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FUTURE SPOUSE �� VDay Special - Love Letter from your Future Spouse

“I was, and I remain, utterly and completely and totally in love with you.”

[3 piles] ・ [5 decks] ・ [29-39 cards for each pile] ・ [letters, quotes, songs]

Hello friends! It's almost Valentine's Day, and I am so excited to share this Special with you. What are your plans for this Valentine's Day? Are you spending it with a cherished person, your friends, or are you your own Valentine this year? Definitely let me know. I love holidays that bring people together which is why I dedicated a reading for it. Enjoy.

Painting: Diana and Cupid - Pompeo Batoni (1761)

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PILE 01 ➕

Disclaimer: All Tarot readings on this blog are meant for entertainment purposes only. My Pick-a-card readings are based on my knowledge of the tarot and my intuition. Tarot is a divination tool and should not be considered a replacement for medical or professional guidance. It is not intended to be used as such, and any choices made in response to my readings are your own responsibility. All interpretations are speculative, and whether you believe in it is your choice. Readings are for self-reflection purposes only; take what resonates, and leave the rest. My readings are timeless unless stated otherwise.

CONFIRMATION

Signs and confirmation that this is your pile. This can be anything from your initials, astrological placements, significant messages or signs, places, songs, etc. Please use your discernment.

B, L, A, I, N, E, H, blank, 11:33, 11

Quote: Even if the stars fail to shine and the moon refuses to light up the world, I know I have nothing to fear. I have my guardian angel to look after me, care for me and love me forever and always. I love you!

Song: Love Me More - Sam Smith

LOVE LETTER FROM YOUR SPOUSE

Cards: Dear, Always by your side, I want to start a family with you, I am open to compromise, I have an offer for you, I am lost without you, It was always you, My nerves have been getting the best of me, Yeah nah, We have known each other in other lifetimes, I left because you told me to, I was in denial, You have so many choices and options, Make space for it, dance with me make me sway, I like it like that, destined, you cam to me at a time when my heart was selective, I'm a slave for your love, You don't own me, I don't wanna play no games, New beginnings, Feminine moon, Childhood, Wealth, Support, Ego death, Tower moment, Crush, Evil eyes

Hello, Pile 01, and welcome to your reading. How are you spending this Valentine's Day? Your spouse has a message for you, enjoy!

Dear Pile 01,

To us, distance is nothing. You’re right here in my heart, and I love you more than ever. It's impossible to put into words how much I love you or to describe how you make me feel, but that doesn't stop me from trying. You are my home, the person I trust with everything. There is no one else I would rather start a family with. It could just be you and me, or mini versions of us as well. I am more than willing to compromise with you because, at the end of the day, you are all I need and want. And I am not embarrassed to say that I need you, because I do. You, to me, are a want that turned into a need. There is no going back after knowing you. I can't possibly deny myself the magic that is loving you, so I have an offer for you, and that is my love, my devotion, and my forever. It could all be yours; you just have to say the word. I am lost without you, and there is just no one else who could even compare. It has always been you. You. You. You. Lately, my nerves have been getting the best of me. Could you tell? Did you feel my anxiety? I hope not. But if you did, I find solace in our connection. Your energy feels like home. It's like history has threaded us together and made us one. I know you. And I have known you for lifetimes. I apologize for having left you. It wasn't easy, but I respected your wishes. Honestly, I was just so afraid of your rejection that I cowardly believed you when you said I should go. I was in denial. It's intimidating to see how many people see what I see in you. How many other people are willing to risk it all for you! I can't claim to not understand, though, because here I am doing the same. Your light and your energy are just impossible to ignore and unsee. But I am working on myself. I am actively making space for you and us.

There is just no one who does it like you do. Your energy and your eyes compel me to do things I had never considered before. You are the only person—no, angel—that can ever make me sway. For you, I'll second-guess everything. For you, I'll leave everything. And I like it like that. I wouldn't change it, and I wouldn't have it any other way. You have so much power over me, but I trust you. You could do anything you wanted and ask for the world, and I would give it to you. But I know that, despite everything, you will never hurt me. No, you would never take advantage of me. With you, I am safe. And with me, you are safe. We are destined, my love. There is no way around us. When we met, I was selective with the people in my life, but you just made your way into my world effortlessly. Like it was nothing. Like there wasn't any wall built around my heart. It's as if you have always belonged. And you are right; you have. I am a slave to your love. But although I am bound to you, I am still free. There is nothing about you that makes sense, and simultaneously, you are the answer to every question I have. I want to be crystal clear with you. It's you. And I have no intention to play any games or make our journey any harder. You don't have to prove yourself to me. You are enough just the way you are and exactly as you come.

I want a new beginning for us. I dream of a fresh start with you. You are my counterpart, and we are connected in every realm possible. I feel you, always. I understand you, always. I feel honored to see every side of you, and I am so blessed to learn about the wonder of the world that is you. You are a person who is so rich and abundant and so full of life that I just can't stay away from you, ever. I want to help you and support you through everything. For you, I would take on the hardest challenges and the scariest obstacles out there. If it helps you, soothes you, or even puts a smile on your face, there is nothing that could stop me from jumping without being afraid of falling. I am there for you, always. I am around you every second of the day. Because, darling, I love you. I would die a thousand deaths for you. Whatever you need me to do or whatever you need me to be, just say the word. Nothing will ever tear us apart. I love you so much that even Cupid is jealous.

Always by your side, your future spouse.

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PILE 02 ➕

CONFIRMATION

Signs and confirmation that this is your pile. This can be anything from your initials, astrological placements, significant messages or signs, places, songs, etc. Please use your discernment.

P, E, N, T, T, O, O, C, 11:40, message/dm, sirens

Quote: I want to drown with your lips, in the ocean of our kiss.

Song: Lemonade - Internet Money, Gunna, Don Toliver, NAV

LOVE LETTER FROM YOUR SPOUSE

Cards: My dream come true, With all my love, I respect you, Let me hold you, I am absolutely in love with you, I am coming trust, I am healing my broken heart, You light up my life, Love is not fair, I have been distracted, Yeah nah, We have known each other in other lifetimes, I am lost without you, I was always you, I talk about you a lot, You are too far away, If I follow you I could lose everything, We are from two different worlds, Clarity of mind, You make me want to do better and try harder, You like me mad you think it's funny, I hear your messages in songs, Baby would you ever want to be my girlfriend, You touch me like no other, Sexual energy, Who do you love, Follow me into the dark break up a piece of your heart, I'm facing my truth, Do you want me the way I want you, Masculine Sun, Trust, Helplessness, Clash, Unwanted change, True love, Power, Child:wounded, Trauma, Confession

Hello, Pile 02, and welcome to your reading. How are you spending this Valentine's Day? Your spouse has a message for you, enjoy!

My dream come true,

I want to get drunk in your skin, as it glistens drops of love, pouring from our sin. You are the essence of life for me. I respect you. Your thoughts, your ideas, your words, your willpower, and your intelligence. All of you! I am yearning for you; please, just let me hold you. I am absolutely and irrevocably in love with you. Darling, soon. Soon I'll be able to hold you, touch you, and breathe in your scent. I am coming; trust me. There is nothing that would ever be strong enough to keep me away from you. I am healing myself so I can be there for you wholeheartedly. My heart was broken before, but for you, I'll risk another heartbreak. For you, I'll even risk my life. Because you, my dearest of all, light up my life, my entire world, even. Although love might not be fair, when it comes to you, I'll give up everything without asking for anything in return. Lately, I have been all over the place and distracted, and I apologize. Although that is true, and although I am healing and hurting; my mind, my heart, and my energy, all of me still can't stay away from you. We have known each other for lifetimes. You are no secret to me, and I am no secret to you. Without you, I am lost. You are my guiding light, and you are the sole reason why I am finding my way back to myself. You are my only motivation and my only inspiration. It was always you, my love. There is no confusion here. No matter our pasts, it all eventually leads to us. That is the only logical conclusion. The only thing that makes sense. You and me. I talk about you often, you know. I tell everyone and everything about the wonder that is you. But you are still so far away from me. Following you could cost me everything I have. You and I are from two different worlds. Worlds that are not compatible. And although it's everything I have known thus far, I will abandon it instantly. I will sacrifice everything so I can be with you. Because you clearly do not understand that everything I have had is just a fraction of everything that you are. I am not losing. With you, I am only winning. So no, I am not sad about it. And no, I will never regret it. This is something that I will never question, and believe me, I'll make the same choice over and over again. With you, there is no confusion, no doubt, just clarity. Wherever you are is my home.

You make me want to do better. You inspire me to grow, to change, and to open myself up and be vulnerable. I am an intimidating person, but to you, that means nothing. You just laugh when I get mad because you think it's funny. And because you trust me. My god, your trust is just as sweet as honey. It's worth all the gold in the world. It's worth all that I have. We are connected, always. Even if I am not in your life right now, I can still hear your messages. You are in everything that surrounds me, but especially in the songs I hear. You are in the lyrics that capture my attention and in the melodies that move me to tears. It was never hard for you to reach my heart, because for you, there are no barriers. With you, I am open and vulnerable. Would you ever consider being with me? It's a silly question, right? But will you be my Valentine? forever? Until we both lose our breath and beyond that? Everything pulls me toward you. Like a magnet, I always find myself around you, touching you, kissing you, and pleasing you. No one heats me like you do. One simple touch and I am a puddle, water bending at your command. I have never experienced such an attraction before. I am a composed person, hardly shakable. But it takes one single look—the tiniest microexpression—and I am ready to go. I am ready to worship. Who do you love? Is it me? Will you choose to spend the rest of your life by my side? I am aware of other energies. And I have to admit that it startles me. It scares me. The slightest possibility of losing you instills fear within me that rattles my bones. Nothing, absolutely nothing, in existence puts me in as much fear as the idea, the tiniest thought, of losing you. Are you as deeply in love as I am? I want you to be. I want to touch your heart as much as you touch mine. I want to make your body ache for me as much as my body aches for you. Let's get entangled in our passion and stay here forever. I want—no, I need your love. Do you want me the way that I want you? When you are in love, in true, deep love, there is no way around facing yourself. And I am facing my truth right now, so I can be the best version of myself. You don't deserve any less than that.

I want to be strong for you. I want you to be able to rely on me. I want to provide for you. Your trust—it's the only thing I need in this life. No, your love. It's my life elixir. I am helpless without you. We're just like fire melting into ice, and I love the way that we collide. I'm pitch black, drowning’ in your light, and you are the only one who can put me in my place. You are the only person who can set my whole world on fire. My equal. And I would not have it any other way. I know that our paths to each other lead through loss and tears. You have to let go of something to be with me, just as I have to let go of everything to be with you. It's a change that neither of us asked for, but if it leads us to each other, if it leads us to true love, isn't it worth it? You are so breathtakingly powerful. A force to be reckoned with. The entire world trembles to see your beauty, your power, and your intelligence. You are the only person I trust, the only person who will ever know me for everything that I am. The good, the bad, and the ugly. It's all yours. There is no point in hiding it; you see through me so effortlessly.

With all my love, Your future spouse

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PILE 03 ➕

CONFIRMATION

Signs and confirmation that this is your pile. This can be anything from your initials, astrological placements, significant messages or signs, places, songs, etc. Please use your discernment.

S, U, R, E, B, E, U, I, blank, 11:47, sirens

Quote: I want to make love with my tongue, and whisper kisses, through your mind, until your body comes, undone- Body language.

Song: LAW - Yoon Mirae, BIBI

LOVE LETTER FROM YOUR SPOUSE

Cards: My cherished, Devotionally yours, I don't think I ever truly knew you, I left because you told me to, I hold back because I don't want to be rejected, Other opinions have clouded my vision, I don't want to lose you, Definitely, My surroundings don't approve, I need more time, I was a fool, We are too different, I'm ready, I think we should slow down, It's ok to feel feelings, I hope we can love through the pain after the honeymoon fades, I wanna marry those eyes, Sexual energy, I don't understand, You don't own me, Baby would you ever want to be my girlfriend, don't be scared I ain't afraid, Love making, Judgement, Surprise, Withdrawal, Tower Moment, Support, Privilege

Hello, Pile 03, and welcome to your reading. How are you spending this Valentine's Day? Your spouse has a message for you, enjoy!

My cherished Pile 03,

If there is a parallel universe, I will fight through the stars to find you. Darling, I don't think I ever truly knew you. I don't think I will ever truly know you. You are the entire cosmos, ever-changing, and it will take lifetimes, if not forever, to discover everything that makes you you. I am sorry that I left. I turned away from you and us because you told me to. And I hold back because I don't want to be rejected. Losing you once has nearly broken me; I don't think I'd be able to survive another time. There is so much noise around us. There are so many opinions and so many views that have clouded my vision. I am confused. I don't want to lose you. ever. I exist, so I can live on a planet graced by your presence. Just knowing that you are alive and well keeps me going, and it makes life worth living. Your presence humbles me to the point where just breathing the same air as you feels like a blessing. There are people in my life who are jealous of our connection. People who do not approve of us being together. I need more time to sort out all the thoughts in my head. So many doubts have been planted in my mind that I need space to clear out the clutter that clouds my vision. I was a fool. Such a fool! I regret hurting you. I loathe that I was the cause of your hurt, the cause of your tears. We are so different, yet we get along so well. I am ready for you, darling, but I think we need to take things slow. Rushing into it will only hurt us. It's okay to feel your feelings. Love, true love, evokes so many emotions in us. It makes us feel deeply, and it makes us hurt deeply too.

I hope that we can love through the pain, even if our honeymoon fades, even once you take off your rose-colored glasses. Your eyes. Oh my god, your eyes. I want to marry them. You bring me to my knees with your gaze. I have never met a person before who had me in a chokehold like you. I don't understand it, and it confuses me. When you look at me with your beautiful and hypnotizing eyes, I'll say yes to anything. Whatever you want, it's yours. You don't own me, not yet. I am not yours, and you are not mine. But would you be my forever person? Would you marry me? I know it feels like a big commitment, one that might scare you. But it doesn't scare me; it never will, because I trust you. I yearn for you deeply and passionately. I imagine us making love. I imagine you, naked, looking into my eyes and screaming my name. Don't judge me, please. I just can't help it. The pull you have on me is just as surprising for me as it is for you. I might be withdrawing right now, but it's because I need to collect my power and my energy, so I am ready for the change that is you. For the new beginning and world that you promise. I want you; I crave you. It's primal. I want to support you, I want to be strong for you, and I want to earn the privilege that is your love.

Devotionally yours, Your future spouse.

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fallenwingzero · 1 year

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Frozen Teardrop

Volume 8: Rhapsody of Loneliness (Middle part)

Chapter: Peacecraft File 6

“Peace is the state in which all hostilities have come to an end”

Immanuel Kant, from “Perpetual Peace”

AC-147, Spring

Sabrina Peacecraft was in love. It was towards her husband, Eric, whom she had married last June. But she had not yet put her feelings into honest words.

At the time of the proposal, she felt embarrassed to express her true feelings. Before she had even said things like “love may not be enough.”

After her parents died, Sabrina inherited the Peacecraft royal family under the name of “Katrina” and became queen. At her coronation, she announced her marriage to Eric Shergold. Many people believed this was political.

The Sanc Kingdom had already paid off the reparations for the United Earth Sphere Alliance Forces, but with the domestic war damage compensation and post-war reconstruction they had no choice but to seek financial assistance from abroad. However, no country would respond, and expensive debt increased. The country’s finances were almost bankrupt.

Therefore, this marriage has a spirit that wants to be saved by the Shergold family, which is at the heart of the Romefeller Foundation.

Everyone suspected that she had gall. However, in reality, the assets of the Shergold family were never used for Sanc Kingdom.

According to his deceased father’s will, Eric’s inherited wealth is only valid when he is registered with the Shergold family. If he marries into the Sanc Kingdom, he must give all his wealth to his only living blood relative, Bill Maxwell.

Bill is a distant relative of Shergold, who runs a church in a space colony. He was impoverished and doing services for the people. Moreover, it is said that he is in “V108744” of the L-2 colony sector where the most multi-ethnic immigrants and poverty are widespread.

It’s likely that the Shergold family’s total assets will no doubt dissipate and disappear based on his devout volunteerism as well as the colony’s ethos of “redistribution of wealth”.

Of course, Eric talked about those circumstances before the marriage.

When Sabrina heard that, she replied with a smile. “If it helps poor people then I’m very happy. I was attracted to your personality so please don’t worry about money like that.”

Their wedding was very modest for a member of the royal family and a former millionaire. The former king’s funeral may have been much more glamorous. There was only a limited number attendees, and there was no reception, just a church wedding.

However, such a modest scene highlighted the courageous attitude of the royals, who supported each other despite their poverty, and the people accepted their frugality.

The couple’s married life was hectic with public affairs. With sincerity and enthusiasm, Sabrina restored the tangled diplomacy with the nations surrounding the Sanc Kingdom, and also repaired the relationship with the United Earth Sphere Alliance. Eric is making full use of his economic skills he has cultivated so far to rebuild the finances of the Peacecraft family.

As the result of the hard work and efforts of these two people, the Sanc Kingdom has been rebuilt as an independent nation in less than a year.

Of course, the enormous debt has not yet been repaid. However, as long as they do not have luxury, lead a stable life, and if they do not get involved in disasters or wars, they will be able to repay their debts eventually.

The gap between rich and poor has naturally disappeared.

The measure of “happiness” varies according to individual senses. That is perhaps why the citizens of the Sanc Kingdom, who are the biggest victims, don’t call this state “happiness”.

Nevertheless, no one complained about Sabrina and Eric Peacecraft.

Looking at the two of them working hard, it must feel as though you have no choice but to accept it.

Some “fortunes” have visited the Sanc Kingdom. The ceasefire treaty with the Earth Sphere United Alliance, which had until now only be concluded in writing, finally took effect and the withdrawal of the Alliance front-line troops deployed along the border was completed.

During this period, conflicts on Earth had reached a kind of stagnation and temporary peace continued.

As a result, the outlaws of “Sherwood Forest” including Sith Merquise, who defended Sanc Kingdom are freed from the war.

In addition, Sith removed her mask, took off her military uniform and wore sunglasses that hid her true face as a lonely girl, and returned to Katrina Darlian.

Sometimes she went shopping in the town of Sanc Kingdom. On the way back, she always stopped by the Sanc Kingdom Castle.

Of course, she can’t just enter the castle. Katrina, holding a small bouquet, handed it to the gatekeeper with a message.

“Thank you for saving us, Queen Katrina. - Sith”

She expressed her gratitude to her sister for taking on the harsh role of a queen under her own name.

Later, as soon as she received the bouquet from the maid of honor, Sabrina burst into tears.

“No, I’m the one to thank you…” While sobbing, she thanked her sister who went to the battlefield to protect the country. “I wasn’t the one who saved the Sanc Kingdom… Thank you, Sith Merquise.”

At this time, Sabrina had a new life in her belly. She was three months pregnant and the doctor who had diagnosed her said it was growing well.

Sabrina wanted to report this to Eric as soon as possible, but her beloved husband was so busy with work that she didn’t get the chance.

That night, even in the bedroom where the two of them were alone for the first time in a while, Eric fell into a deep sleep as soon as he collapsed on the bed.

Sabrina liked Eric’s sleeping face. It was full of gentle peace. When he was asleep, there was an innocence that didn’t make you feel the age difference of fifteen years.

With a smile on her face, Sabrina continued to stare at her husband’s sleeping face. At his feet lies Sam the Norwegian Forest Cat curled up.

By this time, Sam was more attached to Eric than to Sabrina.

After a few hours, Eric suddenly woke up. He noticed Sabrina’s warm gaze.

“…Can’t you sleep?”

“No, I don’t want to sleep.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to feel happy forever.”

With sleepy eyes, Eric sat up and hugged Sabrina’s small shoulders.

“Please rest assured, Her Majesty’s happiness will last forever, even if she’s asleep.”

Sabrina nodded at his words and them told her husband that she was pregnant.

Eric opened his eyes wide and showed a big smile.

“No wonder I thought things were going so well lately. A thing called Maternity Luck.”

“Eh?”

“When I was young, my gambling buddies in the countryside often said, ‘pregnant women bring good luck’. Perhaps it is because they are the most important beings in the world that such traditions were created.”

“Yes.”

“However, if two people’s luck occurs in the same place at the same time, it is not surprising that such a miracle occurs.”

Sabrina nodded. She felt an indescribable relief in that choice of words.

Sam let out a big yawn and meowed.

Everyone here felt happy. But Sabrina still hasn’t told Eric of her love-.

Endless ruins continued as far as the eye could see.

Due to a malfunction in the colony’s weather system, it continues to rain.

In such a cold rain, he – Heero Yuy, was tormented by a despair that could not be saved.

He was wearing a raincoat, but his mind and body were soaking wet. Thanks to the drops dripping from his hair, it saved the trouble of wiping his tears.

“How long are you going to keep doing this?” He muttered to himself without questioning anyone.

There was no way he could find an answer. Although he was still a young man, his youth was over. Even so, he’s still immature and ignorant of something.

“Teacher…..” Quinze Quarante, a high school student, ran over with his feet sticking into the rubble. “The mission shuttle crash site is still completely inaccessible.”

“Really?”

By the time Heero and Quinze arrived at this place, the evacuation of the residents had already finished, but there is no doubt that the reconstruction of this ruined colony will take a daunting amount of time.

The damage was so extensive that the surrounding area was left in tragic ruins as a result of the Second Earth mission’s shuttle crashing into the colony’s space port struts, resulting in a terrifying explosion followed by a chain reaction of massive earthquakes.

Naturally, the center where the shuttle crashed would be more devastating.

“Damn, the guys on Earth are going to make this all our fault.” Quinze said with a click of his tongue.

“Oh… perhaps.” Heero raised the collar of his coat and was about to leave the ruins. “I’m sorry, Quinze. I’ll leave the rest to you.”

“Where are you going?”

“To appear to the military police.”

“Wait! Their modus operandi is obvious, isn’t it? No matter how much we claim our innocence, the evidence and testimony are arbitrarily fabricated.”

“I know, but running away won’t solve anything.”

In fact, Heero Yuy was going to speak to the Second Earth Mission about the colony’s plight, but he didn’t take the proper steps. He was thinking of going straight to the delegation welcome ceremony and having the people of the colony recognize their ‘respect for independent individuals’.

“No matter what the outcome, I just want to tell you that there was a worthwhile motive.” That’s what he believed at the time. “I must do something before the events here become the past-“

It is the practice of the so-called “universal moral theory” and the motivation to “inquire” and “prove” one’s own scholarship that must be strong.

Heero Yuy’s battle in the L-1 colony had just begun-.

AC-147 November

On the twenty-seventh day of this month, a princess was born in the Peacecraft family.

It was a surprisingly easy delivery.

Sabrina named her beloved daughter “Katrina”. She wanted her to inherit the name of her grateful sister.

And that birthdate is the same date when the Sanc Kingdom was occupied by rebel forces two years ago, whilst Katrina was entering the atmosphere. It was also the day when Sabrina was called on to restore the monarchy.

On the same day, there was a shuttle that left the atmosphere and flew out of the earth into space. On board the shuttle was Katrina and Marticus.

“This should have been my second trip to space, but I don’t remember the first time as I was a baby, so it feels like this is the first time.” Katrina, who once dreamed of astronauts, said to Marticus, who sat next to her in the weightlessness she hadn’t felt in a long time. “But the feeling of being freed from gravity is the best.”

“I have experienced it several times in training, but I still can’t get used to it.” The pale-faced Marticus, managed to answer. “After all, it seems I’m better suited to work on Earth. You should have brought Spade instead of me. I think he would have been more useful.

Katrina glanced at the almost tearing up Marticus and smiled.

The two of them are heading to the resource transportation relay station that connects the Earth and the colonies.

Their old friends of Sherwood Forest are waiting there. These outlaws left the temporary peace of “Earth” and moved their base to the “sky” that will eventually become a conflict area.

-The spark of the earth jumps into space -

It was a future prediction that “AI Sam” comprehensively judged from the current data.

He was programmed with a special purpose. They are “conflict cessation” and “war eradication”. This is largely due to the influence of peace-loving Sabrina. It also reflects the will of its developer, Thomas Quarante, who died longing for peace.

Of course, it is possible to ignore such a purpose, but the outlaws agree with “AI Sam’s” peace orientation and together they flew into space.

Ever since Sith Merquise unmasked, Wyvern has been in the hands of the Outlaws. “AI Sam”, who wished for Katrina’s happiness as a young girl, did not allow her to accompany him. He must have been lonely, but Katrina was even more lonely.

“I wonder how is Sam doing?”

“Well, he’s already loved by the engineers.”

Mike Howard, D.D “Diamond Desperado” and Solciere do not treat Wyvern as a mere fighter, nor do they think of “AI Sam” as programmatic “cat”, but as equals. They seemed to feel that he was a good and hard-to-find friend.

If they were to return Wyvern to space, they would like to improve it further, and if “AI Sam” felt the need to travel long distances, they would build a transport ship that would make it possible.

At the relay station they were headed to, an improved Wyvern was waiting, and a long-distance cruiser-class astrocruiser was being built to carry it.

Katrina was summoned for the test cruise.

“I wonder if he really likes them more than me.”

“Maybe so. They say, ‘Cats forget their owner’s face after three days’.” Marticus teased Katrina, who was looking uneasy.

“Really? It’s the first time I’ve heard that.”

“It’s a folklore from an island in the East.”

“Is that so, Marticus.”

“You laughed when you saw my pale face earlier. This is in return for that”

Katrina was still dissatisfied.

“I’m sure Sam will be fine.”

When it comes to piloting the Wyvern, no matter how good the pilot is, there is no one better than Katrina. They just can’t pull out the original performance of the aircraft. It is common for these so-called masterpieces that the aircraft chooses the pilot.

But more than that, AI Sam’s genuine emotions arguably give him extra control over other pilots.

It was a clear logical contradiction that could not be dismissed by words such as shyness.

He wants to keep her away from the battlefield, but he needs Katrina as an excellent pilot. This is his psychology. It seems that’s how much Sam loved her.

Originally, the program should have been rewritten. However, the engineers respected the individuality of “AI Sam” and dared not to rewrite it. After some hesitation, they summoned Katrina to space and chose her to be the pilot for the test flight.

The shuttle, which was in front of the relay station, was suddenly blocked by a huge ship. When they opened the communication line, as expected, it was a space cruiser named “Sherwood” boarded by the Outlaws.

The ship is the first Rebel astrocruiser designed and developed by Mike Howard and “D.D”. They were funded by Cinquante Khushrenada and worked undercover to complete this ship on a resource satellite owned by the Romefeller Foundation.

“The situation is urgent! We must leave immediately!” The co-pilot Pagan shouted, appearing on the monitor. “Please land the shuttle through the rear hutch! We’ll head straight for the L-1 colony!”

Marticus landed in the aft hatch and hurried to the bridge. They then heard from Mike and the other engineers about the “tight situation”.

In recent years, colony residents have been under a regime of terror. In particular, the L-1 colony group is subject to ideological restrictions such as press control, speech control, and the prohibition of gatherings and demonstrations, by the United Earth Sphere Alliance.

The pressure unilaterally suppressed the working class.

About half a year ago an incident occurred, the shuttle of the Second Earth Mission was blown up just before it arrived at the L-1 colonies and crashed into the C-03388 colony.

It was determined to be an act of terrorism, and the mastermind turned himself in leading to his immediate arrest.

The mastermind’s name was Heero Yuy.

Based on due legal procedures, they decided to execute more than a dozen thought criminals, including him.

It is said that it will be carried out at a forced labor plant on the Moon base.

The execution date and time is December 1, 147 AC, 12:00PM Colony Standard Time.

However, this was not communicated to the outside world due to media blackout. And now, it has become clear from the predictions of the situation by “AI Sam” and from hacking by the engineers.

“Professor Heero”. Katrina cried out involuntarily.

Marticus and the engineers knew about the existence of Heero Yuy from when he was staying with the Peacecrafts.

It will take another two days to get to the moon with this cruiser and they had to hurry.

“Let’s begin the rescue operation immediately.” Marticus said calmly. “This is a job that only we can do.”

AC-147 December 01

The United Earth Sphere Alliance space base on the moon’s “Sea of Tranquility” was established in 133 AC. Originally, it was nothing more than a monumental landing site for the Apollo 11 spacecraft of the last century. However, since the construction of the colonies began, various production plants have been concentrated and it has become a military key point.

From there, it was transformed into a frontline defence base, it was requisitioned at the same time as the establishment of the Alliance in AC 133, and currently functions as the largest military base in space.

It is considered an important base for surveillance of the L-1 and L-2 colonies for the Alliance Space Forces.

However, it cannot be denied that it was overly armed to deal with colonies that lacked decent military power.

Thought criminals to be executed on this day include Heero Yuy, Jay Null, Henry Vier and Wu Wanglong among the twelve people.

It is said to be a public execution, but in fact, it has been planned for the recorded footage to be edited and broadcast to the media at a later date. Satellite relay was never planned from the beginning.

If someone yells something just before the execution, that alone will make the propaganda lose its meaning.

The Alliance Public Affairs made this kind of falsification commonplace. That’s how they deter terrorists.

Most of the thought criminals, other than Heero, are engineers who were developing weapons in the colony and have arrest records and criminal records.

In particular, Jay has a strong anti-Alliance will, and was building remote controlled space fighters to attack Alliance bases.

There are ten space fighters designed and developed by Jay in total, and they have the same basic performance as the Wyvern.

It was a high-speed mobile unit organized by the red aircraft “Apollon (sun god)” specializing in attack and the nine blue aircraft “Heliopolis Ennead (Nine Pillars of the Sun Temple” specializing in defense.

Jay’s failure is that he was arrested after the remote-control transmission point was detected, the military police stepped in, and the device was confiscated.

As a result, Apollon and Heliopolis were ironically used as the main fighters of the Alliance Space Forces.

Even now, it was clear that it would be useless to claim innocence.

Heero and the others were handcuffed and taken to the execution grounds. Jay and Heero, who had been in their respective prisons, were reunited at this time.

“Well, you and I were born separately, but will we die together…? I don’t remember having a shared fate.” Jay was grinning even though he was about to close the curtain on his life.

“…. I agree.”

“If you see Thomas in heaven, please send him my regards.”

“Why don’t you tell him yourself?”

“I’m sure I’m going to hell.”

The former friends are still the same.

“However, the afterlife doesn’t exist ohohoho….!”

The guard poked at Jay, “Shut up and walk!”

“Alright!” Jay cursed curtly, “I was just trying to calm down the young people who are nervous about dying with a light joke.”

The space cruiser ‘Sherwood’ was approaching the orbit of the moon. Wyvern, equipped with space thrusters, was waiting in the hangar.

Katrina put on an astro suit and donned a mask, once again becoming ‘Sith Merquise’.

“Thank you”, Sith, who got into the cockpit, stroked the forehead of ‘AI Sam’ on the monitor.

“Meow,” Sam cried happily.

At the same time, Wyvern activated various parts. The main wing was stored in a closed state.

Solciere, who assumed the role of air traffic controller, sent a message.

“Wyvern, catapult installed…. start standby, OK?”

Sith stuck out their thumb in silence. “Sith Merquise, if you want to go back to being a girl, it’s better to get your love back too.”

The signal ahead of the runway changed from red to green.

“Roger- Solciere…. Sith Merquise and Wyvern ready to go!”

A magnetically driven catapult is ejected at breakneck speed, and Wyvern takes off from Sherwood’s deck. In the darkness of the void, the white and silver aircraft slowly spread its wings.

The improved thrusters drive smoothly. This propulsion drive control was later used in the thruster unit that improved the mobility performance of the Tallgeese. Both were developed by Mike Howard.

“Wait for me, Heero!”

It flew at full power with its wings now fully open. The trajectory of the flash stretched far to the surface of the moon--.

The forced labor plant on the south side of the Alliance lunar base is adjacent to the resource mine. Executions then take place in a firing range under the guard of a mining mass driver rail.

It was a place covered with a hemispherical dome, where you could see the Earth overhead.

Shooting is a premodern method of execution, but it was thought to be less cruel than decapitation or hanging.

When the scheduled execution time came, the twelve prisoners including Heero were lined up in a row. A PR automated camera was filming them.

It was expected that they would be frightened, but most of them seemed to accept their fate with dignity.

Executions are also carried out by self-aiming shooting devices. This is to eliminate the psychological burden on the part of the soldiers who execute them.

Heero was blindfolded. It was a relief to him that the last sight he saw was the Earth. The Earth seen from the moon is four times the size of the moon seen from the ground.

The beautiful blue Earth reminded him of Katrina and Sabrina’s eyes.

After a while, he heard the sound of the door closing. Perhaps it was the guards leaving the execution grounds. He knew it was finally over.

However, no gunshots were heard.

He was worried that something had happened, or that nothing had happened. Dozens of seconds, then several minutes passed.

He felt the illusion of the wind blowing. It felt like he heard the sound of air moving in the distance, like a silent pressure deep inside his eardrum.

“Oh, how long are you going to keep me waiting! Kill me now!” Jay could be heard yelling next to him. “Wha, who are you guys?”

This time the voice changed to surprise.

The blindfold was suddenly removed. When Heero looked around, it was pitch black and no sound could be heard. However, the Earth shining blue above his head could be seen.

The handcuffs that restrained Heero and the other prisoners were removed, and the ropes that bound them were also cut.

Surprisingly, it was a small astro-suit figure conducting the rescue operation. Judging from her delicate figure, she looked to be a young girl.

“You are?”

Heero listened out, but his ears were ringing so much that he couldn’t hear himself. He felt short of breath.

The girl gestured for another astro suit. Perhaps she was trying to say, “Hurry up!”, even pretending to run.

Heero put on the suit and put on the helmet as instructed.

At that time, they were finally able to have a conversation over the communication line. The ringing in his ears had also stopped.

“We must escape immediately. There is not much air left in the dome.”

He knew that voice.

He couldn’t see her face clearly, but he could not be mistaken.

“Are you Katrina?”

“No, I am Sith Merquise.” Sith replied in a cheerful voice.

Gradually Heero’s eyes became accustomed to the darkness, and he confirmed that Jay and his friends in astro suits were leaving the dome.

If you look closely, you can see that the exit is where part of the dome has been destroyed, and a simple adhesive exit is attached. It seems to have been modified from what is used to repair the outer wall of spaceships.

It’s supposed to be sealed as soon as one person passes through, but even so, the air leaked out with tremendous force.

“Hurry up, both of you! Power will be restored soon with the backup power supply!” A large man was instructing them.

It was only later that he learned that it was Sergeant Sedic of Sherwood Forest.

A few hours earlier, the Sith-driven Wyvern circled the skies above the Alliance base in a mocking manner. The Alliance immediately launched their interceptors, Apollon and Heliopolis.

The Wyvern withdrew with the fastest thrusters and the Alliance base concentrated its search on the Wyvern.

During that time, the Olympic Pumpkin Tank Corps approached the Alliance base, and the Outlaw soldiers had infiltrated inside.

Sedic and his friends hacked into the main computer from the connect terminal and turned off the main power supply of related places. As a result, Apollon and Heliopolis can no longer be remotely controlled, and can only fly around the moon from fighter planes.

At the same time, the power supply to the execution grounds and the filming equipment was also cut. Taking advantage of the darkness, Sedic boarded and came to rescue everyone.

It was all going well as Sith and the Wyvern landed nearby at just the right time and joined the rescue operation. However, it took a long time to rescue Heero, and even though the oxygen was getting thinner, they still couldn’t leave the execution ground.

Heero and Sith barely managed to reach the pumpkin tank waiting in the crater outside the base.

When Heero got on safely, the girl’s voice echoed inside the helmet.

“Heero Yuy… Please value your own life more.”

When he turned around, Sith was already gone. She seemed to have returned to her fighter plane.

Heero muttered to himself, thinking communications were still connected even though she was out of sight.

“You too, Sith Merquise.”

There was no reply.

A voice called out to them from behind.

“Oho, you both have bad luck.” Jay was also in the tank.

“Ah….”

“It’s been a long time since I last saw you and the Darlian lady… It’s been two years since I met you.”

“She denied that it was her.”

“That’s not true! She’s riding the Wyvern I built as proof of that.

The Wyvern was relentlessly pursued in lunar orbit. A space battle with Apollon and Heliopolis, who had been revived after the power circuit had been restored, has begun.

The Wyvern was clearly faster, but the nine Heliopolis envelopes in organized formation battle with an unpredictable barrier. The Wyvern's machine guns, and homing missiles set by Solciere are repelled, and the escape route was getting narrower.

Originally, Sith would like to accelerate and shake them off at once, but they were able to anticipate her actions. Just before it accelerates, several Heliopolises block its path. In addition, Apollon’s beam cannon is intense, and without the prediction system of “AI Sam” and the ECM device that derails the aim, Wyvern would have definitely been shot down.

A second attack from Apollon scorched the right wing, and the third destroyed the propulsion system. If they are pursued to the far side of the moon, the mother ship, the cruiser Sherwood, will be in danger.

“Sam, turn around!” cried Sith. “I’ll let you use a forbidden move.”

An energy cannon stored in the double-headed part of the wyvern appeared. This was also developed by Solciere.

A device that synchronizes the output of the main engine with the reactor on the nose and shoots a large amount of energy.

Naturally, Wyvern would lose mobility to shoot it, and even after shooting, the original speed is halved. Without it, they won’t be able to escape.

They were prepared to fight with a counterattack. The energy cannon firing countdown has begun.

Perhaps sensing that, Apollon also prepares to fire a beam cannon.

Sith closed her eyes involuntarily.

“I’m sorry, Sam… maybe not this time.”

“Please value your life more. It was you who told me that” She felt as though she heard Heero’s voice in her mind.

But she can’t do anything now. Not this time -

“Wait please!” The caller was Jay Null. “This time it’s my loss… Tell Sam the release frequency of Apollon and Heliopolis – XXXG WDHSRS.”

“Meow,” Sam replied cutely.

“The unlock code is [Z.E.R.O]”

“Meow, meow.”

As soon as Sam entered the code, Apollon and Heliopolis exited combat mode.

“With this, those ten machines will be freed from the Alliance forces and will move as Sam’s hands and feet.”

Jay’s silence so far may have been because he wanted to test their power.

“Thank you, Jay… After all, I do like you.” Sith was thankful.

“Hmm? This should be the first time we met, Sith Merquise.” Jay said with a grin.

Sith cleared her throat once and restated in a pompous tone.

“Thank you for your cooperation, Dr. Jay Null…”

Jay hung up and spoke to the pumpkin tank driver.

“By the way, you guys seem to be doing some pretty interesting things.”

The driver, Tic Pagan, remained silent and did not even look back.

“What do you think, how about you join me too? I’m sure it will be useful.” Jay laughed as he clicked his prosthetic left arm.

“…..”

Heero couldn’t help but be shocked at seeing Jay like that.

The space cruiser Sherwood is waiting on the other side of the moon where the pumpkin tank is heading-.

AC–147 December 24

The religious concept of Christmas as the celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ has faded in the AC era. However, the Sanc Kingdom was celebrating the ancient Norse custom of Yule (winter solstice).

Giant goats called Yule Goats made of straw are displayed here and there in the castle town.

Baby Katrina was dressed in white baby clothes with a red belt. In the Nordic countries it was customary for the youngest daughter of the family to wear such clothes.

Sam the cat was wearing a Yule Goat horn ornament, but it seemed to be too much of a hindrance, so he quickly removed it himself.

Eric and Sabrina shared a traditional yule board with yellow saffron rolls. They were having a quiet night while eating. It was a long holiday for the both of them.

Late at night, they watched monochrome movies.

There was George Seaton’s “Miracle on 34th Street” and Frank Capra’s “It’s a Wonderful Life!”

They both loved old Hollywood movies. That was one of the few things they had in common.

After watching the movie Sabrina leaned against Eric’s shoulder and spoke, she didn’t use honorifics like she used to, “Eric… In front of me and Katrina..”

-If you wish, luck will come to you-

“..Please don’t call me ‘Your Majesty’…”

No shadow is applied to her closed eyelids.

-I don’t need makeup anymore in front of this person-

“Oh…” Eric replied, then he continued in a gentle tone, “Got it, Sabrina.”

“I’m glad….” Sabrina whispered softly as she left herself in deep peace. “I love you, Eric.”

When she finally told him that, she took a deep breath and fell asleep.

She had a blissful sleeping face that he wanted to continue seeing forever.

(End Chapter)

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kleanhabit · 3 years

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obviously light is morally bankrupt cuz hes a cop but L is also morally bankrupt cuz hes a billionaire :(

#death note #light yagami #l lawliet #yes there are better examples of Ls nonexistent morals #but fuck capitalism !!!!!#L please redistribute your wealth #mine

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young-dumb-and-vaccinated · 3 years

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The Cult Girl (Hannibal x Female!Reader) pt. 13

Hello friends we have come to the end of Cult Girl. Thank you all for hyping me up throughout this story and giving me the confidence to actually post my work. Y/n and Hannibal throw a dinner party.

The sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the entire kitchen in that homey mid-morning glow. You were enjoying your coffee and scrolling through an article on your phone.

"Senator Hatch reportedly coughed up his late wife's toe on the floor of the precinct." You read out loud. "Huh. Wonder how that could have happened."

You side-eyed Hannibal, who was contentedly sharpening his knives. Placing a rather large meat cleaver to the side, he met your gaze. "I have my ways."

You finished off your coffee and brought the mug to the sink. "There was no way Theresa was going to survive that night, was there?"

"Clever girl." Hannibal praised.

"You were going to kill her if I didn't, were you?" You felt a smile coming on. "Did everything turn out as expected?"

"Darling, this all went much better than I could have ever hoped for." He smirked. "See, I had the whole evening mapped out. I was hoping you'd be the one to deliver justice and kill her, but I had to prepare for the possibility that you wouldn't."

You folded your arms and leaned against the island. "Is that why I was so sick that day?"

You could have sworn you saw some hesitation in Hannibal's face. Maybe even a touch of regret. "Yes. You needed an alibi. It was as easy as removing a single birth control pill from your packet. You'd see it was missing and think you'd already taken your medicine-"

"So I'd neglect to take my focus meds." You cut in. "Yeah, I knew something was off."

"By the end of the day, you'd be experiencing full withdrawal symptoms." Hannibal nodded. "I don't take any pleasure in upsetting the delicate balance of your brain chemistry, and for that I am sorry. I did what I had to."

"Yeah, don't ever do that again." You ordered, no disarming smile in sight. "I need those meds to function."

"I promise you, darling," Hannibal said, sincerely. "I would never keep you from being anything but your very best. I was just looking after you."

"I suppose now that all this is out in the open, you won't need to pull any shit like that again." You muttered. "But I'm still going to keep my pills at my apartment."

"That reminds me." He said. "Would you like to invite your roommates for dinner tonight? I've prepared a wonderful Spanish-inspired menu that's perfect for entertaining."

"I'd love for you to meet my friends, but, they all keep such weird hours I doubt they'll all be free tonight." You shrugged. "I'll give them a call though."

"Wonderful." He smiled. "You make arrangements while I prepare the kitchen."

You stepped into the office and called up Pilar. She answered within the minute.

"[F/N]!" She near shouted. "Holy fuck, how are you doing?"

"I'm actually doing..." you looked back into the kitchen, watching your beloved Hannibal in his element. "Really well."

"I heard about your cousin." Pilar cut in. "One down, two to go."

You snorted. "No fucking shit."

"Sorry, was that okay for me to say?" She apologized. "I know you said Theresa was a bitch, but it's your trauma and I-"

"No, you're fine." You laughed. "She was a bitch. Hey, do you have any plans tonight?"

"Uh, no. I don't think so." She answered. "Why?"

"Hannibal wants to invite you all for dinner tonight." You said with an audible smile. "Y'know, to celebrate the bitch's death."

"Yo! Steph!" Pilar shouted across the room. "Wake Randy up! We're having dinner at [F/N]'s rich boyfriend's house!"

You could make out Stephanie's voice in the background. "It's about damn time. We've been waiting for her to redistribute the wealth."

"She means thank you for the invitation." Pilar corrected.

"It's not like I had to twist his arm or anything. It was his idea." You chuckled. "He loves having guests. And excuses to dress up."

"Oh so we're getting fancy, huh?" Pilar's voice turned up in excitement.

"Hey [F/N]!" Randy snatched the phone from Pilar. "Text me the menu for tonight. My girlfriend'll steal a nice bottle of wine to pair. She's a pro, she works over at Cavatappi's wine and spirits."

"Much obliged, Randy." You said. "I'll see you guys at seven."

You returned to the kitchen with a smile. "They're coming."

"Well, we don’t have a moment to lose, then." Hannibal placed something wrapped in butcher paper on the counter. "Come now. Let me show you how to properly prepare a heart.

You and Hannibal spent the rest of the morning and the whole afternoon preparing a bountiful meal. You reveled in the irony of finally finding a space for Theresa in your life. That space just so happened to be on the stove.

Seven came far too quickly, but your friends were always a welcome sight. You greeted them at the door with hugs, Hannibal watching with stoic adoration.

"Guys, this is Hannibal Lecter, my partner." You introduced. "Hannibal, this is Pilar, Stephanie and Miranda."

"It is a pleasure to meet you, ladies." Hannibal greeted. “Please, make yourselves comfortable.”

"Here you go, Dr. Lecter." Randy handed him a bottle of wine. "Thank you for inviting us."

Hannibal examined the bottle. "Yes, this will pair quite nicely with our meal. Thank you very much. [F/N], could you show our guests to the dining room?"

You nodded and accepted the bottle, given the extra responsibility of pouring. You led your friends to the dining room and wasted no time distributing the alcohol.

"A toast." Stephanie rose her glass. "Too many of history's worst have had the privilege of dying on their own terms. Today, we celebrate the death of one who didn't: Theresa [L/N]."

"She will join her sisters Nancy Reagan and Madame Nhu in hell tonight." You concurred, tapping your glasses together with a series of satisfying clinks.

"Okay, you need to spill." Randy scooted her chair up and leaned towards you. "How the hell did you get away with it?"

"Well, it helped a lot that her husband was already a felon." You teased. "If I didn't kill her, he was going to eventually."

Pilar made a face. "I can't believe it took actual murder to get that latter-day lump thrown in prison."

"Well, the LDS church is a very influential organization with a stronghold on all of Utah." You explained. "There's a long history of legitimizing sex abuse there."

"We know, cult girl." Stephanie laughed. "You remind us every time your pedophile cousin-in-law comes up. Relax and take your victories where you can get them.”

“Ladies,” Hannibal entered. You rushed to his side to help him with the dinner plates. “Have we ever tried organ meat before?”

Everyone’s eyes found Pilar.

“Braised liver is delicious and you guys are just cowards.” Pilar protested. “I will die on this hill.”

Hannibal smiled and presented your friends with their plates. “You are a woman of good tastes, Pilar. Our first course is Riñones al Jerez.”

“Kidneys.” Randy translated. “Who’s kidneys are we eating today, Dr. Lecter?”

He tilted his head. “Theresa’s, of course.”

“I don’t care whose organs you harvested.” Stephanie said, her eyes rolling back into her head. “This is delicious.”

You and Hannibal shared a glance and a smile.

You and your roommates devoured the Riñones al Jerez, then dug into the next serving of heart stewed with chickpeas and olives. You finished off the evening with natillas de leche and a bottle of Sauternes Hannibal just happened to have lying around.

“This is the first time since like, Keith Raniere got sentenced that I’ve seen [F/N] happy-drunk.” Stephanie observed.

“Or even just... happy." Pilar said, looking at Hannibal. "I'll have some of whatever she's having, please."

"My pleasure." Hannibal poured her another glass of wine.

Your phone began to buzz on the table, capturing the attention of your guests. You didn't even need to look at the caller ID to know who it was. Nobody else in the world had such horrid timing.

"Shit, you've got to answer it here!" Stephanie pleaded. "So we can all give her a piece of our mind!"

You looked over to Hannibal, who you knew was just as curious.

You dragged the answer icon across the screen and put it on speaker. You gestured for your friends to be quiet. "Yeah?"

"Well look who finally decided to pick up." Grandma said. "Thank you for gracing me with your attention. I know you have so much going on right now, you're just too busy to pick up the phone and talk to your grieving grandmother."

"For your information..." you stumbled over your words. "I was interrogated by the police yesterday. I think that counts as having something going on."

"Are you drunk?" Her voice was laced with a disproportionate level of disgust.

"I'm grieving too, Beatrice." You counter. "What, suddenly you're the only one who can drink the pain away? That's not very democratic of you."

"In your state, you shouldn't even be thinking of alcohol!" Grandma scolded. "You of all people should know the effects alcohol has on an unborn baby."

You smacked yourself on the head. Of course Theresa would plant a seed to fuck you over one last time. "Did Theresa actually tell you I was pregnant?"

"It was her last message to me, actually. Anyway, you're coming home." Grandma said, without so much as waiting for a response. "I won't have my great grandchild living in that dangerous city that your cousin was killed in."

You exchanged looks with your friends, who were going through the same combination of emotions as you were. Grandma's words just seemed to fade out as you shared an entire nonverbal conversation with the people around you.

"And you're leaving that terrible, terrible man."

Hannibal raised an eyebrow and looked at you, waiting to see how you'd respond. You knew what you had to do. It was finally time. You did something you should have done a long time ago.

"No." You said, your nerves loosened by the wine.

"What?"

"No. And I mean it." A big smile crossed your lips. "Theresa lied to you. I'm not pregnant. And you have to live with the fact that your granddaughter's last words to you were a blatant lie."

Hannibal looked at you with pride and your friends began to silently gas you up with encouraging gestures. "

"...And that you're the only one to blame for her deception." You continued. "You raised her in your own image."

"This is why I refuse to let you raise my great grandchild with that man!" She wailed. "He's twisted your mind against me! He's made you cruel!"

"Hannibal made me see clearly that you made me cruel." You said with absolute certainty. "You'll never see me again."

"Don't be like your mother, [F/N]." Grandma snarled. "Don't cut people out for trying to help."

"You'll never see me again." You repeated and decided to leave it at that. You ended the call and blocked the number, joined by an eruption of excitement from your friends.

It was finally over. Your life could truly begin.

#hannibal nbc #hannibal x reader #hannibal lecter #hannibal x you #cult girl

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joannalannister · 5 years

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Do you think grrm could have based the targaryens on the aryan race? Their obsession with keeping their Valariyn blood pure, with being exceptional and special (superior = master race anyone ?). Their looks set them apart from the rest of westeros too, they're meant to have white hair (blonde hair) and violet eyes (blue eyes). They seem like a mix of colonizers and arryans the more deeply I think about them, a Targaryen restoration seems like the worst possible idea to me.

Why would you ask me, a Lannister blog? Me, a Lannister blog. Yet here I am hoisting the Targaryen banner; the things this fandom makes me do smh. Nobody’s even gonna read a post this long but I’m not doing this by halves.

So, GRRM has said that the Targaryens have an “obsession with the purity of their blood”. Let’s look at the text to get more details:

The tradition amongst the Targaryens had always been to marry kin to kin. Wedding brother to sister was thought to be ideal. Failing that, a girl might wed an uncle, a cousin, or a nephew; a boy, a cousin, aunt, or niece. This practice went back to Old Valyria, where it was common amongst many of the ancient families, particularly those who bred and rode dragons. “The blood of the dragon must remain pure,” the wisdom went.

The way the Old Valyrians maintained a “pure bloodline” was by marrying “kin to kin”. Marrying one Valyrian-blooded person to another Valyrian-blooded person was not enough in Old Valyria to keep the blood of the dragon “pure.”

What historical precedents could GRRM have been drawing on when he wrote that Targaryens “marry kin to kin”? Fortunately we don’t need to speculate, especially when speculation leads to … this anon. GRRM has told us that he based the Targaryens on the Ptolemaic dynasty, which ruled Egypt from 323BC to 30BC:

The Targaryens have heavily interbred, like the Ptolemys of Egypt. As any horse or dog breeder can tell you, interbreeding accentuates both flaws and virtues, and pushes a lineage toward the extremes. Also, there’s sometimes a fine line between madness and greatness. Daeron I, the boy king who led a war of conquest, and even the saintly Baelor I could also be considered “mad,” if seen in a different light. ((And I must confess, I love grey characters, and those who can be interpreted in many different ways. Both as a reader and a writer, I want complexity and subtlety in my fiction)) [SSM]

The Ptolemaic dynasty included Cleopatra, who married her brothers and whose parents were the products of incestuous unions to keep their Macedonian bloodline pure. Here is an interesting article comparing Daenerys and Cleopatra. Another fun article. (I am throwing this wish out into the void that I would like to see in-depth Dany-Cleopatra comparisons on my dash please.)

It’s interesting to me to read that the doylist reason GRRM chose to include interbreeding among Targaryens to accentuate “both flaws and virtues.” To me, GRRM has written ASOIAF as a story much larger than life, like the Paul Bunyan of fantasy, with impossibly large castles and impossibly vast geography and impossibly long seasons, an oversized place where GRRM’s characters do superhuman feats. GRRM’s characters have glaring flaws, but they also have glorious virtues to which I can only aspire. That’s the point tho. That’s one reason why we read: to see ourselves, only magnified.

Why do Targaryens have a tendency to interbreed and keep their Valyrian blood pure? GRRM says the Targaryens intermarried to avoid conflict. It’s a matter of common sense to avoid fights when giant fire-breathing lizards are involved, as the Dance of the Dragons illustrates.

The Targaryens are the extreme example of that policy [to reinforce the family’s bloodline]: they only marry within the family to keepthe purity of the blood, and that way you avoid the problem of having several candidates for thethrone or the rule of the family.

If you have a generation of five brothers and each of them hasseveral children (sons?), after two or three generations you could find yourself with thirtypotential heirs: there could be thirty people named Lannister or Frey, and that produces conflict,because all of them are going to get involved in hereditary fights for the throne.

That’s what originated the War of the Roses; An excess of candidates for the throne, all of themdescendants of Edward III. Laking an heir (like Henry VIII) is just as bad as having too many ofthem. If you have five sons and you want to avoid that kind of problem, maybe it’s not such abad idea to marry the firstborn girl of the oldest son with the third son (or with the firstborn of thethird son?), and that way you avoid fights and the bloodline remains united

Something to note about this SSM entry is that GRRM was discussing all this blood purity stuff in the context of Tywin. The asker was literally asking why Tywin married Joanna, and GRRM answered that it was a love match and to reinforce the Lannister bloodline. Now, why would GRRM jump to discussions of blood purity when Tywin Lannister comes up?? Why ever could that be??

I know why. If we’re looking for the family that was inspired by fascist ideology, we don’t need to look far.

This issue of blood purity is a way to maintain dynastic power in a feudal system.

Which is bad, in the sense that feudalism is inherently a bad system, especially in comparison to, say, democracy. Even Ned Stark’s benevolent feudalism is bad compared to democracy. Lemme say that again - Even Stark feudalism is bad.

There should be a populist revolution in Westeros and literally every noble should lose their aristocratic status and wealth and power, and all this wealth and power should be redistributed to the common people, and everyone in Westeros should be given equal rights and there should be free and open elections to choose democratic representatives.

But I suspect anon isn’t interested in TWOW detailing their fav aristos losing all their fancy jewels and samite, and I don’t think anon is making signs saying “Down with feudalism! Down with monarchy! Down with the aristocracy! Eat the rich!” Somehow I really don’t think that’s what this anon is campaigning for.

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(Note to self: is there a correlation between real-world economic systems and the types of fantasy produced under those systems? In other words, does capitalism motivate medieval fantasyland? And how do real-world levels of income inequality influence income-inequality in fantasyland? These are questions I am interested in.)

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Anyways.

If we accept feudalism as par for the course in medieval fantasyland, I don’t think it’s necessarily a bad thing that the nobility wants to maintain their dynastic power in a feudal system. It’s what they do with that power that’s important.

As the original asker of this SSM question pointed out, marriages are a way of maintaining power and building alliances in a feudal system, but such marriages also raise up the lesser House and make it more powerful

For example, I believe Lord Roger Reyne wanted to marry one of his sons to Genna Lannister to gain more power in the Westerlands, but was thwarted when Tytos betrothed Genna to Emmon Frey instead. Similarly, the previous Lord Reyne, Lord Robert Reyne, arranged a marriage between his daughter Ellyn Reyne and Gerold’s heir Tywald Lannister. The Reynes wanted more power and influence in the west, perhaps even to go so far as to topple House Lannister and become the dominant House in the West.

The Targaryens face a similar problem, on a much larger scale. Whatever House they marry into, it raises that House up and grants them considerable power, potentially creating a disequilibrium point in the game of thrones and causing more innocents to suffer. (…honestly why do you think Tywin wanted his daughter to be queen?)

This is why the Targaryens (and all the nobles really) need to consider their marriages (or even mistresses) very carefully. If you choose your partner poorly, without concern for dynastic politics, it could throw the land into chaos. (See: Tytos Lannister, Rhaegar Targaryen, Duncan the Small, etc)

So, who are the Targaryens marrying? Because anon seems to be making the assumption that the Targs don’t marry outside their bloodline in any significant numbers, and I intend to challenge that assumption.

The Targaryens certainly do have a tendency to intermarry, as we see in The Sworn Sword:

Egg spoke as if such incest was the most natural thing in the world. For him it is. The Targaryens had been marrying brother to sister for hundreds of years, to keep the blood of the dragon pure. Though the last actual dragon had died before Dunk was born, the dragonkings went on. Maybe the gods don’t mind them marrying their sisters.

“The Targaryens had been marrying brother to sister for hundreds of years, to keep the blood of the dragon pure.” And yet, despite Dunk’s observation, the Targaryens have been marrying outside of House Targaryen for hundreds of years as well, suggesting to me that dynastic politics rather than blood purity is their greatest concern.

I will attempt to compile a list of people who are not of Valyrian descent who married a member of House Targaryen. I have not read Fire and Blood yet, so I hope that someone will let me know if I’ve forgotten anyone and I will edit this post to include them (I do not mind spoilers). Any corrections to this list are appreciated.

Ceryse Hightower

Elinor Costayne

Alys Harroway

Jeyne Westerling

Tyanna of Pentos (Tyanna of the Tower)

Argella Durrandon (who married Targ bastard Orys)

Rodrik Arryn

Rhea Royce

Alicent Hightower

Corwyn Corbray

Garmund Hightower

Rohanne of Tyrosh (who married Daemon Blackfyre)

Michael Manwoody

Ossifer Plumm

Ronnel Penrose

Aelinor Penrose

Betha Blackwood

Dyanna Dayne

Mariah Martell

Maron Martell

Jenna Dondarrion

Kiera of Tyrosh

somebody from House Tarth

Jenny of Oldstones

Lyanna Stark (I believe in R+L=J. I personally do not think R/L got married in the books, but even without a marriage I think this relationship should be included here. When Rhaegar chose someone to have his ice & fire prophecy baby with, he did not choose someone with valyrian blood.)

I think it’s also important to note that there are various Targaryens who wanted relationships outside of House Targaryen, but who couldn’t marry outside their House / couldn’t marry who they wanted, for various reasons. For example, Aerys and Rhaella did not want an incestuous marriage.

And gay marriage is not legal in Westeros but anyways:

Daeron Targaryen, son of Aegon V - in love with Jeremy Norridge

Rhaena Targaryen, daughter of Prince Aenys - idk if she was bisexual or a lesbian or what but Rhaena definitely liked a lotta non-Targ girls, and Westeros is a homophobic, misogynistic place that hates women and hates wlw so it’s not like Rhaena could have married any of these women

I am counting this as (at least) two non-Targ “marriages”. Fight me.

This makes a total of 27 non-Targ relationships.

There are also instances where a Targ has married someone outside of House Targaryen, but that person has some Valyrian blood. As mentioned above, tho, keeping the blood of the dragon “pure” is defined in the books as marrying “kin to kin” but I will keep this as a distinct subcategory for now.

Valaena Velaryon

Alyssa Velaryon

Jocelyn Baratheon (valyrian blood through Orys)

Corlys Velaryon

Larra Rogare

Aemma Arryn

Laenor Velaryon

Laena Velaryon

Alyn Velaryon

Daenaera Velaryon

Ormund Baratheon

Elia Martell

This brings us to a total of 39 non-Targ marriages. These 39 marriages do not fit the in-world definition of keeping the blood of the dragon ~pure~.

So how many Targ*Targ marriages do we know of exactly, so that we can figure out if blood purity was the main concern for House Targaryen?

Gaemon and Daenys

Aegon and Elaena

Aegon and Visenya(+Rhaenys)

Aegon and Rhaenys(+Visenya)

Aegon and Rhaena

Jaehaerys I and Alysanne

Baelon and Alyssa

Rhaenyra and Daemon

Aegon II and Helaena

Aegon III and Jaehaera

Aegon IV and Naerys

Baelor and Daena the Defiant

Aelor and Aelora

Aerion and Daenora

Jaehaerys II and Shiera

Aerys and Rhaella

I’ll list Targ*Targ affairs too to make it fair, since I included potential gay marriages above:

Aegon IV/Daena the Defiant

Brynden/Shiera

Aemon the Dragonknight/Naerys (this is only speculated and I honestly don’t actually think this was consummated but let’s throw it in here)

This is a total of 19 Targ*Targ relationships.

It is possible I’ve forgotten someone and I appreciate corrections.

So I have a total of 58 relationships here in my sample.

25+12+2+16+3 = 58

Let’s break that down:

~pure dragon blood~ relationships = 19/58 = 32.8%

~impure~ relationships = 39/58 = 67.2%

Roughly two-thirds of known Targaryen relationships do not keep the blood of the dragon “pure” by the book definition of blood purity.

If you wish to break the ~impure~ relationships down further:

Targ*Valyrian-blooded relationships = 12/58 = 20.7%

Targ*non-Valyrian-blooded relationships = 27/58 = 46.6%

At the very minimum, at least 46% of Targ relationships were not motivated by blood purity reasons. Note, I think this number is too low, because like Queen Victoria “the grandmother of Europe” and her descendants, the nobility tend to intermarry a lot (because of classism). People like Aemma Arryn have valyrian blood because everyone is intermarrying.

I will say again, roughly two-thirds of known Targaryen relationships do not keep the blood of the dragon “pure” by the book definition.

Targaryens intermingled with the people of Westeros, they didn’t keep their blood “pure”. This is a very different attitude from, say, the 20th century anti-miscegenation laws that made it illegal for people of different races to have sex.

I already pointed out above how GRRM has said these incestuous unions were motivated at least in part by dynastic politics. Could there be any other reasons?

Why did the valyrians before the Doom all practice incest? The “blood of the dragon” is not just about valyrians marrying valyrians, although that’s how anon is trying to spin it. The text specifically says that maintaining “the blood of the dragon” is about marrying “kin to kin.”

We do not yet know why the valyrians practiced incest. Why is it important that “the blood of the dragon must remain pure”? It has not yet been explained. But there are theories. @nobodysuspectsthebutterfly has already addressed this issue, so I will refer you to her posts: 1, 2 and her entire tag for #the blood of the dragon.

Why is it important that “the blood of the dragon must remain pure”?

I don’t know, but we’re definitely not reading books with magic. We’re definitely not reading books with blood magic. We’re definitely not reading books with giant magical fire-breathing lizards. We definitely don’t need easy ways to control those lizards. Definitely not.

I mean, we still don’t know exactly what “the blood of the dragon” means but I think what GRRM wrote with House Targaryen’s incestuous ~blood purity~ is something different from Aryanism.

Which isn’t to say that all this blood purity bullshit GRRM wrote shouldn’t be criticized. Placing importance on the ~purity~ of someone’s blood in any context is … not a good look. GRRM has been kinda playing this trope straight so far, but I am hoping he smashes it in future books; Tyrion is eager to ride a dragon, and A plus J does not equal T.

To quote what @moonlitgleek said:

I hate it when people start talking about percentage of Valyrian blood as if that’s the measure of who rides a dragon. Whip up your calculators, everyone. We need to figure out how much Valyrian blood it takes to ride a dragon, be the subject of prophecy or be a savior. Anyone below a certain percentage can not measure.

This blood purity bullshit is bad, I actually agree with anon on that. But I’m not sure why that means we should condemn the entirety of House Targaryen.

Especially when GRRM loves the Targaryens so much he keeps writing history books about them instead of finishing the series…

Like, from Fire and Blood, Jaehaerys I and Alysanne Targaryen are one of those Targ*Targ marriages that I admit help reinforce Targ blood purity. But this marriage was how Alysanne exercised her own bodily autonomy, by marrying who she wanted, because she and Jaehaerys had their dragons and no one was able to stop them. But anon … anon gonna call that Aryanism …

Anyways. I want to move on to anon’s other claims, but first I think it might be useful to define Aryanism, since anon seems to think it is about marrying brother to sister, which it is not.

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Aryanism grew out of 19th century fascist ideologies. The term Aryan is related to the root -arya which is related to a Sanskrit word meaning “honorable, respectable, noble.” In the mid- to late-1800s, the term “Aryan race” was coopted by racists to justify their repellant “scientific racism” that claimed that “blond” Germanic / Nordic / Northern European people were a “superior race.” Note that “blond” is specifically mentioned by these ~scientists~ espousing their racist ideology. They claimed that “Aryans” were “natural leaders, destined to rule over” the other races. According to Jackson Spielvogel, Hitler described the Slavic peoples as “a mass of born slaves who feel the need of a master.” Himmler said, “whether nations live in prosperity or starve to death interests me only insofar as we need them as slaves for our culture. Otherwise it is of no interest.”

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Anon was correct that racial superiority is a characteristic of Aryanism.

But do the Targaryens consider themselves to be a superior race to the other peoples of Westeros, or other peoples in general?

GRRM says he wanted the Targaryens to be “a race apart”:

Speaking of Valyria… right from the start I wanted the Targaryens, and by extension the Valryians from whom they were descended, to be a race apart, with distinctive features that set them apart from the rest of Westeros, and helped explain their obsession with the purity of their blood. To do this, I made a conventional ‘high fantasy’ choice, and gave them silver-gold hair, purple and violet eyes, fine chiseled aristocratic features. That worked well enough, at least in the books (on the show, less so).

But in recent years, it has occured to me from time to time that it might have made for an interesting twist if instead I had made the dragonlords of Valyria… and therefore the Targaryens… black. Maybe I could have kept the silver hair too, though… no, that comes too close to 'dark elf’ territory, but still… if I’d had dark-skinned dragonlords invade and conquer and dominate a largely white Westeros… though that choice would have brought its own perils. The Targaryens have not all been heroic, after all… some of them have been monsters, madmen, so…

Well, it’s all moot. The idea came to me about twenty years too late.

What does it mean to be “a race apart”? Does “apart” automatically mean superior? To me, “apart” here means different or distinct. But does that mean “superior”?

I’ve already addressed the fact that Targaryens are on average twice as likely to marry someone outside their House than to marry a Targaryen, so I don’t think the incest can be used to say the House as a whole claims superiority.

There are certainly some Targaryens who view themselves as racially superior. Aerys Targaryen comes to mind; he said of his newborn granddaughter that she “smells dornish.” The Blackfyre cause is certainly racist (for example, Team Blackfyre did not like it that their ~precious white princess~ Daenerys Targaryen, was married to Maron Martell). There are many other Targaryens who were racist. But racism isn’t exclusive to members of House Targaryen. Many nobles in Westeros are racist: Joffrey, Cersei, Tywin - but we were talking about House Targaryen.

What of Daeron Targaryen, who married a Dornish princess, who surrounded himself with Dornishmen and women and artists and intellectuals, and he wanted to include all these people at his court? I don’t know where the textual evidence is that King Daeron adopted an attitude of racial superiority.

What of Maegelle Targaryen? Would you truly accuse her of an attitude of superiority? Maegelle was a septa who nursed children with greyscale, until she herself caught greyscale and died.

When Aegon the Conqueror became high king, he adopted some Westerosi customs to assimilate. For example,

Heraldic banners had long been a tradition amongst the lords of Westeros, but such had never been used by the dragonlords of old Valyria. When Aegon’s knights unfurled his great silken battle standard, with a red three-headed dragon breathing fire upon a black field, the lords took it for a sign that he was now truly one of them, a worthy high king for Westeros.

Aegon the Conqueror literally wanted to join with the Westerosi nobles and become one of them. Compare this to Tywin, who disparages nobles from another continent as nothing but "spice soldiers and cheese lords”. So who has the superior attitude?

And what of Daenerys Targaryen? Dany embraces the Dothraki customs of her husband. (Contrast this with how her brother Viserys belittles the Dothraki.) Daenerys befriends orphans, former prostitutes, former slaves, people of many different races. I don’t think Daenerys adopts an attitude of racial superiority. (It’s true that GRRM does fall into some racist tropes when he writes ASOIAF, but I don’t think this means that Daenerys supports Aryanism, or that GRRM was inspired by white supremacy when he first imagined Daenerys. (Like, srsly, wtf??) Daemon Blackfyre I can definitely see being inspired by white supremacist movements in the real world, but Daenerys?)

Anon accuses the Targaryens of being “exceptional and special”. idk I thought controlling dragons was special. Kinda like controlling direwolves is special. Controlling magical creatures is special. But I didn’t think controlling magical creatures made you a fascist or a supporter of Aryanism.

If you want to make the case for a group of white people in ASOIAF posing as ~the master race~, I would actually suggest the valyrians of Old Valyria. The sorcerer-princes of Old Valyria captured and enslaved people and used people to fuel their magical empire. The attitude of Old Valyria actually seems very similar to that Himmler quote I gave you above: “whether nations live in prosperity or starve to death interests me only insofar as we need them as slaves for our culture. Otherwise it is of no interest.” The dragonlords of Old Valyria definitely colonized other places and practiced imperialism.

But the Targaryens were like the hillbillies of Old Valyria. They weren’t very powerful. Shortly before the Doom they relocated to a rock in the middle of nowhere on the edge of the Valyrian empire, and then the Doom and the Century of Blood meant suddenly the Targs were on top by accident (and a really smart woman). It’s like an episode of The Dukes of Hazzard or The Beverly Hillbillies, and this is why Tywin and his ancestors before him were so fucking pissed, because who the fuck even is this hillbilly targ family with their ~dRAgoNs~ and their ~InCeSt~ that’s ~bEtTeR~ than our ~LAnNiCeSt~ and ~~~We were kings in Casterly Rock for thousands of years, so who the fuck are these hicks~~~

Anon mentions the characteristic silver-gold hair and purple eyes of House Targaryen. GRRM explains that he “made a conventional 'high fantasy’ choice, and gave them silver-gold hair, purple and violet eyes, fine chiseled aristocratic features.”

Is there racism in conventional high fantasy? Yeah.

Does ASOIAF have racist writing? Yeah.

Is GRRM playing some of those racist tropes straight instead of subverting them? Yeah.

Could GRRM do better? Yeah. GRRM himself thinks he might have made the Targaryens dark-skinned.

Despite GRRM’s racist writing, I don’t think this means that the Targaryens as GRRM wrote them are all, without exception, terrible people.

I would also like to point out that House Targaryen exhibits a variety of phenotypes. They are not all the same, they’re not all blond and fair and ~Nordic looking~. Here is a partial list of Targaryens without the traditional look. If someone has statistics on the percentage of Targs without Valyrian features, I would appreciate a link, but I’m math’d out right now.

Speaking broadly, House Targaryen has certainly done some terrible things. For example, I think the Targaryen conquest of Dorne was imperialistic. Many people have already addressed imperialism in ASOIAF in detail, so I will refer you to this tag.

Was Aegon’s Conquest of Westeros a good thing, or a bad thing? I don’t know. Truly I don’t know - there is good and bad both in what Aegon the Conqueror did.

GRRM says this about him:

“Aegon finally decided to take over Westeros, and unify the Seven Kingdoms (that existed at the time) under a single rule. There is a lot of speculation that, in some sense, he saw what was coming 300 years later, and wanted to unify the Seven Kingdoms to be better prepared for the threat that he eventually saw coming from the North – the threat that we’re dealing with in A Song of Ice and Fire.”

Individually, some Targaryens were certainly awful. Others were good and kind. Some of them were mediocre. I think we should evaluate these characters individually, instead of condemning an entire family. I think that is what GRRM is trying to get us to do, judge each character individually based on their crimes and/or their heroism.

“a Targaryen restoration seems like the worst possible idea“

Anon thinks the worst possible thing that could happen to Westeros is that Dany becomes queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

That’s “the worst possible idea” of what could happen.

The Others could win the War for the Dawn and enslave/murder every single living creature on Terros. That’s a distinct possibility.

But anon would rather have every single person on Terros die than for Dany to become queen of the Seven Kingdoms?

And people say this fandom isn’t misogynistic.

I really don’t think it would be a bad thing for a person as compassionate as Daenerys Targaryen to become queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

Westeros could certainly do worse than Dany. The Lannisters could stay in power, for example.

Cuz you know which family is repeatedly described as blond and fair and there is a LOT of uniformity in their appearance? Which family didn’t want to marry a Dornish girl? Which family described the Westerlings as “doubtful blood” and wouldn’t marry them? Which family had a common girl gang raped because the heir married her? Cuz it sure wasn’t Aegon V’s family.

Who said Lannisters are “worth more” than other people? Who captured and enslaved people at Harrenhal while burning their lands?

Tywin Lannister did that. GRRM ain’t exactly subtle about pointing out the fascist. It’s Tywin and Randyll and people like them who are the fascist who support Aryanism.

Daenerys is repeatedly in direct opposition to Tywin’s philosophies. Daenerys is one of the heroes. She’s a complex, well-written hero. She flirts with darkness but ultimately rejects it. She’s a grey, complicated hero.

This fandom doesn’t deserve Dany, but she’s gonna save the world anyway.

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