#mei-nee

[mei-nee]

#Gintama #銀魂 #銀魂20周年 #mei-nee #my art #fanart #happy 20th anniversary to the series ever!! 🎉 #sakata gintoki #Kagura #shimura shinpachi #sadaharu

[samhm]

"Meiii, i have sleep" and Mei like "really?" JSJSJA

MK talks in his sleep

Mei's sleep schedule has changed

Sun Wukong, Liu er mihou (I forgot his name 😭) and Mk!!! (Qi xiaontian)

#lmk liu er mihou #lmk sun wukong #lmk goldendragon #as friends #lmk mk #lmk macaque #lmk mei #lmk qi xiaotian #lmk long xiaojiao #pls #i nees season 5 now #lmk fanart #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk sketches #lmk six eared macaque #Mei & Mk have a pijama party #my sketches

[mihai-florescu]

Instead of making cisnormative femstars genderbends, yall should open your third eye and realise making fandesigns and hcs for the milfs and sisters is what we as a society should be doing

#anyway madara and tori's sisters are besties and sing together #mei (madara's sister in my head) also plays the guitar #one day ill draw them in a way im satisfied and then you will all see... #oh and sakura nee and himeru are besties but 2 years in the future. it takes time to get there #now tsumugi's mom...mrs aoba has a harem of fellow milfs in love with her but shes oblivious to it #im having so much fun #wait shes divorced. drop the mrs. she's miss aoba

[majestic-salad]

'Jij fietst alsof je op je telefoon zit' is denk ik een van de gemeenste dingen die je kunt zeggen

#nederblr #shoutout naar de meis die voor mij fietste toen ik vanmiddag eens een keer vroeg naar huis ging van stage #ik dacht serieus dat zij zat te appen ofzo #maar nee ze kon gwn niet fietsen

[dwalendinhetniets]

Ik kom even klagen dat ik persoonlijk ontwikkelplannen (pop) haat en dat de uitvinder daarvan heel veel jeuk mag krijgen op de rug op zo'n plek waar die niet bij kan en er is niemand in de buurt die kan helpen

#hoe bedoel je ik moet 30 mei al mijn laatste pop inleveren terwijl het schooljaar pas eindigt op 7 juli ofzo?? #waarom moet je op alles reflecteren. reflecteren is stomme bullshit #sorry ik ben gewoon gefrustreerd want ik krijg dit stomme pop niet in elkaar geflantst en mijn stagebegeleider moet er ook nog naar kijken #😭 het moet dus eigenlijk vandaag af en ik heb alleen alle kopjes #haat haat haat #hbo is zooo leuk. #nee eigenlijk is het wel oké maar dit is mijn aartsvijand #anyways.... #isa's life

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Our perfect Addition | Platonic Yandere Mei Mei and Ui Ui

When you were recruited into Jujutsu Tech, you could not settle in. Given an ultimatum about joining or your family suffering from unknown consequences. It doesn’t give you an all too positive relationship with the school. Often having to be reminded of your life and family’s lives on the line. You're eventually placed in the first year's class under the supposed strongest Gojo Satoru. Not that it mattered to you. 

“OKAY! This is your new classmate! Introduce yourself, newbie.”

“Nice to meet you all.”

“So so (Y/n)-chan! Tell us something about yourself!”

“I didn’t want to enroll but was forced to. Otherwise, my family will be-”

He slaps a hand on your mouth and then pushes you toward the trio. 

“Awesome introduction! Welcome to the team!”

Despite your disgruntled disposition you tend to hold your own quite well. Able to come out mostly unscathed thanks to your technique. Speaking of your technique one of its functions allows attacks against you to become diamonds and minerals that you can maneuver throughout the battle. When you’re not using them to fight, you aren’t afraid to fashion them into jewelry or, after meeting Maki, weapons. Needless to say, it’s helpful when it comes to anyone you’re fighting against cursed users or curses themselves.

Which is perfect for defending your friend in the Kyoto School Exchange. Their attacks both physical and cursed are thwarted by your own until the violent interruption. Before then though the professors watched with anticipation.

“Gojo Satoru, how much for the gem maker?”

The Kyoto School Exchange is where she sees you in action. She’s heard the whispers that Gojo’s been given a treasure-making curse-user for a student. She doubts it's as weird as they speak of but someone so money-driven is bound to be curious. 

The crow that returns from the forest is clutching a nugget of gold. Mei Mei gets it appraised and true enough it is a bonafide mineral. One selected among others you carry away or leave behind from your violent battle with the intruders.

“Not for sale.”

Gojo’s warning is ignored as Mei Mei is constantly sending crows to follow. She watches how you pay for your family’s expenses and spend time with them when you’re not scheduled for a mission. She notes how big you smile when they greet you and how hard you laugh. She finds it endearing. 

So endearing she devotes more of her energy to watching you do anything and everything. Where you go with your friends, where you eat, how you sleep. If it weren’t for Gojo she’d have a more concrete copy of your schedule by now but having the general ideas of your life is a good start.

“Nee-Sama! Don’t you want me by your side?”

“ I need you to watch someone for me.”

“Only for you, Nee-Sama!”

She kicks herself for asking Gojo about you. Since then he’s been hard-pressed to keep you far from her as you go on different missions. He’s strong but he can’t control everything. Sooner than he can threaten the council, Ui Ui is assigned to accompany you as you take on a grade 2 curse. 

“Uhm hope we can work together well, Ui Ui.”

“Hmph! I’m not going to speak to you, money bag.”

He quite obviously was jealous of his sister’s interest in you. Constantly degrading you or insulting you as you both learn how to work together and handle the curse. Despite his prickly beginnings with you, he finds himself in awe of you…

“Ui Ui! Teleport me onto the debris it consumes. I don’t care which one just do it.”

“But if you do that your gems won’t be able to manage your fall!”

“Don’t worry about it! Just do it.”

From what he’s heard from his sister you were forced into this. Unable to choose this life you’re still so willing to put yourself at risk. With the way the battle had been going, you could easily abandon the mission claiming it was too advanced. But you stayed and devoted your limited gems to protecting him.

With a pout and a blush, he found himself accepting the hug you gave him in achieving your victory. He cheekily praises you on the plan you came up with, still insulting you enough to keep you from noticing.

“You’re not nearly as powerful as my beloved Nee-Sama! She would have handled this in minutes.”

“Didn’t you say she was a special-grade sorcerer?”

“Yes…and by that standard we were decent.”

“Yeah, 30 minutes is pretty good.”

“Your standards need to be raised–” “Hey!” “-I think it’s important we keep contact for when that day comes.”

“Is this you’re roundabout way to ask for my number so we can hang out?”

“Think what you want! My Nee-Sama is the only one I bother planning to meet…I’ll text you.”

He’s lucky you don’t have a technique like Mei Mei’s otherwise you’d tease him to no end about how he kicks his feet when he texts you. With a blush and a chuckle, he’ll happily let his sister come in close as they watch your snap stories or a video you took.

“They seem perfect for us Nee-sama.”

“I agree. Now all that’s left is to take them for ourselves. Now to get past the famous Gojo Satoru.”

“You could beat him. Nee-Sama!”

“Hmmm, if only.”

The Shibuya incident couldn’t come any sooner. Having been paired up with Nobara, the siblings are all too keen on your proximity to them. When you casually respond to a text Ui Ui sends at the beginning of the mission, you couldn’t possibly be aware of the gears turning in their heads.

“Ara Yuji-kun, the gem user is also training to be a special grade, correct?”

“Uh yes, they were sayin’ something about retiring.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah!”

“Don’t respond so casually at Nee-Sama!”

Mei Mei is quick to take advantage when Gojo is sent in to fight. Far too focused on his battle she can devote a crow or two to follow your progress and intervening at close calls. Her plan is only to watch you, it is an unexpected advantage that the sorcerer that’s been guarding you so closely is sealed. 

“Eh? Gojo’s been sealed? What an interesting turn of events…he still owes me.”

After surviving the run-in with Kenjaku, she has no intentions of staying in Shibuya. She needed to change her currency after all. Before she leaves, she makes a point not to leave her gem, swiping you up before you can register. 

“W-what just–”, you call out as you look at your new environment. No longer in the heat of battle, you look amazed at the lush and luxurious hotel room. High above a glowing city, this wasn’t Shibuya…it didn’t even look like Japan.

“(Y/n)!”

Ui Ui hugs you tightly, beginning to worryly obsess over your wounds. When the crow imbued with his technique landed on you mid-fight, you were on the cusp of being greatly injured. A few scars, a broken rib, and muscles that’ll make your body ache for days are what you got away with. You considered yourself better off than some of the seniors you were fighting alongside.

“I have to go back! They need me!”

You struggle against Ui Ui’s tight grip, who took advantage of your injury to hold you still, you can’t properly detach yourself. Mei Mei pays no mind to your determined snarl, not even looking in your direction as she hurriedly types on her computer.

“Gojo Satoru’s been sealed.”

“I know that!”

“Do you though? Your family was promised to be protected as long as you stay in Jujutsu Tech.”

You think for a moment. You deflated, “Gojo….”

Finished typing she comes to your side, not minding her brother as she cradles your head to her chest, “With Gojo no longer around do you think they’d bother to keep them around?”

You floundered,“I- don’t- I–” 

Ui Ui hugs you tight, bringing your attention back to him as he looks up at you. 

“We are your family now.”

“What?!”

Mei Mei’s hands held your chin turning your face towards hers. Her hair was down and she was wearing a hotel’s robe. With a bandaid on her right cheek and the deep red of her lipstick. The look on her face was unreadable, her eyes looked too gleeful in comparison to yours.

“(Y/n), your family is being housed by some friends of mine.”

“But they didn’t tell me they moved.”

She chuckled, “Of course, they haven’t I wouldn’t allow them to.”

When you looked at her suspiciously, she squeezed your cheeks.

“For their safety, of course. I care for those I invest in.”

She let her other hand pet Ui Ui’s head. He blushed intensely muffling a ‘Nee-Sama’ into your clothes. You felt your lip curl in disgust.

“So you want me for the gems I make right?”

She smiled to herself, before beginning to unbutton your school uniform. Ui Ui readjusted his hug, forcing your arms to your sides as Mei Mei undid all your buttons. 

“I might have also decided you were just as valuable as your technique.”

You scoffed, “Yeah I doubt that.”

She laughed at you. “Think what you like but I’m sure your…family would love to hear from you.”

She held a burner phone out to you. It was opened to a contact profile with a group picture of your family. Wriggling your arm out of Ui Ui you reached to snatch it away only for her to easily hold it further away from you. 

“It’d be a shame if I changed my mind about funding their protection. Stay in my care from now on.”

“What are you getting at–”

The phone began to ring. You frantically reached for it, willing to endure Ui Ui’s grip and graze the edge of the phone.

“Promise me, (Y/n).”

“I-I promise! Please!” 

With a nod, the arms holding you released, letting you stumble and wince as you answer the call. With your back to the two of them, they smiled at one another gazing at the uniform shirt that easily slipped off in your struggle for the phone. Mei Mei holds the cloth in her hands caressing the jeweled buttons, she knows you custom-made. 

“Ui Ui.”

“Yes Nee-Sama?” 

“Wash their uniform and give them the change of clothes we brought for them.”

“Of course Nee-Sama!”

She starts to make her way back to the computer, resuming her business with those on the other line. Turning her head over her shoulder she watched the way you fiddled with the plants in the hotel room while chatting excitedly on the phone. She smiled as she watched her brother eye the shirt with a deep blush.

“Oh, Ui Ui.”

“Yes, Nee-Sama?”

“Be sure to breathe in with both your nose and mouth. It’s less likely you’ll pass out that way.”

“Thank you Nee-Sama.”

Looking out at the city Mei Mei felt triumphant. She finally had her gem and with the world ending, it was the perfect time.

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk x reader #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen x reader #yandere mei mei #platonic yandere mei mei #yandere ui ui #yandere mei mei and ui ui #yandere mei mei x reader #yandere harem

[saturncodedstarlette]

Gojo Satoru : Okay everyone, staff meeting! ☺️

Gojo Satoru : Y/N-chama? Aka the love of my life? 🥺

Y/N : Here. 😐

Gojo Satoru : Nanamin? 🥺

Nanami Kento : Here. 🙄

Gojo Satoru : Shoko? 🥺

Shoko Ieiri : Here. 🫤

Gojo Satoru : Ijichi?! 😆

Ijichi Kiyotaka : G-good morning everyone!

Y/N : Good morning to you too, Ijichi-kun. ☺️

Gojo Satoru, totally not jealous : 😒🙄

Y/N : Satoru… 😑

Gojo Satoru : pssh FINE! 🙄

Gojo Satoru : Yaga-sensei?! 😆

Yaga : Here. 😐 You don’t have to call me [sensei] anymore and—— I was supposed to be the one to take attendance for the meeting! Not you!

Gojo Satoru : 🙄 Technicality.

Yaga : YOU——

Gojo Satoru : Let’s move on, shall we?! 😆

Yaga, massive sighs :

Gojo Satoru : Mei-mei? 😆

Mei-Mei : Here. 😌

Gojo Satoru : Utahime-nee? 😆

Utahime : Here——wait, what did you just addressed me as?

Gojo Satoru : hmm? 😕 but I thought it’d be fitting since you’re an older woman—🤔

Utahime, throws teacup at Gojo only for it to be deflected by his infinity :

Utahime Lori : I. AM. ONLY. THREE. YEARS. OLDER. THAN YOU! Not to mention, I am your senpai! Show some respect!

Gojo Satoru : Ahah! So you admitted that you’re an old woman who’s single because no men would want to be with your hellish attitude! 😆

Utahime : ☺️💢💢💢

Utahime : That’s it!

[Utahime proceeds to chase after Gojo while he’s laughing, playing along as he runs away from her, followed by her consecutive curses at him. The remaining staffs in the room only sighs.]

#Jjk #Jujutsu kaisen #Jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk incorrect quotes #jujutsu kaisen incorrect quotes #Gojo Satoru #shoko ieiri #Nanami kento #utahime iori #ijichi kiyotaka #masamichi yaga #Jjk mei mei #Gojo Satoru x reader #Gojo Satoru x you #Gojo Satoru fluff #jjk imagines #jjk scenarios #Original : inspired from Chanwills0 #Can’t u see I’m coping 🥲🫠 #Gojo Satoru Lovin Hour ❄️ #bf!gojo #We love chaotic Gojo in this household 🛐 #My 2023 works

[caeliangel]

IMAGE ID. Pink and red striped flag with a decorative border, similar to a ribbon. The middle of the flag, after the ribbon looking border, is made of 14 stripes that are, in order: dark red, red, dull pink, almost white beige, beige, red, dark red, red, beige, almost white beige, dull pink, red, dark red. The first flag has angel wings in the middle. END OF ID.

୨୧ • carnimeange [car-nee-mey-angeh]

︵︵︵︵︵︵★ ꒱ explanations :

୨୧ • a gender related to angels, carnivorous tendencies, meat, cannibalism and blood. A carnivorous angel, an angel who's a carnivore and eats meat or flesh.

PT. carnimeange. car nee mey angeh. explanations. a gender related to angels, carnivorous tendencies, meat, cannibalism and blood. A carnivorous angel, an angel who's a carnivore and eats meat or flesh. END OF PT.

#carnimeange #angelgender #bloodgender #meatgender #xenogenders #xenogender flags #xenogender #mogai #liom #radinclu #⚰️︰︵︵ rise the flag #🩸︰︵︵ gift for the beloveds

[makingfanfictionstosleep]

My First But Not My Last.

Pairing : Gojo x Femreader, Geto x Femreader

Setting : Started from Pre-Cult Suguru Geto // Some folks will not die // Modified that Kenjaku will not totally take over Geto's subconscious later on // Girl bff Shoko, Mei Mei & Utahime, Strong sorcerer reader // Death, Murder Spree, Romance, Lemons.

Rating : M || m i n o r s d o n o t i n t e r a c t

Part 11 : My Last

<;< Previous | Masterlist

"Let's get this shit show on the road," You said with certain numbness & exhaustion in your voice.

You just wanted to rip Satoru Gojo out of the Prison Realm & take him far away. Probably you'd drag Nanami with you.

But that couldn't happen because of the following reasons :

Only you can nullify the prison realm;

Only you can nullify Sukuna from within or drive him out of Megumi's body, however there's a 90% percent chance that he will emerge as the greatest curse of all time;

You'll die if Satoru Gojo dies. Not because of whatever. But because of heartbreak.

So you have to hold your shit together & get Satoru out because you need the strongest to fight the strongest before he consumes all of Megumi, if he hasn't already.

"Look, I don't know what shit's in there, so brace yourself for all kinds of curses," you warned everyone around, "If we haven't had our hands full already. This could be the start of the real shit show."

Nanami & Inumaki were already on their feet, much to Shoko's dismay.

You recalled the incantations you read on the book & with the tip of your finger, you dispelled the prison box.

It started to shake as soon as you touched it & everybody were on full alert.

Each gate started to open up & slowly, Satoru Gojo stepped out of the portal, leaving the cowered skeletons beneath him.

The box sealed shut & Satoru smashed it with his cursed energy to the ground, obliterating it upon contact.

You were in tears as you saw your favorite white-haired guy.

You couldn't stop yourself from running towards him & as soon as you made contact with his body, you melted in his arms immediately as he wrapped his arms tightly around you.

"Missed me, princess?" He whispered in your ear, making you cry even more, before you started to hit him violently for the scare that he caused you.

"You fucking jerk! Do you have any idea how much we've gone through just to get you out?!" you cried as you hit him over & over, leaving the audience astounded as you were able to land every single hit due to your ability, "You fucking scared me, you fucking idiot! What would I do if you die? I can't fucking lose you, fucking jerk!"

Satoru understood how terrified you were. He saw it. He saw how you scoured every book in the archive of your school, then realized that one of the ancients would have it in their files. He was proud, but at the same time, as equally as terrified that you'd be in danger.

He held your tiny wrists & wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back in soothing circles as he whispered, "I'm here, baby. I'm here. You did a good job. I'm here. Shhh," which helped you calm down.

You didn't leave his side. You didn't even let go of his hand, even while everybody was fililng him up. He didn't see the rest of the fights as he was focused on you. He felt really bad that you had to face his old best friend & put him to rest, but it has to be done.

He held on to your hand as tight as how your gripping it with as if with your dear life.

"Satoru, I am serious. We can't have you rampaging recklessly. I can't, I just can't lose you. I will die," you said... No you begged for him to be cautious & to listen to your plan. If it goes well, then you will all go home, possibly with Megumi & Itadori, not unscathed, but safe.

Satoru held your face in his hands as he forced you to look him in his eyes, "Look at me, Princess. I will not be reckless & I heard you. I will do my best to follow the plan & not go rogue."

"Okay," You nodded like a child, tears glistening as he continuously wiped every drop that falls on your cheeks, "Okay. I need you Satoru."

"Now can I have my fierce Princess back?" He asked with a bit of smug in his tone, "Cause I need her to win this."

You pulled yourself together, still not breaking eye contact because you also wanted him to know that you in it with him no matter what, "You have her. Always."

"That's all I needed to here & the only motivation I needed," Satoru pulled his blindfold back to his eyes.

"You heard my girl & her plan," Satoru said in a commanding tone, "Let's get on with it."

It was the real shit show, as you put it.

Your theories were right. Those books were right.

Sukuna was driven out of Megumi's body as the most powerful, if not, greatest curse of all time. That's expected from the king of curses.

Subduing him was not easy. 20 fingers is equivalent to 20 special grade curses. And you have to defeat them all.

It didn't happen that night, because the moment he was driven out of Megumi's body, he fled.

But He returned, one curse at a time & it didn't take long before you realized that these were his fingers turned into powerful curses.

And the last one was the most difficult of them all.

But you were able to finally subdue it.

Megumi did not leave the battle unscathed. He had to undergo a lot of therapy sessions to ground him - emotionally & mentally because his final straw was when Tsumiki died at his hands.

The same goes for Yuji Itadori, for every person he killed, but he was doing much better because he started to accept that when he fought Mahito.

Kugisaki had a long recovery, but with the help of Shoko's & Hiruguma's ability, she was able to get back to her feet & regain parts of her body that were blasted by Mahito.

Todo regained his boogie-woogie with the help of Hiruguma's advanced reverse cursed technique, which he taught Shoko later on. He left his profession as a lawyer & studied medicine to become a doctor like Shoko.

Yuta was finally able to face his feelings for Maki, which she had an even harder time to accept that somebody wanted her for who she is.

And of course, Miwa finally gave Muta a hug the moment she found Dr. Ieri at Tokyo & they were inseparable ever since.

You, however, took the time off to teach your now-fiancé how to use nullification to control the infinite amount of things that his 6 eyes are seeing. It helped in conserving his energy.

As for Nanami, he took an indefinite leave & booked a flight straight to Malaysia. And you were extremely happy for him. He's the one who deserves all the rest & luxury in the world.

The proposal? It was dramatic since it was Satoru Gojo.

It happened right after Sukuna was defeated.

You were all panting & almost running out of strength. You were all worn out, disheveled & dirty from all the blood & fighting.

That's when he swooped you off your feet with the most breath-taking kiss, with the other sorcerer's watching as he declared his love & devotion for you - much to Utahime's disgust for public displays of affection.

But it was perfect, befitting for the World's Powerful Couple.

"There's nobody who can keep up with my feral side except you, Princess. What do you say? Wanna spend infinity with me?"

"You cheesy idiot, of course I would," You answered with the happiest smile, as everybody cheered for you & Satoru's engagement.

A/N : So that's it. Again, I dunno how I came up with this. It was pure drabble of whatever shit that came to mind. I know there are SO MUCH loopholes so don't come at me for it. I just want Satoru, Nanami, Muta alive, Inumaki with all his limbs, my favorite trio - Yuji, Megumi & Kugisaki recovering to good health, my ships - MechaMiwa, Yuta x Maki. It's my AU so if it's not your cup of tea, then move on to the next fanfic. Anyway, to those who reached this part, thank you for reading through that though I dunno how you survived that because honestly, this is pure drabble with no fixed plot in mind (apart from keeping those folks alive). There may be some side stories though, I'm not sure how & where to start with that, but the main story is done.

#geto suguru #getou suguru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru smut #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo x you #jjk gojo #jjk suguru #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu geto #jujutsu nanami #jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen imagines #mechamiwa #kokichi muta

[luxgram]

PRISONER PROFILE: YUMI SAITO

Playing... Venom by Karikiri Bear feat. Flower

"Yumi Saito, here to serve you. You’re the one running the place here, right? I wonder how long till that changes… after all… your rules are boring"

Arama. Kyuuaisei, kodoku, doku nagarururu ai wo motto [Oh my. Flirtiness, loneliness, poison flowing continuously.]

"Warden… that temper won’t get you anywhere you know, it makes you look like a kid."

(Ai o motto!) Choudai na nee itai itai no tondeke [(C'mon!) Give me more love, make the pain go away.]

"I’m here to put justice. These rules could use some.. amendments!"

Sonzaikan chi dokudoku koborururu ai no? [Presence, isn't the blood gushing out?]

"Eh? Why the mad face, I’m the one right here. Is it that bad to have freedom of speech?"

Motto, ai (Ai!)! Ai (Ai!)! Sakebe be-benomu me! [And spilling continuously. More love, love, sorrow, sorrow! Shout out, VENOM, no!]

"Don’t worry, you won’t have to stress over this place, sooner or later I’ll have my hands on everyone~"

Prisoner 001, Yumi Saito!! Hehe, hope you all like her! Safe to say, she is a very interesting character. All the other prisoners are too, of course! -Lux

Guys please I worked hard on this TRUST thanks for the support and continue promoting LUXGRAM! more prisoners are coming so make sure to be hyped up ‼️‼️ -Mei

I LOVE HERRR AND I HOPE YOU GUYS DO TOO!! Make sure to look forward to the next prisoner !! Hehe 🩵 -Churro

Credits ! Art credit - Mei

#milgram #milgram oc #ocgram #fangram #luxgram #luxgram project #prisoner 001 luxgram

[mei-nee]

Loud fellow

#doodles #my art #mei-nee #fanart #sakamoto tatsuma #gintama #銀魂 #it's still tatsuma day somewhere happy tatsuma day

[rainswept]

i need e1 i need e1 i need e1 i need e1 i need e1 I can’t take it anymore. All i do is eat sleep breathe Aventurine. I try to write Boothill? I cant. I write aventurine. I try to play Ruan Mei? My aventurine is somehow buffing everyone more. I try to play Huohuo? My Aventurine is shielding better than she heals. I TRY TO PLAY FUCKING DAN HENG • IMBIBITOR LUNAE? NO!!!! MY AVENTURINE SOMEHOW DOES MORE DAMAGE!!!!!!1!! HELP HELP HELP HELP I’M IN AVENTURINE HELL HE’S ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT I NEED E1 I NEED E1 I NEED E1 I NEEEDE1 I NEED E1 I NEED E1 I NEED E1 I NEE I can’t. I have to save for Boothill. I can’t afford to gamble. I’m not him. I NEEDD E1 I NEED E1 I NEED E1 I NEED E1 I NEED E1 I NEED E1 I NEED E1 I NEED E1 I NEED E1 I NEED E1 I NEED E1 I NEED E1 I NEED E1 I NEED E1 I NEED E1 I NE

[thereader-radhika]

3- Uncharacteristic Behaviours

Parts 1 , 2

It was midnight but it looked like morning due to the light of all lamps that were lit in and around the temple. Floral garlands of several colours decorated its walls and pillars. Cool breeze from the nearby river blew into the temple but the lamps miraculously stayed intact. Vallavarayan Vanthiyathevan gazed into the temple as he heard a sweet song.

Aazhi mazhai kanna! Onrum nee kai karavel Aazhiyul pukku mugarnndhu kodaarththeri Oozhimudalvan uruvam pol mei karuthu Paazhiyan tholudai Padmanabhan kaiyil ...

Some old women danced before the idol of Muraleedharan, holding flower garlands. Has he gotten so old that young beauties won't grace him even in his dreams? He closed his eyes and slowly massaged his aching neck. The women or the decorations were nowhere to be seen when he looked again.

A abstruse fear gripped his heart as he walked away, so he decided to go back. But a garland made of white lotus buds was floating against the current of the river. How is this possible? It stopped floating and sunk into the bottom of the river as Vanthiyathevan stood there transfixed. Then the dancers' prayers were answered and the rain drenched him.

No, it was his nephew, the crown prince, who poured a pot of water on him.

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". . . Ravikulamanikyam, Mummudi Chola devar, Kandhaloor Salai Kalamarutta Keralanthakan, Pandiya Kula Sani, Cholendrasimhan, Korajakesari, Tribhuvanachakravarti Konerinmaikondan Raja Raja-devar . . . "

Mama's and his titles were too announced as the royal entourage entered the captured palace. Appa squirmed as he heard the name 'Maduranthakar' again and again. Who asked paatti to name him after her runaway son? Young Maduranthakan still doubted if this was an elaborate prank they all pulled on him. How could a Pandya king grow up as the Chola emperor's son?

Appa asked mama to deal with the officials and ordered Madu not to disturb him unless it is an emergency before retiring to some chambers he claimed for himself. He pretended not to care but mama's nightmares have scared him too. Could this be a vision about impeding heavy rains and flooding? If it rains now, it will affect the movement of their reinforcements and supplies.

Madu entered his father's room and sat beside him. Why isn't he talking to the soldiers and commanders and cheering them up as usual? Is he upset about the the other Maduranthakan?

"Are you alright, appa?"

"I am. Give me a quick update on today's developments".

"Half of the aabathudavigal have escaped with the women and a prince who might lay claim to the throne. Velakkara padai met an old woman at the eastern boundary of the palace complex asking for 'Ponniyin Selvan'. People here really hate us but don't worry. Mama has written to athai to send reinforcements and supplies. I suggest a system of food - rationing until they calm down and more supplies arrive".

"Old woman?"

Maduranthakan was already regretting reporting it. It reminded him of the Singala Nachiyar who saved appa in his youth. Her story was so sad and unsettling. He stopped talking to girls after learning about her death. Hasn't Poonguzhali paatti too said that these girls have the bad habit of building castles in the air if handsome men treat them nicely? Though he isn't that handsome, what if they catch unnecessary feelings for him?

"Bring her here. No, it is impossible. I will order rationing until we secure our holdings. Don't mention a word to your mama. These aabathudavigal manage to do it every damn time".

What has come over his usually calm and composed appa? He might not be used to people turning against him but they will overcome this. Madu had no idea how to deal with this situation but what will the common soldiers think if their emperor is flustered like this?

"You are rambling, appa. Everything will be fine".

A strange expression appeared on appa's face. He looked naughty like the times when they used to sneak away from amma and athai and go on small adventures with mama.

"My son, it is the logistics and supplies that win wars. I have sent Aprameyan to take account of the food and grain reserves. Further orders will be issued on the basis of his report. You too assist him and learn to make such calculations. If I want any help from you, I will send for you".

If Maduranthakan had any doubts, they were quickly dispelled. Now he was sure that Appa is definitely up to some mischief. Does he expect him to make the list of rice and vegetables in the kitchen? He will show him!

‌Maduranthakan is the son of Vanathi and Arulmozhi. He would later take the name Rajendran. He is 14/15 years old in this fic.

‌Aprameyan is a general of Rajarajan.

Part 4

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#ponniyin selvan #ponniyin selvan 2 #nandini #nandhini #nandini x karikalan #arulmozhi #aditya karikalan #aditha karikalan #vallavaraiyan vandiyadevan #vanthiyathevan #vanthiyadevan #maduranthakan #kundavai #nandini x aditha #rajendrachola #chola dynasty

[leoprincess21]

Vanmozhi OS - Shivapada Sekaran

(Inspired from Ponniyin Selvan novel)

Arulmozhi Varman had lots of dreams. He had many ambitions mainly due to Kundavai's influence. He wanted to establish the Chola empire as the most powerful empire and extend the boundaries of it even across oceans..by conquering Ilangai, and other islands -maalatheevu and kachhatheevu (Maldives, Lakshadweep). He did not want to be a ruthless, power hungry and cruel ruler and conquer those areas. He wanted to be a kind yet powerful, secular, leader who can achieve these goals and contribute to the welfare/prosperity to his people and Chola desam.

He wanted everyone in his kingdom to be prosperous. He wanted to promote artists and poets and give them recognition. He wanted to encourage and praise his soldiers who day and night work on the security of his Chola desam. He wanted to build his empire in a way that it will be remembered even after 1000 years. He wanted everyone in this world to know the greatness of this land. 

But mainly he wanted to express his never ending devotion and submission to the one who controls this universe, the one whose dance influences this universe - blissful dance (Ananda Thandavam) in which entire universe is filled with bliss, joy and ecstasy, the ferocious and the most violent dance which leads to the destruction and annihilation of this universe. The one who has no start and no end, the one who is infinity, the one who has form and yet formless, the one who is far from the duality of this world - Shiva who can't be defined or described by anyone in mere words but can be attained by one's love and devotion. A simple leaf, flower, fruit submitted with love, devotion and faith can satisfy him but even money, gold, diamond and material riches submitted without devotion, faith would forever prohibit one from receiving his grace. His name - Om Nama Shivaya - is enough to attain his grace and to escape from the death - birth cycle and attain Moksha. By consistently remembering his name and praying him one can reach his feet. Arulmozhi was just lost in his thoughts about how to express the greatness of his Ishta Deivam(Favorite God) - Prameshwara, Nataraja.

"Azndha sindanayil ullirgal pol therigiadu. Enna yosikirirgal Iyyane. Ungaluku virupam irundal ennidamum thangal ennangalai pagirungal.(It seems you are in deep thought- lost in thoughts. What are you thinking about my lord? If you don't mind you can share your thoughts with me.)"

"En kanne! Nee epodu vandai? Romba neramaga kaathu irundai aa enna? enge va. en aruge utkar. (My love. When did you come? Were you waiting for a long time? Come here and sit with me)"

"Epoduthan vanden. (I arrived just now)" Vanathi replied and sat beside him.

"Hmm. I am just lost in my dreams en anbe. I was just thinking about how to show the greatness of our land and Shiva to the whole world."

"Hmm. Indeed it is a very huge task. What are your thoughts on this my lord?"

"Well I am dreaming of building a temple which would house the lord of Kailash - Shiva. The temple should be very big and grand to house the deity of Kailash. It should be magnanimous, astounding and spell bounding to anyone who visits this temple at the same time it should also show the greatness of the Tamil language. The Nandi statue should be big as he guards the entrance of Kailash and the idol should be even bigger than the Nandi as he is the powerful lord Shiva. The temple should stand firm for a long period of time withstanding natural calamities and foreign invasions. It should act as a testimony to our rich culture and heritage. I am dreaming of building such a temple kanmani."

"And I want to show the greatness of our Tamil language anbe. The lingam should be of 12 feet height indicating the 12 uyir ezhuthu(vowels) of Tamil language. The pedestal which contains the lingam should be of 18 ft indicating the mei ezhuthu(consonants) of Tamil. The temple tower(gopuram) should be of 216 ft indicating the uyirmei ezhuthu of Tamil language. The total distance between Nandi and Shiva lingam should be 247 ft indicating the total characters in Tamil. Our language plays a major role in shaping our culture, heritage and spirituality. You know our staunch Shaivaites - Nayanmars praised Lord Shiva by various songs and hymns - Thevaram( 12 Thirumurai). I want to collect such precious treasures and sing those verses in our temples which will protect and guide us and our future generation. Similarly  Azhwars sang various songs on Vishnu and I want to collect those as well (Nalayira Dhivya Prabandham).Their worth can't be described in mere words. Our ancestors left such treasures for us we should save those and daily sing those hymns in our temples."

"You will build such a temple my lord. You will fulfil all your dreams. You  will recover those hymns and make sure that it is sung daily in our temples. You are Ponniyin Selvan(son of Kaveri river), eezham konda veeran(warrior who won Ilangai) , Cholar kula manickam you can do it."

"I would like to be addressed as Shivapada Sekaran(the one who places his crown at the feet of Shiva) kanne. I am a mere instrument, puppet used by  Mahadeva. We humans/beings are nothing but puppets/pawns in Mahadeva's hands. Everything happens as per his wish. Without his wish not even an atom can move then what can we humans do? "

"Then by Shiva's wish and blessings you will fulfil your dreams my lord."

"Nee solvadu palikattum anbe. (May your words manifest soon and turn true my love).  Meanwhile can you sing the first stanza of the pathigam that Sundara sang in Thiru vennainallur....Pitha pirai soodi ?"

"பித்தா! பிறை சூடீ! பெருமானே! அருளாளா!

எத்தால் மறவாதே நினைக்கின்றேன்? மனத்து உன்னை வைத்தாய்; பெண்ணைத் தென்பால் வெண்ணெய் நல்லூர் அருள் – துறையுள்

அத்தா! உனக்கு ஆள் ஆய் இனி அல்லேன் எனல் ஆமே? "

Meaning:

O crazy one! O the one who is wearing the crescent moon! O the great one! O the one who bestows blessings! You have installed yourself in my mind. I remember you always without forgetting in any manner. O father in the temple in the town of Vennai ~nallur on the southern banks of the Pennai river! How can I say any more that I am not your slave?

"Ah!"

"Enna achu en kanne?(What happened my dear?) Are you hurt? Are you in pain?"

"I am fine my lord. It seems your offspring agrees with you. He/She is kicking in my womb and praying to Shiva. Just see your son/daughter will contribute to manifesting your dreams. Your son/daughter will play a major role in visualizing your dreams."

"Ha ha. It seems my son/daughter has already started planning ahead. By Shiva's blessings I hope that it happens. We will see that soon kanne. We will be living in that reality in a few years. Kanne. " 

#vanathi #ponniyin selvan #vanathiarulmozhi #ps1 #ps2 #chola #shiva #nataraja #vanmozhi #arulmozhi #arulmozhivarman #rajarajacholan #kundhavai #vanthiyathevan #ponniyinselvanoneshot #ponniyinselvanfanfic

[cdragons]

The Eastern Wind & Moon Sail to Winterfell

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Summary: 美灵 (Měilíng) and 明阴 (Míng Yīn) visit House Stark after news of Jon Arryn's death and murder arrives at Winterfell. Ned Stark senses a trouble brewing in the air. Are the vultures from King's Landing circling to soon feast on his family's flesh? Is there any way to stop it? Meanwhile, the Young Wolf begins to battle his desires for the heart and affections of one tempestuous YiTish Sea Captain.

Warning(s): MDNI 18+; Canon doesn't exist here *shhhhhhhh*, Ned is having a crisis, Stannis may be OOC; Robb Stark wants to Dom the hot sea captain when he's clearly a Sub; Catelyn Stark is kind of a bitch; GOT is GOT (shit's gonna go down); Yi Tish dialogue is Bold, Italicized, and Green

Author's Note: Author hasn't seen Game of Thrones in a long-ass time, so if the characters are OOC...my bad 🤷🏻‍♀️. I used Mandarin for YiTish, and translations are at the bottom. Game of Thrones belong to GRR Martin, and the regions of Yi Ti are all credited to @anya-snow. If you liked reading this, please check out the masterlist!

Arya continually stabbed her needle in the fabric as Septa Mordane gushed over Sansa’s pretty embroidery. She looked beside her and met eyes with his youngest brother’s betrothed, Shireen Baratheon. The young girl gave an encouraging smile as she also struggled with stitching and embroidery. The young Baratheon heiress preferred to lose herself in the ancient library in Winterfell or with Maester Luwin as they discussed the history of House Targaryen.

The Stark girl smiled back at the young Baratheon. She liked Shireen very much, and thought her excellent company. At night, she would recount tales and stories her sister, Minna, shared from her travels in letters or from herself. Arya felt her mood drop again as he looked at Sansa. Shireen was so lucky to have an older sister as exciting and fun as Minna—someone who would fight and travel the world. The girls were only sisters through marriage. Shireen was from Stannis Baratheon’s first marriage, as Minna was the daughter of her mother’s first in Yi Ti, but they loved each other so fiercely that blood hardly mattered.

Minna didn’t care that Shireen was scarred from Greyscale, nor did she treat her as a pitiful creature to grow with her face. Minna and her mother, Lady Mei, loved the girl to the seven hells and back. The woman loved Shireen so much that she demanded her new husband swear that Shireen’s place as his heir would not be changed if they ever had a son. Arya still remembered the night she overheard Shireen tell Rickon how Minna told her that the gods gave Shireen her scars to prevent the Maiden from cursing her.

“Minnie told me I have the most beautiful soul,” she whispered just loud enough for Arya to hear her from outside an open door. “If I were beautiful both inside and out, the Gods would have cursed me for having too much, like Aphrodite had done to Marcaria.”

Arya bitterly continued with her stitching as a dull thud entered her ears, and she turned her head in the direction of laughter outside in the courtyard.

Bran struggled as he pulled his arm to draw out the bowstring. His older brothers, Jon and Robb, stood beside him in observation to guide his lessons while his younger brother, Rickon, sat above them on a mounted saddle. When he released the bowstring, the arrow shot up and over the target and outside the wall. He looked down in dejection as his brothers began to laugh even harder.

“And which one of you was a mark smith at ten?” his father, Lord Eddard ‘Ned’ Stark, called out above them. He and Lady Catelyn Stark, nee Tully, watched him practice. Ned Stark looked at his young son and encouraged him. “Keep practicing, Bran. Go on.”

Jon Snow lowered to whisper in Bran’s ear. “Don’t think too much about it, Bran.”

“Relax your bow arm,” remarked Robb.

Just when Bran was about to release his draw, an arrow shot past him and pierced the red center of the target. Whipping his head behind him, Bran saw it was Arya with a bow about twice her height. She curtsied with a smile before Bran went after her. She let him chase after her, and soon, they were running around the courtyard.

“Quick, Bran! Faster!” called out Jon as he and Robb watched their two siblings joyfully play.

Rickon remained seated on the mounted saddle. He looked up at the window where Sansa and Shireen should be. When his mother and father told him he would marry Stannis Baratheon’s daughter last year, his mother was enraged. He overheard Mother plead with his father to reconsider the match. She did not want her youngest boy to be with someone deformed by the gods. But Father dismissed her claims.

“Shireen Baratheon is Mei’s daughter now, and she confirmed that the girl’s illness is no longer contagious.” Ned Stark firmly stated.

“You would risk our family’s health over some foreign woman’s ‘confirmation?’’ Catelyn Stark exclaimed. “How is she to know? How can you possibly trust her words so much? A woman from a land as far as hers has no way of knowing such remedies. What if she and that girl–”

Her husband cut her off. “That’s enough, Cat. I understand your worries. I do. But I will not allow you to besmirch Mei’s and her daughter’s good names. She has been a long friend of Stannis Baratheon, and now she is his wife. She would never harm children. Never.”

He noticed his words frustrated his wife, and he placed a gentle hand on her arm before laying a soft kiss on her brow. “Mei is probably the wisest woman I have ever known. And sending Shireen with her daughter isn’t so much for an engagement – but to make her comfortable around others. The boys are long used to her sister’s presence; they will take up nicely with Shireen’s.”

And the matter was settled. Rickon remembered how Mother and Sansa kept their distance from the girl when she first arrived with Minna. Minna would only stay for the first month before leaving to travel to the Reach and then Dorne. When Shireen first approached him during Luwin’s lessons, he was amazed by the book size she was carrying. The moment she opened her mouth about things like Jin and huakaʻi pō, Rickon decided that it would make him extremely happy if he spent the rest of his life with Shireen. His mother was less than pleased and stormed off to lock herself in Winterfell’s Sept. But Father only gave Rickon a proud smile and gave his hair a good tousle.

As Ned Stark and his wife laughed at the scene, they were interrupted by the small pattering of a child’s footsteps running towards them. They turned and saw Shireen Baratheon escorted by Theon Greyjoy, the Ironborn ward. The odd pair first bowed respectfully and greeted Lord and Lady Stark with their titles before Theon stepped aside for Shireen. The young girl was beaming so widely that it warmed the old Lord’s heart. He couldn’t help but pity the child for the hand life dealt her, but it filled his heart to know that she would at least experience some kindness outside her own family.

“Ah, Lady Shireen,” he greeted the girl. “What brings you here? Come to watch Bran practice?”

Shireen shook her head. “No, my lord. I just received news from Shadow. My sister is currently docked at Dragonstone, and she, Mother, and Steffard will be arriving in White Harbor in a week’s time from tomorrow!”

Ned’s eyebrows shot up in bewilderment. “A week? From Dragonstone to White Harbor? How will they make it so fast with her crew and that giant ship of hers?”

“They won’t be coming with her,” Shireen answered. “She’s traveled to after stopping at King’s Landing. Father is Dragonstone to take care of some things while she sails alone. My sister is a very accomplished sailor blessed with the winds’ favor, my lord. I wouldn’t be surprised if she arrived here in just five days or less.”

Ned gave a loud laugh. “Knowing she’s your mother’s daughter, it wouldn’t surprise me either. Thank you for telling me.”

“I’ll be sure to prepare a guest room for them,” Lady Catelyn informed her husband before turning to Shireen. “Will your sister and Lady Baratheon bring their own handmaidens, or will they need one provided? Will your brother need a wet nurse?”

Shireen shook her head. “Oh no, my lady! My sister greatly dislikes the idea of handmaidens and ladies-in-waiting! But Minnie said that she would be bringing Wu! And my mother prefers to nurse my brother.”

Lady Catelyn Stark’s smile faltered slightly while Ned’s widened at the mention of Lady Minna’s ‘pets.’ The beasts resembled more killers than travel companions. Catelyn Stark almost preferred the ruffians that made up her crew to the animals.

Shireen turned to Theon. “Do you think Ari will enjoy spending time with another bird? I would feel awful if he became lonely from Shadow’s arrival.”

Theon gave a sincere smile to the young girl before tousling her hair. “I think nothing would make him happier, my lady. He was bored out of his mind being alone with the ravens before Baleor’s arrival. What’s one more?”

Rodrick walked up to his lord and lady to inform them that they had captured a deserter of the Wall, and they were ready to give his execution. Ned Stark’s expression became somber hearing the news as his eyes darted to the young Shireen. He ordered Theon to escort her and Rickon to Maester Luwin for their lessons before telling Robb and Jon to saddle their horses. When the Greyjoy ward left, he informed Rodrick that Bran would join them. This gave concern to his wife.

“Ned,” she pleaded. “Ten is too young to see such things.”

“He won’t be a boy forever,” her husband replied. “And winter is coming.”

Bran kept thinking about the words his father had imparted to him after he had taken off the deserter’s head with Ice.

“The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.”

It still confused him. He wanted to ask Robb when Father stopped in the middle of the road. He made a right turn toward the river. Jon was right behind Father while Bran followed. It was a direwolf! But…it was dead, and it had pups! But as excited as Bran was, he made no sound. Everyone around him was silent as they all stood in awe at the dead symbol of their house.

“It’s a freak,’ remarked Theon.

Father corrected him. ‘It’s a direwolf–” he looked at Rodrick for a moment in shock before grabbing the antler lodged in its throat “–tough old beast.”

“There are no direwolves South of the Wall,” commented Robb.

“Now there are five,” remarked Jon, picking one pup in his arms and handing it to Bran. “You want to hold it?”

The pup’s fur was white with speckles of grey across its body. Its body squirmed as it whined and whimpered at the change of its surroundings – and for the death of its mother.

Bran looked up at his brother. “Where will they go? Their mother’s dead.”

With a heavy heart, Rodrick answered the young lordling’s question. “They don’t belong down here.”

Ned Stark stood with his sword in hand. “Better a quick death. They won’t last without their mother.”

“Right,” Theon unsheathed his blade and reached for the pup in Bran’s arms. “Give it here.”

“No!” Bran cried as Theon looked mildly distressed at the boy’s plea.

“Put away your blade,” Robb commanded his friend. He didn’t like to give Theon orders – especially since the boy was more like a brother to him than just a ward his father brought from the Iron Islands, but he didn’t want to spill the direwolf pup’s blood.

Nonetheless, Robb’s words irked Theon. “I take orders from your father, not you.”

But Bran couldn’t allow the pups to die. He continued to plead with his father. “Please, Father!”

“I’m sorry, Bran.” The lord didn’t like seeing his young so upset, but he needed to understand the way of the world. It would be cruel to let the pups live – only to struggle to live and die before winter comes.

“Lord Stark–” Ned turned around to his son’s voice “–there are five pups—one for each of the Stark children. The direwolf is the sigil of your house. They were meant to have them.”

“And what about you?” thought Ned. “Are you not my child? Why should you be denied the right to wear and own the sigil of my house – your house? Even if you carry neither mine nor your mother’s name- are you still not of my blood?”

 He looked at his son with sad and hurt eyes as if reliving a memory from another lifetime ago. When everyone turned to him, waiting for an answer, he replied sternly and somberly.

“You will train them yourselves. You will feed them yourselves.” And with bitter anger on his tongue, he spat out. “And if they die, you will bury them yourselves.”

As Jon handed two more direwolf pups in Robb’s arms, Bran turned to his brother. “What about you?”

Jon hesitated before answering. “I’m not a Stark. Get on.”

But as they began to leave, Jon heard small and faint whimpers from below. He walked down to try and locate it. Robb and Theon stopped to ask if there was a problem. For his answer. He held up a sixth direwolf pup – one with stark white fur like snow and piercing blood-red eyes.

“Ah, the runt of the litter,” Theon quipped with a smug smirk. “That one’s yours, Snow.”

Jon looked at Greyjoy with exasperation, while Robb looked pleased and grateful for the albino pup’s existence. At the very least, his favorite brother also had a direwolf. He was a Stark – whether his mother liked it or not.

The ride back to Winterfell was quiet in the front, with the grown men still somber and sullen from the execution. But the boys were speaking with one another with great excitement for bringing home new members of their family. Robb and Theon were riding in front of Jon and Bran. Bran was still thinking about what the deserter said about the white walkers. Was he lying? Was Father right about mad men seeing what they want to see? But…he didn’t look mad.

“Quite the day for the lad. Eh, Bran?” Theon called out to him as Bran broke from his thoughts. “First, your first deserter execution. Next, you and your siblings are getting a direwolf each. And to think, I thought Shireen’s sister’s arrival would be the most exciting news of the day.”

“What?” thought Bran. His thoughts about white walkers and deserters were quickly replaced by news of his friend's arrival.

“Minnie’s coming?” he excitedly asked with a broad smile and bright eyes. “Did she say when? Is she bringing Wu with her?”

Theon’s news also caught Jon’s and Robb’s attention. Jon was lost in his thoughts since finding the albino wolf pup. Robb was thinking about Arya’s and Rickon’s reactions to receiving the privilege of caring for their house’s sigil. But now, something of greater import came to their attention.

“Ming’s coming?” asked Jon. “Are you sure?”

Theon smirked at the bastard’s excitement. “I was with her when Shadow flew up to her with a message tied on its leg – escorted the Lady Shireen myself when she told Lord and Lady Stark. Lass was practically jumping off the walls after reading it.”

“Did she say when she would be arriving? Are Lord Stannis and his lady wife coming with her?” asked Robb.

Theon shook his head. “She says she’s in Dragonstone to prepare for her stay. She’ll be at White Harbor in a week. She’s bringing their mother and brother, too. But Lord Stannis won’t be joining them this time.”

This greatly confused Bran and his brothers. Lord Stannis was infamous for his sour expressions and austereness – but anyone who had the privilege of meeting him now would see how much the company of his second wife softened his hard nature. Stannis Baratheon was a man who showed no love for his brothers, but he adored the women and girls in his life. An adoration now extended to his youngest child, his only son.

For such a man to not travel with his wife was a strange and unusual occurrence.

“Why is Lord Stannis not traveling with Minnie and Lady Mei?” asked Bran. His brows furrowed before worry took hold of him. “Did he and Lady Mei fight, and she’s running away with their son?”

“Bran, that’s enough,” ordered Jon. “Everyone knows how much Lord Stannis respects Lady Mei’s advice. I’m sure he's not joining them because there’s too much to do at King’s Landing. Being King Robert’s brother gives him a great number of duties.”

Theon turned to Jon with a wide smirk. “Awfully defensive of Lady Mei’s honor – aren’t you, Snow? Think that’ll grant you any favors from her daughter, ‘Minion’?”

“Don’t call her that!” Bran called out.

Jon sputtered his response with red-tipped ears. “You know how much she hates being called that. Or do you want a repeat of what happened in the courtyard when you and Robb first called her that? And, of course, I care about Minna’s mother – I’d be a bad friend if I didn’t.”

Jon shouldn’t be as excited as he was at that moment. But he couldn’t help himself. Ming – his Ming – was coming to Winterfell. She was everything Jon wanted in an older sibling. She was invincible and told him as such. She and her mother had never once treated him differently from the rest of the Stark Children after learning of his bastard status. Whenever he got in over his head about his birth, she would always manage to ground him in some way. Once, he asked her if she was trying to trick him. She stared at him briefly before rolling up a piece of paper and swatting his head.

He still remembered her scowl with fondness.

“Do I look as stupid as Catelyn Stark to you?” she interrogated. “Who cares if you’re a bastard? You care about your siblings and work hard to be a worthy son despite the world giving you an excuse not to. I’ve given you some of my favorite fruits from my homeland, and you dare ask me if my friendship towards you was a ruse?! Don’t be stupid, Jon.”

He wept like a baby. He had never felt so happy in his life, and all he could do was thank his friend while weeping for joy. And to make him stop crying, she let him cry on her shoulder as she softly stroked his hair.

“Yeah,” snorted Theon. “Friend – sure.”

“That’s enough,” Robb cut in. “All of you. You want Father to scold us?”

Robb could tell his brothers were ecstatic about Ming’s arrival, but he had conflicting emotions about the news. Ming Yin Baratheon was a woman grown who was older than him by two years, the same age as Theon. Ming always had a wicked and brash tongue on her. When they first met, she was his height but so skinny and dressed so plainly with dirt streaks on her face.

Was it really so bad if he assumed she was smallfolk?

Then Theon dared him to tug on her braid while she was reading a book in the courtyard. A stupid dare between stupid boys resulted in them running for their lives with tears down their cheeks as a short and bookish girl chased them with a broom twice her height. She shouted out curses and promises of all the vile things she would do to them as she violently swung the broom through the air with fire in her eyes and poison on her tongue.

It took the combined efforts of Stannis, his father, Rodrick, and Jory to pry her off when she caught up to them. In the end, Robb’s cheeks burned with embarrassment as Luwin treated his bleeding nose, black eye, and bruises across his body while he and Father occasionally snickered to themselves. His mother nearly had a heart attack at the state of her eldest child. When she heard what had happened and tried to scold the girl, Ming only responded by blowing her tongue and spraying her spittle at the Tully woman. Even with more dirt on her cheeks than before and her braid ruined, she carried herself in such an unrelenting dignified manner that Robb couldn’t help but envy it.

At the very least, Theon was in no better state than him.

How in the Seven Hells could a girl of nine years manage to fight off four grown men? The memory stumped Robb then and still stumped him now.

“Scared of meeting the Demoness from Dragonstone?” Theon smugly asked when he saw his friend staring in the distance. “Or are you worried she won’t be impressed with your new height and strength when she sees you haven’t improved your writing?”

Robb scoffed at Theon’s words. “No, don’t be ridiculous.”

He refused to believe that he cared so much for some quick-tempered girl who always teased him– even if she had shiny black hair that ended at her waist and sharp, expressive dark eyes with full lips. It didn’t matter that she haunted his dreams every night since she was in Winterfell when she turned fourteen. It didn’t matter to Robb that Minna was the epitome of an exotic beauty with enough fire in her soul for any Northern winter to freeze her. It didn’t matter to Robb that she was closer to Jon than to him.

“I’ll kiss you when you finally beat me.”

It didn’t matter to Robb – none of it.

“I’m not scared of Minna, Theon – so stop trying to bait me.” Robb let that be the final word before riding ahead just behind his father.

Meanwhile, Ned had heard everything passed between the boys while riding in the front. He chuckled at Bran’s excitement. He was sure he would be climbing the gates of Winterfell every day to wait for Minna’s arrival. It was no secret to anyone in the Stark family or those working in Winterfell that Bran had a bit of a crush on the tempestuous sailor. While his wife disliked the girl, Ned was very fond of her. Her temper and sharp tongue reminded him of Mei when he first met her. Not to mention that she was the spitting image of Mei at that age.

He wasn’t too old to be oblivious to how his sons acted around pretty girls – especially girls like her. Northern women were one thing, but Mei and Minna were an entire league of women. There had never been two women who would turn Westeros upside down and inside out as much as them. Mei had turned the forever stoic Stannis Baratheon into a feeling human, became the most respected woman in the Keep, and opened trade opportunities for Westeros. At the same time, Minna tore down every obstacle in her path to pursue knowledge and made Dragonstone one of the richest keeps in the Seven Kingdoms – not that Robert or his queen will ever get a hold of a single coin from her.

When Ned and his sons returned to Winterfell, he was immediately bombarded with questions from the rest of his children about whether Minnie was really coming to Winterfell. They asked if he knew about whether he knew she was bringing gifts from her travels. Arya wanted to know if she would give her a dagger forged by the Master blacksmiths from Qohor. Rickon hoped she would bring any sweets and candied fruits.

Even Sansa couldn’t hide her excitement. Despite the girls' differences, Minna would bring Sansa the most exquisite fabrics, accessories, and books. The gifts were more often than not used as a way to distract her from any pranks or tricks pulled on her. Thankfully, Mei would be here as well. Sansa held Lady Mei Baratheon on nearly the same high pedestal as her mother. She would tell how beautiful Sansa was growing and how her grace and charm rivaled the most beautiful empresses from her homeland. She would sing praises of how her stitching looked more impressive than the last time she’d seen it while sharing news of the latest trends worn among noble women worldwide.

Excitement filled the halls of Winterfell at the news of their guests. Preparations were underway for their arrival. Ned went to the Godswood and shone his sword under the branches of the Old Weirwood tree for some peace. He was grateful for the life the Old Gods blessed him with. This was not the life he was meant to have. Everything of his should have been Brandon’s – his wife, his title, his responsibilities – but he wouldn’t change any of it, not for all of the power and gold in the world.

But his world would be crashing down around him when his wife arrived with a message from King’s Landing.

“I’m so sorry, my love,” Catelyn told him with sympathetic eyes. Then she told him Jon Arryn had died, and Robert and his wife would travel to Winterfell with their children and the Queen’s brothers.

Ned looked down at his feet. “If he’s traveling this far North, it’s for one thing.” He looked at his wife in hidden fear. “He wants to make me his Hand.”

“First Mei, now Robert,” thought Ned when he shared the news to his children. “May the Old Gods and New protect my family for what’s to come.”

Bran watched the road to his father’s keep from the top of the gates. He saw a single dot moving closer and closer until the dot became a wheelhouse. His eyes widened in excitement as his smile broadened in anticipation for his friend in the horse-drawn carriage that carried House Baratheon’s banner. He stood up and ran across the edge or beginning to climb down the tower. He reached the ground to run to his father at the stables.

“They’re here! They’re here!” he exclaimed when he reached him. The boy was practically bouncing on his heels for barely containing his elation.

Ned chuckled at the sight of his son. “Who, Bran?”

“Minnie! There’s a wheelhouse coming! It carries the sigil of House Baratheon!”

“Was anyone carrying the banner?” his father asked with a quizzical brow raised.

Bran shook his head. “No, but I saw it painted on the top of it.”

“Alright, then,” nodded Ned as he gave his son instructions. “Gather your brothers, sisters, and Shireen. I’ll prepare your mother. Tell them to gather in the courtyard to greet them.”

Bran nodded before doing as his father instructed. He swiftly ran through the familiar halls of the Winterfell keep that was his home. He found Sansa, Arya, and Shireen with Septa Morgane. They were learning their sums when Bran burst into the room. Septa Morgane scolded him for acting so brashly, but her words were quickly ignored when Bran told the girls that Minnie and her mother would soon arrive. As soon as the news left his mouth, Shireen dashed right past him, followed by his sisters.

Jon, Robb, and Theon were already in the courtyard, sparring with wooden swords, when Bran found them. They immediately put away their wooden swords and met their father with Rodrick right behind them. Father and Mother stood side-by-side when Robb stood to Father’s left. Rickon stood next to their mother, and Shireen stood next to him with an eager smile beaming on her face. Sansa stood to Robb’s left, Arya on her right, and Bran was on hers. Jon and Theon were behind them – Theon was a Greyjoy, but Ned Stark’s ward. Jon was a Stark by blood…but not by name.

Shireen was bouncing on the tips of her toes in hopes that time would move faster. The days since her sister’s letter of her arrival moved so slowly, and she could hardly sleep a wink last night for this moment.

“Do you think she missed me?” she whispered to Rickon.

“Of course! Minnie loves you more than anything!” Rickon replied. “Even more than her own ship, I think.”

The loud creaks and groans of the aged wood crept closer and closer until the wheelhouse stopped in the courtyard’s center. The driver ensured the horses were calm and stable before leaping from his seat and opening the doors. A vision in a marigold silk tunic with trumpet sleeves and gold floral patterns paired with a gold belt around her waist. It was a shame that such finery was hidden underneath a thick wool cloak with a thick fur mantle. Her lustrous, flowing, jet-black tresses were bound with a green ribbon and golden stitching in a single braid trailing down her back. The pendant of her husband’s sigil hung down from a simple gold chain over her bosom.

Lady Měilíng Baratheon was the second wife of Stannis Baratheon and the mother of his only son. As she stepped down from the wheelhouse, she stepped on the dirt with such grace and poise that it seemed the Mother of the Seven had come instead of a highborn lord’s wife. A woman over forty years of age who still managed to get pregnant and carry a son to term – she looked far too young to be her age.  

A small boy who could not have been taller than Ned Stark’s knee shuffled behind her. It was the little lording, Steffard Baratheon, the only son of his father and second-in-line to inherit Dragonstone after his older sister, Shireen. He wore a fine coat from a stag’s hide and little shoes to protect his feet. Like his mother, he too wore a gold pendant of his father’s sigil hung from a simple chain. Despite being blessed with most of his mother’s soft features, he certainly inherited his father’s bright blue Baratheon eyes and inky-black curls.

Seeing the boy standing next to his mother, Ned felt a hundred years older than he was. Where had the time gone? He, Mei, and Robert were all children once – children involved in a war to decide the fate of a country for its future years. Ned had once pitied the YiTish girl for the hand she was dealt in life. As a foreigner, she should have had no part in Robert’s Rebellion, but she experienced loss and grief like the rest of them nonetheless.

And now, all three of them were leaders with their own children and carrying burdens on their shoulders that their children would inherit – how the years escaped them.

Měilíng searched for her young daughter and beamed when she found her. She nudged her little son and guided his eyes to his sister. His eyes lit up as he toddled to her, warming her heart. “希希 (XīXī)!” he exclaimed as Shireen ran towards him. Her arms were spread open as Steffard leaped into her arms and wrapped his arms around her neck. “I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!”

“I missed you too!” Shireen giggled as her body was flooded with her baby brother’s warmth.

Still locked in their reunion, the two young siblings spun in circles before falling on the ground in laughter. The scene loosened the tension as House Stark looked at the pair warmly.

When they stopped laughing, Shireen helped her brother as she looked at their mother. Mei’s smile shined as she squatted on the ground, balanced her body with her feet, and spread her arms wide open to greet her daughter. Shireen needed no instructions to race into her mother’s arms. A cocoon of love and happiness blanketed the young Baratheon girl as her face was dotted with pecks and kisses. She buried her face in the crook of her mother’s neck and breathed in her scent – her mother always smelled like the salty sea breeze of Dragonstone and peonies. To Shireen, it was as if she was transported home, and if she closed her eyes, she was back on the shores of the Dragonstone beaches, walking alongside Minnie.

“How are you, my little doe?” her mother asked as she tenderly stroked the back of her head. “Did you enjoy the books your sister and I sent you? Did you enjoy your lessons with Maester Luwin and Septa Morgane?”

Shireen answered her mother with a broad smile and starry eyes. “I am well, mother. I loved the books! But–” Shireen looked behind her mother to try to find her sister “–where is Minnie? Was she not in the wheelhouse with you and Steffard?”

Meiling shook her head as she laughed to herself. “Do not worry, little doe, your sister is here. But she is a little worse for wear after days in the wheelhouse.”

Their mother rose from her feet as her hands remained grasped with Shireen’s. She turned to the wheelhouse behind her and called out her daughter in the language of their homeland. “明阴 (Míng Yīn)! How long do you intend to keep your sister waiting?”

A weary and pained groan exited the horse-drawn transport in response. “Would you give me a minute? I’m a little busy trying not to die here!”

“You are not dying!” Měilíng scoffed. “How long do you want to keep Ned and his family waiting?”

“As soon as I’m done making sure I won’t shit or vomit my guts out! I don’t want to have to pay any additional fees for this torture device on wheels!”

“Do you need a brush for your hair?”

“NO!” A few moments passed. “OKAY! I’m good!”

The giant wooden box creaked as Shireen’s sister finally exited the wheelhouse, and she immediately breathed in the fresh air only found in the North. A young woman an entire head taller than Měilíng stepped into the light – despite the bags under her eyes and the slightly tired look on her face, she was every bit as beautiful and poised as her mother.

Míng Yīn was exactly how Ned Stark imagined her mother would have looked if Mei trained herself in combat and fighting as a child. Her dark almond-shaped eyes could either enchant a man enough to willingly give her his life or scare the souls of all her enemies. Her muscles grew and hardened after years of training under her biological father in Yi Ti before traveling around the world on open seas – fighting anyone who dared cross blades with her and leaving a trail of blood and corpses for fish to nibble on. Ned did not doubt that she would bankrupt his boys if they even dared to try and bet against her in combat.

Míng Yīn wore her hair in a half-up-down style with a part of her hair bound in a simple braid on the back of her head. Her outfit was more fitting of a sailor than a highborn noblewoman. She wore a mid-length dark blue wool robe with a silver border stitched on the hem and long sleeves. The robe was wrapped around her body in a way that left her neck, collarbones, and the slightest hint of her cleavage out in the open. The dark linen sash that held her sword and dagger further emphasized the curve of her hips and waist. The black leather breeches hugged her lower body, and the tall black leather boots highlighted the muscles of her calves.

A large black jaguar had quickly come outside the wheelhouse as well. Its pristine and shiny coat shone in the faint sunlight that bathed Winterfell. Without missing a beat, it promptly stood beside its mistress, scanning the new environment for any dangers that would risk his beloved mistress’ safety and well-being.

So, Míng had indeed brought Wu. Robb’s mother wouldn’t like that.

But unlike her mother and brother, Míng Yīn did not wear the sigil of her mother’s second husband’s house. On her neck and sitting on her breasts was a black jade pendant with a small dragon with a white eye carved into it hung from a red string. On each side of the pendant was a tiny Dragon’s Bloodstone bead.

Robb unconsciously straightened his posture at the sight of her. He felt himself release a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding until Ming came into view. Years’ worth of memories flooded his mind as she reached for her younger sister.

The young Baratheon girl launched herself in her sister’s arms. “Minnie! You’re here!”

Robb watched on the sidelines as Ming greeted Shireen with a dozen kisses for each month since they last saw one another. He wondered if she still smelled as cool and crisp as the ocean’s wind that blew through her hair. Or if her skin would taste as warm and bright as the sunshine soaking her skin while she stood on her ship’s dock on cloudless days.

He longed for a sample – anything would be enough.

When the two sisters parted, Wu gently lowered himself to nudge his head against Shireen. Loud purrs came from his throat as the young girl scratched that spot under his chin and stroked his back.

“Oh, Wu! You’ve become even more beautiful! Thank you for protecting Minnie!”

The beast preened at the attention. Míng Yīn was his mistress and savior and, therefore, his favorite. His eternal loyalty and love would forever belong to her. But if he had to choose a second favorite, it would belong to Shireen Baratheon – for she had the purest soul and kindest heart in all of the Seven Kingdoms.

Rickon could also not contain himself and joined his betrothed to embrace her sister. The sight of two small children clinging to the person who brought fear and awe to every sailor, sea merchant, and trading company from Westeros to Essos was both comical and heartwarming. A scene that became more comical was when Míng Yīn grabbed one child each and flung them on her shoulders as if they were small sacks of flour. Wu jumped on his hind legs to play as he licked their tiny hands.

Finally, Lady Měilíng of House Baratheon and her children brought themselves to stand before the Lord of the Winterfell and knelt with one knee on the ground in a show of respect. Ned told them to raise before bringing his old friend in a tight embrace.

When they parted, he gave her a look-down to take the sight of her in fully. “Gods, look at you. How many years has it been?"

Měilíng gave a kind smile in response. “I’d say almost two years – far shorter compared to when you’ve last seen Robert.”

“How is Robert in King’s Landing? Is he working Stannis to the ground?”

Měilíng huffed in annoyance at the mention of her brother-in-law’s name. “Oh, of course. The man’s too stupid and fat to do anything else but order his brother, my husband, and his Hand to run his kingdom while he eats, drinks, and whores himself to ruin.”

Everyone apart from Ned widened their eyes in shock at the woman’s words. Did she not fear for her head? Was it alright if the wife of the King’s brother said such things of him? But Mei only turned to Ned’s wife as she bowed in respect for Lady Stark.

“Lady Stark,” she spoke in a clear and calm voice. “On behalf of my husband and House Baratheon, I humbly thank you for opening your home to allow my daughter to stay with your children this past year. Your generosity was further extended to allow room for my family’s visit. I cannot imagine the stress my eldest daughter gave you when her letter stated that we would be here in less than two weeks.”

Catelyn bowed her head in response. “Think nothing of it, my lady. Lady Shireen Baratheon had been our home's most polite and wonderful guest. I am grateful you and your husband sent her to my family’s home to host her. She had quickly become my youngest son’s most favorite playmate.”

Měilíng smiled at the woman’s words. She then turned to the Stark children before greeting each and every one of them. She marveled at how tall and handsome Robb had become since childhood. She softly whispered in his ear if he were hopeful that his sparring skills improved enough to beat her daughter. Seeing him sputtering and pale skin blushing made a very amusing scene. When she came across Sansa, she gasped and held the girl’s hands in her own.

“Oh, Sansa!” she exclaimed. “Look at you! You’ve grown so beautiful and tall since I last saw you. I thought you were a princess! And your cloak – tell me, did you do the stitching?”

Sansa softly giggled as she blushed from the praise. “Yes, Lady Baratheon. I’ve improved a lot in my stitching and needlework since you last saw me – I’m sure I could even make you something, if you’d like.”

Měilíng put a gentle palm on the girl’s cheek. “I would love nothing more. Perhaps you would even convince my eldest to practice her needlework. Or even try to persuade her to stop wearing breeches and trousers when she’s not at sea.”

“Never going to happen, Mother,” interjected Míng Yīn, who had finally put Shireen and Rickon on the ground after greeting Lord and Lady Stark. “I do enough needlework on my own. Thank you very much.”

Míng Yīn’s mother turned to her daughter in exasperation. “The only time you practiced as a child for needlework was to sew wounds close after training with your father.”

“…Yeah, exactly,” Míng Yīn nodded with a slight shrug and a blank expression. “What more needlework skills are necessary after that?”

“Minnie!” shouted Arya and Bran as they both made their way to crowd the woman. After exchanging warm greetings and kind words, the most essential questions came from the younger Stark daughter’s mouth.

“Did you bring gifts?” she asked in an eager tone.

“Arya!” exclaimed her sister and mother. Both women’s faces turned red at Arya’s impoliteness as Ned and his friend only laughed at the girl’s bluntness.

Míng Yīn stroked her chin as if deep in thought. “Did I bring gifts? Huh…I wonder…that doesn’t sound like something I’d do. Is it?”

Bran jumped like a child of four after eating too much sugar. “You did! Can we see them? Please?” He turned to his father with pleading eyes.

Ned slightly shook his head. “Come on now, Bran. Let our guests first get settled in their rooms. Judging from Lady Minna’s expression, she could do for a bit of rest.”

“But after they get settled, can they give us the presents?” Rickon sweetly asked while holding Steffard’s hand on one side while Shireen held the other as they placed the baby on Wu’s back.

His mother answered as she softly stroked his head. “After they rest for a bit, then we will have supper. The cooks prepared a feast for our guests’ arrival. There will be plenty of time tomorrow.”

Even Sansa deflated a bit with her younger siblings that they couldn’t receive their presents sooner rather than later.

Míng Yīn grabbed Shireen by the back of her cloak before placing her sister on her back. Shireen was a bit shocked before she giggled at the display of her sister’s open affection and wrapped her arms around her neck as Míng Yīn looped her arms around her little legs.

“Anyone been doing this for you while I’ve been gone?” she smirked.

Shireen responded with glee. “No! I only like you doing these!”

As Robb watched his parents and sister walk off with Lady Meiling and Steffard, he figured now was as good a time as any to approach Ming. Shireen jumped off her back to her mother’s side to try and hold her brother the rest of the way to their rooms.

“Ming!” he called out. He felt his palms grow sweaty when she turned around in his direction.

He walked towards her with long, confident strides. He thought he looked intimidating, but he realized that wasn’t the case when she burst out laughing. The young lord’s ears burned at her reaction, and they only grew hotter when he heard Theon and Jon snickering behind him.

She only stopped laughing long enough to gasp out a response. “What’s with that face? You look like you swallowed a lemon!”

…Fuck, what was Robb to say in response to that? He had to be smart about this. He would not make a fool of himself. He tried his best not to stare at the jaguar staring at him with hollow eyes.

“…I’m finally taller than you,” he dumbly stated.

“Shit,” was the only echoing in Robb’s mind as he heard Jon and Theon loudly guffawed as they heard him.

He didn’t have to look behind him to know that the bastards collapsed on the ground, gasping for air.

But Míng Yīn only walked toward him while Wu did not come any closer before stopping a few feet away as she traced her eyes over his face and down his form. He saw her dark eyes crinkle with appreciation as a sweet smile spread. She snorted out through her nose as she stepped even closer until only a few inches of air were between them. Wu still hadn’t moved, but he was staring more intensely than before, and Robb wondered if his death would be from a jaguar clawing out his throat.

“Yes,” she whispered as her eyes darted to his lips. “You’re much taller now.”

Blue met black as only the noises came from their parents walking farther and farther away. Their growing distance made the space between them seem more like a separate reality. One where it was only the two of them and no one else. Robb’s eyes quickly glanced down to Ming’s lips, and his Adam’s apple bobbed at the thought of them around his cock.

But that bubble burst when Míng Yīn bumped her fist into Robb’s chest and backed away with a cheeky grin and mischievous eyes.

“笨蛋 (Bèndàn), I’m still going to kick your ass in the courtyard, though.” She turned to Wu before walking. “Come on, 无牙 (Wú yá)! Let’s catch up to 小希 (Xiǎo xī )! I want to take a bath before dinner.” She turned to walk back to her family and called out to him without looking back. “You’ll always be a hundred years too early to beat me in a fight!”

Robb only stood in a daze as he watched her walk away. When Theon slapped his back, he finally came to and saw that Jon was beside him.

Theon snickered at the glare his friend gave him. “Stare at her ass any longer, and I’ll think you’ve become more scarecrow than wolf. Plus, I think the cat can sense your eyes.”

Robb only shrugged. “It’s a good ass to stare at.”

“It’s a great ass to stare at. That doesn’t make you look less stupid.”

“Can we stop talking about Ming’s backside?” Jon begged. He didn’t like talking about their friend in such a disrespectful manner, and he liked the idea of Wu tearing out their throats even less. “Let’s get back to sparring with Rodrick before the feast.”

Another reason to adore Míng Yīn – she hated it when Jon wasn’t included in the feasts while she was staying at Winterfell. The feast of her first coming to Winterfell with her mother was marked mainly by how she walked out of the Great Hall and returned with Jon. She dragged him by the wrist before seating him right next to her at the table.

Jon was terrified Lady Stark would berate his new friend for deliberately bringing the bastard to the feast. But all that came was a stare-down between the Lady Stark and Ming Yin. Lady Stark’s face was red with embarrassment, and she stared down at the girl with the most terrifying look Jon had ever seen. Just remembering the expression gave chills down his spine.

But Ming refused to back down. She unblinkingly returned the lady’s stare with her own, and it was as if a silent war had broken out. Ming wasn’t afraid of the red-haired fish with crow’s feet under her eyes. A wolf by marriage was hardly a wolf at all. She wasn’t going to be beaten in a battle of wills – not then, not ever.

Ned sat by his wife, wondering if Mei would bring war to his feet if his wife killed her beloved daughter. Meiling sat beside Lady Stark in rapt interest for the events unfolding. She always loved it when her little goblin decided to enact her idea of justice. She loved it even more when she took charge.

After what seemed like hours, Lady Stark conceded to the girl as she returned to her meal. Ming turned to Jon with bright stars in her clever eyes.

“Didn’t I tell you?” she asked with a broad smile. “I’m invincible.”

Since then, Jon has always included every time a feast was held for the YiTish women. An act of genuine kindness that was appreciated by all of Jon’s siblings and his father.

An act that only deepened the infatuation of a confident young wolf with dark auburn curls and bright blue eyes.

An infatuation that the Gods saw morph into obsession as they felt shivers course through their divine forms in anticipation of the future ahead.

*Additional Notes:

The characters from Yi Ti and other countries in this stories will different ways of how they are referred

Míng Yīn's Nicknames and Who uses them:

Ming - Robb, Theon, Jon, Sansa, and Catelyn Stark

Minna - Ned (he is the only one allowed)

Míng Yīn - Luwin

Minnie - Shireen, Rickon, Arya, Bran

Měilíng's Nicknames and Who uses them:

Mei - Robert, Ned, Renly, and Stannis

Translations:

希希 (XīXī) - Hope Hope; 希 means "hope"; Shireen's name in Chinese is written as 希琳 (Xī lín), in which 希 means "hope," and 琳 means "forest." Because Steffard is a baby who grew up hearing Yi Tish and Westerosi Common, it makes sense he would refer to Shireen with a nickname.

小希 (Xiǎo xī ) - Little Hope; another nickname for Shireen, but specifically from her older sister. Míng Yīn is a girl who is thousands of miles away from her hometown, Wan, in Yi Ti. When her mother married Stannis, she had to leave everyone she ever loved, including her older brother. But seeing baby Shireen have her hope that everything would turn out for the better.

明阴 (Míng Yīn) - 明 means "bright," and 阴 is the character used for "yin" in the Chinese philosophy of "yin and yang". The character's direct translation is "negative," but it is also used to describe "femininity, moon, water, and earth" as it represents the female principle of the universe

笨蛋 (Bèndàn) - Fool or dumbass; 笨 means "fool," while 蛋 means "egg." Technically, the direct translation is "foolish egg," but most people will use it to call someone an idiot.

无牙 (Wú yá) - toothless; 无 means "none," while 牙 means "tooth"; Míng Yīn named him this because when she first found him as a cub, he didn't have any teeth.

杀手 (Shāshǒu) - killer; this is Shadow's actual name; Shadow is a Peregrine Falcon

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[morbidology]

On the 6th of Janaury, 1979, Tan Keun Chai and his wife, Lee Mei Ying, left their apartment in Singapore to go to work for the morning. They had left their five children home alone: 10-year-old Tan Kok Peng, 8-year-old Tan Kok Hin, 6-year-old Tan Kok Soon, and 5-year-old Tan Chin Nee.

That afternoon, Tan and Lee attempted to phone their children at home to check in on them. Each phone call went unanswered and concern quickly transformed into dread. Tan and Lee called up a neighbour in the same apartment block and asked them to check in on the children. The neighbour knocked on the front door but nobody came to open the front door. 

The neighbour called Tan and Lee and informed them that the children's weren't opening up. An overwhelming sense of fear overcame the couple and they left work to return home. When they unlocked the front door, it took them just seconds to take in the carnage inside the apartment. 

Blood was spattered across the walls and floors. They entered the bathroom and found the four lifeless bodies of their children. They had been slashed and stabbed to death and were piled up on top of one another. The pathologist stated that each child had no less than 20 stab wounds, and that one child's arm was almost severed.

Investigators speculated that the murders had been premeditated, and that the killer had been careful to not leave any evidence. There was also evidence that the killer had cleaned themselves up before leaving the apartment that afternoon. However, Tan had put up a fight and a long hair was discovered in his hand, presumably from the killer.

Investigators also theorised that the motivation was revenge. They noted that the killer knew details about the family's movements, and knew that Lee had undergone sterilization. In the wake of the murders, the couple received a New Yard card which depicted children playing together. Inside, the card ominously read: "Now you can have no more offspring, ha ha ha."

The murders still remain unsolved.

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