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HOUSE OF THE DRAGON | Season 3 (2026)
I think I've seen this film before….
And I didn't like the ending….
HOUSE OF THE DRAGON | Season 3 (2026)
EMMA D'ARCY as RHAENYRA TARGARYEN — 1.10 | "The Black Queen"
going to be doing a profile rework — someones in her targaryen phase again, no, all my previous works are still being worked on. but expect aemond to be coming on into the works
falling asleep on a lover’s lap while they play with my hair would fix me i just know it
sometimes i wonder if i never responded to your ask in my inbox last april, that just maybe this dread would have never filled my mind every night.
Until The Day That I Die
analysis. you woke up in a strange home, it was a rich home. definitely not yours since you struggle financially, when your lawyer reveals herself to not be a real lawyer and a dangerous woman in the mob, you found yourself to be completely regretful on how you lacked attention to the contract she had you sign. your life? completely in her hands.
pairing. corrupt lawyer/mob boss!nat x puppy!reader
wc. 3.2k
warnings. dark themes, masc natasha (🧎♀️➡️), mob boss natasha, age gap (Nat is in her 30's, Reader is in her early 20's), gunshot wound, suggestive themes, starvation, illness, natasha literally just treats reader like a dog.
authors note. happy birthday to my dear friend, luv ya D! so grateful to have you as a friend :). taglist. @toorain @loneliestafterparty @littlewhorticulturist @the-lesbians-made-me-do-it
Evil Nat is just an angel ;D ts is good tigress🤌🏽
I am already guessing who this is, I don’t know when your birthday is. (I forgot to save it when you said so on your old blog and it was never mentioned again, only know it’s this month). Will say that first chapter will definitely be posted this week or the next. Depending if I fight the sickness.
As always, love ya & stay safe.
I really like it when she wears clothes over the body suit
Prologue
analysis. you, a early adult who is juggling three jobs and struggling financially is charged with murder against your neighbor who was brutally stabbed in the middle of the night. unable to hire a lawyer, the department has assigned you one of the lawyers they offer. little did you know that trusting this gorgeous redhead was going to play in a major change in your life.
pairing. corrupt lawyer/mob boss!nat x puppy!reader
wc. 0.8k
warnings. dark themes, masc natasha (🧎♀️➡️), mob boss natasha, kidnapping, gunshot wound, evil natasha (no she isn't she is just kindly rehoming you to her house), age gap (Nat is in her 30's, Reader is in her early 20's).
authors note. prologue written before i post chapter one…
“I didn’t do it,” The words that left your lips were immediate as soon as the door opened to the office you were dropped off in. The redhead that had walked in with a file in hand had stared directly into your eyes as soon as those words had blurted out of your lips like a cry for help. Natasha smirked, her body moving to sit in the chair across from you as pity adorned her features. Which to be honest, was faux. She had no pity, yet she was interested in you, her eyes scanned your features. You looked exactly like you did when the police officers took your photos when they brought you to the station to get interviewed for the investigation of a murder.
“As much as I’d like to believe you sweetheart, I can’t exactly help you out if that is all you’re going to say,” She said smoothly, setting the vanilla folder in front of her as she opened it up to look at the documents of your arrest and the statement that was made from the police department. Her tongue clicked against the top of her roof, you didn’t choose Natasha as your lawyer. No. You didn’t have the funds to hire one so the department had picked a lawyer for you to go to the court for your statement.
“I don’t even really know who Ms. Danvers was, why would I kill her?” You had stated rapidly, tears were finding your eyes as you pleadingly looked at the lawyer in front of you. Hands shaking as you brought them together against the table to pick at the skin above the crevices of your nail beds. A calloused hand had grabbed yours, the comfort of the lawyer odd but it was appreciated.
“Look, I get why I would be suspected. Just a lone, freshly young adult who is struggling financially while juggling three jobs, but I swear on my mama’s life that I have not talked to Ms. Danvers for more than five minutes in my life, she was just my neighbor who I never knew,” You explained, your tone shaky as you had your tongue lick over your dry and cracked lips. Wetting them as you let out a soft exhale, feeling the redheads hands draw back to pull out a white sheet of paper that had the word contract listed atop of it.
“This is for you to sign, it’s needed for my services specifically,” A finger tapped gently against a blank line for your signature to be placed alongside with the date beside it. A soft grin found her face, “I promise you, I will do everything in my power to make sure you aren’t jailed for something you didn’t do,” You analyzed the sheet carefully, the words blurring in your vision as you just grabbed the pen and blindly signed your name without looking it over. Without a second thought you knew you wanted to get out of this nightmare. You had briefly conversed more with the lawyer until you were allowed to leave the office.
You had parked further down the street to prevent yourself from getting jammed into traffic. You moved to the passenger side of your vehicle to throw your bag into the seat before you felt a hand muffle against your mouth. You tried to scream but the sound was muffled, feeling yourself be pulled into the alleyway. Your body thrashed, doing everything in your power to fight off whoever had grabbed you. You weren’t going down, no, you still had a fight to win to prove your innocence to the judging eyes of the law. That is when you heard the loud bang, a gunshot. You ducked your head, who shot a gun? Who got shot? Your mind was dizzy, blanking before your hand went to reach the sudden ache in your shoulder, the feeling of liquid on your palm had you freeze. Your breathing picked up in fear, panicking before you felt everything around you blur and turned black.
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The security cameras showed everything, except for the face of who had grabbed you. The detectives looked over it carefully, when it was mentioned that you weren’t home when an officer swung by the check up on you, they went to the location where your cell phone was last pinged. Your car is still in the same spot, passenger door open with your phone sitting in your purse. The only sign was blood on the cement of the alleyway. The footage of you being shot in the back of the shoulder was repeating itself. “I’m doubting whoever shot her took her in to the hospital,” One detective spoke out, voice monotone as they added on, “There’s no way she’d survive that shot after twenty four hours, that footage was taken yesterday around 4:30 p.m. and we’re watching it now at 6:00 p.m.. I just say, call her dead and call her the murderer of Danvers, case closed,”
Murmurs of agreement filled the room, each person filing out of the room carefully before they shut the footage down on the device. Closing the case, and the primary suspect called dead.
my favorite thing rn is that they made me an appointment for my mental health to get diagnosed and when i explain i dont feel good / dont want to do something because im unmotivated all i get is “i dont fucking care.”
thanks mom
here kitty kitty!!
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description: the creature that had been stalking you for who knows how long had finally went closer to you. you didn’t even know it’d approach you that soon, but when you walk out to see the overlooming figure over you, you can’t help but try to get on its good side.
a/n: i’m really struggling with writers block but minecraft has me locked in with this cute little horror mod, we love Lenny here. My other works are being worked on, I promise you that.
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Your house was built further in the forest away from the village in the plains at least a few miles away, you used to live in the comforting home where you had the golems to protect you. Family, friends, so much more but curiosity took over of the stranger that always caught your eye who stood on the outskirts of town.
The sound of a purr filled your ears as your cat was the only thing left from the village. Soft orange fur basked in the sunlight beneath the windows as you sat up off the couch, you’ve been delving into books lately. Recently going back and forth between the library and your home to get some statements on what stands outside your house at night.
You see it, sometimes. It’s tall, tall enough that it would have to bend down to walk through your doorway. It wasn’t exactly human, more like a mythical beast. But not a zombie, nor a creeper. Sometimes, it looked like a spider standing on two legs and then it would look like a normal human being. Nothing was written in the books about it, at least not in your library. Every time you ask the librarian about a book that has a big looking spider that really isn’t a spider, they look at you like you just killed their dog.
You tried to take matters into your own hands, you have tried approaching it. Many times, but it runs. It was skittish, but it didn’t seem like it hated you. You can’t tell, but sometimes in the morning you wake up to see hair on your front steps or even some sewage that did not look sanitary. You put it in a jar whenever you get these odd gifts, you can’t just throw a gift away, that’s rude. You had learned over time that whatever it is really likes cooked meat, and golden apples. You observed that when you threw out the burnt steak you ruined when you left your furnace running longer than it should have, because when you turned your back in your peripheral vision a black blur had made its way to where the meat was and ran off into the deep foliage of the forest.
The book you had been reading about spiders only was set onto your coffee table as you had moved to the kitchen to grab the spare bowl of cooked meat you had left over for the creature. Your mama always raised you to be kind, no matter who it is. You held the bowl at your hip as you went to open the door, head turned to look at the interior of the house and to reassure yourself that your cat isn’t running out like usual due to the strange deaths of your livestock. When you had turned around, you were met with a large shadow and the tall figure of the creature standing a few feet away from your front steps.
You were frozen, its eyes stared directly into yours as a shiver found your body. It never got this close, it was always at the treeline.
You stepped down a step, noticing the creature flinching back a little bit and without hesitation you had ushered out softly, “Easy, I just got food for you. The stuff you like,”
The reassurance dripped off your tongue like you had been saying it to the creature for months, you have. You can’t tell why you want to get so close, or understand why your chest aches every time it runs off. You had reached a hand to grab a piece of cooked chicken breast from the night before, that’s when you noticed it moved closer.
The creature had slowly moved closer to your form on the porch steps, bending down slightly to peer into the bowl as its long fingers extended. As if hesitating, a low gurgle rumbled from its throat as a distorted voice had reached your ears, “ood,”
Your eyebrows pinched at that, it never talked. You didn’t think it could, you slowly extended your hand towards it. Giving a simple yet encouraging nod, “Come on, it’s okay,”
You didn’t move when the creature leaned down directly in front of you, one of its arms reached and grasped the railing as its slender fingers gripped tightly before its other wrist had grabbed yours. Head tilting down, inhaling the scent of the cooked chicken as you felt the velvet like fuzz against your skin from its hand that had captured your wrist. A low growl had emanated from its throat, before letting your wrist go and snagging the chicken breast from you. Its coiled back quickly, feet moving like it was about to bolt as it stood there momentarily.
“Han’ ouu,” It gurgled in that same distorted voice, before it bolted into the tree-line. Leaving you standing there on the porch in shock at how easy that interaction went.
You let out an exhale you didn’t even know you were holding. Stepping off the porch as your eyes looked into the foliage where it had run off into, it was progress. When a loud holler was heard from one of your cows you had initiated to turn yourself around, letting out a groan when you noticed that another one of your livestock was killed, running a hand over your face as you groaned. Supposedly you did get a good thing, and a bad thing as well. Lucky you.
i love my brain cause i'll go from thinking about getting railed to thinking about comfortable silence and gentle touches that mean nothing but really mean everything
wonder if older mutuals look at me and be like omlll this kid again 🤦♀️🤦♀️