your own of course, but the inn keeper's. You had offered to hold the child for a short time to give the frazzled mother a break. The babe bounces in your arms, smiling and cooing at you, delighted to be meeting a new face. The babe's pudgy fingers clumsily pull at your dress, searching for your breast to feed. The tiny thing is not fully capable in holding her own neck up, but follows the sweet scent of milk, and the warmth of your body to nuzzle into your chest. "Oh I'm sorry little one" you giggle at the baby's cheery gurgles and flailing limbs, "There's nothing for you there. Not yet anyways" Dunk chokes down a groan, all the blood rushing out of his brain and into his cock. He is rendered stupid and speechless, seeing you with the little babe. You look so nurturing and beautiful. The smile on your face is undeniable as the child clings to your softness. Dunk's face is tomato red as he tears his gaze away. If he looks any longer, his erection threatens to tear through his pants. He grumbles some excuse about tending to the horses, then exits the inn quickly. If you hadn't already been with child, Dunk would have put one in you that night.

In the end of your term, Dunk is protective. You are past walking, your stomach protrudes so much, it's more of a hobble now. You hold your belly-balance off center- as Dunk follows closely behind you. His hand hovers over your elbow, ready to catch you the moment he judges you to be unsteady. Dunk never lets you out of his sight for a moment, never letting you go into town or near the horses unaccompanied. He must make sure you are safe and looked after. Nothing could matter to him more than your safety. He rubs your aching back with his massive hands. It's impossible not to lean into his touch as he digs deliciously into your muscles. Dunk's hand rests gently on your middle at all times, but especially in the presence of others. A simple hand on you to let others know you are under his protection, and will be the subject of no prying eyes. The king's road can be a treacherous place, but you never spare a worrying thought when you know Dunk is watching over you.

[pmamtraveller]

Fairy Receiver by Masaaki Sasamoto

[dracarjs]

۶ৎ jacaerys velaryon x fem!stark!reader

you and jacaerys were visiting your birthplace, winterfell, however jace seems to be struggling to adapt to the merciless weather of the north.

cw: fluff, kissing

an aroma of amber and cedarwood oils lingered round your chambers, clashing with the scent of smoke coming from the burning fire from the other side of the room.

you and jace had been wedded for nearly two moons. you had missed winterfell dearly, and were pleased to be back home, even if it was only temporary.

you had quickly adjusted to the cruel temperatures of the north, which wasn’t unusual as you were raised here.

jace, on the other hand, was not handling the cold as well as you.

the other day, you were walking around the perimeter of the castle to have some alone time with jace. you missed the snow terribly, and it was so soothing to be walking through it again. even better now that you were with your dear jacaerys.

the snow was quite deep, but you weren’t bothered. you missed trudging through the snow. this was normal to you. but this was not normal for jace.

it took you a while to notice his discomfort as you had been so focused on your rambles about how much you missed it here in winterfell.

you know he loves listening to your voice, he’s told you countless times. but as soon as you realised how quiet he’d been, it was too late.

your hand had been in his the whole time, only after you’d stopped talking then you realised his fingers were trembling, and felt close to frozen.

you looked at his face solemnly. he looked awfully uncomfortable. his nose was flushed bright pink, his lips were pale and quivering, and before you knew it his teeth were chattering as well.

your brow furrowed in pity, and he gave you an agonising smile. you went back to great hall immediately to warm up.

now, you were lay in bed, curled up in furs and silk with your love, jacaerys.

he was relieved.

you placed your head on his chest. you focused on his heartbeat as you intertwined your fingers with his dark curls, whilst your other hand rested on his shoulder.

you felt his hand move from the bedsheet to your back, and he began to rub your back rhythmically, the feeling making you melt into him.

you move the hand that was on his shoulder and bring it to his face. you cup his cheek in your hand and look up at him.

he was already looking at you, with a sweet smile on his face.

you feel his heartbeat fasten, and press a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth.

you pulled away and gave him a smile and his face flushed rose. he didn’t think twice before pulling you up onto his lap with his back against the headboard.

he looked at you for a moment, cherishing your sweet face, before diving into a deep, ravenous kiss. it was clumsy at first; desperate, before winding into a seductive rhythm.

the feeling of his soft lips on yours mesmerised you, making you crave him more than ever. his tongue surged into your mouth fervently, and yours followed.

your hands clawed at his solid chest, then slid up his linen shirt, roaming round his muscular back. his hands steadied your hips, controlling your movements, keeping you stable.

he broke the kiss, making you mumble frustratedly, before moving down to your neck to place compassionate pecks up and down, targeting your pulse and most sensitive spots.

his lips moved delicately, hypnotic, sending you into a trance of overwhelming pleasure. he occasionally nibbled at your earlobe, sending shockwaves through you, head to toe. every movement he made, every place he touched made you only want more.

he finally pulled away, looking at you with upmost affection.

‘it’s much nicer in here than outside, isn’t it?’ his lips curled upwards into a grin.

you giggle at his words.

‘we can’t stay in here forever’, you mumble back. ‘though, i wouldn’t mind it.’

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a/n: not proofread!! sorry if there are any mistakes. i hope this is good hehe. i’m so sad hotd is finished 😓 i’m missing my cutie helaena 😞

[wintrynightz]

| headcanons of Gwayne courting a reader whose personality is similar to helaena’s ۶ৎ

A/n:: English isn’t my 1st language so I apologise for any mistakes. I’m also already working on the marriage hcs

Cw:: mention of slight bullying. Gwayne being down bad for the reader. bugs

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.✦ ݁˖ You weren’t deaf to the whispers going around in the court about you. People whispering how you were an odd one, how you speak in riddles and none which you say made sense, how your fondness for the little creatures was unladylike. Some at least had the courtesy to gossip among each other, while some would tell straight to your parents how they feel sorry for you, and saying how it’ll be a real struggle for them to find a betrothal for someone like you

.✦ ݁˖ You caught Gwayne’s eyes as soon as he saw you. He had heard the rumours about you as much as any person, but he wasn’t fool enough to judge you based on poor gossip

.✦ ݁˖ Gwayne was determined on getting to know you, which wasn’t nearly as easy as he expected it to be. Most of the times you were hidden away in your chambers, and the rare times your presence was necessary you would disappear as soon as given the chance

.✦ ݁˖ one evening though, gods gifted Gwayne the chance to spend time with you alone. You were hidden away in the tower’s library, book about beetles in your hands, too focused to even notice the presence looking at you. Gwayne was admiring how calm and comfortable you looked, and how beautiful. All the others times he had seen you, you were looking anywhere but into someone’s eyes, you were keeping to yourself, soft frown settled on your face. Not now though, now you looked so comfortable. And so Gwayne scoffed to announce his presence

“What’s that you’re reading my lady?” The knight in front of you inquires as you look up from your book. You debate on being quiet, hoping your silence will make him leave, but something in him makes you feel comfortable enough to answer. So you do, telling him that the book in your hands is about beetles, some of your favourite bugs. Gwayne listened intently to you talk, asking questions after a question, showing genuine interest. “You seem to hold lot of knowledge, it’s admirable”

.✦ ݁˖ After that Gwayne knew for sure he wished to marry you. That he’ll do anything to prove you that he’s a good man and lives up to the stories told about him, and that he would make a great husband

.✦ ݁˖ Gwayne takes it upon him to read one or two books about bugs as well, to be able to bond over something with you. He’ll share new little fact he learned while offering to walk you to your chambers one evening

.✦ ݁˖ Gwayne respects it when you draw away from physical touch and he won’t force it upon but he will always offer it. When walking around the palace garden he’ll offer you his arm, if you refuse he’ll smile and put down his arm while just strolling beside you. If you do take upon his offer, his smile will be extra wide

.✦ ݁˖ When it comes to kissing the top of your hand, like the gentleman he is, instead of giving a quick peck as he does to all the other women, he leaves a long lingering kiss

.✦ ݁˖ Gwayne never made you feel weird, out of place, or that you should change yourself. No, he liked you for the way you were, he admired each and every little thing about you. It was safe to say the knight was smitten with you, wherever you were there you could find him as well. He’d bring you small little gifts simply because he wanted to. He would do whatever you wished to do, you wish to stroll around the garden and look for little creatures? He’ll be by your side and listening you to explain to him about the creature without single complaint.

.✦ ݁˖ Whenever he hears an ill minded whisper of you, he uses everything in him to not lash out on the person to tell them how wrong they are. He will always defend your honour, but the honourable man that he’s, he’ll do it politely

.✦ ݁˖ One night royal ball has taken over the palace, and the whole night Gwayne spends beside you, admiring how beautiful you look in your gown. As well as blissfully dancing with you, admiring how carefree you look. In the same evening he asks you if you were to be his wife and if he has your permission to ask your hand for marriage from your father. You agree

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[pmamtraveller]

Carlos Bonvalot “Pierrot” 1916

[possessable]

also facades and false identities are so fun . many such variations.

someone accidentally slipping further into a facade than they intended . someone purposefully retreating further into a facade . someone accidentally dropping their normally impeccable facade for a moment . someone purposefully letting their facade down as a taunt or mockery or in a genuine way because they're finally in a situation where they don't need the facade anymore . someone whose facade really is just a tool that they have complete control over and it never falters or fails . someone whose facade is the opposite and they're having a really bad time trying to maintain their facade or trying to maintain their true self under the facade . many such good options. all fun.

i love you facades and false identities and presentations of the self and separation of aspects of the self and

[ser-duncan-the-best]

No but who else is thinking about how Dunk is just naturally protective of Egg??? All the little gestures he just keeps on doing- putting an arm around him when the crowd starts freaking out after Aerion killed that horse, keeping Egg in front of him and shielding him with his body when they talk through that same crowd later on, giving him his cloak as a blanket when they sleep, lifting him up on his shoulders to watch the joust after Egg yelled for him..... Just so many tiny actions he never even thinks about or comments on

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

and like why is there even still gender segregated tennis in the first place. it's hitting shit with a racket. anyone can do that against anyone. like I feel like we've had pretty significant proof that women can and do whup any man's ass at tennis for uuuuuuh however long the Williams sisters have been doing it. what on earth is the point of "sex testing" the players. let them all just hit the fucking balls at whoever they want who gives a fuck.

[daciancatamite]

"my great grandmother who survived 3 wars and raised 10 children by herself while working in a factory watching me go to therapy because my parents yelled at me" ok but your great grandmother was also miserable. maybe your great grandmother would be happy you try your best to not be miserable

[notahorseindisguise]

some kids came on the train and saw someone they knew hopping on yhe train at the next station. one of them goes "yo is that gay sam??" and im like ughhh. okay is that what we're doing. and then sam comes over and theyre like GAY SAM WHATS UPP and gay sam is like NOT MUCH IM GOODDD IM FRIED RIGHT NOWW and they were like classic sam. so. thats on me for assuming honestly

[lickingandsuckingchristmascoins]

[zenn-xi]

" We are not beasts, but knights "

[cyberxbattalion]

[dramatic-dolphin]

not to sound like the friend that's too woke but why does this police station toyset for a 5yr old need a weapons safe full of tiny toy-sized automatic rifles. just asking.

[medievalcat]

House of the Dragon 03x08 | The Runaway Bunny by Margaret Wise Brown

[pmamtraveller]

Cat with a fish bowl Brooch - 1900s