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ewanmitchelll · 4 months

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Imagine Taylor Swift’s songs (VI): Getaway Car.

Imagine this is a modern world and Aemond Targaryen runs away with you just in the very moment his family needs him.

Warnings: smut, sexual tension, bad mouth, drama.—fluffy endings because Aemond deserves to be happy, ok?

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This evening dinner is set at his sister’s household. Rhaenyra welcomes her stepmother, father and siblings all in her new apartment located at the upper east side of King’s Landing. Aemond is there mostly because he’s obliged to, never bonded with his elder siblings, although Baelon is a good brother to him and Helaena must be protective at all costs.

He has some issues with Aegon as well as Rhaenyra’s, but all for all he is a polite man. He just wishes he is somewhere else.

This meeting has a purpose, though. Viserys has a big company and needs to ensure his children have a share of it—the old man wants to retire, therefore he needs to make sure all is right as it should.

But Aemond has other interests—as if anyone asked him what those are—, he doesn’t pay his mind too much in this reunion. In fact, he’s slowly engineering a plan to escape it.

“Are you sure you want to do it?”, a voice asks him and that sure could be his conscience’s.

Aemond turns at Helaena and puts a grimace in response.

“Have I become too obvious, sweet sister?”

She smiles at him, poking his sides playfully.

“I know you well, Mon, that is all”, she uses the affectionate nickname that only she can use. “I really would like you not to meet the Rivers again.”

Helaena refers to Aemond’s ex—and sometimes lover—Alys and her twin brother, Johnny, both famed for their…uh…bad behavior.

“I was thinking about somebody else, though”, he smirks when seeing that, for the very first time, he surprised her.

“Who?”

“Y/N, of course. She’s my best friend. And I would have gladly brought with me had father not been so…”, Aemond sighs.

“He wants to gather his family, Mon”, Helaena thinks it’s her duty to be the peacemaker of the family. “If it was up to mother, Y/N would be welcome here. We all love her.”

Aemond rolls his eyes, understanding the subtly line Helaena innocently brings.

“She’s just a friend, not a girlfriend or anything of the sort”, he snorts.

“Of course she is”, Helaena smirks.

And then they are summoned to the table…

***

It was the best of times, the worst of crimes

You are quietly walking home after work, having refused going out to the pub with your workmates. You are still upset how they mocked your lack of love life, preferring books to the company of others. Hence why you refused the invitation. You don’t need alcohol or men to prove others you live your life.

Quite moody thus you pick your phone when Aemond calls you.

“Hey, A. Have you remembered your friends or has Alys dumped you this time?”, you snort at him.

He raises his eyebrows epically.

“Whoa. Is someone on PMS or what?”, but then Aemond feels a sort of need to justify himself. “For what’s worth we haven’t been together for a couple of months.”

“Sometimes I think you just got yourself with her to rebel against your parents”, so you say.

Aemond hates how right you are. Worse, how well you know him.

The ties were black, the lies were white. In shades of gray in candlelight. I wanted to leave him, I needed a reason…

“Anywho, where are you? I hear some noises in the back, so this means you are going home.” And then he realizes. “Wait. What happened at your work? You sound upset.”

You have a bad response in the tip of your tongue, but you sigh and decide not to take all on your best friend. It’s not fair.

And once you tell him what happened, you hear a smack at the steering wheel, producing a beeeee.

“What are you boozing for?”

“These motherfuckers you work with”, Aemond scowls. “They don’t know you like I do. How sexist to make such a claim. You know what? I’m going to kidnap you, Y/Nickname.”

You are still laughing out loud for how protective he is—as he’s always been—when he calls off the phone. Unsurprisingly, though, he’s managed to get at your apartment before you do. All because you were upset by what you’ve been told that you felt the need to walk all the way home instead getting a bus or even an Uber.

And here he is, your favourite bad boy leaning against his fancy car, dressed all in leather.

“Walking again? You poor thing”.

You roll your eyes at him but eventually you cede in and rest your head in his shoulder as you hug him back.

“What’s wrong with me?”, you ask. “Is being a sensitive that big issue?”

“No, it’s fucking not. You have a good heart and this bothers people fucked in their heads”, Aemond strokes your hair, pleased to see his words get some chuckle out of you.

“Are you running from your family again?” You ask, reluctantly parting from the embrace, noticing how well he smells.

“How obvious is that, eh?”, Aemond snorts before shrugging his shoulders. “Get in the car. We need to have a ride.”

“May I just get a pack of clothes?”, you don’t know why you even ask.

“Just get in the fucking car, Y/Nickname”, he laughs quietly, basically pushing you to the other side of the car, so you take a seat next to his. And you just comply.

Why?

You fear to find the answer as you buckle the belt.

“Where are we going?”, you ask him. “I hope I am not an excuse to run from everyone.”

“We all need excuses to run at some point”, he winks at you. “Don’t feel so especial, my darling.”

You blush and turn your head at the window.

“Always rude, Aemond. How do we even get along is a good question to me.”

That makes him laugh so hard that you unwillingly smile.

“You know, Y/N, we should have some fun”, Aemond smiles at you. “What do you think about that?”

You side smirk at him.

“You are the one driving, my dude.”

“I hate when you use that slags”, Aemond laughs as he tiptoes the wheel.

“How funny of you to say that, Mr Gang WannaBe.”

“What Gang Wanna Be?”, he chuckles as he casts you a glance.

As you open the window and you put your hands outside, playing your fingers with the window, you smile and Aemond likes the view.

He notices how beautiful you look specially when you are not overwhelmed by daily tasks or hurt by people. But even so, you are radiant. Damn it, you do.

But he doesn’t admit the spark of attraction.

“Why, when you were with Alys and her twin weirdo, you walked with bad people… and didn’t they once tell you that I was too righteous to walk with you? I mean…”

He rolls his eyes at that.

“Who did even tell you this bullshit, Y/N? If that was even true, we wouldn’t be here, would we?”

And then so typical of Aemond Targaryen, he turns the radio on and puts to a station that, coincidently, is playing a song that you both love and start thus to sing loudly at the same time.

“SHOT TO THE HEART AND YOU’RE TO BLAME, YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME!”

And forgetting about previous difficult months, in a getaway car, you two share a laughter.

“That’s my girl!”

So it begins…

***

Nearby King’s Landing, close to Aegon’s Hill, there is a pub known for its alternative style. There he takes you, and you feel an outsider as there are many punks and goths, a style you don’t follow.

“Uh, AM”, you call him affectionately. “I know you like to be this bad boy underground prince, but…”

“Come now”, he puts a hand around your waist. “Don’t be silly. This is a place I like to come because I can be myself. And here’s a good environment to stay away from worldly concerns.”

As you follow him, eyeing dark walls with red decorations—some going from false skulls to perfect imitations of dragons—, music out loud putting people to dance all the whilst waitresses serve different drinks prepared by bartenders, you start to understand what he means and relaxes once you two slide in a corner table.

“I’d like two cups of gin”, he asks, ignoring the protest rising to your eyes…

…and eventually making to your tongue.

“Are you out of your mind?! I don’t drink alcohol!”

“I shall drink for you then, my dear Y/Nickname”, he winks at you again, pleased to make you blush. “Just at least have one sip in case you feel like tasting…”

You cast him a long glance, seeing something in Aemond’s purple eyes.

He poisoned the well, I was lyin' to myself. I knew it from the first Old Fashioned, we were cursed…

“Are you going to tell me why you are running away from your family?”

Aemond heavily sighs, but as he inclines in the back of the seat, he knows he cannot truly flee from you.

“I hate how you read me so well. Can you wait for me swallowing a few drops of alcohol first?”

You laugh quietly.

“No. Come on, you can talk to me.”

He finds himself uncomfortable when sensing the weight of your gaze on him. Alys never looked at me like that.

Aemond sighs once again and even in the middle of that mess, he confides you his secrets. And you hear him patiently so, never judging, never posing arrogantly.

Though your surroundings are completely noisy, it feels as if the world stops spinning slowly. Almost unconsciously you take his hand and tangle your fingers with his. And this small gesture does not go unnoticed by him.

Aemond smiles back at you.

“Thank you for seeing me, Y/Nickname”, he caresses your wrist with his thumb. “Above all, for listening. It means a lot.”

“That’s what I am here for”, you smile warmly. “And that’s why I did something crazy by running away with you.”

Aemond laughs quietly, taking a sip of his gin, locking gazes with you.

“You are my partner in crime. My poor lamb”, and then he stands abruptly. “Come, let us dance.”

You shake your head, unbelievably following him without second guess. And as he pulls you closer to dance accordingly, your heart skips a beat.

I knew it from the first Old Fashioned, we were cursed. We never had a shotgun shot in the dark (oh!)

Aemond knows by now you have unresolved feelings for him, and he sees it so does he. But the Targaryen bad boy is unsure, taunted by a shade of insecurity that has never occurred him before.

As he watches you dance freely, his mind begins to fear of breaking your heart, of losing you. But when you turn at him, shaking his shoulders playfully as you make him dance, everything else is forgotten.

You know it’s dangerous to let yourself involve like that, especially when his hands slide into your waist and the distance between you and him is short.

Your reason warns you that he doesn’t love you the way he loved Alys and this thought may be the motive why you suddenly steps away, breaking the spell.

“I need some air”, you excuse yourself, quickly going outside.

Aemond frowns, unsure what the hell just happened. Seeing it’s time to leave, however, and ignoring the phone calls of his mother, he pays the check and finds you outside, close to the car.

“Hey, Y/N”, he softens when seeing you slightly pale. “Are you well? What happened?”

“Oh it’s all good”, you lie, and it’s so evident that you do that he folds his arms. You blush, disconcerted. “I was just… all right, being paranoid.”

“That’s better than lying. Come, it’s time for us to go.” As he opens the door for you to slide in, he adds: “We are talking about it soon.”

There is, however, a sudden awkward silence that hangs between the two of you, though. Aemond senses your eyes on him as he drives with no destination in mind.

You were drivin' the getaway car. We were flyin', but we'd never get far. Don't pretend it's such a mystery. (…) There were sirens in the beat of your heart.(…)

“What has you overthinking?”, he asks you, avoiding your gaze for now. Aemond suspects it, but he wants to hear it from you.

You know by his tone there is no need to speak untruth thoughts.

“You are not the only fugitive here”, you begin.

He stops by eventually at a hostel. For a moment, neither speaks and you hate how you ruin the good vibes of this journey.

“Aemond…”, you begin, trying to reach out for him.

“We need to spend night here”, he tells you when sensing your inquisitive gaze. “I think that gin was not really good.”

“Oh, so that’s why you are acting weird?”, you don’t even conceal the relief, which makes him chuckle.

But he doesn’t answer you right away. Now at the hall, he asks for one bedroom with two beds. To your embarrassment, however, the receptionist lady informs you that there is only one bedroom with one bed.

“It’s a very good suite, though”, says the woman who attends by the name of Sheila.

Opting not to see your face going red, Aemond smiles at the woman and says:

“That’s perfect, love. Thank you.”

“There are two bathrooms here”, he informs you. “Once we are clean, I believe we can speak.”

You detest how awkward this is getting.

“No”, you contest him. “Aemond, I am sorry. I ruined our moment, didn’t I? I was just afraid…”

He turns at you and seeing your fears in stamped clearly in those y/c irises, he cannot help himself. Aemond approaches you, taking your hands into his, drawing you closer.

“I fear you are slipping away from me, sweet Y/N.” He cups your cheeks. “What’s going on inside this head of yours?”

“I am not like Alys”, you blurt out. “I am not as bold, as free spirited as her. I am not a bad ass woman like her. I don’t… I….”

To your dismay, Aemond bursts into laughters. You fold your arms and frown at him.

“What’s so funny about it?”

“I’m sorry, love. I was just…” He smiles warmly. “Is this what worries you, my darling? I ran away with you, isn’t it clear?”

You tilt your head, confused. Aemond rolls his eyes.

“Aren’t you slow, my dear Y/Nickname? I’ve always wanted you. Not her. I love you, not that bloody woman.”

It’s a very sweet scene to watch: the moment your lips slowly open in a smile, the way your face lightens up, beaming at him.

“My dear Aemond”, you throw your hands around his neck and kisses his cheek. “I love you too. You took too long…”

“Indeed, my lady.”

He smiles wide at your blushing upon his chivalry towards you. And then, of course he kisses your lips passionately.

You are planning to sleep well, but when he comes up, shirtless, and slides next to your side of bed just after turning the air conditioner on… it gets difficult to find some sleep.

Aemond can tell he affects you somehow, noticing how your white blouse poorly covers your breasts, able to spot, therefore, your hardening nipples, which promptly arouses him.

But the bad boy prince takes his time.

“Come here, princess”, as he’s next to you, he cups your face and kisses your lips slowly and passionately. “I still cannot believe we’ve taken so many years to admit we have feelings for each other.”

As your hands are wrapped around his neck, gently pulling him over you, you smile weakly at him.

“You chose that woman, if I remember well.”

“You remember wrongly because I’m with you now, aren’t I?”, and without waiting for response he drowns in your lips.

As you kiss, his hands move to your waist, gently resting around your hips before going upper your back, inside your shirt.

You begin to be bothered by this heat that, for long years now, hasn’t burned you like it does at the moment. You spread your legs so he fits in between, moving your fingers down to his neck and to his shoulders and chest.

Aemond succeeds in breaking the kiss so his tongue starts to explore your weak spots. As it dances around your neck all the whilst his hands lift your shirt, he starts to hear your short breaths out, which only gets him rigid in pants.

“Aemond…”, you mutter his name, already breathing in anticipation the moment his fingers cup your breasts and there begin to play. “Oh Maker!”

He stops a moment what he’s doing just to watch you close your eyes and give in to his caressing. Aemond gently presses his erection against you, getting harder as you rub your feminine parts against him.

“Dear Lord”, he groans low before lifting your blouse and mouth dropping in your exposed nipples.

Oh how hungry you’ve been for his touch, how famine your soul has been for his love!

It does not really help when his hands remove your shorts and right there works wonderfulness in you. To the point where you forget yourself and turn the tables on, completely surprising him.

“Oh baby! You are my drug and I intend to keep it to me”, you confide him, naughtily so, before sliding to your knees.

And Aemond finally knows what’s like to get to Heaven…

***

Should've known I'd be the first to leave. Think about the place where you first met me. In a getaway car. No, they never get far. No, nothin' good starts in a getaway car

The phone rings. It’s an unknown number, but even then Aemond picks up—aware of who might be behind the line.

“Who’s this?”, his rusky voice is heard in a whisper, but his eyes are glued in your nude frame, against which he was tied until now.

“Son”, it’s Viserys, his father.

Almost immediately Aemond freezes.

“Dad”, he speaks in full tension.

“Where have you been, my boy? I miss you.”

Too paralyzed to speak, no word comes out of his tongue. Viserys knows it, so he continues his speech:

“Come home. I haven’t been a good father lately, I know.” He seems to choke with something, and doesn’t really help that the man comes to tears. “Your mother, a very good woman whose character is so sweet and noble, certainly more than I deserved, told me what’s been going on with you. Please my child, come home. We must speak. I cannot bear the burden that so unfairly has been placed over your shoulders because of me. Let us mend this. Together.”

There are many words crossing Aemond’s thoughts and few are kind. Nonetheless, underneath the anger, there is a boy hurting. And aware that the man is probably dying, he sees getting away has done nothing but turned him into a fool.

We cannot escape our issues. Our wounds remain open and bleeding. Perhaps I got addicted to pain.

“Son?”

“Yes, father?” It’s all he manages to say, his own voice embargoed.

“Come home. Please.”

Aemond then looks at you, sleeping peacefully, only partly aware of why you two went anywhere but King’s Landing.

“There is no need to get away from me or your mother. We are family.” He insists in such a melancholic voice that Aemond cannot fight back.

Without realizing it, his own tears are verging on his purple eyes and rolling down his cheeks.

“I will be a better father with the time’s left.” Aemond listens bitterly.

“I am going back”, he sounds defeated. Loyalty has always bound him to family, and it’s not as if he wanted his attention. “Today.”

Aemond doesn’t want to listen any further. Therefore he picks off the phone before Viserys thanks him immensely for it, which would be more embarrassing.

We were jet-set, Bonnie and Clyde until I switched to the other side, to the other side. It's no surprise I turned you in cause us traitors never win…

“I’m sorry, YN.”

In silent tears, every merriment has been left to past, a memory that is not going back. In truth, Aemond has his own issues in regards to settle down.

Despite your good and comprehensive nature, his own claims to be a fugitive. Therefore, that is what he does, no matter the consequences.

Aemond runs away.

***

And when you wake up some hours later, cold has already taken the place in every possible meaning. It’s no surprise that you find your bed empty.

But this doesn’t mean you didn’t have expectations. In fact you did. When rewinding the past few days, you could not understand where everything went wrong.

It hurts and it angers you all the same to think you put your hopes and dreams in this man.

“I should’ve known better”, you think out loud, refusing to waste your tears for him.

You pack your own things and leave the hotel, but the more you try to shield yourself, the more tears threaten to overcome you.

Your phone buzzes a few times but you don’t check it. You instead get a taxi to the train station and there you get a train back to King’s Landing. But in the middle of the way, you change your mind, opting to rent a car and drive it all the way.

It shouldn’t take this long, right?

You open your window, turn the car and, as you get on the road, you accelerate.

Every memory comes in like a dust storm. You know you shouldn’t race. But you shouldn’t love him.

And when your brain listens the motives he had to run, your comprehension leaves your reason. You scream instead.

“YOU STUPID ASSHOLE!”

No pride is enough to hold back a waterfall. And now you drive slowly because your eyes are but a puddle of tears and you refuse to be imprudent, even if the road is empty.

I was ridin' in a getaway car. I was cryin' in a getaway car. I was dyin' in a getaway car.

You are still sobbing by the twilight, when you reach King’s Landing. But your face dries at last by the time you get home.

Heartbreaking is never easy to deal with. Little wonder why you chose to bury yourself in work. As you get your phone, you see there are a few missed calls.

“Fuck you, Aemond Targaryen.”

And you turn off your cellphone.

***

Aemond stops by in front of your household feeling as guilty as a criminal. He tips his fingers against the steering wheel, still inside his car, as he waits for you to go back from work.

It’s an autumn day. You haven’t spoken for two months. You’d act like he was erased from your life and this was worse than he’d expect. In comparison to the burning rage of Alys, you could be snow cold. And he was one judged for his apparent detached behavior.

And then you finally come to his view. Dressed in your fluffy robes, that is to say a red bonnet that matches your red with black stripes gown and Mary Jane shoes, you hold some binders tight as you press the button to get inside the apartment.

Sighing heavily, for even he notices your dispirited demeanor, he knows he cannot delay any longer. In a matter of five minutes, he manages to catch you.

Right before you walk in.

“Aemond!”, you exclaim startled when feeling someone pushing your arm to get your attention.

“Y/N”, he calls your name, staring at you with a deep shade of sadness that so rarely you’d spotted in these irises. “Can we speak?”

Your unreasonable part wants to storm off, to make a scene perhaps, accusing him of so many names. But this is a behavior you, in your late 20’s, cannot tolerate.

“Yes”, you lead him to your apartment, but he can tell how tense you are, how much you are holding back. “Be quick and don’t waste my time.”

When you finally turn at him, Aemond sees the internal rage you were never really good to explore. He knows you well, you’ve grown together.

“I…” his voice chokes, but he must do it if he doesn’t want to lose you for good.

“Well?”

Ignoring your impatience, Aemond takes his mask off. Wearing nothing that is his not broken self, he shortens the distance between you two and then tell you all that’s been happening with him.

Little by little, your rage is knocked down. You have been a side witness of the Targaryen inner mess and the scars this left on your dear Aemond.

“Wounded people wound others”, you remark after he tells you at last and you embrace him, as he breaks in tears. “You know, of all people, I’d understand what you had to do. I would have never asked you to stay. I understand all this weight you were forced to carry… The thing is that you never had to carried alone.”

As you two embrace, a silent, mutual understanding comes. Serenity washes away distress and towards the end of tunnel a light sparks.

“I shouldn’t have gotten away”, he says after a while, looking for your eyes and your knees go weak when spotting vulnerability in them.

“No, my darling, you should not.”

“Will you take me back?”

“Will you stay this time?”

“Yes”, Aemond says firmly this time as he cups your face. “You’ll be my fucking wife, this I know.”

You laugh quietly at his familiar imprudence, but a blush creeks on your cheeks.

“You haven’t asked me to be your girlfriend yet.”

“The time we spent together has counted as relationship.”

Your laughter echoes in the room and Aemond smiles at the sound of it, warming his heart and sweeping away his fears.

“Aren’t you funny, Aem?”

You rest your forehead and rub your nose against his. He gives you a puppy look that inspires you to kiss his lips gently so.

After a while like this, though, he asks:

“Is that a yes or no?”

You giggle like a silly girl. Burying your head onto his shoulders, you feel as if your heart is about to burst.

“Are you serious?”

Aemond rolls his eyes, but you can hear his scoff.

“Of course, I am, woman. You’ll meet my parents this weekend.”

You reluctantly step back, staring at him with eyebrows raised.

“…I am already acquainted as Mr and Mrs Targaryen.”

“Not as my future wife, I’m afraid.”

You laugh again, a sound that is most dear to Aemond, who looks at you with sincere devotion.

“Well then, woman? What do you say?”

“How unusual of you, Aemond. But I wouldn’t expect the other way around. Therefore…”, you smile wide. “How can my answer be other than yes?”

And just like that he spins you around and kisses you dearly. It so appears that your well deserved happily ever after has finally knocked at your door.

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lizlemondyke · 3 months

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I went to the library with every intention of coming home with Joan Didion but I find myself with Fran Lebowitz instead….. thru this metaphor (which is nonetheless true) I am coming to terms with the fact that I may never read didion or listen to lana del ray or make it all the way through rayne fisher quann’s substack (even just the free stuff) or watch twin peaks or pretend I ever want to be sad in the pacific northwest or own a pair of platform doc marten maryjanes and their requisite lacy white socks or even stop vaping (which at least the rayne/lana girls, squinting through their eyeliner, can hopefully appreciate) and indeed I may always just be an ironically-optimistic east coast liberal elite ivory-tower-pilled nicotine-poisoned snob dyke hag looking down on the californicating masses west of the hudson river where the country ought to stop!!!!

#did I do it fran did I ape your style at all is this pithy does it crackle #I don’t really mean this in any serious way. I have an unfortunate habit of saying things I really don’t mean in any serious way #because I find them funny #and I think I confuse at best and dampen my reputation (only occasionally) at worst…#also me pitting two bad bitches against each other…. I’m sorry feminism #fran lebowitz #joan didion #writing #rayne fisher quann

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misguidedasgardian · 1 year

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The White Dragon (28)

28. Crossroads

MASTERLIST

Summary: Days could make a big difference

Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader

Warnings: Crestan shows up so A LOT of cursing, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, injury, burns, dragon fire, death, violence, armies, war and all that comes with it. Daemon slander, sorry guys.

Might miss some warnings but you know what this is about :)

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 4.2k

Notes: we have a small time jump, in the last chapter, following Rhaegar, two weeks went by. I know is weird to read a story about an insert reader with no reader HAHA but we will be back soon!

The Lannister army had crossed, unseen, the Riverlands.

From Casterly Rock they marched south-east through the River Road and towards Riverrrun, unknown to them, Prince Daemon was there only a day ago, but he didn’t leave any men there, so, taken by surprise, Riverrun was taken almost too easily by half of the Lannister Army as they were making their own preparations to march…

Thanks to Joanna Lannister, Lady of Riverrun, the casualties were to a minimum, and even if Jason Lannister, his brother, took his husband as a prisoner, she surrendered the Tully forces to his brother, everything to avoid bloodshed, the life of her men, family and people where the most important thing at the moment.

So the Lannisters took control of Riverrun, and with that, and from there, thanks to scouts, and the maester of Riverrun’s sigil and ravens, they could easily pinpoint the location of the Winter Wolves, that were coming south from Moat Cailin and towards the Twins

So half of the Lannister army (the rest was with their navy), and the Tully forces turned, they marched North through all those small towns, and got to the Twins before the wolves, to gather the Frey forces as well, two armies, their former River Lords, The Freys were easily swayed to arm their men against the Northerner army

And together, the three forces crossed the River north, and awaited for the Winter Wolves. Hidden behind the treeline.

When they saw them marching south, they caught him between the river and them hidden in the woods. It could have been a slaughter of the older men's army, taking a big toll on the Stark Army taking out their most seasoned men.

It was an assured victory

But… The Tullys, as commanded by their Lady Joanna Tully (former Lannister), turned their backs on the army, taking out their spears and pushing the Lannisters against the wolves, and they trapped them instead, covering their escape route. The battle had already begun, so the Lannisters were already caught against the Winter Wolves.

And Joanna and her husband had intentionally failed to notify the Lannisters about the very much grown dragon that was accompanying the northerner army, and the dragon had not been flying with the army, so the scouts hadn't seen it.

So the Lannisters and Freys were caught on plainfield, not protected by the trees, and between the Wolves and the Tullys. And from over the treeline, they saw in horror the golden and cream beast that breathed fire all over them

Meanwhile… Rhaegar atop of Karnax had to reign in it, not to burn the entire forest near the Twins.

As the Winter Wolves fought the Lannisters, and were winning, he attacked the rear part of the army, to make sure his fire didn’t burn the Northerners.

He felt like an almighty god, with the power of fire at his disposal, everything under him, everything he wanted to burn, it burned under Karnax’s golden flames. It felt so powerful, but with that, he also felt scared, terribly scared, the smell of burned flesh reached his nostrils and the sounds of their screams filled his ears, and that filled him with the need to throw up.

The Freys soon surrendered, seeing the Tully army turning had already diminished their desire to fight alongside the Lannisters, so as soon as karnax breathed fire above them, they dropped their weapons and waited in the sidelines. And it didn’t take long for the Winter Wolves to slaughter the Lannister Army.

They captured a few captains, and a second grade Lannister uncle who was leading the attack, and by sunset, the battle was over and won. The first victory for the blacks.

Rhaegar’s legs almost gave up when he landed on the ground again. Lord Roderick came close to him, see the boy was pale as a ghost

“Are you alright boy?”, he asked, grabbing by the shoulders, Rhaegar barely nodded, but he had his heart pounding so hard he could barely hear him, “you are shaking like a leaf in autumn”, he laughed

Rhaegar fall to his knees in front of the Lord of Barrowton, he felt dizzy, adrenalin abandoning his body

“You saved our asses boy!”, the men said, as the rest of the Lords of the Winter wolves surrounded the both their leader, Rhaegar and Karnax, “we might be dead if it wasn’t for you and your dragon”

“That boy needs some ale!”, laughed one, “and a woman to comfort him”

“No!”, he managed to say, “I’m betrothed!”, he said then. gaining laughs of approval from all those close to them, “but I want that Ale!”, he laughed

The Twins were now for the blacks.

Rhaegar handed them the only Targaryen sigil he had on him at the moment, his own, The white dragon over the tricolor bolts on a black field, and that is the sigil that hanged by one of the Twins’s towers as a sign of their allegiance

And at night, they camped outside on the southside, as they were already accustomed to, by the fire, and under the stars, sharing tales of the fresh battle. These were seasoned men, ready for the Stranger, or their old god, to take them, so they shared their own stories between laughs.

“I’ve never flown into battle like that before”, Rhaegar admitted, “before this I only contested in one tournament, and the Knight from the vale knocked off my horse and on my ass”, he admitted, making all the men laugh

“Well boy, you did great”, said Roderick. “A Strong Dragon”

“Thanks Lord Roderick”, he said, “I really want to be a knight”

“Do ya’ now?”, he asked, amused, “Hey Manderly!”, Lord Roderick called, “come ‘ere”, Robin Manderly was the old uncle of the Lord of White Harbor, “you follow the Seven, right?”, he asked as the men showed up in the midst of night

“That’s right”, he said

“You are a knight”, he nodded, “Well, the boy wants to be a knight, Knight him already would ya’?

“I’ll be honored”, he muttered. So Rhaegar kneeled on the ground, by the fire, and the tall lord, with long and white beard and long gray hairs, took out his sword

“Rhaegar of House Targaryen and Strong, do you swear before the eyes of gods and men to defend those who cannot defend themselves, to protect all women and children, to obey your captains, your liege lord, and your king, to fight bravely when needed and do such other tasks as are laid upon you, however hard or humble or dangerous they may be?”, he asked, placing the blade on his shoulder

“Yes I do”, he answered firmly, so he changed to his right shoulder

“So now arise, as a Knight of the seven Kingdoms”, he said solemnly. And Rhaegar stood, with a big smile on his face, as all those Lords and men from the North cheered for him.

Back in Riverrun, Lady Joanna Lannister and Tully sipped her cup of wine from Lannisport as she watched The Tully forces return home, unharmed and complete. And no sign of the Lannister army, just as planned

“What has happened?”, asked Jason, her brother, entering the room, he didn’t march alongside their men, instead preferring to stay in the comforts of Riverrun. Through the doors of the Hall entered the army captains, who grabbed Jason as the few Lannister soldiers who had remained, screamed loudly as they were being killed by the tully soldiers, and could be heard from outside the walls, “Traitor!”, he called his own sister, “how could you do this?”

“I’m a Tully now”, she answered simply, “and you are a traitor to the crown”, she said firmly. Not feeling not even a little of remorse, “you come here, threaten my husband, my children, my family”

“We are your family!”, he said. And she shook her head.

“What shall we do now, My Lady?”, asked the commander

“Release my husband and the rest of the prisoners”, she commanded, and a soldier ran to fulfill her command. She walked towards Jason

“Family protects you and guards you, you betrayed me all those years ago, marrying me to that man, and you did nothing to protect me from him, even though you knew”, her husband was released and walked through the doors, alongside their two boys, one of six and ten, and the other of four and ten.

“Take him to the cells”, Lord Tully commanded as he walked through the room to embrace his wife. Joanna hugged his husband and children. “You did amazing sweet wife”, he whispered against her golden hair, “my golden lioness”

“The Tully forces had return home whole”, she answered, “the Lannister forces were slaughtered at the Twins”

“You have secured the Riverlands”, sentenced his husband.

2 weeks ago

According to Crestan, he had been dragged from one part of this forsaken land to another… What is seemed to be a simple mission of sneaking prince Daemon to King’s Panting or whatever the fuck the name was, it was postponed bitterly, instead the prince had asked him to go up a river, it was barely deep enough to hold his ship… and then that river turned into three huge rivers called “The trident”

His men were getting restless, since they had to row… And Crestan had a lot of trouble explaining that they were most likely not going to be paid for their efforts, instead the only rewards will be their lives, and not be burned.

Apparently Daemon wanted to reach Riverrrun, and he couldn’t do it by Dragon, but a colorful pirate ship would be less conspicuous. What the actual fuck

Riverrun was an interesting castle to see, he had to admit, built over the river, it was certainly a sight. He wouldn’t mind being named lord of a castle, he thought.

While Daemon negotiated with the Tullys, he waited patiently in his boat, that weird as fuck looking dragon would fly over them, with his strange, dolphin like roar.

Apparently the negotiations had been fruitful, he had no idea Daemon had used him, and the fact he so easily crept up the river finally convinced them. The Tully forces were going to leave for Harrenhal soon. Even though Lord Tully had expressed his concern, the location of the Lannister army was yet to be revealed, they were the Green’s greatest ally, of course they were arming themselves… Where were they?

So Daemon promised that the northern army was going to come down soon, with them, a dragon. And Harrenhal has also a dragon, both of them could come in to help.

If they only knew the Lannister Army attacked barely a day after they left.

So finally, they went downriver again, and soon, Crestan thought he would be relieved, but a week had already gone by… if you were not dead after the attack, you were now probably really gone…

But the mission you gave him was also in King’s Landing, if Crestan couldn’t save you, he would save your daughter, just like you had asked him to.

So they sailed down river again, and then they took another four days to turn around to finally pass by Dragonstone and reach King’s Landing

Even though a war was about to break out, Crestan had no trouble making port at the Black Water. He could already smell the disgusting city, and why the bay held that name. He thought it was a wretched city.

Daemon hid himself in a cradle, and Crestad had two of his men to download it towards the city streets towards a house he had previously agreed on.

He was a clever man, Crestan thought, but in this kind of city you could never be too careful, you could always get caught. Too many eyes.

Crestan wanted to clean his hands of whatever this was, but Daemon knew he was a very skilled sword, so he forced him to escort him into the city, if he, the Rogue Prince, took out his Valyrian steel sword in the middle of the street everyone was going to hear about it. So he needed protection since he was going to the darkest parts of town.

They walked in silence, Crestan didn’t really want to give him a reason to keep him around, so against all his instincts he just kept quiet and moved through the streets as two hooded figures.

He had never been to King’s Landing, but what he thought of it was that it smelled like piss and shit, and these dragon lords were extremely obsessed with themselves, black banners with a three headed green dragon were everywhere in sight, everywhere he looked. His eyesight made him look towards the biggest building he had ever seen, and he truly had seen many

“That is the dragonpit”, said Daemon, “where Targaryens keep their dragons”, he said, amused. Crestan kept looking at the most dangerous building in all of Westeros, a stable for dragons. He wondered how many winged beasts were there, and if any or all of them were as big as Vhaelar. And then of course he remembered you.

Where the fuck where you?

He followed Daemon to the darkest parts of the city, he knew because the smell got worse, the streets were narrower and uglier.

And they arrived to a two story building, with big dark green doors, when the door opened, Crestan wanted to kill the Rogue Prince

“A fucking whore house?”, he asked, “you brought me all the way here to fuck some whores?”

“Quiet”, he warned, as they both entered

The woman who welcomed them led them through a dark hallway towards the back of the building and down some stairs. He met with a strange looking woman that was waiting for them, clearly not from Westeros, if anything, she looked like she came from the strange lands of Lys. He had traveled around most parts of Essos, so he knew.

“The Rogue Prince Daemon”, she purred, she wore a white dress, and fixed her black hair up in her head. “And you are…?”, she asked looking right at him

“A friend”, said Daemon, “a friend from Essos”

“Don’t mind me miss”, he said with a charming smile, he didn’t really, really, he didn’t care what they could possibly discuss, so Daemon caught on to that and took what she offered him and then walked over to the next room, leaving him there. Alone.

So he pretended to get comfortable in one of the chairs that were displayed around the room, almost yawning, uninterested, but as soon as they closed the doors, he stood up, walking towards the double doors silently.

“...What we discussed” he heard

“I have exactly the right men for the job”, she slithered with that strange accent, “it requires a special kind of men, bloodthirsty, that the only value they know is the one for gold…and a lot of coin”

“I just want the job done”, he whispered, Crestan could barely hear him

“Killing a child… a prince…”, she said back, “is nasty”

“That one-eyed cunt killed my niece, so I’m going to take his nephew”, he answered

“He is just a child”, she said then

“I didn’t know a common whore cared for what happened in the Red Keep”

“You’ll find out that I’m not common”, she said back, “do you want the service from these men or not?”, he heard the rustling of coin, a big bag full of them

“They will go into the Red Keep, and kill prince Jaehaerys”, he commanded, “the boy of 6”

Crestan couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“They will be violent, and vile”, she warned

“Even better”, he responded, “I want it to happen in front of their mother, extra coin if it is in front of that cunt Alicent, I want that family destroyed from within”

he went back and plunged himself back on the chair, making sure he looked very comfortable, and closed his eyes pretending he didn’t hear a thing.

Daemon came back with a pleased smile, and Crestan, despite the gruesome deaths the silver haired prince had threatened him with, this is the first time he actually felt scared when he saw him.

What kind of sick fuck orders the death of a child?

Yes he was a pirate, he had stole shit, killed some fuckers, but an innocent child?

Yes you were attacked and probably killed, but that wasn’t that child’s fault? Why doesn’t Daemon go after the motherfucker with the big dragon?

You are going to have to wait a little longer. The gods or whomever the fuck was up there have him here for a fucking reason.

Fuck this shit.

As they were being led out of that crap establishment, in his mind he planned the perfect distraction, he needed to get himself away from him, miss him with an excuse.

He might be a thief, he might be a liar, some would say a real cunt, and a little bit of a coward, but he wasn’t a sick fuck

The odds were in his favor, as they walked down towards a big street, they faced a crowd of people, going for the Sept for a mass or something, and they got caught in it.

He heard Daemon calling for his name as he let himself get dragged by the group of religious followers, he didn’t answer, instead, he led this people led him away from him, it had been so fucking easy it was almost laughable.

Daemon thought he was going back towards his boat, it wasn’t that difficult to find the harbor. So he started walking. But Crestan did exactly the opposite, as he started walking towards the Castle, or what he guessed was the The third biggest building? that wasn’t the dragon stable or the big ass temple? that had to be the one. big, Red, Red Weep or something? yeah he’s got this, he thought, as he adjusted his cape and walked down the filthy streets.

Two weeks had passed since the accident, and Aegon had survived the wound and the painful recovery, the outer layers of skin of his right arm, face and torso had melted off of him, and right now a new one was making his way in his flesh

He insisted on being moved to the throne room every day, servants carried him in the same chair they carried his own father through his last days, placing him in the first step leading towards the Iron Throne, and front here, he would receive lords and ladies, and would try to rule his faux Kingdom

Queen Alicent could barely stand to look at him, Aegon soon realized this and started to push her away from the war council, spurred by her continued abuse towards him since his childhood, her slaps and her angry looks. So he expelled her from the council. His right hand was Criston Cole now, the only one who matched his anger and wanted to see the black’s heads roll.

And his other council members were hiding things from him, he knew it, if there was any good news from the Lannister army Tyland wouldn’t shut up about it, but nothing had been said and it’s been two weeks since they left Casterly Rock.

Something bad had happened and they were hiding it from him.

Besides Borros had scouted the whole of Shipwreck bay, looking for the corpse of the princess or her fucking dragon, and nothing had showed up, that cunt, you, could still be fucking alive, maybe hiding in dragonstone or somewhere else, ready to fuck them up.

Their most important army hasn't even left Old Town yet, tangled in impossible paperwork and bureaucracy, just thinking about it made his head spin and ache.

Enemies were everywhere, some in plain sight, and other hidden, he couldn’t even leave the Keep, in case a rogue city watch soldier would come up against him.

There was no one who could trust.

Not even his brother.

So he called him in, to meet him in the throne room, he needed

“The Baratheon army will be here in a week”, he said, swallowing his pain with wine, “Borros is coming with a daughter of his choosing, that you will marry”

“I thought Daeron was the one”

“That idiot cunt hasn't even left Oldtown yet”, he spit, “he doesn’t even know how to command an army”

You don’t either, he thought bitterly

“I’m not marrying any of his daughters brother, that wasn’t the deal”, he said

“Oh yes, this shit again”, he snapped, “Aemma this, Aema that, she is fucking useless, her family doesn’t give two shits about her, you all said that as long as we had her they wouldn’t attack but guess what, they have, that little bitch is useless”

“Don’t speak to her like that”, he said

“If you are not going to marry one of the Baratheon cunts then you will do this for me…the royal army is ready, you will fly with them and take Harrenhal”, he commanded

“Brother, you know who might be there”, he said slowly, “our nephews…”

“Those fucking traitors”, he said dismissively, “kill those little cunts”

“Aegon…”

“Is your grace, to you”, he said, pointing his burnt finger at him. Aegon blamed Aemond for his disfiguration, for his burns, it was his fault. If he had gone instead of him, one of the Strongest dragons on the black side would be dead, and he would be whole. “You’ll do as your King commands”

“You’ll send me to kill our nephews?”, he asked. Aegon grabbed the arms of his chair enraged

“You have done shit for this war”, he said, “but complain”

“Send me everywhere else”, he begged

“Storm’s End then”, he said, “Daeron is being summoned, but that cunt Borros needs a reminder of his alliance”

“Very well, brother, I will go to Storm’s End, lead the Baratheon army here”, at least he bought his nephews more time, as he figured out what to do

But one thing was clear, his brother was losing his mind.

Aemond knew about what happened in the Twins, he knew they were losing the war, alongside half of the Lannister army. He knew more things that his brother did, and yet… he still didn’t know how to stop this war.

So without further discussion, he left the hall in search of his dragon. But deep in his gut, he knew he should have left King’s Landing

“Aegon is now disfigured, and injured”, spoke Rhaenyra, way more excited than she should be, “The North is about to Reach Harrenhal, but we don’t have news from the Tullys, even if we have their support”

“The Tullys, Rhaegar Strong, his dragon, and a part of the Northerner army has destroyed seven thousand Lannister infantry”, reported one of his lords, “securing the Riverlands and destroying the lannister force in half”

“My nephew came through”, she whispered, at his side, Jace clenched his fist, he too wanted to prove his worth on the battlefield, riding into battle at Vermax’s back, “Where is the other half of their army?”, asked Rhaenyra

“They hadn't left the Westerlands”, said another, “if they do by sea, Dorne will sink their ships as they intent to make the pass”, Lord Corlys said, if they do by land, they will cross the Riverlands, a place we hold, with two dragons in Harrenhal it will be easy to erase the other half

“But is much easier for them to meet with the army from Oldtown”, she said, “and pressure Highgarden for the Kingdom’s food

“They are all going to meet in Harrenhal, reports from the capital had said that they are gathering the royal army”

“What about the Baratheons?”

“No word from Storm’s End, they sided with the greens, and without a proper master of whisperers, we cannot gather intelligence from the Stormlands”

“Even without the Baratheons… we are winning”, Rhaenya whispered, almost excited

“Not quite yet your grace, the greens have the treasury, my friends over the narrow sea had told me they paid handsomely for the triarchy fleet, to act as mercenaries, we expect them to attack right from Pentos, and that leaves us in the very first line”

“How about your fleet Lord Corlys?”

“Ready to defend us”, he said proudly

“So we should expect a naval battle”, said Jacaerys, “I’m ready to defend us”, he said firmly, Rhaenyra caressed the back of his head with a soft smile.

“You will”, she promised.

Rhaenys had left Dragonstone, alongside Luke, and Rhaena to protect Driftmark, and also prepare the fleet. Rhaenyra felt a certain uneasiness in her belly, she hadn't received word from Daemon lately, everything had been terribly quiet, like the calm before the storm. But she shook those feelings away. they were winning

Thanks to you they were winning

Aegon was crippled, Vhagar hasn’t been seen since Aemond had killed you, and their fleet paled in comparison to Lord Corlys… the northerner army had wiped half the Lannister and remained intact, thanks to your son…

Her children were safe

Everything was looking up.

More notes: this chapter came out a little strange… i tried to write what was happening in different places at the same time, it didn’t go quite right but… I kinda like writing about battles and war plans and schemes! haha GO JOANNA YOU LIONESS GOLDEN TROUT I LOVE YOUUU, her sigil is a Merlion BTW just made that up! I’m on fireeee. Sorry for the rant it’s just the joanna thing came so unexpectedly and I ended up loving it… if I’m aloud to because I’m feeling happy and ingenious, but also a lit self-centered right now

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hurricane105 · 5 months

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Y'all Hyrule is BIG. Outside of fast travel with the slate or swapping horses out, it would take days to travel across the continent. Zelda isn't getting to the Spring of Wisdom in a day.

Korok Forest (black line): Hyrule Castle bridge to Boneyard Bridge to Helmhead Bridge to Woodland Stable to the platform in front of the Great Deku Tree: 33 hrs 10 min

Goron City (orange line): Hyrule Castle Bridge to Orsedd Bridge to Thims Bridge to Foothill Stable to Bludo's house: 65 hrs 15 min

Spring of Power (pink line): Hyrule Castle Bridge to Orsedd Bridge to Thims Bridge to Akkala Span to Shadow Pass to where the trail splits for Skull Lake to the Spring of Power (last stage was cross country): 66 hrs 30 min

Akkala Citadel (red line): Hyrule Castle Bridge to Orsedd Bridge to Thims Bridge to Akkala Span to Akkala Citadel: 45 hrs 10 min

Zora's Domain (blue line): Hyrule Castle Bridge to Orsedd Bridge to Thims Bridge to Inogo Bridge to Mipha's statue: 59 hrs 20 min

Kakariko (purple line): Hyrule Castle Bridge to Sacred Ground Ruins to Mabe Prairie to Rebonae Bridge to Sahasra Slope to the stairs in front of Impa's house: 27 hrs 20 min

Spring of Wisdom (purple line): Hyrule Castle Bridge to Sacred Ground Ruins to Mabe Prairie to Rebonae Bridge to Sahasra Slope to Great Fairy Fountain to Lanayru Promenade to Lanayru Road - East Gate to Naydra Snowfield around Mount Lanayru to platform in front of the goddess statue in the Spring of Wisdom: 52 hrs 10 min

Hateno (white line): Hyrule Castle Bridge to Sacred Ground Ruins to Gatepost Town Ruins to Proxim Bridge to Big Twin Bridge to Fort Hateno to the gate of Hateno: 55 hrs 40 min

Spring of Courage (green line): Hyrule Castle Bridge to Sacred Ground Ruins to Gatepost Town Ruins to Bridge of Hylia to Faron Woods to Zonai Ruins to platform in front of the goddess statue in the Spring of Courage: 44 hrs 30 min

Gerudo Town (yellow line): Hyrule Castle Bridge to Giant's Forest (pretty much straight south, then turned west at the Great Plateau) to Digdogg Suspension Bridge to Gerudo Town: 74 hrs 5 min

Rito Village (brown line): Hyrule Castle Bridge to Carok Bridge to Tabantha Great Bridge to the arch guarded by Mazli at the base of the stairs into Rito Village: 63 hrs 15 min

Royal Ancient Lab Ruins (gray line): Hyrule Castle Bridge to Carok Bridge to Royal Ancient Lab Ruins: 20 hrs 50 min

*these routes follow the shortest/most direct roads, doesn't go cross country unless it's unavoidable (like when approaching the springs) or unless it looks like a road was there pre-Calamity (like the Sahasra Slope); the exception is the Spring of Courage, where I didn't see any obvious route; I'm guessing they either did some climbing and cross country hiking, or rafted up the Dracozu River

*this is the slowest walking speed I could get - any slower and Link stopped moving, but I think it's still faster than the walking speed shown in the memories, especially #3 (Resolve and Grief) - pushing the left stick all the way forward results in what looks like jogging, not walking

*this doesn't include time for sheltering from inclement weather, sleep, making/breaking camp, rest/meal breaks, monster attacks, walking slower due to changes in elevation (the hike to Goron City has to be brutal) - it's literally a walking pace straight through

#y'all gotta be realistic about travel times #loz zelda #botw

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elwenyere · 7 months

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Nine Lines, Nine People

I was tagged by @adiduck and @oathkeeperoxas: thank you, my dears!!! For you, here is a wee bit of Icemav (okay, just Ice in this case).

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Among the things Ice doesn’t think about for very long: the scent of wilted gardenias that clung to the couch cushions at the Henry Street Settlement Good Companions Senior Centre.

Ice used to smell them once a month. Once a month, his mother would set two freshly pressed sets of clothes on the twins beds in the room Ice shared with his sister Rachel, and when their father got home from the office, the four of them would schlep all the way from Williamsburg to the Lower East Side - ten blocks walking and two buses - to play bingo on Henry Street with Ice’s grandmother.

Ice had always loved the trip there: the thrill of handing the bus driver the money, the hunt for a seat where he could watch the cars maneuver around them on the streets, the rush of crawling their way across the Williamsburg Bridge and feeling suspended by the thick line of the concentrated traffic. If he’d managed to perch by a window on the water side, Ice would rest the side of his hand against the smudged glass, cocking his palm at an angle so the bus’s forward motion would draw it in an arc over the flat plane of the East River.

The trip back was awful.

It would start when they said goodbye - after Ice and his sister stepped forward to let their grandmother cup their faces in her hands, after his mother bent to receive the same treatment.

“Next month, you will return,” Ice’s bubbe would say, “az me vet lebn.” If I live.

And something in Ice’s mother’s eyes would shift, like a lens refocusing, foreground to background.

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Open tags because I have no sense of who's already been tagged and because if you want to play, I want to see your lines! @ me, beloveds!!!

#wip game #my wips #icemav #emphasis on the ice #separation #niche fic keeps getting nicher

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choking-on-your-alibis · 6 months

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hello and welcome! this blog is an AU of the greek gods. In order to punish the Gods for tormenting humanity due to godly affairs, Zeus has banished them to the mortal realm, to live like mortals. However, Athena and Hera saw this as unfair, as Zeus himself committed atrocities against humanity as well. Therefore, they worked together to banish Zeus to the mortal realm too. The Gods powers and immortality are still in tact, they are simply not allowed to live in their respective realms.

(this is not myth compliant! most of them are probably not going to be related due to shipping)

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interactable characters:

↬ achelous: patron god of the achelous river

↬ aeolus: god of the wind and air

↬ aether: primordial god of the upper air, light, the atmosphere, space and heaven

↬ alastor: god of family feuds and the avenger of evil deeds

↬ apollo: olympian god of music, poetry, art, oracles, archery, plague, medicine, sun, light and knowledge

↬ ares: olympian god of war (physical, violent and untamed aspect)

↬ aristaeus: minor patron god of animal husbandry, bee-keeping and fruit trees

↬ asclepius: god of medicine, health, healing, rejuvenation and physicians

↬ atlas: primordial titan of astronomy

↬ boreas: a wind god (anemoi) and god of the cold north wind and the bringer of winter

↬ caerus: minor god of opportunity, luck and favourable moments

↬ chaos: physical representation of the nothingness that all things sprung from. filled the gap between heaven and the earth

↬ chronos (NOT the titan cronus): the god of time

↬ dinlas: guardian god of the ancient city lamark, a place where wounded heroes could heal after battle

↬ deimos: personification of dread and terror. twin to phobos

↬ dionysus: olympian god of the grape harvest, winemaking and wine, ritual madness, religious ecstasy and theatre

↬ erebus: primordial god of darkness

↬ eros: god of sexual desire, attraction, love and procreation

↬ eurus: anemoi and god of the unlucky east wind

↬ glaucus: a fisherman who became immortal after consuming an argonaut, became a god of the sea

↬ hades: olympian (kind of) god of the dead and riches. king of the underworld

↬ helios: god of the sun. also known as sol

↬ hephaestus: olympian god of fire, metalworking, stone masonry, forges and the art of sculpture

↬ heracles: the greatest of greek heroes who became the god of heroes, sports, athletes, health, agriculture, fertility, trade, oracles and the divine protector of mankind

↬ hermes: olympian god of trade, thieves, travelers, sports, athletes and border crossings. the messenger of the gods

↬ hesperus: the evening star. phosphorus’ half brother

↬ hymenaois: god of marriage ceremonies, inspiring feasts and song

↬ hypnos: god of sleep

↬ kratos: god of strength and power

↬ krios: the titan god of the heavenly constellations and the measure of the year

↬ momus: the god of satire, mockery, censure, writers and poets and a spirit of evil-spirited blame and unfair criticism

↬ morpheus: god of dreams and sleep. dream walker

↬ moros: the physical embodiment of doom

↬ nereus: the titan god of the sea prior to poseidon and father of sea nymphs (nereids)

↬ notus: anemoi and god of the south wind

↬ oceanus: titan god of the ocean. personification of the world ocean

↬ olympos: primordial god of mountains

↬ paean: the physician of the olympian gods

↬ pallas: the titan god of warcraft and the springtime campaign season

↬ pan: god of nature, the wild, shepherds, flocks, goats, mountain wilds and is often associated with sexuality

↬ phobos: god of personal fear, panic and rout. twin to deimos

↬ phosphorus: the morning star. hesperus’ half brother

↬ plutus: god of wealth

↬ pontus: ancient primordial god of the deep sea

↬ poseidon: olympian god of the sea, earthquakes, storms and horses

↬ priapus: minor rustic fertility god, protector of flocks, fruit plants, bees and gardens (literally known for having a massive penis)

↬ prometheus: titan god of forethought (made humans out of clay!)

↬ tartarus: the god of the deep abyss

↬ thanatos: a minor god of death

↬ triton: messenger of the sea

↬ typhon: the deadliest monster in greek mythology, known as the father of all monsters. god of monsters, storms and volcanoes

↬ zelus: god of dedication, emulation, eager rivalry, envy, jealousy and zeal

↬ zephyros: anemoi and god of the west wind

↬ zeus: olympian god of the sky, lightning, thunder, law, order, justice, king of the gods

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#oc #todd’s ocs #ocs #greek god ocs #choking on your alibis

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Friday in October by Lester Public Library Via Flickr: Rogers Street Fishing Village, Two Rivers, Wisconsin

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Ooh can I ask Time After Time for the rebirthed Maedhros AU? Maybe for a couple of years after the Darkening? I need to know what happens when they all get to Beleriand 👀

Okay, let's see, where were we...

Ah, yes, Mass Exodus of Elves 2: Logistics Boogaloo.

So Olwë and the Falmari have the means to get people to Beleriand, awesome! Small problem; they cannot ferry three cities worth of angry elves in one go, that's just not possible. Luckily, the Valar are not forbidden from helping. Since Ulmo is a bro, and the Helcaraxë does need to be broken up to close that path into Aman, he breaks off large flat shelves to ferry some of the elves over too.

They don't know what they're walking into over there, so it's decided, since the ice ferry is quicker, the first ice ferry elves will be primarily warriors and scouts, packed to move quickly and efficiently. The ships will follow up with more supplies and the kind of forces necessary to set up long term.

Ingwë elects to take the ice ferry. He is their highest ranking king, they'll need him for diplomacy.

Ulmo drops them off in the Falas where he can vouch for them to Círdan. Angband's invasion has not yet reached south enough to siege the Falas, but they're not so far away either.

Ingwë's forces are timely, and well armed, and Ulmo keeps them coming. They fend off the orc armies before they even touch the Twin Cities.

Such ardent resistance in the south-west draws attention. Orcs spilling from the Fens of Serech that would otherwise march around the borders of the Girdle turn instead to contend with the mixed Kindred army marching under the banner of the King of All Elves. It's not a great amount of relief to Elu Thingol's army, but it is enough relief they can march that much quicker, have just fewer foes to contend with, that Elu Thingol can just barely make it in time to save Denethor, King of the Laiquendi.

Elu Thingol has no time for pleasantries. He is surrounded. He stuffs Denethor, and as many of the Laiquendi as are willing, under his arm and hauls ass back to the Girdle.

The ships, sped along by Ulmo and Manwë, hit the shores of Lammoth and Arvernien. Finwë in the north. Olwë in the south.

Finwë marches his forces up the Firth of Drengist, fighting every step of the way to clear Hithlum and plug the passes, securing an alliance with the hard pressed Mithrim Sindar. His success lets Ingwë make decent headway into Talath Dirnen and the riverlands between the forests of Brethil and the Ered Wethrin.

Meanwhile, Olwë is clearing out the coast from the cape of Balar to the estuary of Sirion, splitting his forces around the forest of Nan Tathren to pin the orcs against the wall of the Andram. They follow the Andram east to the Ramdol where Amon Ereb can be seen in the distance.

With Finwë and Ingwë plugging the Fens, the exhausted Iathrim finally get enough breathing room to take back Dimbar and make headway in Dor Dinen. Not even orcs willingly trespass in Nan Dungortheb.

With Finwë taking the brunt of the frontal siege in Ard-Galen, Ingwë spills his forces through the arc of Dorthonion, clearing out the orcs. Eventually they emerge in Ladros and start the slog of closing the pass of Aglon.

The Iathrim take back Dor Dinen, and start securing the passes of the river Arossiach. Forays are made into Himlad to get Nan Elmoth back. Down south, Olwë chases orcs up through Estolad, freeing up the river passes into Ossiriand and winning friendship with the Laiquendi along the way. The plains of east Beleriand are wide and easy to travel. Eventually they pin the orcs between the Celon and the Little Gelion, forcing them through the craggy hills of Himring.

Ingwë and Olwë meet in Aglon, and then Olwë goes east, into Lothlann.

Together, the three kings and their forces shove the routed armies of Angband back through the dread gates.

And that's the first Tree year in Beleriand.

Meanwhile, Elu Thingol is being pushed to his limits as a gracious host. The good news! Thanks to Melian, Denethor mended well and took his people back to Ossiriand, clearing out Thargelion along the way. The bad news. There are now three entire Kindreds of Calaquendi elves in the north and Elu is no longer the only of his kind. The better news! Ingwë says they only plan to stay long enough to kick Angband's ass and then they'll be out of Elu's hair eventually. The worse news. Ingwë's now calling himself the King of All Elves, which is the first Elu's ever heard of it.

He didn't vote for this!

At least his missing brother and his old best friend are in hugging distance again, even if they're both mercilessly calling him a heartsick swain for taking up residence in the forests where Finwë used to live.

Elu takes back missing them. They can fuck off again.

And thus, the Leaguer is established with Ingwë and Ingwion in Hithlum (bc otherwise Ingwë gives Elu 'and no other above me' Thingol raging hives), Finwë takes Himring, Olwë takes the Bay of Balar, and the three of them spread their multiple sons out elsewhere in the gaps.

Also, Russingon have a threesome with Denethor, but that's another matter.

#rebirthed!mae au #you'll need a map for this

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The Last Diked Farmland in NJ - September 17th 2023

A common historic farming typology along the marshes of the East Coast. Famous for cultivating salt hay (spartina patens) or if the conditions are right, typical fresh water crops. This farm is along the Maurice River and was preserved through the grit of twin sisters. The farm is currently under the care of a former hand who is now the owner. Access to the farmland is not public but the farm itself represents a key piece of our agricultural history.

#agricultural history #dike farm #farmland #photographers on tumblr #original phography #history #maurice river #new jersey #njlocal

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Clisa, the Capitol

Clisa is the name of Tir na nOg's capitol, and is the political and academic centre of the kingdom.

Clisa is also the largest and oldest city, the beating heart of the entire kingdom. To the north, south and west it is connected to the rest of the kingdom, while to the east it faces the ocean with its port, one of the largest in the kingdom. One of the most famous attractions of the port is the colossal lighthouse, the Light of Hope, from which you can observe a small archipelago a few kilometers from the coast.

In the center of the capital you can find a huge lake, the Ethereal Loch, and in the center of it you can find the two royal palaces.

The first is the largest and most recent, the current seat of rulers. The palace is called Celnaer Hold, and was built about 2000 years ago.

The second is much older, now reduced to a ruin, and belonged to the Forgotten King. The palace’s name was Starm Castle, and it was built about 4900 years ago, remaining in use until the end of the Forgotten King’s reign.

The two castles are located on two small islands in the middle of the lake, both connected by white brick roads.

On the north shore of the lake is the most prestigious academy of magic in the kingdom, Nekiara. The Academia was founded about 3,000 years ago, and is one of the few things that remained intact after the fall of the Forgotten Kingdom. Although the school is prestigious, it is accessible to all by will of the rulers. In front of it there's the Elemental Plaza, a square famous for the festival the students put together every spring.

To the east of the academy is located the Twin River Plaza, a large park very popular with students as a meeting place after classes or as a relaxing place to study. The park is named for the presence of two rivers that intersect in the center of the park, dividing it into four sectors, each with a different style. The first sector is in Asian style, the second is in Celtic style, the third is in modern style, while the fourth is in medieval style.

Next to the park is the commercial district of the kingdom, which is also popular among students due to the many shops, taverns, and bars in the area. Bars and taverns are popular meeting and study spots, while shops provide both school supplies and miscellaneous items to decorate dorm rooms or for personal use.

#alan becker #ava au #zofi's headcanons #worldbuilding

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Of Elured, Elurin, and Gil-Galad

I started writing this intending to share my theories on the matter of Elured, Elurin, and Gil-galad, but it got long and very detailed. This is NOT edited at all, I just wrote most of this in one sitting... but I think it came out really good! (2,218 words?!?!?!?! HOW?!?!)

Most of this is my personal cannon, but it would fit within the story. Some of it has no clear basis in Tolkien, I originally made this theory for a fic I'm working on and needed to invent some things to make other ideas work. Mostly in how Maiar, Valar, and their powers can mess with time. (I am also kinda-maybe-just a little disregarding bit with Gil-galad being sent to the Falas in 455.)

Elured and Elurin survive being abandoned in the woods, and they are led to food and shelter by nightingales, and are eventually led south into the forests of Ossiriand.

While Melian had returned to Valinor after Thingol's death, and despite that the Girdle of Melian fell and she seemingly abandoned them when she left, she actually sent the nightingales to guide Elured and Elurin to safety. Her last act to help those in Middle Earth for a long time. (continued under the cut)

Maiar, Valar, or large concentrations of their powers can do weird things to time and aging. Whether making time pass faster or slower for those in their immediate vicinity, so one year would feel like months, or several years could pass in their vicinity while only one year may seem to pass away from them. With practice and skill their effect on time around them can be minimized, as pretty much all the valar and maiar do. This can cause aging to be faster or slower, or decay to slow down.

Elured and Elurin were too young to be taught of this, so barely more than 4 years after the Second Kinslaying (506), they have aged around 15 years in that time, and are about 21. As Elwing had Elrond and Elros at 22, I am assuming that since she was considered an adult then that they are at that age too.

Over the years they also slowly built up walls, hiding their true identities with magic, eventually so that none could recognize them, so they wouldn't be reminded or found again by the Feanorians. Part of it is that people will see what they expect, and who would expect to the see the twin sons of Dior, believed to be dead?

Now it is year 510, and Gondolin falls that summer. (I would guess it is around the solstice, in late June.)

Gwingloth is the daughter of Lalwen (daughter of Finwe), and was born a few years after Lalwen arrived Gondolin after its completion. She is a little young for a elf but well of age. Tolkien gateway says that is about 100 years old, I don't want to get a headache checking the Nature of Middle Earth right now 😅.

Gwingloth had never been fond of festivals, she often found the noise and the chaos overwhelming, so she had snuck outside the city, thinking to visit the gates, and to check on the guards who she had heard expressing sadness to be missing the festival.

She had been about to leave, but then the attack started. The guards had defended her with their lives, and when she was knocked unconscious they defended her until they fell, and in a strange bit of luck she was hidden in the bodies and presumed dead. When she came to she was once again lucky, and most of the fighting had moved on to the city. She managed to sneak out, and down the Dry River to Sirion. She did not know much of Beleriand, but she knew the south in Ossiriand to be safe, and she made a makeshift boat and sailed down Sirion until she reached the Fens of Sirion, where she left the river and ventured east until she met Elured and Elurin.

Elured and Elurin had been living semi-nomadically in Ossiriand in this time, with some help and guidance from the green elves there. Before they were of age, they lived with a small group of green elves in a hidden village of flets. They were not taken in my one specific family, but the whole village helped in their upbringing. They were taught to survive, fight, and to be able to sneak through the trees and hills with skill no other elves had. Once they were of age they began to live more nomadically, scouting or hunting to help that village.

The year they came of age the green elves gave them a gift that had been found near the River Ascar, the northernmost river in Ossiriand. It was two fine twin swords Thingol had crafted for the twins when he heard of their birth. (there was a small inscription) They had been taken in the sack by the dwarves and almost were cast into the river with the rest of the treasure, but they were found by one of the green elves, and kept. The twins each got a sword, as Thingol had first intended for them, his first great-grandchildren.

Shortly before Gwingloth arrived, the village made the decision to move further south, fearing the growing reports of orcs Elured and Elurin brought. The twins decided to remain while they figured out what they wanted to do. Do they seek out survivors from Doriath or other Sindar? Do they forsake their heritage and remain with the green elves who raised them and taught them?

Gwingloth and Elurin quickly fell in love, but Elured and Elurin found the word of Gondolin's fall to be the last straw in their decision to pursue the rumors they had heard of Elwing in the Havens of Sirion. Elured wished to go alone, as they had been planning to stealthily go to gather information, not to enter the city, so both of them did not need to go, and one of them needed to stay with Gwingloth as she recovered from the shock of Gondolin's fall and the battle, and her long, hungry journey south. Elured also... hinted... to Elurin that perhaps he should be trying to research Noldor and Sindar marriage traditions wink wink.

Elured traveled extremely light, nearly nothing with him but some basics he gathered and supplies and tools he made. He did bring his twin sword, as it was the finest weapon he had and he did not wish to be about without it, but he put a small enchantment on the inscription, hiding it. He first traveled north-west, in the direction of Nargothrond, to see if any survivors of Gondolin passed through the west part of the region. He was hoping inconspicuously to join a group of survivors heading to Sirion, and to tell them the story that he had been living in the wilderness ever since his city fell.

This worked a little too well, and he encountered the main group of survivors from Gondolin sheltering in Taur-en-Faroth, the forests on the west and south sides of Nargothrond. He called himself Ereinion, which had been Beren's nickname for him, as he was descended from Kings of Elves and Men. Perhaps he should've thought his story through more, with him being found outside a fallen city of the Noldor, and having darker hair, like most of the Noldor, with highlights that shone like gold in the sunlight, because rumors begin to fly that he is Finrod's, Orodreth's, or, somehow, Fingon's son. He tried to deflect, saying his appearance took more after his mother. The enchantment that both he and Elurin wove around themselves was still in effect, and made people see what they expected when they were looked upon. So the survivors expected to see the son of a noldor king? Well, that is what they saw.

He thought that quelled the rumors, so he continued travelling with them for some months, because it was safer. When they arrive in the Havens in the late winter (march???) of 511, he hears that it is true, Elwing is alive, but is almost immediately brought to the Isle of Sirion, for they started to believe him to be the rightful king of the Noldor.

It is on the Isle of Balar where he finally has to confront the fact that they think him to be their rightful king. He feared what would happen should the truth come out, and panics (privately), but ends up going along with it, planning to use it just until he can see Elwing, then... well he wasn't sure yet.

It takes months for the opportunity for him to return to the Havens of Sirion, and by then he was crowned as Gil-galad, King of the Noldor... and discovered just how busy that title makes you (karma?). By then it is late summer of 511, almost a year after he left Elurin and Gwingloth on a journey they expected to take only a few months. He had tried to covertly send messenger birds, but most returned with their messages unopened, if they returned at all.

Once he arrives in Sirion, he once again has a stoke of bad luck. Not only is Elwing considered just a little too young* to meet him, the King, he is too busy with politics and meetings to be able to sneak away to see her.

*I also have Elwing aging at an accelerated rate as well, she is almost 18, but is incorrectly considered too immature by a few of the other rulers of the Havens (who have sticks up their buts), so she is kept away.

Elured has to return to Balar, but the next year he is finally allowed to meet Elwing, for she finally set those other rulers straight, and is taking her place as leader of the Havens. The ceremony was small, but in the following days Elured was invited to meet her, not on strictly official business, but so the two of them could simply meet as people and leaders.

Elured is guided to her lovely home in the Havens, and when he knocks, he hears a call to enter, and he steps inside and into the living space. It's well decorated, cozy and lived it, and there's a vase of lily of the valley and cyclamen on a mantel above the hearth.

It had been so, so long since he had seen his little sister. And his breath caught for a moment when he saw her. She's so grown up. Without us. Elured thought, tears starting to form in his eyes.

"Ah you must be King Gil-galad! Suilad! It is so wonderful to finally meet you!"

"Ahm," he cleared his throat, "yes, it is wonderful to, meet you, too. I'm so glad we finally got the chance..." he trailed off.

"How goes matters on the Isle? Good? Well..." she continued talking but Elured was barely listening.

He worked rapidly to drop the enchantment disguising his identity, in denial, No, it must be the enchantment, that must be why she... why she doesn't he thought frantically as it finally came down.

But she didn't react. She kept on speaking about how things were in the Havens, until she notices his lack of response, she pauses, and looks closer at him. "Are... are you part maia as I am?" She haltingly asks.

"I. I am, yes, as you are." Elured hesitantly answers. Is this it? Is she starting to recognize me?

But she takes his hesitant response as him not wishing to speak of it, and says "I'm sorry, I did not mean to pry, and you need not answer. I too understand having a past too painful to speak of."

Elured nods, shocked and despairing. She didn't know him. His sister didn't know him anymore.

Elured is devastated that his sister does not know him, and perhaps it is cowardice, or perhaps he does not wish to bring her more pain by showing up in this life she's worked hard to make for herself and telling her that he is her brother, that both of her brothers were alive... and they shared the same past she called too painful to speak of.

Upon his return to Balar that day, he throws himself into work as High King of the Noldor, just a little longer, he tells himself. Then I'll go home. Just a little longer.

But days turn to months, and months into two years, and it is 514 when he can finally return to Ossiriand, for he did not want to forsake the people who had come to rely on him. He is only able to go back under the guise of seeking a stronger alliance with the green elves, but one night, when he is not so far from his home, he is able to slip away from his guards.

He travels light, only his one twin sword with him, speeding through the treetops until he reaches the edge of the empty village where they had lived. But all is silent.

As he steps into the flet he shared with his brother, there is not a sound, and it is empty. Gwingloth and his brother are gone.

There was no note, no message anywhere in the village, nor the trees. He is so desperate he checks the ground, for when the village was occupied none were allowed to go on the ground under the village to help keep it more hidden, not a trace of them or tracks.

All was silent and empty. His twin is gone. He unsheathes his twin sword, which now truly missing it's partner, it's other half, as he is. He drives it into the ground in the middle of the village, standing alone as a memorial... or as a grave, and he rips off a bit of his robe, with his new sigil of silver stars on a blue field.

Gil-galad turns and walks back to his camp, and his people. Once again devastated.

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