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maidragoste · 6 months

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The Decision

Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader, minor Harwin Strong x Velaryon!Reader, Rhaenyra Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader

Again another AU with the reader of The Sea Dragon, The Clubfoot and The Green Queen (you don't need to read it to understand this one shot because this story starts LONG BEFORE the canon of that universe).

Summary: When King Viserys announces that he plans to marry you, you make a decision to avoid becoming the king's wife.

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TW: This is NSFW (if you don't like it you can read only the Rhaenyra and Harwin parts)

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Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes. Also this is my first smut so sorry if it's weird to read.

You felt your heart hammering as you waited for the king to make his announcement. Your stomach wouldn't stop spinning and you have no idea how you still hadn't vomited up what you had for breakfast.

With every passing second you have to keep yourself from running out of the council chambers. You couldn't stop looking at your father, a part of you wanted to take his hand and ask him to get you out of here but you didn't trust him anymore. You were in this situation because of him. You always knew that your father is a proud and ambitious man but you never thought that his ambition would be greater than his love for you. If your father really loved you he wouldn't have sent you to the king's chambers. He wouldn't have made you start wearing dresses that showed more skin for your visits with him. Gods, you wanted to hit your father so badly, you wanted to wipe the smile off his face because both he and you knew what Viserys was going to announce. Everyone knew it, you noticed that Otto Hightower was trying to hide his annoyance from everyone, the only one who seemed unaware of the tension in the room was Rhaenyra.

“I have decided to take a new wife,” the king began and you noticed how he and Rhaenyra exchanged a look. You were surprised to see your cousin nod as if she was permitting him to move on. Did Rhaenyra know? Did she approve of this? “I intend to get married,” he continued, this time looking at you and your father. You forced a smile as you dug your nails into your palms, feeling helpless for being in this situation “with Lady Y/N Velaryon before spring.”

Your eyes met Rhaenyra's purple ones. There was none of the love or fun you usually saw. Now she was looking at you with a mixture of pain and fury. The pain in your stomach got worse. Nyra had never looked at you like that. This shouldn't be happening.

It was obvious that she didn't know that her father was planning to marry you. You wanted to scream, you wanted to hug her and tell her that this wasn't what you wanted, that you weren't trying to steal her mother's place, that you would never do anything to hurt her.

"Rhaenyra" the king called her but the princess left the chambers anyway. You couldn't take this anymore so you went after her, ignoring your father's calls.

You followed the princess. You could feel the fabric of your dress sticking together due to perspiration, you didn't know if it was because of your nerves or because you were practically almost running after Rhaenyra. It was uncomfortable but right now you didn't care. You needed to clear things up with her. You couldn't stand that she hated you.

"Nyra" you called when she finally stopped. You two were in the gardens, in front of the heart tree. Where more than once you had Rhaenyra lay with her head in your lap while you sang her any song she wanted. Where you two used to stay out in the sun complaining about the septa's lessons while you combed her hair. This tree has so many good memories and now you fear there will be no more.

"How could you?!" she yelled at you furiously. She couldn't believe how you had been by her side, comforting her, accompanying her in her grief, remembering the stories the both shared with her mother so that later you went behind her back to conquer her father. When her father told her that he needed to take another wife she thought it would be Laena Velaryon. Not from you. Never from you. You were supposed to be hers.

"Please, Nyra, don't hate me" you begged and grabbed her hands desperately, pulling her closer to you "I swear I didn't want this but my father" you shook your head and forced yourself to continue talking trying to ignore the knot in your throat "I'll find a way to fix this, I promise" you kissed her hands.

The princess studied you for a few minutes. She needed to check that you weren't faking this just to avoid her anger. Your eyes seemed to be glazed over from the tears you were holding back and your hands clung to her desperately.

“I believe you,” she finally said and you sighed in relief.

"Thank you", you said with a shaking voice

This time it was Rhaenyra who kissed your hands and rested her forehead against yours. You closed your eyes feeling at peace for a moment knowing that she didn't hate you.

"I won't marry your father, Nyra. I promise."

If it weren't for the fact that she was now the heir to the throne, Rhaenyra would have told you that you would run away with her, that the two of you would go together on your dragons and travel the world together, and that you didn't need a husband, that if you wanted her, she would take you as a wife. But now she had obligations, she couldn't abandon everything for you even if her heart screamed for her to do so.

After clearing things up with Rhaenyra you went to your chambers. Of course, your father was waiting for you, he scolded you for your abrupt departure but he left you alone once you told him that you had managed to calm the princess's annoyance. Being alone you decided to put your plan into action, first you took a bath with the purpose of relaxing and getting rid of any trace of nerves you had before, then you put on one of your simplest dresses and placed a hooded cape on top to hide your hair. You were leaving the castle and you didn't need anyone to follow you.

You successfully slipped away and headed out into the streets in search of Harwin. You knew that today he had to stand guard on the streets of Flea Bottom. A girl in your position shouldn't be here but you didn't care. You needed to talk to him as soon as possible.

“Harwin” you called him when you finally found him.

“Lady Velaryon, you should not be here,” said the guard, gently hugging you by the shoulders and taking you to a corner further away from the people.

It felt bad to hear him call you in such a formal way when for weeks he had been calling you by your name or “sunshine”, the nickname he had given you. You remember like it was yesterday when you kissed him for the first time after he explained to you that the reason he called you that was because you brightened his days every time he saw you.

This sudden formality was like a slap in the face and he confirmed what you already feared.

“You know,” you declared sadly.

“My father told me,” he admitted, releasing you. You weren't surprised since Lyonel is on the council and had been present at this morning's meeting. You suspected that Harwin's father thought it would be best for him to find out from him rather than from someone else since you were sure that Lord Strong and your parents knew about the meetings between you and Harwin. You thought it was no secret that he was courting you, but apparently, not everyone knew because otherwise, Viserys would not have chosen you as his wife. Or maybe he knew but didn't care.

“This doesn't have to change what's between us,” you said as you stood on tiptoe to have his face closer to yours. “I don't want to marry the king. I want you” you whispered against his lips but without touching them. Harwin had to control himself from closing the small distance between you and kissing you. “Make me your wife,” you asked before capturing his lips with yours.

You froze when Harwin walked away from you.

“I can't,” he whispered and closed his eyes to avoid seeing the disappointment on your face.

“I thought you loved me” In your voice there was more anger than sadness but your body language was different, you found yourself hugging yourself trying to comfort yourself. You were disappointed.

“I do,” he stated firmly, opening his eyes so you could see that he spoke sincerely. “I love you. If it were any other man he would fight for you but…”

His silence told you everything. He loved you but it's not enough to face the king.

“You're a coward,” you spat and left the way you came.

You didn't really think Harwin was a coward but you were hurt by his rejection. You felt stupid to believe that whatever Harwin felt for you would be bigger than any coherent thought but you can't blame him after all any intelligent person would be afraid to go against the king's wishes and steal his fiancée…

But all was not lost, you knew someone well who was not afraid of Viserys and could help you. It was a desperate move and your parents would think you were an idiot for this but you refuse to be the king's wife. You had seen how as the years went by and with each pregnancy, Queen Aemma deteriorated. You didn't want the same thing.

You wrote to Daemon. You told him that the king wanted to marry you but that you were seeking to avoid this marriage and that you needed his help. You waited anxiously for his response while you had to feign excitement every time someone talked about your wedding preparations. Luckily it didn't take that long for a crow to arrive with the rogue prince's answer. There were no reassuring words in his letter, the only thing the scroll said was "Come to Dragonstone."

And that's what you did. Nobody suspected when the next day you went on the back of your dragon since everyone knew that there was not a day in which you did not disappear for a couple of hours to go flying with Nightwing.

"My prince, Lady Y/N Velaryon!" The guard announced your arrival before letting you enter the chambers where the prince was staying.

Daemon, who had seen you approach with Nightwing from the window, had his back turned but turned to look at you. He hasn't seen you in months. Your hair was longer and you seemed to have changed the way you dressed. The blue dress you were wearing seemed to have more cleavage, it wasn't anything scandalous enough for the court to talk about but it did draw attention.

"It's good to see you, Y/n" Daemon stated making you smile. You were sure that this was the first sincere smile you had given in days.

You waited for the guard to leave. Once you heard the sound of the door closing, you began to walk towards the prince without haste, trying to show as much confidence as possible. Normally you wouldn't be nervous around Daemon but you hadn't seen him in months and he was the only person who could help you. You didn't want to ruin this.

*I'm wondering the same. These months without you were boring "You weren't lying or trying to sugarcoat it to achieve your goal, it was simply the truth. Every time he leaves court you wish for his return.

"You still didn't come after me" Daemon held back his smile when he saw the surprise in your eyes.

He liked seeing that look in your eyes. Every time he brings you something new from his travels, every time he teaches you a new move in the training yard, every time he asks you for his favor in tournaments. How he had missed seeing her. He wouldn't tell you but he had missed you these past few months. So imagine his fury when after so long the first news he receives from you is that his brother plans to marry you. You are too much of a woman for Viserys. Her brother wouldn't know what to do with you. You would spend the rest of your life bored. Daemon couldn't allow it.

"I didn't know you wanted that," you said, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"I invited you to go with me on my next trip, didn't I?"

Before Queen Aemma's death, when you helped Daemon put on his armor for the tournament you complained about the lengthening of his travels. The prince's response was to invite you to go with him next time. You were so excited to accompany him on his trips that you didn't wait for the tournament to end to ask your parents for permission. But then Aemma died and you didn't dare leave Rhaenyra.

You laughed. “That wasn't a trip, Daemon. Viserys exiled you.”

"And now he will exile you" he mocked, making you irritated but you quickly forgot about your irritation when Daemon placed his hands on your waist and pulled you closer to him, leaving your bodies pressed together. You should be uncomfortable with this but you're not. "You understand? Right? You know what you were asking for when you asked me for help?" He asked, studying your reaction. He needed to see that you really understood what you were about to do. This was your time to repent. But he didn't find uncertainty in your eyes if not desire, you looked at him with pure desire.

"I know," you responded, trying to ignore the flutter of emotion you felt at the intensity of the prince's gaze. You should be against doing this after all your reputation would be ruined but deep down you always wanted to have even a little bit of Daemon.

In reality, there was always a tension between the two of you. More than once you two ended your fights in the yard more irritated than you were before you started because after so much friction, touching, and sweat you both wanted to do something else that you couldn't. You didn't want to be the other woman and Daemon for once wanted to make things right with you. He hoped that one day Viserys would annul his marriage to Rhea Royce to take you as his wife. That day never came but that didn't matter anymore.

"You will take me as your second wife" While you spoke your eyes couldn't help but stop a couple of times on his lips.

Daemon tilted his head a little and gently brushed aside a strand of hair to whisper in your ear "I'll do it. If you want that" you shivered as you suddenly felt his breath on your neck. It doesn't take long for you to feel his warm lips against your skin. You unconsciously stretched your neck, leaving him free to continue spreading more kisses. With each kiss, you felt your body warmer. You can't help but wonder how his lips will feel just as good on another part of your body. “People will talk about us,” he warned, snapping you out of your fantasy.

You knew what Daemon was referring to, not only would it be a scandal if the king's fiancée married another but also if that other is Daemon Targaryen, the king's brother, and an already married man. People who don't understand his family's customs won't think your marriage is legitimate, and if you were to have children with him people would probably think of them as bastards. Also, the court could compare your marriage to one of Maegor Targaryen's many marriages. The kingdom would talk a lot about you two, even your family's name and respect could be damaged by this. Your father might never want to speak to you again in your life and your mother would be disappointed in you. You had thought about all this at night before receiving the prince's response. And yet you were determined to go ahead with this.

“Are you worried that the court will call you Second Maegor? Because I'm sorry to inform you but they already call you that” you said, managing to make Daemon laugh a little. You smiled when you heard him but your smile was soon replaced by a gasp as you felt his teeth biting into your neck.

“A wife shouldn't make fun of her husband,” he said making you roll your eyes, knowing that he wasn't serious and just wanted to mess with you. “If you marry me, this will not be just a marriage in name.”

You weren't an idiot. It wasn't enough for you to just marry Daemon. Viserys might still want to annul the marriage if he saw that you were a virgin but if it was known that Daemon had already had you then the council would tell the king that he should take another wife.

You walked away from him. “Are you afraid of taking me as your wife? You keep walking around instead of ordering them to start preparing everything for the ceremony. “The prince could see the challenge in his eyes and he loved it.” I'm not a little girl, Daemon. "I know what I'm getting into by marrying you."

And those words were enough for Daemon to finally join his lips with yours. There was nothing soft about his kiss, not like Harwin's. This kiss was hungry, you felt like he was devouring your mouth but you weren't far behind either, taking him by the neck, pulling him closer to you. It seemed as if neither of you two could get enough of the other. Finally giving free rein to the desire the both felt for a long time. You felt his hands trying to untie the back of your dress so you walked away from him with heavy breathing.

“Ah, ah, ah,” you hummed, now placing your hands on his chest, hoping to keep a little more distance. “You can't have me until we're married,” you declared, looking at him mischievously.

“You're so fucking annoying” Daemon complained and tried to kiss you again but you pulled your face away with a teasing smile. "Good. But then you won't leave the room until I'm done with you,” he warned you and he gave you a little squeeze on your waist before leaving, determined to prepare everything in the shortest possible time.

Daemon thinks he'll never get tired of this. See how you move on his cock, how focused you look with every jump you take in search of your pleasure, how you open your mouth and let those sinful sounds escape when you finally find your sweet spot, and above all the feeling of your cunt squeezing his cock.

Hearing Daemon's groan overwhelms you. It overwhelms you because, for the first time, you realize that you have power over him. It's too much to hear him say your name like you're a god while you're riding him. See how hungry he is for you, how he can't seem to get enough of you, how he can't go a minute without his mouth on you, without biting or sucking on your neck, without having his hands touching you. By now your body was covered in hickeys, marks, and bruises leaving the trace of your crime on display. You're sure that tomorrow when the maids came to help you dress they would be horrified to see the mark of Daemon's palms on your thighs after he held you for what seemed like hours while he devoured your cunt over and over again.

Your husband noticed that you were starting to get tired but you still didn't want to stop, not when you were already so close to cumming again but you were too proud to ask him for help.

“Let me take care of it,” he said, stopping to suck on one of your nipples.

He knows how stubborn you are so he didn't even give you a chance to refuse when he lifted you off his cock. You groan against his neck as he pushes you down onto his cock again. He begins to move you up and down as if you weighed nothing.

"Faster" you demanded with heavy breathing, feeling dissatisfied with the pace of his movements.

Daemon doesn't hesitate to follow your orders and makes you bounce faster. His grunts and moans do nothing but send heat to your core. You feel your legs tremble at the speed and depth of his thrusts. You want to have your share and leave your marks on your husband too but you can't focus as much time on biting or sucking on his neck when he's fucking you so good. You sob when you finally feel the knot in your stomach release and you cum on his cock.

Suddenly one of his hands leaves your waist and pulls your hair, stealing a gasp from you, making you stop hiding your face in his neck and thus trap your mouth again in a messy kiss.

"You take me so well," Daemon gasped against your lips, feeling your warm cunt not stop squeezing his cock.

The sound of skin slapping only increases the temperature of the room. Like the groans and gasps. Neither Daemon nor you were trying to be quiet, it was more like you were both competing to see who could make the other louder. You should be embarrassed and try to be quieter, that's what a good lady would do but you couldn't care less what people thought, not when you felt so good. And while you felt how Daemon filled your cunt with his seed a petty part of you couldn't help but think that you were hoping that this would reach Viserys' ears, that one of the servants would write to the king to inform him of the spectacle you and Daemon were putting on so that Viserys wouldn't want to have anything more to do with you.

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madwomansapologist · 11 months

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Daenerys + Mastermind

Taylor Swift Writing Challenge: Mastermind

synopsis: Daenerys had to confess something to you, a sin that she carried alone for to long, but little did she know it wouldn't surprise you.

warnings: none.

Your city was liberated by her. The chain breaker. The conqueror. The mother of dragons. She saved your people, and after it she stayed to rule them. Daenerys brought justice to masters and workers: for some it means justice, to some it means care. They called her Mhysa.

Your master died during the revolt. She agonized, suffered until her last failed breath, and bled into the expensive sheets. You watched it. You didn't kill her, the other slaves did, but you watched every second. You were loyal to Daenerys even before knowing her.

Daenerys didn't kick the workers out of her new castle. She employed them, with fair contracts. And as the old palace master's seamstress, Daenerys gave you new and fair contract. She wanted you to sew her clothes. And so you did.

At first, your only interactions were when you needed to take new measurements and test the size of the pieces. As she was trying a blue summer dress, her serious expression made you swallow. "How did you learn to sew?"

With a pin, you marked the places you should press. The first time you marked her clothes with Daenerys using it, you were shaking the whole time. So scared of hurting her. 'My mother taugh me, as her mother taugh her." You don't shake anymore.

Daenerys spoke again as you knelt down to measure the hem. You saw her curling her toes. "Would you teach me?"

You bit your lip. "It would be a honor."

From the very first moment Daenerys saw you, something burned inside her. A new flame took over her entire body. She's a dragon, and you lit a fire inside her.

She can remember. You paralised, watching your old master dying, enable to do anything but stare. There was some sense of relief on your face, but she saw your hands shaking. You remind her of herself.

Daenerys would lever let chance determinate her path. You see, all the wisest woman had to do it this way. Society says women were born as pawn in every lover's game, but now Daenerys knows the truth: women were born to plan.

So, yes, everything was a choice. To keep your job, to change your quarters, to make weekly tests, to have you teaching her sew. None of it was accidental. Every unassuming touch, every supper with the employees, every second you spent talking to her about dressmaking, working to your last master, your life before her.

Daenerys heard songs about love. They didn't do justice to you.

When you played her, it was Daenerys idea. When you kissed her, it was Daenerys idea. When you went to bed with her, it was Daenerys idea. When you loved her, it was Daenerys idea. When you cried, it was Daenerys idea. When you stayed by her side, it was Daenerys idea.

Daenerys is the wind in every free-flowing sails. And she's the liquor in your cocktail.

But deep down she knew this lie-truth wasn't going to last. That she couldn't plan without feeling guilty. What wouldn't you think when you found out about everything she's done? What would you think of her?

That wasn't the first time she planned everything around her, but it was the first time she felt the need to confess. It felt like a sin. Like something you wouldn't forgive.

"Love is always a story about how once upon a time, the planets and the fates and all the stars alligned" Daenerys laid the groundwork. "Two people end up in the same room at the same time."

You left the glass on the bedside table and crawled closer to her. Your silence was a plea for her to continue.

"But what if I told you none of it was accidental?" Daenerys held your hand. She needed your touch to continue. "And the first night that you saw... nothing was gonna stop me."

And Daenerys would keep talking. She really would. She had a whole speech. But Daenerys saw a wide smirk on your face. You knew the entire time.

"A love based on chance. Mathematical chaos", you didn't try to hide your smile. "It' seen like a boring story."

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rosiethedragongeek · 11 months

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Okay, so I said that I'd do that list of hcs about the gang dying, so here we are (also I am not responsible for any fics this spawns) (also these are all pretty limited bc there are So many ways that this could go down and I can only do so much lol) also this is an au where they beat Grimmel and keep the dragons bc I say it is

(i'm sorry <3)

HICCUP

Hiccup dies trying to make peace with another tribe

The conversation between the two leaders is private, and on the other chief's terms

Which we know he is willing to go for

They were able to restrain Toothless and kill Hiccup

Toothless dies fighting against the hordes of soldiers that this guy had waiting (because without Hiccup he can't fly away, and they weren't about to risk him getting back to Berk)

The other chief declares war with Hiccup's head on a spear and he gets it

Hiccup and Toothless have a shared funeral, sent to rest together, just like Hiccup would have wanted

They all put on a brave face at the funeral, and each of them said a few words

Astrid about what a strong leader he was, how he was selfless in his pursuit of peace

Snotlout spoke 'reluctantly' about what a great warrior and chief he was

The twins went on about the glorious battles that they wouldn't have been in without Hiccup

How he was actually a little unhinged like how they all road into battle with the red death for their first time on a dragon that hated them etc etc

Fishlegs talked about how gentle and kind he was, how they wouldn't be here in this unprecedented time of peace with dragons and most of the people around them without Hicucp's big heart

They all cried together after the funeral and fell asleep on Hiccup's floor

They never talked about that again

Astrid is inconsolable, she's not going to rest until she has that chief's head on her own spear

She lashes out at people a lot

She gets a tattoo of the strike class symbol on her shoulder to honor Hiccup

Their dragons all take the loss really hard

They won't leave Toothless' favorite spots for days after this

Just in case he comes back

Even though they know he won't

They're clearly grieving for a long time after that

Barf and Belch aren't as playful, Meatlug's appetite is almost gone, Hookfang more or less leaves Snotlout alone and doesn't flame up for a few months, Stormfly is unresponsive

They still do what they can for their riders though

Their battle strategies grow increasingly violent and desperate

Fishlegs spends hours pouring over Hiccup's notes in the Book of Dragons, on his desk, about the Dragon Eye, anything he can find

It feels like spending time with Hiccup if only for a minute

He also plants a tree over Hiccup's grave

Something that will last for years and years in memory of Hiccup

The twins decided to erect just a massive statue of Hiccup in the middle of Berk (mostly because they knew he would hate it)

They actually went out of their way to do stuff that they knew Hiccup would hate, leaving his things in the wrong places, rotten fish in his hut or smth in hopes that he would come back and haunt them

They cope w humor and Astrid hates it

But Fishlegs reminds her that they all deal with things in different ways

And she gives them a little more grace

Snotlout doesn't really talk about Hiccup much after he dies except to make ill-timed comments about how Hiccup would be rolling in his grave, or if Hiccup hadn't up and died he could've helped here but no

(But at night sometimes he sits at his grave and talks to him like he can hear him because maybe he can)

He and Astrid get in a massive fight over this (the jokes and comments) before they both start crying and Snotlout apologizes

he just misses him so

much

Fishlegs and the twins come in towards the end of this and they all reminisce about Hiccup

They all help Astrid with her their revenge mission

Fishlegs argues that if they can still achieve peace, it's worth it

Astrid and Snotlout are outraged at this, how could Fishlegs even consider attempting peace after what he did to their Hiccup

The twins are surprisingly quick to point out that, Hicucp would have wanted them to achieve peace before he took something else from Berk

Nothing is worth another one of their lives

But they also want to see revenge as much as everybody else, and really, what are the odds peace talks go their way??

They're all for blowing evil assholes up

Astrid is angry with all of them, mostly because they're right that Hiccup would want peace, and because she knows that peace isn't possible

But it makes her rethink what Hiccup would want them to do

He wouldn't want them to kill themselves looking for vengeance

They have a quiet moment altogether before they decide to slow down and think about what they're doing

When they come at the chief again, they are organized and cutthroat

He never stood a chance

Astrid takes up her position as chieftess and she leads in a way that she hopes would make Hiccup proud

But she has her friends by her side and they all keep each other right and take care of each other

I was gonna do all of them at once but this was really long lol

I'll probably reblog this with the other riders as I go and if you have ideas please lmk <3

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miraculouslbcnreactions · 27 days

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I just realize you're the only person who point out that Felix and Kagami would be just as in the wrong for hiding the truth from Adrien. Most people I know puts the blame entirely on Marinette and like yeah, I get it it's really bad she would keep something like that a secret from her boyfriend but at the same time how do you deal with that big of a burden?

If it were up to me, I'd make her deal with it the same way like in the Dragon Prince with how Rayla tries to tell Callum and Ezran about their dad being dead but idk, maybe it's not the same with Adrien so it's unfair.

I'm just irritated at people who blame Marinette just cuz she's her gf and not at the adults like Nathalie or Amelie, Marinette's a child, what about Felix and Kagami? They care about Adrien too right?

Yep, it's somehow all Marinette's fault even though Felix knew for all of season five. He knew before then, too, but at least you could argue that he was fearing for his life in previous seasons. As soon as he got the peacock? No excuse. Especially since he got the peacock by trading away Adrien's freedom. A thing he arguably didn't even need to do since I don't think anyone believes that Gabriel would have said, "No" to only getting all of the miraculous. Felix just offers up the ring without even waiting for Gabriel to ask for it. A master negotiator this boy is not.

To add even more insult to injury, season five gives Felix a subplot about informing freaking Kagami and faking her amok. A girl he literally just met gets the treatment that Felix arguably owes to Adrien after all the shit Felix has put him through. You can't even argue that Felix did it because Tomoe isn't a threat on the scale of Gabriel. She's literally a co-conspirator in season five and Felix knows that because Kagami wouldn't be a sentimonster if Tomoe wasn't involved. And Tomoe has always been written as far more hands-on than Gabriel when it comes to controlling her kid, so this isn't even a case of Felix picking the easier target. He doesn't care about easy targets or subterfuge since he, you know, kidnaps Kagami in front of her mother?

But does anyone in the fandom seem to acknowledge that? No and I really don't get it. If hate must be assigned to a character and not the writers, then Felix deserves so much more hate than Marinette.

Kagami isn't innocent either. She knew the truth for about half of the season and yet she doesn't seem to care about telling Adrien. At the same time, she's fine outing Ladybug's secret identity and fine telling Marinette everything, none of which is done in the name of justice. Kagami does it all for purely selfish reasons. To me, this was as much of a character assassination as the whole Kagami believing Lila thing even though Kagami should know the truth about Lila after the Oni-chan incident (Lila faking the kissing picture and texting it to Adrien's contacts).

Then there's Nathalie. In my opinion, Nathalie's redemption is a joke and one of the key reasons for that is how little she cares about actually saving Adrien. At no point does she tell him the truth even though she knows she's dying. She could have very easily died much sooner than the final, leaving Adrien to obey Gabriel's commands, never knowing that he was being controlled. She doesn't even try to find someone else to guard Adrien's ring. She just maintains the status quo and pretends that everything is fine while occasionally asking Gabriel to pretty please change his mind and think of Adrien? Please?

Lady, you literally pinned this man to a table at the start of the season and you are his second in command. You know all his secrets. You have access to everything. You have the power to take him down. You have the power to save Adrien. You are an awful, awful mother figure who put Gabriel's wants above Adrien's needs right up to the very end. Did you even think you had a chance to fire that cross bow or was this just another, "I'm totally helping" feel good moment to assuage your guilty conscious before you died?

And Amelie. Oh, Amelie. If you hate what Colt did to your son, then why are you idly standing by while Gabriel does the same thing to your nephew? You know that Felix has the peacock, so he's safe from being snapped. Why aren't you encouraging him to help Adrien? Or, if you want to keep protecting Felix, then why don't YOU go to Ladybug and Chat Noir and tell them that Gabriel is behind everything? Surely you have to know that Felix isn't safe as long as Gabriel has all those miraculous, right? Gabriel knows that you and your son know everything. A terrorist knows that you're a chink in his armor. Why aren't you terrified by that?

In summary: yeah, Marinette should tell Adrien. It's totally fair to be mad at her. But dear God, she should never have been put in a position where she needed to tell him because one of these four should have done it long before the end of season five! The fact that Marinette was put in this position in the first place is terrible, nonsensical, illogical writing. So go ahead and be mad at Marinette, but you sure as shit better be just as mad at the people who knew everything and did nothing, leaving a teenage girl to face it all alone while bearing the safety of the world on her shoulders.

#ml writing salt #ml writing critical #ml season 5 salt #adrien deserves better #marinette deserves better #ml fandom critical #Wow I got pretty heated there didn't I?#You can probably tell that I feel pretty passionate about this one #Marinette has many faults but at least she's actively trying to do the right thing!#Unlike these other four #To be fair it's really a writing problem and I blame none of these characters except maybe Nathalie #I really hated Nathalie in season five she was such a self-righteous hypocrite

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Reverse uno card : Jugdral edition

2014 : "yay, i can't wait for a Judgral remake, with updated graphics!!!"

2024 : "gods please no remake"

What happened in ten years to make me dread the remake I would have sold my soul for back in the days?

Well... IS's policies and new writing, mainly.

While I was joking about "Genealogy of the Holy Self Insert" in 2015, I still had faith in eventual Jugdral remakes. Sure, we were in the big Fateswakening era where the only things I could frown at IS were the "writings" worshipping self inserts (Ryoma being jealous of Corn's talents, when Corn was like, 5?) - but I still had hope for a more "serious" FE, and I first I was very delighted by FE15 - no self insert, a more "serious" setting, no hyperbolic time chambers to try to explain in watsonian words why second gens exist, etc...

But there was still something ringing dead wrong with FE15, which I only noticed thanks to FE16 and its years of discourse - at one point, IS's writing went in a certain direction that makes it impossible, imo, for us to have a "correct" Jugdral remake, as long as IS still follows this direction.

I'm not talking about uwufest - even if it is part of the larger problem - but back in FE15, I remember being really pissed at the schizophrenia of the plot : saying one thing and the inverse at the same time.

The narration reminds us of the classic Kaga lesson : whatever madness exists in dragon/gods, a greater madness/evil lurks in the heart of men.

And yet, we have the Hero (who was so cajoled by the plot that, at times, you have to wonder if Alm wasn't the devs's self insert, he's lavished with praises almost as extensively as Ike was!) saying nonsense - without being contradicted by characters at all (or when Celica does it, she admits later she's wrong) - like Duma being responsible, mainly, for the events that transpired in Valentia and, novelty that wouldn't have been in the original game since the character was made for the remake, Berkut's fall and madness.

By that point in the game, the player saw that Berkut hunts low class people for what he sees and perceives as sport, is the textbook classicist asshat noble, but has a lot of pression on his shoulders due to his role of being the heir of the Empire, pression that isn't alleviated at all by his Uncle who mocks him and refuses to give him a third chance... to fight against a person said uncle very well knows cannot be defeated by Berkut himself, especially as said Uncle pretended to "care" for him, only to pit him against his trueborn son whom he names his heir just before dying.

Point is : Berkut feels betrayed by Rudy and goes mad - because of this betrayal : Rudolph named him heir when he fully knew Alm was alive and was the true heir he always wanted, in Berkut's eyes, no matter what he did, it wouldn't have mattered to Rudolph since Rudolph planned on giving Alm his throne since day 1 - of course, without telling him a thing and making him believe he would one day become Emperor.

Is it Duma's fault that Berkut went off the deep-end in Part 4? Because Rudolph's shit gambit involved playing with the life of his nephew and crush it in a bid to have Alm unify the continent against Duma ? Or... it's just Rudolph being an asshole, not curbing the worst of his nephew tendencies (and in a larger part, of Rigel in general) ?

Now, Rinea. She too, is called one of Duma's victims, and yet, who pushed her in Duma's magic pyre that turns women in witches? Duma himself?

No.

Berkut, who already, when pissed tells her "silence woman" pushes his fiancée and love of his life in a pyre to sacrifice her, because in his grief and rage (caused by Rudy!!!) Rinea is only a pawn to be sacrificed to gain more power to kill Alm. Sure sure, Berkut is redeemed in death and Rinea - in a classic Kaga style writing that wasn't here made by Kaga since this plot is basically new so where the fuck does this sexism come from - forgives him and they both die and ascend to another plane of existence.

The point is, despite what Alm says, Berkut and Rinea's fates weren't caused by Duma's degeneration - but by Rudolph and Berkut's own actions.

Heck, I remember when I was sort of live-blogging my run back then, Desaix's greed and lust for power wasn't fueled by Mila's apathy : it wasn't Mila who burnt Celica's house and tried to cook Conrad, it was Desaix, and why Desaix did it? Because he wanted to become king. That's it, and that's all.

So why FE15 - while giving the Kaga message - still tries its hardest to pin the blame of everything "wrong that happened" on... dragon gods, refusing to acknowledge the own responsibilities of humans in their suffering?

I think we had that lunar dialogue at the end of FE15 (or in part 4?) where Clive (i think?) tells Alm without gods giving their blessings, people in Valentia will starve, and Alm saying that may be so, but ultimately Valentia will survive and work hard through those upcoming harsh times to demonstrate how humans, when they work together, can achieve things without needing to rely on Gods - basically, King Alm tells his people to starve now because Humanity will come out stronger afterwards, since they will have learnt to grow their own food without needing magic dragon blessings to make the ground fertile.

... yeah. That's definitely going to work.

FE15 took the Kaga lesson to try to hammer some "humanity fuck yeah!" Square JRPG message and it completely messed up what FE2 tried to say.

(I confess, retconning Duma'n'Mila in dragon gods like Naga from Archanea was a big part in this shitstorm - that was also retconned to explain Grima from FE13! - i mean Duma'n'Mila have to die because they're degenerating, but they didn't get the memo from Gotoh living overseas that degeneration can be stopped by using dragonstones, instead of being a fatality that must be dealt with death...)

Humans cannot be held responsible for what they did, everything BaD that happened is somehow due to the influence of dragon-gods : even if it means "suffering" and sacrificing a part of your population, this choice is a good one to get rid of the obviously nefarious influence of dragon-gods.

So, is it so surprising that FE16 - the most popular title in the franchise uwu - went in the same direction?

Even if it tried to mitigate the "gods BaD" spiel because the avatar - Billy - is the Goddess reborn, the thing is the CoS - aka the dragon - is blamed for humanity's mistakes through each route (AM dodges the question completely) and all routes end up with the dragon going away (her skull being cracked open, or she retires, or she dies off-screen, or she dies because the plot commands so unless you want, as the player, to shag her).

"But in VW, Claude reconsiders his initial stance!"

And yet, it is only off-screen that he seemingly becomes aware that Fodlan people are not superpals with Almyra because Almyra raids them, not because Rhea told them Almyrans are BaD, that's why he tries to negotiate - off-screen and post-game - some sort of ceasefire between the two parties, or at least make it so Almyra doesn't try to raid Fodlan every Thursday for their weekly dick measuring contest.

No matter the ending, Rhea retires and in the worst support, muses on her failings for "having turned a blind eye" to Fodlan and its people in her quest to resurrect Sothis : aka, Rhea (and the game, since Billy doesn't tell her anything) believes Fodlan's state is due to her inaction and not, you know, the action of the humans who lived in the continent and ruined it of their own volition.

Which is also what fuels the endless discourse about what kind of power she has - or not : Rhea BaD for using her power, but also BaD for not using it and letting humans to their own devices.

Supreme Leader's memetastic line from the trailers ring even more true : in Fodlan, Crusts are to blame for everything. For Adrestian being attracted to young women because otherwise without crests they surely wouldn't seek to bed a 12 years old Doro, for Miklan trying to murder his younger brother (and not because, at least FE16 wise, Miklan is a terrible person who is very jealous and not afraid to kill even a child to get what he feels like he deserves), and for people basically killing their wives/letting their daughters die to get a "suitable" heir.

Humanity/Humans can get a pass for doing horrible things (Berkut burning his fiancée alive) because those horrible things can sort of be linked to "dragon-gods", and so, the blame exclusively lays at their feet.

I am always reminded of that Obi-Wan reply to Anakin when Ani accuses him of having turned Padmé "against" him, Obi-Wan basically tells him he brought this upon himself.

Now, what would Obi-Wan tell a non-recruited Doro who blames the Goddess for the War, the leader she is actually protecting, started?

Billy is no Obi-Wan, so we are left in this limbo where characters are telling you everything wrong that happens in Fodlan is due to "dragon blood" aka their existence and presence, even dragons who blame themselves for "being blind" - but not once do we have the Kaga message, or an Obi-Wan reminding people that they have to take responsability for their own actions : Hanneman will blame crests (dragons) for having killed his sister, but not the man who forced her (marital abuse?) to bear him many heirs until one was "good enough" for him.

Claude blames dragons for creating, both literal and metaphorical walls between Fodlan and Almyra - and it's only in his best ending, after the game credits and off-screen that he seems to realise that those walls were built by Almyrans raiders.

"enough about the fodlan rant, what about jugdral?"

Jugdral was sort of unique for not having a giant eldritch abomination as a boss, unlike the later FE8, we never fight Loptyr in his "original" form, Loptyr is fought through his host, Julius.

And I love Jugdral because unlike Fodlan, the local evil death cult might stage a few skirmishes and manipulations here and there, but Jugdral people are... asses, in general.

Elliot will mount an army to seduce Raquie while Eldie is away - and it's not because Manfroy told him to seduce her, no, Elliot does it from his own will.

Reptor'n'Langobalt'n'Andrei rebel against Kurth and Azmur? Sure, Arvis is pulling some of their strings, but Reptor'n'Langobalt are ambitious, even without Manfroy whispering anything.

Arvis pulls out his gambit... with Manfroy's help (and blackmail?), but also because he genuinely thinks he can sacrifice lives to make HIS world a reality because HE has great ideas about how the world should be and will torch anyone who opposes him.

F!Lewyn, as much as I dislike the character, reminds the cast that while Travant's actions might seem justified to him and to the Thracian people, he is still a man who assaulted a bunch of randoms + non-combattants in a desert, amushed them and slaughtered them : no matter his reasons and how justified he was, Travant is still a criminal to Jugdral people.

In Jugdral, people do things and have to take responsability for it - Oldvis basically dies after losing everything he had - by Seliph's hand (and with his own participation!!) because Oldvis has to take responsability for what he did in Barhara. Ditto for Travant, who accepts to die if it means the peninsula will be united (tfw his son doesn't understand what he meant !).

Dragon blood and Dragon people are never blamed for the shitty state Jugdral is in in the 1st or even 2nd gen, if Danan turned Isaach in giant brothel, it's not Julius-Loptyr who asked him to do so, nor Manfroy.

At least, that was the case for the pre FE15/FEH/FE16 Jugdral.

Now...

While I want to blame FE16 for this shift, I know the roots are more ancient (FE15?), IS's writing seems to favour a certain narrative, aka people having sad and or complicated fates because of their brands and Holy Blood - when the ONLY case of having a fate tied to Holy Blood was the Curse of the Gae Bolg, aka a sibling quarrel between Dain and Noba that will eventually "curse" Noba descendants, but through the events of the game we know that curse is more like a prophecy : Quan doesn't die because he had Noba Holy Blood, Quan dies because Travant kills him in Yied. Why Travant kills him? FE5 reveals Quan and his forefathers are basically letting Thracians starve and refuse to "give" them arable lands, or even export food.

Now, did Travant kill Quan because Quan had major Noba Holy Blood, or because Quan (and his forefather)'s policies made Thracians so desperate that their king feels like he has to resort to murder to "save" his people?

The issue is more complicated than "he has Noba HB so I had to kill him".

Come FEH and we had, in 2018 (before FE16 but after FE15) this :

My blood has granted me gifts, it's true. I have expended every effort to be worthy of those gifts. That same blood makes it impossible for me to live a peaceful life. That's a lesson I learned from my mother...

Now, even if I was dissecting and hc'ing and posting about Saias a lot for 5 years, I fully understand Saias is a character with maybe 20 lines in FE5, so you can only dissect the script and theorise and read between invisible lines to get something about the character.

But this?

It might be a reference to Cowen's last words who basically tells him his job is to "pass on" his Fjalar HB, and how having major Fjalar HB was the reason why Manfroy tried to kill him when he was younger (his mother Aida died to protect him).

And yet, FEH here seems to imply Aida died because Saias had Fjalar HB, and not, y'know, died because Manfroy wanted to kill him due to this HB.

It wasn't HB who killed Aida, but Manfroy!

FE5 never reveals why - but if Fjalar HB was the reason why Manfroy targeted Saias, then why the fuck wasn't Oldvis iced earlier, since he has the same brand and blood?

In a way, Saias blaming HB here as the "reason" why his mother died and why he cannot live a "peaceful life" is similar to a Leif who would blame Quan'n'Ethlyn for being the reason why Travant and the Empire were after his life : what is to blame, their "blood" that makes people want to kill them, or the fuckers who want to kill them?

Granted those lines from FEH completely miss the point of Saias as a character - FE5!wise Saias is in a class that cannot use fire magic, when his HB automatically gives him the highest rank in fire magic, and he is funnily enough the only character who "retreats" in his death quote -> Saias doesn't "expend" every effort to be worthy of HB, he hides and doesn't use the abilities given by said HB!

We can say, mkay, this was just FEH trying to fit their "gods and their influence BaD" narrative and missing the real culprits, aka humans themselves (Manfroy is one!) - from FE15 - in Jugdral, even if it meant retconning a character no one cares about.

But then, last year, we had Galzus' FB :

You speak of the blood of the Sword Saint Od. Perhaps. Is that the reason you have been set on a path of violence and bloodshed?

Nyx says Galzus' "curse" isn't tied to his HB, but it's basically his regret at not having been able to save his daughter.

So far, it's completely the inverse of what I decried, so this was a good FB, right?

There is no doubt that the blood within you compels you to lead a cruel life. However, the loss of your daughter was the wedge that split your life into pieces and let the curse in.

Damn it Nyx, why???

Why Galzus's brand "compels him" to lead a cruel life - when it was just established that Galzus fell to despair and became a mercenary who kills for money after the loss of his daughter?

Before losing Mareeta, Galzus, at least per this FB, wasn't killing people right and left as the merc he now is (or was in FE5).

Now, much like Saias...

Why was Galzus left to roam around Jugdral with a toddler to begin with?

I had a daughter. When my wife died, I brought my daughter with me as I traveled around Jugdral.

This FB establishes that Galzus settled with Mareeta's biomom for a while, but when she died he "traveled around". Why Galzus couldn't return "home" and had to "travel around"?

You know the Ribaut family was devastated by our own House Isaach.

Timeline wise : Ribaut is already demolished during the prologue of FE4, and Mareeta is no older than Leif himself, which means she was born after Galzus' grandfather and Ayra's brother, aka, his uncle, beheaded his dad and demolished his kingdom. Galzus, in exile, had Mareeta, and then had to "travel around" Jugdral because his home had already been demolished by "House Isaach" -

Note how Ayra talks about the Ribaut (i prefer rivough but meh) family when she talks about her very own sister - Galzus' mother. Jugdral family trees being what they are, Shanan, Larcei, Scatach and Galzus are actually cousins, Galzus is Ayra's own nephew, just like Shanan!

Anyways, in FE4, the reason given behind Ribaut's destruction is their attack on Darna, so the Isaachian royals killed them.

Galzus' "cruel life" wasn't compelled by his HB, Galzus' life took a turn for the worst when his Uncle and Grandpa knocked at his door and slaughtered his entire family, destroying their Kingdom.

So why FEH tried to fit his backstory in some sort of "dragon blood is to blame" Fodlan narrative?? They at least acknowledge the bad blood (lel) between Isaach's royal family and Ribaut's, hell, Ayra even wants to say Mareeta is a part of Isaach's royal family in her FB with her son, so it's not to whitewash the Isaachian royal family because their units are more popular and would sell more...

Contrary to Saias, Galzus's writing and his FB seem to have been made by people who cared and didn't completely ignore what the character was about so... why this emphasis on his HB ??

Are we bound in post FE16 releases to have, at least with the current writing team, the excuse of "dragon blood is to blame" ? Galzus cannot blame the Isaachian Royal Family or even the slavers for his (and his daugher's!) fate, but he can blame his HB, aka, a non-entity?

Will HB be now used as a "responsibility free" card, because the fate a character suffers or their actions are only tied to said HB? Arvis will get a pass because his HB compelled him to save the world (tfw Victor prefered to "seduce" women instead), Lewyn will be lightly chided by his mom instead of receiving the beatdown he has in FE4 because his HB now makes him unable to stay in place? Ditto for Ced, Karin won't chew him out for abandoning his mother and sister because his HB compelled him to travel around, so in the end, dragons are to blame for him abandoning his sister and mother?

That's what I'm the most afraid in future Jugdral remakes, that had humans characters with human flaws in a crapsack/shitty verse, the insertion in a future remake of a very Squenix "but aksuhally gods and church bad" when Jugdral is the pinnacle of "the world sucks because people living in this world suck". No need for secret sects manipulating everything in the shadows like FE16's Agarthans, Chagall is a horrible person without needing Manfroy's help, and Hilda will not say "Holy Blood is to blame" when she tortures Tailte to death.

When Tailte is caught and Hilda'd, it's because she participated (or even commited) in parricide, and because her camp/army lost the battle. She doesn't die because of her HB, she dies because Hilda kills her, most likely, for having killed Reptor (Hilda wants to avenge her "father" when fought, i'm pretty sure she means her father in law aka Reptor!).

As befits a game called "Genealogy of the Holy War", people aren't targeted because of their HB, but they are targeted because they are part of a genealogy - see the Leif comparison earlier on : Leif is hunted because he is Quan's son, even if he doesn't have Noba major blood. Seliph is hunted because he is Siggy'n'Deedee's son, not because of his Baldo HB.

In FE4, Manfroy tells Julius Arvis was a thorn at their side because "Fjalar's ways" ran too strong in him - implying he had some moral fiber that would make him oppose the return of Loptyr (but those same "ways" didn't prevent him from torching his own brother and conquering the world...) - I will have to check the translation and og script, but was Saias targeted because he had Fjalar HB, or because he could develop the same moral fiber Arvis does in his later years, or just, because he is Arvis's son? Cowen seems to suggest it is FB, but we know Fjalar HB cannot harm Loptyr so... what was the true reason?

Blaming dragon-gods reduces the complexity of Jugdral's setting and characters - and in a post FEH world where tropes win character contests and sell a lot of alts if they are flanderised enough + a post FE15/16 world where characters, to be likeable enough, have to ditch their responsibilities or at least have the plot elude them to pin them instead on vague and non-important (gacha wise) gods, what is going to happen to Jugdral?

Fanfics are fanfics and people are free to write whatever they want - but I wonder (especially after Nopes and the plethora of 'golden endings' fics that ended up with the CoS as the big bad lol) if fics where Mareeta and Ced blaming their HB for their various hardships is going to become the new canon...

I seriously hope it will never, and it if happens then...

I guess I'll still yell at cloud and nerd about the 1990s versions of those games, completely ignoring the new releases (save for maybe updated artwork).

Tl;Dr : FEH makes me afraid Judgral remakes will borrow the "humanity fuck yeah" page from FE15 and FE16 and put the blame of Jugdral's shitty situation from Jugdralians to... Holy Blood and "dragon-gods", completely missing and rewritting the point of those games. IS already said "fig" to Kaga once or thrice, but this might become the most contentious "fig" they ever give him if they decided to write a Jugdral remake this way.

#rant #heroes salt #fe series salt #at least the few last games #FE17 is a breath of fresh air #will it become the new standard or will we have more and more shit like those FBs?#jugdral stuff #at this point i'm afraid of that fandom syndrome #where you put much more thoughts and love and care about a setting than its own authors #so when said authors develop it you're disappointed #because you feel like it's a downgrade to what it was before #like star wars maybe?#i'm very worried about the writing of future games especially since the faux issues raised in Fodlan games apparently #made people want more writting as consistent as pudding #as long as has a veneer of being solid and realistic

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FILM QUOTE PROMPTS!

usual rules tbh - this prompt list was made ONLY for requests to be sent to @mlmxreader

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HORROR FILMS (25)

Films quoted: Cabin Fever, Red Dragon, American Psycho, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, My Bloody Valentine (1981), An American Werewolf In London

“I don't want any of us getting sick, but you two fuckin' fuckers insist on touching her, now she's bleeding all over both you guys! So you two can fuckin rot, but not me, no fuckin way not me!”

“I made it! I made it! I knew I'd make it! I fucking made it!”

“That guy asked for our help. We lit him on fire. You'll understand if I'm not in a particularly social mood.”

“When you've known someone a long time, you just want to kiss them just to see if they're a good kisser. There's nothing wrong with that, right?”

“I thought you might enjoy the challenge. Find out if you're smarter than the person I'm looking for.”

“Dammit, man, you must have some advice. You caught him. What was your trick?”

“Why are there copies of the style section all over the place, d-do you have a dog? A little chow or something?”

“Duct tape. I need it for... taping something.”

“Not if you want to keep your spleen.”

“I wouldn't want you to lose your willpower.” “That's okay. I'm not very good at controlling it anyway.”

“I'm leaving. I've assessed the situation, and I'm going.”

“I think I might hurt you. You don't want to get hurt, do you?”

“If you don't shut your fucking mouth, I will kill you.”

“Pumpkin, you're dating an asshole.”

“What's that stench?”

“Look, give me a chance! If you still want me to go away I will. But I have to tell you that I love you and want you back!”

Roses are red, violets are blue, one is dead, and so are you.”

“Beware of what you make fun of, you little asshole!”

“From the heart comes a warning, filled with bloody good cheer, remember what happened as the 14th draws near!”

“The undead surround me. Have you ever talked to a corpse? It's boring! I'm lonely!”

“On the moors, we were attacked by a lycanthrope, a werewolf. I was murdered, an unnatural death, and now I walk the earth in limbo until the werewolf's curse is lifted.”

“Hurting your feelings? Has it occurred to you that it might be unsettling to see you arise from the grave to visit me?”

“Yeah, be rational, sure. I'm a fucking werewolf!”

“I'm certain if there were a monster roaming around northern England, we'd have seen it on the telly.”

“I'm torn between feeling very sorry for you and finding you terribly attractive.”

ROMANCE FILMS (25)

Films quoted: Moulin Rouge, Shakespeare in Love, Atonement, Pretty Woman

“The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.”

“But I know about art and love, if only because I long for it with every fibre of my being.”

“Come what may, I will love you until my dying day.”

“I can't carry on without you.”

“You have so much to give.”

“Why does my heart cry? Feelings I can't fight... you're free to leave me, but just don't deceive me, and please believe me when I say I love you!”

“Hurt him to save him. There is no other way.”

“I couldn't! I couldn't go through with it! I saw you there and I felt differently! I couldn't pretend!”

“As long as we have each other. We have each other.”

“His eyes upon your face. His hand upon your hand. His lips caress your skin. It's more than I can stand!”

“You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.”

“Like a sickness - and its cure, together.”

“You never spoke so well of him.”

“Can you love a fool?”

“Yes, you were deceived, for I did not know how much I loved you.”

“Love knows nothing of rank, or riverbank. It will spark between a Queen and the poor vagabond who plays the King - and their love should be minded by each, for love denied blights the soul”

“Then kiss me again for I am not mistook.”

“The tide waits for no man, but I swear it would wait for you.”

“How can you understand the emptiness that seeks a soulmate?”

“I love you. I'll wait for you. Come back. Come back to me.”

“If all we have rests in a few moments in a library three and a half years ago, then I don't know... I don't…”

“Impossible relationships. My special gift is impossible relationships.”

“I'd like you to spend the week with me.”

“You gotta be joking.”

“Wow, great view. I bet you can see all the way to the ocean from out here.”

PERIOD DRAMAS (25)

Films quoted: Testament of Youth, War Horse, Benediction, 1917

“All of us are surrounded by ghosts. Now we need to learn how to live with them.”

“Can I find the courage to accept there might be another way? Perhaps their deaths have meaning only if we stand together now and say, "No!" No to killing. No to war. No to the endless cycle of revenge. I say no more of it. No more.”

“They'll want to forget you. They'll want me to forget. But I can't. I won't. This is my promise to you now. All of you.”

“I might hate you more, but I'll never love you less.”

“Be brave! Be brave!”

“You are not alone in that respect.”

“I'd give everything I possess to have him stay just one more hour. One more minute. Quick to tears, slow to love.”

“How could I be such a snob? He really is a lovely man.”

“Pain is not the only terror. There are many more.”

“I think he's still in love with you.”

“The moment passes, but the hurt remains.”

“If I was selfish enough, I'd ask you to marry me.” “If I were foolish enough, I'd accept.”

“Friends may come, friends may go. Enemies are always faithful.”

“I hoped today might be a good day. Hope is a dangerous thing.”

“That's it for now, then next week, Command will send a different message. Attack at dawn. There is only one way this war ends. Last man standing.”

“Shut up. We've fought and died over every inch of this fucking place, now they suddenly give us miles? It's a trap.”

“None of us were right. This idiot thought it was Tuesday.”

“Even their rats are bigger than ours.”

“I'm sorry about your friend. May I tell you something you probably already know. It doesn't do to dwell on it.”

“Straight ahead to the left, past the dead horses, there's a gap directly behind them. Useful, because if its dark you follow the stench. When you get to the second wire, look out for the bowing chap. There's a small break beside him. The German line is 150 odd yards after that. Watch out for the craters. They're deeper than they look. If you fall in, there's no getting out.”

“There is nothing here. There is nothing for you. Please.”

“Look, it's just a bit of bloody tin. It doesn't make you special. It doesn't make any difference to anyone.”

“The sub-trench was blown to hell weeks ago. Its full of bodies anyway. Your best bet is to pop over here. If you do get shot, try to make it back to the wire. We won't come after you until its dark. If by some fucking miracle you do make it, send up a flare.”

“We lost an officer and three men, two nights ago. They were shot to bits patching up wire. We dragged two of them back here.”

“I do hate losing, so when they start shooting at you, could you be so kind as to throw it back when you get shot.”

READ MY RULES AND GUIDELINES BEFORE YOU REQUEST PLEASE

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Found Family Tournament Round 1 Part 7 Group 35

Propaganda and further pictures under the cut

The Golden Deer: Claude Von Reigan, Hilda Valentine Goneril, Lorenz Hellman Gloucester, Raphael Kirsten, Ignatz Victor, Marianne Von Edmund, Lysithea Von Ordelia, Leonie Pinelli

Mikazuki Villa: Iroha Tamaki, Yachiyo Nanami, Tsuruno Yui, Felicia Mitsuki, Sana Futaba & Ui Tamaki

Submissions are still open!

The Golden Deer:

You could technically submit any of the three houses and have them fit but I feel like none of them quite embody the spirit of found family like the Golden Deer. Other than being from the same place, there's nothing that inherently connects them to each other. There are a lot of barriers between them, class, upbringing, trauma. But despite all that they manage to come together in their own messy way. Their route is all about the importance of unity and coming together despite any differences that might exist and they show the strength that comes from embracing diversity.

Mikazuki Villa:

Mikazuki Villa is a boarding house owned by Yachiyo, and previously Yachiyo's grandmother. Yachiyo is a magical girl veteran of 7 years. Over those years, there had always been a group of magical girls staying at the house, whether it be just hanging out or living there. The first person was Mifuyu Azusa, another magical girl veteran who's been a magical girl the same amount of time as Yachiyo. Then Kanae joined them, although she died to a witch sometime after. The next to join were Momoko and Meru. Tsuruno joined after them. The group went out to hunt a witch one day, but Tsuruno couldn't make it. Meru ended up dying that day, but this time she had turned into a witch. Yachiyo started suspecting whether her friend's deaths were her fault becuase of her wish. Since her wish was "to survive" (in refrence to her career as a model) she wondered if her friends has died so that she could survive. Since both Meru and Kanae died protecting her. And then Mifuyu disappeared (she joined a magical girl cult, but Yachiyo doesn't know that), which was the final straw for Yachiyo. She ended up pushing Momoko and Tsuruno away. It stayed that way until Iroha arrived at the city, searching for her little sister, Ui, who she had forgotten about, as all evidence of Ui's existence had inexplicably disappeared. Yachiyo ended up helping her, along with Tsuruno. Yachiyo kept both of them at arm's length though. During the search for Ui they picked up Felicia and then Sana. Felicia was an orphan who's family was "killed by a witch" (she actually killed them by accident and wished to forget it happened, thats a whole other story tho) and would kill any witch in her path out of rage, hoping that she'll eventually find and kill the witch that took her family away from her. She lived as a magical girl mercenary before she was basically adopted by the others so that she wouldn't starve. She loves Dragon Ball (or the pmmm equivalent of it) and cows. That doesn't relate to anything, but I think it's cute.

And then there's Sana, who wished to become invisible. She was always a disappointment in her family, and eventually they disowned her because of it. Her family went on with life as if she never existed, ignoring her. She felt that it would be better off if she just disappeared, so that's why she wished what she did. Iroha and the group found her in the rumor of the Endless Solitude, where she lived with an AI called, uhm, Ai. Ai actually contacted Iroha to save Sana because she knew that she wouldn't be able to stay with her forever. Iroha was the first person to ever say she needed Sana, and after they destroyed Ai, Sana went with them. It seems a itty bit cruel to destroy Ai but it was necessary since her barrier was literally being used as a storage site for witches (thnx Alina. I love her though, Alina is my favorite Magireco character apart from Karin). Sana starts to warm up to the rest of them, and realizes this is what family is supposed to feel like. And then ummmm... Felicia, Tsuruno, and Sana get brainwashed and recruited into the cult by Mifuyu!! Yachiyo, who had started to let her guard down, decides to break up the team. She tries to push Iroha away just like she did the other group. But Iroha pushes back, and promises Yachiyo that she won't die. The two work together to find the others after that. They find Sana and Felicia, whose brainwashing had worn off (Mifuyu has actually helped them escape, as the brainwashing hadn't been her idea), but not Tsuruno. Tsuruno had actually been fused with a Rumor (thnx Alina) and was going to be forced to commit mass murder! Average Tuesday. They eventually find Tsuruno but realize somethings wrong with her. They were told by Mifuyu that, to free Tsuruno from the Rumor, they had to "connect hearts" with her (I forget the exact wording, but basically they had to fully understand her and then connect with her using their magic. "Connect" is actually a game mechanic that lets magical girls combine their magic). But, when Yachiyo tried to do that, it didn't work. https://youtu.be/Hc4ED9TBX18 (watch this) You see, Tsuruno on the surface is very energetic and happy and sunny all the time. She titles herself "The Mightiest Magical Girl" and has the power to back that claim. She's basically a straight A student at school with perfect attendance (until the brainwashing). And shes just a very kind person in general. Except she has a habit of bottling up her feeling and masking her worries. Meru's death actually affected her quite a lot. She blames herself for it, since she wasn't there. She feels pressured to keep up her appearance as "The Mightiest". Yachiyo even fed into it, though it was accidentally (she was going through some shit after Meru died as well). Yachiyo realized this after she recognized Tsuruno's expression as the one she wore after visiting an amusement park with Yachiyo and Momoko sometime after Meru's death. She was able to truly connect with Tsuruno after that realisation. And after that incident, the whole group made sure to support her so she didn't have to deal with everything on her own anymore. Ui was the last addition to the group after Iroha saved her from her state as a "half-witch". I'm not going to try to explain that here as it's unrelated.

Long story short, her best friends from the hospital (she had a heart disease, and Iroha's wish cured her from it) stopped her from turning fully into a witch, but to do that one of them had to erase all memories of her with a rumor. Yeah, her best friend was creating the rumors. The rumor implanted false memories of Touka and Nemu (her friends) trying to save all magical girls along with Alina, an artistic prodigy who was staying at the hospital after to a failed suicide attempt. Their key to saving magical girls was Ui's half formed witch. Which they formed the cult around. Ui got saved though! :D Buttttt her half witch broke into some peices scattered around, which the collection of is basically the main plot of arc 2. They made a home for each other and stuck together through the trials and tribulations of arc 1, even putting their life on the line for eachtoher. And all of this, is why Mikazuki Villa is THE BEST found family. I hope you've watched Madoka Magica before, because if not, this would make zero sense. I HIGHLY RECOMMEND BOTH MADOKA MAGICA AND MAGIA RECORD!! Magireco is a lil harder to find, but you find it on youtube at Magia Union Translations. Don't watch the Magireco anime, it sucks.

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Whumpcember Day 11- Infection (Dragon Age 2, FenHawke)

Takes place post-Arishock fight

@whumpcember

Fenris quietly walked up the steps towards Hawke's room, wanting to see how she was doing in the aftermath of the confrontation with the Arishock. He'd only been in the Hawke manor a few times, mostly in and out as they were setting off on a smuggling run or a more legitimate job, but with Hawke injured as a group they felt it wise to have at least one of them (in addition to Leandra and Velanna) on hand for the time being.

"How she managed to take him down after being nearly run through with that giant sword I'll never know." he thought reaching the landing and seeing that the door was open a crack, gave it a few light taps with the back of his hand.

"Come in."

Fenris pushed the door open to see Hawke sitting up, her side bandaged and her cheeks slightly red. He wasn't sure if that was because the room was slightly warmer than usual or because it was him at the door. He wouldn't deny the attraction he felt towards Hawke, but at the same time she thought mages could do good in this world- so there would always be that rift between them.

"Just seeing if there was anything you needed." he said, fully stepping into the room. A glance at the small bedside table, he noticed the tray with broth and bread that he'd seen Velanna with not that long ago. Frowning he moved closer while saying, "You didn't eat."

"Only because it's still hot and you know how I don't like really hot things. Other than you that is." Marian cracked, giving Fenris a wink and smiling at the slight discomfort the joke made him.

"Hmm. Just make sure you eat or I will have to tell Varric. You know that he will threaten to turn the novel he's writing about you into a romance book."

"Oooo, that's playing dirty and you know it." Marian said, glad that at least Fenris was starting to loosen up around her and most of the others. She knew that he'd had a hard life, but also felt that he could still do some good with her and the rest of the group. "I promise I'll have some."

"Good. Let me know if you need assistance getting up or anything else." Fenris gave a slight dip of his head before leaving, slightly closing the door behind him as he did.

The candles had been lit when Fenris went to check on Hawke again. This time, though, she did not answer his knock so he did so again.

Silence.

Frowning, Fenris opened the door while hoping that she was just asleep. Sticking his head in, he saw that Hawke was indeed sleeping, on her stomach with her face smushed into the pillows. Feeling a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, Fenris decided to build up the dying fire to keep the room warm for her.

Stoking the embers, he put a few new logs on and watched until they caught. The light brightening the room, he turned to glance at Hawke one last time before leaving. But what he saw made him pause.

Her normally red hair was darkened by sweat and looking at her face from this angle, he could see that it was tightened with pain. Concern growing in his chest, he made his way towards the bed and placed the back of his hand against his forehead.

Hawke was burning up, he could feel how sweat slicked she'd become and pulled back the covers to check her wound. Letting out a curse at the yellow and red stained bandage, he knew from experience that combined with the other symptoms-her wound was most likely infected.

Moving automatically, he thundered down the stairs and strode directly towards the door- ignoring Leandra's questioning look and paused only briefly to gather up his weapons before walking out and setting a fast pace towards Darktown and Ander's clinic. He might despise the mage, but he was the only one Marian trusted to heal her.

Marian opened her eyes and felt drained, like she had after the Arishock had finally died and she'd overextended herself with using her mana. Plus her side throbbed less than it had last time she'd been able to put a coherent thought together.

Struggling to sit up, she paused when she heard Fenris say, "I wouldn't try that."

"Why not?" she asked, relaxing and not wanting to admit that laying down didn't feel as constrictive.

"Because Anders just left after healing your infected wound and I'd hate to have him come back because you undid all of his work."

Marian turned her head so she could look at Fenris and saw that he was sitting in the chair just beyond the bedside table so that he had her in his sight while having the option to focus on the fire all broody like he did at times. "Oh? That would explain why I felt so horrible earlier."

Fenris let out a sigh and leaned forwards to rest his arms on his leg, "You needed to say something, Hawke. Anders said had I not checked in on you...I-we almost lost you a second time."

Marina knew that she should make a joke about how he nearly admitted his feelings for her, but still was feeling weak enough that the teasing remark died on her lips. Wetting them with her tongue she simply said, "Then I'm glad that you checked in on my when you did."

"As am I. Now rest, I'll still be here when you wake."

#whumpcember2023 #dragon age #da2 #fenhawke #fenris #marian hawke #fanfic #my writing

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black-cat-charm · 6 months

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Rise Of The Brave Tangled Dragons Horror Story

(!!THIS IS A FICTIONAL AU, NOTHING BELOW IS REAL OR TRUE!!)

(This au is meant to be similar to something like Abandoned By Disney and I want it to feel like one of those old "oh dark magic is spooky" stories. I hope to maybe write for this or make art for it so I wanna share it with y'all!:])

Rise Of The Brave Tangled Dragons had only been known as a myth for a while. Only a simple work in progress that started in 2012(while Dreamworks also worked on httyd 2) before being scrapped in 2014 because of creative differences and instead Dreamworks shared HTTYD 2.Though that's not the whole story.In 2013, Disney decided to work with Dreamworks after seeing how beloved the big four fandom was. Dreamworks agreed, though they demanded they have the most control and say in what happens since How To Train Your Dragons came out before Tangled. Disney agreed, and work began. The movie plot was simple. Jack Frost would find a magic portal that leads to each of the other worlds. He introduces his new friends to the modern world and needs their help defeating Pitch Black again. Heros save the day, blah blah. Though during production, so many things went wrong. Artists' tablets would shatter for no reason, lights would go out, and many writers would break their wrist, elbow, or multiple fingers. Dreamworks demanded the product be shut down, but Disney refused. A few clips got fully animated and accidentally released into the public. When workers became dying at their desks for unknown reasons, Disney shut the project down while Dreamworks demanded to know why this was happening. Disney wouldn't say, though they knew that messing with dark magic was the cause..In 2016, the released clips got reposted many many times. After it did, many people started dying or disappearing with little to no explanation. Each time the clips got reshared, there were more graves or missing posters in each background. The clips died down for a while..at least until 2023.The clips resurfaced and caused the same effects as before, though something was different. Instead of everyone dying or going missing, there were a few who fell into a trace. They would make edits or even fan art or the clips, each infected with the dark magic. People became insane from this magic, their brains pretty much rotting as they only did what "the characters said to". Many refused to do basic tasks unless ROTBTD is involved, causing them to die from starvation, dehydration, and lack of hygiene.A 19 year old girl who went by Dolores Garcia found many of her friends consumed by the media or missing. She never seemed to be affected by any of it though. None of the clips, the games, the fanart, nothing. She was thankful, of course. Alexis found herself desperately searching for answers to why this was happening. Though this caused her to sleep less, it caused her to get insomnia. She would see the characters from the corner of her eyes, hear their voices anytime the room was too quiet. These weren't the same characters she grew up with. This wasn't the kind Rapunzel, not the smart Hiccup, or the passionate Merida, it definitely wasn't the free spirited Jack Frost. No..these things..they're evil-. They taunt her every time she tries to sleep, she knows they're the reason she keeps getting hurt and why the people she loves keep disappearing. But this only fuels her fire. She demands to keep trying to solve this. She couldn't give up...now not...

The main character, Dolores;

She's 19, Filipino, and struggles with her hygiene after starting her research(causing her slightly yellow teeth and more unbrushed hair)

#rise of the brave tangled dragons #rise of the guardians #tangled #brave disney #how to train your dragon #hiccup haddock #jack frost #merida #rapunzel #horror #horror story #horror au

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Hellouu dream!! Good aftermoon! ^^

How are you today?? I hope you are good hihi :3

Sooo.. I have a little question that has been on my mind ever since I saw your art..

•I wanted to know more about the relationship between bellroc and them familiar dragon (I don't know if that's the term...)

•how did bellroc kill him??

•how did he meet this Dragon?

•Skrael already knew about all this??

(I know.. it's more than one question.. but I was curious...) byeeee!!👋👋 have a nice dayyy :3

kitty you are so sweet. thank you for indulging me and my little headcanons; i hope the ramblings that follow were as fun to read as they were to imagine.

what is a familiar? it comes from the same root as "family," but in classical latin familia generally means the *slaves* of a household (hence the english sense, used elsewhere in toa, of "a magical servant"). which isn't why i headcanon that bellroc wears their familiar's skull, by the way, though it would probably add to their general bemusement at modern magic-users' concept of the relationship. i've had this headcanon for such a long time, now, but despite wanting very badly to write something about it i've never actually gotten anything to a publishable state. (the one thing i have written recently about this is currently. 100-odd words of snippy banter/[INSERT SCENE-SETTING HERE], which feels like it doesn't quite count.) so. some bullet points, while i kick around some thoughts in the microwave of the mind.

yes, bellroc killed their familiar. they did not know that's what she was. they did not mean to do it.

azherin was a giant fuckoff dragon, the distillation of everything stories say dragons should be: vain, cunning, arrogant, unfathomably powerful. because it's my oc and my hc and therefore everything is based on my terrible taste, she is (mostly) feathered, and breathes silver fire (and occasionally lightning). she's also got a wife and kids but god if we fall down that rabbithole i really will never get to bed

the first time they see her, a slip of oil-black bleeding up from the edge of the sky, they feel a flash of some vague, fleeting connection. they wonder what it is, just for a moment, before (they think) they realize: the old familiar coil of fear, twisting to settle bright and lazy into their gut. they think she's smoke, from a particularly vicious wildfire.

when they find out what she actually is—for the first time since dying, in a particularly vicious wildfire—they think on how how strange it is, at this age, to find something they may fear more than that.

(the thought of "a familiar" never occurs to them. to either of them. bellroc never knew magic before receiving it violently and unexpectedly; skrael has heard of magic users with companions of varying sorts but if he's ever seen one, it's only been a mundane-looking creature like a bird or a sable marten. they wouldn't know the word as we use it now, and probably don't, for a long time.)

but bellroc does by now know magic, and by now knows it very well. always conscious that their mastery is earned—that they've had to work for it—but conscious that they are a master, all the same. they're the only person in the world to wear so much (or any) metal jewelry, let alone have a metal staff almost as tall as them. they might not quite openly think of themself as a god—yet—but they are certainly thinking about gods and godhood as a general concept, much more than they did while within the span of a normal human lifetime. they think about power, sure, about improving their craft, about impressing a certain someone, improving their lives; but also duty, obligation, right.

so when they find out a literal dragon is going around terrorizing defenseless human towns—well. they'll catch the devil from skrael later, for being so reckless. but in the moment, they protest: what else could they do?

as it turns out: even the most op of magical cavemen does not simply 1v1 a giant flying murderlizard.

especially one that can breathe lightning.

especially when their primary weapon is a giant metal stick.

skrael meanwhile is watching all of this—what. rivalry? folie à deux? he's been having odd dreams lately, infrequent, but insistent and recurrent, from his own yet-unknown familiar/skull source, which maybe is making him less charitable than he could be. but after watching bellroc definitely get their ass kicked and definitely be way more torn up about it than he'd expected: when they notice him being so dubious he must admit, he is perplexed. he understands bellroc's stated reasons for why they (tried to) intervene, that first time; it would be a terrible thing, he agrees, to find yourself in a town that a dragon has now decided is her personal pantry. but terrible shit happens all the time. however admirable it may be to try and stop it (and he does think it's admirable, because he's a sap) he is always, at heart, a pessimist.

even if you could have saved that one village—he means it gently, even if it doesn't quite come out right—you know she'll just move on to another.

and bellroc blanches. for the first time in a long time: they have a (small, but) serious fight.

because—bellroc's perspective is: they have all this power. all of this life, after dying, terribly; all of this magic, after a life of nothing of the kind. perhaps one mortal effort would make no difference; perhaps, even now, their effort would not tip the balance. as it certainly did not in that hill-town, they mutter, bitterly.

but they are no mortal, now. what's the good of having this power, if they don't even use it?

anyway bellroc and azherin end up running into each other 6-7 times. the last time, azherin just loses her shit at this insolent, interfering child:

(please excuse the clumsiness here; this must be from. good god. twenty twenty-one)

...which ends predictably (though maybe not entirely so). and when skrael finds them, after, then he really lets them have it.

#q&a #trollhunters #wizards #wip tag #almost 900 words in like. an hour. @ myself where is this every other hour of every other day of the week #tldr: i wanted to think about what this 'familiar' relationship means #and i also wanted to explain why bellroc and skrael wore skull helmets but not nari #they're not trophies. skrael's is—possibly something else. not *just* a helmet #but bellroc treats theirs as a relic.#something sacred. something that reminds them of something important.#when they're not wearing it they keep it in a little shrine in their room #not exactly like the skulls in their childhood home—but something akin to it.#something they care for. that they would repair. if it were ever to be damaged.#long post

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Sick

Aegon II Targaryen x Reader (Daughter of Rhaenyra)

Summary: Daeron is sick and neither you nor Aegon is taking it well.

This is part of the universe of the queen and her husbands but I think it can be read independently.

Thanks for all the support, it always makes me happy to answer your questions and comments. REBLOGS and likes are always appreciated 🥰🥰💕💕💕

Warnings: Infant Death, Angst.

Daeron groaned again in his sleep. Instantly Aegon dipped another handkerchief back into the water while you removed the one on the boy's forehead so that your husband could place the new handkerchief. The groans subsided making a small part of Aegon feel relieved but he would rather hear Daeron's groans than silence. Daenera had died quietly, without making a single sound.

"He'll be fine," you said in an attempt to reassure Aegon but also yourself. Neither of them had slept since Daeron got sick. Two days had already passed since the Master interrupted your chambers to inform you that his son had fallen asleep in the middle of his lessons and that when he wanted to wake him up he realized that he was flying with fever. Since then Aegon had not left Daeron's side while you only left the room to see how the rest of your children were and to make sure that Aemond had everything under control. "His fever is already going down," you announced as you stroked Daeron's face.

"I won't rest until he's fully healed," Aegon admitted. He knew it was a simple disease but still, he was afraid. Something could always happen. Life taught him that when he lost Jaehaerys, Maelor, and Daenera. The deaths of his children were sudden. He hadn't had the chance to say goodbye to them, he couldn't tell them that he loved them or be by his side during his last breath… At least now he could accompany Daeron. He hadn't been there for Jaehaerys or Maelor. If he had been there no one would have dared to touch them. Now he was with Daeron but he couldn't do anything because this time it wasn't about criminals or a violent servitude wanting to harm him but the enemy was a disease. He couldn't threaten or force the disease to leave his son's body. He felt helpless. It made him want to scream at the thought of another of his children dying and he again did nothing to help. He wasn't going to be able to take it. He couldn't go through this again.

Your hand brought him back to reality. He clung to your touch in an attempt to keep himself from dwelling on the possible death of another of his children.

"I know. I'm scared too” you said and kissed his knuckles “But he's not Daenera” you reminded him with a soft voice imagining where your husband's mind was going. “She is dead but Daeron is still alive. You have to stop mourning our son as if he were already dead" you asked, squeezing his hand "Daeron is strong, trust him"

Your words were like a slap to Aegon. I knew you were right. But he couldn't control his head. His mind tormented him with images of Daeron dying, with the silent sisters wrapping around his little body as they once did Jaehaerys and Daenera's, with you again standing before the pyre trying to gather strength to order your dragons to burn. the body of another of his sons…At least this time it wouldn't be a violent death. It wouldn't be like Jaehaerys and Maelor. He felt like vomiting when he remembered the body of his firstborn without his head, his discomfort increased at the memory of the murmurs of how little Maelor's mutilated body had been left. He had never seen it. He couldn't be at his funeral.

"Aegon" Now your hands were on his cheeks and you looked at him with pure concern. And he hates himself for doing this to you. You were already worried about Daeron, you didn't need any more worries. He had to be strong, he needed to be strong for you but he couldn't.” “You should sleep. You're just torturing yourself by staying awake. I'll call the maestre to give you something to help you sleep."

"No!" Aegon exclaimed and grabbed your wrists before you could get away from him "Please don't take me away from him" your heart broke at the despair in your husband's eyes "I need to be by his side. I can not leave it. What if the same thing happens as with Daenera?” He said with a broken voice.

Daenera Targaryen died while everyone was sleeping. You woke up in the middle of the morning to Daeron's cries asking to be fed, you were surprised not to hear a single moan from his twin because when one of the two cried it didn't take long for the other to join in the lamentations so you went to see her at her cradle. You started to scream when you realized that your daughter's small chest was not moving. Your husbands were not long in appearing at your side. The guards entered with raised swords ready to fight any threat only to find you weeping in Aemond's arms, who stood between you and Daenera's cradle to prevent you from seeing your dead daughter's body any further. As soon as he saw the guards, Aegon began to yell at them to bring all the maesters quickly, although you knew that it was already too late and that it would be useless. They confirmed what you already knew: that your baby was dead.

"It won't happen"

The moment you saw the tears running down your husband's cheeks you hugged him. The king hid his face in your neck and clung to you as he continued to cry, hating himself for being weak. He should be the one holding you, he should be your rock, he should be the one stroking your hair while he whispered soothing words to you. Not vice versa. He could see that you were trying to be strong for both of you but he noticed that your voice was getting more and more shaky and he wasn't surprised when he heard you sob. You had told him that you were also afraid and instead of calming you down, he only made everything worse. He was a terrible husband.

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thisisalwaysmorethanoneknows · 29 days

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Sometimes Things Don't go as Expected

Chapter 6

Word Count: 1,811

Summary: In Queen Acacia's fight to gain more resources, Poseidra is nearly killed, having been an unexperienced soldier. She only survives this battle thanks to the help of a dragon that calls herself Karasu. Unfortunately for Poseidra, Karasu ends up asking for increasingly immoral favors as a method of repaying her generosity. Will Poseidra escape with her soul, or will she just become another Karasu?

Warnings: mention of injury

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Despite the odds, Poseidra opened her eyes. She was alive?

Heh, what was her luck?

She couldn't die right, hopefully she wouldn't have a repeat of the last time she almost died.

She looked to her side to see if she could find the reason death had ignored her again. There were two SeaWings at her side. She sat up abruptly, causing the SeaWings to panic.

"No no no!" yelped the blue one with a lot of rings on their back fins, they appeared to be panicking. An immediate contrast to Karasu,"please lay down!"

"We just got the bleeding to stop!" the other one said, they were green, they kind of looked like a SeaWing, but their body was more like a wild animal, and their eyes had a weird glint in them, and the pupils were larger, built more for the dark, "please, we don't want you to bleed out"

"Ugh, where am I this time?" Poseidra asked, laying back down, "and why are you two here?"

"You're on a beach, a few miles off the east coast of Pyrrhia, just out of SeaWing territory," the green one said. She didn't fully trust that dragon, the last time she trusted an odd looking dragon she ended up almost dead.

But that did remind her of one dragon, Raven. Was Raven ok? What did Karasu do with them after she tried to kill Poseidra? She internally sighed, she knew she couldn't get her talons on those answers. Even if she could go back, she was too afraid. Her wounds were too new.

"Thanks," was all Poseidra felt like saying.

"Don't mention it, Ray, do you think you could get our friend something to eat?" the green dragon added, "she's not bleeding, and I don't want her to starve."

"Alright," 'Ray' said, "but if anything happens to them, you're responsible!"

They were certainly close to each other…

"Alright, buddy," the green dragon said, "who are you? And how do you feel?"

"I'm Poseidra," she said, "and I feel… relatively fine. Now, who are you and why do you look weird?"

"I'm Mizo, the SeaWing," the other dragon said, "as for why I'm like this, well, I don't feel comfortable sharing the story with strangers. Sorry about that."

She didn’t like the response, it must have been bad, but even so, they could have given a few hints, “and what about your friend?”

“Oh, she’s Ray the SeaWing, other than being super excited all the time, she is normal, ” Mizo said, “they’re my friend.”

“Hmm, alright,” Poseidra said, she was unsure of what to think of these dragons at the moment, so she took the safer option of not trusting them.

She looked around the hut as best as she could, mapping out where everything was. There was a lot of medical supplies and a map of Pyrrhia with a small point off the east coast, probably where the island was. There were also some herbs hanging from the ceiling, probably drying.

And then there were a few cots on either side of the hut. It seemed to only have one room. It must be cramped with three dragons.

"I got some food!" came Ray's voice, "hope you don't mind seagull, I haven't fished in quite some time."

"That's because you don't bother to go out far enough," Mizo replied, voice filled with humor, "even though you’re still a SeaWing, and it’s plenty safe for you."

So far they weren't like Karasu, which was good.

"So, you're the dragons who helped me?" Poseidra asked.

"Yeah, although Mizo did most of the healing," Ray said, walking in with a dead black and white bird in her talons.

"You carried them here," Mizo said, "I wouldn't have even known they were dying."

"Um," Poseidra said, "why? I'm just some random hybrid."

"We'd do the same for any dragon," Ray said, "if we had the space… and resources."

"Heh, yeah, this is the first time we could do this, to be honest, you’re the first dragon we’ve helped so far,” Mizo said, “And we probably won’t be able to help other dragons.”

She watched the two dragons as they slowly forgot she was there due to their conversation. They sure were talkative, it was like they didn’t speak to other dragons, and they probably didn’t, after all, she had seen how dangerous looking dragons were treated, and Mizo didn’t exactly look docile.

“Um, I’m still here,” Poseidra reminded them, “and uhh, can I get up?”

“Right right!” Ray said, handing her the seagull, “not right now, your wounds are still way too fresh, if you open them, you could bleed out, and I imagine that isn’t fun.”

“Yeah, it is not easy to put dragons back together,” Mizo said.

“There!” Ray said, looking pretty happy, “woo! She lives!”

She didn’t want to stay here that much, but, then again, she really didn’t have anywhere else to go.

Three days passed before Ray let her get up, despite Mizo’s reluctance (“It’s too soon!” they had said).

“Yeah, this is actually the second time I dodged death,” Poseidra admitted, “last time I wasn’t in as bad of a condition.”

“Yeah,” Ray chuckled a bit, “nothing much worse than a slash to the neck, body, and face.”

Poseidra shivered, she thought Karasu had just done one slash, but she should have expected that from Karasu.

“Woa, are you alright?” Ray asked, her smile a bit sadder, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone shiver that bad, maybe you shouldn’t have gotten up just yet.”

“No, no, I’m good,” Poseidra assured, she didn’t want to lay down again, “just a bad memory.”

“Oh, I won’t pry,” Ray said, “it’s your past, you’ll share if/when you’re ready.”

“Yep, after all, you didn’t pry into why I look like this,” Mizo said, “a lot of dragons are too pushy on that info.”

She looked at the dragons in front of her, they looked kind of down, a face that didn’t belong on such cheery dragons.

“Off the topic of bad pasts,” Poseidra said, “where is my armor?”

“Oh, we put that up,” Mizo said, “we needed to make sure we didn’t miss any wounds, and it was in the way.”

“We also cleaned it, it had blood and dirt all over it!” Ray said, “we didn’t want to make an injured dragon clean armor on top of recovering.”

“Geeze, I don’t know how to repay you two,” Poseidra said, they’d saved her, cleaned her armor, and kept her in top shape.

“Don’t worry about it!” Ray said, “it’s not necessary, the most I’d ask is maybe for you to go hunting with us, it’s hard for us to support three dragons.”

"Uhh, that makes sense, I guess," Poseidra said, "so I guess I should stay for a bit, maybe I can at LEAST help you restock the supplies I used."

"Yep!" Ray said, "it'll be nice to have a new face around here! Mizo can even teach you to fish!"

"No I can't!" Mizo interjected, "remember? I fish differently, and way too far out."

"No, we aren't going to hand over Poseidra to you!" Came Ray's voice.

She watched as the two dragons by her forgot about her again in her conversation. She thought about how weird it was that three dragons had saved her life in one year. Geeze, if she ever returned to the HiveWings, she'd have quite the story to tell… minus some details.

She walked back to Mizo and Ray's hut with some fish. She had gone out quite some time ago. But as she got closer she noticed something. Ray could be heard from where she was, and they sounded very angry. Something she hadn't heard before from the very cheerful dragon.

"Yeah! She's not a piece of gold I can buy, sell, and trade, she's a dragon," came Mizo's voice.

"Why not, I gave you an offer most wouldn't turn down," came a dreaded voice, Karasu, Poseidra should have guessed that she would send out scouts. She wasn't dumb, "I can fix you, you could return to society."

"There is no reason to look normal if on the inside I'm a monster!" Mizo yelled.

"Listen, this is a one time offer, SeaWing," Karasu hissed, "most would kill to look normal, what you are doing isn't half as bad."

"No! Now!" yelled Ray, her voice more of a snarl, "get off our island and leave us and Poseidra alone!"

"I'll be back, but, you," Karasu said, "consider my offer, after all, I'll be back."

She assumed Karasu had left after that and decided to walk over then.

"Hey," Poseidra said, she kind of didn't believe that they had stood up against Karasu of all dragons, or maybe Karasu being around her had some effect on how she viewed the BásClaw.

"Hi Poseidra, how much did you hear?" Ray asked, her voice smaller now that the dragon trying to take Poseidra was gone. She no longer needed to seem bigger than she was.

"I heard Karasu's offer, and your reactions," Poseidra admitted, not realizing she had dropped Karasu's name.

"Karasu? Poseidra, do you know that dragon?" Mizo asked.

"Uhh, yeah, but I'm not ready to tell it," Poseidra said, "I doubt I'll ever be ready to tell it, it wasn't exactly easy."

"Hmm, how about, if you tell what you can say," Ray suggested, "me and Mizo can tell you our story."

She looked up, she hadn't expected that to be suggested. But she wanted to know what had made Mizo the way they were, "sure, I guess I can try to retell it, but if I stop or info seems to be redacted, don’t push for more."

“Yep,” Mizo said, “just start when you’re ready.”

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The ballad of the purple dragon and the blue lion (The purple Dragon part 2)

TW: war, swords, blood, someone almost dying (I tried to make it as light as possible, but you know, sometimes is not possible)

Of the many things you asked her to do, Handong had been able to only do one, which was not forgetting you. You were all over her head, thinking about those days she spent with you, and somehow her heart wouldn't stop beating at the memories.

It was the third day of her being captive, and you had taken the shackles on her feet, inviting her for a walk around the castle. It was then when she realized where she was, in the keep of the dragon, one of the vacant castles ever since the times of the war with the old tyrant. Yet, it seemed like it was full of life, even more lively than her own castle.

"See? It's not that hard to be around you when you're not trying to rip my throat apart. You're actually even a good companion." You had told her, carrying a small teasing smirk that made her heart skip a bit. "I guess I can say I've been able to tame the beast."

"Says the one who kidnapped a prince." Handong couldn't help but fight back, scoffing at the laugh you let out.

"You're always a fighter... I like that."

She couldn't help but blush at that, as if you were there telling her those words. She knew she had some kind of feelings for you, some that she was willing to ignore as you were always trying to usurp the throne. Handong could say she hated you more than she liked you, but after that week she spent with you, she wasn't so sure anymore. She was used to seeing you so much as a rival that she didn't know how to see you anymore, now that you had revealed your intentions.

It was true, her family wasn't particularly kind to magic users, after all, they saw them as dark magic waiting the right time to explode. But you didn't use dark magic on her after you caught her, if something, you saw people coming for her when someone got sick, or when their crops were suddenly dead, or if a witch couldn't control their powers. Of course, there were some who searched for hexes and poison, but it was all part of the same.

"There is no such thing as dark or light magic, magic doesn't work by the mundane laws of moral. Magic is magic, and each witch decides what do they do with their gift." You had explained her one night muttering a small enchantment before a pot was brought by magic. "Look at those flowers, they're pretty, ye?" Another muttering went by, and the plant suddenly started to die. "See? That is magic." You muttered once again, and the plant came back to life "And that's magic too. Both from the same magic, but with different uses."

She hadn't been able to understand it then, but only now, having known you more, was that she understood what you were trying to tell her. And the more she read the book you gave her, the more she understood why you and her became enemies on the first place.

The Shang dynasty went back to even before the kingdom was born, and they had been on the throne from the first time it had ever been a throne to sit on, even to the point of marrying some well respected families she knew now, even marrying people from her own dynasty... Those who had been banned from the family from different reasons, those who weren't talked about in books, and neither were there any stories about them. And it all came to a part of history she thought she knew well.

A hundred and fifty eight years ago, the King Shang Baoqiang, was slain during a protest of noble houses who were against the magic they possessed. They deemed them too dangerous, as they were too powerful, so he and his family were murdered... Or so they thought. The truth was that the two youngest children got out of the castle with some servants, and only the oldest decided to stay to fight. From the two youngest, the family blood kept running, as they married and had children, and those children had children. Y/N was none other than the youngest child of the blood of the youngest son of the dead king, a king Handong was taught to hate.

She was taught that his real name was Wang Baoqiang had gone mad with power, that his magic made him too powerful, so he became a tyrant. The books Handong had read said that there was no heir of him, that anyone who claimed to be his family was only using it as a pretext to start a war. But you never spoke about your royal blood. Not even once on those ten years you spent trying to get the throne, you had even mentioned it... She barely even knew your name, she had only learned two days ago that you were Shang Y/N, and even less time happened since she learned that your family was the one supposed to be on the throne. She had spent so much time praising his grandfather and his great grandfather for freeing the kingdom of the tyranny, that she never even questioned herself it was like they said.

Of course, now the revolts made sense, and how the witches all over the kingdom went against them without a second thought. Maybe she should've thought about it a bit more, and then she would've realized that there had to be a reason for it. But she couldn't do anything about the past, but of course, she could change the future.

Or she would be, some day, when the gates weren't closed and the guards weren't on high alert all the time. After all, her being kidnapped had been a huge scare for the king and queen, as Handong was the only heir they had. Even though she should feel the safest inside the castle, she felt like she was safer in the middle of nowhere with you by her side. Maybe it was the looming threat of your family coming for hers, or maybe the fact that knowing you were one of the most powerful witches in the world, you would be able to protect her at any cost, no matter what she was facing against.

But you wouldn't be able to do so, as your parents had caught up on your intentions, so you were thrown in dungeon of the very same castle you grew up, tied up with chains that clawed to your skin, now full of bruises and cuts. But it wasn't the worse part, you knew that any physical pain inflicted was only a child's game, but that pain was the only one you couldn't hide, so it was the one they used mostly. Of course, there were times where your brain was used as a toy, and multiple spells were used on you, with the worst one being those where you saw Handong dead on the throne, and her blood was pooling in it, and around.

You remember seeing her for the first time at sixteen, on the throne room, young as you were, but never showing fear. You were also a rookie contending the crown, you were just someone else on the troops led by your father and your older siblings, but you were the only one able to get close to overthrow the Han dynasty, the one who has gotten the closest ever since your great grandfather had died. You two had fought against each other for the first time there, or you did the best to fight, as you were in a trance thanks to her beauty. Maybe it was your biggest flaw, and the reason you had never wanted to push through the whole overthrowing the Han dynasty, as there would probably be no other chance to see her again, and you lived for those moments, even if most of the time swords were on each other's throats and spells were casted against her. At the end of the day, with the both of you full of bruises, you turn yourself into a crow and escape from the castle, happy to have seen her once again, and happy to accept a defeat just to try once again. And you had tried many times since then, as your family saw that you were the only one who has been so close to getting the throne back. You had been trying for ten years, or what your family called trying, as you only saw it as an opportunity to see her again.

Maybe that was the reason you kept her for a week, because you knew it was going to be the last time you saw her, as one of you would die by the third moon, and you could only hope it was you. It was clear as glass that if they didn't succeed it was because of what you did, so you would be punished for that failure. You were happy though, as you would have a few days, maybe weeks, if they were imprisoned, until your death. Yet, by the time they left, a strange sense of despair took you over... What if they succeed?

They got into the castle with help, a young guard who had magic helped them, no resistance, no war... Until they needed distraction. The troops attacked while the Shang family was already inside, and the guards scrambled around thinking the enemy was trying to get in, only a few staying with the royal family. It was a matter of time until they got them right where they wanted it.

It didn't matter, in the end, because they had left you thinking you'd be dead sooner or later, as they weren't planning on ever coming back to the castle you were in, if you were honest, you didn't even know how you broke free, the only thing you knew was that you were driven by the need to protect Handong, which you would do. You got to the castle only hours after they did, and you're not sure how you did it, as you were badly injured, but you were back, carrying the sword Handong had carried two weeks ago to get you killed, or to defend herself, you weren't sure. Getting inside the castle was easy, as war was raging both outside and inside, and finding both families was easier, knowing they would be on the throne room. But inside the room, you were about to watch Handong's execution, if it wasn't because you could be faster than that.

Handong was sure her fate was sealed. She was sure she was going to die, and she wouldn't see you again, and she wouldn't get to see you and tell you that she only now realized that she had fallen for you even if she shouldn't, because she was supposed to hate you. She was sure that you would've laughed if you knew, you would've told her that because you had told her that your family was going to try to kill her, it didn't mean that you had feelings for her too. At one moment, she had accepted her death, but the next second... Smoke, and someone suddenly starting to form from that smoke while the sound of a sword clattering was heard.

"I didn't think you'd be giving up so easily, prince. Now pick up your goddamned sword and start fighting back" You said while everyone looked at her without being able to believe it.

Of course, seeing you out of all people, bruised and fighting for her, was a shock even for your family, who wasn't expecting to even see you out of the castle, and you all used that against them. You were still outnumbered, as your whole family has gone that day for the war, and they were quite the number, but you were able to give them some time until the guards, alerted by the sight of you, went into the throne room. Fighting with both magic and swords, you were able to help to reduce their numbers greatly, and while you weren't happy to do that to your family, you knew they would kill you if they had the chance, so you fought back. You fought back, until you had the still alive family on their knees, begging for mercy as they were caught by the royal guards, who's first reaction after the battle was over was to also get you on your knees so you could get shackles on your hands.

"Let her go" Handong was quick to tell the guards, earning a look from everyone. "She fought with us, I think she's redeemed by that, she had the blood of her family on her hands."

Still, the guards didn't move, thinking that she might be under the effects of some spell.

"My daughter has talked, let her go." The queen spoke, earning a nod and your shackles being removed. But not content with that, the queen walked to you, making you close your eyes waiting for something bad to happen to you, but she only smiled at you. "All your crimes will be forgiven, you are given a chance to start again. You choose if we will have to see each other again like this, or if you will do a change for good."

You opened your eyes to look at her, then you looked at Handong, and finally looked down. You knew that you could still fight for what was rightfully yours, but seeing the blood spilled, and knowing that you caused it for years... Maybe it was time to retire.

"I only seek to keep the family castle, we won't be seeing each other again, your majesty." You said before being let go by the guards.

"Actually I... I have a preposition to make, to Y/N. I wish to speak alone with her."

Everyone looked at her, both surprised and confused, yet she didn't care about it, as she grabbed your hand and walked away from everyone as if they weren't in the middle of war. But war was subsiding, there was no war inside the castle, and all the injured man was taken to the infirmary and death people was being taken to the crypts. But you and her found your way to the library, where she made you sit down.

"I think an alliance would be the best we can do. If it's not you, someone else will be leading the rebellions, and blood will be shed even if we are not part of it." She quickly said, looking for the book you gave her. "You are the Queen the rebels want, and I am the Queen other people want, so we should come to a middle ground to ensure this won't happen again."

"Then, go ahead and make a proposal, I am open to accept anything." You said, knowing that her words were true.

"Marry you. By that both the old Shang dynasty and the Han dynasty will be united, bringing both sides to peace. I know that it would be also counterproductive, as we wouldn't be able to have a heir, but we can sort that out, I just think that-"

"Is this the way you have to tell me you're in love with me, Prince Han?" You asked in a teasing tone, wondering if you should accept and pretend to not be in love with her just for the sake of playing with her, or if you should just tell her how you feel. "I'll accept your proposal, whatever it's the case. Under one condition, though."

She watched you get up from your seat, and walk to her, with her hands still on the book.

"And what might be that condition?" Handong asked, not being able to hide the trembling on her voice.

"That you'll love me until the day we die."

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