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ellecdc · 1 month

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Dude, I don't know why I am asking this. But do you think poly moonwater will choose to be child free? I do think so. I mean, regulus past story and remus fury problem, I don't think they'll want kids at all

But if reader accidentally gets pregnant. Do you think they gonna keep their distance an arm lenght? I mean, I remember in the book remus trying to leave nymphadora who's pregnant at that moment (or is it after she gave birth? Can't really remember) by trying to help Harry looking for the idk the name of it, voldemort collections?

oooouuuu this is a fun question! thanks for asking; and I think that happened before teddy lupin was born and they were searching for Voldemort's horcruxes! - also, in regards to canon, I think the reason remus felt willing to take off was because he truly was sort of all alone: no parents, no siblings, no family, no friends. Plus society constantly shitting on him, plus there being a war etc etc, he felt very desperate and didn't feel like he could handle being responsible for nymphadora and a child

But of course since WE DON'T LIVE IN A WOLD WITH VOLDEMORT OVER HERE 🙃🙃🙃🙃 I think this is a valid question

(my answer is going to be SFW until the page break below - I will put warnings ahead of time for minors)

My answer would be yes, I agree that Regulus and Remus would perhaps wish to be childfree. Like you said, Remus feels like society views him as a stain and he wouldn't want to pass that legacy onto a child (biologically his or not), and he also wouldn't want to put a child through the pain of seeing their father suffer through every lunar cycle. Regulus had a horrific childhood and would be very scared to be anything like his mother or father, and I kind of see him as this guy who really doesn't know what to do with kids...he never had a childhood really, and never was around other kids until he was at Hogwarts, and by then he was right traumatized soooo yes I agree, he would be worried about having children.

As for our darling reader finding out she was pregnant? I have some thoughts on that.

I think Regulus has a deep rooted sense of duty and loyalty to his people, and ultimately, Remus and reader would be his people. Even if he hated the idea of reader being pregnant/having his child, I think he would shove that down so deep and just completely take on this role he never really wanted but hey, he's here now and he's going to do what he has to do. It was why he ended up in Slytherin (duty/loyalty to his family), and it was why he took the dark mark (duty/loyalty to his family). He took the mark because he believed that to be his role, his job in life - and if reader ended up pregnant, well, that was his duty then.

I think Remus would be a wild card. Remus never had a proper childhood either; he had to grow up really fast as he was bitten at only 4 years old. This means for as long as he can remember, he's been a werewolf. He didn't get to attend school (due to injuries/pains, scars, unexplained absences etc), he never had siblings, and he couldn't play with the village kids. So not only does he not necessarily know what to do with kids, I think he'd still have some of those "the kid would be better off without me, I can't curse another life to me and my lycanthropy) BUT I think he'd have been around Harry and loved that kid so damn much, and he'd have his friends and loved ones to help him come to terms with it.

This could be a cute fic request.

now.....as for the NSFW stuff (18+, minors don't look down here)

I have this headcanon that pureblood's have a breeding kink....they were literally bred, born, and raised to carry on the bloodline and produce heirs - so I don't think Regulus was fucking innocent in that conception LOL he would have been very excited thinking about spilling inside of reader and getting her knocked up.

in a similar vein, I also believe that there is a primal side of Remus with his lycanthropy which would ALSO support a breeding kink - truly fucks like an animal tbh and gets so turned on at the thought of filling reader up

okay sorry for being a dirty horn dog thanks byeeeee

#ask elle #marauders headcanon #regulus black #remus lupin #moonwater #moonseeker #poly!moonseeker #poly!moonwater #ellecdc fics

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maranull · 9 months

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Melina theory

I realised that while I've been rotating her character in my head on the daily for a year straight, I haven't actually wrote a proper theory about her. So I'm remedying that fact.

What we know from canon:

Melina is Marika's daughter.

Was born under the Erdtree.

Was given a specific purpose by her mother (Marika).

Wields unknown Erdtree incantations.

Wields the Blade of Calling.

Her moveset is very similar to that of the Black Knives, down to how she runs.

Holds/Held the title of the Kindling Maiden.

Has no body.

Her spirit form is filled with burn scars.

Can't move away from Torrent outside Leyndell.

No character mentions her existence.

At the FF ending, her right eye fades and her closed eye opens.

What I think it's safe to assume:

Melina is part of the three youngest demigods. All three of them have butterflies associated with their specific powers/characteristics. And their names follow the same pattern the Carian trio of demigod kids have.

Had some training under the Black Knives.

Has great knowledge about Marika's speeches and intentions towards the world and her children. In other words, she spent some time close to Marika.

The purpose she resolves towards, after we get her to Leyndell, is that the world requires repair, and for Death to become part of life once more.

She deeply loves the world and the creatures in it, despite the current state of it.

At the FF ending, her right eye turns blind and the left one looks very similar to the Beast Eye we get from Gurrang/Maliketh. At that point, she has taken control of the Rune of Death.

Knowing the above, there are some questions that arise.

Question no1. What was the purpose she was given by her mother?

I think it was the same as the one she resolves at while in Leyndell. Her first title was that of the Kindling Maiden, as per the Blade of Calling's description. (x) And Enia notes that to burn the Erdtree we need to "...find kindling." and that "...a sacrifice is needed. Of one who envisions the flame." (x)

I don't think the repeated use of the wold kindling is to be ignored here. Even Melina herself refers to her ability to be just that: "Think not, of the kindling. I shall see to that..." (x)

At the start of the game, when she's on her own (part from Torrent) and having no one to take the throne after she burns the Erdtree, she has become uncertain that her purpose is true. Having the Tarnished and seeing that to get to Marika the Erdtree must burn, she resolves into following her original purpose, but now on her own volition. Possibly adding her own desire that true Death returns to the Lands in the upcoming era.

Question no2. Why is she burned and bodiless?

I had my own theory for a while, but since then I've read one that I agree much more with, so I'm only writing that. The theory I've read and adopted, is this:

As the kindling maiden, she was birthed/created to burn the Erdtree. That's something that the Golden Order wouldn't take kindly on. The theory goes that she was found by the magisterial officials of the Order, was arrested and then burned as punishment. This is based on where we find the Blade of Calling and on the fact that an Official's Attire is found right outside the room. And if the timeline of Melina's burning coincides with Godwyn and Ranni's "deaths", that gives even more reason for Marika to straight up shatter the Elden Ring instead of slowly trying to subvert the Greater Will.

Question no3. What's her connection with Destined Death/The Rune of Death?

Really not that much. She mentions Destined Death/The Rune of Death thrice, with only once actually having it in her possession.

"I have long observed the Lands Between. This world is in dire need of repair... and Death...indiscriminate..."

As Marika removed the Rune of Death from the Elden Ring, true Death is missing in the Lands Between. This first time Melina refers to Death, it is as something that's missing and needs to return to the world. (x)

"The one who walks alongside flame, Shall one day meet the road of Destined Death."

Again, this mention of Destined Death doesn't relate to her. The Tarnished is the one that actually meets Destined Death, i.e. Maliketh wielding it. So I think it's safe to assume that the "flame" is herself, especially with all her connections to fire (her being "kindling", the butterflies, her burn scars). (x)

"Lord of Frenzied Flame... I will seek you, as far as you may travel... To deliver you what is yours. Destined Death."

Finally, this is the only time Destined Death is in her possession and actually connected to her character. (x) And I believe it's safe to assume that the Beast Eye she now has is used as the catalyst for it.

To summarise, her connection to the Rune of Death/Destined Death is that she wants it returned to the Elden Ring and that she takes and wields it at the FF ending.

Question no4. What's up with her eye tattoo?

This is purely speculation, but I think it's a type of marking that all Demigod spirits have. This is solely based on the fact that Ranni has a similar marking. They are the only Demigod spirits we meet and that relation is all we really have without going into headcanon territory.

It has been suggested that the markings are the same with the Beast Eye, but the Beast Eye "scars" are three curved lines, with one of them breaking into two at the end. Melina's tattoo has the additions of a horizontal line cutting them and another anchoring line passing over her eyelid and ending close to her nose.

Question no5. Why does she have Torrent? And why does she need him to traverse the Lands outside Leyndell?

I think Torrent was given to Melina by Miquella, when the later settled down at the Haligtree and didn't have a need for a horse anymore. (I also believe Ranni was given the Spirit Calling Bell for the same reason.)

Torrent is a "spectral steed". Both a spirit himself but also somehow able to transport other spirits or spirit-adjacent forms, such as Melina.

As to why she can't leave Leyndell on her own, I think all spirits are restricted from going too far from their place of death. Lattena and Aurelia both need us to transport them where they need to go, and Aurelia was already traveling with Roderika before we took her.

To summarize:

Melina is Marika's daughter, sister to Miquella and Malenia, born/created to burn the Erdtree, trained by the Black Knives and hidden from everyone. Before finding the Tarnished, she roamed and curiously observed the Lands Between. Her goal, after we get her to Leyndell, is to fix the current state of the world and to return Death to the Lands Between. In order to do that, she resolves to do what she was made to do — which is to burn the Erdtree — but this time of her own volition.

I tried to steer clear of pure headcanons, but yeah. This is how I see Meli in game.

Also, I'm mentioning this cause I know I'll have to deal with it otherwise: I'm aware of the GEQ theory and it does not interest me. In case anyone had a point to make about that, don't take this the wrong way, but feel free to make your own post and leave the GEQ out of mine.

If I figure out anything else, I'll add it with reblogs.

Thanks for reading all of this!

#elden ring #melina #melina adoring hours again

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dunmeshi-darlings · 27 days

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Hewwo! So, I'm still thankful for the reincarnated s/o request.

If it's okay, may I please request a continuation? Reincarnated s/o reuniting with his and Marcille's kids?

Scenario: Marcille calls all of her kids, who were out in the world doing their own things, for a family get-together. Then, when they all show up, she surprises all of them with "Someone who you all loved just came back from the dead," then she brings in s/o who is a bit awkward since he still doesn't remember his past life, including his children.

sorry its been a bit since ive answered asks, been tired after my work lately and i dont want these imagines all you good people enjoy to suffer for it.

Even though you didnt remember marcille there were little things she did that felt like deja-vu. The way she moved her hair behind her ear, the way she would hold her drinks, all the little details feel so familiar. But all in all you still dont remember her.

It hurt marcille that you werent remembering all of your lives together, but the fact you were having deja-vu about little details here and there gives her hope. One day she asks you a question. "would you like to meet our kids? there all grown up now and wold love to see you again." you open your eyes wide, she hadnt said you two had kids together. It does make sense with how badly she reacted when you didnt initially remember her. After some debating you agreed to it, part of you was curious.

after some time all of them arrive. "Children, I found your fathers reincarnation...However he doesnt remember anything but he is having some moments of deja-vu. Im hoping this meeting may spark some more memories" Marcille says to your kids as she ushers you over, as you look them you definitely can see the resemblance to the two of you. It was so strange seeing these people who were apparently connected to you in such a way.

Some of them hug you tightly, saying how good it is to see you again. Some of them have tears falling from there eyes. Others however take a more measured response and say its nice to meet you, asking if you remember anything and how its been being with mother again.

As you look at each of them you cant help but feel happy, sure you dont remember them but you cant help but feel a connection to each of them, and a strange sense of pride and love towards each of them. You were happy to see they were all doing so well and were happy and were glad to have met them in this life.

#dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi x reader #marcille #marcille donato #marcille x reader

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shrikeseams · 1 year

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Thinking about Tree-lit eyes, and playing with the idea that it wold change/illuminate the eye color itself. Like say, if Idril and Maeglin both have the classic Finwion gray eyes in technically the exact same shade, except Idril has treelight in hers. Like the effect of light retracting through a cut gem or shining through stained glass, giving the effect of a much lighter/brighter shade. Thinking about the children of Exiles, who will never have eyes the same shade as their parents, even if biologically they actually do.

#Tolkien

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soraviie · 1 year

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Hmmm I have an idea for MTL: MTL feel left out/upset if you do something without him / without telling him - nothing bad, just like, eg. at 2pm in the afternoon while he's at work you randomly decide to shave your head or get a puppy and don't tell him til he gets home (who would think of it as a fun surprise, who'd be 'you could have warned me, you know I don't like surprises', and who would be like 'why didn't you tell me you wanted to do this, we could have done it together').

JIMIN — perhaps a predictable one but you can't tell me who wouldn't. Probably wold be standing in a doorway, tapping his foot and sulking.

"What part about we're a couple, do you not understand?"

"It's not even that seriou—"

"I am you. You are me. Understood?"

His eyebrows come to knit together in order to portray a nearly unified line of discontent as his cheeks expand in an insulted pout.

"Yes, sir," with a sigh, you relent.

NAMJOON? — I don't know why but I'd feel like if it's a decision that would impact his life, no matter how inadvertently he'd like to know. If it's would be like what kind of dress you should buy or whether to get a new DLC for your favourite game, he wouldn't care but he would care— ok, lemme just explain. I feel like if you lived separate he wouldn't be as upset. Show him your new dog?

"Oh, you've got a pet...You sure you have the time to take care of them?"

Shave your head? Sure, he'd do a spit take and stammer throughout it but he'd be chill.

"O-oh, you're- you're...without hair! That's...I mean you look great!"

"Joon, you don't have to fake it."

But if you'd live together, I feel like he'd get more upset? In a way, merging your lives together means you debate things more. I don't think Namjoon really likes surprises at home, 'cause it's supposed to be his steady rock and you along with it, so he wouldn't appreciate not having a conversation even if it's a passing one.

TAEHYUNG — I feel like he'd be on the fence about this. Depends largely on what the surprise is and truthfully what his mood is that day. If it'd be a new haircut, he'd hype you up but if it'd be like "let's fly out to meet my parents" he'd sit there like:

"Yeeeeyy, how great." For large things, like changing apartment interior, going away for a couple days, travelling or changing jobs he'd be a bit sulky but largely he'd just hype you up.

JIN — would tease you about doing something, especially, if you'd buzzy your hair (he'd be such a meanie about it T-T calling you egghead for days) but he wouldn't prohibit you from doing so. As long as you don't leave home, come or go somewhere in the middle of the night (I feel like that'd be a rule for both of you. Sort of like "you can go wherever you want just tell me where and when are you coming back") he's okay with it. He might pretend to be disapproving of a pet at first but he'd totally be like that one "dad and the dog" meme.

HOSEOK — our king of green flags. Would actually love if you'd be that kind of person who could go along your wishes and not need to consult anyone about it. I feel like he'd like a certain degree of mutual independence. Yes, you're together and you love each other very much but you've got your own lives and sometimes one just has to do what they feel like it that day. Regardless, he would wholly support you and be a phenomenal hype man, well, until it's a thing that ends up with you getting hurt, he's not fond of that.

JUNGKOOK — You'd place him higher wouldn't you? But...Jungkook is spontaneous himself. If he wants to shave off his eyebrows at 2:30 in the morning, he will so in that way he sort of can't really get mad at you for doing the same thing. Without a single thought in his head, he would say yes if you asked to join. Help you dye your hair in the sink? Sure. Go out and eat some ice cream and children's playground? Sounds good but if you want to do it alone, he doesn't put much fuss. Though obviously he doesn't like you going around at night.

"I got hungry and you were still at work," you weakly defend, twirling your thumbs. Seeing the number of phone calls, reaching double digits, you felt a sickly feeling fester in the pit of your stomach. And yes, it also just could be that 24/7 shop hot dog but coming home to a genuinely distraught Jungkook pacing around the room, certainly did not help.

He heaves a pinched sigh, the space between his eyebrows etched with deep wrinkles.

"I'm not mad at you," he says, both hands on his hips. "But...world is dangerous. You know that, right?"

"Of course, I do."

"Just...just take Bam with you if you go out."

YOONGI — It's not that he doesn't care, he does! but it's still your life. So as long as you don't force him into plans, you answer all of his calls and don't literally leave the country, he's okay with supporting you from the side. He trusts your judgement, in that way. Even if you would change your job , he wouldn't make a scene. At most his eyes would widen, for example, if you visit his studio with an impromptu tattoo all over the arm.

If he thinks something is not a good look but you're beaming with all the world's joy, at most he'd just drawl cautiously:

"Are you...ssuuuureeeee about that?"

"Yeah," you grin broadly at him and a part of him melts as you do. "Isn't it great?"

"Sure, of course," he's quick to agree, nodding along with the lies. "It's your life. Do what makes you happy."

#bts mtl #bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts fluff #file.mtl

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garcia-flynn-deserved-better · 7 months

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It's the start of day 5 of what has been happening in Palestine .

I have seen more and more people in Gaza saying that they no longer have hope. Families are all sheltering in one place so that if they go they all go together so that they do not have to feel the pain of having to go on alone. People are using the last bit of electricity they have left to say goodbye to their loved ones, telling them that it's different this time, that they don't think they will get out of this alive.

Palestinians in my experience are some of the most resilient and courageous people on earth, they have endured decades of oppression and deplorable living conditions with total impunity for their occupier and even total support and sympathy going not to them, the oppressed, but to their oppressor, Israel. And despite all of that they have stayed strong, they have not given up hope that someday they will live to see a free Palestine.

But now, those same courageous people no longer see an end to these atrocities, they have resigned themselves, they will be killed.

Israel will kill them as it has killed so many of their brothers and sisters. Israel will exterminate them.

And the western world will watch and let it happen. And the western wold will send weapons, and humanitarian aid to Israel. And the western world will tell those brave citizens in Gaza: "You deserve what is happening to you. You deserve to be starved, denied water and fuel and electricity, you deserve to be caged, you deserve to be bombed, you deserve to be killed."

The western world will see the bodies of the children of Gaza and they will not care. Because they never have and so they never will. They will not bat an eye as everyone down to the last child in Gaza is killed.

And years later, when the bloodthirst will have faded, they will look back on their actions during this genocide and they will say that it shouldn't have happened. That they should have known better.

But we do know better. We know what they're doing, and we're hopeless to do anything about it.

#free palestine #from the river to the sea #gaza #palestine #ya rabi please #please protect the people of gaza ya rabi #i am so heartbroken #i cant sleep.

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raayllum · 11 months

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i’ve talked about stories Choosing to create malevolent (magic corrupts), neutral (magic is a tool and good or bad depends on the user), or benevolent (magic renews/is sustainable/low cost) magic systems, or subsets, but i really think in TDP’s case, the people who cannot accept that yes, it doesn’t matter how many regulations there’d conceivably be, dark magic is bad, is like

a massive red flag of “i didn’t read and/or understand the Story Contract i was signing”

cause like, I’ve been playing “tears of the kingdom” a ton this week, and the game is effectively using dark magic; you kill mindless ‘monsters’, slap their body parts onto your weapons and shields to use in other battles, or make potions and shit. now TOTK (or indeed “breath of the wild”) isn’t interested in the ethics of this. it’s a game mechanic, monsters are spawns of the villain, they don’t seem to be any more sentient than animals, and they will attack you if you don’t attack them in most cases. this is an example of a game having a ‘magic system’ if you will and going “this is neutral, if not good, because of the positioning of the game’s morals and narrative.”

TDP is not that. it has never been that. it will never be that. it has a similar magic system, yes, but dark magic actively weakens the user the more they use it. it takes from creatures that are on a ‘human level of intelligence’* (*whatever people have historically decided that to mean is a slippery slope, as we know) with cultures and world views and a range of thought. it’s not sustainable, it’s not neutral. it is actively harmful to both the caster and just about everything it uses for spells, and it can use everything for spells, being a personal moral free-for-all for each individual mage. just a candle and viren’s smoke magic was able to use the assassin’s remains (and souls, implied by through the moon) to wreck international havoc.

TDP’s story contract uses dark magic to explore the corruptive force of power and desperation. to ignore that is to completely disengage with everything the story tries to explore with its magic systems and its mage characters; if you act like it should all be sunshine and rainbows, you completely de-fang every character that is tethered to dark magic, and reduce them to pointless husks.

TOTK/BOTW isn’t wrong for its more neutral/positive leaning state. it wanted a more neutral/positive leaning magic system for its game play. but TDP also isn’t wrong for having a malevolent magic system. it’s a Chosen Feature, not a bug or a flaw.

you may not agree with dark magic’s in-universe foundation (humans were backed into a corner, yes, but we’ve known they can have access to primal magic for 3+ seasons now) but that’s what you signed on for. it’d be like complaining that the main characters are children when it’s a kid show, or that a fantasy series has magic at all. it’s in the story’s Contract. if you don’t like it, go find other stories with magic systems you groove more with; i promise they exist, and everyone wold probably be happier if you did, yourself included

#dark magic #tdp #clowns on this post will get blocked #that said i do think i have just about every DM stan like this pre-emptively blocked so #fandom nonsense #insp by convos with thrandilf #in a good way <3

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mary-tudor · 10 months

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•Studying the demise of a prince: the death of Arthur Tudor, Prince of Wales.•

“Arthur's return to Ludlow as a married man with his wife beside him was a cause for celebration. Feasts, festivals and entertainments supplied plenty of scope for the renewal of old relationships and the building of new ones. The early spring of 1502 was surely one of the most joyous times of Arthur's life.

It was possibly a high-point for King Henry. He was drawing up plans to deal with his latest rebel, the Earl of Suffolk, but even worries about another Yorkist claimant might not yet have diminished the shine from the success of his alliance with Spain and the ceremonies that cemented it. Whatever spectacles unfolded are hidden from us by a lack of evidence, however, and the first indication that they had reached Ludlow was the notification of Arthur's illness and death at the start of April.

Detail about the cause of Arthur's decease is imprecise. This results partly from the vagueness of medical knowledge available at the time and the fact that the information comes from commentators on the social side of courtly life and not from within the medical circles that attended the prince when he became ill.

The author of the best source, the record of Princess Catherine's arrival, was not at Ludlow and had not had a chance to talk in detail to those that had seen the prince during his very rapid decline.

It is in the record of the king's reaction to the news of his son's death that we get a deeper sense that this record was written by an eyewitness. It does also supply impressive detail on how much Arthur was loved by his parents.

The prince died on Saturday 2 April 1502 at Ludlow, between six and seven o'clock in the evening. His chamberlain, Sir Richard Pole, assembled Arthur's council and drafted letters to the king and court, then at Greenwich Palace. (…)

Henry VII's councillors received the letters first and, armed with the dreadful news, sent for the king's confessor, an observant friars.

The councillors asked the confessor to give the news to the king, in expectation that he would need much personal and spiritual comforting. On the Tuesday following Arthur's death, 5 April, the king was awoken earlier than usual and the confessor asked everyone else to leave the chamber.

After introducing the most painful subject with the Latin phrase, 'If we have received good things by the hand of God, why should we not receive evil?’, he then broke the news that Arthur had died.

Henry immediately sent for the queen so that they ‘wold take the peynfull sorowes togyders’. The writer of the account must have been on hand within the household, since he heard Queen Elizabeth's words of support to her husband.

The arrival of an express rider from Ludlow would certainly have drawn attention as the household staff of Greenwich Palace rose as part of their daily routine of service to the king and queen.

Elizabeth was recorded as explaining how the realm remained safe in King Henry's hands and how although he had been an only child he was preferred by God into the estate that he now enjoyed.

Their other children, Prince Henry and princesses Margaret and Mary, were healthy and preserved by God, and both she and the king were young enough to have more children, if it were God's will that it should be so.

She then comforted the king and was thanked for her loving words. When she returned to her own chamber, however, she was overcome with emotion:

[the] natural and moderly remebraunce of that great losse smote hir so sorrowful in the hert that those that were abought her were fayn to send for the Kyng to compforte her.

The king then came ‘of true, gentil and feithfull love’ without being informed of his wife’s distress. It was his turn to offer words to alleviate her pain as they both struggled for enough composure to give thanks for their son’s life.

This evidence offers one of the few instances of everyday human emotion apparent in descriptions of the life of Henry VII and Queen Elizabeth. These powerful hints of heartfelt feelings and humanity in the personality of the king are important reminders of just how incomplete is the evidence used by modern scholars to judge personal characteristics.

The king is often identified as cold and remote, but this is to judge him on evidence of how he governed and defended his throne. Those type of records would seldom reveal anything substantial on the private nature of a monarch that lived over 500 years ago.

If we do see a little more warmth and concern in Henry's actions, then it is natural to think that some of those traits would have been passed on to his son - especially in the period of intensive contact that father and son experienced in October and November 1501.

Royal children were seldom brought up in close proximity to their parents, and were particularly remote from their fathers. For Henry and Elizabeth, the difficulty of sending their first child into the care of other people, miles from wherever they spent time, was surely one of the more harrowing decisions of their lives.

At the time that decision was made by Henry VII and his wife, the regime was continually beset by plotters and enemies intent on pulling Henry VII from the throne.

King Henry saw Arthur's departure as essential to the sustainability of his family's ongoing rule. By separating the king and his heir, Henry was following a recent tradition among English rulers.

In the circumstances of his accession, however, it was more of a risk since the loyal core of Tudor friends and allies was so small. The regime's opponents were already seeking to make traitors of those Yorkists that had lent Henry VII their military power and service since 1485.

(…) It is also unclear if the prince's household suffered many other deaths at that time. All of the chief officers in the prince’s service deatived this period of infection, but there is some suggestion that Princess Catherine was quite ill at the same time as her husband.

That would not be surprising if the disease that killed him was a form of the sweating sickness which would have been passed through close physical contact and the transmission of infection in bodily fluids. She certainly did not attend his funeral, although a chair had been prepared for her; but whether this was due to her own illness or court protocol is uncertain.

If Catherine shared some of her husband's symptoms when few others in the royal household did, then it suggests that she and her husband had spent considerable time in each other's company - to the point that their proximity contributed directly to a fatal illness striking down Arthur in 1502 when it might have spared him in previous years…”

Cunningham, S. “Prince Arthur: The Tudor King Who Never Was”.

#tudor dynasty #Arthur Tudor #Prince Arthur #Arthur Tudor Prince of Wales #Prince of Wales #House of Tudor #Henry VII #Elizabeth of York #early Tudors #historian: Sean Cunningham #certainly a more reliable historian than others that I’ve seen…

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ariel-seagull-wings · 7 months

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THE MIDWIFE AND THE DJINN

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(A Tale from Senegal)

Once there was a little old lady named Old Fatu who helped every woman in her village when their babies were born. Old Fatu rubbed the mother’s backs. She carried special bark for them to chew. She sang encouraging words. And when the babies were born, Old Fatu swaddled them in soft cloth and laid them in their mother's arms. Everyone in the village knew Old Fatu because she was the first person who had held them when they were new.

One night, while Old Fatu was sleeping in her house on the edge of the village, there was a knock on her door. She was not surprised. Many children are born after the sun goes down. She yawned as she shuffled across her house in the dark.

“How many babies have I helped into this world?”

She said to herself.

“It must be nine hundred - and here comes one more.”

She opened her door, and she let out a hoot! There, on her doorstep, stood a shimmering djinn who was so tall that he had to bend over to greet her. Before Old Fatu could think, the djinn reached out his long arm and grabbed her hand. Before she could resist, he pulled her right out into the dark street.

Old Fatu was frightened. She had no idea why he was pulling her through the streets of the village, but she knew there was no sense in saying a word. She knew that djinn don't talk to people, and she knew that there was no escaping a djinn, so she just ran alongside that big fellow as fast as she could. They ran past the market next to the sea. They ran all the way to the edge of the village and then they were running on streets that Old Fatu had never seen before.

Old Fatu was out of breath. Her legs were strong, but they began to creak. She stumbled and fell down. The djinn saw how hard it was for the wold woman to run so quickly beside him. He helped her to stand up. Then he eased his grip on her hand and he slowed down a little. Now Old Fatu could tell that the djinn would bring her no harm.

The djinn pulled Old Fatu through a narrow alley and up two flights of stone stairs, and then suddenly they were standing before a magnificent palace made of pink stone. Old Fatu had lived all her life in this village but she never had seen a palace like this. She looked up and down the street. She did not know how they could still be in her village. She followed the djinn through long, tiled hallways with ceilings that reached high above the djinn’s head. She followed him through courtyards full of big, leafy plants and pools full of goldfish. She followed him up a long curving staircase, which climbed over a fountain, and finally she followed that djinn into a room where a beautiful woman djinn was lying in bed. Old Fatu immediately noticed the beads that the woman was wearing. They looked like big nuggets of honey around her neck.

The djinn woman was not much bigger than Old Fatu, but her belly was round as the moon. Old Fatu took one look at the djinn woman and she understood why the djinn had brought her here. Their baby had been trying to be born for a long time. The djinn woman was tired. Her hair was damp from working so hard, and she wanted someone to help her.

Old Fatu held the djinn woman’s hand. She carefully put her ear next to the big round belly and listened.

“I know what you need.”

She thought to herself. Then Old Fatu reached into the pouch that hung on a cord around her waist. She pulled out a piece of soft bark and pretended to chew. Then she handed the bark to the djinn woman. The djinn woman studied the peculiar soft bark. Old Fatu nodded and smiled, and she continued to pretend to chew. The djinn woman smiled and nodded, and she nodded the soft bark into her mouth.

Old Fatu did what she always did with mothers. She rubbed the djinn woman’s shoulders. She placed a cool cloth on the woman’s forehead and began to sing. When the child came out of its mother’s body, the room filled with golden streams of light.

Old Fatu did what she always did with new babies. She looked at the baby’s miniature body and saw that it was a perfect little djinn boy. She laid him on a soft cloth, whispered a prayer for his long life, and lifted the tiny boy into his mother’s arms.

The djinn woman was so full of joy that she laughed out loud. The djinn man hugged her and kissed the top of her head. They stroked their baby's little feet and touched his tiny fingers. The djinn woman smiled at Old Fatu. She nodded as if to say thank you.

Suddenly, the djinn woman looked surprised. She quickly handed the baby to the djinn, and she put both of her hands onto her belly, which was starting to tremble. She looked straight at Old Fatu as if to say:

“What is happening now?”

Old Fatu carefully placed her ear on the woman’s big belly and listened. She smiled at the djinn woman and held up two fingers.

“Two babies are coming tonight!”

She said.

Again she gave the djinn woman a piece of bark to chew. She rubbed the djinn woman’s shoulders and she placed a cool cloth on her forehead. Then Old Fatu began to sing.

A few minutes later the child was born, and again the room was filled with streams of golden light. Old Fatu looked at the child’s miniature body and saw that it was a perfect little djinn girl. She laid her on a soft cloth, whispered a prayer for her long life, and lifted the tiny girl into her mother’s arms. The djinn hugged his woman and both laughed out loud. They were so happy to have a girl and a boy.

Old Fatu sighed and sat down at the foot of the bed.

“Djinn twins!”

Thought Old Fatu.

“Now that’s something you don’t see every day.”

Just then the djinn mother began to look surprised again. She quickly handed the baby girl to the djinn, and she put both hands on her belly, which had started to tremble again. Old Fatu hurried to put her ear on the djinn woman’s belly and she listened. This time she held up three fingers.

“Three babies are coming tonight!”

She said.

She gave the djinn woman another piece of bark, and again she rubbed the djinn woman’s shoulders. She placed a cool cloth on her forehead. And then she began to sing. A few minutes later the baby was born and the room filled with streams of golden light again. Everyone laughed with pleasure. Old Fatu looked at the baby’s body and she saw that this one was another perfect little djinn boy.

“Djinn triplets!”

Thought Old Fatu.

“Now that is something you don’t see every day.”

She laid the baby on a soft cloth, whispered a prayer for his long life, and she began to place the tiny boy in his mother’s arms. But just as the djinn mother reached out to take the child from Old Fatu, she cried out in surprise again.

“Another baby!”

Thought Old Fatu.

“This djinn is popping out babies like seeds flying out a pod!”

Old Fatu quickly handed the third baby to the djinn and she listened to the djinn woman’s belly. This time Old Fatu held up four fingers.

“Four babies are coming out tonight!”

She cried.

Before she could rub the djinn woman’s shoulders or bring her a cold cloth, the baby began to be born. Old Fatu looked at the baby’s miniature body, and she saw that it was another perfect little djinn girl. She laid the baby on a soft cloth, said a prayer for her long life, and lifted the tiny girl into her mother’s arms.

“Two girls and two boys.”

Said Old Fatu to herself.

“Djinn quadruplets! Now that is a rare treat.”

But that was not all! Right after the second girl, a third baby boy was born, and right after that a third baby girl was born.

“Djinn sextuplets!”

Cried Old Fatu.

“Now this is a night to remember!”

Old Fatu sat down in a chair. She was tired and she was hoping to take a nap. She looked at the new djinn family and smiled.

“Bless you all.”

She said.

“And thank you for asking Old Fatu to help. There is nothing as special as newborn babies. Many, many blessings to you, for you have sextuplets: three girls and three boys!”

Then the djinn woman and her children and the tall djinn man began to fade so that Old Fatu could see right through them. She blinked.

“Are these old eyes playing tricks on me?”

She wondered.

Old Fatu closed her eyes for a moment and rubbed them. When she opened them a few seconds later, the woman and the babies and the tall djinn man had disappeared. The bed was empty, and then the bed and the room and the palace faded and disappeared completely. Old Fatu felt as if she was zooming through a tunnel of beautiful, colored lights. Then suddenly she found herself standing beneath a tree in the market next to the sea. There was no one around but the moon gleaming on the quiet water.

“Have I been flying in my sleep?”

She asked herself.

“How did I get way down here by the shore? Were those djinns a dream?”

She wondered as she began to walk home.

“I am so old that I don’t know when I’m dreaming and when I’m awake.”

She said to herself.

When Old Fatu got back to her little house it was nearly morning. The stars had disappeared and the sky was turning light blue and pale pink. Old Fatu was tired and she was hungry. She yawned and leaned against her front door.

“Dear me, I’d better go straight to bed. I don’t know how I got to town. I don’t know where that djinn palace could be in this village, and I don’t even know if I’m awake or dreaming. I’m a weary old woman, that’s what I am.”

Old Fatu pushed open the door. She gasped and she put her hand up to her mouth, for there, on her table, was a bowl full of ripe juicy mangoes and a cauldron of hot peanut soup. Old Fatu fell into her chair, astonished. She feasted until she was full, and then she fell into a deep sleep right there in her chair. She was so tired that she slept for two days and two nights. When she awoke the cauldron of soup and the bowl full of mangoes were still on her table.

“The it wasn’t a dream.”

She said to herself.

Old Fatu walked out to the stream behind her house. She scooped some water into her pitcher, and she heard an odd jingling sound.

“What am I hearing?”

She said.

“It’s these old ears that are playing tricks on me now!”

She poured the water into a basin, and again she heard the jingling sound. She reached into the bowl and pulled out handfuls of gold coins.

“Those djinns! They are really too kind.”

That afternoon, Old Fatu bought a fish at the market for her dinner. When she got home, she cut open the fish to clean it.

“What 's this?”

She cried.

“More gifts?”

Inside the fish were the djinn woman’s necklace and a pair of honey-nugget earrings.

“Wherever you are, thank you. Whoever you are, may your children live one hundred years.”

Then she thought for a moment.

“You are djinns - may your children live for a million years!”

Old Fatu washed the amber necklace and the earrings. They glistened in the sunlight and looked like giant beads of honey.

Old Fatu slid the necklace over her head. She felt the beads with her hand. Then she put on the earrings. Old Fatu thought of the djinn woman surrounded by her babies and she smiled.

Old Fatu lived a life of ease after the night when she had helped the djinn woman give birth to her children. She had so much gold that she never had any worries. She held feasts for the children of the village every Sunday, and she never stopped helping the women of her village when they gave birth to their babies. Through the years many people admired Old Fatu’s amber jewelry. Some people even offered to buy the necklace from her.

“Oh no,”

Old Fatu would reply.

“Someone very, very special gave it to me.”

Then she would laugh as she remembered the night the djinn woman gave birth to six golden babies.

#fairy tales #folk tales #folktales #folklore #fantasy #literature #senegal #africa

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neurodivergent-media · 11 months

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A Kind of Spark (TV series) (2023)

A Kind of Spark is a 2023 CBBC children's drama series, based on the book of the same name by Elle McNicoll.

The series folows Addie Darrow, a autistic girl who find clues regarding a mystery in her small town's history regarding the time of the witchhunts. She aims to convince the council to set up a memorial for the women from long ago who were persucted simply for being different.

I highly recommend this show. Even though it's aimed at children/young teens, the story never feels childish, even the more humourous moments. The themes of ableism and bullying were dealt with seriosuly and maturely. Many autistic girls who are/were in mainstream school will likely relate to Addie and/or Keedie, and allistics could learn a lot from watching.

Firstly, the actors for the 2 main autistic characters are themselves autistic, and I think I read that many people working behind the camera were autistic too. Also, the author of the original book is autistic.

Addie has a special interest in sharks, and develops a special interest/hyperfixation in the "witches". She experiences sensory overload, mentions sensory issues with her hair being brushed, has a meltdown/shutdown and she has a distinctive gait. She seems like someone who wold be deemed "high-functioning" (the term is not used in the show) in that she may come across to others as "weird but not immediately obviously disabled". She is verbal, makes eye contact and her stims tend to be on the more subtle side. I could see a lot of my younger self in Addie, despite the differences in interests. She isn't a misanthropic genius or a checklist of symptoms but a 3 dimensional, fleshed out character.

One of Addie's older sisters, Keedie is also autistic, and their bond was really touching and engaging. Autistic family members is something I wish we saw more often in the media. Keedie is less notceably autistic for much of the show, which I feel is useful to show to people that plenty of people don't "look" autistic, but still are.

Addie's new friend Audrey is wonderfully supportive and understanding - as opposed to some media where the friend is mean, or portrayed as a saint for "putting up with" an autistic person. Addie's parents are also understanding and supportive on the whole. There's a really nice, brief, simple moment at a family dinner where the dad serves out pasta with different ingredients according to their sensory needs (no sauce for Keedie, smooth sauce for Addie, "lumpy" sauce for everyone else).

Addie and her sister's autism are integral parts of their characters, without the show's story being simply "about autism". The show's message is to respect people who are different, and it's never done in a heavy-handed or "preachy" way. With the witches element, which features glimpses into the past during the witch trials, it was a great way of showing how autism has actually existed for a very long time.

The show deals with ableism and bullying, including the all-too-real occurrence of teachers mistreating autistic students. It is well portrayed, but it might be triggering for some. This is the first time I think I've ever seen autistic burnout portrayed in any media, and it could be enlightening for many allistics watching the show.

In terms of other neurodivergences, there is one character heavily implied to be dyslexic. Unfortunately, she bullies Addie. It seems like part of her treatment of Addie is due to internalised ableism and jealousy, which added an interesting layer to her character but might be off-putting to dyslexic viewers nonetheless.

I suppose one of the few negatives is one that's still very common, in that the autistic characters are white.

Also, Addie's mother tries to discourage her newfound interest in witches, but it's more of in a way to protect her which is hard to explain without giving spoilers. (Some spoilers below).

Keedie developed a special interest in a battle taught in history in class, the intensity of which led to a serious incident at school. Addie and Keedie's mum fears the same thing happening with Addie and the witches (there is more to Keedie's school situation that initially appears, but I don't want to give further spoilers).

It was a little odd that it almost framed Keedie's special interest in said battle itself negatively however - how she would spend hours staring at a painting of it. However, I feel like this was rectified to some extent, as Keedie actually re-engages with this old special interest to aid in her recovery from burnout.

#a kind of spark #a kind of spark cbbc #autistic representation #neurodivergent representation #autistic characters #autistic actors #good representation

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count-alucard-tepes · 11 months

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Imagine op hotties with a S/O who is a ballerina or was a ballerina but still practices their routines. I love ballet.🩰

Kizaru ✨

He watched his S/O practice and doesn’t get enough of how amazing they are. He always praises them for the grace.

Akainu🌋

He thinks it’s cute and massages his S/O’s feet after they train because he knows how it can be taxing on the body.

Ryokugyu 🌱

He thinks that his S/O is really talented and praises them for it. He helps them stretch and then just watches them practice.

Fujitora 🐅

He doesn’t know much about ballet but he knows that his S/O is passionate about it so he encourages them to continue what they love.

Sir Crocodile 🐊

He would take his S/O to ballet performances all over the world so that they could enjoy these performances with him.

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩

He would make sure their dance studio at the palace was designed to their liking so that they always have a special place for themselves.

Benn Beckman 🔫

He does appreciate the grace of his S/O and compliments them even after they have children that they never lost their figure.

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡

He could watch his S/O all day and night practicing or just prancing around in their outfit, he thinks they’re so adorable. (Also I need to see Kata in a ballet outfit, he’s so cute)

Killer🔪

He tries to practice with his S/O as he is super light on his feet and getting tips from his S/O makes him a quicker fighter. So he is all for his S/O continuing their favorite hobby/sport/art.

Kaido🐉

He is very supportive in what ever his S/O is interested in even though he does not particularly like it. He does admire his S/O being such a beautiful dancer though.

King 👑

He make sure when ever he is traveling and find little ballet trinkets, he would get it for his S/O as he knows it wold make them happy.

Queen👑

He incorporates in his rap songs about his S/O being a ballerina and how amazing they are. He will not stop praising them and even has them choreographer.

Izou🔫🔫

He loves to learn a new dance style so he would share his knowledge of dance and practices with his S/O too.

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒

He doesn’t know much about ballet until he met his S/O and he began to appreciate it even more. He likes to watch his S/O dance too.

Oven Charlotte 🍞

He doesn’t know much about ballet but he is very supportive of his S/O and encourages them to teach his younger siblings as they’re so good at it.

Buggy🤡

He is in awe of his S/O when they first show him they knew ballet and from them he always asked his S/O to pursue their hobby and blushes as he watches them dance.

Marco the Phoenix 🦅

He often reads about ballet since he met his S/O and even attended a performance with his S/O, the look of happiness on his S/O face was priceless to him.

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user-2507 · 1 year

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Hi! I'm new here so let me introduce you to my future content. (Warning: english is not my first language sorry for mistakes)

I'm mostly drawing fandom stuff and my current obsessions. Most of my content is fan arts and oc's one of them is Riti (She's my Avatar oc).

Riti is Neytiri's childhood friend and also a healer of metkayina clan, she lives a little bit separated from others since her thoughts are full of her work and her adoptive son Spider, Neytiri never accepted him so Riti took him. Nobody argued about it because both Jake and Neytiri knew that dhe wold take good care of the boy, Riti always wanted to know more about humans and "taking care of human childe wold be a perfect opportunity to find out more" thats what Riti thought for awhile but the more time she spent with "tiny"(nickname for Spider) the more she likes him in result she started to love boy like her own son.

By nature she's calm and wiling to learn more. Comparing to other na'vi she might appear cruel because she will protect loved one in every way even if she needs to kill someone also Riti is not used to show much feelings that some might see as coldness but "cold" it's not abut her and all her loved one know it. Riti knows how to fight and hunt but doesn't really like it all of thes she's doing only if really needed.

When Quaritch caught children Riti emidietly came to a rescue but unfortunately was captured along with Spider. She planed to form a fake alliance with Quaritch to fool him in trusting her and then escaping but her plan was ruined when through time she understood she fell in love with Quaritch.

(If youre gona be intrested in her storry im gona post more. And i also added her weapon design)

#avatar #avatar 2 #avatar oc #my ocs #art #na'vi oc #na'vi avatar #oc x canon #character info #oc stuff #avatar: the way of water #avatar james cameron #oc story #artists on tumblr

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mondstaub1 · 1 year

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Fanfiction idea: Lukemond vikings

part 2

When Luke opend his eyes again he was confused. Tiredly he rubbed his eyes trying to get the sleep out of them from them. He looked around, hoping for hints to where he was. He lay on a bed of hay, a sack as a pillow and a fur as a blanked.

Then his memories returned: The bell of the chruch tower had rung, an alarm for all to hear, not that they could do much and they knew it. The vikings were coming! The feared men from the storys, dreaded by all were their attacks, for none of them could stop them. Women were crying, children running and before anyone knew it the first burning arrow shot towards the village sitting the roof of a house on fire.

Luke was panicing, most children ran to their parents, fathers bushing them to their mothers who tried to hush them, told them to run away, to hid. But he had no one to go to, he had no parents or other family members, he could hardly remember ever having one, as long as he could remember he was alone. So he ran to the only place were he felt save, even knowing it would not protect him now. The chruch. Even if he died, maybe he would got to heaven if they killed him here.

He ran inside, it was empty. Screams come from outside. They were here, there was no escape now. Luke ran towards the altar, looking around for a place to hide. A small cross lay on the stone, it was beautyful, he had always loved it, prayed to it, felt like it brought him peace, a feeling of belonging. He grabbed it, held it tightly, pressed it to his chest and then drove behind the altar, pressing his back at the cold stone.

Then he prayed, prayed for mercy. He did not want to die. Tears fell down his cheeks as he heard the screams of the people. They were being slaughter. He sobbing silently, praying for their souls, since he could not save them. Suddenly he heard the door being ripped open. A sob was caught in his throat. They were here, there was no escape for him now. His breaths came in short, pained gaspes. Then he saw the viking. He looked like no man Luke had ever seen. Even covered in blood he was beautyful, long silver hair, like silk, with two braids along the sides. He wore an eyepach but his one remaining eye was a deep lilac. The stranger's face had high cheeksbones and was incredibly handsome. For a moment Luke thought that the man was an angel of death send to take him away.

But the thought disappeared when the man raised a blade to his face. He had begged then, begged the stranger to stop in a language he learned at the harbor, hoping the viking wold understand. And he did. Luke could hardly belive it when the man spared his life, even more so when Aemond as he had intuduce himself took him along.

The view of the burning village and the dead and dying people brought tears to Lukes eyes and made him want to throw up but he held it back. It was better not to give the man a reason to kill him after all. When he arrived at the docks the other men sneared and laught at him. Making coments that left no doubt of what his fade might be. He hadn't given it any thougth, it had all happened so fast. Till now it hadn't downed on him what it ment for him to be a captive to the vikings. He was Aemonds captive or slave really. Was there a diffrents? He suppost not.

He pressed his legs together without even realising it, he had never been with anyone. From time to time Luke had gotten offers, after all he was a relativly handsome boy despite how skinny and durty he was. A warm bed for the night when he himself warmed it, food, clothes but never had he accepted. He had always refused, fleed a few time when the men wouldn't take no for an answer. Luke may be home- and penyless but his innocents was still his. Even if it was the only thing that was. But know he could no longer flee, no longer refuse.

He was Aemonds captive, his survival depended on pleasing him. On the ship he clung to Aemond like a duckling, it was pathetic truely but he did not care. Whenever he saw the other viking snearing at him, he clutched the cross and he ran to Aemond, hidding behind him if could. But just being near the man seamed to keep everyone way. Once they arrived at the village he was tight up and led to the town like a prized animal. It was humiliating but he would survive.

But what happened after? The last thing he remembered was the smell of the food, the pain in his legs as he could no longer stand, the soft grass he had fallen asleep on.

But how did he get here and where was here anyway? Suddenly he heard a voice: "A good your are awake". Luke wipped his had to the door, there stood Aemond leaning against the door fraim.

"Where am I? How did I get?", he asked. "At my house" Aemond answered, "and I carried your here of course." Lukes eyes went wide and his face flushed. "Your carried me?", he asked embarrassed "Sure did", the man answered, "You weight nothing you know." Luke didn't know what to say or do. He looked down on his hands, they were still tight together cutting into his flesh. An bit confused he looked up at his captor: "Will- will you get these off?", he asked timitly. Aemond didn't answer, he just pulled out a dagger from belt and walked towards Luke, who fliched and tried to get away on pure instinct. Aemond chuckeled: "Why so paniced you asked me to be free you so stop moving, I wont hurt you."

Luke stilled, realising it would do him no good to try and escape. If Aemond wanted to hurt him, he could do it anytime. And true to his word, Aemond did not harm him, he just cute the rope. It felt good, having his hands free again, he rubbed them unconsciously. "Thank you", he mumbled silently, not meeting the mans eyes once again. Aemond didn't seem to like that one bit, he grabbed Lukes chin forcing his head up. He grinned: "For now, dear boy breakfeast."

#aemond x lucerys #lucemond #hotd #viking au #light angst #slavery

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