#the shipping is ridiculously prized but…………. i want.

[cinnbar-bun]

Gentleman- (Brook x Reader) SMUT

Summary: You and Brook have been doing this for a while now, teasing each other and seeing who will make the first move. Ever the gentleman, Brook is happy to play along until you give him permission to go further.

Rating: NSFW

Content: AFAB and GN! Reader, teasing, consensual voyeurism tease, strap-on, handcuffs + restraints, explicit consent, slight temp play, inappropriate use of Brook's DF, Brook and Reader being teases and menaces to each other, missionary, and confessions of love.

Also a bonus ending haha.

Word Count: ~3.1k

A/n: Requested <3 Yes we ARE fucking the skeleton man and god damn it he is the best of the best. No I am not accepting criticism nor will I get therapy. THIS IS FOR ALL THE BROOK STANS WHO ARE THIRSTY FOR MORE. DON'T WORRY, YOUR GIRL IS JUST AS THIRSTY FOR HIM TOO! Thank you for the request, darling, and I hope you enjoy!!! This was a blast to write.

You can read on my AO3 here!

“Brook, are you coming with us to shop?” Luffy asked. Brook took a drag of his cigarette and glanced over to your figure sitting on the deck. He hummed then shook his head. 

“Sorry, Luffy, I’ll have to pass on that today,” Brook stated. The smoke was leaking through his eye sockets and nose, but he could still make you out. He knew you were listening in, and the mischievous grin on your face told him you enjoyed his answer. 

And, well, he had to admit, he quite enjoyed your reaction too. He exhaled another puff of smoke as Luffy shrugged. 

“Okay. You and (Y/n) can watch the ship then,” Luffy waved. The other crew members had gotten off the ship, but Robin was the last to go, following behind Luffy after glancing at you and Brook with a raised brow. Brook didn’t give her an inch, continuing to casually smoke as if everything was well. At this moment, he didn’t particularly care what Robin may or may not have thought. The game was just beginning again, and he had a role to play. 

Today… perhaps today would finally be the day he could manage to win the prize. 

As Robin’s heels clicking eventually got quieter, Brook exhaled again. Smoking didn’t particularly do much for him as a pile of bones, but the few glances you’d shoot at him before looking down again confirmed to him that you indeed seemed to enjoy it. He didn’t take you for the type, but then again, he didn’t take you for the type to do any of things you were doing now. 

He also didn’t think he was the type to play along with it as well. 

It seemed that despite being dead and a skeleton, he was still a man through and through. The thought humored and comforted him somewhat, while also making him feel absolutely ridiculous. 

You kept drinking quietly on your spot in the deck, with a spare cup of tea right beside you. 

Of course you’d make tea. He loved tea. And this little “invitation” of yours would be nothing but trouble, should he accept. 

He strode over to you and picked up the cup. It was still warm, the perfect temperature for him to drink it at. 

“Ah, thank you for the tea, my dear,” Brook said in appreciation, with a hint of the profane beneath that kindness. You looked up to him and smiled. 

“I figured you’d want some. You’re my drinking buddy,” you joke, using the old nickname he gave for the both you. He chuckles and takes a sip. 

“It’s a lovely day outside, isn’t it?” He says, not really caring about the weather. You don’t care about it either, keeping your eyes trained onto his. 

“Mhm. It’s just a bit too hot for me…” you fan your face with your hand before tugging at your tight top. He knows what you’re pulling. He’s a lot taller than you, so he can look down at you as you show off your cleavage by tugging on the top. He doesn’t show any emotion or do anything beyond just sip his tea. He’s not letting you win this one today. 

You’re not impressed with his reaction, as he sees your face falter for a brief second. You arch your back and groan loudly. 

“Oh man, my back is killing me,” you say dramatically. He continues to watch as you stretch, curiously thinking of how you would look on your bed. 

Snap out of it!

“That’s too bad. Perhaps you should try to take it easy today,” he suggests. “Maybe lay down for a while?” 

“That sounds nice but I was thinking about taking a bath right now,” you say as you run a hand through your hair and stand up. Even when you were standing, you still had to look up at him due to his height. You don’t even wait for his reply as you turn around and stretch again, this time bending over so he can take a good look at your behind. “See you in a bit,” you wink. 

Brook can feel the cracks beginning to form in the cup he’s holding. 

“Enjoy your bath. Should I be watching over you just in case?” He asks. It is the game you two have played, but even with his own fantasies, he won’t overstep with you. 

“I’d like that,” you say, giving him permission. “I’ll feel much safer knowing you’re keeping an eye on me.” 

And just like that, you two have folded. You saunter away, making sure to glance back at him over your shoulder. Brook feels the excitement running through his bones. He follows after you, keeping a sizeable distance while you disappear into your room to change. He waits outside, and he’s eager to use his Devil Fruit to take a peek, but that would spoil the fun, he thinks. 

So he waits. He hears the fumbling of your clothes, the opening of some drawers, some metal clinking- and then a small yelp. 

He drops his composure and knocks on the door. 

“(Y/n)! Are you alright in there?” He asks. 

“Yes. I need some help though. Can you come in?” He immediately swings open the door once you ask, and he’s shocked at the sight. 

You’re leaning on your bed, a towel wrapped around you while you hold your knee. 

“Are you okay?” He asks. You nod. 

“I think it might be a small cut. Could you open that drawer over there and hand me a bandage?” You ask, pointing at the small nightside next to the bed. He nods and opens the drawer before another gasp. 

Inside is… 

He closes it. 

“M-my mistake,” he quickly apologizes, the embarrassment obvious in his voice. You click your tongue and dramatically sigh. 

“Oh, stupid me. I forgot that was where I keep my strap on and handcuffs!” You reply, and he glances at you to see you look completely fine while batting your eyes again at him. “I’m just so silly. I hope no handsome skeleton tries to use them with me right now. That would be awful.” 

You lean in closer to him, and he does too, admittedly enjoying how coy and forward you’re being today. 

“It would be a shame. How much would you dislike it if he did such a thing?” Brook asks, letting one of his fingers trail down the side of your face before he grabs your chin. 

“I’d absolutely despise it,” you whisper, and the heat of your breath sends shivers down his spine. 

“Well, fortunately for you, I am no handsome skeleton. Is that okay?” He whispers back as his other hand opens the drawer to bring out the fuzzy handcuffs you had there. 

“It’s more than okay,” you reply, and that’s all he needs before he quickly pins you to your bed and cuffs you. This is the furthest the two of you have gone, and you both relish in the surprise and excitement on your faces. 

He notices the way your face turns brighter, the smile on your face getting larger, and the way your chest rises up a little faster due to your breathing. It’s all so enticing to him. He can’t help but look at you as if you’re the only thing in the world right now. In this moment, you might as well be. 

“We should be quick, yes? I imagine the others will be back soon,” he reminds you. 

“I don’t care, honestly. I’m sure some of them probably figured it out already. Now come on, are you going to fuck me, or what?” You smirk. 

“You’re quite mouthy, darling. I thought you had some manners,” Brook teases your language, and you can’t help but let out a chuckle. 

“Sorry. Please, Brook, will you fuck me, or what?” 

“We’ll get there eventually,” he laughs back. He holds your restrained wrists with one bony hand (geez, was he always this strong?) and lets the other trail over your loose towel. He swiftly yanks it off with one tug, and lets it lay under the bottom half of your body, like the gentleman he is. He is amazed you’re letting your body be barren for him to see- to explore, finally. 

It is a tantalizing figure, as his fingers trace the outline of your body, from your collarbone, over your soft chest, to your stomach. The trembling breath you release is music to his ears, and he can’t wait to hear more. 

“Your body is a work of art, dear,” he says with a soft and genuine tone of voice. It catches you by surprise, as you look up at him with wide eyes. “I mean it. You’re very lovely.” 

His fingers keep stroking over your skin, and he enjoys the feel of it. He wants to remember this moment for decades to come. He wants to indulge in this feeling, of this gorgeous human presented underneath him. In his years of living (and unliving), he hadn’t quite felt so attracted to another. And though he knew what the end would bring, he still wanted to spend a moment with you. To allow him and you the chance to finally be one. 

“May I continue?” He asks. You nod and make another sound of encouragement. His hand cups at your breast, rubbing and squeezing the soft flesh in his hand. It is soft and warm. It’s unlike anything else, really. 

You’re warm all over, and the natural heat of your body makes him long and desire more. 

“Can I try something?” Brook pauses his ministrations and you nod. 

“Go ahead, Brook,” you respond your curiosity peaked. Brook places the hand against your stomach and you instantly gasp when you feel a slight chill where is his hand is. 

“Brook-!” You let out such a delicious moan of his name, and he grins. 

“You like that?” 

“Yes, go on…” you whimper. He gets excited at this, and begins to run his hand along your warm skin, cooling it off gently with his powers. The sensation makes you shiver and let out beautiful sounds he wishes to hear more of. 

Now he’s feeling a bit selfish. He wants to pull more sounds out of you. 

He stops with the cooling touch and instead has his hand travel to your lower region. 

“Ah, you’re dripping wet,” He teases, running a finger through your folds and showing you the sticky fluid on it. It’s almost embarrassing, but you’ve long abandoned shame for this moment. 

“Don’t take so much time,” you whine. 

“Darling, you can’t expect me to see this and not enjoy your body, do you?” At this, he leans down to your ear while his thumb circles your clit and a finger enters your body. The loud exhale you let out was lovely. “Allow me to show you what you have done to me with all that damn teasing.” 

His finger moves faster, before he adds another and you throw your head back. 

“Heh, you’re just upset you kept falling for them,” you cheekily respond. 

“Perhaps. But no more games right now. I want you. I want you badly,” Brook replied earnestly. 

His fingers were stretching you out, and you moaned. 

“And you want me, too,” he adds. You nod. 

“In the drawer… lube in there…” you breathlessly say. He complied and quickly brings out the bottle. 

“Yohohoho! You really came prepared!” Brook laughed. “I guess I should get undressed, shouldn’t I? Although, I’m already naked!” 

You rolled your eyes at another of his bad jokes, but he saw how you had a small smile on your face. 

“Just take them off, Brook,” you chuckle, and Brook slowly removed his fingers from inside you. He removed his jacket and pants, revealing himself fully to you. Even though most of his skeleton was visible on a usual basis, to expose himself like this to you, in this context, was almost… frightening to him. He let you stare for a moment, let you take it in, in case you wished for him to stop. He certainly wouldn’t blame you if you had said so. 

But instead, you tilted your head towards the toy and looked at him with raised brows. 

“You ready?” You asked, confused and sounding vulnerable- as if you were afraid he wished to leave. Brook ran his thumb over your cheeks. 

“Yes. Very much so. I’ve waited a long time for this,” he replied in a hushed manner. With that, he had attached the strap on to his pelvis and applied a liberal amount of lube so as to not hurt you. He held your hips and gently rubbed the dildo across your folds a few times to stimulate you. “Are you ready?” 

“Yes. Go ahead, Brook,” you replied, and with a swift thrust, he sunk into your soft walls. Although he couldn’t feel it, the noise you made was precious. Beautiful. You took deep breaths to adjust, and Brook rubbed your stomach in tender circles to soothe you. 

“Sh….sh… tell me when to go, dear,” he whispered. You swallowed roughly before panting out a ‘go’, and he began to move his hips. Your chest and body bounced with every thrust he made, and he watched in amusement at the way your face contorted with pleasure. 

“Oh, geez, Brook… fuck…” you moaned out loud, freely expressing yourself knowing that none fo the other members were here. 

“Good, good… let it out. Let it all out. Let me hear your voice,” Brook ordered. He moved a hand lower down your body and let his thumb rub your clit again. The sensation of the toy inside you and his finger against your sensitive nub drove you mad, making you scream in joy and ecstasy. 

“Harder!” You yelled, and Brook complied by thrusting his hips faster. He leaned down towards you, pinning your arms again with his other hand. 

“As you wish, my dear. But don’t blame me if you can’t walk after, alright?” You were too focused on the pleasure to respond or care, giving a weak nod. Brook found it almost cute, but he didn’t want to embarrass you or make you feel self-conscious, so he kept the thought to himself. 

The pleasure in you was growing as Brook continued to hold you tighter, squeeze you harder, and fuck you faster. It was almost inhuman how hard he was going, and the attention he was giving to your body made you melt against the bed. You whined, begged, pleaded, and cried pathetically, thanking Brook for the pleasurable experience. 

“You’re getting close, hm? You’re squeezing it so tight and your breathing is getting faster,” Brook hummed to himself. 

“Y-yes, Brook… please…” you whined, and Brook removed the hand pinning you down to stroke your throat. 

“I want to be a bit selfish, darling. I want to hear you scream my name,” he said. “Can you do that for me?” 

“B-Brook,” you stammered. 

“Louder.” 

“Brook,” you stated as his hips hammered into you. 

“You can do better than that,” he commented. 

“Brook!” You cried as he hit a wonderful spot inside you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and Brook took it as his cue to get you over the edge. 

“Louder, my dear! I know you can do it! Put your soul into it!” 

The thumb working on your bundle of nerves pressed down and you felt your oxygen being taken away as the coil that had been building up within you snapped. 

“BROOK!” You screamed, orgasming around the toy. Brook slowed his hips down to a halt while he let his his thumb continue to circle to extend your orgasm. 

You shakily rested against the bed, gasping for air and twitching in delight. You felt a cool touch on your forehead as Brook placed his hand and used his Devil Fruit powers again. 

“This should help you settle down and relax,” he explained, and the hot pulse of your lower body combined with his cool touch on top made for a pleasant feeling. 

“Thank you, Brook,” you mumbled, your eyes fluttering in exhaustion. You let out a quiet laugh and had a tired smile, a sign the afterglow was getting to you. He wanted to bask in it for a long time. Brook removed the strap-on and had placed it to the side, taking to settling beside you on the bed as he undid your handcuffs. 

He wrapped his bony arms around you, spooning you against him. It was quiet, minus the sound of your breathing. That was, until you spoke up. 

“I love you,” you stated in a low tone. 

“H-huh?” He gasped, taken aback by your confession. 

“I love you,” you repeated. 

“(Y/n), is this the sex talking?” He joked, unsure if you were being serious. No, it was more like… like he couldn’t believe you felt that way for him. 

“No. It’s my heart talking. I love you.” 

He stayed silent, not certain of how he should respond. You curled into yourself, expecting rejection. Instead, Brook pulled you closer and and rested his chin on the crook of your shoulder. 

“Then, if that is the case… allow me to give my heart to you, as well. Of course, I don’t have a heart anymore but you’ll allow that, won’t you?” Brook asked. You sighed in relief. 

“I won’t mind. Not at all, Brook.” 

“Wonderful. (Y/n), you do have all of me. Even though I don’t have a body or heart, my soul will be yours,” Brook confessed. “I will always treasure you within me.” 

He stroked the side of your body before he heard your quiet snores. He chuckled as he pressed his “mouth” to your head, as if kissing you. 

BONUS: 

“Hey, where are those two?!” Nami cried, lugging back tons of bags from their shopping trip. 

“Some guarding they were doing,” Zoro scratched his head as he threw a large box onto the deck floor. Luffy meanwhile, looked around and frowned. 

“Do you think they ate without us? Meanies,” the captain pouted. Robin glanced to the deck table and noticed the cup of tea you had brewed earlier- or, more accurately, the one you made for Brook- and chuckled. 

“It’s best we don’t disturb them. They probably got tired,” Robin said in a mirthful tone. She had a smile on her face, and Nami recognized that smile. It was the smile that meant that Robin knew something no one else did. Nami raised a brow at Robin before dusting off her hands. 

“Well, since they’ve rested up, the least they could do is help us put all these supplies away!” Nami responded, not even daring to guess what Robin was thinking of. 

Robin nodded. 

“Of course. I’ll go let them know they’re wanted here,” she laughed again as she began walking to the your room. 

#one piece oneshots #one piece x reader #op smut #one piece smut #one piece #brook #one piece brook #brook x reader #op brook x reader #smut

[lunarmoonanons]

Little Rose

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Yandere Maegor x Tyrell reader. 

TW: Birthing scene. Most likely inaccurate. 

Sequel

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YN tugged and played with the ends of her hair as the carriage road fast back to the Reach. Her father decided to ship her back home when they heard that King Maegor was searching for another wife, not wanting his youngest daughter to fall victim to the cruel king. 

YN was the youngest of all her siblings, all her sisters were married and had many children. She was rumored to be from a very fertile line of women. And Maegor was looking for a fertile woman to carry on his line. YN fathers would not have her subjected to a life of pain and forced breeding, not his small rose. YN had no objections, she loved Highgarden; the roses, the trees, the grass, everything. Kingslanding was too ugly. It was only her trip that caused her worry. Maegor would not be pleased to hear that fathers were sending their daughters from court. 

The carriage shook her occasionally as YN looked out the opening at the grass and sky. Peering for a large black dragon that would come down and snatch her away. Her aunt frowned at her fingers that tangled around the ends of her hair. 

“Calm down girl. We’re miles away from the capital, and besides, we weren’t the only carriage to leave. What would Maegor do? Hunt every family that left his bloody red keep?” Her aunt tried to reassure her. YN twirled her ends again. 

“That’s exactly what he’d do.” YN whispered, before turning to her aunt and grabbing her hand. “If he does find us, let him take me. I can’t let you get hurt because of me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, YN. I wouldn;t let that man touch you.” Her thought was interrupted by the shaking ground. A roar ripped through the sky, the carriage shook under the sound making YN jump in her seat. She dare not look out to see the monster that looked for her. YN’s aunt reached forward and pulled the girl into her arms, YN’s face flush against her neck and she smoothed her hair down. “Shush YN. Don’t panic.”

“He’s here.” YN whispered. 

And it was true. The air shook with a loud boom as Maegor landed Balerion the dread in front of the rose decorated carriage. His prize was seated there, she almost got away and he almost had to burn down all of Highgarden to attain her. But the beautiful rose was caught just in time, in an open road way. No real threatening guards were around her, the few that stood around ran at the sight of Balerion. Maegor scoffed, jumping down from his saddle and walking forward to the carriage. One door opened and his beautiful rose was pushed out by her aunt. The middle aged woman screaming for her to run, but her cries were silenced at the sight of Maegor and his sword. 

YN turned around just in time to see the Valyrian blade pierce through her aunt’s chest. “NO!” She cried, tears immediately slipping down her cheeks. He stepped toward her slowly, sword bloody in his hand, YN did not know whether she was going to be killed or assaulted by him. Both equally frightening her. “Are you going to kill me too?” 

“Not at all little rose. I want you alive for what I have planned next for us.” He reached forward and grabbed her smaller arm. Wrenching her forward into his arms, his grasp tight around her body. “You are beautiful. Just like your family is. You will give me beautiful children.”

With that he dragged the crying girl to his dragon, rolling his purple eyes at her fighting. She’d learn to accept her role as queen. 

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Months later, YN was largely pregnant. It had been 9 months of torture, and YN had her stomach to prove it. She didn’t look like she was carrying one child, but many. Maegor’s chest puffed with pride at the possibility of multiple children at once. YN begged the gods to let it only be one child, birthing one was something she could handle but multiple? YN didn’t think she could handle it. 

Once her pregnancy was appearing to last longer than any of the others, she became his most favored queen. He had roses imported from Highgarden so that the gardens of the keep would be familiar to her. But nothing came without a cost, each gift had the looming threat of ‘I gave you what you want, now give me a son.’

Today was another day YN spent looking over the waters from the garden, the prickling eyes of the guards watched her closely. Her hands absentmindedly rubbed her protruding belly. Trying to calm her restless child, or children. They kick so much nowadays. 

“Please be a girl. Just one girl. Please.” YN begged whatever god was listening. Suddenly there was a pain from her stomach, and the feeling of trickling water dripped from between her legs. YN leaned forward in pain, she wanted to call the guard but another pain kicked through her. 

With a yelp from YN, she fell to her knees from the quickening pain. They weren’t happening in between minutes like her sisters said it would, but in between seconds. The guards rushed forward, clocking the water on the ground and rushing her to her rooms. The pains kept coming quicker and quicker, and it felt like something was falling down from her womb. YN managed to get to her rooms when the first child started to make their way out. A maid had rushed forth and grabbed the babe when it fell from her legs. 

A little boy screamed and cried in her arms. YN couldn’t enjoy the birth of her son as another contraction of pain ripped through her. The second babe came as quick as his brother did, the two cried and screamed in the warms of the maids. The final child took longer to arrive, the pains lasted around an hour or two, but it felt like years. Finally with a cry, YN pushed out a little girl. She tried to look at her children as the afterbirth was forced out of her womb. 

Finally YN fell back onto the bed. Stomach still round, and legs aching. She reached for her children as the maids placed her two boys beside her and the girl on her chest. YN sobbed in relief as the babies stared with large eyes at their mother. She was spared the looks of the guards as her maids smiled and chuckled with joy for her. One rubbed her son’s head, as another placed a wet cloth to YN’s forehead. But her joyous moment did not last, as her husband barged into the room and barked at the maids to leave. He came forth and picked up both boys, glee on his face. 

“You’ve done so well my rose. Two boys, what an achievement.” He flickered his purple eyes down to the baby girl that rested on YN’s chest. “And a girl. You are quick perfect.”

“I am relieved that it is finally over.” YN breathed. 

“For now. I’ll need more boys soon. We can’t let our line fall.” Maegor declared. Ignoring her fresh tears that welled her eyes. YN didn’t know if she could survive another round of this, and if this was to be her life then she didn’t believe in the gods anymore. 

This wasn’t fair.

#yandere maegor #maegor the cruel #maegor targaryen #maegor x reader #asoiaf #asoiaf x reader #yandere asoiaf #fire and blood #house targaryen #yandere house targaryen

[thegreymoon]

The Story of Minglan

Three exams down, two to go, plus I haven't made any irreversible bad decisions that will screw up my life again for years to come yet! 🎉🎉 I deserve a treat!

Go, Minglan! Destroy some evil in-laws! Make my night!

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LMAO, Granny has an agenda 😂

IMO as a viewer, though, this guy is such a non-entity, I can't even anti-ship him like I do with Qi Heng.

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LOL, this imbecile.

What guards? They are too busy fighting for their lives while your stupid ass is catching up on beauty sleep.

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Well. I guess this is better than being court-martialled and beheaded.

Super unsatisfying, though.

On a happier note, Gu Tingye's beard is growing on me 😋 Also, he looks good in armour!

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Are you kidding me?

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ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

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Is he really going to take credit for Gu Tingye's plan?

How many episodes before this cockroach is squashed? I'm already furious!

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Wait, did the cousin also marry someone from this ridiculous family?

Why would he do that? Have they not had enough of this stupid woman and her stupid offspring?

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Well. He seems like a prize.

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I am just not a fan of this entire episode. They made these people into such caricatures. All they need is an "I'M A VILLAIN" sign and we'd be all set. It is so over the top, I cannot take any of it seriously.

And, of course, the wife is meek and virtuous and obedient, and miles out of his league looks-wise. It's all just too unrealistic.

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GIRL, WHY WOULD YOU EVEN WANT TO?

With a husband like that, I feel like my vagina would permanently nail itself shut.

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How do they know that the prostitute's baby is even his?

A prostitute by definition is not sleeping with only one man.

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Oh, that will go over well, I'm sure.

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LOL, what even.

Ma'am, first of all, that is not his child. After three years of not being able to get his wife or multiple other concubines pregnant, he suddenly impregnated a prostitute?

Second, I would sooner die than carry this subhuman's offspring. Shulan not having kids is a blessing.

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Wait, is Granny the Second suggesting MURDER?

Grabbing the popcorn, I am finally intrigued! 🍿🍿

#the story of minglan #tsoml ep24 #tsoml spoilers

[heliads]

Hello Lisa! This is a request for peter pan with the prompts no. 13, 19, 25. I can't wait to read it <3

Congratulations once again on 5k 🎉

lots of love from AU Anon! 💛

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Peter Pan never fails.

That’s what his Lost Boys say, anyway, that little expression they love to repeat whenever he outsmarts another shipful of pirates, evil queen, or the latest villain to come to the island and challenge his status. Peter has said it himself more than a fair amount of times, savoring the syllables on his tongue as if by declaring it alone, he’ll have that much more power to find the means to his ends.

Now, however, Peter feels surprisingly close to failing. He has been trying to actualize a goal of his for quite some time, yet somehow he is absolutely no closer to succeeding than he was at the beginning. In fact, he might be even farther from achieving this dream than at first. Every one of his efforts seems to push him away time and time again.

The name of this particular conquest, you might ask? Peter Pan wants the heart of someone quite close to him. He wants to steal that beating organ directly from someone’s chest without a single drop of blood. No violence, only metaphors. He wants someone to fall in love with him, and that person is Y/N L/N.

Peter was not supposed to fall for her. In fact, he specifically has been going about his days all this time in the hopes of never falling in love. Love is a weakness, a distraction from the true glory of not caring about anybody except for oneself. That’s what Peter had been preaching, at least, but all it took was one daring Lost Girl and he’s absolutely set on her.

It’s ridiculous. Peter has been trying to shake this crush for a while now, but nothing he does ever seems to work. He spends some time in his Thinking Tree to identify all the things about Y/N that he seems to love in the hopes of talking himself out of them, but no dice. He tries to treat her like any other Lost Boy so he’ll start thinking platonically instead of romantically, and they end up sparring and he’s got his sword to her throat and she’s grinning at him and– oh no, he’s even worse than before.

No, there’s nothing Peter can do about getting rid of his terrible affections. The only solution, then, is to get Y/N to like him so he can stop pining and get on with himself. However, this is far easier said than done. Y/N is headstrong, wild, out of her mind, and that’s exactly why Peter loves her. This does, unfortunately, lead to Peter’s attempts having less success than he would prefer.

He’s trying again now, though, and this time, it’s going to work. At first, Peter was worried that perhaps he wasn’t being direct enough– if Peter himself didn’t think himself capable of love, it’s not like anyone else would think that he would fall victim to such an occurrence. Y/N might not even realize it, and believe him to just be talking to her like any other friend.

He’s not blind, of course. Peter is Peter, and at the end of the day, that means he’s the most brutal of all of them, the most cunning, the most devoted to trickery. Most of the Lost Boys wouldn’t put it past Peter to make someone think he liked them far better than he did just to achieve a result if he so wished.

Y/N is different, though. For once, there’s no gambit involved. Peter is simply in love, and although that may not seem conceivable to anyone who isn’t him, it’s true. The objective from here on out is not to win a prize, but a heart. Peter may have had less luck on that front than he’d like as of late, but today is going to go differently. He can feel it, or at least he’d like to pretend as much.

Today, he’s going to be direct. In fact, Peter doesn’t think he could possibly be more obvious. The Lost Boys are holding a celebration of sorts to welcome their latest arrival, some bedraggled looking boy Peter’s shadow summoned up earlier today, and the sounds of their wild whoops and cheers should cover up any words spoken between him and Y/N.

She’s sitting on a log on the outskirts of the festivities, watching the dancing and cheering with a glint in her eye. Y/N had been one amongst their wailing numbers only a little while ago, but she relinquished her spot in the ranks to the new boy.

Peter casually takes a seat next to her, raising his voice a little to be heard over the din of the others. “How’s the prettiest person in the world doing?”

There, a clear indication that Peter wants to be more than just friends. However, despite his strong self assurance that this could only be interpreted in a non platonic manner, Y/N just flashes him an easygoing grin and fires the question straight back at him.

“I don’t know, how are you?”

Peter almost sputters. “You think I’m pretty?”

Y/N arches a brow. “Do you think I’m pretty?”

He’s going to lose his mind. “Do you ever take things seriously?”

“Not if I can help it,” Y/N returns, “I thought that’s what we did around here. Made things up and had fun with it.”

“Only in the proper situations,” Peter mutters under his breath. Preferably, serious conversations could still be had in times of need, such as now, when he really needs to figure out if she likes him or not.

Y/N chuckles. “You look like you’re having a wonderful evening. You might want to smile every now and then, or our newest Lost Boy is going to think that we’re all boring and grim.”

Peter arches a brow. “I’m always like this. Don’t you remember that from when you arrived on Neverland?”

Y/N’s eyes warm with the memory. “Of course I remember. I think you threatened to kill me. It was a wonderful start.”

Peter does remember that, now that she brings it up. Perhaps it shouldn’t come as such a surprise that he’s struggling to let his feelings be known; he’s not exactly well known for his emotional outreach.

“Well,” Peter declares, “it worked for you, obviously, and it’ll work for the new kid. I, for one, am eager to see what he’ll bring to the rest of us.”

Y/N nods in agreement. “Just don’t get so attached to him that you forget about me, alright?”

The fire sparks nearby. The extra light casts Y/N’s face in sharper clarity, and for a brief moment, Peter realizes that she’s serious at last. The shadows come soon enough, of course, ridding him of this evidence in no time at all, but her expression is still burned into the back of Peter’s mind like a brand.

“I could never forget about you,” he whispers, “never in a thousand years. Perhaps even in a million.”

It’s getting dark by now, the night settling over them in great heaps of indigo and charcoal, but Peter swears he can still see a slow smile spread across Y/N’s face at his words. He might have a better chance at this than he thought.

Peter goes to sleep pleased with himself that night, but when morning comes, he can’t shake the belief that he made no real progress. The day comes and goes, bringing with it no sure signs that Y/N understood what he was trying to say. When Peter wakes up early the morning after that and sees Y/N along by the water’s edge, he all but jumps at the chance to talk to her alone again.

Y/N’s skipping stones as far as she can. The water is slow around here, less restricted by the tides. The bay opens up to the sea farther out, but right here, all is calm and bright. The sun is steadily climbing through the sky, setting a ripple of sparkles atop the blue of the water.

She turns to him with a smile when she hears him approach. “Thought that was you. No one else does the whole ‘ominous lurking’ thing like you, by the way.”

Peter snorts before he can stop himself. “That’s a terrible thing to say to somebody.”

Y/N chuckles. “Doesn’t mean it’s not true.”

She turns to pick up another pebble, hurling it as far as she can into the shimmering depths. Peter raises a hand to shade his eyes from the sun, and he can just make out where it lands on the horizon.

“I didn’t think you’d be up so early. We were training all yesterday, everyone else is still sleeping in.” He comments.

Y/N lifts a shoulder. “You’re not. Plus, I only get so many hours by myself around here. I wanted at least a few moments to myself.”

Peter freezes slightly, wondering if that’s a hint for him to get lost. Y/N gestures at him to join her, though, so she must not be including him in her wish for everyone else to keep their distance.

Peter picks up a smooth stone, tossing it up and down in his palm before sending it skipping across the surface. “I can’t blame you for wanting some time alone. The rest of the Lost Boys are a good bunch, but we spend a lot of the day together. I often walk by myself in the mornings, if you ever wanted a place to be alone with somebody else.”

He manages to tinge the offer with the faintest bit of hope, like the last of his spirit is bleeding out into the request. Peter doesn’t know how many more ways he can try to tell Y/N how he feels, but he’s running out of options.

Y/N puts down the rock she had just picked up, and turns to look at him in earnest. “If this is your way of asking me out, I think I’m going to need you to try a little harder.”

Peter stares at her. “What?”

Her voice, usually so light and carefree, is deadly serious. “I need to know how you feel, Peter. I’m sick of playing games or trying to figure each other out through extended hints and innuendos. If this is what you want, fine. I just need to know the truth.”

Peter feels floored. He’d thought he was being obvious, but Y/N looks like she hasn’t been sure of him for quite some time.

So, he nods, and does his best to give her some clarity. “I am trying to ask you out, Y/N. Honestly, I am. I know that I’m– difficult, maybe, or hard to handle, but it’s true. I want to be the closest person to you, closer than anyone else.”

The faintest of smiles is starting to slip across her face, warming her hesitant expression, giving new light to her eyes. Peter thinks he could watch that sort of transition like a sunrise, constantly seeking it out, always enamored to have it all to himself.

“So you really do like me, huh?” She comments, so unconcerned by the gravitas of Peter Pan himself falling for her.

“I do,” he says calmly, “but I don’t know how you feel. Tell me you love me, Y/N. I need to hear it just the once.”

He has always been one for theatrics, for showmanship, and he can’t resist now. Something about hearing her say the blessed words once and for all will finally let him rest.

Y/N seems to know this, and so she smiles and indulges him. “I love you, Peter. I have for quite some time.”

Just like that, he’s golden. Peter is used to his endless stretch of years and decades and centuries. He’s always had the Lost Boys, but now he has something better, someone even closer than those friends. He has someone to love, someone who loves him back, and that makes all of the difference.

ouat tag list: @lovesanimals0000, @amortensie, @lost-ender

#5k celebration #peter pan #peter pan imagines #peter pan x reader #peter pan oneshot #ouat #ouat imagines #ouat x reader #ouat oneshot #once upon a time #once upon a time imagines #once upon a time x reader #once upon a time oneshot #ouat peter pan #ouat peter pan imagines #ouat peter pan x reader #ouat peter pan oneshot

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Cursed Cards - Part I

So, on this blessed day (birthday of my beloved husband and wedding of an author I SO admire), I offer you a little gift.

Here's a commission by @sauroff for my very favourite boys!!! At the end of the small ficlet I've written for it, you'll find the extra Fingon-reaction-panel and the mini-comic I got (I am still screaming) on which I've based the last part of the story!!!

Cursed cards

Words: 1,21 k

Warnings: Russingon (which is a half-cousin-incest ship)

Context: This might be read as a snippet out of my many Modern!AU stories. Either way, Maedhros and Fingon did not know each other well when they were younger because of their fathers' strife.

“Ai Russo,” Fingon called from the door. “You won’t believe what just arrived.”

As he re-entered the room, he was brandishing a small rectangular piece of cardboard triumphantly; from his perch on the sofa, all Maedhros could make out was a cramped block of handwritten text followed by an eerily familiar, sprawling collection of signatures though.

“What do you have there?” he asked cautiously, craning his long, slender neck to get a better look at what he now clearly identified as a postcard of sorts. 

“Your mother has sent me a Christmas card!” Fingon whooped and threw himself on the sofa, the newly-obtained treasure protectively clasped against his broad chest. “And it is the best card anyone has ever received.”

At first, Maedhros was so elated to see his beloved brimming and gleaming with happiness at receiving a missive from Nerdanel that he almost forgot how mischievous his mother could be.

After a few seconds of Fingon cradling his precious card without making any move to share its excellence with him though, Maedhros was overcome by doubt and a terrible suspicion.

“What kind of card is it, darling?” he asked calmly, battling the frown that wanted to crease his smooth, pale brow.

“It’s a family picture,” Fingon said, his voice strained with the effort to suppress a merry guffaw. His eyes were glinting with boundless glee as if he was pondering an excellent joke his lover was not yet privy to.

Instantly, the smile on Maedhros’ face froze into a grimace of pure dread. She wouldn’t do that; his mother knew how much Fingon meant to him. She would never have risked exposing her oldest son to ridicule by digging out the worst holiday picture any family had ever taken.

“Show me!” he demanded shakily and gave a small cry when his worst fears came true. “Oh, no!”

As he tried to snatch the card away, Fingon threw himself around, shielding it with his very body and all but baring his teeth in a territorial frenzy. “No,” he grumbled, “you shall not have it.”

Just by the look on Maedhros’ face, he could tell that he’d destroy the missive if he could.

“Oh, how could she?” Maedhros exclaimed and curled up on himself. “We thought, we really believed, that we had destroyed every last copy of that accursed picture!”

“Why?” Fingon asked cautiously, still keeping his prized possession out of the reach of those terribly nimble and strong hands he so loved to feel on his skin. “It’s an adorable photograph…and you look glorious in it!”

“I…what?” Maedhros combed his fingers through his hair nervously; he was mortified at the mere thought of his dishevelled hair and the awful sweaters his parents had made them wear, so he didn’t so much as glance in the direction of the picture Fingon stared at as if it held every truth of the universe. 

“The twins were in the process of strangling me and scalping Káno,” he informed reproachfully. “Moreover, we had to take Moryo to the hospital. It was an awful night!”

Immediately, Fingon’s huge eyes turned compassionate, and Maedhros’ discontent was mellowed by the earnest empathy he read in them. “How come?”

“Moryo tried to wrench himself free and Tyelko toppled backwards over Curvo…” Maedhros rubbed his forehead with a long-fingered hand; in hindsight, he could appreciate how ludicrous this sounded and cringed. “Either way, Moryo then refused to let us see his hand, Tyelko had hit his head against the edge of a table, Curvo was no longer cackling but wailing. Even the twins stilled in their mayhem upon witnessing the chain reaction of disaster.”

When Fingon merely blinked, Maedhros sighed deeply. “They all still have the scars and, apparently, my parents do not think that reason enough to annihilate the incriminating evidence!”

Fingon had started caressing the picture with a tender fingertip, tracing those noble, gorgeous features he saw every time he closed his eyes; he was, of course, sorry that Fëanor’s children had paid this work of art with blood and tears, but he could not bring himself to truly regret their sacrifice.

“It’s fascinating,” he whispered reverentially, “to see that you’ve all made good on the promises of your childhood days.”

“I guess,” Maedhros agreed grumpily, “I am still awkward, Moryo is still ill-tempered, Tyelko is a savage still, and Curvo never stopped being a sneering pest.”

“I was thinking more along the lines of the prodigious beauty, valour, and strength of your line, but suit yourself,” Fingon laughed and nudged his head against the other’s sharp, bony shoulder. “I wish we had known each other back then!”

“I am glad we didn’t.” Maedhros grimaced in deepfelt embarrassment; he was convinced that his unusual complexion had not done him any favours back in the day. 

Nevertheless, his face softened as he finally looked upon the round, chubby faces of the brothers he thought of constantly – with equal measures of love and exasperation – and found that the memories of their younger days made him smile wistfully.

“I love it,” Fingon swore perfervidly, “and I love you!”

What else could Maedhros do but sling his arm around Fingon and press a kiss against that temple behind which his beloved would keep the memory of that darned picture forevermore, even if he managed to wrench the card from him and throw it into the fire?

“Don’t let Maglor see it though,” he mumbled insistently, “or Moryo. They hate it with a passion!”

All too soon, Maedhros understood that he might as well have saved his breath though as Fingon proceeded to carry the card on his person all the time.

More than once, Maedhros was fooled into believing that his lover had found some rare new treasure upon finding him gaping at something – evidently immensely precious by the look on his face – clasped in his hands, only to discover that it was the vexatious Christmas picture all over again.

Unfortunately, all his earnest endeavours to take it from Fingon ended in bitter defeats though.

“No way,” Fingon grinned as they companionably stood in Maglor’s living room, “I’m sending this to Ingoldo!”

With his impeccable sense of comedic – or tragic, depending on whom you asked – timing, Maglor suddenly appeared at their side to see Fingon gauchely trying to snap a picture of a postcard while swatting away Maedhros’ hand. 

“Nelyo,” Maglor squawked in a melodramatic voice, “please tell me it’s not that photo again!”

He recognised the colour scheme and the chaotic composition even without getting a good look at the object Fingon so ferociously defended from Maedhros’ half-hearted attempts at theft.

“The very same,” Maedhros huffed, “and – if we cannot dissuade him – Finno will make sure everyone with eyes to see will be made aware of our shame!”

Maglor pondered this for a second and then shrugged. “I look somewhat cute in it,” he declared in a regal act of grace, “and it’s – oh, so much – worse for the others, so…I shall condone the propagation of the monstrosity.”

Astounded, Maedhros merely blinked at this utterance; he had just lost a valuable ally.

“Also,” Maglor continued, his eyes glinting sharply, “I shall have my revenge. Charming a middle-aged lady into handing over pictures of her beloved children should be child’s play!”

Here are the promised extra artworks:

I hope you've all liked this, please give @sauroff a big round of applause for being delightful, generous, and absolutely lovely to work with.

As always, lots of love from my little person!

A hooray to love, to friendship, and to happiness. May December be good to you all!!!

-> Part 2

#writing #fanfiction #the silm #the silmarillion #russingon #maedhros #fingon #maedhros x fingon #maglor #the fëanorians #Modern!AU #Tyelko trying to eat Moryo #Curvo is laughing maniacally #sauroff #commissions #so much fun #stay tuned for part II

[january-summers]

I just made myself giggle, and I’ve decided to share why and make it everyone’s problem >:3c

I kind of have this crack treated seriously AU that’s been floating in the back of my brain on an off for a while and it goes like this:

The alpha team from PFL (plus who ever makes it funnier) end up in a simulation of what we might consider a modern au, or at least a sitcom america suburbia version of a modern au.

How? Uhhhh, they were exploring possible forerunner ruins and Santa’s cousin never finished their system set up so their trials are, uhm, whatever I need them to be.

Anyway, in suburbia land Carolina and York are the newly wed couple who have just moved into the area (or cul de sac, we can put them on a dead end street) which is densely populated by the other Freelancers.

Wyoming and Florida live together.

(So do Washington and Maine because I still ship it damnit!)

They start to realise none of this is real and that they’re trapped but all attempts to forcibly wake others or escape end in escapades.

So on and so forth, and everyone gets to (is forced to by the simulation which makes them think this is real life) use their pre-PFL names.

Now, not all of them have names which we know, some we often fill in with head canons or borrowed headcanons, like I picked up Mattias for Maine from a fic and it stuck in my head, and I like Kathrine (Kathy) or Caroline for Carolina but then I realised I couldn’t remember if I knew if York had a name or not.

And this is why I was giggling:

My brain threw out the option “Newton York.”

How do they get out of there? Either my best adult ass man boy Wash is able to notice some stuff and find Santa’s cousin and ask them to knock it off. Or after a series of hilarious hijinks the street finally makes it to the big local festival which they have to save from disaster (normal sitcom disaster like vodka in the free punch, missing decorations/leading act, a stolen prize winning plant/animal) and the credits roll on their season finale because all they had to do was make it there without anyone dying which almost happened.

Santa’s cousin was just bored and wanted to play Suburbs & Sitcoms, the lamest of D&D variations.

… also I kind of need most of the Freelancers to take a ridiculously long time to realise that Maine’s “housemate” David, is Washington because he doesn’t take his helmet off very often and they were all convinced Wash is at least 7 years younger than he actually is.

#rvb #red vs blue #january’s crack bunny problem strikes again #agent york #agent carolina #agent washington #agent maine #project freelancer

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

The belief that everyone would magically ship Zutara if it were canon and we wouldn’t have this ship war is ridiculous. I’ve seen reactors watching the show for the first time being like, “I really hope Katara and Aang end up together.” I’ve seen reactors dreading the idea of Zuko and Katara kissing by the end. I’ve seen reactors not caring at all during Zuko and Katara’s final emotional scene and instead being much more focused on Azula’s mental state. I’ve seen reactors confused about Zutara, being like “well what about Mai? Didn’t she sacrifice everything for Zuko?”

Yup, I remember plenty of reactors having to repeatedly tell people "No, we don't like Zutara, stop pestering us about it already."

One of said reactors had liked Kataang from day one, and right away there were always TONS of comments in his videos about how he'd "change his mind very soon." When he didn't, it became "Just wait for Ba Sing Se" - and naturally what happened was that he was invested in Aang's conflict over not wanting to have absolute power if it meant having to give up on love, and how Katara was utterly emotionally destroyed when he died, and then brought him back to life.

Zutarians were then SURE that book 3 would get him on their side then. Instead, he loved Zuko's romance with Mai, didn't get any romantic vibes from The Southern Raiders or Zuko and Katara saving each other, and cheered when Maiko and Kataang were endgame. And in a Q&A he did after finishing the show, he had to answer over and over that no, he did not get any Zutara feels, and obviously got more and more annoyed at people.

The REAL fun for me tho was seeing some Zutarians be shocked that a guy that was indifferent to both Kataang and Maiko HATED Zutara, and was way less patient than the first guy when they kept harrassing him about it, to the point that he full on said "If you ship Zutara, you're a fucking idiot." Naturally, they called him rude, conveniently forgetting that they pushed him to that extreme.

Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

#anti zutara

[istumpysk]

Operation Stumpy Re-Read

TWOW: Victarion I

My little airhead! ❤️

The Noble Lady was a tub of a ship, as fat and wallowing as the noble ladies of the green lands. Her holds were huge, and Victarion packed them with armed men. With her would sail the other, lesser prizes that the Iron Fleet had taken on its long voyage to Slaver's Bay, a lubberly assortment of cogs, great cogs, carracks, and trading galleys salted here and there with fishing boats. It was a fleet both fat and feeble, promising much in the way of wool and wines and other trade goods and little in the way of danger. Victarion gave the command of it to Wulf One-Ear. "The slavers may shiver when they spy your sails rising from the sea," he told him. "but once they see you plain they will laugh at their fears. Traders and fishers, that's all you are. Any man can see that. Let them get close as they like, but keep your men hidden belowdecks until you are ready. Then close, and board them.

Explain to me how somebody can be stupid when they're so clever in battle. Impossible!

Compare this to Barry's strategy: leaving the protection of the walls and running at them.

Barristan: 0

Vicky: 1

+.+.+

Free the slaves and feed the slavers to the sea, but take the ships. We will have need of every hull to carry us back home.

Victarion wants all the slaves freed, whereas Barry told his men spare them if you can. That's not good enough.

Barristan: 0

Vicky: 2

+.+.+

The warship and the cog parted ways. In the distance the rest of Victarion's famed fleet was raising sail. A ragged cheer went up from the crew of the Iron Victory, and was answered in kind by the men of the Noble Lady.

Nobody cheered for Barry.

Barristan: 0

Vicky: 3

+.+.+

Victarion had given Wulf his best fighters. He envied them. They would be the first to strike a blow, the first to see that look of fear in the foemen's eyes. 

Of course he did! A selfless king.

Meanwhile, Barry's monopolizing all the pit fighters, while simultaneously looking down on them.

Barristan: 0

Vicky: 4

It's a blowout.

+.+.+

All that was done and gone now, though. Victarion would have his due at last. I have the horn, and soon I will have the woman. A woman lovelier than the wife he made me kill.

I'm going to guess Victarion Greyjoy has narrow ideals when it comes to physical attractiveness.

Daenerys is currently emaciated, with minimal hair. I won't endorse whatever thoughts may cross his mind when he eventually sees her, but I can't promise I won't laugh.

+.+.+

Three of them, and strong ones. "Send them to my cabin. I'll want the priest as well." The oarsmen were all big. One was a boy, one a brute, one a bastard's bastard. The Boy had been rowing for less than a year, the Brute for twenty. They had names, but Victarion did not know them. One had come from Lamentation, one from Sparrow Hawk, one from Spider Kiss. He could not be expected to know the names of every thrall who had ever pulled an oar in the Iron Fleet.

Agreed! Ridiculous expectation. If they wanted to be known they should have considered being named Ralf.

+.+.+

Moqorro brought it forth, and the dusky woman lifted up a lantern to give them all a look. In the shifting lantern light the hell-horn seemed to writhe and turn in the priest’s hands like a serpent fighting to escape. 

See how quickly Vicky has Moqorro and the enslaved woman of colour cooperating?

Daenerys needs Vicky, like Jon needs Sansa.

+.+.+

"My brother found this thing on Valyria," Victarion told the thralls. "Think how big the dragon must've been to bear two of these upon his head. Bigger than Vhagar or Meraxes, bigger than Balerion the Black Dread." He took the horn from Moqorro and ran his palm along its curves. "At the Kingsmoot on Old Wyk one of Euron's mutes blew upon this horn. Some of you will remember. It was not a sound that any man who heard it will ever forget." "They say he died," the Boy said, "him who blew the horn." "Aye. The horn was smoking after. The mute had blisters on his lips, and the bird inked across his chest was bleeding. He died the next day. When they cut him open his lungs were black."

We have every reason to question whether Euron actually found this horn in Valyria.

A smile played across Euron's blue lips. "I am the storm, my lord. The first storm, and the last. I have taken the Silence on longer voyages than this, and ones far more hazardous. Have you forgotten? I have sailed the Smoking Sea and seen Valyria."

[...]

"Have you?" the Reader asked, so softly.

Euron's blue smile vanished. "Reader," he said into the quiet, "you would do well to keep your nose in your books." - The Reaver, AFFC

What I didn't notice until now is the striking similarities between the mute's death and when Melisandre killed that eagle.

The sound was shocking, ear-piercing, thick with agony. Varamyr fell, writhing, and the 'cat was screaming too . . . and high, high in the eastern sky, against the wall of cloud, Jon saw the eagle burning. For a heartbeat it flamed brighter than a star, wreathed in red and gold and orange, its wings beating wildly at the air as if it could fly from the pain. Higher it flew, and higher, and higher still. - Jon X, ASOS

x

His last death had been by fire. I burned. At first, in his confusion, he thought some archer on the Wall had pierced him with a flaming arrow… but the fire had been inside him, consuming him. And the pain… - Prologue, ADWD

vs.

All eyes turned toward the sound. It was one of Euron's mongrels winding the call, a monstrous man with a shaved head. Rings of gold and jade and jet glistened on his arms, and on his broad chest was tattooed some bird of prey, talons dripping blood.

[...]

It was a terrible sound, a wail of pain and fury that seemed to burn the ears. Aeron Damphair covered his, and prayed for the Drowned God to raise a mighty wave and smash the horn to silence, yet still the shriek went on and on. It is the horn of hell, he wanted to scream, though no man would have heard him. The cheeks of the tattooed man were so puffed out they looked about to burst, and the muscles in his chest twitched in a way that it made it seem as if the bird were about to rip free of his flesh and take wing. And now the glyphs were burning brightly, every line and letter shimmering with white fire. - The Drowned Man, AFFC

I don't know what this means.

Does the horn have something to do with R'hllor?

The sound it made … it burned, somehow. As if my bones were on fire, searing my flesh from within. - Victarion I, ADWD

x

"Here it says, 'No mortal man shall sound me and live.'" - Victarion I, ADWD

Looking back, this feels like R'hllor nonsense.

+.+.+

He brushed his hand across one of the red gold bands and the ancient glyph seemed to sing beneath his fingertips. For half a heartbeat he wanted nothing so much as to sound the horn himself.

Am I crazy, or does that read like the horn has a hypnotic grip on him?

+.+.+

Euron was a fool to give me this, it is a precious thing, and powerful. With this I'll win the Seastone Chair, and then the Iron Throne. With this I'll win the world.

Euron is a lot of things, but he's no fool.

He's never giving up the horn if it's in any way useful.

+.+.+

"Claggorn blew the horn thrice and died for it. He was as big as any of you, and strong as me. So strong that he could twist a man's head right off his shoulders with only his bare hands, and yet the horn killed him."

"Cragorn's died, you know."

"Who?"

"The man who blew my dragon horn. When the maester cut him open, his lungs were charred as black as soot." - The Reaver, AFFC

+.+.+

"It will kill us too, then," said the Boy. Victarion did not oft forgive a thrall for talking out of turn, but the Boy was young, no more than twenty, and soon to die besides. He let it pass.

Lol.

One day you will all come to realize Victarion is as entertaining as Cersei, and then you'll all owe me an apology.

+.+.+

"The mute sounded the horn three times. You three will sound it only once. Might be you'll die, might be you won't. All men die. The Iron Fleet is sailing into battle. Many on this very ship will be dead before the sun goes down – stabbed or slashed, gutted, drowned, burned alive – only the Gods know which of us will still be here come the morrow. Sound the horn and live and I'll make free men of you, one or two or all three. I'll give you wives, a bit of land, a ship to sail, thralls of your own. Men will know your names."

Does it actually need to be sounded three times? Is that written anywhere? Are we only doing that because Claggorn did?

+.+.+

"You will sail with me on Iron Victory," he told them, "but you will not join the battle. Boy, you're the youngest – you'll sound the horn first. When the time comes you will blow it long and loud. They say you are strong. Blow the horn until you are too weak to stand, until the last bit of breath has been squeezed from you, until your lungs are burning. Let the freedmen hear you in Meereen, the slavers in Yunkai, the ghosts in Astapor. Let the monkeys shit themselves at the sound when it rolls across the Isle of Cedars. Then pass the horn along to the next man. Do you hear me? Do you know what to do?"

As discussed in the previous chapter, without even factoring in how the dragons (or Victarion?) might react to it, there's a possibility this horn creates a lot of confusion and chaos.

"Listen for my horn," Ser Barristan told them. "If you hear the retreat, fall back. Our walls stand behind us, packed with Brazen Beasts. Our foes dare not come too close, or they will find themselves in crossbow range. If you hear the horn sound advance, advance at once. Make for my standard or the queen's." - Barristan I, TWOW

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They left him one by one. The three thralls, and then Moqorro. Victarion would not let him take the hell-horn. "I will keep it here with me, until it is needed." "As you command. Would you have me bleed you?"

Looks like Vicky has gone ahead with horn blood magic.

"Your brother did not sound the horn himself. Nor must you." Moqorro pointed to the band of steel. "Here. 'Blood for fire, fire for blood.' Who blows the hellhorn matters not. The dragons will come to the horn's master. You must claim the horn. With blood." - Victarion I, ADWD

Do you see how he won't let Moqorro have the horn? Something weird is going on, I can feel it.

If he can bleed, does that confirm he's not dead/reanimated?

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Victarion seized the dusky woman by the wrist and pulled her to him. "She will do it. Go pray to your red god. Light your fire, and tell me what you see." Moqorro's dark eyes seemed to shine. "I see dragons."

I see dead people.

Final thoughts:

That's not the end of the chapter.

(my phrasing) Thanks for clarifying, lol.

"My horn...dragons..." is giving this:

I fear my Vicky has done something terribly stupid.

It's okay, he'll be fine. Trust the process. Everything is going according to plan. Falling into molten rock with a ring, falling into the ocean with your brother ... same thing.

Next chapter: Tyrion I (summary #1, summary #2)

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[memaidraws]

9 for Viv n Gorts ~

Oh brah you know me too well! Write about your ship getting dressed up in fancy outfits together. 

"And you're sure this will work?"

"Doubting me already, dearest?"

Viveka scowled at her reflection in the mirror, eyes rolling as the Banite servants put the last finishing touches to the elaborate dress she was to wear tonight. "People can't be that stupid."

"You give people far too much credit."

Gortash walked over to the dressing table where Viveka sat, and the servants immediately cleared the way for him. He circled around her like a vulture, admiring the beauty before him. She was adorned with blood red rubies and glimmering gold jewelry, her face made up to be the very picture of elegance. Her shoulders relaxed when Gortash's hands rested there, his thumb drawing small, reassuring circles into her skin.

"You're to dress me up in this ridiculous outfit and that will convince that sniveling patriar to what? Sleep with you?"

"Precisely."

Viveka folded her arms across her chest and rolled her eyes. It would've been so much easier to just kill off the bastard.

"Jealous, dear?"

That scowl on her face deepened.

"Don't be." He let his clawed fingers brush through her dark, pin straight hair. "You enjoy a show as much as I enjoy performing."

"You could just say the word, Enver, and I will eliminate those closest to him, one by one, until only you could offer the protection he seeks."

"Have some imagination, dearest. Besides, I can't afford to scare him off. Not yet, anyway. Besides--" Gortash leaned down and placed a kiss on her temple. "People want what they ought not to have. When he sees you and thinks he could seduce me away from you? That's when the fun really begins."

A smile crept across Viveka's red-painted lips. "People want what they ought not to have?"

He knelt before her and took her hands in his. "My dear, that's why you're such an intoxicating prize." He brought her hands to his lips. "You can have your way with me later, but tonight? We each must play a part."

"Have my way with you?"

"Just say the word."

"Fine. While you're off having fun with a second-rate arms dealer, I'll be stewing in the corner, thinking of ideas."

"That's what I like so much about you dearest, never one to waste ambition. Now, let's finish up here. Can't afford to be more than fashionably late, after all."

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[madara-fate]

I haven't been in this fandom for years now, and i wanted to check out this again and wow, is still the same. I feel like, is okay if people don't like sasusaku, i can even see why (everything was wrapped very quickly at the end). But to say that real sasuke fans shouldn't support sasusaku, or that if you really love sasuke you should hate sakura is a reach. I understand if people think he was wronged by the narrative and he deserved better, but this fandom treats sakura worse than the villains. If sakura was really a bad person, sasuke would have just .... choose someone else. She was just in love with a boy who was really traumatized and in pain. She wanted the best for him, is not a big deal. Is sakura a flawed character? Yes, she is. But so is sasuke and i still love him because i can empathize with him and see how much he was suffering. They both have a lot of good and bad things. I also can understand if people don't like sakura, but why is her hate always about sasuke? "she should have moved on", "she abused him", "she doesn't deserve him". Like, why is bad loving someone.. everyone in naruto is allowed to not move on from someone, but she has to. For her character to be better, she needs to stop loving sasuke. The hate that sasuke get is from people who pretend they care/like sakura too. Like, is okay if people don't like the canon couples, that's totally fine. I'm not a fan with a lot of things after 699 either. But, the fact that a lot of people think that you can't be a real fan of a character because he ended up with someone you don't like is ridiculous. SS couldn't have happened and i wouldn't care, sasuke would still be happy with other person and i would be happy for him. That's all I ever wanted for him. Same with sakura. Can they just let it go? More than 10 years and fans have made it all about shipping. that's.... the only thing they care about. There's so much more about sasuke and sakura than them being a couple. I like them both, a lot, they are my favorite characters and I enjoy their dynamic, but seeing how people treats them makes me feel like staying away from this fandom was a good decision... sasuke and sakura relationship is actually wholesome... I don't understand why everyone is so obsessed with making them seem like they are miserable with each other? Is because they think they would have chosen someone better for them? As if sasuke and sakura didn't have other options , they just didn't want to.... idk i feel like people take this shipping stuff too serious. sasuke having a family again is nice :/ even sasuke fans trash him, "bad father", "bad husband", like damn, i thought yall liked him?, is really sad. Also, is like, they hate sakura so much they don't care if they also end up trashing sasuke in the way of it. Just because he is with someone they didn't want to doesn't mean he is unhappy , how miserable are they? The fact that sakura extremists have this same mindset and is because she just... didn't love naruto back? She didn't do what they wanted for her? That Kishimoto didn't make her say: "i'm going to beat sasuke up! i'm not the same anymore!" or some cringe girl boss shit?, as if sakura would ever do something like that to him. Some sakura fans dont even understand her character, they just use her for ships and sadly they don't understand sasuke either. And he is only a prize (this happens with every sasuke ship tbh). But is funny because... sakura also is a prize for a lot of shippers that hate sasuke. SS gets in the way of so many people.... maybe that's why they are so hated. man, sorry for the ranting but since 2014 they are on the same discourse.... like damn, this naruto shit was really serious after all lol ..After seeing all this i still don't think i could ever hate SS anyways... is the antis and their fans that actually suck.

A long rant, but yeah I can certainly see your points.

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[zukkaart]

For the ships prompts 5 and 14

Y'all are being Tyzula WHORES today (I love you anyway)

Couple #5: Ty Lee x Azula

Prompt #14: “You’re hurting me!”

For the prompt game!

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An untold meeting with the gaang, the Spring before Sozin’s comet

The three young women peered over a rock, the Avatar and his little group were seemingly setting up camp for the night.

“Alright ladies here’s the plan,” Azula side eyed them both as she spoke, “It seems like they each have tasks, we’ll wait for them to split up, then pick them off one by one,” The two women nodded in acknowledgment.

“Mai, take the water bending peasant, Ty Lee, you take the boy. The avatar is mine” With that, they parted ways.

~~~

Ty Lee crept along the tree line- staying silent and patiently waiting for the avatar and girl to leave.

“Okay, I’ll find something for us to eat, Aang do you want to get fire wood?”

“Sure thing Katara!” The Avatar zoomed off in to the woods, seemingly lifted by nothing. Ty Lee had never seen an air bender before- well- almost no one had nowadays. She was mesmerized.

Soon after the bender (Katara?) left as well. Finally.

Planting her signature dazzling smile she all but waltzed in to their camp. No need to be stealthy when her charms worked just as well.

“Hey cutie, long time no see,” She leaned over him where he knelt- laying out his sleeping bag,

“Aaah!” He yelled and turned around, reaching for that weird weapon he kept strapped across his back. She did always wonder what it was, it looked like someone attempted to make a sword, but did it very wrong.

Ty Lee danced around him casually as he tried to pin her down.

“You never told me your name cutie,” She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, he wiped it off but didn’t look entirely appalled. She noted that,

“It’s Sokka, water tribe”

“Well Sokka water tribe. I’m Ty Lee” she cartwheeled a safe distance away from him. “Nice to meet you”

“I wish I could say the same, what are you doing here? I thought you were after that pony tailed freak,”

“Oh we are,” She folded her arms behind her casually, Sokka held his…knife? In a defensive position, “But the avatar is an even better prize”

“We?”

“You think I’m here alone? I’m just the distraction silly!” Realization passed across the dark boys face, he turned on his heel to take off in the direction that the avatar left, but Ty Lee stepped in front of him. “I don’t think so Sokka,”

With a few quick jabs she disabled his dominant leg, he collapsed to one knee.

“Sorry about that gorgeous, I can’t have you interrupting her highness, can’t we just sit and chat?”

“In your dreams circus freak,”

“Yes,” She replied with a giggle, “since we’re here, why don’t you tell me what that is?”

“What what is?” He glanced at the blade still in his hand, “You mean boomerang?” She saw a thought pass across his features, and before she knew it- he threw it towards her. She simply side stepped and it missed her.

“Well that’s not terribly effective, is it? I expected more from the Southern Water Tribe” She taunted. What a ridiculous weapon. “But dont worry, you’ll get your leg back in a few hours. We’ll be long gone by then, but hey, if you’re ever in the Fire Nation look me up,” She winked

“Ty Lee!” Azula’s voice came from the edge of the woods. She ran up to her as smooth as ever. “The Avatar got away, I couldn’t follow him without setting this whole forest on fire, Zuko is too close- we can’t risk tipping him off,”

“Okay Azula!” But just as she turned to leave, the world went black

~~~

Azula watched in horror as that weapon the boy was so fond of came seemingly out of nowhere and slammed right in to Ty Lee’s back. She crumpled, blood quickly beginning to run down her back.

“Ty Lee!” Azula rushed forward and caught her before she could hit the ground, pressing their fronts together, The smaller girls head lolled on to her shoulder.

“Sokka!” The water tribe girl came rushing from the tree line, seemingly to her brother’s aid, but froze in her tracks when she took in the scene before her.

“Sokka, what did you do?” Katara had yet to fully grasp the reality of war, she of course wasn’t dumb enough to think they had never caused any casualties, but she did her best to avoid it when possible, and Sokka always made a point to shield her from the direct kills. So seeing this… she didn’t know how to react in any way other than her nature.

Katara took a hesitant step forward, reaching out a hand. “Azula I can help, please let me,”

“Get away from her!” Azula snarled, tears beginning to flow freely down her face. “Ty Lee, Ty Lee wake up!” She began to shout desperately. She reached for the thing sticking out of her back.

“Azula don’t!” Katara moved closer, something like genuine concern splayed across her face. “If you just rip that out you could hurt her more, even sever her spine. You could kill her,”

“She’s already dead!” Azula screamed, slowly losing grip on her rational thoughts,

“No. She isn’t, but she will be if you don’t let me help you,” Azula could do nothing but hold her friend tighter as Katara hesitantly inched forward. She brought water to her palms. Azula braced for an attack, but she couldn’t bring herself to let go of Ty Lee.

“I’m not going to hurt her,” Katara said, finally kneeling in front of her. The water tribe boy hadn’t moved behind them, she wasn’t unaware of him but she was too distracted to ponder too much why he wasn’t attacking. She took the small mercy from Agni as the water benders hands began to glow.

“What are you doing?!” Azula yanked her away, the water splashed around them,

“I’m healing her, please don’t move. You could make it a lot worse.” Azula was hesitant, but she would take any chance for her friend right now. Katara then grabbed the object in one hand, glowing water in the other. She slowly edged it out as she supposedly “healed” her as she went. Azula did her best to keep her breathing steady, which was surprisingly easy due to her training.

The object was finally removed, and a couple of moment later Katara stood and quickly backed away. “There, she’ll be fine,” Azula didn’t have to be told twice as she scooped the still unconscious Ty Lee in to her arms and sprinted back off in to the woods without even a word.

Once she deemed them a safe distance she fell back on to her knees, tears beginning to wane just slightly. She was still hopelessly worried, but she took solace in the fact that at least there wasn’t a weapon sticking out of her and the bleeding had stopped.

Still, she held Ty Lee in to her chest as tightly as she could, and began rocking back and forth and muttering, “please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead, please-“

“Azula?” Came a broken voice, the princess sucked in a sharp breath.

“Ty Lee? What is it? What do you need?”

“You’re hurting me”

Azula noticed her crushing grip and half-laughed half-sobbed in relief as she loosened her grip.

“For Agni’s sake Ty Lee I thought you were dead!” Once she was sure the little acrobat wasn’t in fact dead- her worry was quickly replaced with anger and frustration.

“What? Why? Were you… crying?” Ty Lee reached up from where she still laid in Azula’s arms to brush her wet cheek with the back of her hand.

“Yes you idiot! I thought I lost you!” Ty Lee should have been startled at Azula’s anger- but she was used to her concern coming out as aggression.

“Hey, I’m okay. I’m right here. I don’t know what happened- but I’m okay,” The next thing she knew- the princesses lips were on hers. She pulled away for a moment, “Now I’m really confused, what is happening right now?”

Azula huffed and rolled her eyes, “Just shut up,” Were Azula’s only words before her lips crashed on to hers once more

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Eeek! This one was definitely short and sweet but I kind of love it. I hope you do too!

Xoxo

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[multifanderwrites]

| Previous Scene- Torture |

[TW: Darth Vader behavior… as in, he’s definitely the asshole here. I’m, like, at the top of the list of people who will defend Anakin Skywalker to the moon and back but, uh… yeah, this shit’s fucked. He terrorizes a nine year old girl. Oh, also, Han Solo frozen in carbonite. *sigh* I’m so sorry for what you’re about to read]

{The Carbon Freezing Chamber}

(Darth Vader inspects the chamber) “This facility is crude, but it should be adequate to freeze Skywalker and Everdeen for their journey to the Emperor.”

(An officer enters) “Lord Vader, ship approaching, X-wing class.”

“Good. Monitor Skywalker and Everdeen, and allow them to land.”

(The officer walks away. Lando approaches) “Lord Vader, we only use this facility for carbon freezing. You put them in there, it might kill them.”

“I do not want the Emperor’s prizes damaged. We will test it… on Captain Solo.”

(Lando watches Darth Vader walk away. He’s certain that he’s got to do something. But what?)

{Bespin}

(In silence, Luke descends into the atmosphere. Katniss watches him as he flies: he looks just like Anakin from this angle. Oh god. What am I gonna do?)

{Carbon Freezing Chamber}

(Our group of captive characters are led by Boba Fett to the top of the platform. C-3P0 is on Chewbacca’s back) “If only you’d attached my legs, I wouldn’t be in this ridiculous position! Now remember, Chewbacca, you have a responsibility to me. So don’t do anything foolish!”

(As Darth Vader walks down the steps, he eyes Naomi. He still has the pipe cleaner that she left behind on Hoth. Han, in handcuffs, greets Lando) “What’s going on… buddy?”

“You’re being put into carbon freeze.”

(Fett walks over to Vader) “What if he doesn’t survive? He’s worth a lot to me.”

“The Empire will compensate you if he dies.” (Before the process begins, Vader has one more thing to do. With the purple pipe cleaner in his hand, he walks to Naomi. She trembles in fear of him… and this pleases him) “Oh. Am I not your comfort character?”

(The Doctor puts his arm around Naomi’s shoulder, pulls her to him protectively) “What do you think, my lord?”

(Naomi swallows the scream of terror threatening to escape her throat before she asks…) “What do you want?”

(Vader gives her the pipe cleaner) “You dropped this.”

(Naomi is stunned, but mostly scared. This has to be a trick of some kind. Peter, also very scared) “Just take it!”

(Making sure that she doesn’t touch his palm, Naomi quickly grabs the pipe cleaner from Vader’s hand. The minute she has the purple thing in her hands, she begins to stim) “Th-Thank you.”

“Do not lose it again.” (He turns his attention to Dorothy, who is- in case you forgot- nine years old. Vader gets on one knee [fffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccckkkkkkkkk!] and tells her…) “Your sister… will go in there. I want you to see what will happen to her when she comes out. For your father’s sake… don’t look away.”

(Sarah, very protective of her family, spits on Darth Vader’s helmet. As he stands, she looks him straight in the eye and says…) [literally inspired by what Amanda said in the nerd edition of Reading Reddit Stories] “You can walk into traffic.” [now, this is peak Madison McLaughlin in a CW show] “If that doesn’t work, go to hell.”

(Darth Vader is silent for a beat as wipes the spit from his helmet. Then… he grabs Sarah’s jaw harshly, causing her to yell in pain. But Vader is barely holding it) [is it because… family???? I’ll just leave it up to you] “The only reason you’re not dead… is because of your friend there.” (He glances at the Doctor) “Be more mindful of your behavior… vampire.” (He releases her jaw before turning to the Ugnaughts) “Put Solo in.”

(Chewbacca immediately begins to freak out, throwing three of the stormtroopers surrounding Han off the platform) *Han and C-3P0 respectively, overlapping lines* “Stop, Chewie! Stop!” “Oh, no! No, no, no! Stop, Chewbacca, stop!”

(The Doctor goes to hold the Wookiee back, but Naomi stops him. Still, the Doctor calls…) “Chewbacca, you have to stop!”

(Han walks up to his co-pilot) “Stop! You hear me?”

(3P0, really not liking his position) “Yes, stop, please! I’m not ready to die!”

(Chewbacca is still very upset and thrashing about… but Han is the only person who can get through to him) “Hey! Hey! Listen to me, Chewie.” (Chewbacca cries as he’s restrained by stormtroopers, and the crying gets worse as he’s cuffed. But he does listen to Han) “Chewie, this won’t help me!” (Another cry) “Hey. Save your strength. There’ll be another time.” (The stormtroopers walk away. Darth Vader, beside Boba Fett once more, watches Han say goodbye to his furry companion) “The Princess… you have to take care of her.” (At that moment, Leia walks over to the Wookiee. The rest of the group joins Leia in comforting Chewbacca) “And you’ve gotta take care of them too. They’re risking everything… for us. Don’t let that be in vain, old pal.” (A soft growl) “You hear me? Huh?”

(Another roar: I’ll protect our friends. Han and Leia look at each other… and in a moment of desperation, they kiss. But it’s over far too soon, for Han is pulled backwards by a stormtrooper. Leia watches her dashing space pirate get in place for the process that… might as well be his death. And what terrible timing, for the Princess of Alderaan has finally accepted the truth…) “I love you!”

(And, in true Han Solo fashion, the smuggler replies…) “I know.”

(As the Ugnaughts make their final adjustments, Han looks at each of his friends. The Ugnaughts are away within moments, allowing the carbon freeze process to begin. Even as the hydraulic platform begins to slowly lower into the chamber, his eyes remain fixed on the group… but especially Leia. It’s not until the steam comes out that Han is forced to close his eyes. Leia can’t watch this horrific procedure, buries her face in Chewbacca’s stomach. The Doctor keeps his eyes on Darth Vader, his anger burning like a star. Naomi and Sarah have to look away, even though they’ve seen this before. However, this is the real deal. It’s the other side of the screen… and it’s worse on the other side. Peter hugs Wendy, feeling as though he could be next. Dorothy is unable to look away… out of fear for her sister, and out of love for her father. Only one of these characters can’t see what’s happening here) “What’s going on? Turn around! Chewbacca, I can’t see!” (From above, a huge metal tong reaches into the vat- overflowing with steam- and pulls out the rectangular prison in which Han Solo has been frozen. The entire group can see the man’s face- eyes shut, mouth open in a silent scream- as the block is placed onto the floor next to the vat. A bunch of Ugnaughts come to ensure that the block of carbonite is secured. And, with a loud bang, they push it down onto its back. This allows the group to see what’s become of their friend Han Solo. Lando walks over, kneeling to inspect the status of his former friend encased in carbonite. Chewbacca turns slightly, allowing the droid on his back to see what’s happened) “Oh. They’ve encased him in carbonite. He should be quite well protected, if he survived the freezing process, that is.”

(Dorothy, having been focused on watching this process, is definitely traumatized) “Han.”

(Darth Vader is growing increasingly… impatient… concerned… who knows. Regardless, he speaks) “Well, Calrissian, did he survive?”

*I fucking hate my life, I’ve done awful things today* “Yes, he’s alive. And in perfect hibernation.”

(Vader turns to Fett) “He’s all yours, bounty hunter.” (He walks over to Dorothy, kneels to speak with her at her level) [dude… not cool. I know you’re in a ton of agony right now but this is fucked up. But oh well. Just Vader things- What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m so sorry] “Well? What are your thoughts?”

(Dorothy trembles… but musters up the courage to respond) “She’s going to hate it. She’s probably going to hate you.”

*mock 🥺… but maybe not so mocking? 🤷‍♀️* “And do you hate me?”

“What answer is the one that doesn’t kill me?” [these are things a nine year old should not be saying!!!!!!!!]

(Surprisingly not satisfied with the reply, Vader stands. He then turns to the Ugnaughts) “Reset the chamber for Skywalker and Everdeen.”

(Just in time) “Skywalker and his backer have just landed, my lord.”

“Good. See to it that they find their way in here.” (Lando walks to the group, takes Leia’s arm. She pulls it away from him, too fixated on the frozen state of Han) *Darth Vader OC* “Calrissian, take the Princess, her backer, the Wookiee and the other paradoxists to my ship.”

(Lando, shocked) “You said they’d be left in the city under my supervision.”

[hey. You said the thing. I hate you, but I love you. So much. HONEY!!!! WE SHOULDVE GOTTEN YOU THERAPY! 😭😭😭😭😭😭] “I am altering the deal. Pray I don’t alter it any further.”

(Vader starts walking away… but he turns back. The Doctor is the one he’s looking at. Silence before the Doctor says…) “You draw power from your anger and hatred. Well… so do I, in a sense. But what you really need to know… is that Katniss Everdeen… is better than you will ever be.”

(Darth Vader moves close to the Doctor… and purposefully messes up the red bow tie around the Time Lord’s neck) “Glad to know we can still agree on something… Doctor.” (And at last, Vader exits. Lando glances at Lobot, silently beginning to formulate a plan)

| Next Scene- The Fateful Duel and A Risky Escape |

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[amielxxxangel]

Random black phone head cannons

Ok so I just gotta explain, in my head canon they all didn’t die, they got kidnapped yes but the grabber kept them probably doing some fucked up shit that traumatized them and were able to escape in which they became a close knit group finding comfort with one another and end up moving with eachother. I ship them as a poly but this could also be platonic, whatever makes y’all comfortable!😊. Now ONTO THE THE HEAD CANNONS

Griffin still sleeps with a stuffed animal, his room is filled with stuffed nails from all sizes. His most favorite plushie is a Rolly poly plushie the boys got him for his birthday

Finney and bruce still practice baseball even though finney quit his team. he helps bruce practice because he knows how how much bruce wants to get into the big leagues

Finneys room is filled with galaxy posters small planets and rockets made out of cardboard hanging on his ceiling

Robin teaches the others taekwondo and karate to defend themselves. Bruce and vance pick it up easily, while finney griffin and billy struggle

Griffin does both ballet and gymnastic and whenever he has a show or competition the others make sure to come and watch

They also do the same for every game that Bruce has

Robin and vance spar with one another. They’d be outside practicing kicks, punches and blocking

Being the first three of the grabbers abductions vance, billy and griffin were inseparable after escaping is one was missing or they didn’t know where one was they’d freak out.

Griffin, being the first abduction went through so much and struggled the most once they were able to get out. It was so bad that the first few months if one of the boys grabbed him and he didn’t know who it was he would start to have a panic attack.

It got better but now the boys make sure to say something beforehand so griffin knows who it is.

They never leave robin and vance unsupervised, they just don’t if they do they’re either doing something illegal or kill themselves/someone.

Whenever Gwen comes to their house they let her do their nails and style their hair, they can’t say no.

Gwen, robin, and vance also have braid trains in that order.

They go to drive in moves every week using robins uncles truck.

They all take therapy after what happened with the grabber. Vance being the most stubborn and not really opening up while the rest work on their trauma.

Vance does get there eventually with the help of the others he opens up about his trauma from the time in the basement.

Billy was really insecure about the scar on his face, sometimes he’d look at the scar and start to uncontrollably sob it gets so bad that he wouldn’t notice the others trying to comfort him until he calmed down.

He now considers it a battle scar after the other reassured him how it makes him look strong.

Even though they all have their room they usually end up sleeping with each other in one bed.

It’d be robin and griffin in the very middle because they’re small then billy and finney and then Bruce and vance on the outside.

Finney and bruce are the main cooks of the kitchen they always make the best dishes for everyone.

Nobody lets vance be in the kitchen by himself he’s either burn the house down or make a dish that is utterly inedible.

If vance was very sure that he wanted to cook then have someone be with him usually Bruce or finney to help him because if not they would be eating burnt chicken.

Robin has a closet filled with bandanas it’s his most prized possession, he’ll know if someone took one of his bandanas.

Nobody bullies any of them for being gay or having a 6 way relationship because it has robin Arellano and vance hopper in it, saying or ridiculing the relationship the boys have is basically a death wish.

And nobody Bullies finney,bruce,griffin, or billy because of the same exact reason they their bfs are robin Arellano and vance hopper, if anybody did and those two found out they will double teamed.

Finney and bruce tutor the rest of the boys when they’re all struggling with school, they’d have a tutor session on the weekends if anybody needed help.

Vance is protective of all of the boys he just doesn’t admit to it to keep his bad boy act.

That’s pretty much it lol hope you guys liked these and I’m making more in the future😋

#the black phone #tbp #vance hopper #griffin stagg #billy showalter #finney blake #bruce yamada #robin arellano #they’re all in love #headcanon

[suugrbunz]

I’m so excited to see your ship request open again and that you’re feeling well enough to be back from hiatus! I’d love to request a MotA ship if you could.

I was born and raised in Illinois in a small farmer/coal miner community so while I’m Midwestern, I sound Southern (and use words that make others cringe like crick instead of creek). I have a bachelors and masters in military history (concentration in world war one and did a dissertation over tunnel warfare) but work in the customer service realm because I love helping others above all.

Others describe me as bubbly, level-headed, positive, caring, deeply loyal, and outspoken when I see something wrong - even if it gets me in trouble (ie: Steve Rogers getting beat up for standing up for others). While I’m quick to stand my ground and fight for others, I don’t do the same for myself. I am told I have the patience of a saint in dealing with Karen’s or ridiculous people, but I grew up in an abusive home life so I try to be patient and give people the benefit of the doubt.. then when they’re gone, roll my eyes at a coworker and lighten the mood with a joke or two. Like any Midwesterner, I love talking and chatting with others whether it’s something lighthearted or serious.

I grew up playing baseball and watching it (go Cardinals and Brewers!). I love the sport itself but it holds a special place in my heart because it was the only time my Dad, sister, and myself could get away from any troubles we were facing as a family. When it’s not baseball season and I’m not with my friends, I’m out doing some photography for fun, taking a walk, reading a book, playing a video game, or watching a TV drama like One Day or Downton Abbey.

Thank you!!

hi! thanks for sending in the desc. for the ship!! 🫶🏼 I ship you withhhh...

☆ Ken Lemmons ☆

i feel like you two would meet at a farmer's market, idk why but it makes sense? maybe he works at the farmer's market, gives you a really good deal because he thinks you're cute.

cuteness discount.

i feel like he's very smiley around you when you've first met because he's feeling a tad bit shy but its ok he'll get used to that feeling

you two chat for a bit, he asks what your plans are for the produce you're buying, etc

its honestly just a really pleasant meeting and then finally he just asks if you'd want to go to the county fair with him, as date

and that's your date, pure fun.

he tries to win prizes for you

and some kids that were having a hard time winning a game

so now you and some kids have cute stuffed animals

absolute win for everyone— you're happy, kids are happy, and he's happy to be able to make everyone happy.

ooo and the fair food

i feel like he'd accidentally spill his soda on himself

he is a little bummed as he wore one of his favourite shirts on the date but tries to laugh it off for the time being

after the date...he does not kiss you as he believes it's a bit too early for that.

the first kiss happens about two months after dating

he initiated

its a timid kiss ‹𝟹

hes very gentle tbh

he isn't 100% sure about kissing but when you start to kiss back his heart just explodes with joy !!

Song for you two; Lavender Girl by Caamp :)

#mota ships #masters of the air ships

[darklinaforever]

The problem with Alysm*nd is that the show might make it as some tragic love story as opposed to the book (and even there their stans argue it was all based on true love and shit) and make Alys a victim of her family and Aemond her savior. The thing is, even if she was indeed mistreated by her family like they claim, realistically she would still have absolutely no reason to get in bed with their murderer unless she had no choice but to do so. But who knows what the writers may decide to do. If they still decide to whitewash the greens I believe they will also make this ship more palatable. It's also very troubling that there are some out there who think Aemond was the victim all along. How? Yeah, she may have manipulated him but this happened only after he had taken her as his prize of war (and we know what this actually means for a woman in this context, never in the books was this term used to describe a consensual relationship) and she only did so in order to survive and eventually free herself from him. I imagine he must have deluded himself into thinking she fell in love with him and he with her considering he went into his fight with Daemon with full confidence that he was going to win, something that Alys surely encouraged by telling him he foresaw his victory. And to think how much greens romanticize this relationship and say things like "she was proud to have his baby" or "they're the healthiest relationship in F&B" (I also saw green fans saying this a while ago on twitter or reddit)...what's funnier is that if Daemon or any other man from team black had been the one to take a woman as his war prize the very same greens who are currently shipping Alysm*nd would've undoubtedly called it out for what it actually means for the woman but since it's Aemond doing it...it's a love story between a lowborn woman abused by her evil family and the handsome one-eyed prince who's rescuing her

Frankly, given how the series is about Aemond being a victim, I think there is more of a twist that makes him a victim of Alys' manipulation, rather than a romance. Especially if they decide to fully dive into the seeds they've ridiculously planted for a possible relationship with Helaena and Aemond... I swear thinking Aemond was in love with Helaena or Alys in the books is ridiculous. He got seduced by Alys because she was smart to ensure his survival after he took her as a prize of war and probably raped her. And there is no indication of Aemond's romantic affection for Helaena in the book, and the series, if it goes in this direction, will only offer a pale copy of Naerys & Aemon's romantic relationship. Coming back to Alysmond, I don't understand the romanticization of this relationship. This is simply inconceivable to me. And yes, as you say, if a member of the Black team had priced a woman as a war prize, they would have cried foul. Which is...well just the truth. Alysmond is interesting only in the sense that Alys leads Aemond to his death at the end. Any story trying to make it into a grand romance is ridiculous. Also, this tendency of these people to try to make Aemond morally gray or outright calling him anti-hero makes me laugh. Basically, they want him to be Daemon. Because in case these people have forgotten Daemon is the gray character, the ultimate anti-hero of the story. Aemond is meant to be the opposite (negative) of Daemon. Not the opposite. Literally Daemon is a protagonist / anti hero and Aemond is an antagonist / villain.

#fire and blood #grrm #grr martin #george rr martin #anti hotd #anti house of the dragon #hotd #house of the dragon #anti aemond targaryen #anti aemond stans #alys rivers #anti alysmond #anti helaemond #helaena targaryen #anti team greens #anti greens stans #anti greens #team blacks #pro team blacks #daemon targaryen #pro daemon targaryen #the rogue prince