#my overbearing dragon father

[darkestspring]

Bronze and Silver

a/n: upon popular request i’ve decided to make an expanded second part to my rhea x daemon daughter little blurb which you can find HERE! I was so excited to write the first part so i loved writing this so much.

words: a little over 2k words

It had come from a drunken night between Lady Rhea Royce and her husband (as much as it made her nearly vomit to say that word) Daemon Targaryen. One single night of drunken stupor and only weeks later was it comfirmed that Lady Royce was pregnant.

The maester had gently suggested contacting her husband which she had scoffed at, this baby is hers. Nothing of his, why should she inform her ever so absent and estranged husband.

As she placed her hand on her stomach, a rare smile came over her face. Her baby. Her blood, her child.

At first the pregnancy wasn’t easy, she cursed out everyone who irritated her and her child’s craving for fruit never left, she was amazed by it.

The birth was difficult, the pain overbearing as she screamed her way through it with the help of the maesters.

After nine hours, her child was here. The placed her blood in her arms and she was amazed by her daughter. White hair and bright purple eyes but she had the shape of her nose and the same face as her mother.

Rhea trailed her finger down he daughter’s little nose, in something akin to awe as she cradled her daughter.

“My lady, what name have to thought of. The king gifted you a book of Valyrian names a long time ago. Shall I fetch it?” The servant asked, as the maesters tended to the Lady and her newborn child.

Rhea had scoffed, irritation flashing through her. “This child is a Royce, my blood. Their name shall be fitting of it,”

“Diana.” She declared, looking to the maester. “My daughter shall be Diana Royce, after the goddess of the moon, the hunt and protector of women. My little huntress.” She cooed the last part as her daughter made little sound, her purple eyes staring up at her mother with interest.

Years later, those same purple eyes fill with tears as she clung to her cousin’s clothes. “No, mama can’t be gone! How could such an injustice be served!”

How could Gerold comfort a child who had just lost their mother to the father they never even knew? His little cousin of six.

At the age of six, Diana was talented with a bow and arrow, taking after her mother, the mother she loved that was now dead.

After the funeral processions, Gerold headed to King’s Landing to attend the wedding of Princess Rhaenyra (they had all agreed to keep her existence a secret from her absent father) and Diana snuck into Dragonstone.

She would claim a dragon and take her revenge. She would avenge her mother, who had done nothing but what was expected of her. Let her father learn that there are always consequences for the actions he takes.

As Gerold Royce accuses Daemon Targaryen of Lady Rhea Royce’s murder, Lady Diana Royce-Targaryen sneaks into dragonstone and claims the monstrous Cannibal as her own.

She returns home with a bonded dragon and victory on her tongue as she orders them to bring three goats for her beloved boy.

She’s thirteen when she gets the news that her father’s wife is dead, and then her cousin’s husband is dead, and then her cousin and father marry. She laughs the loudest when she hears what they’re saying about her father. She’s always known he was a murderer, and now others know it too.

She’s fifteen when the call to court comes, they have discovered her existence and wish to see the truth with their own eyes.

“Prepare my things.” She ordered the servants as she sets the letter down. “Back a light back and run me a both. I wish to wear my black riding clothes.”

“Yes, my Lady.” The servants rushed off to get started as smile started to tug at the lips of Lady Diana Royce.

“Oh, this is too funny!” Diana laughs as she leans back into her chair, her purple eyes filled with amusement. “This is getting so much more interesting!”

As she dressed in blackened thick riding leathers, she climbs onto Cannibal’s black. She pets his neck gently with a smile. “It’s gonna be a long ride, boy.” She looks forward to all of it. “Soves!”

The dragon keepers are terrified when she lands, its been years since they’ve seen the cannibal. “He won’t be in the dragon pit.” She reassures them before turning to her dragon. “Soves, Cannibal!”

Cannibal lets out a roar that shakes the foundations around them as he leaps into the sky and disappears from view.

“My Lady.” The knight before her bows and she nods, clasping her hands in front of her. “I will guide you to see the Queen and Lord Hand, your uncle is too busy to entertain today.”

Sick, they mean. Diana knows everything, as any good Lady would when they plot the downfall of their own father.

Diana smiles, tilting her head and her white hair tilts her. She doesn’y say anything as she walks ahead.

“Lady Diana Royce-Targaryen!” The guard at the door announced and with her head high, Diana walked forth. Her eye caught white hair and she turned to look as a boy around her age, with an eyepatch over one eye looking at her with intrigue.

She turned her face back around and stopped in front of her supposed aunt and the hand.

“I welcome you to King’s Landing, Lady Royce.” Alicent greeted the girl, a strained smile filling her face. She had no idea that Daemon had actually had a daughter with his first wife, it was news to her father as well.

“Thank you, Your Majesty.” Diana bowed her head to her as she stood still. “I admit, I fear I do not understand why I have been summoned away from my home, The Vale.”

“We were not aware of your existence. None of us were. Not even the king.” Otto stares at the girl of fifteen in front of him as her eyebrows furrow and her eyes narrow. “One might be curious as to why.”

“It was never deemed necessarily. My mother, may the gods protect her departed soul, never deemed it necessary to inform anyone outside of the vale, including my... father.” The word tasted like acid in her mouth and her mask dropped for a second, allowing Alicent and Otto to see her disgust and resentment.

“After her sudden death, we decided to keep this knowledge limited to the Vale. I am a Royce after all.”

Sick satisfaction settled in Otto as he was clued in to the fact that Daemon didn’t know this child existed. This child that they could influence and that they could take under their wing. “Yes, but we know now and you are of marrying age.”

“Yes, and I am also the Lady of the Vale, rider of the monstrous Cannibal. I am many things. I want many things.” Diana spoke, her kind act dropping as she stared at the both of them with irritation.

Aemond was stunned at the words, The Cannibal? No one could tame him because he ate humans and dragons alike but his cousin had? He wanted to talk more to her. His mother and grandfather had told him of the possibility of a betrothal.

“If you wish for me to marry your second son, say so. I tire of games. I want my father’s head. I don’t care about anyone else.” Diana declared, trying to keep a hold on her irritation.

“Lady Diana!” Alicent tried to reprimand her, even if she did feel bad for the girl. She hadn’t had a female figure to look after since she was six.

Otto found amusement in this girl, she knew what she wanted and didn’t hold back. A good asset indeed. “The king has agreed to a betrothal between the lady Diana and Prince Aemond.”

At his name, Aemond stepped forward until he was right next to Diana and she didn’t move an inch.

Diana stared for a minute with her hard gaze before nodding. “The Vale accepts this proposal. As you are all aware, when I come of age, I will rule the Vale as its Lady, that means that Prince Aemond will become the Lord of the Vale alongside me, any children we have will be our successor.”

“We are aware of that.” Alicent nodded, sending a soft look at Aemond who was surprised but also not against the agreement.

“My betrothed.” Aemond held out his hand and Diana finally turned to him, he was struck by the vibrancy in her eyes as she placed her hand in his.

“My betrothed.” She said in return, nodding to the queen and hand as Aemond guided her away.

As he guided her down to the dragon pit, Cannibal landed nearby, startling Aemond and making a smile appear on Diana’s face. “I’m sure you’ll introduce me to Vhagar later but if Cannibal approves of you, I’ll honor our agreement.”

Aemond’s eye darkened as he looked at her. She would honor it anyways, their betrothal was already set. He was already impressed by her. As a dragon, he was known to be possessive over what he considered his.

Cannibal growled as he approached his rider and the other targaryen. His toxic green eye glared into Aemond as Diana walked closer, her hand petting his jaw with soft strokes. “Oh, my best boy.” She whispered before peering over at Aemond. “Come here.”

He, without hesitation, walked over and she grabbed his hand. “Gently.” She warned him and placed his hand where hers had been, moving it back and forth gently. “That’s it.”

Cannibal ceased his growling and instead started making soft purring sound as his eyes slowly blinked.

Diana laughed, a sound that made Aemond’s attention drift to her, unable to look away. “He likes you.” She smiled at him. “That settles it, we’ll be uniting our houses, my prince.”

Two years went by quickly, faster than she would had liked. Diana, who had moved herself to King’s Landing to begin her courting period with Aemond, had grown much closer to him. Their first kiss shared in the dragon pit not even a year ago. She had left to take care of a matter in the Vale.

“I’ll be back in time for the audience.” She had told Aemond as they walked together, arms linked. “Don’t miss me too much, my love.”

“I always miss you, my dragon.” Aemond’s eye had glittered with fondness as he reached down to kiss her. His world have filled with so much brightness when you had entered it.

Everything had been normal, no one had breathed a word of your existence to the blacks. Not even blabbermouth Aegon.

The audience was just starting, everyone but Aemond was inside, He was waiting by the doors for his betrothed to return.

Diana rushes in, her white hair trailing behind her and Aemond’s eye trails down to her black and gold dress. “You’re almost late, my love.” He teased, a smile on his lips.

“Hush you! Let;s go.”

“Wait.” Aemond stops you with a frown on his lips now. “Your father is here, we didn’t know he was coming with my sister. We took extra care to not mention you to him but, do you still want to this?”

A vindictive glint entered her eyes as she linked her arms with Aemond’s. “I do, you’ll never let me fall.” She said confidently as Aemond nodded towards the guard.

“Lady Diana Royce-Targaryen, first of her name. The Lady of the Vale.” The guard announced as the door opened. “As well as her betrothed, Prince Aemond Targaryen, first of his name. Future Lord of the Vale.”

Many sets of eyes peered at him, some relieved. Some shocked.

Daemon peered at his newly announced daughter as she entered with the one-eyed prince. She was all him. White hair, purple eyes just like his. But she also had some of that Bronze Bitch in her.

Anger grew in him as well as fear and apprehension. How could he not have been told. She looks not much older than Prince Aemond and Prince Jacaerys.

Diana felt eyes on her and she walked forwards with Aemond, taking her place next to Helaena as she kissed the princesses cheek. “Good afternoon, sister.”

Helaena had smiled at her, relieved before glancing forward and turning away with distress. “He is watching.”

Diana looked up from her place and her purple eyes connected with identical ones across from the room.

She smiled at him, wiggling her fingers at him tauntingly.

I win.

#yandere house of the dragon #aemond targaryen x reader #yandere aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x oc #house of the dragon x reader #very subtle yandere vibes!!!!

[the-desilittle-bird]

Hi! Whenever you get round to your requests, could you see if you can do this one?

OC female Targaryen reader × Aemond Targaryen story. Instead of Aemond accidentally killing Lucerys, he kills her and obviously the whole Dance of the Dragons start and then him and Daemon obviously both fight in the Gods Eye, perhaps he gets reborn but reborn in like Harry Potter universe and he gets told by fates or something that she was reborn there and he has to find her or something?

Not sure if you do crossovers? But you could always just get them reborn again to start again? Just thought crossovers were cool 😎

AN- So, I am writing headcanons for this; enjoy your crossover... Also, Aemond's reborn name is Aries and (Y/N)'s is Delphinus.

Requests are always open and well appreciated.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

Being Reborn in Wizarding World with Aemond...

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Warnings- None except for Gryffindor vs Slytherin

GIF Credits to @my-harry-potter-generation

You were Lucerys' elder sister but younger than Jace and your dragon was the Bronze Fury.

You were bastard, just as your siblings; but you were loved more than anyone of them, and played multiple roles for your family.

You were Rhaenyra's darling daughter; Daemon's political advisor; Jace's partner of history lessons; Luke's Valyrian teacher and Rhaenys' little sweetheart.

Instead of Luke, you go to Storm's End on Vermithor.

And you meet your uncle there, beside one of Baratheon's daughters.

Everything went from bad to worst, and ended with your dead and Vermithor went back grieving his rider's death.

The entire Dance unfolded as it had to; Vermithor was tamed by a bastard by the name Hugh Hammer and died a warrior's death.

Aemond met in a face-to-face battle with Daemon above the God's Eye. As a result, both of them died with their respective dragons.

A few years later, Aemond is reborn as a wizard in Malfoy family as the second son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy; younger brother of Draco, by a year.

While you took birth as Sirius Black's child with Marlene McKinnon and were under Remus Lupin's custody while your father remained in the prison.

Aemond was prophesied to have a soul mate when he turned ten.

He only remembered the major events of it.

Him on a dragon. Him killing a lady with brown hair and violet eyes. Him fighting a man with long blonde hair.

He is told of it when he was eleven by his mother, who was kind and loving and reassured him that even if he doesn't find her, then it is alright.

"Aries, I know this is a heavy burden to carry, my son. But even if you don't find her, or him, even then; it's alright. Because love doesn't have to be written in stars, just in hearts."

He reaches at the train, alongside his goon of a brother and his sidekicks; but soon find a vacant couch.

It was then when you met him.

And while he was overwhelmed with nostalgia and overbearing loss; you, Delphinus, were completely unaware of his inner conflict.

Sitting in front of him with a grin, you extend your hand to him, saying your name to him.

That was when he realized that you had no recognition of your shared past.

So, with a headstrong aim of reminding her who she was and of their shared past life.

But, the first problem comes in during the sorting ceremony.

Because he gets allotted to Slytherin, a.k.a. the most devious house of Hogwarts.

While you get sorted to Gryffindor, where you met the Golden Trio, a.k.a. archenemies of Draco Malfoy.

"It's better not to interact with them."

#house of the dragon #house targaryen #aemond targaryen headcanons #house of the dragon headcanons #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x fem!reader #aemond one eye #house of the dragon aemond #prince aemond

[verai-marcel]

Your Hearth Is My Home (BG3 Fanfic, Astarion x Female Reader, Part 25 of 28)

Summary, Notes, Tags, & Part 1 are here.

Act I - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12

Act II - Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | 

Act III - Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25 | Part 26 | Part 27 (18+) | Part 28 (END)

AO3 Link is here, my sweet.

Word Count: 4,798

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Act III, Chapter 4 - The Twist

Astarion watched his witch sleep comfortably in his arms, her deep breaths coming slow and steady. Compared to how agitated she had been before, he was glad to see her so calm. Extricating himself carefully, he left their bed to go hunt. But he had only taken a few steps when he heard her whimper. Turning back to her, he saw her curl up into a fetal position and start trembling, a slight keen coming from her throat as she began to hyperventilate.

Immediately he returned, touching her forehead. She began to calm, but her brow was still sweating from whatever was afflicting her.

“Fuck,” he muttered. Crawling back under the sheets, he pulled her into his arms again. Her shaking died down to a slight tremor and her breathing calmed. He could feel her muscles relax and her body naturally curled around him, seeking comfort.

I would kill Orin all over again for what she did to you.

He gently tucked hair behind her ear before he leaned down and kissed her forehead.

I’ll be here, my sweet.

***

The next few days were a blur for you as the others came in and out, seeking allies in the fight ahead. You overheard something about a prison break, fighting an undead dragon, and another prison break, but underwater. You saw Wyll’s father weakly entering the Elfsong, and staying with everyone while he healed.

You heard that Gale had gone to talk with Mystra, and after a long talk with Shadowheart, he had decided to give the crown to the goddess in exchange for getting the orb out of his chest. 

So many plans were coming to fruition, alliances sought and won all across the city, and the pile of loot was ever growing. At least it kept you busy. You were physically healthy, but… 

Sometimes your mind would scream, and you fought down the madness with all your might, despite your urge to scream along with it. 

To your surprise, Astarion stayed with you the entire time, touching you whenever he could. The madness that Orin had inflicted upon you still lingered in the back of your mind, but you managed to force it down, even though you sometimes had to stop and fight the echoes in your head. It was at those moments that Astarion would pull you into his arms, touching your skin, his cheek pressed against yours, telling you to take deep breaths, and that he was here with you.

You recognized the looks some of the others gave Astarion, as if he was being too protective and overbearing, but you knew that it was because they didn’t know the extent of the damage you had taken, and he had not shared with them your empathic abilities.

“Should I tell them?” you asked one night when the two of you were alone.

“It’s up to you,” he replied. “I wouldn’t.”

“Why not?”

He shrugged. “It’ll invite more questions. And it’s not like you’ve used it to do any harm. No need to mention it.”

For the time being, you decided not to tell them.

On the fourth night, when the others came up to Astarion, asking if he’d fed recently, even volunteering to watch over you while he went out to hunt, he refused. You realized that it had been days since he had fed. He refused to feed from you while you were healing, and he hadn’t left your side. Your attacks during the day had gotten less intense, so you figured you could handle Astarion being gone for a few hours.

“It’s alright, go hunt,” you told him.

“Excuse us a moment,” he said hastily to the others before pulling you outside, up to the roof.

“What are you doing?” he demanded once he confirmed that no one else was around.

“You haven’t eaten in days.”

“I can handle it,” he said. “You, on the other hand, can’t handle being without me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked, growing irate.

“Something might happen while I’m gone,” he replied.

You realized that you had been kidnapped twice in just as many weeks while Astarion had been away. “Let one of the others watch over me while you’re out hunting,” you replied. “Surely I won’t be kidnapped again with everyone on guard.”

“That’s not what I meant,” he said, stepping closer to you. “I meant your… attacks. Whatever Orin did to you, it’s lingering.”

You shrugged. “It’s getting better. I can handle it.”

When he looked at you quietly for a little bit too long, you had a hunch. “There’s something you’re not telling me.”

He held out a hand to you. You took it and felt his anxiety, thrumming like the vibrations of a lute’s strings. “If I don’t hold you at night, you start to shake and”—he stopped himself, shrugging helplessly with a sad look on his face—“I can’t leave your side, knowing that you’re fighting something like that inside of your head.”

You blinked. “Is that why you haven’t left?”

He nodded.

You let out a sigh. “So it’s worse at night, when I’m sleeping and unable to mentally protect myself,” you muttered. Looking up at him, you tapped his chest lightly with the back of your hand. “So go hunt during the day. You’re not going to be able to take care of me if you’re weakened.”

He tipped his head as he stared at you, contemplating your reasoning. “You have a good point,” he finally conceded. “But if you feel so much as a slight shortness of breath, you had better tell me.”

“I never pictured you as a worrywort. You’re starting to sound like Gale,” you teased.

Astarion’s face wrinkled with disgust. “Ugh. Alright. You’ve convinced me. I’ll go hunt in the morning.”

Returning to the others, you sat down in the main area and accepted the dinner plate that Gale handed to you. 

Should I tell them about my ability? 

You pondered while you ate, listening to the conversation around you. It sounded like they were going to storm Gortash’s base tomorrow and get the last netherstone. After that… would be the Netherbrain. They were almost there. Save the city, save themselves.

No. They don’t need to know. They have enough on their minds.

The rest of the night passed with battle plans and an early rest.

***

“Go.”

“Are you sure—”

“They’ll need all the help they can get,” you insisted. “Seriously. I can handle it. I promise.”

Astarion stared at you for a few moments more before finally nodding. “Fine. You had better keep your word.”

You grinned. “When have I not?”

He raised an eyebrow at you, but then he gave you a seductive little smirk before leaning in and whispering in your ear. “If you don’t, I’ll have to punish you, darling.”

“Astarion!” you said, feigning offense.

Giving you a knowing smirk, he left with the others, but not without one last look at you, his eyes clearly scanning you for any symptoms. You shooed him off, and as the door closed, you went back to the bed and curled into a ball, breathing heavily and deeply.

“Fuck, I hate lying.”

You weren’t entirely lying. It was getting better with each day. But you still had those attacks, and one had just happened to occur right as everyone was leaving. You had managed to hold it in just long enough to get them all out the door, but now that they were gone, and while the camp guests were still resting, you could hide in your bed and just breathe.

After about ten minutes, you rolled out of bed, mostly good as new, just sweaty from your mental battle with the remnants of Orin’s insanity.

You spent the day sorting through the pile of loot and the pouches of alchemical supplies that the others had brought back while you were recovering. The potion supply had run low, so you also began to make potions.

It was mid-afternoon when Karlach returned all alone. She paced in front of the fireplace, muttering and wringing her hands. You quietly stayed out of the way, making sure she didn’t burn anything by accident, until she finally slumped down to her knees and put her face in her hands. You heard tremulous breaths, followed by a lot of deep, slow sighs. When even those quieted down, you slowly approached.

“It’s not fair,” she muttered as she turned to face you, a melancholy expression on her face. “I thought I’d feel better, after killing Gortash.” She stared down at her hands. “But in the end, I’m just going to die anyway.”

Your heart clenched. Hesitantly, you reached out and touched her arm, prepared for her emotions. At least, you thought you were. The despair hit you hard, bringing tears to your eyes. How could she stand it?

But you looked at your friend, who had begun to smile. “But would you believe it?” she asked in a hushed voice. “Being here, right now, alive… I’m actually happy?”

You could feel a fluttering of hope in her heart, like the soft beats of a butterfly’s wings. “I believe you,” you said softly, sharing her smile. “Despite everything, you’re here now. And we’ll be here with you for as long as possible.”

She opened her arms. “Hug?”

“Of course,” you said, hugging her tightly. You could feel the heat beneath her skin, pulsing more hotly than ever before. She was still touchable, but just barely. Closing your eyes, you felt for the lines of power around her engine.

Odd. It’s almost as if there’s a line missing…

Pulling away from her, you nodded towards her chest. “Can I try something… on your heart?”

Karlach nodded and gave you access.

You imagined a wet towel, cold and refreshing in the summer heat. Singing a song similar to what you used for her tent, you weaved a light blue web and wrapped it around her engine, hoping that it would bring at least a little bit of relief. You finished the spell and the lines of the spell sank into the metal.

“Oh?” Karlach touched her chest and took a deep breath. “I feel… a bit better!”

“Thank goodness,” you breathed. “I was afraid I would accidentally freeze it too much.”

“No, no, this is great! I… I feel like I can go on!”

In her excitement, you could feel the strands of your spell snapping under the pressure. “Wait, wait, calm down, Karlach. This is only a temporary relief. The spell is already starting to snap apart.”

She nodded and took another deep breath. “All right. Got it.” Then she smiled at you. “Thank you for trying.”

You hugged her again and felt her emotions in full force: her despair that she was desperately pushing down and her determination to live out whatever time she had with no regrets. 

“My strong, sweet friend,” you whispered.

She told you everything that happened on the way to fighting Gortash, and wrapped up her story just as the others returned.

“Feeling better?” Wyll asked as he immediately headed for Karlach, touching her shoulder.

She nodded, and the two of them smiled so softly at each other that you quietly snuck away to look for Astarion. You were surprised to see him looking a little down. He held out his hand to you.

Delicately placing your hand in his, you felt a somber emotion, humming quietly in his heart. You gently cupped his cheek, watching him close his eyes and lean into your touch. 

“I’m still thinking about Karlach. About what she said,” he murmured. When you tipped your head in confusion, he paraphrased for you. At the end, he frowned. “Gods. There really is no justice in the world.”

You could feel his sympathy, and it aligned with yours. “There has to be a way to find a cure.”

He shrugged. “I hope so. For her sake.” Then he blinked and looked at you. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” you replied truthfully. 

Astarion nodded, taking your hand from his cheek and moving it to the inside of his elbow, escorting you back to the others. “I believe you, even though you lied to me this morning.”

Your jaw dropped. “How did you know?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You seriously think I can’t tell when you lie? You were sweating and your cute little pulse was practically jumping out of your neck.”

You sighed. Of course he could tell. “Good to know,” you muttered.

***

One last night together. They had all three netherstones. They had gathered their allies. Tomorrow, your friends would go off to face off with the Netherbrain. It was all or nothing.

After a nourishing dinner that you personally cooked, adding herbs that would increase their strength and energy, the others prepared their weapons and got ready for bed. You finished helping to mend everyone’s armor and clothing and finally called it a night, crawling behind Astarion as he sat at the edge of the bed, cleaning his daggers.

You wrapped your arms around him and lay your head on his shoulder.

He turned his head toward you. “Are you alright?”

“I… I want to go with you.”

You heard him set down his dagger and rag. Then he turned his whole body towards you.

“No.”

“But—”

“You must stay here.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but behind his vehement glare was something else. You touched his hand.

…fear…

“Why are you afraid?” you whispered.

His frown changed to a sad, helpless expression. “I… I can’t fight to my fullest if I’m distracted by… by what could happen to you.” He held your hands in his and brought them to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “I just want you safe.”

“You do realize that if you lose, nowhere is safe.”

“Yes, yes, it will be all tentacles and blood.”

“So let me help.”

He still shook his head. “You don’t have the battle experience,” he argued. “Look, I know you want to help, but you have to trust us. Trust me.”

You closed your eyes. Should I go anyway? No, let's be real. I can't fight. I can barely defend myself. Opening your eyes, you met his gaze. “All right. I won’t join you. But you better return.”

“Of course, darling.” He brought you in for a soft kiss on your forehead. “We still haven’t consummated our relationship, after all.”

“Astarion!”

He chuckled before gazing at you with adoring eyes. “My heart.”

Damn him and his charm. You couldn’t resist. You pressed your forehead against his. “My star.”

“You’ll be here when I return, right?” His voice sounded confident, but you could feel apprehension in your touch.

“Of course. I’d never leave you alone.”

He smiled and let out a small sigh of relief, nearly imperceivable if you weren’t also sensing it. “I’ll hold you to that,” he whispered.

***

While he was loath to leave his lovely witch, Astarion had to test her mental state. Once she was sleeping soundly, he pulled away from her, keeping a bit of distance as he watched her sleep. 

She frowned and shuddered, but she didn't curl into a ball. Her body tensed for a few moments, but then relaxed again. 

She wasn't entirely lying, I suppose. 

He lay back down next to her and watched her breathing for a little while longer before he went back to his trance state. 

***

Your companions left, armed to the teeth, ready to face their destiny. They told you to lock the room and hide along with Shadowheart’s parents. You nodded, told them you’d defend them if push came to shove, and sent them on their way.

The sounds of the battle raged around the city, but you stayed inside as they told you, your dagger on your belt. Arnell stayed alert, watching for any intruders, while Emmeline rested quietly.

Your seal suddenly began to pulse hard as you were kneeling in front of the fireplace, mending a pile of clothes. Heading to a window, you peered outside. The mind flayers were being pushed back, felled by anyone with a weapon. In the distance, out above the upper city, you saw the Netherbrain shudder and begin to veer toward the river. 

You closed your eyes and focused on its trajectory. 

Where are my friends? 

In your mind's eyes, you could see a spectrum of colored strands leading towards the docks.

You quickly grabbed your pack and stuffed it full of healing potions. Telling Shadowheart’s parents that you were headed out, you ran outside, dodging all the chaos and mayhem. When you finally reached the docks, you could see your friends standing at the end of one of them, the impact from the Netherbrain causing impressive waves. 

You started to call out to them, but stopped when you saw a mind flayer with them. Quietly, you walked up to them to listen. By context, you figured out that the mind flayer was, in fact, Prince Orpheus! You heard Lae’zel take on the duties of leading the rebellion, heard the prince argue for his own death by her hand.

“...Give me my freedom from this form, release my soul to the Astral Seas while I still have one to call my own.”

Lae'zel held Orpheus’ dagger, her expression sad, yet determined. 

“Wait!” you cried out, surprising the group with your presence. “There has to be another way.”

“I won’t become ghaik!” Orpheus declared emphatically.

 Lae’zel turned her gaze at you, her emotions complicated.

You came closer to him and gently reached out to touch his hand. The screaming inside of his mind was piercing, making your temples pound. How was he withstanding this? And yet…

Through the screaming, you could hear a pattern. You hummed a simple tune, countering the high pitched wails with a low harmony that balanced the sound.

Orpheus stared at you. “How are you doing that?”

“What is she doing?” Lae’zel asked.

“The screams… are quieter,” he said in astonishment.

“You may not be able to return to your people,” you said carefully. “But don’t you want to see this to the end? Don’t you want to witness their return?” You came close and knelt down to look Orpheus in the eyes. “Don’t you want to be there to provide guidance if they ask for it?”

He closed his eyes and bowed his head, deep in thought. 

“I can teach you this song, to subdue the screams,” you added. You hummed it again, a simple set of notes that he easily followed.

After a few minutes, he quietly spoke. “Perhaps you are right. I may not be the one to lead my people, but I can still bear witness to their glory.” He stood. “I shall find a place for myself in a corner of these realms, for even in darkness, the stars of Tu’narath will shine upon me.”

Prince Orpheus turned to leave, but he looked back at everyone. “You have all been worthy allies.” He nodded his head at you specifically. “I will take your words and your song with me.”

You watched him walk away, hoping that he would eventually find a path forward that would lead him back to his people. Lae'zel called for the red dragons, and as she mounted one of them, she looked at everyone in turn, her eyes finally resting on you. 

“I will not forget our time together. I have learned much, and will use our experience in the future.” She was silently pensive for a moment before she continued. “I am grateful. And I will miss all of you.”

She flew away, a new mission, a new journey across the planes. Your seal tingled in time with the beat of the dragon's wings. 

We'll see each other again, surely. 

As you turned back to the others, you noticed that Karlach had backed away from the group, and was now kneeling at the end of the docks, staring out into the water, clutching a hand to her heart. She was clearly in pain, and the flames around her were growing bigger with each passing moment.

“Karlach!”

You ran to her, touching her arm. The infernal fire was burning hotter and hotter, and you pulled your hand away from her skin with a hiss of pain.

“I can’t… I can’t go back…”

“But you’ll die!” Wyll said, who had joined you, kneeling beside her.

The smile she gave absolutely broke your heart. “I’d rather die free than be trapped in Avernus again.”

No! You reached out and placed your hand over her heart. “I can’t… I can’t let you die!” you cried out desperately.

Taking a deep breath, you sang. Cages of metal, chains of mithril, lining of ice, shields of cold, you sang and sang as your magic reinforced the insulating chamber that Dammon had made, becoming a self-cooling object, powered by the very infernal heat it produced. Closing the loop on the magic rune, you finished the song with hardly a breath left in your lungs.

“It… it worked!” Karlach looked at you in awe. “I think you fixed it!”

You shook your head. “Only for now. The rune will have to be renewed at some point, but I poured a lot of energy into it, and it feeds off itself to some extent.” On shaky legs, you slowly stood. “You’ll have to find something more permanent some day.”

“Still, that’s better than—” she stopped. “You don't look good.”

Your heart was beating fast, and you felt faint. Taking a few steps back, you bumped into Astarion, who stepped around you so he could look at your face.

“Darling?”

“I’m fine—” 

Your seal burned hotter than it ever had before. You fell to your hands and knees and screamed in pain. You reached for your back and tore at your shirt, exposing your seal to the cool air. It didn’t help much.

Astarion tried to touch your back, but he pulled his hand away quickly, his skin smoking.

“What… what is happening?” you cried. You felt as if your skin was being sloughed off, the burning sensation spreading from your seal to the rest of your body.

“Your seal is cracking,” he said. Astarion tried once again to touch you, but his hand burned with the effort.

“Don’t touch me!” you yelled. “You’ll only hurt yourself!”

He pulled away, fear in his eyes. Fear for you. Then he frowned and turned to the others. “Help her, dammit!”

Everyone else had gathered, trying to figure out how to help. Shadowheart tried all kinds of healing spells, but none of them worked.

Finally, finally, the pain began to wane and you could breathe again. You slowly stood up, and everyone stared at you in awe.

You looked down at yourself. Your clothes were burned at the fringes, your skin the same golden hue as when you had transformed. Your hair had burned away the ribbon that had held up your loose bun, so it flowed around you like flickering flames, the color of the setting sun.

“Are my eyes glowing?” you asked, and you were shocked to hear the sound of your own voice. It was as if it was inherently more melodic, like three layers of your voice coalescing to one.

You felt… powerful. You looked out at the horizon, the sun beginning to set, and felt like a new beginning was in store for you. The seal was gone, that tingle that used to be only on your back was now coursing throughout your entire body. The power…

Wait. The sun.

You quickly turned to Astarion and grabbed his face.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his eyes wide in surprise.

“I… I can protect you from the sun.” You began to sing, almost desperately, the words coming to your mind quicker than you could get them out of your mouth.

A silver web began to form around Astarion, and slowly, each section of the web filled in with a bluish-silver film. Each lyric filled in another section, but there were so many, so very many…

A loud thunderclap went off near you, but you didn’t look. You were so focused on weaving your spell that you didn’t realize anything was happening until you were yanked away from him, as if an invisible hand had grabbed you and flung you out toward the sea.

***

It all happened like a flash of lightning. She was here. She was just here. And then she was torn away from him, thrown over the dock, over everyone’s heads, and into the sea. But there was no splash. Only a strange portal closing so suddenly that there was no chance of anyone following.

Everyone else was calling out her name, as if she would re-appear, just like that, and tell them all, just kidding, it was a joke.

Astarion fell to his knees. He felt so, so numb.

Somewhere, far away, he could hear people yelling at him to get up, to get away from the dock. He felt Karlach picking him up and dragging him away, felt Shadowheart healing his wounds (I’m wounded?), saw Gale cast Darkness above him as they took him inside the closest building to hide him from the damned sun.

But it all seemed so far, far away.

***

“He’s in shock.”

“No shit.”

“I don’t blame him. I can’t believe she just… disappeared.”

“Astarion. Astarion!”

A slap to his face didn’t seem to work. A second one did. He stared at Shadowheart, who had grabbed him by the collar, her hand raised to slap him once more. 

He pushed her away. “Enough!”

Shadowheart stepped back gracefully, and glared down at him. “Are you back?”

Letting out a tired breath, Astarion nodded before leaning his head against the wall. He looked at the others from his seated position and realized that they had taken him somewhere dark, with no windows. “...Thank you.”

Gale patted his shoulder, and while he’d normally be annoyed, he didn’t have the energy. He even felt… a bit appreciative? 

Gods, she’s gone.

A wave of despair crashed over him, but he pushed it aside. Hope was not yet lost. “So how do we find her?”

Everyone was deep in thought.

Jaheira and Halsin looked at each other for a moment, and Astarion immediately caught their glances. “What is it?”

“We need to go back outside to make sure. We’ll be back,” Jaheira said before she and Halsin walked away.

Minutes felt like hours, but they returned soon enough.

“We think we know where she is,” Halsin said. He paused, glancing at Jaheira.

Astarion stood straighter. “Well? Spit it out.”

He sighed. “She's probably in the Feywild.”

No one said a word for a few moments as they chewed on the theory.

“Most fey crossroads malfunctioned after the Spellplague,” Gale muttered. “How was there one here in a major city, unbroken?”

Jaheira shrugged. “Sometimes one will appear and reappear in relation to some kind of cycle. This crossroad was probably one of those. Probably.”

“Probably?” Astarion asked incredulously. 

Halsin nodded. “Given that we don’t know how to access it nor where it leads, we should wait for her to return.”

“Or we can search for another fey crossing somewhere and look for her,” Karlach said.

Both druids shook their heads.

“That is not a good idea,” Halsin replied. “It is easy to lose your way and never return. And time works differently there. You could enter for only a few minutes and come out a year later. Or worse.”

“You could miss each other by weeks, or decades,” Jaheira added. “I agree with Halsin. Better that one party stays in a stable location instead of two parties trying to circle around the Feywild looking for each other.”

Astarion could hear the logic in their words, see the reason in their conclusion. But he felt lost.

Shadowheart patted his shoulder. “She’ll find her way back. After all, she still needs to feed you.”

He looked at her. “So am I supposed to just sit around and wait for her?”

“Pretty much, yes.”

Hanging his head between his knees, he shut his eyes and willed himself not to panic. Who knows when she’ll be back. If she’ll be back.

“There’ll be plenty to do around the Gate,” Wyll said. “And those spawn you released may need some guidance.”

“He’s right. Do something nice, impress her when she returns,” Karlach said, giving him a light punch.

“Don’t you believe in her?” Shadowheart asked, daring him to say otherwise.

A small smile tugged on the corner of his lips. Of course she’ll come back. She wouldn’t leave me alone. She promised. Through the despair, he felt a glimmer of hope. 

Perhaps I could do something while I wait.

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Act III, Chapter 4 End notes: Oh snap, did any of you expect that? Did I surprise any of you with that twist? Or did you see it coming a mile away? Let me know in the comments what you think happened to her!

Tags List: @numblytemporary @xalphafox @avitute @stormyjane7 @kmoon21

#bg3 #astarion #astarion x f!reader #baldur's gate 3 #writing #bg3 fanfic #female reader #bg3 spoilers #your hearth is my home

[theprodigypenguin]

what are your favorite monkey d dragon headcannons?

Omg this is the best ask I've gotten in months, thank you anon.

He ate a wind logia fruit. One of the abilities he has from this is that he can hear people's voices from long distances if they're outside, and can even hear them breathing [on the battlefield he can hear when comrades stop breathing]. He can also aid people who are having trouble breathing [ex. can help Sabo breathe through panic attacks, etc].

Never had much taste for fighting or violence but trained because of Garp. The sounds of war give him migraines and frequent nightmares. Is a very gentle person in reality.

A part of him regrets bringing Sabo into the army at such a young, vulnerable age, but it's Sabo choice what he wants to do with his life and Dragon doesn't want to interfere with that freedom.

Carries immense shame, even for things he had no control over [ex. Ohara].

He and Kuma used to have discussions about their kids, which is why Kuma knew about Luffy while Iva didn't.

If he's eating with Sabo he always makes a point of never finishing his plate, offering some to Sabo claiming he can't finish (because Sabo has an impressive appetite and is a growing boy and Dragon is a caring dad before anything else and wants to make sure his dumb kid is eating properly). He only does this with Sabo (but he'd also do this with Luffy).

Despite having a child and having a hand in raising Sabo he does not consider himself to be a father (this plays into his internal shame, feeling he doesn't deserve that role or isn't made for that role).

Has all three forms of haki.

He does drink alcohol, but not very often, and in very small amounts (doesn't really care for it and doesn't like being inebriated).

He has an unexpectedly good singing voice (lullaby material bye).

Very very VERY protective of his people, but hold back because he doesn't want to stifle them or seem overbearing and knows they can take care of themselves (but mark my words he would snap someone's neck if they looked at Koala the wrong way or rip their spine out if they said something bad about Sabo).

He loves Luffy more than anything else, full stop.

#one piece #monkey d dragon #revolutionary army #monkey d. dragon #headcanon #headcanons #prodi answers asks #good dad dragon

[tabibitto]

Heirs of the Moon

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CW: angst, death, betrayal, sh, drinking abuse, family disfuncion

Summary: Since the death of Crepus Ragnvindr, His two sons have all but severed ties with each other. Only speaking when they must. And neither brother ever fails to remind the other of the reason why. However strong their hatred for each other, they never managed to show such disdain towards their little sister. But perhaps hate would have been kinder then neglect.

Note: This Story is Built on the Theory of Pierro being Kaeya's father, and the Tsaritsa collecting the gnosises to rebel against celestia

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Prolouge: Winds of Winter

Nothing fucks you harder then time.

A thing I've learned over the years, vile but truer then the words of God. Through this, i have also been taught to never forget who I am.

The world certainly didn't. I was foolish to believe that having a family could have erased who I was taught to be. Or the burdens drilled into us from a young age.

Kaeya did, perhaps he thought pushing me away would have fixed it. Would have kept me safe from the scorching flames he was forced to bare, visionless and scared. Hands shaking as he struggled to keep up with such a heavy and hot weapon.

Such a sight it was. And at times, as I lay awake at night do I remember the event and wonder If my decisions could have made it better

If i tried harder, If i listened more, If i went away when asked and came back when I thought it was right

Engage in conversation but don't be overbearing, listen but don't be quiet. Know when to speak and when not to.

Could it have been possible to say the right thing to someone whom you have no ties with. Bring back a lie and make it a truth.

I've asked myself time and time again. Impossible for a 15 year old to run in and save a man from a full grown Dragon. But perhaps If i tried I could have a brother, maybe two...

No, Kaeya was never to last as my brother. The stupid idiot was too nice to ever keep his mouth shut, he cared about Diluc too much to keep lying to him, to himself.

And I cared too much about our family to tell them.

Now, As I stand in front of hundreds, commanding thousands. Perhaps then would they acknowledge me. Maybe not as Y/N Ragnvindr Or Y/N Albrich. But Y/N, Queen Regent of Khaenri'ah, The 6th Harbinger of the Tsaritsa. A Revolutionist. A Rebel to our world's order.

"Power resides where men believe it resides. It's a trick, a shadow on the wall. And, a very small man can cast a very large shadow." I smiled at my father, jerking my head a little to the side in agreement to his statement.

"Or woman. Your son was never either small nor big enough to cast a shadow large enough to trick anyone. The poor boy has run from the truth of it his whole life. He believes himself a Mondstater." I scoffed, rolling my eyes at such foolishness.

To my surprise, father didn't seem to agree. Infact his chuckle of amusement seemed directed at me then the Calvary Captain in discussion.

"What's so funny?" I asked, placing down my coffee in a tea cup. I was never much of a tea lover like everyone in Mondstat growing up, and in Scheznaya everyone seemed to love their fire-water. I never understood it. Under the influence, no mortal is capable of keeping their mouths shut or wits intact. Doesn't quite make for being in control of yourself does it

"You say that about Kaeya, and yet I have a feeling you're quite infatuated with the place yourself..or should I say the people?" He smirked, and i glared at it.

"Don't be foolish, they mean nothing to me. Simple stepping stones to greatness—one that I will bring our great house of Albrich. Not Kaeya, me!"

I hunched over the chair, hands gripping the arm rests so hard my knuckles turned white. Eyes gleaming with righteousness, madness and excitement all at once.

To rule absolutely and fairly over a people. A great nation that rose itself up from nothing without assistance from Gods, and became strong enough to rival them.

Oh how it made my heart race and knees tingle. Down right arousal at the thought poured over my cheshire grin that extended from ear to ear

"Then If i asked you to bring me the Ragnvindr's head, or even your brother's if need be. God's forbid. Would you?" His head dipped towards me, awaiting my answer almost as eagerly as I seemed towards the thought of being Queen.

My grin dropped as quickly as the snap of a finger. But my resolve didn't. I pursed my lips and my eyes widened in unwavering confidence.

Finally, the question that had haunted my mind. Again and again like waves. Time and time again as I looked at either brother from a distance, watched them smile and chuckle with other people and never at each other. And yet, that hateful look was what i desired more then anything, anything over not being given so much as a distasteful glance.

A question that I inevitably knew would be thrown at my feet, finally brought to my attention. At long last, I can put the thought to rest.

"With pleasure."

#genshin fic #genshin impact #genshin impact fanfic #genshin x y/n #diluc #diluc ragnivindr x reader #genshin x you #diluc x reader #genshin impact kaeya #kaeya x you #kaeya alberich #kaeya x reader #fatui harbingers #diluc x fatui #fatui pierro #tartaglia x reader #genshin angst #angst no comfort #probably no happy ending #diluc angst #kaeya angst #kaeya fluff #diluc fluff #childe smut #childe fluff #childe x reader

[mini-kunoichi]

One Chance, pt.2

I wanted to add a little more to this before posting it, but I'll be busy for the next few weeks and I didn't want to leave y'all hanging. One of these days, I'll come up with my own header/line breaks. Just not anytime soon.

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Pairing: Daemon x OC

Summary: What happens when you put Daemon and Addie together? Peak Youngest Sibling Energy, apparently.

Warning: swearing, hints at parental abuse, Daemon being a menace.

Many thanks to @em-writes-stuff-sometimes for beta reading and translating the High Valerian for my lazy ass.

Part 1 Here; Read on AO3

Daemon waited a few days before bringing up the idea of Adelayde staying at the Red Keep for the duration of their courtship. He would stroll the gardens with her every afternoon, and it quickly became the highlight of his days. Despite her family being only slightly above Small Folk, the lady proved herself to be intelligent and quick-witted. Once Daemon was sure he wanted to continue the courtship, it was time to put his plan into motion.

It didn’t take much to convince Adelayde’s parents to have her stay. Her father was too ambitious to decline and her mother seemed intent on pushing her daughter on him. His brother was harder, but not by much. Once he was able to speak to Viserys privately (and therefore openly) about his reasoning, his brother did not put up too much of a fuss. In fact, he seemed to think it was a lovely idea. Though he did make Daemon promise to “do things properly.” The Queen and her cunt of a father objected on behalf of “propriety” or whatever-the-fuck, but Daemon didn’t really care about them. 

The hardest person to convince was, surprisingly, Adelayde herself. When Daemon brought it up to her, she suddenly became agitated. 

He was leaning against a wall in the garden, arms crossed, watching her pace and wring her hands.

“I don’t see the issue,” he said eventually. “You will have a much more comfortable life here. You can have a life away from your parents.”

Daemon really didn’t like Lord and Lady Mullendore. They were both overbearing, though in very different ways. He had already suffered through a handful of dinners with them. Adelayde was such a different person when her parents were around; meek, quiet, and submissive. Everything he didn’t want in a wife. He would have thought she would want to be away from her parents.

“Daemon, I don’t know anyone here,” Adelayde replied.

“You know me. And Rhaenyra.”

“That’s not . . . that’s two people out of hundreds.” The hand-wringing got worse, and Daemon pushed himself off of the wall to take her hands in his own. She started to shift from foot to foot instead. It was annoying, but not as self-destructive.

“You will flourish here. I know you will. Especially without your family holding you back.” He had learned early on that honesty fostered honesty with Adelayde. Though how she always knew whether or not he was being honest was currently lost on him. 

“My family doesn’t hold me back,” she replied with a frown.

“Well, your parents sure as fuck do.” Her frown deepened, but she didn’t reply. She knew he was right.

“Does not knowing anyone in King’s Landing really bother you that much?” he asked.

Adelayde let out a resigned sigh before saying, “I suppose I should be used to solitude by now.”

“So there should be no problem, then.”

“The place was familiar, though. I had my brothers. And a cousin.”

“I will keep you company,” Daemon said confidently. 

It wouldn’t be too much trouble, he figured. They’d had interesting conversations thus far, and she’d even asked him to teach her High Valyrian. Lessons would surely take up much of her time. But instead of happily agreeing (as most maidens would), Adelayde’s nose scrunched in distaste.

“Surely we would get sick of each other.”

Nonsense. No one ever got sick of Daemon Targaryen. Though, he supposed he might become sick of seeing her. Right now, Addie was like a shiny new toy, and he did have a habit of tiring of his paramours rather quickly.

“Well, I’m sure you can find a way to occupy yourself,” he replied eventually.

“Yes,” she agreed. “I suppose I can spend time in the library when you become boring.”

The nerve of this woman. 

– – – – – – – – 

In the end, it was agreed that Addie would stay at the Red Keep for the duration of their three-month courtship. After that period, her return to the Uplands would be decided based on if and when a wedding would take place.

She was moved to more permanent (and lavish) quarters and assigned handmaids who tended to everything from dressing her to serving her meals and preparing baths. She found it discomfiting. 

Being from a minor house, Addie was not used to having such attention. Sure, her father employed cooks, housekeepers, and the like, but nothing as elaborate as handmaids. They were surprisingly understanding, however, and mostly kept to themselves when not performing their duties. One of them even took it upon herself to acquire thread, cloth, and needles so that Addie could work on embroidery.

The little bluejay visited a few more times. No one ever acknowledged the bird and it never sang, so she ignored it each time.

Now that she had been moved to a new room, her father insisted that they break their fast as a family every morning. He always insisted she dismiss her handmaids so that they could “talk as a family.” It was the worst part of the day.

“You will not fuck this up for me,” her father growled, the same as every other morning.

“I won’t, Father,” Addie replied the same as every other morning.

“You’d better not,” he continued. “My place at court depends on this match. If he finds out you’re fucked in the head, he’ll reject you and it’ll all go to shit.”

I am not ‘fucked in the head’, she thought to herself bitterly, though she didn’t dare say anything out loud. Such defiance had major consequences. 

She was saved from having to respond when her mother spoke up.

“Addie is a clever girl. She has navigated court politics quite well thus far. And the Prince seems taken with her.”

“I didn’t ask for your fucking opinion,” he spat. “Speak out of turn again and there will be consequences.”

The rest of the meal was eaten in tense silence.

— — — — — —

Addie was uncharacteristically reserved in the days leading up to her parent’s departure. Daemon still had certain duties with the city watch and Rhaenyra had taken it upon herself to entertain her, which he appreciated. 

It was kind of the Princess, but the two did not really have much in common. Rhaenyra enjoyed the many forms of hunting; and while Addie was perfectly happy to visit the hawks, hounds, and horses used in such activities, she disliked the killing of animals. Rhaenyra’s assurance that the meat would be used in the kitchens made her feel only slightly better.

— — — — — — — 

Daemon took it upon himself to tutor his potential bride in High Valyrian. Partly because the palace tutor had decided she was “too simple for such a task,” (where he’d gotten such an idea was beyond Daemon’s comprehension) but mostly because he wanted to spend more time with her.

Adelayde was a surprisingly quick study. And Daemon was a surprisingly good teacher. The only problem was their motivations; Addie intended to learn and Daemon intended to flirt.

This led to the woman’s never-ending frustrations and the prince’s never-ending amusement. 

“Would you get your hand off my leg?” she hissed through her teeth.

“Whatever for?” Daemon asked innocently.

“I am trying to learn.” She smacked his hand off of her thigh, but he quickly replaced it.

“Say it in High Valyrian and I’ll consider it,” he replied with a smirk.

 “Aōhi ondos hen ñuha pore ondurās.”

“Close. Kirimvose, aōhi ondos hen ñuha pore nādīnās. Manners go a long way, you know.”

Addie’s eyebrows pinched slightly as she processed the sentence. It’s rather cute. Not that he’d admit that out loud.

“What does ‘kirimvose’ mean again?” she asked eventually.

He answered with a smirk and she smacked him on the chest with the back of her hand. Addie had taken to delivering light swats or kicks when provoked—as long as they were alone, that is. Daemon understood the importance of appearance within the court and society, but he appreciated that she had become comfortable enough to treat him as an equal. He once asked her if she treated her own brothers with “such brutality” and she replied that she did not. She hit them harder.

“I’m not saying please when I’ve already asked you several times,” she stated primly.

Daemon compromised by scooting his chair closer to hers and draped his arm over the back of her chair. Addie shot him an annoyed look that made her look a little bit like her mother. She opened her mouth to make a smart retort when they were interrupted.

“I believe the lady has asked to not be touched,” came the cold voice of Criston Cole, their assigned chaperone for the afternoon. He had been the one to chaperone them a lot lately, probably instructed to spy on them by either the Queen or the Hand.

Addie turned to look at him, gave him one of the most judgemental and condescending once-overs that Daemon had ever seen, and replied, “I am perfectly capable of handling myself, Ser Criston.”

The knight hung his head and mumbled an apology, thoroughly humbled. Once Addie’s attention was back on the books, Daemon shot the knight a haughty smirk.

#daemon targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd #daemon x oc #daemon targareyn x oc #hotd fanfiction #hotd fanfic

[kessyathena]

Kessy's Recommendations

A little while ago a friend who's into Little Witch Academia asked for recommendations and I immediately suggested Magic User's Club. It's one of my go to's and a great show, but it's pretty obscure these days. That got me to thinking about all the other great OVA's I've seen that everyone's forgotten. So here's a selection of my favorites from the golden age of OVA's (1980's -2000's). If you're looking for a thread that connects these, my personal tastes run to character driven stories. I've tried to emphasize titles that are easy to access, mostly ones that are free on Youtube.

Assemble Insert: 1989, 2 eps.

comedy, superhero, idol, mad scientist, police

The city is being overrun by a mad scientist and his mecha equipped gang, so what's the overworked underpaid police force to do? Obviously, hold a competition for the next big idol! Err, I mean superhero to save the city. Wait, is there a difference? Maron really wants to know, since she's the (un?)fortunate winner of the competition.

All Purpose Cultural Catgirl Nuku Nuku (Bannou Bunka Neko-Musume): 1992, 6 eps.

comedy, catgirl (sort of), android, superpower, evil corporation

Ryuunosuke just wanted a pet, so when the minions of his overbearing mother accidentally kill the stray kitten he'd picked up his father does the only sensible thing: transplant the cat's brain into the experimental android body he's got in the back seat of the car. Ryuunosuke's new "big sister" is cheerful, energetic, able to bend steel beams with her bare hands, and overly fond of fish and sunbeams.

Nuku Nuku got a TV reboot and a second unrelated OVA called Nuku Nuku Dash, but the original OVA is definitely the best version.

Dragon Half: 1993, 2 eps.

comedy, fantasy world, WTF am I watching?, dragon girl

Mink is the child of a dragon mother and a human father. (Don't think about it too much.) Her father was formerly the champion of the evil king, who still bears a grudge. So there are evil minions, a guy named Dick Saucer who can't decide if he's a singer or a swordsman, a princess who's half slime, the finger water squirter of DOOM, and Beethoven! Don't wait for it to make sense, just enjoy the ride.

Plastic Little: 1994, 1 ep.

action, scifi, space opera, fanservice, yuri subtext

Tita and her galant crew make a living in the pet shop trade, capturing exotic animals in their planet's ocean of clouds for export. One day Tita runs into a beautiful young woman being pursued by a group of uniformed goons. Impulsively deciding to help the stranger, Tita and her crew are drawn into a military conspiracy to wreak havoc on the colony. Naturally, there's a caped villain, high speed chases, battleships, and ridiculously unsafe walkways over a vast chasm.

Elf Princess Rane (Yousei Hime Ren): 1995, 2 eps.

comedy, WTF am I watching?, magic, yuri subtext, idiot protagonist

Well, there is a plot to this one, but describing it would take too long, make no sense, and miss the point. Rane is a frenetically paced, gag after gag wild romp into hilarity and the absurd. There are fairies from another dimension who only speak an unintelligible language, a scheming corporation, a large group of identical sisters, and a protagonist so obsessed with treasure hunting he sees it everywhere to the point of being oblivious to what's in front of his nose.

Magic User's Club (Mahoutsukai Tai!): 1996, 6 eps.

comedy, romance, school life, alien invaders, magic, unrequited love, yaoi

The Earth has been invaded by aliens! However, the aliens are content to sit in their giant spaceship while observing humanity with robotic probes. So when Sawanoguchi Sae joins her school's club of neophyte magic users and the club president declares that they're going to defeat the aliens with magic, she's nothing but enthusiastic. And a massive klutz. What hope do they have considering that the rest of the club consists of Sae's best friend who only joined for Sae's sake, a vice president whose main interest is his crush on the president, and a freshman who frequently skips club activities to go on dates?

There is also a very good 13 episode TV series which is a direct continuation of the OVA featuring the same cast and hijinks but with a change in tone, not the least because the aliens are gone.

Birdy the Mighty (Tetsuwan Birdy): 1996, 4 eps.

action, school life, undercover aliens, conspiracy, gender bender, body sharing

Tsutomu is your average school kid out for a stroll one evening when he runs into a man running for his life from… something. The man turns out to be an alien in disguise and the something, well let's just say it radically changes Tsutomu's life as he's drawn into a conspiracy involving interplanetary criminals. A Federation Officer named Birdy Cephon shows up, but due to reasons he winds up having to share his body with her.

The series got a TV reboot called Birdy the Mighty: Decode. In my opinion, the original OVA is better.

R.O.D: Read or Die: 2001, 3 eps.

action, superpowers, secret agent, yuri subtext

Yomiko Readman is your average substitute teacher… Okay, no she isn't. She's absolutely obsessed with reading: her home is filled with stacks of books. She also has the ability to manipulate paper in any way she wishes, turning ordinary stationary into shields, weapons, giant flying paper airplanes, and so on. And she has a side job as a secret agent. So when a group of superpowered villains threatens the world, agent "The Paper" swings into action. Immediately after one of the bad guys steals her book!

ROD also has a TV series that has the same setting but completely new characters and plotline. The connections to the original OVA only gradually become apparent.

Murder Princess: 2007, 6 eps.

action, fantasy world, action girl, body swap, yuri subtext, lost technology

Alita and Faris are from such different backgrounds that you'd never expect them to meet. Alita is the princess of the kingdom of Forland and has lived a sheltered life in the capital. Faris is from a tragic background and survives on her wits and her skill with a sword as a bounty hunter. However, one night there is a palace coup and Alita is forced to flee for her life into the dark and dangerous Ellend forest, where Faris is hunting monsters for the price on their heads. The two literally run into each other and straight off a cliff. During the fall, the shared near death experience causes them to switch bodies. They're forced to reluctantly team up to defeat the coup and uncover the forces behind it.

Electromagnetic Girlfriend (Denpa-teki na Kanojo): 2009, 2 eps.

drama, mystery, romance

(Note: "Denpa" literally means "electromagnetic wave," but is colloquially used to mean "crazy" in much the same sense as "tin foil hat.")

Juuzawa Juu is a high school delinquent. One day a girl he's never met comes up to him and declares that he is a reincarnated king and she is his servant and knight. Despite Juu's best efforts to get rid of her, she continually follows him around. As if this wasn't enough, there's a serial killer stalking the town, and Juu suddenly finds himself caught up in the case when he's the one to find the body of the latest victim: one of his own classmates.

#anime recommendation #OVA #hidden gems #Assemble Insert #Nuku Nuku #Dragon Half #Plastic Little #Elf Princess Rane #Magic User's Club #Birdy the Mighty #R.O.D: Read or Die #Murder Princess #Electromagnetic Girlfriend #Little Witch Academia #LWA

[gothimp]

My partner and i like making adventuring parties of four together for games and writing and we just made another so here’s our current cast of blorbs

Florian aka Knight: raised as the first son of a cult leader claiming to be a prophet of a dead god. When his mentor discovered his father’s “ancient scripts” of the god were false, Florian’s mentor led a rebellion against the Father and Florian was forced to execute his mentor. After a different occurrence afterwards causes Florian himself to lose faith in his father, he takes the helmet of his dead mentor to hide his face and flees the wreckage of his former home to travel the land as a champion of justice in an attempt to balance out the evil wrought by his father, going only by the name Knight. (Human male paladin)

Buttercup: the rainbow baby of a loving halfling couple, Buttercup has been told her whole life she is kissed by Tymora, as seen in her bright white hair like Tymora’s often favored halfling form. Buttercup spends her time teaching self care to the people of her town and is renowned for her healing meditations and kindness. (Halfling female monk)

Dominic/Domino: Ran away as a boy to escape his overbearing mother and joined the traveling circus where he learned all manners of tricks and ways to survive. Runs fortune telling tables and magic tricks in taverns and has a familiar named Bijou that frequently takes the form of a white dove or bunny and is trained to nick anything shiny. (Halfling male wizard)

Ruby: Princess of a neighboring kingdom who was kidnapped by a dragon during a festival for wearing jewels that had previously been recovered from the dragon’s hoard by an adventuring party. (Human female noble)

#nes ocs #buttercup also calls dominic ‘knickers’ #i just wanted to get them all in one post

[catofadifferentcolor]

Terrible Fic Ideas #23: LotR, but make it Third Age!Legolas

Since I had such a fun time coming up with my First Age and Second Age Legolas headcanons, I found myself wondering if I could come up with something different for a Legolas born in the Third Age. Specifically, by making him the youngest elf in all of Middle Earth.

Just imagine it:

As I love the idea Oropher, his wife, and Thranduil were apprentices of Melian before the Fall of Doriath, as well as the idea of Celeborn’s mother being Oropher’s sister, that remains the same as in my First Age and Second Age headcanons.

Though it would perhaps make more sense to make Legolas' mother a Silvan elf here as well, for some reason I became really attached to the idea that his mother is Celebrían's twin sister. This makes Galadriel and Celeborn Legolas' maternal grandparents; Elladan, Elrohir, and Arwen his first cousins; and Elrond his uncle by marriage.

I also want to give him one much older, somewhat overbearing sister here - maybe a half-sister born early in the Second Age from his father's first marriage; maybe a full sister born between 130 and 241 TA, putting her of age with their half-elven cousins. Either way, old enough to have a Silvan elf spouse and children of her own by the time her brother comes along.

Though most fic puts Legolas as being born sometime in the first 1000 years or so of the Third Age, here I want him to be born no earlier than 2918 TA. He was a surprise to both his parents, and continues the trend in nearly everything he does.

This would have made Legolas roughly 23 years old when the Battle of Five Armies broke out. This is absurdly young for an elf - and Thranduil is correspondingly the most overprotective father you can imagine. When The Company of Thorin Oakenshield appears to attack a gathering baby!Legolas is meant to be attending, he throws them in the dungeons first and asks questions never. Even his wife and daughter, who are marginally less overprotective messes, are hard put to argue against it. Elves love children after all.

That the dwarves would risk waking a dragon in the near vicinity of his practically infant son doesn't endear them to Thranduil at all. For decades afterward Thranduil believes that the dwarves chose to reclaim Erebor when they did to force his hand, knowing that he would have no choice but to fight the dragon if it came to it - if only to allow time for baby!Legolas to be spirited away.

(Actually, Thranduil as a doting and somewhat overprotective father is easily half this fic.)

Legolas is just barely of age when the Council of Elrond comes around, and honestly running a message to his uncle and spending some time in Rivendell seems like a perfectly safe mission that allows Legolas some freedom without being dangerous even to Thranduil.

Naturally, Thranduil is less than pleased when he learns Elrond let his barely legal son go off on a road trip to Mordor.

As for Legolas, he is as sheltered as one can be spending half his life fighting spiders in Mirkwood and has little to no experience with dwarves, men, hobbits, or even elves of other kingdoms. His arc through LotR is very much a coming of age story and all that implies.

This Legolas is young, somewhat reckless, and lacking the polish of older elves. He also has all of his relations wrapped around his little finger - the natural result of being the baby of the family - and so while Elrond and Galadriel really, really want to pack him up and ship him home to his father, Legolas manages to talk them out of it.

The relationship between Legolas and Gimli develops much along the line their friendship does in the books - perhaps even faster, after Grandma Galadriel seems to give her blessing in Lothlórian. Somewhere between Helm's Deep and Pelennor Fields they find themselves elf married - not that Gimli realizes it, and there's a lot of angst on his part wondering if his One intends to end the relationship when the Fellowship dissolves; this only ends when Legolas reintroduces Gimli to his grandparents as his husband when they come to Minas Tirith for Arwen and Aragorn's wedding.

Thranduil is torn between being happy his son is happy and being devastated his little boy will soon be leaving Arda or else descend into mortal grief.

Bonuses include 1) Legolas making a face every time someone mentions how beautiful Galadriel is because, while true, she's still his grandmother; 2) Aragorn and Legolas as childhood playmates, or at least close enough to it in age for them to be thrust together once if Thranduil ever visited Rivendell; 3) Everyone in the Fellowship but Aragorn and Gandalf assuming that because Legolas is an elf he must be thousands of years old and very wise.

And that's all I've got, now that I've finally exhausted my possible Legolas headcanons. As always, feel free to adopt this plot bunny, just link back if you ever do anything with it.

Other Legolas Headcanons: First Age | Second Age | Third Age | Half-Maia | Half-Elven

More Terrible Fic Ideas

#plot bunny #fic ideas #lotr #the lord of the rings #lord of the rings #tolkien #the hobbit #legolas #legolas x gimli #thranduil #legolas headcanon #lotr headcanons #the hobbit headcanons #tolkien headcanons

[ashley-jones]

To Which You Crave

Aemond Targaryen x Married Sister OC x Alys Rivers

OC Name: Visella Targaryen

It is our fate, I think, to crave what is given to others. If one posseses a thing, the other will take it away. - Helaena Targaryen

From the moment she was born into this world as the youngest child of King Viserys the Peaceful and Queen consort Alicent Hightower, that she would be queen. She married her oldest brother Aegon Targaryen, the favorite but useless spoiled rotten boy. She gave birth to two very healthy pureblooded Targaryen boys, each looking like her and Aegon. She did the unspeakable, something men haven’t been able to do in thousands of years, tamed one of the untamable dragons, the most dangerous and most powerful dragon, Cannibal at only the age of 6. It was a mistake, her and Aemond had just gone for a morning walk like they did every morning, to which she had borrowed Sunfyre for a ride due to Aegon never taking him out. While resting she had entered a passage that led her straight into the cannibal’s trap of corpses. 

His deathly green eyes had sat on her the moment she entered his territory, standing to his larger, overbearing monstrous height. His head reminded her of Balerion, the black dread’s skull that sits in King's Landing. He looked so much larger than Vaghar, her great aunt Leana’s dragon. He let out a loud roar that shook the ground and the skies. Her long white hair blew back behind her ruining the once perfect braid. Aemond had frozen about 30 feet behind her, unable to yell for his sister as she looked up at the dragon with pure amazement. A ball of fire could be seen filling the dragon’s throat, and as the flames were seconds from hitting her, the dragon stopped. She was smiling, her young childish features had turned to a beautiful smile staring up at him with pure amazement and giddy. The flames disappeared, slowly leaned his head down to which she reached her hand out until her tiny palm touched his snout. A deep rumbling purr escaped him, her fingers gliding along the pitch black night colored scales. “My dragon..” she whispered. 

When she turned to say something to Aemond he had disappeared, Sunfyre still standing watching her closely. “Aemond?” she called out. But nothing, he had walked away not saying anything going straight back to King's Landing. 

    When she returned home riding the black beast, all she got was stares of amazement from the handlers. Jace and Luke watched in terror, the same with Rhaenyra once the blacks realized the greens had a very strong and overpowering dragon on their side. Alicent was quick to make sure her daughter was okay, Aemond standing in the back listening to Aegon’s teasing of still not having a dragon. But Viserys congratulated her on conquesting something men haven’t been able to touch in thousands of years. 

    That was 11 years ago, when she was still young and innocent. Before she married Aegon and had children. Before her older brother Aemond lost his eye to their nephew Lucerys. Before he gained Vaghar, the second largest dragon in the world. But now she’s grown up, learned what kind of world she lives in. She’s lost count how many times she has entered her and Aegon’s chambers to find him with a whore, to which she would turn and just walk out; having come so used to the sight that it no longer bothers her. Usually when it came to this she would just take her two boys and go straight to Aemond’s room, which they seemed to much prefer over their own father. 

    “Visella, what do you think of this one?” Helaena questioned her younger sister. The younger turned her head away from the book Aemond was reading looking at the spider embroidery. “It's beautiful, sweet thing.” she softly replied. To which Helaena smiled and looked away moving onto another embroidery. Her sons were playing with two dragon figures, one of pitch black the other green and silver. Her lilac gaze moved back to the book that was still partially resting on her thigh and Aemond’s. Her gaze scanned the pages, reading over each line; but her attention would be stolen every few minutes when her boys would talk, or Helaena would ask her questions or mutter to herself. 

   

Soon the midwives came in to collect the boys to lay them down for a nap, each bowing to the three then walking out holding the boys hands. Aemond closed the boy after sliding the ribbon into place and setting it aside. Helaena stood muttering about nearly missing classes, saying her goodbyes to her younger siblings then walking out whispering to herself. Visella stood walking towards the place her sons had been playing, kneeling and beginning to pick their toys up to place them back into the basket. “Was he with another again?” Aemond questioned. “He was, yes.” she answered. She set the two dragons on top and placed the basket by the door so she would remember to grab it when leaving. “It removes his attention from me, to which I am perfectly fine with.” she simply said. Rejoining her seat on the floor, to which he had moved back to the chair, he head moved to sit against his leg. 

His hand pushed through her white hair, carefully brushing out any knots the boys had placed when messing with her hair earlier in the afternoon. Her purple haze soon turned blac as her lids closed, eyelashes grazing her cheeks. Taking care of the boys mainly by herself was exhausting. When they cried at night in the next room she was the only one to get up to handle them, Aegon muttering about the noise then just going back to sleep too drunk to care. Then she would spend the rest of her night rocking them back to forth. Aemond has actually entered the nursery once or twice to her physically rocking Rhaegal, but mentally she was asleep, mind exhausted and unconscious, but body on active mode. Hell Aegon has walked in on it as well, only to walk out calling her crazy. 

“Ziry gaomas daor gūrogon ao.” (he does not deserve you.) he muttered. “Mm Hae ao gaomagon telling nyke lēkia.” (Mm.. As you keep telling me brother..) she whispered. “Kesā sagon iā rōvēgrie dāria though mandia.” (You will be a great queen though sister.) he whispered. “Mērī sȳrkta lo nyke skoriot naejot sagon ondoso aōha paktot instead hen zirȳla.” (Only better if I were to be by your side instead of him.) he added. Slowly she lifted her head, placing her chin on his knee smiling up at him. “You would make a true king.” she whispered. She slowly stood, straightening out her gown. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. “Eman naejot jikagon ñuha jorrāelagon.” (I have to go, my love.) she whispered. Leaning down she placed her lips against his, arm tightening around her waist trying to pull her down onto him, but she pulled away before he could. She kissed his forehead, moving away smiling softly and leaving the room with the basket of toys sitting on her arm. 

Yes Visella Targaryen, the youngest daughter of Viserys Targaryen and Alicent Hightower, sister wife of Aegon ii Targaryen, mother of Rheagal and Copious Targaryen, and the rider of the Cannibal Dragon; is having an affair with her older brother Aemond Targaryen. Aegon didn’t show her any love unless he was drunk, or in one of his rare vulnerable moments. However, Aemond took care of her, played with her children, read to them, and even taught them how to ride dragons. In other words, he was everything she wanted in a husband, everything she longed for; everything Aegon was not. 

She opened the door to her and her husband’s chambers, smelling Aegon’s bath oils in the air. The sheets had been freshly changed, her nightgown laying neatly at the bottom ready to be put on this eve. Setting the basket down she walked towards the connected nursery, ignoring her husband’s call of her name and entering the nursery. Both boys were fast asleep in fresh clothes, fixing their blankets and making sure their stuffed animals were placed back beside them. Quietly she walked back into her room, closing the door quietly and walking towards her husband. “You left so suddenly this morning my dear wife.” he whispered with a cocky smile. “I had more important matters to tend to.” she firmly answered. “Always so serious..” he whispered. After a brief glance at him, she shrugged and walked away, no longer interested in what he was saying.

   

“Should I be worried about the fact Rhaegal is calling out Aemond’s name every three words?” Aegon questioned his wife. “Aemond is around him more.” she answered. “You know he can’t love you fully. Not with this new Alys Rivers in the picture.” he pushed. She froze her doings with her earrings, hands falting in place, eyes moving towards her husband. “I am in no relation with anyone other than you Aegon.” she muttered. “You always were a horrible liar. Though I cannot be angry with you, when I myself have been no better.” he spoke. “How long have you known?” she asked. Walking over she sat on the tub looking at his relaxed form, his lilac haze sitting against her own. “I hear of it from the maids, and you leave in the middle of the night sometimes, then return covered in bruises and bites. You have done your duties for heirs, we both have. I show no problem with this affair, because I know it hadn’t started until after you had the boys.” he explained. She looked at him with a shocked expression, confusion dripping from her gaze. “I love you Visella, but not the way they expect me to. But Aemond has been sending letters back and forth to a woman by the name of Alys Rivers, they speak of marriage and possible future children.” he informed. 

Her gaze moved away staring at the stone floor, knowing her relationship with Aemond was possibly too good to be true. She hummed in acknowledgment, leaning over kissing his temple to which he leaned into enjoying the small comfort. “Don’t take too long.” she whispered. Slowly standing she walked out of their chambers, making her way out of the castle towards the beach area. Cannibal and Vaghar laid a far distance between the two, the older female dragon refusing to get within 40 feet of the Cannibalistic dragon, to which Cannibal seemed perfectly fine with. His large black scaled head lifted, horns dripping with sand; emerald green eyes pushed into her. “Rytsas jorrāelagon.” (Hello love.) she softly spoke up to him. A deep rumbling purr escaped him, shaking the ground beneath her feet. He slowly stood shaking the sand from his body, then shifting, leaning his large body over pressing his shoulder to the sand allowing her to step up onto him. No saddle, ladders, or even ropes were placed on him; no one was able to get close enough to place them. But she found it more natural, more comfortable, especially for a dragon that had been untamed for almost a thousand years. He stood up once she was sitting comfortably, moving back and stepping through the water to gain leverage, lifting his body into the air. “Soar rȳ se jēdar ñuha taoba.” (Soar through the sky my boy.) she spoke. He rumbled a deep purr, a deathly sky shattering roar erupted from him awakening the world as Cannibal took to the skies

“Your sister, the soon to be queen, she is quite pretty is she not.” Alys whispered. Aemond froze at those words, his hand stopping their menstruations in her hair. “Yes she is, she’s the Aphroditi of King's Landing as the people call her.” Aemond answered slowly, uncertain of his choice of words. “You don’t have to hide your love for her, my love, there is truly nothing wrong with it. Your brother treats her horribly, you are just giving her the love she deserves.” she whispered. Aemond moved his hand away from her sitting up, not liking the feeling of this conversation. “Why bring my sister up?” he questioned. “Because you love her as you love me.” she whispered. 

The roar of Cannibal shook the lands, his head lifting and turning, feeling the vibrations of his deep dominating roar course through the skies, forcing the clouds to split for his and his rider’s entrance. Alys stood walking towards the window, looking up towards the sky, the dragon’s tail being engulfed by the clouds, but his large shadow still could be seen through the white thickness. Her shimmering emerald eyes of evil shone, but darkened at the same time. It was not a look he liked, he wanted to protect his little sister, his mistress, from becoming more a prominent target. 

"Why not ask her to join our humble affair, my dearest love?” Alys whispered. 

#aemond targaryen #game of thrones #aegon targaryen #aemond targaryen x oc #alicent hightower #house of dragons #aemond one eye #deamon targaryen #house of the dragon #otto hightower #alys rivers #aemond x Visella x Alys #Visella targaryen #queen of the seven kingdoms #cannibal dragon

[thevelaryons]

What do you think Addam and Corlys were talking about in this scene? "And Addam Velaryon, lately Addam of Hull, sought out the Sea Snake after the battle; what they spoke to each other even Mushroom does not say."

You know, I've been asking myself this very same question for many years now. Since it's a notable instance in which Mushroom doesn't offer his unsolicited opinion, and even the other two narrators don't make any mention of what Addam & Corlys could have spoken about, we can only speculate...

My personal guess is that Addam wanted out. This is right after the Battle of the Gullet. Driftmark has been burned and sacked. Countless people have perished in the battle. And this would've been the first battle of Addam's life (he just used to be a ship boy before that). This wasn't any minor skirmish either but a battle involving dragons and seeing firsthand the carnage wrought from that would certainly have a big impact on the survivors. Addam's (and Nettle's) reaction is directly compared to the happier, celebratory one of the other dragonseeds:

Mushroom tells us there were two men on Dragonstone that night who drank to the slaughter in a smoky tavern beneath the castle: the dragonriders Hugh the Hammer and Ulf the White, who had flown Vermithor and Silverwing into battle and lived to boast of it. “We are knights now, truly,” Hard Hugh declared. And Ulf laughed and said, “Fie on that. We should be lords.” The girl Nettles did not share their celebrations. She had flown with the others, fought as bravely, burned and killed as they had, but her face was black with smoke and streaked with tears when she returned to Dragonstone. And Addam Velaryon, lately Addam of Hull, sought out the Sea Snake after the battle; what they spoke to each other even Mushroom does not say.

I say Addam wanted out specifically because of the contrast it creates with his big moment with Corlys later.

So then it would be as follows: After the Gullet, Addam tells Corlys of his intention to leave and Corlys stops him vs Corlys later being the one to help Addam escape from the dragonpit.

Plus, this ties into Corlys' characterization too. After Laenor's marriage to Rhaenyra, Corlys still kept him at High Tide while Rhaenyra was residing at Dragonstone, such that it's even said the marriage was never consummated to begin with (which I firmly believe). When Laena returns back to Westeros, after her exile in Essos with Daemon is over, she takes up residence in her father's house again. Corlys is the type of person who has his grand ambitions but is unwilling to commit to the risk that comes with it, which leads him back to square zero. Since he preferred to keep his children close, it makes sense that he'd hold that same sentiment with Addam. Though he allowed his children their freedom for the most part, he can still be an overbearing patriarch. By the time Corlys finally learns to let go, he's already lost so much. Which in turn makes his relationship with his youngest child quite different (especially when you consider that Alyn is the one most like Corlys). He goes from keeping Laena & Laenor with him at High Tide, to taking Addam with him to King's Landing, to leaving Alyn behind at Castle Driftmark. Corlys might have felt a great deal of guilt by the end.

As for Addam, his talk with Corlys certainly changed him in some way (you can decide whether it was for the better or worse). He goes from a child seeking reassurance from his elder after a bloody battle to a soldier who no longer flinches from violence to the point that he'll even suicide charge a bigger, more battle hardened dragon:

Ser Addam Velaryon had come to prove his loyalty by destroying the Two Betrayers and their dragons, and here was one beneath him, attacking the men who had joined him for this fight. He must have felt duty bound to protect them, though surely he knew in his heart that his Seasmoke could not match the older dragon. This was no dance, but a fight to the death.

#asoiaf #addam velaryon #corlys velaryon #corlys & addam #meta #ask

[leggerefiore]

You giggled as Erin moved around excitedly in the long coat. The cute costume was a special request, as not many people wanted to dress up as what he had. He readjusted his cap and struck a pose much like his father would. You smiled even brighter at his giddy expression. Not quite his father's stoicism, but being as he was barely eight, you supposed it was excusable. You smiled at him as he did yet another pose, but this time, his Skitty wandered over and yowled at him in her own imitation of Ingo's clothes.

He quickly knelt down to pet and cuddle with Taffy. You nearly jumped out of your skin when you turned around to see Inka and Emma standing quietly in the doorway. They were wearing demon and angel costumes, having been dressed by Emmet, you knew. Emma rushed over to Erin to squeeze him in a hug. He whined a bit, but ultimately gave in to his older sister's affection. Inka sighed as she readjusted the horned headband. They were already thirteen, which left thoroughly astounded at times.

All of you left Erin's bedroom to meet the twins in the living room. Ingo awkwardly shifted in his interesting attempt at combining his work clothes with Zekrom features. Emmet managed a better job, but overall looked quite odd. It fit them perfectly, but you found it disturbing all the same. Sometimes, you wondered if they had a connection to the legendary dragons.

Ingo dropped to his knees and hugged Erin tightly, which left you a bit stunned. “Oh, you look adorable,” he spoke softly before pecking a kiss to his cheek, “A Subway Boss in training, most definitely.” Emmet cooed over his girls as Inka tried to escape from his hug. Emma was contented to have her father's affections, however. You smiled at their love for their children.

~

“Trick or treat,” Erin smiled and held out his bag to the stranger, who gazed at him for a moment. In turning his head up, the man grew more confused. Clones stood on his doorsteps demanding candy (which was normal for the holiday). He dropped a few into the boy's bag before receiving a polite nod from Ingo, who was soon to follow after his son. It was popular gossip that Ingo had a child who looked just like him, and it seemed that it was true. Before he could shut the door, two more clones emerged. They were followed by a clone of the original two.

“Trick or treat,” the girls spoke in exact sync. He quickly tossed out more candy in order to get the creatures away as soon as possible.

Emmet tilted his head at the clearly stressed man as he stood behind his daughters, who had decided to trail fashionably behind Erin in order not appear as if they were related to him. This fact was blatantly obvious, though.

“That was weird,” Emmet spoke to you as his jacket caught cold wind. Inka shuddered, regretting the sleeveless top that was chosen. Emma stayed close to her, trying to give her some excess warmth.

“He saw two pairs of identical twins in a short period of time, and Erin attempting to be his dad, who he resembles greatly,” you stated bluntly as you handed off your jacket to your shivering daughter. Inka tried to act like she didn't need it, but you weren't taking no for an answer. Her catching a cold would be painful, especially with how she gets.

“Oh! True!” Emmet giggled. You watched in envy as Ingo's Chandelure and Erin's Litwick kept them warm as they kept Trick-or-treating.

“Are we that weird?” Emma asked while fixing her wings.

“Between those two and you two, yes,” you admitted, “Why do you all talk in sync?”

“Because it's funny,” all three of the said at the same time.

You shifted groups to Erin and Ingo after that.

~

“Give me some,” Emmet begged his girls, who had some of his favourite chocolate. He loved Halloween as a child. Free sweets was heaven to him, no matter his age. Emma pushed a few his way, but Inka denied him.

“She's verrrry mean now!” he whined to you, while getting ready for bed, “My sweet little girl has become a monster!”

Ingo sighed, “You're overbearing, and she's a teenager now. You're now water and oil.”

You laughed a bit until he suddenly pinned you to the bed. “Brother, leave. I'm creating a new daughter,” Emmet demanded of his twin.

Now it was your turn to sigh.

“Erin!” You called out. Footsteps were suddenly on the approach. Emmet gasped at your betrayal but gave up, especially when the boy peered in.

#ingo.ima #emmet.ima #submas.ima

[moongirlcleo]

Hi Anon! Of course !! This one was super cute <3

After the GMG, [name], a cosmic mage on team Natsu ended up falling for the famous white shadow dragon Sting. 

After about a year of dating [name] finds out she is pregnant. Once the initial shock wears off, she decides to surprise Sting with the news by baking some bread and having him take the “buns out of the oven”. It took him fifteen minutes to understand what was happening. He was overjoyed- he’d always wanted to be a father. 

The first person he told was Rogue (apart from Lector, of course). Then, he decided to call an impromptu meeting with the entire sabertooth guild and waited until everyone was in attendance before sharing he was going to become a father. 

The further along in her pregnancy, [name] had to slow down on taking jobs with Natsu and the team solely because she was too winded. That, and Sting refused to let her leave his side. Anything she needed to get done? “I’ll get right on that, babe.” “Do you need anything from the market? I’ll send Rogue or Yukino.” Though he was a bit overbearing, [name] thought it was sweet at how much more attentive he’d become since learning the news. 

Sting asked Rogue and Levy (both Sting and [name]s best friends) to be the god parents. They were the ones who found the gender beforehand and prepared a reveal party for the new mom and dad-to-be. Levy baked dozens of cupcakes with the gender color while Rogue helped set up the fairy tail guild hall for the celebration.

Sting and [name] both bit into a cupcake at the same time, and were confused when each had a different color. “Surprise! You’re having twins!” Rogue laughed at them. Shock set into [name] face, while Sting fainted.

Sting finally accepted he was going to have a son and daughter, and happily spent hours with [name] trying to pick the perfect names.

It was the middle of the night when [name] went into labor. Since Sting was at the sabertooth guild, [name] had to recruit the help of Warren to get the message over to him. Sting immediately dropped what he was doing and demanded Minerva swap his position with Warren’s at that very second. 

Since [name] water already broke, Sting carried her to Porlyusica’s cabin along with Wendy. Wendy assisted Porlyusica in the birth, while Sting paced back and forth for hours wondering if he needed to do anything. 

Eventually, Sting heard the cries of his babies, and he dashed into the room without waiting. He gave [name] a giant smile and asked to hold them. [Name] held their daughter out to him, and he took her in his arms gently. They named her Celeste, after the very stars she was conceived under, and their son Mitsuko, the light of their lives. 

Sting also cried watching Rogue and Lector holding the babies. 

He let Sabertooth and Fairy Tail meet the babies, though he was incredibly protective over letting people hold them. Gajeel ended up having to knock the wind out of him to get him to calm down, much to Rogue’s enjoyment.

He proved to be a very competent father, though. Sting was always there to help [name] with anything she needed when caring for the babies. If Celeste and Mitsuko were crying he’d handle one while [name] took care of the other. 

It was on the twins’ first birthday that he proposed to [name]. Rogue was watching the babies while Sting Brought [name] to the very place of their first date. She said yes. <3

“With you, there has been nothing but adventure. Please, [name], do me the honor of embarking on the biggest one with me yet- being my battle partner, my best friend, and wife.” 

#fairy tail #fairy tail fandom #fairy tail headcanon #fairy+tail+x+reader #anon ask/request #asks #fairy tail headcanons #sting eucliffe #for some reason my tumblr theme won't let me share asks directly so this is what i have to do i am sorrryyy

[mr-and-mr-diaz]

I’m feeling the sudden and extreme need for a buddie fic where they meet as children, Eddie the harried, overburdened oldest sibling in his house and Buck the affirmation-starved, clumsy youngest sibling in his house. They live on the same block, and that’s where the similarities end.

I need Eddie and Maddie becoming best friends with an older/est sibling/caretaker alliance, Eddie knowing the Buckley family secret and sworn to secrecy as well, Buck conspiring pranks with the Diaz sisters. I need Buck intimidated by 12-year-old “man of the house” Eddie, and Eddie frustrated by Evan “let’s dive from a tree for attention” Buckley. I need Buck getting his nickname from the newly born Diaz baby who picks that name and sticks to it. I need all the parents matchmaking Maddie with Eddie and both of them finding it hilarious and happy to take advantage of it if it means all the kids get to hang out together free from overbearing parents. I want camping trips, I want study groups and sticky summer outings, I want Abuela to make them all tamales, and Peppa to ream them out for doing something stupid but then sheltering them from parental wrath, I want dumb pranks gone wrong, I want poor Eddie and Maddie trying to help their siblings grow up well and all the challenges that come with that. I want Maddie giving The Talk to Eddie’s sisters and Eddie giving The Talk to Buck. I want all the younger siblings conspiring to do something as thanks either for a birthday or mothers/Father’s Day for everything Maddie and Eddie have done.

And I need a sweet, sensual, shiver-inducing slow-burn romance. I need Buck’s affrontedness to turn to admiration and then love. I need Eddie’s exasperation to turn to adoration to love. Want to watch them grapple with it, neither feeling like they can be open about it until suddenly it’s out in the open and Eddie can’t let down his dad so he starts dating Shanon (who in this AU is Maddie’s other best friend), because he does like her, and Shanon does like him but she’s dealing with feelings for Maddie, only Maddie is wrapped up with Doug. One drunk night where they decide to comfort each other for disappointed loves and BAM Christopher.

Shanon and Eddie decide to make it work as friends raising a child. Maddie leaves with Doug, Eddie enlists to make money, and Buck, feeling abandoned and untethered, goes winding off on his journey of self discovery.

How do they meet again? What happens next? You decide, go crazy!

Tagging some of my favorite writers but even if you’re not here consider yourself equally invited to have at it, i will happily read and reblog every iteration of this, I need it like water and will hoard it like a dragon 😂 @matan4il @blutterlie @adventuresofprettyboyandthekid @littlespoonevan @thisissirius @jugheadgay @mellaithwen @princessfbi @extasiswings @hmslusitania ❤️❤️❤️

#buddie #eddie diaz #9-1-1 #evan buckley #buck x eddie #eddie x buck #911 fox #buddie fic #buddie fic prompt

[kilodelart]

Older Delnois in Berovia.

I haven't used my art tablet all year,so this turned out much better than I expected.

Oh hello there little one, I am Queen Delnoris Delfossier of the Winter Court. What’s that? You don’t know any of those names? Oh my we must remedy this. I’m a Delfossier, a proud noble family of elves that own large tracts of land. My mother, an Aasimar, left to adventure on the island of Chult in order to escape my overbearing half elf grandfather. She never knew her mother, who was a Celestial. Once she returned from her adventures away she had me, a teifling, so I guess I know what race my father was.

None the less my grandfather wanted marry me off thanks to my ‘celestial blood line’ but I wanted to get away. I was assigned to the Dossimer Knights so they could keep an eye on me and I could quest for more honour. Together with a plucky team of adventurers we located the lost gold of Waterdeep and after a harrowing battle with the Winter Queen of the Feawild we found ourselves with one dead Queen and an empty throne.

I was crowned Queen. Actuality another in our group was crowned King, because the magic of the crown required a fea, but he had no interest in political matters, so the job of Queen fell to me. I ruled there for 20 years before the Queen of the Summer Court tricked me into coming to this wretched shadow plane. I need to get back to my kingdom, or maybe even my home plane to contact my family. But either way, this place is not for me.

Okay, so why is she blue now? Isn't Delnoris yellow?

YEP! Delnoris is an Echo Knight, so her magic pulls in versions of herself from alternate dying timelines. Normally these are shadowy temporal echos, however this version of Delnoris is an Echo the real Delnorios created to escape a trap set by the Queen of the Summer Court, but upon arrival to Berovia the Echo stabilized and the alternate reality Delnoris was fully pulled into this plane.

She had no idea that she is in the wrong timeline, or that hers collapsed. But to play with the idea of alternate realities, i decided to have her be blue, since when I was first designing her, I was caught between blue or yellow for her coloration.

Her horns are different?

Most of the artwork I drew in the past was of Dame Delnoris Delfossier during her childhood / the water deep dragon heist adventure. At that time she was 19, but this represents her after she had been ruling in the feawild for 20 years, so shes Queen Delnoris Delfossier, at the age of 39. As such, her two inner horns are now longer. Although that is harder to see with the black background.

Does she still eat people?

I assure you I have no idea what you are talking about. (Psst. She has the Chef feat for a reason.)

My DM warned me before this game that we would probably need multiple characters, so Alternate Delnoris here is my backup character.

#dnd #d&d #Delnoris #Dame Delnoris Delfossier #Queen Delnoris Delfossier #Teifling #Curse of Straad #Waterdeep Dragon Heist #my blorbo #Alternate Delnoris

[jacquelinemerritt]

Dragon Ball Z: Abridged Episode 54 Review

Originally posted August 26th, 2016

The hum before shit hits the fan.

The Cell Games are presented to us as a combination of a threat and promise, which is appropriate, given both that cursory knowledge of the original series makes it clear that the games (and all the highs and lows associated with them) have been coming, and that Cell himself is setting them up as a corrupted version of the Dragon Ball Universe’s most famous and wholesome events, the World Martial Arts Tournaments.

Sometimes, having never seen the original show puts me at an interpretive disadvantage. This is definitely one of those times. Not having seen the original show here means that I can’t dissect the significance of this corruption, or understand it any further than simply knowing that it’s there. As such, I’m going to simply move on to the rest of the episode, but I invite discussion and exploration in the replies and reblogs, as I’d be very interested to know what might be going on at a thematic level.

The majority of this episode is not focused on the introduction of the Cell Games, however. It is instead focused on developing our heroes as they rest, specifically developing Trunks, Vegeta, and Krillin further thanks to their shared failure to stop Cell. Krillin particularly is shown to be more compassionate than we’ve ever seen him before, as he befriends Android 16 and takes him back to Dr. Briefs for repair, where we gain insight into the processes that make 16 the bird loving, Goku-murdering construct that he is.

Chi Chi is also given special attention in this episode. I have been defending Team Four Star’s portrayal of Chi Chi as deep and nuanced since I began reviewing this show, as they have consistently coded her to be overbearing towards Gohan, yes, but overbearing because she understands the actual stakes of allowing a child to be involved in battles for the fate of the world.

Now, finally, a year later, Team Four Star is given a chance to make that subtext into text, and they do so wonderfully, with Chi Chi giving a speech to our heroes about her desires for him to have better than a life of fighting and surviving off prize money.

It’s this moment of characterization that, when contrasted with the Chi Chi of Gohan’s nightmare, makes it clear why the nightmare is so horrifying. Nightmare Chi Chi, though only briefly appearing, has none of the underlying love or hope for Gohan that are present in his actual mother. Instead, she is replaced by a monster that threatens him with intense disappointment, listening to none of his concerns and refusing to accommodate his desires to fight.

It’s fitting then, that the ultimate monster in Gohan’s nightmare is his own father. Goku has yet to listen to any of his son’s concerns about fighting, constantly spurring him into dangerous situations with the implicit threat that he will be disappointed in his son if he doesn’t come out of them a better fighter (as evidenced by his extreme method for triggering Gohan’s first transformation into a Super Saiyan). Gohan’s nightmare is watching his own father tear away his greatest sources of support, calmly murdering both the father and mother who love him, Piccolo and Chi Chi.

Goku and Cell are the same threat to Gohan because both are putting him into danger that he wants no part of.

Rating: 4.5/5

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Stray Observations

“I’ve been watching the country music channel. Did you know country music is terrible?” Yes I did, Trunks, yes I did.

I am finally caught up with my reviews of Dragonball Z: Abridged. It’s a pretty incredible feeling.

This also means that I can finally go back and rewatch the entire show! I held off on doing so because I wanted reviews to be focused on the progression from each episode to the next (though this obviously didn’t stop me from watching new episodes as they came out). It’s gonna be fun to go back and watch these casually again, as I have missed that very much.

Oh, and for the curious, my current word count on all these DBZA reviews?

40,882.

#dragon ball z abridged #dragon ball z #team four star #tfs #dbza #dbz #dbze ep54 #and here we are #the last DBZA review i posted in 2016 #but not the last i posted #the next few pieces are entries into a queer media series i started #and a horror media series i started #both of which were to help me better understand both genres of films #they both fizzled out pretty quick #mostly because i was not in a stable enough situation to write consistently #but they were worthwhile experiences still