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cherry-pop-elf · 21 days

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hiya, i was wondering if you could make a headcanon sorta thing with the weasleys and them realising they’re in love with reader

Gasp, that sounds so fluffy. I MUST!

Weasley siblings the moment they realize that they are in love

Warnings: Only really for Bill honesty. I have to make it from his werewolf wounds. So medical gore warning. Bullying as well, with some scared Ron. Because it will involve spiders.

William ‘Bill’

The moment his working eye was able to focus, he was able to see you. See you there. You were fast asleep next to him. Curled up in his side, with your arms tucked in on yourself. That way you wouldnt mess with his bandages and wounds. He was in so much pain, and could hardly breath, but you were there. He was able to see your hands were slightly red, seeming to be irritated. Thats when he noticed the bowl of water on his bedside table. Along with a bloody rag. You must have been busy with washing his fresh wounds, while he was knocked out. You were taking care of him, until you needed sleep as well. That warmed him, as he was clearly taken care of. Especially given where he was. The Wolf Ward. A place for people suffering werewolfism are stayed. People tied to beds, chained, hooked to IV's, near death, already dead, so many cases. Yet.....Here you were. You stayed. You stayed, made sure he was taken care of, and made sure he wasnt alone. You loved him. Loved him so much, despite the risks. Even as far as sleeping in the same bed as him. That was when he knew it. Knew he was in love. His breathing was able to move easier, as he wrapped his arm around you. Hurt like hell, but worth it. Worth it, as he was able to see you smile.

Charlie

"What?” He blinked, as he stared out his bedroom window. Looking down to see you there. “You heard me. I’ll cause a distraction. I know you are packed. Go on and go-!” You called, as he was jaw dropped. He had been arguing with his mother for ages about this. Molly didn’t want him to have such a dangerous job. But of course precious golden child Bill got to be a curse breaker. One would argue is even more dangerous. Despite the letters of people wanting him to work in Romania, his mother refused. Over and over again. Seems like someone had other plans. You. You knew this could be the last time you see him, but you just couldn’t let him rot away in England. So, you hatched a plan. You would distract Molly, and give him enough time to sneak into the fireplace and get to Romania. “You are bloody insane….I like that-“ Charlie had to smile, as you would run around to the front of the house. Leaving Charlie to make sure he was properly packed. While he made sure his dragon hide gloves were inside, he could hear you knocking the front door. The familiar creaks of his mother leaving her room, and heading to the front door. He tossed his bag over his shoulder, and hurried down the stairs. “Where is the floo-?” He hissed. Of course she would hide it. Making sure he couldn’t sneak off. Course, you were smart enough to think ahead. “Oh come in. I’ll fix you something. Poor thing out in the late night cold. Come on-“ The moment she stepped to the kitchen, you ran over to him. Handing him your bag of floo. “Go go-“ You whispered, as he stared into your eyes. His heart never felt so full. “Better promise to visit-“ And before you knew it, he was kissing you. Kissing you goodbye. You were dazzed, only to snap back when the flash of green of the fire place echoed. “What was that-?!” Molly called. “NOTHING-!” You squeaked, with your face flushed. Left Charlie in a sappy smile, as his new chapter begun. With you in it.

Percy

“Leave him alone!” Percy heard you shout, as he was currently being dangled from his ankle. For being a prefect, he sure did not get treated as such. Was ambushed by a gaggle of Slytherins, younger then him no less, and now he was up in the air. Unable to grab his wand, as he just did not have the core strength. Another taunt at him. “Oh? What will you do if we don’t?” A bully asked, as you kept your fists tight. Percy didn’t want you to fight for him, but you were willing to even though you knew you would lose. And lose you did. Hard. Least in the chaos, Percy was able to escape. Running off to get a teacher, and catching them red handed. Needless to say, suspension will not be to light. Now, there you two were. Sitting in the medical wing. Both sharing a bed, as you two sat together. “You didn’t have to-“ He muttered, as he fidgeted with his bandages. “Yeah I did. Someone’s gotta. Bill and Charlie were busy.” You tried to play off, before you felt his hand holding yours. “Still. Pretty stupid…” He grumbled, but you returned the hand holding. “Someone’s gotta be stupid, so you don’t have a stick up your butt.” You smiled, as he rested his head on your shoulder. Comforted, and at peace.

Fred

“Wicked-“ Fred whispered, as the two of you were huddled together. Hidden away in a corner of the Three Broom Sticks, as you two were bonding over the map. Able to just people watch so happily. George had been given detention, and Fred was able to have a reassuring comfort in seeing him on the map. Knowing he wasn’t anywhere dangerous, given what happened to Ginny. It also was comforting to be sitting with someone as well. The two of you just snuggled in the tavern, during a winters day. It was soft. Different from the normal madness he’s used to. It’s different, and he liked different. Different also meant a change in habits. Such as feeling you rest your head on his shoulder. Trying to snuggle closer, to get more warmth. He couldn’t help it, as he wrapped his arm around you. Just you cuddling, and oblivious, as you watched the map. So curious by it, as he was more fascinated by you now. Taking advantage of how distracted you were. Maybe quiet moments were nice. Couldn’t help but rest his head against yours, and take in your scent. A quiet moment. A moment to think, and he was thinking hard. Maybe he wanted more quiet moments like this. Couldn’t help his smile, as you pointed at a name on the map. Making up some speculation on why they were there at this time. Had him laugh, and just melt into the moment. Yeah. He wanted more of this.

George

“George George Georgie Georgie Georgie-!” You just wouldn’t stop shouting, as you were soon crashing into him. Right when he left the shop he was in. Having been helping his younger siblings with getting school supplies. “Hey-! Who says I’m George-?!” He joked, as you didn’t let go. “Because you are actually nice-!” You tease, as he was hugging you back. “Also you have a mole on your neck, Fred doesn’t-“ You whispered. That had him blink, as he reached to said neck. “Ha-! Made you look-!” You giggled so deviously, before he pushed you away. He was cackling though. “You got me, I won’t lie-!” He snorted, as you two were just in giggles. It was so nice. He liked to laugh, and sometimes laughter from someone who wasn’t identical to you was nice. You felt as natural to laugh with as Fred. That’s something special. You don’t come across that easy. He knew you were special, and that simple moment was nice. “George-! Help-!” Ginny called, as she struggled with her supplies. “Coming Gin Gin-!” He would hurry over, with you in toe. Instantly helping, all the same. He couldn’t stop his smile, as he watched you help Ginny out. Shit, he was in love. And he knew it.

Ron

“HELP-! PLEASE! SOMEONE-!” Ron was screaming bloody murder, as he was cowering in the corner of the stone corridor of the courtyard. A decently large spider was keeping him trapped on a bench, and trying to hide his body as much as he could in the corner. He was in tears, as he was trying to hide from the spider. Luckily, you could hear him. “IM COMING RON-!” You shouted, as you ran across the stones. Coming into view, and seeing what was distressing him. He was already expecting you to yell at him for being such a baby about it. You didn’t, but instead you focused on getting the spider away. You pulled out your wand, and remembered what Hermione taught you both. “Wingardium Leviosa-“ You called, and lifted the spider into the air. You then made sure to make as much distance from Ron as you could, and let it escape into the wild. Other side of the courtyard, and outside a window. That way it would return to the forest. Once done, you hurried back. Quick to hold Ron. “It’s ok, it was a big spider. Spiders can be pretty dangerous.” You comforted. Not teasing him, or calling him a baby. Not making fun of him, but actually took his fear seriously. The relief was in his tears, as he held you back. Holding you tightly, as you pet his hair. You understood it was a fear, and fears were serious. He was so relieved. You were his hero, and he owed you for it. His guardian Angel. “Thank you-“ He hiccuped, as you kissed his head. “You would have done the same, shush.” You tease, as you didn’t discount that he can be brave. That was the kicker that sparked something inside of him. He was smiling, as you held him. For as long as he needed. You cared about him, and he was sure caring about you.

Ginny

“Do you think I’ll ever become a Quidditch player-?” Ginny asked you, as you two were busy in class. Was History Of Magic, with Professor Binns. Boring as hell, so it wasn’t like you two were paying attention. “Yeah, doubting yourself?” You asked, as she played with her Quill. “Maybe…” She mumbled, before plopping her head on the table. Ever since that incident in the chambers, she got depressed far easier. Bill said that’s often a side effect of being involved with a long term curse, or being exposed to a Horcrux. Curse breaker stuff, so you didn’t really focus on it. Well, until Ginny needed help. She needed a cheerleader, and like hell you wouldn’t grab your Pom Pom’s and cheer. “You’ll be an amazing Qudditch player. I know it. The best even! You’ll make history.” You beam, as she watched you. Unable to really hear you, as she sighed. So, you did what you’ve seen her brothers do. You hugged her, and refused to let go. “Get off me-“ She whined, but you refused. “I shall suffocate you, until you say uncle-“ You warned, before she started to giggle at you. “Seriously, stop-“ She pleaded, but was giggling away. “Not until you say you are the best quidditch player ever. I mean it, I’m stubborn-“ You warned, as she threw her hands up in defeat. “I yield I yield. I shall be better than the likes of Viktor Krum, even-“ She spoke with sarcasm, but it’s a step. “Nope, you gotta mean it.” You refused, as she giggled again. “Eh, you’re comfy.” She retaliated, as you two ended up in a cuddle bundle. She was able to smile, and mean it. Was hard to do, since that incident. She liked it. Liked how you were able to do it so easy for her. Had her heart all a flutter. Guess that’s another thing she will need to ask her older brothers about. What to do when someone gives you butterflies?

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choccy-milky · 3 months

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Status update on the dark relic nsfw comic please ma'am 🙏 my family is dying

ITS DONE!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉...well, the DRAWING part is as of yesterday BAHAHA. now im just adding all the dialogue/speech bubbles/sfx, SO ITS DEFINITELY GONNA BE SOON!! DEFS BY THIS WEEKEND!! ive just been very nitpicky on the font which i cant decide on LMAO and im also nitpicky abt other final touches LOL. i didnt wanna show anymore cuz ive already shown so much but HERES THE FINAL SNEAK PEEK

and speaking of fonts, i normally use handwriting by jeremy paz!

oh man its so random, but i either use the name lumi or clora for everything whenever i play rpgs (baldurs gate 3, dragon age, you name it) and clora originated from rune factory 4 LOL. theres a character named 'clorica' and i really liked that name, it sounds so elegant and fantasy ish, so i eventually just shortened it to clora bahaha. now its my go-to. i like how simple it is but it also sounds unique and works in modern AND fantasy settings, imo

my first and ONLY playthrough was as clora! i originally did try to make myself at the start, but i have short brown hair and straight across bangs, and they didnt have a style that felt 'me', so i went with just making a ravenclaw that i liked, and then gave her my go-to name of clora HAHA. and yea, i built up her and sebs relationship in my head as i was playing, especially with all the running around the castle i did. i just liked to imagine her constantly out of breath and flushed and seb just watching like ....🧍girl chill...

AND SPEAKING OF MY DARK RELIC COMIC/SMUT, my biggest advice for writing smut id say is to have a reasoning behind it, i guess? i focus a lot on their headspace/WHY they're fucking at that moment when i write it LOL instead of just the movements/sex for the sake of sex. in your case, the sexual tension leading up to the first time gives you SO much to work with, since you can just be in his head with how much hes looking forward to it, how much hes savouring it, how he's also nervous but enjoying it and trusting the other person, etc. the thoughts are hotter than the actual deed a lot of the times (which is why when clora and seb did it for the first time it ended up being like, 15k words of just foreplay and build up from sebs perspective LMAOO) so yeah id just try to focus on their emotions and desires if you can! and a lot of the times with consent stuff it CAN feel forced, and you dont even really need your characters to talk about that stuff verbally, at least not too much. you can do it in body language, or just something as simple as 'ill stop if you want'. it doesnt have to be a long therapist-like conversation about consent, which CAN tend to sound a little awkward and unrealistic (esp in the heat of the moment), if thats the problem you're having. HOPE I COULD HELP

also i love this for you and for me. YES GO ON AND MAKE A BUNCH OF CLORA CLONES, I COMMAND IT👉👉👉

and last but not least the most important question. honestly i like plain sweets a lot with no icing/filling. im a slut for shortbread cookies and also just plain glazed donuts. and also custard/portugese/egg tarts, which i also forced clora to like in my fic HAHA. IF YOU HAVENT HAD THEM YOU HAVE TO, THEYRE SO GOOD😩😩💖💖

#ask #also the uncensored ver of the dark relic comic is gonna be on twitter but its gonna be slightly censored on poipiku #cuz of japanese laws i have to censor some parts of seb and cloras bits LMAO #though ive seen other western artists use poipiku and not bother with the censoring so maybe i wont?? idk if i wanna risk it tho LOL.#im just still confused on what parts even need censoring #the censor bar placements always just seem so useless imo LMAO #but ya ill probs censor it to be safe since i uploaded uncensored smut before on pixiv and it got taken down immediately oop #SO YEAH. FOR NO BLACK BAR CENSORED VERSION YOULL NEED TO GET A TWITTER IM SORRY

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thelustybraavosimaid · 5 months

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I want to specifically talk about book!Jon here because I'm pretty sure this person doesn't know a goddamn thing about Jon in the books or his personality to even remotely reach this conclusion. I'm, quite frankly, confused at this response. So I'd like to provide some quotes:

I would need to steal her if I wanted her love, but she might give me children. I might someday hold a son of my own blood in my arms. A son was something Jon Snow had never dared dream of, since he decided to live his life on the Wall. I could name him Robb. (Jon XII, ASoS)

If a child was something Jon had always wanted, as is clearly stated here, why would he force Ygritte to get rid of his own kid?

Let's not pretend like he doesn't love her, either. Was the beginning of their relationship dubious? Absolutely. But he did love her:

"Yes." His voice was thick. "First we'll live."

She grinned at that, showing Jon the crooked teeth that he had somehow come to love. Wildling to the bone, he thought again, with a sick sad feeling in the pit of his stomach. He flexed the fingers of his sword hand, and wondered what Ygritte would do if she knew his heart. (Jon V, ASoS)

Ygritte was much in his thoughts as well. He remembered the smell of her hair, the warmth of her body...and the look on her face as she slit the old man's throat. You were wrong to love her, a voice whispered. You were wrong to leave her, a different voice insisted.

...

"Who is Ygritte?" Donal Noye asked pointedly.

"A woman of the free folk." How could he explain Ygritte to them? She's warm and smart and funny and she can kiss a man or slit his throat. "She's with Styr, but she's not...she's young, only a girl, in truth, wild, but she..." She killed an old man for building a fire. His tongue felt thick and clumsy. The milk of the poppy was clouding his wits. "I broke my vows with her. I never meant to, but..." It was wrong. Wrong to love her, wrong to leave her... (Jon VI, ASoS)

And he did mourn her.

Though Maester Aemon said his wound was healing well, Jon bore other scars, deeper than the ones around his eye. He grieves for his wildling girl, and for his brothers. (Samwell IV, ASoS)

She stood beneath the scorched stones of the Lord Commander's Tower, cloaked in darkness and in memory. The light of the moon was in her hair, her red hair kissed by fire. When he saw that, Jon's heart leapt into his mouth. "Ygritte," he said. (Jon VI, ADwD)

It goes without saying that Jon is one of the most progressive protagonists in the series. He:

•despises rape,

•advocates for those perceived "weaker" for not fitting the typical Westerosi gender standards (i.e. Sam and Satin),

•breaks the mould of Night's Watch traditions for hundreds of years by allowing freefolk men and women ages twelve and up to join.

Jon Snow values bodily autonomy.

Moreover:

Burning dead children had ceased to trouble Jon Snow; live ones were another matter. Two kings to wake the dragon. The father first and then the son, so both die kings. The words had been murmured by one of the queen's men as Maester Aemon had cleaned his wounds. Jon had tried to dismiss them as his fever talking. Aemon had demurred. "There is power in a king's blood," the old maester had warned, "and better men than Stannis have done worse things than this." The king can be harsh and unforgiving, aye, but a babe still on the breast? Only a monster would give a living child to the flames. (Jon I, ADwD)

Once outside and well away from the queen’s men, Val gave vent to her wroth. "You lied about her beard. That one has more hair on her chin than I have between my legs. And the daughter…her face…"

"Greyscale."

"The grey death is what we call it."

"It is not always mortal in children."

"North of the Wall it is. Hemlock is a sure cure, but a pillow or a blade will work as well. If I had given birth to that poor child, I would have given her the gift of mercy long ago."

This was a Val that Jon had never seen before. "Princess Shireen is the queen’s only child."

"I pity both of them. The child is not clean.”

"If Stannis wins his war, Shireen will stand as heir to the Iron Throne."

"Then I pity your Seven Kingdoms."

"The maesters say greyscale is not—"

"The maesters may believe what they wish. Ask a woods witch if you would know the truth. The grey death sleeps, only to wake again. The child is not clean!"

"She seems a sweet girl. You cannot know—"

"I can. You know nothing, Jon Snow.” Val seized his arm. “I want the monster out of there. Him and his wet nurses. You cannot leave them in that same tower as the dead girl.”

Jon shook her hand away. "She is not dead."

"She is. Her mother cannot see it. Nor you, it seems. Yet death is there." She walked away from him, stopped, turned back. "I brought you Tormund Giantsbane. Bring me my monster."

"If I can, I will.”

"Do. You owe me a debt, Jon Snow.”

Jon watched her stride away. She is wrong. She must be wrong. Greyscale is not so deadly as she claims, not in children. (Jon XI, ADwD)

Not to mention the conversation he has with Tormund:

"You are a free man now, and Ygritte is a free woman. What dishonor if you lay together?"

"I might get her with child."

"Aye, I'd hope so. A strong son or a lively laughing girl kissed by fire, and where's the harm in that?"

Words failed him for a moment. "The boy...the child would be a bastard."

"Are bastards weaker than other children? More sickly, more like to fail?"

"No, but—"

"You're bastard-born yourself. And if Ygritte does not want a child, she will go to some woods witch and drink a cup o' moon tea. You do not come into it, once the seed is planted."

"I will not father a bastard."

Tormund shook his shaggy head. "What fools you kneelers be. Why did you steal the girl if you don't want her?"

"Steal? I never..." (Jon II, ASoS)

So with that in mind, why would he force a woman of the freefolk — a group of people he had come to appreciate, and his first love — to drink moon tea? If she wanted to, she'd do it herself. But he would not force her. That is not how the freefolk work and Jon knows it.

#asoiaf #ramble

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swearyshera · 8 months

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Advance apology for the long ask in a likely sea of 'em. A lot of people talk about wishing they could experience something they love again for the first time, this series was genuinely as close to that as I've ever felt. Just given the span of time my attention flucuated on and off but once the latter half of s4/s5 began my attention was absolutely nailed to your feed. Its up with Dragon Ball Z Abridged as parody series that become so dramatically effective they become a valid or definitive way to experience the series. Goddamned sensational.

Your portrayals of the characters soar. They provide a hilarious, cruder take on each that still cuts right to the soul of who these people are and lays it bare, which I think is the mission of any good-natured parody. Adora, Catra, Glimmer, Scorpia, Bow, Prime etc. There is not one that does not shine. It tackled a ton of issues and misgivings I had about canon, and even elevated or clarified many scenes and arcs through addressing them a more direct fashion. You took full advantage of not having to dress up and dance around the dark subjects canon was sort of doomed to handle inadequately given its age bracket and thematic priorities. Many scenes were jawdropping. Ive raved about it before, but your scene with Glimmer actually talking about her mom with Catra still leaves me gobsmacked every time I reread it. Your big moments towards the finale btwn Adora and Catra are obviously sublime and tie their wonderful arc off fantastically, but in my heart of hearts that cell talk will be the crown jewel of this project. Loved seeing the LGBT message take center stage in way canon had to hold back. To paraphrase Tolkien, I'm can't count myself among those gifted people, and youve def got a target audience in mind, but if youve ever worried if your stories resonate on a quote unquote "more universal" level, I promise you can put those worries to bed. Since becoming an adult ive intentionally sought out more and more queer-inclusive/created stories and I havent regretted it a bit, and the rising tide of fascist sexist/homo/transphobic bile in politics gets more and more frightening. But I've also seen how strong and resilient LGBT people are in the face of it, empowering themselves in no small part thru stories like yours. Please don't ever give up on your art. The world needs artists like you. Sorry if I come off pretentious or condescending, I feel like that when I try to get everything I think out at once. I'll be among the first to come running if you ever start another project like this or make something on an even grander scale. Thank you a thousand times for this. Also writing a wholeass sitcom pilot based on an offhand quasi-joke I made is the most weirdly touching thing I think anyones ever done "for me" (at least nominally cuz of me), especially a stranger. So thank you for that too.

Aw, you'll make me cry, you know! I think you've understood everything I wanted to do with this strip (or at least, when I started thinking beyond just 'characters saying fuck'), and... yeah, it's been an incredible journey, both for the blog and for me personally.

I've always tried to keep the parody good-natured. You can often tell, particularly in parody, when the creator dislikes one particular character (I mean, Horde Prime was probably the exception here), but I love all of them, so it really comes from a place of love. It's quite odd because I never set out to "fix" the show, and I wouldn't want to, but some things I've done seem to have had such an impact that a lot of people think I have done just that.

The Glimmer/Catra conversation is absolutely one of my favourite things I've written from this. It's such a pivotal moment in both their stories and character development, and I am truly humbled that multiple people have called it 'better than canon'. Like... I'm just some person trying to be funny and occasionally serious, and people are saying something I wrote is better than what a team of experienced professional writers did? Give over, no... But it's still a moment I can be proud of.

I won't be stopping writing things. This whole blog has given me a new lease of life and something to aim towards. I've got an excellent pilot script pretty much finished, and I do want to bring Hellspawn up to that standard too (thank you for suggesting someone make a Sweary Frosta sitcom - I'm someone!). That may well involve a complete re-write, but I'll be sure to share it.

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for your kind words along the way. It really keeps me going :)

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britcision · 1 year

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Alright my lovelies, despite my Dragon Age distractions it is still WIP Wednesday and I still have snacks for you!

Today we shall be snacking on BRUCE! 😈

Things have picked right up again with this chapter since I’ve changed a couple scenes to Harley’s POV but I am gonna let it run long to make sure we get all the way through Croc so I can close the door on that lil side quest

The final chapter miiiight need to be posted in two parts, which I don’t like doing but then the next one after I get to boop back to the Ghost Zone, so we’ll see!

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A Good Excuse To Be A Bad Influence iv

Pulling himself slowly from sleep just a little past noon, Bruce had to admit he was feeling better. The headache had dulled to a low throb but he felt clearer.

More aware of himself, and after a glass of water, more like he could take on the day.

It was far from his first concussion and he was well used to navigating the symptoms over the next few days. So long as he didn’t get any serious memory loss he wasn’t going to worry about it.

He had far more serious things to worry about, but even they seemed more manageable after almost nine hours of sleep.

Honestly… he wasn’t surprised that Jason hadn’t come to the cave. Hadn’t agreed to stay away from Danny when asked.

It had felt like a reasonable request at the time, like the bare minimum of common sense. But they didn’t have that kind of relationship anymore.

Jason didn’t trust him. Didn’t trust Bruce’s judgement, in how to deal with criminals or anything else.

Jason hadn’t been the boy who’d looked to Bruce with such trust, such wonder and awe, even before he’d died.

Sometimes Bruce wondered where he’d gone wrong.

But there was no use dwelling on the past. Bruce would like to re earn Jason’s trust some day, but he wouldn’t ignore their present relationship.

Jason wouldn’t trust that Danny was a danger to him without proof, so Bruce would find that proof, if it existed. Hopefully before Jason’s condition became proof itself.

The first and most obvious step would be to consult the Justice League Dark at today’s meeting, and then make arrangements for this doctor from the Infinite Realms.

He’d have to look into those laws Jason mentioned ahead of the meeting. Perhaps bring them up to Constantine, see how it might affect matters with the Infinite Realms.

A bitter part of him mused that he wouldn’t be surprised if the magician was completely unaware of most international laws, let alone the ones of the various lands he travelled, but still.

The man had been so adamant that the Infinite Realms were completely beyond their ability to handle. That they should cut and run at any cost.

Bruce could hardly imagine he’d be pleased that the US had apparently declared its inhabitants the targets of its newest genocide.

Of course, changing the laws and having them struck down would take time, but Bruce still hoped that the act of beginning might be enough.

Enough for him to visit Jason’s doctor in the Realms or some other neutral ground, since the doctor couldn’t come here.

Jason had said that he would be fine, not that he was already fine. Bruce wouldn’t have believed him if he had, not really; Jason hadn’t been fine since he’d been dunked in those damn pits.

Their poison had stuck with him far longer than anyone Bruce had ever heard of.

Hells, Bruce had had his own dunking. He could just barely remember the rage that had forced itself down his throat, into his lungs as he was brutally thrust back into the land of the living.

He had controlled it, had mastered it quickly, and now it was nothing more than a faint scrap of memory. Even that was still enough to grant his deepest sympathy to Jason’s struggles.

If the rage had never left him…

But no, he decided, going through his morning routine like he was still the young playboy Brucie who never showed his face before 3pm.

There was no point in indulging those thoughts either. He had mastered the pit’s fury, and it released him. For whatever reason, Jason hadn’t.

And now they all had to deal with the consequences.

Still, Bruce let himself hope for the future instead.

If his children were right, if Jason was right… if Danny or this mysterious doctor from the Infinite Realms could help him with the pit rage…

He might one day see that little boy again. The boy who looked at Bruce like he’d hung the stars, who could fly because Robin made him magic.

There was nothing in this world or any other that Bruce wouldn’t give to see Jason whole again. To see him happy.

The United States government were going to learn (again) what it meant to come between the Batman and the safety of his sons.

The Justice League’s meeting would be in another four hours. He had plenty of time to do some research and amend their presentation.

So long as Jason was right.

And speaking of Jason… there was just one other thing he’d like to do this morning. Heaving a sigh while he had the privacy of his room, Bruce pulled up his phone again.

He didn’t quite indulge himself as far as making a face as he punched in Constantine’s number, because concussed or not he was an adult. And he was going to need the man’s help.

Surely Jason wouldn’t object to a single check in with a trusted practitioner?

As the phone rang, Bruce once again cursed the circumstances that kept Zatanna off world. He was about 75% sure that Jason actually liked her.

But maybe the extent to which Constantine annoyed Bruce would also cheer him up.

The call went through, and Bruce snapped his wandering attention back. Maybe he’d take the rest of the day off after the meeting. Heal up a little more.

Alfred would be proud.

“Constantine. A moment of your time before the meeting?” It even sounded like a question, not a command. Sleep really had done him a world of good.

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Ive seen other people post their ISM ocs so why not add mine into the mix. Jerico Castro Aka The Blaze//The ember.

The weapon for this level is a Fire proof weighted blanket that Desmond uses to hug The Ember which is blaze's inner child

Set in a medieval/dream Core village with Woods, you would follow blaze around, evading the fireballs/Fire breath she throws at you (n trust me. They HURT). The player would need to follow the scorchmarks around and hug The Ember until she calms down and shows to the blaze that desmond is no danger towards them both.

The Blaze: represents my ocs impostor syndrome,anger issues and emotionally bad upbringing she had during their life, which had left her a raging Ball of anger and Fire.

The Ember: represents Jerico's acceptance of her issues and instead of keeping all her anger in, they let it go and move on with their life as a now uni student. Also represents her burnt out gifted kid side who is just so tired and could do with a good hard cry.

->Jerico Castro is genderfluid and Bisexual.

->The Flash and Rainbow seem to have an appreciation If not a crush on Blaze, and during the level you can see rainbow leaving flowers (sunflowers especially) for blaze to find, and you can even hear his lamenting when he realizes that giving a fireball a bunch of flammable flowers was not a good idea.

->this crush of rainbow is strictly reserved for rainbow himself. Desmond sees jerico as a patient ,having an almost mentor relationshipp because he doesnt want her to live what he lived as a fellow burnt out gifted kid.

->While chasing Blaze around youll see her walk to the edge of the forest to meet with Flash and hear them have a little chat, flash scoops her in his hands and since hes made of metal the Fire doesnt hurt him, his spotlight nuzzles the head of Blaze and he sets her back down to then dissapear back into the Woods.

->Her respective greek mythos is mainly a sphynx,though when angered she takes the attributes of an european dragon (wings,horns,tails And sharp teef)

->desmond would start in the cementery(seeing blaze bury her last psicologistp,then up to an art store, a record store where you see a small scene of Lucas and Jerico chatting over music and vinyls, then a mall (where you'd see her hang out with Sorrowful [@theallenshorefangirl oc] and the watcher) and finally end up in Blaze's house.

->Blaze was adopted by two family Friends of her Bio family, Raymond Castro and Eryz Bloom, which you see in her ending hugging her and leaving beautiful sunflowers instead of scorchmarks

->Shes an overworked animation uni student.

->her tape is between Lucas and the final boss, mainly because her arc mirrors Desmond's life when he was her age, its meant to represent desmond healing his past trauma by helping others who went through something similar as he did.

Tape: cw for mentions of someone dying of cancer,shitty family, anger issues and religion.

Desmond: so...what brings you here?

Jerico: anything and everything, ive had a rough life so far. Dont get me wrong! Ive had good and bad,but the bad is really bad (chuckles) but mainly? My last psicologist died of cancer...and I heard you were good so...here I am

Desmond: thats...awful im so sorry for your loss

Jerico: much appreciated, im and was raised catholic so...I Like to think shes up there in the clouds watching over me...but I felt like she was the only one that would stand up against my biological family, they were assholes you know? I could never be enough for them and i--(clenches fists, gets really tense)(sigh, body relaxes) sorry, sorry, I have anger issues and its hard sometimes

Desmond: dont worry, I know how that feels. I have to say that you seem to know yourself a lot

Jerico: wise beyond my years, I had time to look into myself even before I started therapy. I dread change but it comes naturally to my for some reason, im a whole can of worms, Mr.Wales

Desmond: desmond,please. And dont worry,im sure we'll find out just how deep the rabbithole goes, patience and Grace

Jerico: (playfull scoff) patience, people in my life have always told me I need more patience...(blinks a few times) I was thinking out loud,sorry. But I actually quite like that phrase, I think ill start to use it

Desmond: see? Progress already (polite chuckle)

Jerico: (laughs) I think we're going to get along just fine, Desmond.

#ism #insoundmind #in sound mind #ism oc #in sound mind desmond #ism desmond #ism agent rainbow #ism lucas cole #ism virginia ruhl #oc: the blaze/the ember ism

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abernathyvalois · 2 years

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this is really long . I know. But story time

i never felt lonely as a kid. looking back i had absolutely no friends i hated socializing with kids my age and i would make my baby sitter speak to my teacher every morning and make sure i was allowed to sit by the door during recess instead of playing with other kids because i was like. insane. like other kids would have to sit there in time out as a punishment and they were like lol what did u do to make them sit you out and i was like no i wanna be here. like i was so weird. but i never FELT weird for that or lonely or wrong because nobody ever made me feel that way back then and i had my books i was reading chapter books back to back by first grade constantly and all the book series i read were so comforting and they made me feel like i belonged so intensely i held onto them i was so obsessed with reading all through my childhood and i always stayed antisocial like i got a few friends but i still hated the same kids i hated when i was 5 even if they were good people they just didn’t seem real to me like they could never make me feel the way my books made me feel. so i just kept reading. and i fell in love with characters and found families and fantasy settings and adventures in forests and fighting dragons and greek gods and i didn’t know why every other kid hated reading and preferred hanging out with their friends. like being social was both too much and not enough for me. and ive grown so much since then i still hate most of the kids I avoided on the kindergarten playground and I love to read still but even now my love for fantasy and novels is something that nobody understands. like this raised me. All of the kids my age started reading when it became cool on tiktok and when emma chamberlain started doing it and they don’t get it they think it’s childish it’s stupid it’s over the top but what you don’t get is that I NEEDED it i NEEDED to get away there was too much conflict in my family as a kid so i dreamt of climbing through a wardrobe into another world and i haven’t grown out of it and yeah i hope i never do

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Day 28: Parallels with Daenerys

If there is any character that Arya shares the most parallels with besides Jon, it is without question Daenerys Targaryen! Daenerys and Arya are in my opinion the best female characters of the series. They have so many similarities and so much in common that they would become really close friends when they meet. Let’s examine some of the many, many similarities and parallels that these two amazing ladies share!

Beauty

Dany and Arya are both very young girls but they are noted by many to be extremely beautiful/pretty. “That was before Prince Doran had summoned him to the Water Gardens. And now the most beautiful woman in the world was waiting in Meereen, and he meant to do his duty and claim her for his bride. She will not refuse me. She will honor the agreement. Daenerys Targaryen would need Dorne to win the Seven Kingdoms, and that meant that she would need him. It does not mean that she will love me, though. She may not even like me.” ADWD Quentyn I Dany is explicitly called the most beautiful woman in the world in this chapter and Quentyn has not even met her yet. That means people have talked and called her the most beautiful woman in the world.

"I'm sorry, my lady." Arya suddenly felt bad for her, and ashamed. "I'm sorry I tore the acorn dress too. It was pretty."

"Yes, child. And so are you. Be brave." ASOS Arya IV

Lady Smallwood, a kind and caring woman, tells Arya that she is pretty. It’s pretty special considering Sansa always called Arya ugly and Catelyn said Arya could only be pretty if she acted more like Sansa. Arya is noted though to be pretty by others. She has the same wild beauty that her Aunt Lyanna had. When Arya gets older, her wild beauty will probably make even Sansa jealous.

Intelligence and Bravery:

Dany and Arya, despite their young ages, are both two of the most intelligent and bravest characters in the series. Arya shows this at Harrenhal. First she organizes a coup for the Northern prisoners to escape by tricking Jaqen H’gar into helping her (tricking a Faceless Man requires both cunning and bravery). And afterwards, she escapes Harrenhal with her friends with their own planning. Arya manages to take out the guard by tricking him into thinking that Lord Bolton is having her give silver to the guards, and then when his guard is down she slashes his throat. That required Arya to be both brave and smart.

Dany shows her intelligence and bravery when taking the cities of Slaver’s Bay. She manages to trick the Good Masters of Astapor into giving her the Unsullied by offering to give them one of her dragons. It works… but she never intended to let cruel men keep one of her children for a slave. She has the Unsullied kill the slave masters and free all the slaves and has Drogon roast the asshole Kraznys. At Yunkai she comes up with the strategy to take the city and she succeeds. The same thing happens at Mereen. Dany took great risks (and taking the cities wouldn’t get her closer to Westeros) but through her bravery and her intelligence, she prevailed.

Kindness and Empathy:

Dany and Arya are also both two of the kindest and most compassionate characters in the series. Despite both being highborn girls, Dany and Arya do not see the smallfolk as lesser beings or tools. They see them as friends and family. “Arya had loved nothing better than to sit at her father's table and listen to them talk. She had loved listening to the men on the benches too; to freeriders tough as leather, courtly knights and bold young squires, grizzled old men-at-arms. She used to throw snowballs at them and help them steal pies from the kitchen. Their wives gave her scones and she invented names for their babies and played monsters-and-maidens and hide-the-treasure and come-into-my-castle with their children. Fat Tom used to call her "Arya Underfoot," because he said that was where she always was. She'd liked that a lot better than "Arya Horseface."” AGOT Arya II Arya earned her nickname ”Arya Underfoot” because she loved playing with the smallfolk and spending time with them. She never treated them with disdain like Sansa. Arya preferred spending time with them than with her snobby sister and the cruel Cersei. Arya doesn’t believe she’s better than anyone simply because she’s highborn.

“When he was gone, Dany went to her window and looked out wistfully on the waters of the bay. The square brick towers of Pentos were black silhouettes outlined against the setting sun. Dany could hear the singing of the red priests as they lit their night fires and the shouts of ragged children playing games beyond the walls of the estate. For a moment she wished she could be out there with them, barefoot and breathless and dressed in tatters, with no past and no future and no feast to attend at Khal Drogo's manse.” AGOT Dany I

Dany is the exact same as Arya. She would prefer to be with the common people, dresses in plain clothes, barefoot, and no worries. She treats all her people as friends and tells them that they need not be afraid to speak to her about anything. When Doreah is dying, Dany holds her hand and even gives Doreah her water. Similar to when Arya refuses to leave her friend Weasel behind. Dany and Arya also both despise violence against the innocent. Arya is horrified and saddened to learn that even her brother’s men are raping women and killing peasants. Dany doesn’t think peace is worth it, if it’s built on the blood of little children. She even says ”Why do the gods make kings and queens if not to protect the ones who cannot protect themselves?” to Jorah.

Braavos:

Braavos is an important place to both Dany and Arya. For Dany, the house with the red door is the closest thing to a home Dany ever had. She constantly wishes to return to the house. For Arya, she comes here, to the House of Black and White, after losing her friends and family and is training with the Faceless Men. Braavos is something Dany and Arya can bond over if and when they finally meet.

Dragon and Direwolf:

Dany and Arya are blessed with two very magical and special creatures. Arya with her direwolf Nymeria and Dany with her dragons Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion. They both have powerful magical connections to their creatures. Arya can warg into Nymeria. Dany and her dragons can feel each other’s presence. But they also both have lines related to the other animal and… it cannot just be a coincidence. “Off in the distance, a wolf howled. The sound made her feel sad and lonely, but no less hungry. As the moon rose above the grasslands, Dany slipped at last into a restless sleep.” ADWD Dany X

“This time the monsters did not frighten her. They seemed almost old friends. Arya held the candle over her head. With each step she took, the shadows moved against the walls, as if they were turning to watch her pass. "Dragons," she whispered. She slid Needle out from under her cloak. The slender blade seemed very small and the dragons very big, yet somehow Arya felt better with steel in her hand.” AGOT Arya IV

Dany and Arya have so many parallels and similarities. They are like twins! When they do meet I think Dany and Arya will find in each other the sisters neither ever had. Bonus: Oh one more parallel! Dany and Arya both have a horrible older sibling. Dany with Viserys who physically and emotionally abuses her and sells her into sexual slavery. Arya with Sansa who bullies and ridicules her. Dany and Arya have suffered both of them but eventually they both have enough and give those shitty siblings some satisfying payback. When Viserys attacks her, Dany confiscates his horse and forces him to walk at the back. When Sansa cruelly taunts Arya about her friend’s death, Arya throws an orange at Sansa’s face and ruins her dress. And yet… Dany and Arya still love their awful older brother and sister. Dany tries constantly to reach out to Viserys and mourns him after he dies and even names one of her dragons after him. Arya still tries to apologize and comfort Sansa and does wish to see her again.

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mononijikayu · 2 years

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chapter vi.

Rating: M

Warning: Targaryen Incest, Nude and Sexual Depictions;

Summary: MELLARA TARGARYEN breaks the chain of rules to meet DAEMON TARGARYEN three years after;

[the matriarch of the princedom of blackhall, princess dowager elaena was a woman of great virtue, of great intelligence and character. but she was also regarded as blunt to the point of disregarding the feelings of others. still, this widow was a loyal and loving supporter of her daughter’s happiness and hopes. even if it meant that she would get nothing but headaches from her daughter’s insistence to live in her own way, unlike any other lady of the realm.]

- maester aeron targaryen; adust

A D U S T m a s t e r l i s t

< you and i burn together or we shall die trying >

chapter i / chapter ii / chapter iii / chapter iv / chapter v

chapter vi / chapter vii / chapter viii / chapter ix / chapter x

chapter xi / chapter xii / chapter xiii / chapter xiv / chapter xv

chapter xvi / chapter xvii / chapter xviii

The hail of dark smoke poured through ambers gathered atop the fireplace, almost like birthing a dragon from the ashes. Elaena Velaryon had always been told that fire does not burn dragons, and often they called themselves blood of the dragon. That would be a lie, she thinks to herself as she pierces her lips into a flat line. Dragons burn. Her beloved Aelor had burned just as much. Her husband’s tears poured from dragon dreams that burnt him heart and soul. He had always told her that dragons were flesh and bone, easily vanquished by sword and flame. They are either cursed to die in the flames or let themselves be foolish enough to succumb to them. Aelor had cried so often that fire will burn him, just as much as the curse the gods have gifted him.

The seasoned princess dowager had been a spectator to much misfortune in her family, much too much to count with the fringes of her aged fingers. The flashes of memories came constantly, a river’s pace as it crawled to the sea with haste. It was hard to be the one, to be left behind, and to remember. To bear the wishes of the dead, to continue a legacy that you were not meant to carry. But Elaena knew that no one else could take that mantle. The rest have gone too soon, so young, to aged time and to accidents that the hands of gods made in the thread of gold. It was her responsibility to keep this fledgling family together, as she was the only one who remained - the only one who could keep their family’s word of truth alive. Even if that meant going against her nephew, the king.

"Time and time again, you have disobeyed me.“ The king’s loud voice echoed with venom, his dark purple eyes shining in anger. There is no doubt it could be heard from outside. "Once again, you prove to me how you cannot be trusted, aunt.”

"What is your proof, nephew, that I disobeyed?“ The princess dowager calmly replied, hands resting on the small of her lap, eyes tethered to the king. "You only have the lying, self serving tongue of a repetitive offender like lord Hightower, don’t you?”

"I know that you detest that I have remarried, I know you still mourn Aemma.“ He frowned softly at her. "But do well to act gracefully towards the queen and her family. Do well to speak of my good father in such a manner, dowager princess. He is my good - father.”

"And your grace does well to remember that hostility towards his elders forgets the rule of respect. Am I not the matriarch of this family, nephew?“ Elaena responds, unmoving as she watches the king frustratedly pace.

“You are, aunt. But Alicent is now part of our family. You have need to guide her, not chastise her or her father.”

"The queen or her father have none for me. What shall I do if they do not want peace with me and mine own kin? I had done what I felt best, to reprimand her and her behaviour. You know just as much your own mother would have berated your wife for her behaviour just as much as I.”

“And you let your own daughter to be disobedient and isolent? You let Mellara leave court without my leave, without my permission!” Viserys exclaimed, his fury engrossed in his features. “You excuse her behaviour of disrespect but not my own wife, who is still learning our ways?”

The princess dowager’s lips opened, chortling sounds leaving. “Why, has my daughter not served our house dedicatedly, nephew? If anything, her insolence has more to do with the burdening of duty. You ought to forgive it, as her dear cousin.”

The king shook his head. “I am still her king, just as much as I am her elder cousin. I am the one who she must obey and support in such duties. No matter how they burden her.”

��You act as if she will not return to do so again.” The glistening of the rings upon her finger shone lowly against the fire. "And besides, she has all but succumbed to your will in the thought of marriage. Are you not delighted that she will return at all?”

The loud snickering of the king echoed. “And what say you, now that she too has abandoned my daughter, the princess she serves?”

"Rhaenyra knows just as well as I that she will do her duty and return. I am here in her stead until her return.“ Elaena responds, sighing against her arm rest. "And besides, nephew, my daughter has waited long enough. It is a mercy to finally let her leave. As it is for my grandson, to see his father finally.”

Viserys shook his head. “A child who has not yet known of his father, five years.”

"And was it not you who has kept them apart for that long? For duty?“ The dowager princess’s eyes pierced through her nephew’s own as it filled with morose and guilt. “You were cruel to do so, Viserys.”

The king shook his head, sneering deeply. “My vagabond brother had made that choice.”

"And yet you still rob your vagabond of a brother from being a father to his only child. War is bad enough.“ The seasoned woman reasoned, the silk of her veil following her body’s straightening. "And i should implore you, nephew. The child is Daemon’s heir as much as he is Mellara’s own. With this proof, there ought to be a marriage already.”

"Daemon is married. To lady Rhea of house Royce, aunt.”

The marriage was a sham, the princess dowager wanted to say out loud. Her lips twisted as the memories flooded her mind like an ocenn wave crashing to shore with vigour. Aelor was not in favor of the match, as was her good - brother prince Baelon. In the same stroke queen Alysanne had made the loving match between Viserys and Aemma, she had made her vegenence against Jaehaerys at the loss of her daughters. By depriving him of another male heir, her husband said as much. Baelon had wanted his son to wed for love, or at the very least wed to kin. Her good - brother had told how he looks at their daughter Mellara, on the rare occassions Daemon would see her. The match would have been successful.

But the queen has made up her mind. Any sense had gone out the window with all the contradictions between her good-mother and her sons. The two sons of queen Alysanne had not spoken with their mother for moons, not until the miserable wedding that occured in Runestone. Elaena Velaryon knew it was hard to forget, the despondent look from her younger nephew at the sight of the septon wrapping his hand to a woman who reflected his distaste. Prince Baelon had drunk merely with his younger son, disappearing together to avoid any commitment to bedding his unwanted wife. But queen Alysanne had them to find Daemon, and reprimanded her son for encouraging her grandson’s rebellion.

In these many years, Elaena had wished she had spoken to her husband. That she had agreed with Baelon. The way her daughter had looked at her lover like he was the wonder of the infinite stars. The princess dowager in truth had not understood it then, when they had started to blossom their love as youths. Yet it was when Daemon smiled at Mellara, Elaena came to realize it all. It was as though she was the beginning and end of his world. The universe he dwells upon. The sun that allows him to be blessed with life. She was the air he breathes, the water that sustains his body and flesh. Mellara was everything to him. She always will be.

‘Aelor used to look at me like that. And I him.’ She mourns to herself years ago. ‘He loved me so deeply, just like that. Just the same.’

In these years, the idea of Daemon’s vagabond nature had all but melted away in her mind. Her daughter’s sorrows were poured into endless tears at the thought of missing him. At the thought of all he had missed in her grandson’s life. Her bitterness was not worth encouraging the pains of all she had left of her husband. In truth, she knew deep inside that her nephew was what her daughter deserved. He was good to her, he loved her. He would burn the world to the ground before he would ever breaking apart from her. That she knew too well. These years had not been kind to them, she knew that much. it was better they return in each other’s arms than not at all.

"To a woman he does not seek the warmth of, nor a woman he does not love.Is it so bad for my daughter, for your brother - to be want to be together?” She retorted sharply. “Mellara is his choice. They have had two children together. And yet, just as much you deny them of the chance to be together. Just like your cruel grandfather.”

“I am not my grandfather,”

Elaena snickers. “You’ve barely proven yourself not to be, nephew. With the way you act, you seek to deprieve my daughter and her son of someone they love.”

His gaze hardened as he moved, towering over her. “I will not dissolve the marriage.”

"You do not have to.“ She did not break eye contact, staring back just as intensely. "Aegon the Conqueror had a second wife—”

"I will not humour it.“ Viserys gritted his teeth, his jaw tightening. "It would insult house Royce.”

Elaena felt like she had to laugh. “Oh? Now you care for insulting those in the Vale? Did you not think of afrront you have caused when you remarried so suddenly? Did you not know how that has offended her beloved sisters in the Vale?”

The kings brows furrowed. “Lady Elys and lady Amanda has written to you?”

“Why would they not?” She retorts back to her nephew. “Elys may have been dismissive of Daella, but she adored Aemma. Amanda more so than her sister. But what may I say? They cannot of course fight the king’s noble desire.”

Viserys Targaryen did not reply to her, but a deep grudge in his glare beckoned to her like dragonfire. The reminder of his failure, of his sin had always followed him like plague. A vengeful ghost that refuses to rescind its right to haunt him. Elaena had not meant to be personal, to hit her nephew where she knew his heart still dwelled unhealed. But she felt no choice any longer, how to settle her nephew straight. He was a man grown and he was king. He could take her voice into account and he could reject it all the same.

Elaena wondered what Baelon would think of his son’s actions. What Alyssa would feel about her son’s carelessness and heedless folly. For a moment, the princess dowager could not help but feel as though she has failed them, have failed queen Alysanne. She was all that remained, she knew that to be true. Aelor had implored her to care for this family, those were his last words to her. And she now fears, that she is failing their house, failing him who is watching her.

“It is not that simple.”

“You had simply decided to do what you did for yourself, nephew. You had gone against your grandfather’s words on the succession just as much. As you also did for your second marriage.” Elaena whispers to her nephew, a small sly smile on her lips. “If your will could do as you wish, why not here, upon this matter?”

“The faith–”

“Ah, and there it is.” The princess dowager snickers hollowly. “You are afraid that house Hightower would intervene. That they would be displeased to see your brother be allowed do as he had always wished.”

"Maegor the Cruel–"

"Are you tired of speaking Otto Hightower’s tongue?“ The elder woman asked, watching the king close his eyes in exasperation. The dowager princess’s eyes glimmer with a dark shine. "I, for one, am exhausted of hearing his words poison you with venom, nephew.”

"Have you had enough of criticising the hand, aunt? Of blaming him for your misfortunes?“

"No, I have not.” Elaena replied honestly. “Why should I when he dares tear this family apart? We have suffered too much for his greed, nephew.”

"Lord Otto is a loyal servant of the crown.“ The king argues with his aunt, moving away from her. "He has served my grandfather, the old king.”

"His loyalty is to himself, nephew. A foolish errand for his glory. Nothing more and nothing less. He has been tearing us apart.“ She disagreed, watching him gaze at the fireplace. "I have seen his loyalty. And ‘tis nothing but falsities. He has alienated you from your family, nephew. Could you not see it?”

The king snorted, unbelieving at his aunt’s words. “Daemon chose his war and has left this family alone. He had come to abandon it for ambition, and disobeyed me as a lot of you have. ”

Elaena tilted her head to the side. “You have not been keen on seeing it the way your brother has, blinded by your wanting for all those cruel presumptions to be true. To validate your wrongs.”

The king raised his eyebrows, confused. “And pray tell, what does the dowager princess think my mischievous brother sees better than this blindsided king?”

"You know better than I that your brother has thought that he must prove himself.“ The princess’s explanations gather through the air. "My nephew Corlys offered him an opportunity and he took it. As any second son would have.”

"He had every opportunity to prove himself.“ Viserys shook his head in despondency. "I had given him at each turn a chance to have a moment to shine.”

“Is that the whole of the truth, nephew?” The princess dowager dismissed his words, moving closer to see the storm of emotions on his eyes. “Or is that what the king wishes to believe? For of course, this is only the king in front of me. Forgive me, your grace.”

“Aunt,” Viserys found himself frowning. “I am your nephew more than I am your king.”

“You have not given me any other reason to see you nothing but as my king.”

Viserys shook his head, taking a deep breath. “What should I do?”

"Let your brother be and let him prove himself. He is not against you, let me reassure you. not against those who wish to destroy us.“ She smiles at him. "The trade can continue without the interference of the Triarchy and our ports will flourish once again. High Tide will slowly return to heel.”

"You say that as though it was easy.“ The king chuckled bitterly. "Those two have yet to have cause to forgive grievances.”

She nodded, “That may be true, but it is a first step.”

"And do you think it would work?”

"In your years as king, he has done what you asked of him. He is your brother. He will do as you bid. At times, we may not agree with him but he is one of us.” Elaena whispers to his nephew. “Welcome him, let him come home with open arms. There are so very few of us already, Viserys. We need each other.”

"If I recall, my aunt has a deep hatred for my brother for corrupting her daughter.“

“Yet he is still what my daughter will choose.” She smiles, narrowing her eyes towards the flame. “I would rather her be happy, than not at all.”

“You say that as though it is your truth, aunt.”

“It is my truth, nephew. Just as it is truth that both of you are the sun and he the moon.”

The king raises curious look at his aunt. “What do you mean?”

"It is hard to shine when your brother is the sun.” The older lady sighed, her hands retreating to her empty side. He glances for a moment, trying to see her reasoning. “On everything, he will always be overshadowed by your shadow on everything. The moon will always shine behind the sun in an eclipse. He will always try to find a way out of it.”

"If he feels that way, he should tell me.“ Viserys rests his hand above the marble facade of the fireplace. "He should come to me...He knows he can.”

"It is not as easy as you dare declare, nephew. You are his king, more than you are his brother now.” A sorrowful look blossoms on his aunt’s seasoned features. “And he, well knows he is a sword. The sword you do not want to wield. Even he wants to serve you, you would not allow him oout of the sheath.”

"A sword that does not do as its master commands is of no use.“ A deep sigh is released from the king. "It is not meant to be wielded if that is the case.”

An observant smile slivers through her lips. “Is that what you are forcing yourself to believe, my nephew?”

"I do not force anything, aunt.“ The king released his hand from the marble surface and rested his arms behind the small of his back. "Perhaps age has made you weary, aunt.”

"I make no mistakes on the matter.“

"What do you mean, aunt?”

Elaena Velaryon soon felt all her burdening sorrows pour down on her like a sudden downpour.At that moment, she felt like she had seen the young boy again. That young boy who cried for his mother at the dawn of the morning. The young man who stood vigil at his father’s corpse. The man who had felt his world shatter when his name was called for all the realm to hear was back. Almost at the moment, Elaena recalled how much this young boy had relied on her hand at each turn. To fill the void of a mother he had lost so dreadfully young. He needed to lean on her wisdom when he needed advice. She felt her heart drift away from her, almost as though stone had become her heart and shattered into dust. It hurts, to admit it all.

It made Elaena fear for what the future would become. Viserys Targaryen was a good king, who had a sane mind and an able spirit. However, joy and eagerness do not compensate for flaws.It had been so long since Elaena had seen greener pastures, a time when a silver reign gathered atop the iron throne’s shined with truthful power. All she had seen since had been stone dragons tumbling into dust, a crumbling of such glories living in the memories of stories her mother had whispered to her in her sleep, of a king who conquered and a king who had ruled.

"There is a distance between us.“ Elaena whispers somberly, watching the king’s features turn a perplexed turn. "One that had never existed before. You have changed, your grace. And not for the good. ”

"You speak in riddles, aunt.“

Elaena finally stood, standing in front of her nephew.

She takes his hand on her own, squeezing it.

"It is better that way, Viserys. For our sake.”

The fluttering winds gracing the complexion of snow upon the three headed dragon standard under the black field beckoned across the sails. It had been the scent of salt and cool waters that had caused a good breeze away from the hot weather glaring down upon the royal party. The bustling of men dressed in fine black Riverlander linen, moving about the massive wooden bow of the ship as it crossed the heaving waves of the sea. The ladies stood slightly farther with a graceful posture, dressed in fine silver silk, prompt with gorgeous Myrish lace. The ship’s crew were loud, orders being thrown back each and every motion. This was happening in all ten of the ships that had come with them from Blackhall.

Standing by the edge where the massive screeching dragon pelted with gleaming silver, Aemon Targaryen stood, dressed in the finest black cotton doublet trimmed with ermine and white silk across it. His fine silver hair sprung away with the wind, eyes beaming with sunshine as he held the small dragon as it screeched to the sky. Soon enough, the song was reciprocated as the monstrous shadow of night swallowed the sun away. Blacknight sang with pride as they flew past, screeching a song that had become the song of freedom. The young prince looked in awe, watching the dragon fly further and grinned, watching long silver strands spun to reveal a face. The gaze of warm lilac eyes against his own made him happy. His cheers grew excitedly, a free hand raised soon enough to wave.

Mellara Targaryen felt her entire body light up in joyous jubilation as she gazed with love towards her young son. It had been a long time since they had come together. Every heir of Blackhall could not leave it be. They must grow there, to be loved by the small folk. A hard decision no less, upset that she had missed much time with him as he grew. It had been a relief to have him be taken to court, though she detested having to bring him in such a place of vipers at all. Perhaps it was a mercy on her cousin the king’s part. Looking at the sea that was ahead of her, she smiled softly. Even in her moments of loss, it was a good reminder that she still had a part of Daemon with her, one that would intertwine them together even when they were apart.

Taking in the wonder of her son’s smiling face, she recalled the day he had chosen he had met his dragon. Her son had loved dragons the moment he was born, his small infantilized hands gathering themselves towards a shattering egg where young Aelyx breathed the first spin of life. Mellara had recalled from her mother’s stories that Daemon too had been like that as a boy, mischievous and too eager with Caraxes. Aemon had been much too eager to pull at Aelyx and so was Aelyx who nibbed at the young prince’s skin.

The dark shade of red and black eagerly shining across the dragon’s young body, its scales as strong as Valyrian steel. Yet so fragile, so young. There was much that still was needed for the dragon to grow. But it will come, with time. Alyx will grow together with her son, as they should be. And they will live a good and long life, that Mellara was eager to ensure. Especially with a father by his side, one that she knew craved his son to be at his side. As she flew further, the sight of land became more and more evident with the figure of green gracing the presence of white chalky cliffs through a sparse area through the wide sea.

It had been a long time since she had last been here, flying atop the desolation of the Narrow Sea. The last had been with her princely father when he had still been living, gracing a laugh as she held tightly to him through the speed that Blacknight went through diving narrowly just ever so slightly against the sea water. Mellara had been crossed with her father, fearing pirates would come and eagerly shoot at Blacknight and in turn hurt her and father. Her father’s laughter completely drowned such complaints, with reassuring tones beckoning her to enjoy the moment.

Mellara at the time had wished she had never come, owing to the fact that her father had decided to drink himself to a stupor and found himself dancing with Tyroshi merchants who merrily obliged his every request for another pour of wine. But now that she had looked at this place, recalling each memory with longing to see him laugh again and even merry with wine again made her appreciate the time she had with her father here.

They had seen the sunset together, sitting beside one another in tranquil quiet. There was nothing but each other’s hand warming the other that spoke all that needed to be said. Mellara had not wanted Aemon to miss any more of the father he had not been allowed to know. In many years, her son too would look back at all these moments, all these memories wishing that for a life that had been lived with his extraordinary father around.

Least of all herself. The young woman felt her eyes turn glassy as she let her head slowly fall onto the saddle. She had played it over and over in her head, how she would come to approach him when the time came, that she would see him again. After all the days that passed with much too much yearning, such grief felt all too familiar to her. In so many years, the princess has tried so hard to remember what it had felt like. To have him in her life, in her arms; his warmth which she desperately craved in the cold nights where she could not bear to sleep alone. Like the emptiness she felt when her father had passed, the long distance she had to live through from her lover had caused her nothing but wanting. Even for a moment.

Mellara Targaryen could not help but be overwhelmed by much too many emotions she could not explain as Blacknight lowered them onto the full few of rocky peaks and harsh land. He was nearby now, she thought to herself. Somewhere on these isles, she knew that her heart still beats. That there could be life blossoming spring in these desolate deserts she had drifted through with aimless wandering. As Blacknight landed with care, she turned back to see that the ships had yet to arrive. Breathlessly, Mellara had realised that she had gotten here first. Turning back, she could not help but raise her hand towards the land that was now so near and yet still so far away.

They would meet again.

This was real.

Her heart skipped a beat.

The young princess was immediately welcomed. The tension of her body quickened even further as she brought herself forward towards the red manse, glaring over the isles. It had been tiring to walk, but Blacknight had worked tirelessly to get her through the seas, she would not ask more of her beloved dragon. Walking through as Blacknight followed her, flying above her with endless abandon, they made it through the hard plains, where the sight of men ushered forth to work. Endless corpses were being carted away, comrades and foes, to the farther shores to burn with Caraxes’s flame. That’s what Mellara had heard from a soldier who had bowed his head to her.

Though what had confused her was that he had called her queen. As did the many that had passed her by, eagerly greeting her with marvel. They bowed to her as though she was a goddess walking among them with the mandate of the heavens and their favour. At each turn, Mellara could only shake her head and dismiss them. Mellara had not been born to be a queen. It would never be. Her father was not heir, nor was she eager to bear a crown upon her head. The young princess had always been content with her life without the interference of the whispering of endless games for power. Tranquillity and peace had been her delight and it shall always be. She does not live for glory, unlike Daemon. She craved the silence.

When the silver princess gathered herself atop the red manse, servants had come to welcome her with endless praise. Mellara shook her head at such a thing, eager to avoid more of this. There was no need to ask where Daemon would be. She knew this house just as well as he did. They too had come here together, much too many times before. He would be there, waiting on her. Bypassing the steps, Mellara readied herself as she bit her lip. This was this moment she had been yearning for many of her endless days for. Stopping at the massive red oak entrance, she gathered the strength from the gods.

Her hands yielded its presence to the doors.

Pushing it open, Mellara let the sun pour through her.

The ornate room smelt of the strong scent of wild daisies as the burnt out candles glistened through the sun, the hearth that had been burning hotly through the room had been gone many hours ago. The young princess was impressed with how nothing had changed. The chambers were just the same as they had been before. Just the same as the day he had told her he loved her for the first time.

The endless charting of clothes rested upon the ornate sofa, as fresh as they had been when he had first worn it. She could smell the essence of war drift through each cloth as she got near them. Maps were everywhere, scrolled across the chambers. The long sword Dark Sister rested upon the beautiful oak table in the corner, the baldric intertwined with it. It had been the one she had gifted him all those years ago. Her soft fingers felt the rough edges, almost wondering if it had been real. That she was touching it truly, as she had all those years when she would help him remove his clothing.

Big wooden shelves lined with blackened oak gathered itself with endless memories. She could feel her lungs gone from her body as she gazed at the many books that had been resting through the oak. Pulling a book off the shelves, Mellara could see that each and every one was the book she had loved to read. Many of which had been long forgotten from her memories. But they were still buried in her, almost like a long time ago had been the yesterday she had quickly forgotten. Turning away after she returned the book, Mellara turned to the adjoined rectangular table with many drawers filled with parchments, quills and ink pelted to the surface. Her name sprawled across a letter that would never be sent.

She felt tears sprawl down her porcelain cheeks.

“It seems like you have seen it.” The voice asked her as she stopped, her body frozen from shock. “It was not something I was willing to change. After all this time. That would have been stupid.”

Bitter tears fell across her eyes more and more as she tried to make sense of her reality. The forlorn on his face as he watched her. Mellara placed her hand against her mouth, choking through her tears as she fell onto the floor, her legs weakened against her. The shine of Targaryen tapestries weaved through with silver and gold glistened against the sun, Daemon could only walk past each of them and fell to his knees beside her. She had not changed, her features still the same as when he had lost seen her. His fingers could only trace its flesh against her cheeks. Mellara huffed a cry, pushing him away.

His arms spread wide open and soon enough wrapped them around her tightly, bone crushingly. Mellara Targaryen felt her hand drop, tears yielded with screaming and her hands soon enough brutalised themselves on his body with thundering force. Daemon did not stop her, he let her do as she pleased as he held her closer, not willing to let his touch leave her warmth.They had been apart for too long, he thinks to himself. Too much for his liking. For all these years, he had always thought that he was barely breathing, without the air to bring life to his lungs and his blood unwilling to blossom through his many veins. Without her touch, without her words or her warmth near him. He was nothing but a shell of the man he truly was.

“You bastard!” Mellara cried with a loud tone, her arms pushing him away. Her tone was full of mournful discern. “You horrible fool. You stupid, stupid man! You abandoned me, you left me! You left us! How could you do that to me? How could you leave me, Daemon? How could you?”

“I’m sorry. My beloved, my little dragon, I am sorry.” He whispered to her as he continued to hold her to his body. He could only embrace her deeper in the enveloping of his warm arms. “I am sorry for staying away for too long.”

“You hurt me….” She cried weakly, her fingers fisting through his body. “You hurt me, Daemon.”

“I know.” Daemon nodded softly, his free hand brushing against her hair. “It will never happen again. I swear.”

The two of them had stayed like that for a moment, letting out all she had wanted to say to him, all her grief and pain. Slowly through the moments that passed through, Mellara had felt her body become less shaken. Tears were slowly getting sober. Moving away from his body, the two of them let their eyes meet in an intense embrace, almost as if they had already bedded one another with just looks and gazes. Her eyes had gotten red and puffy from all her salty tears. Daemon leaned forward and carefully placed a kiss upon each eye, gently whispering sweet words to her.

Perhaps she was just it was her longing, perhaps it was just nothing but she felt everything magnified into a chaotic unknown. She felt wanting as she looked at him as she looked at him, the feeling of being near him somehow made something spark for her. Something that made her feel such eagerness but also felt safe and warm. She could feel her heart pounding from her begotten chest, the blood on her veins pumping hard at the thought of everything that could happen now and through all these years. Daemon too felt it, she was sure he did. This was the moment they had been so eagerly yearning for. This is what they deserved.

Daemon leaned forward his beloved and placed a hand on her soft porcelain cheeks. "I want only you, my little dragon. You are mine. My little queen. My beloved. My wife of choice. My only wife.”

"I choose only you, my only truth and my only want.” She responded to Daemon as she ran her hands on his arms. Daemon closed his eyes eagerly, taking in all her touch, her touch that he had missed. “I want to marry you, in our only way. Our true way. As we always had in Valyria, just you and I.”

“It shall be done, all you ask of me.” Daemon leaned in, whispering hotly in her ear. “I will give you all you desire, my love. Just let me do it.”

She removes his hand from her face and places it towards the laces of her dress, looking at his handsome clean shaven face. He opened his eyes as he followed the sight of her hands. The rogue prince pursed his lips at the sight of her face eagerly seducing him as she came closer.

“Then take me, Daemon Targaryen.” Mellara says, leaned closer to him. “Take this wife who yearns for him.”

He needed no more convincing as he pushed her towards the table and removed her laces. He allowed himself to devour her mouth with his own and was surprised to see her return the favour as she kissed him back just as passionately and just as fiercely. Both fought for dominance like animals, needing to resolve their hunger. His strong hands were undoing the laces of the bottom of her dress as her arms were wrapped around his neck, massaging it gently earning little grunts from him.

His tongue inserted inside of her mouth, fighting against hers in a fury as he managed to remove all the laces of her dress. They were now intertwined with one another in this heated mess, his hands ripping off his Mellara’s clothing from her as quickly and as carefully as he could as she continued to kiss him. The silver haired woman moaned as she felt his touch on her breast, being only in her shift. Daemon broke the kiss to move all of the shift and lower undergarments of his beloved and continued to kiss her, earning a laugh from her in his eagerness.

He sat her on the table and as he stopped kissing her lips and moved on to kiss with such tenderness, her shoulders, her neck and then her breast. He looked at her as she nodded. He smiled and squeezed both of her breasts. There was so much in her self that felt pleasure burning her there but when she found him suckling her right breast as he squeezed hard on the other, that is when the pleasure intensified. Mellara kept moaning; he continued to lick and suck like a babe would to its mother, wishing to taste the nectar that only gods could take.

"I have waited for this moment for years, to have this moment.” He said, continuing to squeeze her breasts as she tried to calm herself. “To worship my beloved little dragon again.”

"Love me, Daemon. Love me in the way only you could.” Mellara replied to her lover as he grinned at her and kissed her, moving her breasts around before putting his mouth on her other breast, causing her to moan hard and throw back her head at the pleasure. Her hands touched his hair, encouraging him to ravage her breasts.

Their bodies were melting into one.

When Daemon finished with her breasts, he kissed her again and took the princess’s legs to wrap around his waist. Daemon eagerly carried his Mellara towards the direction of their bed, continuing to respond to her kisses. Mellara was laid by her lover onto their wide sofa, her hands deep into his long hair. She could feel herself getting into it more, feeling more sober than drunk. Breaking away from his lips, she eyed him as she took time to breath, having been overwhelmed by his passionate lips.

“Don’t you think that you are too fuly clothed?”

Daemon chuckled at her words. “I suppose so, my dear little dragon.”

Mellara then kissed him as she helped him out his clothing, her hands removing the white shirt he still wore from him and without breaking the embrace, removed it off him. As she moved towards the breeches heeagerly tried to help her but she kept diverting his hands elsewhere on her body. Once she successfully removed his breeches, she was aware that he wore nothing else underneath. Mellara felt pleasure at the fact that his manhood was touching her skin.

Mellara could only moan in pleasure as he kissed her body moving down to her womanhood. From her ear to her legs, her unique hair scatters into a form of a beautiful halo. Daemon had felt like he was a pilgrim begging whatever gods there was and ever will be to come and give him direction. And here was one goddess who had come before hiim, giving him all he ever wanted and he was worshipping the goddess for her gifts each and everyday at her temple. Daemon placed a kiss to her womanhood, causing her to moan. Then, he allowed himself to look at her cunt and smirked at her before allowing his finger to move about it.

She could not help rolling her eyes back at the pleasure her beloved Daemon was giving her, after all they had been through as he continued to continued his conquest across her body. He moved to lean over to her, kissing her neck and then moved to her ear to whisper, causing her to giggle. Mellara felt the pressure inside of her body build up as he continued to pleasure her well. Daemon had always loved the sight of her body being consumed by him, little by little with every bit of her becoming his once again. He kept moving and whispering to her until she could not hold on any longer, taking his forearm and holding it in place as she came.

“You are so beautiful.” He commented huskily in that tone she had never heard from him in a long time. He had always been so eager, but more so tonight. He was man who was hungry for her. He kissed her body once more, watching her still release herself from the high of his touch. “So beautiful, my beloved wife. My Mellara.”

Damon looked to her and allowed his tongue to lick her juices, earning great favour from the goddess in his arms as he did that, She did not expected him to put add his fingers slowly but she should have. Daemon was willing to take care of her. The loud pleasure-filled noise exploded out her mouth like a thunder storm out to sea, revelling in sensual gratification in the pleasure he was giving her. It was even more than what she had expected, what she had wanted. More than what she could do to herself in his absence. This is where she belonged. Daemon smirked slowly as he continued to lick her cunt as he placed his fingers back inside of her, making her throw her head back against the pillow once more.

He pumped his fingers in her deeply, finishing with her cunt and focused more on causing his wife pleasure. Mellara felt the arch her back with wordless nonsense and satisfied moans gracing her lips as her heart like it had burst out of her.

Daemon kissed her gently once more, her pleasure growing through their lips. “So wet, you are, my dear little wife.”

Daemon leaned down to look with wanting at his Mellara being so consumed by the pleasure he gave her. It was filling him with so much lust, lust beyond what was there to be had. It had all been bubbling up inside him. Not once did he bed any woman in the three years in the war. Not once even offered. He had been yearning for his little dragon, she was the one he needed. She was the only one that could satisfy him, the only one that made him greatly filled with eagerness to continue to please her. No one can make him yearn for it so much, to wait so long for one moment. None had ever had the power to do so. Only his Mellara.

She could feel herself getting tighter around his fingers and as he kept pumping into her, all she could ever think was the amazing feeling, almost intoxicating and devouring. Mellara can only called out her husband’s name over and over again, which pleased him with delight. It had been something he had been wanting. Each time she screamed his name, calling him her husband had energized him so much as he pumped into her even harder. She felt then that she had come, the swirling pool of desire flowed through her.

As she sat up when the high of pleasure ended, it caused her more pleasure to see her husband lick her juices from his fingers. “You taste wonderfully, wife. You are the marvel of the world.”

Mellara could smile at him in her fantastical delirium and he did too but he was not done with her. Before long, the rogue had lunged towards her womanhood with his lips causing his little dragon to whimper as he entered his mouth into her, his tongue swirling around her insides like it was the fountain of life. Youth sprang through her and through him. Mellara had not known anything like it, not even when they had laid together all those years ago. Her wanting of him, her already releasing of pleasure before – it had all excited her body to react.

He continued on and on and on and on, not giving his beloved any rest. Only the scent of pleasure consuming them all at once, not caring for who shall see or who shall come to expose them.

Mellara could hardly care as she allow her fingers to grab his long silver locks that flowed through the small of his back as he continued to awaken her desires. Daemon groaned as she did so, pushing even harder and harder as she started to move against his tongue. The young princess used her other hand to grab the soft linen lines as she cried out in ecstasy, feeling herself come once again. He removed his tongue from her womanhood and kissed her, making her feel the womanhood he loved. Kissing her thighs lovingly, Daemon watch her body limp through weariness as pleasure slowly shook her body.

“You did so well, my wife.” Daemon praised, heavy in pleasure as he watched her shift her body after she recovered herself. “You did so well.”

She kissed his palm as she leaned upwards. “I am so delighted by you.”

“As am I wish you.” Daemon whispers, kissing wrist. “I have missed you.’

“As have I.”

"Are you willing to make up for our lost time, my love?” He asked her warmly as The princess shook her head. “Why? Is there something you wish to do? Should we stop?”

“I want to touch you.” Melalra said as she neared his manhood and looked at his eyes. “Grant my request, my beloved husband.”

"I cannot say no to you, my love.” Daemon says, sighing as he smiled. “Go ahead my beloved wife. Touch me as you wish.”

The young princess smiled at her husband as she looked at him, bending her head down with her hair following. She allowed her fingers to touch the tip of his penis, causing him to grunt a little. Usually this was a whore’s job. Mellara had no business to do such a thing, as a noble woman, a princess. But she wanted him. She wanted him to remember that she wanted this. That he will only have this moment with her. She will enjoy this. She grinned as she allowed one hand to grab it into a small fist. Daemon grunted more as she started to allow the fist to go up and down, swloly and then gradually with speed. Melalra watched his face become contorted with pleasure as he started to become undone as she started to move her hand faster and faster and faster.

Daemon felt her stop. He lowered his body, gazing at her before finding himself throwing his head backas she took hold of the cock with both hands and took it in her mouth. Mellara allowed half inside then little by little she allowed all of it inside of her. Once he was fully inside her mouth, she started to bob her head deeper and deeper at her pace. Daemon was groaning and moaning, holding onto the the linen as started to reveal her hidden mastery. Her right hand massaged his balls while her other hand touched her womanhood and moved her finger inside, giving herself to pleasure just as much as she would for him.

Daemon felt his hand rest upon her head as she continued to bob into his manhood and soon he was helping her as he thrusted into her mouth and his hand forced her head to thrust into him deeper. The young silver princess had felt herself gagged at the tightness of his manhood in her mouth. She finally came with a small sound bellowing from her. Daemon groaned hard in pleasure as he continued to thrust and thrust into her and came inside of her with a loud roar. Mellara had drank all of her husband as the sweat of pleasure was evidently slick to their bodies.

The high had taken them both, the two falling atop each other as the pleasure belted through the dragons. It had been so long, since they had found themselves pleasuring each other. This was not what Mellara had expected. But it was hard to understand, their relationship. It was what it was. They felt resentment at times, they part from one another with constant anger and disappointment. It could not be helped.

That happens. But they know they could never have anyone besides each other. One soul cannot survive without the other. Not even if the gods decided to end this life and tear them apart in another. Mellara Targaryen was certain. She would continue to find him over and over again. She knew with certainty that he would do the same thing too.

“I meant it. I always have, my beloved little dragon.” Daemon says as he gathered his breath. Mellara raised a brow, brain fogged with weariness. “All these years waiting, playing by the rules. I want to correct that mistake, my love. At this very moment.”

“Do you really?” She sobered from her high, moving closer to him. He nodded, eyes full of determination. “Daemon, I want to tell you that this would not be easy. Viserys will not sanction it and he expects me to return, to wed.”

He took her hand, playing with the small of her fingers. He smiles down at her. “I would not have chosen you if I had known it would be easy. My love, I have loved you. Since I saw you holding flowers in your hands in Dragonstone, I had chosen you.”

Mellara felt her eyes water, smiling at him with joy. “As I have you, my love. I have always loved you, I just did not know then, to admit it. Even when we had it hard, you stuck by my side. Even when I pushed you away, you still stood beside me.”

“Hm, and its because I have none other than you.” He whispers back to her, kissing her fingers softly. “That is why I want you. I want to be your husband, Mellara. Fuck the world, what my brother thinks. All that matters is us, you. Our son. Nothing else matters.”

Her eyes gleamed. “Then I take you, my beloved, as my husband. If you would have me.”

“I will.” He swears to her breathlessly, brushing through her silver crown. “I take you, only you. My wife.”

Daemon stood from his position, lettind her hand rest upon her side and gathered Dark Sister upon the table nearby. Daemon unseathed the sword from its sleeping confines. Mellara gazed at the sword, awe-stricken. Daemon knelt in front of her, holding out the Valyrian steel sword and placing the small of his palm on the blade and squeezing it. Blood poured through the sword and soon enough, his eyes drifted to her with so much love in his eyes. She could feel her heart pound, as though she was one of the living again. She no longer was wandering.

Her heart was here and her life was here. This was home. Soon enough complete. She let her hand rest atop the blade, squeezing it tightly just as he did. It did not hurt her, but she had flinched at the size of the sword. Her blood poured against his, dripping through the sword’s hilt. Mellara let go soon after and as did Daemon. He placed the sword carefully upon the side and turned back to her. Taking her hand into his, their blood continued to drip down their arms, intertwining like it had been an endless knot being put together over and over. Daemon smiled at her as he placed a kiss upon the top of her hand and soon she too followed, returning his smile.

“I take you, Mellara Targaryen, as my chosen wife.” Daemon’s voice deepened in Valyrian as she watched him. “Ashes to ashes, we may become. The fourteen fires and fourteen gods guide us through. I chose you till the end of my days as I do return to home. Through fire and through blood, we shall unite as one. Husband and wife, from now till forever.”

“It is my turn.” Mellara whispered to him, watching him nod and smile. She could not take her eyes away from him. “I take you, Daemon Targaryen, as my chosen husband. Ashes to ashes, we may become. The fourteen fires and fourteen gods guide us through. I chose you till the end of my days as I do return to home. Through fire and through blood, we shall unite as one. Husband and wife, from now till forever.”

“Then we are married by the eyes of Valyria.” Daemon beamed proudly, parting their hands. Mellara squealed of joy as she and Daemon leand forward and kissed one another, sealing the matrimony. “This is the truest marriage we have. We have chosen each other, without pressure or mistake. I chose you, wife.”

“As I did you, husband.” She liked that, to call him such a word. “I chose you too.”

“No matter what comes, my love.” Daemon whispers to her, taking her face into his hands. “Nothing else will matter. Other men, other women. Whoeever my brother says we are married to. They are falsities. You and I, we are the truest one. Do you understand?”

Mellara nodded, smiling happily. “Yes, my love. I do.”

Daemon grinned happily. “That makes me happy.”

“We have much to talk about.” Mellara says in a mumble, taking his hand onto his. “Much to plan. Much to say.”

“That can all wait.” Daemon says to her, shaking his head. “Our son, I would like to meet him.”

Mellara smiled. “He will be here soon. You will see him for yourself. He is you.”

“My, then he will be breaking hearts.” Daemon jested as he gazed at his wife. “He will grow up well, if he has your mind.”

“He will.” Mellara giggled at his words. “But most of all, he will grow happily loved by you and I. We will be complete.”

Daemon could not help but agree. “Yes, we will. I am sure of it.”

The gods gave man three chances at life, she thinks.

Her first wish was for her mother and father.

Her second wish was to be with her husband.

But the third, the third was for this happiness.

#house of the dragon #daemon targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen #house targaryen #hotd #stepstones #valyria

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queerlordsimon · 2 years

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Ok, I'm a writer who wishes to write. But has no idea what to write. (I have one thing in progress but I'm out of internal fs to give to write it right now)

So, prompts. Characters. Whatnot.

Characters I'll write for.

Twisted wonderland

Pretty much everyone, not the teachers or jamil/grimm.(if you ask for Jamil I will unapologetically do it poorly, sorry) won't do ortho as well, purely because of age. I can not garentee the quality of work if you ask for sebek as I don't know him well, and ace and rook, purely because I don't think I can write them well. But I'd give it a go

My hero

I'm open to writing most characters here as well, except mineta, muscular, endeavor, and tiny children. I cannot garrentee the quality of most of the league, except toga. Dabi, and shiggy. And anyone From class 1-b, but I'll give it a go and try my best. (Also I have only seen to like, halfway through season 3, so I won't be great at those characters, but I'll try

Obey me!

Anyone but Luke, but I'm not well aquinted with thirteen, Raphael, and mephestophelis.

Im not sure or positive on any others that I write a ton for, but feel free to ask if I know it, If I do I'm more then likely willing to try.

I'll do most au ideas. Nsfw or sfw. I'll leave some prompts below for asking as well

kissing in the rain and getting soaked before running inside laughing

playing with their hair while their head in your lap

jolting awake after a nightmare and being comforted

theres only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling

you confessed your feelings and were about to kiss but we get interrupted

"you are breathtaking"

"i cant help it, you're fun to mess with

"we both dont want to do this, i know. but you have to understand that we need this."

"why didnt you say h-how bat it was?"

"im not a lot of peoples favourite person."

"no ones ever done that to me before"

"could you play with my hair?"

13. "i cant remember the last time i did this with somesomeon

14. "that feels nice."

15. "i havent been hugged in years"

16. you put your arm around me and i literally felt my knees buckle

17. "i just want to be held for a little while"

18." ive never been in a relationship before, so i dont really know how to do the whole… kissing thing."

19. "take another step, and i cant be help responsible for my actions."

20, " theres only one rule. you cant use your hands."

21. "look deep into my eyes, sweetheart."

22. "i want you to leave marks"

23. "i want to watch you fall apart."

24." i dreamed of you all night"

25. "the things that i want to do to you, baby"

26. i have you shoved against the wall but now i cant stop looking at your mouth.

27. i just told you i like you but now im shy and say, 'never mind, forget it; and why are you looking at me like that?

28. congratulations! one of your dreams has finially come true, let me give you a big hug and wow youre warm

29. "im going to marry you one day"

30. "i was wondering how long you two were going to make out like that before you realize you werent alone."

31. "were you just touching yourself?"

32. "can you please come and get me?"

33. "hey, just look at me, breathe"

34. " you need to eat something."

35. "what happened to you??"

36. "apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together"

37. "cant you see it? the spirit of the dragon is within them"

38."how long have you been covering this?"

39."im way to sober for this."

40. "damn it, why arent you obeying the laws of physics?"

41. "i dont know whats wrong, okay? im just….really tired."

42. "my mind is in a dark place, you dont want to be there."

43."i wasnt born to be soft and quiet. i was born to make the world shatter and shake at my fingertips."

44. "theres a reason im afraid of my own shadow."

45. "their back. i saw them last night, but they wouldnt talk to me and it looked like they had a black eye."

46. "shit, your freezing, lets get you warmed up, alright?"

47. "you cant keep it all inside you know. bottling it up wont do any good"

48. "only a fool would fall in love with someone as deadly as me"

49."sometimes memories are the worst form of tourture."

50. "they were made of ice and glass, but they would risk being broken"

you dont have to request a prompt, just ideas.

just ask character, au/prompt, gender of reader. any other specifics youd like/need (such as a specific idea, sfw or nsfw. ext)

any underaged character will be aged up

#twst #twisted wonderland #mha #bnha #foryou #obey me #prompts #writing #xreader #request #fluff #angst #au #smut

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cortexreaver · 1 year

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apparently i wrote this in november i assume i never posted it because 1. it was stupid 2. drafts temporarily ate it thus 3. i forgot. it's probably an unfinished list of half-formed thoughts i dont remember what most of it says anyway end preface start post:

in the approximate month since i first played it ive apparently spent around 218 hours blocking out the horrors with dragon age inquisition at the time of starting to write this post. so heres my review but not really these are just #thoughts about an 8-year-old video game. this got out of control i need it out of my drafts but at this point i dont want to just delete it. longest fucking post ive ever written anywhere under the cut

initial + overall thoughts: i had low expectations and when i started out and the character creator sliders were different and the combat was different and the skill trees were sideways and you couldnt manually distribute your attributes and everything was hd realistic shiny raytrace 4k particle physics like youve never seent hem before and so on and so forth my kneejerk reaction having just played dao: awakening was "this feels weird, i'm gonna hate this." and there were a lot of things i didn't like about it but there were things i thought i wouldn't like that i ended up enjoying. the former was mainly plot and lore stuff and some gameplay mechanics and the latter was individual writing of many characters and level design and, most surprisingly, crafting (i liked the masterwork material stuff)

THOUGHTS ON PLOT: as stated above i thought it was some silly shit but i'm gonna keep it vague because zeroing in on each point i had issues with or just thought was lame would make this post even longer than it's going to be. so like the thing is i thought the game before this one was also fucking stupid however da2 got a pass from me because, in addition to it being produced in a time frame far too narrow for what it was supposed to be, it's all SO melodramatic and half-baked and so many things go nightmarishly wrong for hawke and pals that it loops around to being fun. inquisition i assume is also supposed to be an emotional rollercoaster but nothing really hit for me like some parts of da2 did. obviously that in itself isn't a bad thing, and it could partly be a me problem. hold that thought and peruse two paragraphs of rambling that i don't want to cut out but would fit even worse if tacked them on the end of this section.

one big thing i noticed is that inquisition feels less concerned with your character's background and their personal journey over the course of the game. i realize i'm not alone in this sentiment but that's the consequence of playing a game 8 years late. at times it was hard to pin down exactly why my inquisitor felt so flat compared to to my wardens and hawkes, but—when it wasn't a majority of the voice lines being read in almost the exact same cadence—i think it had something to do with the fact that the game starts with its focus on introducing the first big universal threat rather than introducing you to your character. your background is a short paragraph on the character creation screen and it gets referenced a few times for light flavor and if/when people are being racist towards you (i played as an elf) (i have thoughts on how odd playing this game as a dalish elf felt but nothing that hasn't been said before by pretty much every other person who's played as an elf)

in contrast origins has its backgrounds that each set a distinct tone and serve as introductions to various aspects of the da universe as well as giving context for how your character became a grey warden while leaving enough blanks for you to feel in control of your character's personality; similarly, da2's entire first two acts detail how a guy with nothing but a magnetic personality and the power of These Hands* became so respected by the freak shits running the city he fled to from his plague-ridden homeland that they turned to him to resolve their nuclear slapfight. in inquisition you're a pariah for the first like five minutes and then everyone realizes your special hand makes you the only person capable of fixing everything and after passing out from the power of your own earthshattering swag you awake to find yourself effectively in charge of an organization devoted to being heroic. life hack i guess

*not to be confused with inquisition's The Hand

inquisition's main theme, i think, was the past; looking at the past and its inhabitants for what they really were, even when the truth challenges one's beliefs. it's a clash between the past and the present for control of the future. the inquisition unwaveringly pushes towards the future even if it means discarding the past; the main villain, literally one of the guys whose foolery and fuckery spawned the chantry's canticle about evil mages walking into god's house and trashing it, is a walking relic of the past and he clings to it even as he's losing, crying out for The Old Gods to save him as you strike the final blow. you wage war on his supporters, you find the cracks in his armor, you kill his lame ass dragon because that's the only way to ensure he's dead for real this time or some shit, you kill him, you kill the past. it's a fitting theme for a game that strays so far from its prequels in almost every aspect to have woven into it.

near the end i took a break to finally play origins' witch hunt dlc and realized that that was where the concepts of fade rifts and eluvians and morrigan having mysterious motives were first established which provided context for parts of inquisition that i previously thought had been pulled out of someone's ass. 99% my bad for assuming a dlc wouldn't contain seeds of main plot points given that inquisition's main villain is the jokester from da2's legacy dlc but arguably 1% not my bad because my assumption was based on the amount of shit from origins that either didn't matter later in the series or underwent changes so drastic they bordered on retcon.

i thought it was funny that the mage-templar conflict that was built up over the course of the first two games escalated off-screen to a war that you personally ended in main story mission 3 of 10 (11 counting the trespasser dlc) and then the chodester whose shit you kicked in in legacy shows up and yoinks the spotlight. sure legacy ends with the implication that you haven't seen the last of his funny ass but if i hadn't already spoiled his role in inquisition for myself i would've been like no way it's this guy again you are shitting me. there's another bigger villain after this one right? but no it's just him and his pet dragon and then your shiftiest companion who is definitely a mortal being steals morrigan's "i have...... plans. goodbye my friend" bit except with more of a lore dump because he physically can't shut the fuck up. also objectively funny that you can have your character become convinced that they have indeed been sent by god to build a paramilitary force so powerful it starts freaking people out. the only thing that can stop a bad guy with a cult is a good guy with a cult

OTHER WRITING THOUGHTS jesus fucking christ this post is long: i liked a lot of the writing on an individual character basis. i had warmed up to pretty much every companion i wasn't big on by the end of the game, i think because i took the time to chat with them when given the option to and did everyone's personal quests. they all have at least one moment where it becomes clear why they are the way they are, what experiences have shaped their values and worldview and personality. i did not like that the wardens were fully turned into another dumb asshole brigade which is another thing that started in legacy that i wouldn't have expected to continue in a main installment, in this case because iirc the wardens trying to summon a darkspawnimation whatever the fuck in legacy were just some fringe weirdos in the desert? maybe i'm remembering wrong. anyway yeah remember when the wardens were scapegoats in origins well this time they're bad for real* to fuckin uhhh make a point about how anyone can become corrupted or something idk you can still collect grey warden decorations for your nice guys inc. headquarters though and nobody gives a shit

*"what about the time those fereldan wardens tried to overthrow king arland in 7:5 storm" not my prablem

THOUGHTS ON LEVEL DESIGN AND VISUALS: uh i wasn't expecting this game to be so big for some reason and by the time i finished i was a little over it but initially i was pleasantly surprised that there was still more to see wherever i was and excited to explore it all. aside from one cave in the storm coast where my party would get stuck in a corner and some rare (completely optional) pure platforming that was placed in the game by devils to taunt completionist dickheads like me every area is laid out really well

#final editors note what is it about this series that makes people physically incapable of shutting the fuck up about it #ive never willingly had this much to say on paper about anything else ever genuinely unrecognizable behavior

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parasite-core · 1 year

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This week in pathfinder, we entered the Eon Pit and retrieved a number of items of interest to our party as well as the key we were seeking, risking being aged to death by the winds of time and being driven insane by the Curse of Eons when we did. Then we travelled through time again and went for round two, this time within the Mother Statue of Atrosa.

@scarlet-the-girl

In the room where we’d fought the Gorgon, Calio checked behind the illusory wall and found a Wand of Tongues. He whispered to Nestian that he’d found something that would be useful to try to talk to Kostchtchie later. Unfortunately, Aenland overheard, and confronted them, saying he thought they’d agreed to leave the timeline alone. Nestian said he respected Aenland’s choice to leave things alone with Xanthadon because that was his business, but he was going to do something about Kostchtchie. Calio agreed, he wasn’t going to sit around doing nothing while the Crone Queens had mythic power and we had a potential way to remove that from the board. Aenland said that he’d already laid out why that was a bad idea and he didn’t get why we weren’t listening. Calio told him he’d only laid out why it was a bad idea in theory, he didn’t know any more than the rest of us. Aenland stated that so far his theories have always been right, so they should listen to him. Calio felt like Aenland is delusional and full of himself and that no amount of arguments will convince him since the universe seems dead set on upholding his delusions of grandeur, so he didn’t bother arguing that point. Instead, Nestian stated that none of them are experts on time, so none of them have any way of knowing which way things can go, so why cower from it? Calio jumped on that train of thought, and said that he can contact someone who is an expert on time. Nestian assumed Vigliv, but Calio disagreed—she’s and expert on fate. He was, of course, talking about Keisuke. Nestian and Aenland were wary of this idea, even if Calio could contact him through time, which was probably not possible. Aenland argued that if Keisuke was in this time it might be the same situation as Xanthadon, and they’d be giving someone information they don’t need at a time when they shouldn’t have it. Calio felt Aenland was being paranoid and overly cautious. Nestian asked Edeya for her opinion. She felt we should focus on what was in front of us—the keys—instead of trying to change the last in unpredictable ways. Calio relented that for now it didn’t matter since we were in the middle of a statue and not in a position to talk to Kostchtchie or Xanthadon, so we could save the speculation until after we’d gotten the first key and returned to the village.

On our way back to the locked door we had passed by prior, we came upon an iced over passage, which Nestian broke open. Inside we found three items frozen to the ground, which we broke free. A wand of invisibility, a necklace of fireballs type IV, and a helm of telepathy. I forget who took the wand (Aenland I think, I recall he was the one who broke it free and tried to use it to open the frozen door in the room thinking it was a puzzle) but Nestian got the necklace, and Calio got the helm.

The party returned to the locked door they had passed by prior, and opened it. Beyond a winding hall they came upon a room filled with dazzlingly bright light. Within were creatures that were invisible in the light—Lurkers in Light. Despite their advantage, the party cleared the Lurkers with little trouble. The bigger issue were the four wooden golems shaped like maidens that were guarding them. They shot splinters of wood into the party and we’re not susceptible to most of what the magic users had up their sleeves.

So the physical fighters plus Levi took them out—Levi with the help of a new spell Calio had been sitting on, Undying Rage, which buffed the skeletal dragon.

Then the party moved forward—into the chamber of the Eon Pit.

There they found Jadrenka arguing with another woman—who they soon learned was her mother, Caigreal. Caigreal had been the warden of Artrosa until a few days prior, but now Jadrenka held power over the dungeon, and she banished her mother. Caigreal tried to make a deal with us that should we want to dethrone Jadrenka, we could side with her, but Jadrenka shook the room when she brought her staff upon the ground, and Caigreal made a swift retreat.

Nestian had noticed that Caigreal appeared to have an illusion over her, and asked what she really was, but Jadrenka simply said she was ‘no longer a problem’. Then she invited us in to speak with her before the Eon Pit.

What we were seeking was at the bottom of the pit. The pit itself was deadly—it could age you to death if you stayed in it too long, and upon taking an object from its depths you would have to survive the Curse of Eons, which would try to break your mind. However before the party would even be allowed access to try to survive the pit, they would have to prove their worth against one last trial.

As Jadrenka said this, people entered from doorways in other parts of the room—all paths lead to the Eon Pit, and Kostchtchie and Xanthadon had both arrived in time to face challenges of their own. Jadrenka addressed them both—Kostchtchie had come seeking the pit itself, but perhaps he would find something within that he desired, and Xanthadon would find the cure she was seeking, if they could best the challenges placed before them.

Kostchtchie was given the challenge of the past, as an enormous frost giant rose up to face him. Kostchtchie flew into a rage and met him in combat. Xanthadon was given the challenge of the future, and a demon was summoned, a Hezrou, a swamp dweller from the depths of the abyss. Xanthadon sent her remaining men away, and faced the demon in single combat.

Jadrenka turned to our party. She said we had no past, as we didn’t even exist yet, and our future was still in flux, so she would give us the Test of the Present. She summoned from throughout the statue a corrupted Nymph and her twisted children—the mate and children of the fiendish Satyr we’d killed earlier. She told us to stomp out this infestation, and access to the Pit would be ours.

Nestian moved up and began the assault on the corrupted fey with his cold iron longsword. The fey stepped away and used Flame Strike on the party—doing some major damage to poor Greta and a decent chunk to everyone else. Calio attempted to throw the Nymph into the Eon Pit with Boneshaker, but she resisted—she still took a good chunk of damage however, and Calio painted a target on himself for the nearest two sons. Aenland killed one of the four twisted fey outright with four arrows to the head.

The first of the sons threw a bomb at Calio—hitting him spot on, and dealing a decent chunk of splash damage to Greta and Levi. The other brother tried to shoot Calio with a poisoned dart, but the nearly-undead man easily resisted the poison. Greta went after the third brother, who ineffectively shot a dart at her.

Nestian tore into the Nymph with two critical hits—but she was still up. She repositioned herself and hit Nestian, Aenland, and Greta with a Lightning Bolt.

Calio cast a touch spell and risked getting close to the corrupted Fey, placing a hand on her and casting Slay Living. He did a massive amount of damage, leaving her on death’s door.

Aenland took out another of the brothers. Of the remaining brothers, one hit Levi with a bomb and managed to destroy the undead for the day, and the other tried to throw a bomb at Greta, but missed.

Nestian attacked the Nymph, and threw her into the Eon Pit as he cut her through—her pieces ripping apart and scattering through time, never to be seen again.

Aenland killed the brother who was attacking Greta—for Calio’s sake, not Greta’s. And Calio took care of the final brother, using Boneshaker to throw him in the Eon Pit with his mother, to be ripped apart by the winds of time.

Jadrenka congratulated the party for completing their test, stating she’d believed in us. The other two combatants were still facing their tests—Xanthadon was holding her own again the demon, but Kostchtchie was bloodied, although still fighting furiously.

Jadrenka welcomed us to enter the Pit. Edeya said she had no desire to go into the Pit, and she’d keep watch up top. Calio was absolutely going into the pit. Aenland and Nestian followed suit. They went down the stairs, into an unsettling view in which they saw the same view infinitely any way they looked (think looking through a portal with a portal behind you in Portal and seeing yourself an infinite number of times). Each person had to make a fortitude save against the aging effect of the Pit—a few of us had to use Hero Points to save ourselves.

When they made it to the bottom, they found a number of items in alcoves. There was, of course, the blue dragon scale they required. There was a potion of Human Reincarnation—it would kill you and bring you back as a human if drunk while alive, or reincarnate you as a human if used on a corpse. It wouldn’t be pleasant if used while alive.

There were The Wrists of Winter, which would allow the wearer to use Alter Self at will.

There were spectacles that would allow the wearer to immediately learn Druidic if they took a rank in Linguistics, even if they weren’t a Druid.

There was a Stone of Farspeech, along with a +1 voucher to allow a second one to be sent to anyone in the world.

And there was a bloodstained pocket watch—The Nine-tailed Kitsune’s Pocket Watch, which would allow the holder to change a single numerical value in their spell into the nearest multiple of 9. Calio surmised this belonged to Keisuke due to having noted a quirk of his Sending spell usage earlier—he could use 27 words instead of 25.

Aenland decided to take the scale, since that was our objective. He passed the will save, and disbelieved the dragon that came out of the ground with the scale. He then had a vision of catfolk on a battlefield. He didn’t understand the meaning of the vision.

Calio went next—after an agonizing decision between the gauntlets for Greta or the pocket watch that belonged to Keisuke, he chose the gauntlets. He hallucinated a winter wolf leaping at him, teeth bared, going for the kill, but he disbelieved it, knowing Greta would never to that to him.

Last was Nestian. He chose the spectacles. He disbelieved his hallucination, then saw a vision of the Sylph we’d fought in the Pale Tower. She was angry, referring directly to Nestian and saying ‘he isn’t even a Druid!’, to which another person told her ‘You aren’t either.’ Nestian had the feeling this really happened, but he didn’t remember it.

We quickly exited before the pit could affect us further. At the top, Jadrenka was no longer waiting at the mouth of the Pit. Xanthadon was there, having bested her opponent. Jadrenka was at Kostchtchie’s side, holding the Frost Giant with one hand before telling him ‘you won’t do this to him again’, and casting Slay Living on him—killing the giant instantly, and saving the unconscious warlord. Xanthadon noted dryly that she thought Jadrenka couldn’t help us with our tests. Jadrenka sheepishly told Xanthadon she had passed her test, and could enter the Pit to take what she had come for—all while cradling Kostchtchie’s head in a gentle, loving manner, and beginning to heal his wounds.

Calio wanted to go back into the Pit to get the pocket watch. He gave Greta the gauntlets he’d retrieved for her. She said she would wait to use them until he’d returned, sane, for him to see her human form again. He agreed that he’d be back in a moment, and went to enter the Pit at the same time as Xanthadon. Aenland joined him.

Aenland noted that Xanthadon had been eavesdropping on them. Xanthadon hissed that insane people like them weren’t worthy of entering the Eon Pit. Aenland decided he’d prefer if she simply believed they were insane.

As Aenland and Calio entered the Pit, someone else darted in after them—Snezhinka. She ran ahead—failed to resist the aging effects and grew half her age category older, but still darted ahead of us in search of something, despite Edeya yelling after her to get back.

Calio used his last Hero Point to resist the aging effect.

They made it back down to the bottom of the Pit. Calio grabbed the pocket watch without hesitation. He failed the save with a nat 1. He used his Thread of Fate. He failed a second time. Nestian, who had been holding a rope to pull them up if something went wrong, used his own Hero Point with them connected to boost his roll just above the threshold.

Calio saw Keisuke, holding the watch at the same time as him. He looked at Calio, saying in a dark tone that no one else would take this. But Calio disbelieved the image, knowing that Keisuke had a fondness for him. Then he had another vision. Keisuke was standing over someone. He said ‘…you’ll never see Nestian again’, before bending down and ripping out the person’s heart.

Calio has no idea what *that* was all about. But apparently Keisuke knew Nestian before, even if Nestian doesn’t know Keisuke now.

Next up, Snezhinka took the potion of Human Reincarnation. She made the Will save. We saw flashes of what her vision was—colors, yellow, and four people standing over her—a raven winged tiefling, a plant being, a blind man, and a man in full armor.

Xanthadon went next. She grabbed a bag of herbs that hadn’t been there last time we entered the Eon Pit. She succeeded her will save, but she had the intelligence for us to not view whatever she saw. After she viewed her vision, she quickly opened the bag of herbs and looked through it as if to make sure it was real, then said to herself ‘you’re going to be okay, mother.’

Aenland went last. He had actually entered the pit hoping that entering with Xanthadon would pull a version of her from a time more aligned with him to talk to.

He didn’t get a Xanthadon to talk to, but he did see the version of the drow he recognized from their time. Looking into the strange infinity, he saw Xanthadon standing over someone, about to kill them. She stopped, and looked up at Aenland. Her demeanor changed. ‘I don’t want to do this.’

Aenland decided to take the Stone of Farspeech. He had an unusual vision of a person in a circus, who explained how the stone worked—basically like a walkie-talkie. This was a reference to a prior campaign where the Stones of Farspeech came from and this particular temporal clown made their other appearances, much to the fear of the players (or at least me, I can’t speak for anyone else but I learned to dread this temporal anomaly), although they weren’t antagonistic this time, they were just checking in.

With the items acquired, we exited the Pit. Jadrenka was still caring for Kostchtchie, who was now conscious and mumbling about something in Ioberian, to which she was assuring him ‘it’s okay, your father is dead’. Jadrenka informed us that the second key we needed was in the Mother Statue. It was not open now, it would open when the moon aligned properly—which could take a week or a century depending on the rotation of the planet and the moon. She noted that as we were Honored Riders, she was sure we would find a way to enter the statue.

We decided to take our leave. We exited the statue, passed by the Witch Tree (Calio fed it a few corpses), and flew back down the side of the statue. We spoke to Erdija, and decided to return to the Dancing Hut on our own while she waited for the others to exit the statue. We returned to the centaur village, where the chief asked us an odd question while we passed through: why had we come through a few weeks prior but never left the hut? To our knowledge we didn’t come through a few weeks prior, unless some future version of us did for some reason.

We returned to the Hut, made a save against the plague in the air of Ioberia, and then went to rest for a bit. Nestian tried to talk to Ratabor and Zorka about Ratabor and Kostchtchie being one and the same, but Ratabor seemed to be incapable of comprehending what Nestian was talking about whenever he tried to mention Kostchtchie, and Zorka had never known about such a thing.

Calio decided to contact Keisuke and ask him for advice, as the time expert. He used Keisuke’s watch to get extra words in the Sending—a gesture which was noticed by Keisuke and he gave a nod to it with his own reply also being 27 words.

‘We’ve travelled through time. I believe we can stop the queens from getting mythic power. Aenland is paranoid bad things will happen. You’re the expert on time.’

‘Time can be rewritten. Push too much, and you’ll create a new future. That’s not bad, but be sure you want it. Isn’t your new future good?’

Calio considered Keisuke’s words, and for now hasn’t shared this conversation as he’s now uncertain if he wants to try changing the future.

As the party got ready to rest, Edeya confronted Snezhinka about her running into the Eon Pit. Afterwards she told the others that Snezhinka said she wanted the potion ‘just incase Edeya needed her’, in an emergency, and Edeya would be holding onto it. Edeya was worried about Snezhinka, especially because she could actually tell that she’d aged, unlike everyone else.

The party rested for the night, and the next day they threw the clock back into the soup and hoped for the best.

They went back out into Ioberia and met with a number of centaur guards, who greeted us in a much more friendly and less wary manner than last time, and offered to escort us back to their camp to meet with the chief. We agreed.

When we arrived to the camp, it was not Korak Kaag who greeted us, but instead an older Erdija.

Apparently we’d jumped ahead a hundred years. Erdija was the new chief of the clan. She’d learned the truth about the clan’s purpose to protect the resting place of the Dancing Hut the day we’d left, and then been trained on the duties of a chieftain before Korak Kaag eventually passed away peacefully of old age—although she admitted he’d probably have preferred if she told them he’d gone down fighting a horde of Frost Giants instead of peacefully surrounded by family members.

Erdija told us that we’d not-so-coincidentally shown up just as the moon was aligned for the Mother statue of Atrosa to open. She assumed that was our goal. We agreed (except for Aenland, who joked that, no, we were here for the Crone Statue. We needed to go back and try again.) Erdija figured since from our perspective we’d only been gone a day, we likely remembered the way, if we just wanted to go ourselves. She didn’t have a young guide to send to test to be the next chieftain like Korak Kaag had for her, although if we needed a guide she was sure she could get someone. We declined, agreeing that we knew the way ourselves.

We made our way back to Atrosa, and once again flew up the side of the statue—this time the pregnant Mother statue in the center. There were no Will-o-Wisps this time. According to Erdija, in some previous expedition, someone had gotten so frustrated with them they’d spent an entire afternoon clearing them all out. She didn’t doubt more would eventually appear, but for now the path up was entirely clear.

At the top, however, we met a second Witch Tree. It started with its spiel about how it needed a sacrifice, but we interrupted and told it that we’d prefer the riddle. In frustration it told us it would give us the hardest riddle any being could possibly conceive.

It started to give us the same exact riddle the previous Witch Tree had given.

Calio interrupted, giving her the Black Rider’s name before she’d even gotten halfway through the riddle. Aenland told him that was cheating and he should have let her finish. Calio told the tree that they’d heard that one before. The tree screamed in frustration, but moved aside regardless. Like the previous tree she tried to convince Aenland to get in her mouth so she could eat him, but he once again refused since she would flat out eat him and not compromise and just take a taste. Calio considered bringing this one a corpse but he doesn’t like this one as much as the previous tree so he probably won’t bother remembering.

The party went down the stairs, and immediately came upon Jadrenka. She was in a room full of children. She was older, and appeared to be pregnant. She greeted us in a much more reserved manner than last time. She assumed we were here seeking what we had been after last time: the second key. We agreed. She told us we could guess where it was at. The Mother Statue’s Eon Pit. She gave us the key we would need, then said we would next see her in the Eon Pit.

When she vanished, the room changed. Like in the meadow of the Maiden, where the bull became a Gorgon, in this room the children became murderous little fey creatures.

We swept through them with little trouble. Even Levi had no trouble hitting their AC with all of his attacks—that AC was that low.

Once we’d cleared the fey, we went to the door out. It was locked. The key Jadrenka gave us didn’t unlock it. Nestian hit it with Baba Yaga’s Besom and unlocked it.

We entered what appeared to be a lavish bedroom—Calio, however, saw through the illusion, and much of it was just bare stone like the rest of the dungeon.

There was a woman trapped behind bars in the room. She spoke to us in Draconic, drawing a blade. Calio used the Wand of Tongues he’d picked up, and assured her that we weren’t her enemies, we had no reason to fight her. She noted that Jadrenka had no reason to use Tongues since she spoke all languages, so she lowered her weapon. She introduced herself as Marislava. She was once Jadrenka’s lover, but Jadrenka had gotten it into her head that Marislava was cheating on her with the corrupted fey we’d already killed, and she’d locked her in this room ‘to keep her safe’. Marislava asked to be let out.

Surprisingly it was Calio who immediately agreed. The idea of a lover caging the object of their affection had made his skin crawl—he’d imagined if any of his past relationships he’d left had ended like that. He said that it was twisted of Jadrenka to cage the person she supposedly loved. Greta was happy to hear him say as much—something Calio hadn’t been expecting, as he hadn’t really been thinking about himself and Greta when talking about this, but it’s something he’s going to remember going forward.

The others agreed that they should free Marislava. Nestian used the Bosem again and unlocked the cage. Marislava began gathering her things. As she did, she mentioned she was somewhat regretful that she had to go—Jadrenka was the reason she *was* Marislava, she owed her a lot. When the party asked what she meant, if Marislava was a title. She disagreed, no, it was her name, but she’d chosen her name. Edeya immediately said she understood, because she was the same. Marislava said that if someone stayed in the Mother statue for long enough, they would permanently become female. Edeya noted that being a lot more convenient than an expensive potion.

Marislava took her axe, her spellbook, and some valuables, and made her exit.

We continued further into the Mother statue.

Through the next hall we found a hidden door. As decided to explore it, and found a stairway down to the Torture Pit, where four Red Caps were sitting around talking.

We got the drop on them, and dispatched them before they could make a single attack.

Then we made our way into the next chamber.

A large dark chamber with black horse statues and tapestries of twisted forests. An alter Calio identified as being to Alazhra, the goddess of Night Hags, stood against the back wall. As we all entered the room, a spectral green fire in the shape of a woman began to emerge from the far wall—a Witchfire, the restless spirit of a particularly evil hag.

#pathfinder #reign of winter #PF weekly #if you think Calio isn’t going to try to Command Undead that Witchfire first thing next session then you don’t know Calio

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What books dont say about friendshipps

Cw: anxiety, depression mention.

Summary: Mako meets one of the teams of remaining pilots, and slowly but surely a friendshipp blooms.

-> Only mutuals allowed to reblog. Nice comments are appreciated

A/n: makos dislikes are from Del Toro's offical bio, and sorry for any innacuracies in the japanese words. Also tagging this in the main tag for her and her source.

A/n 2: for those who found this fic on the main tags for mori/pacific Rim. Jerico is my self insert whose relationshipp with mako is strictly platonic. Enjoy the fanfic! Mako deserves Friends!!

If there was one thing that mako liked to do was to read, mostly engenieering and j-tech books, but one time stacker gave her a book with japanese words, And he never found use to them until now.

The pilots of Blasting supernova had entered the shatterdome, the jaeger was being docked into bay fourteen (which one of the pilots insisted on, as it was a running joke amongst the four pilots), And there she met one of the pilots, Jerico Von Terra, in her files it showed that she had changed her last name, something about being adopted into another family at the age of 15.

Jerico was..., interesting to say the least, she had this imposing strong aura, to the outsider she seemed intimidating and abrasive.

But then she spoke, her green eyes gleamed with joy, and mako stared her in disbelief, how could she be this joyful in a time like this?!, of course there was small things to make one happy...but how could she be this positive?.

As their talk progressed, with stacker telling her the purpose of her being here, mako realized jeri was just a walking Ray of sunshine,she offered to help the crews of other jaegers with some heavy lifting, and even after unpacking her room she helped around to get all the bays ready for the pilots that were still yet to come.

Thats when the first Word of that book came to her mind. The Word "komorebi",a term used to describe the appereance of sunbeams shinning through the leaves in a wooded area. It is also uses to describe longing to be near a person or place too far away for one to easily visit.

Thats how she felt, the pilot of supernova was a walking Ray of sunshine, the Crews relaxed and soon the shatterdome was filled with quiet laughter and jokes. And she wanted to be near her, but she couldnt just follow her around like a lost duckling.

Still, there was something in her that she still didnt like, she had apprehension for tattoos, and jerico had plenty, a half sleeve of a japanese dragon on her left arm, a skull with various eldritch horror themed accesories, a sun on her left pectoral, and the Word "hiraeth" on the inner side of her right forearm. There was also the fact that her nails were painted black, and she wore perfume.

It was mostly superficial things that made her slightly annoyed. But jerico was loud and didnt seem to care what other people said of her.

Regardless, she treated her with respect, because thats something shes supposed to do.

She didnt interact with her until pentecost allowed her to drift with Raleigh.

In the drift, mako saw Raleigh interacting with jerico, she felt the beginning of his attraction to jerico, and she felt the ease and calm that came with being around her.

She saw how she helped him get his room in order, introduce him to gypsy's repair crew, and then she heard some small fragments of conversation.

"Mako did great on the kwoon" jerico said" you two are drift compatible, and she kicked your ass!, it was great! Shes so skilled!"

Then another one, Raleigh started talking saying "you just dont let anything or anyone get to you",

jeri laughed "its not like that, ive learnt to pick my battles. After struggling with depression and anxiety, I learnt that I need to make myself happy, and at the end of the day is my life and I have control over how I act. And yeah the things that I dont have controll over make me loose sleep all the time, but its a constant battle"

She understood that her being passionate, being 'loud' and seem careless was her way of coping, she seemed very nice and fun to be around.

For the most part the first drift went well, but then Raleigh went out of aligment and then so did she.

Mako heard jerico advocating for her and Raleigh, and she sounded dangerously close to duking it out with Chuck.

--Mako is destined to be a great pilot! First drifts are rough and you should know that better than anyone-- her usual energetic yet calm voice took another tint, dangerous and angry.

And she wasnt surprised that jeri was the one to separate Chuck from Raleigh, holding the younger hansen back, her eyes filled with dissappointment And anger.

Pentecost then grounded mako, and with tears of impotence and anger she cried in her room, trying to process that she lost the opportunity of a lifetime.

As she cried quietly a knock on the door was heard-- Ms.Mori? --Jeri called out-- are you okay?

--I am, come back later please...-- she was respectful yet her voice broke half way.

--Please mako, Open up-- the other woman said-- what stack-- what the marshall did wasnt fair.., I tried to argue with him...ill get some sense into that thick head of his...,but first I want to make sure youre okay....

Mako sighed and opened the door, closing it once she was in.

The first thing jerico did was to hug her tight, both were the same height, which was mildly funny to her.

The japanese woman hugged back, quietly sobbing into jeris neck.

--You did so great-- the Argentine woman said-- first drifts are rough. And the fact that pentecost is grounding you its outraging...but I see that you are perfect ranger material..

--Arigatōgozaimashita -- mako whispered.

--Do you want to vent?-- jerico ask-- im not going to judge you.

And so, jeri heard her vent about her frustrations, she didnt even flinch when she started screaming and more tears ran down her face, she felt her temper boil away.

jerico listened carefully, providing comfort and validating her emotions.

Now she looked down at her cup of tea, feeling the other woman put a hand on her back.

--You can always come by to my room if you need company-- jeri said with a warm smile-- you dont need to go through this alone

Mako didnt like to attach herself to people, but she felt like she was drowning and this New woman in her life threw her a life line.

So she took it, for the first time she could consider someone New a....friend.

--Is this what friendshipp is supposed to be like?-- mako asked.

--Yeah, they are supposed to make you feel good about yourself, you can consider me as a Friend

--Never had Friends before-- she muttered-- this...this is nice

Then, another Word from that book came to her mind: "Atarashī" , it could mean that an item was recently purchased or that the person is facing a novel situation that the individual hasnt previously experienced.

--Yeah...you are my friend jerico-- her head rested on the womans shoulder and jeri put her hand on her wrist squeezing it Gently.

That same day,jerico took her to the local market, both got small trinkets and things that made them happy, by the end of the day they were eating dinner looking out at the ocean.

--what do your tattoos mean?--Mako asked, now being able to admire the artistry of each of them.

Jeri shifted her weight to rest on her actual center of gravity and not her elbow that was on the table.

--The skull here? With the wings, Halo and creepy eyes?, And the lyrics? It represents both sides of me, the side that everyone sees, being the good person that likes to help and make people happy, represented by the wings and Halo, and the sides of me that scare me, my anger and sadness that feel like they are going to eat me alive, represented with the sharp fangs on the skull and the tentacles.

The lyrics "I am creation both haunted and Holy, made in glory" is from this song called "creature" by half alive, they remind me that even with these two sides of me, they are part of what makes me...,well, me! And their existence makes mine glorious, because im one of a kind, and still are worthy of the love I give to the World.

Mako is taken back for a moment, she wasnt expecting such a profound answer, she saw her chuckle-- sorry. That caught me off guard...what about the Word in your forearm

--Hiraeth means "the longing or homesickness for a home that never was", since I was a kid, I always lived in Fantasy worlds, lived in my draydreams were I was a strong person who was proud to be herself, and still Applies to today, you can always catch me zoning out and into my Fantasy world

Another profound answer, making mako like jerico a lot more-- the sun under your left collarbone?

--This one-- she taps the minimalist sun tattoo-- its a reminder that in my heart theres still light and good, even if my brain says otherwise, thats why its where it is, yknow how you can feel your heartbeat on the left side of your chest? Yeah

--all your tattoos have a meaning? --She teased.

--Im a hopeless romantic-- she simply replied-- and the half sleeve of the dragon...-- she chuckled-- I always wanted one since I was a kid. I know they mean balance, freedom and good luck, and that they also have great wisdom, those qualities are things I want, I value my freedom, I want to find balance and have wisdom to help other people, and hey a bit of good luck on the side is always nice-- she softly elbowed her ribs and mako laughed loudly.

--Yknow I dont really like tattoos. But I can make an exception for yours, they are really nice -- she said with a small smile.

--Hah, glad I could change your mind, they are really awesome

After mako saved striker eureka, and returned to the base, jerico rushed after her, and hugged her tight, screaming and shouting with happiness.

After operation pitfall,jerico and mako became even closer. Stacker and mako moved into the main land with her adoptive brother, Jake.

One day, jerico came by to visit, and in her arms she brought a small kitten. Something mako always wanted, along side basic commodities for said animal.

--I think im going to call it...Tomodachi, means friend!-- mako squealed holding the kitten.

--Thats such an Adorable name!

At night both stared out into the japanese country side, quietly talking about stacker.

--i always wanted to be like him-- mako commented, and for the first time in a while, a Word from that book that felt like she read it lifetimes ago, came to her mind.

"Akogare" a person's sense of aspiration to be like someone else. --And who do you want to be,mako?

She looked at the fields and thought for a while-- I want to be someone that other people can rely on, I want to be able to express my emotions and help others...

--Hmm, thats a very thoughtful answer-- jeri replied putting an arm around her shoulders and pulling her friend closer.

Mako rested her head on the womans chest and both held eachother like that in silence.

This was what friendshipp is supposed to be like. And mako was glad she had a friend like jerico. And jerico was glad to have mako as her friend.

#cw anxiety mention #tw anxiety mention #tw depression mention #cw depression mention #platonic f/o: mako mori #mako mori #pacific rim

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