#super short

favorite panel

look at them!! i better get a lot of fluff after the current arc 😭

i've been thinking about baby sakura 4yo 8yo 12yo completely alone in the world and it has been ruining my day every time! yay!

its so interesting suo says that cause sakura is someone who doesn't matter if its a family issue, friends issue, couples issue, if he thinks its wrong he will always intervene

i feel so proud of akari, almost makes me cry

underrated duo

"Stop being so dismissive," you whisper sharply. "Why did you have to lie about Aegon being stolen?" He meets your gaze briefly before it drops to the dirt. His avoidance adds fuel to the fire burning inside of you.

You push against his chest; he lets himself follow back with the momentum, stumbling a little. "Why did you have to drink, like you always do?" The words are coated in venom from a well that's been pooling inside of you ever since you were wed.

"Why couldn't you have left Aegon with your father? Why did you have to be a drunk, coward?" you hiss, drawing close to him. Your faces are so close, you can smell the wine on his breath. Your eyes narrowed; you knew him well enough to know he wasn't drunk right now. But he had been earlier.

"This is your fault," you seethe, finger poking into his chest. "Your terrible dream is going to happen now." The tears you had coaxed into behaving are clouding your vision, and when the first one hits your cheek, you gasp for air in a panic. "Daeron, if you-" you cut yourself off, unwilling to finish the thought. His mother could be watching from the stars right now.

An image of Daeron lying in a pool of blood, red-rimmed eyes staring at you, lifeless. Your face pulls into a pained expression, cheeks wet from the unrelenting streams of tears.

Daeron's eyes are red and wet, and he looks as if you, in fact, have stabbed him right through the heart.

"Daeron, tomorrow, you can't-" you wince, closing your eyes. You can picture him already, getting knocked off his horse and trampled, or a lucky strike to an exposed area. If you say it aloud, you fear the dead dragon will be him.

Shaking your head, you open your eyes. The cool night air feels good on your wet cheeks. Your eyes still sting, though. And neither of you says anything.

And when you turn to walk back to the castle, you hear nothing but silence.

thinking about being in a committed relationship with robby. whispering one night how you want jack to join the two of you. even if it’s just to watch - cause damn jack has a staring problem.

so that’s how it starts off.

jack sitting at the corner of your shared bedroom, and him just watching.

he watches the way your body convulses under robby, watches how you bounce on his cock and cry out robby’s name. shortly after you’re looking over your shoulder and never breaking eye contact when you come again.

tired, you fall on top of your boyfriend’s chest, still sitting on his cock. a hand soothes your back but your heart skips when you hear the chair in the corner of the room.

“where are you going?”

jack only mumbles goodbye, before you can offer to take of the problem in his pants.

the same thing happens, over and over.

your orgasms are harder to reach when you see jack sits still, never soothing the hard cock between his legs. he stays quiet, only sighing softly when you whine his name. eventually you talk to your boyfriend, and ask him if you can take it a step further, unsurprisingly he agrees.

so the night that jack comes over, you’re well prepared.

“these are cute.”

giggling you tease, “we can keep them on if you’d like, you can pull them to the side.”

jack, who standing between your legs, shakes his head at you and chuckles to himself.

“did you know she’d wear these?”

robby who stands behind jack, looks down at your panties, squinting at the print before reaching for his glasses.

“oooohh, you dirty girl.”

A Hawk and Shiloh mood board.

4 headcanons I have for them.

I like to believe there was a time when Manticore Hawk ran next to Shiloh on a bike she stole borrowed from someone. Most likely escaping or chasing someone. I am going with chasing someone just because escaping. I am sure Shiloh would get picked up.

Shiloh calls Hawk a Khorek (ferret in Russian). It's just because of her elongated body. Shiloh thinks about ferrets and the dances people make them do. Swore 16 to goddamn secrecy, and she will continue to supply him jerky when she sees him.

Hawk does scare Shiloh to a point. Shiloh has this issue where she knows there's a good chance she could die, so fear leaves her body, and she just kind of gets caught up in the moment. She knows Hawk could decide to kill her at any point in their friendship but just hopes she won't. Hawk at least seems to respect her to some degree.

Shiloh has wanted to spar with Hawk but knows it would be stupid. She would end up with something dislocated or broken. So even though it's fun to think about, she knows not to ask. She would hate having to explain that one to Circe or Seb.

3 songs I tie to Hawk.

You Should See Me In A Crown - Otep

SAVAGES - Ice Nine Kills

Bad Things - The Phantoms

2 plot ideas.

I would enjoy having my little catacomb/maze idea be a thread. I would love to have Manticore Hawk give Shiloh a few heart attacks by popping around the corners of a tight corridor.

Honestly, I enjoy the idea of Hawk and Shiloh working together. I just really would like to find an idea we both would be down for, be it apocalypse, mutation, or just normal verse.

1 drabble.

"Okay, so I wasn't expecting this." Shiloh lifted her arm up, expecting the 'shield' she had attached. The straps secure on her forearm. Throwing out a punch, it wasn't overly heavy on her arm. "Dude has some nice toys lying around here." She was looking at how it might open up. It had parts that looked like they extended outward for more coverage. They would get moving again in a second after raiding his weapons room. He had been a giant pain in the ass the entire time, so it was only fair he repaid them.

Hawk walked over, pulling Shiloh's arm out and looking at the shield. "Don't you dare try and take this from me too. You already got to interrogate his fuckin bodyguard." She lost the rock, paper, scissors, fair and square.

"Ball your fist up." Hawk let go of her arm. Shiloh squeezed the strap in her palm, the shield extending. Not a lot, just enough that she could protect her head or pull some superhero bullshit out of her ass if needed. Now she was thinking about superheroes.