shaggy

lucemond mostly, sometimes other things

[shaggy @kepamond]

@slickgourmet @rckcarl YEAHHHHHHH bro actually what did this man do to resurrect with such luck, suck wealth. what karma did he have

[shaggy @kepamond]

now imagine aemond with TWO luke’s

[shaggy @kepamond]

i need to finish foursome fic but mostly im writing it so i can have aemond push luke and jace’s head together to kiss so the entire rest of it feels dull in comparison to that one singular scene

[lady margot @lambilism]

this is the funniest shit ever i can’t stop replaying it in my head i’m bordering psychosis

[shaggy @kepamond]

my wife is refusing to take me on an ice cream run at midnight. nothing to smile about in my life.

[shaggy @kepamond]

@rckcarl he’d get overstimulated the second he tried having them both but he’d be hard the whole time

[shaggy @kepamond]

@lucerile wait i hyped it too much i’ll show you tho ITS UNDER CONSTRUCTION

[shaggy @kepamond]

BUILDING A SECRET LAIR IN MINECRAFTTTTT AND IT ACTUALLY LOOKS FUCKING SICK

[shaggy @kepamond]

aemond going through the horrors and all anyone can focus on is the natural triple d’s on his chest (im anyone)

[shaggy @kepamond]

@ruinsflaw “he’s turning me on so i have to slut shame him” okay aemond

[sal @ruinsflaw]

stealing from a show but aemond staring under luke's skirt, luke catches him and is flustered. all aemond says in reply is "sit properly" 😵‍💫

[apple @rckcarl]

gwayne at tumbleton

[🗡️ @_goblinhours]

i'm ALIVE! imbecile.

[ash 🔻 | @ventivantae]

thinking of lucerys, newly lord of driftmark after corlys has died, and as he sits at the high table at the first feast he hosts, his husband aemond notices that he is shaking, a potent combination of nerves and grief and he puts his hand on his knee under the table to calm him.

[sal @ruinsflaw]

lcmd fight and aemond checks luke's phone while he's sleeping just to see like 10 fake ass "im always here for u.. 🌹" texts from jacejoffcregandalton and everyone on earth waiting to pounce on his luke

[Johanirae @johanirae]

Aemond finishing training, body drenched in sweat, and hair a mess. He marches back to his rooms, not wanting to wear his doublet he feels all sticky now.
And everywhere he turns knights are walking into columns, maesters are dropping their scrolls and maids are spilling wine.’