#writing her pov is interesting

[fromtheseventhhell]

Imagine being 9 years old and asking your dad about the things you're interested in doing when you grow up and he's like "No ❤️! But you can get married, have babies, and then maybe your sons can do those things ☺️🫶 "

#arya stark #one of those /wtf Ned/ moments #then people act like she invented misogyny cause she was like /uuuhhhhh no thanks that's not me/ #/Arya is masculine/ and she's literally just a child who has interests outside of her patriarchy-assigned role #the way people read this and then demonize Arya for not silently conforming like people expect her to... #that's the ingrained misogyny from being socialized in a patriarchal society speaking babes 😭 #cannot stress enough how Arya is just an average little girl and what makes her behavior stand out is their society's strict gender norms #her life + learning almost entirely revolves around the fact that she is being raised to be a wife and people resent her for wanting more : #she is NINE in AGoT and her parents are discussing her refinement because /In a few years she will be of an age to marry/ #the way misogyny is explored in Arya's story is actually so brilliant and well-written (+ underappreciated) though #we feel the full weight of how restrictive their society is through her POV and get the experiences of lower-class women too #which is why it's so significant that George wrote her based on feminists who realized they wanted more than becoming wives/housewives #she's one of his key characters who will /change the world/ but people think he's sticking her on a boat bc she isn't feminine enough 😭 #thank god he's writing the books and not any of these reductive hacks who thinks misogyny is subversive 🙏🏾 #sidenote: would've loved to see this from her POV to get her feelings when he said this cause I'm sure it doesn't match Ned's perception #considering he views her main issues as being stubborn/difficult while we know about the self-esteem issues she has

[project-sekai-facts]

sorry if this is a dumb question, but i just read the main stories and if the niigo sekai is mafuyu's, why is kanade the unit leader? /gen

Kanade is the actual founder and leader of the nightcord music group, but it was also probably to avoid giving away the (admittedly given away by marketing) twist of Mafuyu being OWN and the mystery girl that Miku needs Kanade to save being Mafuyu from the get go. If Mafuyu was the face of the group then there wouldn’t be any point in writing the ‘surprise’ reveal in because we would know the entire time, and the niigo story would probably be very different.

#asks #also it’s hard to explain quite why but it’s much harder to write mafuyu as the protagonist and main pov for the main story #bc of how she’s characterised during it #the vsinger main story shows her side of things and while interesting would be a bit of a slog to have several chapters of it and then have #kanade / mizuki / ena trying to get through to mafuyu in the background

[dulcewrites]

Seek and Destroy

Summary: Alicent swears she is not naturally a cruel person. Any semblances of cunning or coldness has been taught, slowly and surely. A gift bestowed to her from the age of ten and five. Something she was weened onto like a babe that suckles for milk from its mother. She has learned at the feet at the best - or maybe the worst. King’s Landing has fallen to Rhaenyra. Her children are scattered around the realm. Lives have been lost already. Alicent’s heart has finally callused. Nothing left but a shell and the venom that seeps out of it.

A/N: This is just something I have been working on. It is not finished obvi. I don’t know if I will expand on it. If I do I will probably post it to ao3

Her father’s blood had splattered into her mouth when she cried out. At first, Alicent did not want to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing her body shake in worry. Bones rattling together under neath sheathed of silk. Green silks. Or let them take glee in seeing fear in her eyes. She wanted to stand tall as the execution begun. Her father being first to go was for a reason.

Even in his doom, Otto Hightower managed to make his presence looming.

Alicent wanted not to shed a single tear. But then she felt ten and eight again. Just a girl with two children, and burden pressed firmly on her chest to the point where it was hard to breathe. He was unruly and fickle but without him, she would be alone… again.

Her brain settled between ‘This is all his fault. His debt comes due, as it should’ and ‘Daddy, please look me. Tell me you love me, that I made you proud despite of how it ends for us’.

But all her father told her was to look away. As if to shield her from a terror that had already came. A terror he brought. The horror was on their doorstep now. She was rutted in each night against her wishes; she bore four children - ones she could not save. They bore her grandchildren that she loved in a way she was not able to love her own children. Maybe if she could not help her own, she could do better with the littlest ones.

Jaehaerys. Oh, my poor Jaehaerys.

Everyone is gone. If not in person, in spirit.

Gwayne is gone. Her brother dragged into this mess. When he had arrived in King’s Landing, she has almost missed him amongst the other Oldtown knights. Her heart had sunk lower that she thought it could at the thought of not even recognizing her own kin. His face was one that was no longer burned in her brain.

Helaena’s mind and heart has been rotted from the inside out. On a good day, Alicent can force her to eat and drink. She bathes her daughter as if she still a babe. There is no light in Helaena’s eyes.

Alicent’s mouth feels as if a pile of sand has been dumped in her mouth if she thinks too long about how cold she was when Aemond left for the Riverlands. He gave her a kiss a cheek and muttered a pitiful sorry.

It was all he had said since coming back from Storm’s End. Different variations of the same thing. He never begged for forgiveness from the Gods but from her.

Sorry, mother. I’m so sorry mother.

If she could crush skulls with her bare hands, Alicent would. Not off strength, she’s always been a slip of a woman. But off the hatred that seemed into her bones.

She was prepared to die. She thinks she has been from the moment Viserys said he would marry her. From the moment the maester congratulated her on being pregnant with Aegon. Death had been a thing she even welcomed at times. When the lonliness felt too deep, when she could not stomach being called to Viserys chambers at night, when she had to look at her children for too long. She eyed Criston’s sword one too many times to admit. So, when Daemon leers over her with that cruel, ugly smile of his, she straightens her back and sniffs away her tears. He, of course, got the honors to kill her father; a task Alicent is sure he has wanted to do for decades.

It was Daemon who pushed her hair to the side with such gentleness it made her a bit sick. The coolness of Dark Sister pressed softly against her neck.

Alicent says a quick prayer to the Mother for her children. She knows it is to no veil; they were doomed the moment they came out of her. Mayhaps, this is her punishment for bearing them.

She does not sob over herself. Her lot in life has been well accepted. But Alicent wants to claw at her own face, peel back her own flesh so she is frayed out, when she thinks of her kids.

Let the Mother keep them safe as they do what is only imaginable in their wildest nightmares. May the horrors committed not leave them too soiled.

“Wait,” Rhaenyra’s voice calls out in the Grand Hall. It echoes so loud that Alicent flinches, the blade swiping gently against her neck. She still shivers from head to toe.

Daemon huffs, before removing the blade cautiously.

Alicent peers up at the stairs that lead to the Iron Throne. Rhaenyra gestures softly to her husband to come up the stairs. Daemon does not fully sheathe Dark Sister but complies anyway. A piece of Alicent’s hair obstructs her view, but through it, her eyes stay trained on Rhaenyra. Or whoever the person wearing the crown is.

The woman looks like the Rhaenyra. The same long silvery blonde hair styled elaborately on top of her head with the rest hanging in a braid. Her long riding dress is a deep black with red stitching and a red dragon collar. Red and purple dragons snaking their way up her sleeves. The woman has Rhaenyra’s eyes and nose, but Alicent has never felt more confused about who stands at the feet of the Iron Throne. The woman’s mouth pinches the way a young Rhaenyra’s would when she was distressed.

Rhaenyra’s look makes Alicent think of the stories of warrior queen Visenya. Rhaenyra would often laud the might and cunning of her ancestor. After the pain, humiliation, and anger post Aemond’s losing his eye, Alicent had chucked softly to herself, in the privacy of her chambers. at the thought her son riding the Conqueror Queen’s beloved dragon. Because of course it would be one of her kids to claim the old bitch.

But despite the styling callback, a warrior Rhaenyra is not.

And based on the look of disgust settling on Daemon’s face, he thinks the same of his wife.

He will never see you as an equal, she wants to call out. It does not matter how many crowns you put on your head, how many dragons you claim - you always just be his little niece… a silly woman. The means to his end.

Their conversation reaches a cacophony and Alicent desperately wants to know what it being said. Is Rhaenyra asking him to make it as gruesome as possible? Maybe they will drag her body out in front of the castle for all the small folk to see. A warning for what can happen if they defy their queen. Alicent already knows the heads of those that helped Aegon and his kids escape will be next once they catch them.

Rhaenyra reaches out to grab Daemon’s arm, but he is already down the stairs muttering expletives out his mouth. Alicent hears the word whore, and scoffs internally. She fights back a sad smile that almost forces itself on her face. Not the first time she has heard that, and surely will not be the last. Poor Daemon has never been clever with his insults. They are as simple as he is. She is the nasty deceitful, whore that seduced Viserys and ruined everything. Used her wily, womanly magic, her cunt, to lure the King of the Fucking Seven Kingdoms into submission. She always noticed how Daemon always acted like she stole Viserys from him.

The same way the maidens whose virtue Daemon stole must be whores too. The same way Queen Aemma must have been inadequate since she did not give Viserys what he wanted. Something must have been wrong with Rhea and Laena too. Maybe even Daemon’s own daughters are not enough. Surely, something is wrong with Rhaenyra. Something that makes Daemon’s stomach curdle. Such is the way with men like him.

Viserys will be remembered as a peaceful king, and a gentle man. A king who was so averse to conflict that he raped Alicent for children he then neglected once they came. He was so kind he made sure his first wife died in a pool of blood with nothing but screams of agony and pleas of mercy dying in her lips.

She wonders if Rhaenyra knows that charming story. Would she still have felt safe under the patronage of Viserys if she knew such? Imagine the horror that Alicent felt when she overheard maesters whispering of such when she was pregnant with Aegon.

Alicent is sure Daemon will die being known as a ‘true’ and ‘honest’ warrior. Apparently, there are those that think there is some sort of honor in being upfront about ones rotting heart. As if his cavalier attitude negates the atrocities on his hands. The world has taught Alicent that type of ruthlessness is only tolerated at the hands of a man.

And Alicent, in all her attempts to do right, to keep her head above water, to appease and break herself down into a small enough package that all can accept her, will be known as a whore. A seducer, a scheming bitch that stole the agency of a grown man. She will die being blamed and accused.

It only seemed right she supposed.

Viserys the Peaceful. Daemon the Honest. Alicent… the Whore.

Her confusion mounts when Daemon does not come back to her to finish the job. Instead, he continues walking, right past and leaving the hall in a fit of anger and rage. Alicent knees have begun to ache from being crouched. Rhaenyra clears her throat, and Alicent eyes slowly go back to her. Dark bags rimmed Rhaenyra’s eyes, only drawing more attention to the extremely dark limbal ring that surrounded deep amethyst. When Alicent heard about Lucerys’ death, it had shaken her to her core. Frankly more for Aemond’s sake than for Rhaenyra’s or the boy’s. The thought of peace still naively in her mind. Alicent always seemed to the last one to arrive at the right conclusions. A fatal flaw of hers unfortunately.

You were already ill-fated, you foolish boy! Why make yourself accursed as well!

But when Alicent heard of Jacaerys’ death, she knew what was to come.

There are few things a parent loves more than their first born.

…. Alicent had never known what the smell of burning flesh was like till Aegon.

“I have decided to spare your life,” the few people that stood in the hall, her council, begin to whisper to each other. Rhaenyra shifts uncomfortably at the eyes on her. “For the sake of my father, who loved you once.”

Alicent blinks once, then twice, then three times. She is almost a bit disappointed. Rhaenyra has taken so much and now she has taken death off the table too.

And is that what they are calling what Viserys did to her? Love? Rhaenyra could not possibly believe that. Not now after everything. After the way Rhaenyra would so seamlessly twist the knife when she had the chance, when she was backed in a corner. Rhaenyra knew there was no love there. Not for Alicent and definitely not for her children.

The words crawl up her throat before she can stop them. She must know. “And what of my girl? What of Queen Helaena?”

The queen part slips out truly on accident, a panicked slip of the tongue, but Rhaenyra’s mouth curls a bit in a sneer.

If her Helaena is to die at the hands of one of Rhaenyra’s butchers, to meet the same evil fate Jaehaerys did, then Alicent might beg for the sword. Or a rope and one of the high ceilings of the Red Keep.

Something cold and numb flashes behind Rhaenyra’s already hallow eyes. As if she is just now remembering that she had a sister that still occupied the castle.

“The princess will be spared as well.”

Rhaenyra waves a ringed hand at the guard to have Alicent taken away. Before she can even register was has happened, she is dragged away by the arms.

“Let her be bound in a manner fitting of her new station,” Rhaenyra sits in the Irone Throne elegantly as Alicent goes.

Alicent’s frantic eyes look at her father’s limp body one last time. His blood spilled on the ground. His head separated from the rest of him. It is the first and only time Alicent has ever seen her father so… small.

If Otto was alive now, and they were alone, he would tell her that he was right. He said as much after Jaehaerys was killed. Right before Aegon snatched the hand pin off his grandsire’s jacket and screamed at him that all that cunning had gone to waste by Otto being a ‘bastard that was too thick in the head for his own good’. Otto would say they should have had mercenaries go to Dragonstone and do the deed while they had the chance. He would still be alive. As would Gwayne and Jaehaerys. Helaena would not be in a fugue state beyond repair. Alicent’s boys would be home, and well. Daeron could have come back to King’s Landing for a coronation that was not rushed nor interrupted. Aemond would not have blood on his ledger.

Aegon would be king with no one in his path.

You know it. You're no fool and yet you choose not to see it. The time is coming, Alicent. Either you prepare Aegon to rule, or you cleave to Rhaenyra and pray for her mercy.

She stumbles all the way back to the Holdfast with thoughts swirling in her head.

Alicent did not prepare Aegon, the way she should have. But she was not prepared for such things; so how did anyone expect her to know better. How can a child help a child. How does the blind lead the blind. She may not have done what she needed for Aegon, not in that moment. But she refuses to cleave now. Mercy is not a luxury she has been granted for some time.

Have you ever imagined yourself on the Iron Throne?

No, of course not. Alicent can be naive, but never stupid. Never foolish or too hot on herself. Her veins have turned ice cold. She does not have her children the way she would want to. Alicent has never had a dragon to threaten others with. The army at her disposal is elsewhere fighting a futile battle. Not even Criston is here.

She just has herself, and right now that has to be enough. It must be enough.

#im very interesting in her queen in chains era #I don’t even know the ending part of this #it would be mixing book lore and hotd tho #there might be rhaenicent… maybe idk #but it will maybe be from Alicent and Helaena’s pov #pro alicent hightower #alicent hightower #alicent hightower fanfic #alicent hightower imagine #pro team green #hotd imagine #queen alicent #I am writing a different Alicent thing but that one is almost done I think #Alicent imagine

[seirei-bh]

If Tarah shows up in a random scene in book 5:

What most people probably expect: "Hi, I'm Tarah, Kaladin's former girlfriend, remember me? No?? Yeah, me neither. Bye."

+ maybe a reunion with Kal where nothing important happens, and she's already married with someone else, or she and Kal start to date again, but that's all, nothing more.

What I want: "Hi, I'm Tarah, Kaladin's former girlfriend and Brandon Sanderson has been hidding me during 4 books and half because:

A) Now I'm a Radiant too!

B) I've been a worldhopper all this time and I'm from other planet.

C) My father is a mysterious character and his real name and identity is: insert some big plot twist character here.

D) I've a very important info about the Mourn's Vault and/or some secret organization or about some Unmade hidden there or some Herald, so here you have my contribution to the plot and a better character development."

+ also a reunion with Kal to clear things up and that contribute a bit in some way to make him feel better in his long personal way to overcome his depression, whether if they just decide to stay as only friends or she's going to be a love interest again in the future, but if she's gonna stay in her life, at least letting her be a whole character by herself.

#I've read in WoB that Sanderson was thinking about give her a pov Interlude sometime maybe in SA5 #I'm totally happy about it but pls Sanderson if you're gonna give us her pov then give us something interesting! #I'm curious about her since I read her name in WoK for the first time #I'll be dissapointed if she's not gonna appear again or if her pov is... nothing and just boring #make her justice!! #btw I'm gonna write a whole big post about some theories about her soon #because I've read a few WoBs about her with Sanderson giving some very suspicious RAFOs and I can't stop thinking about them #tarah #stormlight archive #kaladin stormblessed #stormlight archive 5 #kaladin and tarah

[rocicrew]

THE EXPANSE 6.04 REDOUBT

#the expanse #theexpanseedit #nolden #naomi nagata #james holden #mine : gifs. #i needed the whole convo in one place #tHE writing for conflict resolution #tHE writing for they're both right #everytime i see martyred myself in the name of motherhood but i chose not to i vibrate out of my skin #THE LINE OF ALL TIME #i think it's rlly interesting how holden obviously can't see beforehand how that choice looks like from naomi's pov #because obviously besides that being something that will be incredibly heavy to bear for him #he wants to spare her from additional pain whether that's logical or not #but naomi who's made peace as much as she could that this was it with filip #and that's been terrified of marco finally getting the people she has left #of killing their little family #to the point of her nearly panicking the minute they try to approach an asteroid in 6.01 bc what if marco turned that to to a bomb #he just let her abuser go and potentially have the chance to try and kill them for the third time #it's heavy and nuanced and one of my favorite pieces of writing of s6

[sciderman]

Yeah hi that Gwen Stacy analysis hurt the chasm that holds my soul thx kisses you grievous cretin

oooh just you wait until i finish girl's night. just you wait.

#gwen is so so sad in this fic. she's so so sad. but she also gets to kiss mj. good for her. good for her. #it feels so interesting to be writing from gwen's pov for the first time. finally getting to know that girl. #sci speaks #peter 🤝 gwen: pitiful sad little bisexual messes

[maramirror11]

Reminiscences of the past

This is my Darling's POV throughout those 3 years they were separated from Makarro. Thank you @haradasaya for being the beta reader!

TW: Slight mentions of eating disorders.

I hope you enjoy it!

Pronouns: They/Them

As I was washing the dishes, I realized that it has been a week since I last saw my husband. The day after the feast, he left to continue his work. Now, the Guardian is locked up and there is no one capable of interfering. Nonetheless, I'm worried.

He hasn't come home nor contacted me at all. I know he can lose himself in his work, but not like this. I know him, he hasn't been taking care of himself.

I have this feeling that something is wrong. So, I'm writing them down to help me understand.

Lately I wonder why I am going along with all of this. It's not like I don't want my throne back, but it feels like he's hiding something from me.

I need to remember when all of this started…

… 

It was an awful full moon night. I got the new evidence after my case became cold. Even if it was a trap, we needed to try. My dearest Makarro said we'll reunite at the shipping yard. I ran as fast as I could but someone followed me.

When we got reunited with my dearest, we finally solved our case. My brother Kayble admitted that he was responsible for my threat letter and the senator hired the assassins. 

Since we found out about this, Kayble sent Makarro to a place called Black Site. He was being sentenced for kidnapping and high treason. I tried to explain that I escaped and took refuge with him. But Kayble didn't listen. As he was taken away, we both promised we'll see each other again.

My brother knew if the citizens found out about the real story, the government reputation would fall. So, he wanted to make sure no one could speak about this incident.

"Don't take him away" "Let him go!" I kicked and screamed as I was dragged into the carriage.

As always, my orders were ignored. After a year and a half, I was going back "home".

It felt like an eternity on the ride back to the castle. We arrived a few hours before the sunrise. I stayed in a cell until Kayble finished the preparation to spread the news. 

Early in the morning, he announced my arrival at the castle’s balcony in front of all the people present.

"Dear citizens. As you know, the heir of Manas disappeared a long time ago. Our hearts prayed to the Guardian for their safely return to us"

"As your prince, it was my duty to find and bring back my sibling…"

He narrates the story of how he found out I was kidnapped by an evil wizard and bravely rescued me.

I was behind him, inside the castle, during his speech. As he finishes, Kayble turns around, extends his hand and makes a gesture for me to come out.

At first, I decided I wouldn't go out. He took everything I loved, why would I follow his plan?

Suddenly, I heard the cheers from my people, happy for my safety. They were screaming my name and begging me to step out. I couldn't refuse to see them. Slowly, I went outside smiling and waving my hand.

I carefully chose my words.

"My dear citizens, I'm sorry for upsetting you but thank you for keeping me in your prayers. I'm honored to be able to see you again. May the gods bring us a better future for our great nation"  As the sound of applause got higher, I went back inside.

It wasn't hard, being part of an aristocratic family, acting was a basic skill. But, I wasn't aware that would be the last time I'll feel like I had a choice.

Afterwards, my brother escorted me to my new bedroom. When we arrived, all my stuff was already there. My bed, bookshelf, jewelry box, etc. Except that something was bothering me. Why would he change my room?

When I stepped inside, I heard a click sound behind me and realized the door was locked.

“You should be thankful I even let you live. Enjoy your stay, dear sibling”. Then he walked away.

I immediately tried to open the door with all my strength but I couldn't, not even shouting and hitting would do something.

It didn't work before but I needed to try. While I was away, Kayble built this room and prepared it to prevent any possible escape. Yet that didn’t stop me.

After that day, I had many escape attempts. But, there was little I could do with just one small window and a door with locks on the outside. It was me against the entire castle guards and servants.

I wanted to test them at first, so I tried the predictable ones. Run away whenever they open the door, carve my way to another room, convince others to help me, and more.

Then, I started to create more elaborate plans, but never got too far. Later on, the security knew practically all my strategies and made it impossible for me to come up with new ideas.

In the end, I decided to take some time to observe and analyze any new opportunity instead of rushing it.

… 

I was in that cell, or bedroom as they called it, all day. The only exceptions were when I needed to be present for an event and then back to the same place. Just like an animal you take out of their cage for display. A big cage filled with precious items, but a cage nonetheless.

What bothered me the most was that I barely had people visit me. I got used to having someone to talk to and be my real self. Then again, I had to be on high alert.

Servants came from time to time. They'll come to clean and bring me new clothes or food. However, they were ordered not to talk to me nor give me anything else, they were being watched all the time.

The only one who stayed enough time was Kayble, but his visits weren't exactly pleasant.

"That's the summary of the last reunion. You know you could've left this place a long time ago, right? All you need to do is follow my instructions"

"..."

"Since you insist on being so stubborn, I guess you need more time alone”

Then, he’ll leave me again. 

My father never said anything, when he wanted to see me, I'll go to him. I'm not sure if he knew about this or not.

I don’t know how I kept myself sane. I was left alone with my thoughts all day.

How did we end up like this?

After everything, how Kayble, my own brother, could do this to me? How couldn't I see this coming?

Was my dearest all right? Was he even alive at this point?

Would he like to see me again? It’s my fault that he’s in prison.

HOW can I LEAVE this place? Can ANYTHING GET BETTER after this?

My routine was sitting on my bed and trying to find answers. However, that only made it worse. So, I tried to keep my mind occupied.

“Alright, I’ve finished reading my book today. I couldn't have predict the ending, it’s just the fifth time I read it”

“The sun is already going up? I’m just halfway through my writing”

“Talking to myself isn’t that bad actually. Still, I wish I was with my dearest, at least we’ll find a more interesting topic than guessing clouds shapes"

Sadly, everything became dull after a while.

Even when my body was occupied, I had this persistent question on my mind.

How did my little brother turn into this monster I don’t recognize? 

The coldness in his eyes when I was captured was terrifying. I've never seen him with so much hatred.

He used to be so kind. After our mother died, I practically raised him and taught everything since our father was occupied with his duties.

"Are you free to play a match of wingball? Father said he's too busy"

"Of course Kayble, but don't be mad at me when I win. You know I'm a great player"

…

"You won again?! You'll see next time, I'll win for sure!"

I'll give everything just to play a match with you like the old times.

"One day I want to be like you!" He used to tell me. I can't help but get emotional every time I remember those moments.

Even as grown ups, we had our differences but we got along well. He always looked down to himself, unable to see how amazing he is and looked for validation from others. 

Unfortunately, he found it with the other leaders when our family took the position of heirs after Mazzel died and all her children escaped.

Even with that, I still can't believe he was ready to make me paranoid. Be afraid to die at the hands of assassins if that means I’ll do what he wants.

There was a small part of me that hoped we'd get along again, but everyday Kayble shows me how impossible that dream is.

I wonder if we were a normal family, everything could've ended differently. 

…

My life took a drastic change when I became the heir of Manas. I am from an aristocratic family, our title had a lot of weight in Tyrannis.

I was trained in everything an heir needed to know. Etiquette, how to walk properly, what to say to get my way and infinite resources to do anything I want.

Even so, I felt that I could do more to help others. That’s the reason I specialized in healing magic and potions. At that moment, it was the only thing I was able to do. Now, I had the opportunity to make a real change.

But my problems started when I worked with the other leaders. We’ll have our differences, they want to continue the traditions which means they are afraid of the new possibilities outside help can provide.

Mazzel's consequences are worse than we thought and we really need to ask for outside help. However, my words, despite my title, were irrelevant. I was alone with my beliefs, no one was brave enough to go against the prince.

...

It was destiny that all the events that happened after the reunion. Receiving a threat letter was the best and worst thing that happened to me.

On one hand, I was aware of the real intentions of someone I worked close by. On the other hand, if I didn’t escape, I wouldn’t have found the love of my life.

I knew I couldn't trust anyone inside the castle for help. Then I remembered these rumors about a brilliant detective who wasn't associated with the MCPD. Since I had nothing to lose, I went looking for him.

Even with his rude introduction, he didn't look like he had bad intentions. I can judge people pretty well, he seemed like someone I could trust. His name is Makarro Aetherward.

I ended up staying in the detective’s house while we investigated the case. Surprisingly, we got along and quickly it became my home as well.

It was unreal how happy I was there, it felt like someone took a huge weight from me. Sure, I needed to learn how to cook and clean for myself, but I was free.

No more being bossed around by the others nor be worried about pleasing everyone. I could truly be myself.

Also, Makarro's company was pleasant. The best moments of my day were when we could spend time together, mundane things turned out as fun experiences.

Cooking became my new hobby, making food and then tasting it with him is something I couldn’t trade for anything. How his face went from faking a smile to actually enjoy it, was enough to try my best the next time.

“Do you like the new recipe? It's from my books”

“This is really good, I'm surprised” His face lit up when he put the spoon in his mouth.

“Oh, so you didn't like my food before? You were lying to me?” I put my hand on my mouth as dramatic as possible.

“No! That's not what I-”  He quickly shakes his head. 

“Oh, you are so gullible” I couldn’t contain my laugh any longer. He can't do anything but look in defeat with a smile.

“Don't worry, I know my cooking wasn't the best. Honestly, those spices make the difference”

When I felt comfortable enough, I started to re-decorate the house. It screamed “I don’t live here because it feels lonely” and didn’t feel like a home someone would like to return.

I started with some plants, not flowers because I’m allergic to pollen, then vases, paintings and my own stuff. Even if I barely got outside, hanging out together at home felt like a dream I didn’t want to wake up. 

I went outside mostly when I helped with cases but I enjoyed myself every time, even when we ran for our lives from the assassins. Normally, it'll be scary but I felt safe with him. I knew together we'll find a way out.

Later on, he told me I brought color into his life, and so did he to mine. After a couple of dates, we got together officially.

My favorite ones were when we went to dance, both outside and inside the house, it was just us in the world.

For that year and a half, I forgot how cruel it was back at the castle, what it was like to be invisible. Sometimes I wonder if it was better if I never ran away, at least you could've been safe...

…

I thought I could handle being alone with nothing but my thoughts but I was wrong. 

There was nothing I could do but to walk in circles in my tiny room.

After a while I started to feel that they’ll try to eliminate me again, despite doing everything right. When I thought I was being paranoid, I remember that they, in fact, tried to kill me.

I had nothing but my brother's empty words, with the promise to keep me alive. At the end of the day, their mission is the same. As long as I live, they can’t do what they want. 

Perhaps they will be more cautious, the next time it could be an “accident”. It is easier to tell people I died because of food poisoning. Also, everything I eat is served by them.

I ended up eating less and less until I stopped eating all together. At the same time, I asked the staff to stop coming to my place. I couldn’t take any chances, so I cleaned up myself.

It kept me occupied for a while. Maintaining my room clean and organized felt like I cleansed my own mind.

…

I got weaker and weaker with time, my hopes of going outside were fading. I could barely get out of my bed and I didn’t have a reason to do it either.

The dust started to pile up, my wrinkled clothes stayed on the floor and the window was covered with a curtain.

I could only hear the sound of my own breathing and sometimes, a few steps outside. There was nothing new to experience, even the hunger couldn't bother me. There was nothing but my thoughts. 

And suddenly, I got the realization that nothing will change even if I get out. It shattered the few sanity I had left.

All these negative thoughts plagued my mind until the idea of finally doing what they wanted crossed my mind. Tears slowly fell down on my face as I accepted my defeat.

Being a puppet for someone was my greatest fear and it was closer to becoming inevitable. After many months, I still couldn't find a way out and staying locked up wasn't a great plan either. 

I was thinking of explaining to my brother my change of mind, when a sudden breeze moved the curtains. The sunlight came right to my face, interrupting my plan.

Reluctantly, I got up and slowly approached the wall.

"I don't remember the sunlight being so bright"

When I was about to close the curtains, I stopped and looked outside. I could see the city, people doing their normal routine.

They still have hope for the future even with the war scars on them. They deserve it and I know for sure my brother won’t give them that. No one in this castle cares for them.

But I do.

I care and CAN make that future happen.

I felt a boost of motivation. I took out the curtains, cleaned my bedroom and organized my stuff.

At that moment, I swore, even with my last breath, I’ll do my best for them. Not only that, also my dearest is still looking for me.

I need to get myself together, we’ve promised to see each other again and I don't break a promise.

I needed to be stronger, I wouldn’t let them down. But, in order for me to do that, I had to start eating once more. Still not everything on the plate, but enough to give me energy. Just one step at a time.

…

Who knew three years went by until I got to see my love and freedom again. It was like any other day, I was sitting on a chair reading when Kayble visited me.

Once again he tried to convince me to follow his story. Then he dropped the phrase that I feared the most.

"I most definitely HATE YOU"

At that moment, my heart shattered, I knew there was no going back to how we used to be.

But I couldn’t show him my emotions, I had to keep my ground. My unwavering gaze stayed focused on his eyes as I desperately tried not to cry.

When he left, I heard a familiar voice. It came from the shadow next to my window.

It was my dearest Makkaro! I could barely believe my eyes. I was ecstatic, he was alive! I wanted nothing more than to give him a big hug. 

But when I tried to approach him…

"Wait, no, don't move"

I stopped. Wasn't he happy to see me?

"Did you betray me? Was my love a game to you?"

I couldn’t see his face, but his voice was enough to know his feelings.

At first, I was in shock, does he really think I'm capable of that?

Then I realized, the story my brother created probably traveled to the place he was trapped.

"It's not true, my dearest" "I love you… I really really missed you" I could barely contain my tears.

He sounded relieved. Despite that, I couldn’t get close yet. It was until he got into the light that I understood. To say that he looked horrible was an understatement.

He had bruises, scars, burn marks. WHAT did they do to him? I was looking at an undead. He was more dead than alive. 

At the moment, he just said they did terrible things to him, and even cried. 

I couldn’t do anything to comfort him, still, what could I even say? He suffered because of me and no amount of words could take his memories away.

He told me how learned necromancy and escaped. That was impossible, necromancers lose their minds almost immediately and yet he sounded mostly like he used to be.

Finally he mentioned the Karmic Touch, a curse upon necromancers. Anything in contact with skin, it melts. The only exception is a protection spell.

He asked me if I could accept him like this. I didn’t even think twice and made the protection spell right away.

I immediately ran to him and we hugged tightly. It has been so long since the last time we could be together, I didn’t want it to end.

I could feel how slim he was. I have no idea how he could keep himself standing.

Suddenly, we heard noises from outside and were brought back to reality. We weren’t safe and he offered to escape in his own way. He asked if he could kidnap me. My dearest has the worst choice of words in the worst moments, and I love it. 

"Are you asking me to marry you?" I said with a grin and tears of joy.

He confirmed. 

"I'd love to"

Then we made a vow. I’ll take any chance to be with him again, even if I need to leave everything behind.

I won’t abandon him again. Besides, there is nothing left for me here. He is my new home.

After that, we teletransported to a safer location while destroying the room with fire. We arrived at this place far away from the castle when I saw it, a talking skeleton. 

Certainly, I should've expected that but nothing really prepares you when you see it. His name is Frank, a friend of Mak. Despite the way he talks, he seems trustworthy.

And my new life began.

…

After writing down everything we went through, I remember. We've been through hell to get where we are now. There are sacrifices we need to do to get what we want. 

I know necromancy surely will take over my dearest someday. But this is the reason, even if it's just a small chance to save him from this and get enough strength to change the future of my city, I’ll take it.

But the uneasy feeling hasn't gone away completely. 

I should check up on him.

The End.

#goodboyaudios #good boy audios #audio rp #audio roleplay #gba #gba moth #gba makkaro #I can't believe this is my first fanfic #My Darling actually uses she/her but I didn't realized I was writing they/them and stayed like that #Since GB never stated what happened in Darling/Gienne POV I thought to give it a try #I love Darling/Gienne #She's my favorite GB listener next to Faithful #I think she can have an interesting backstory #From her life before she became heir to her relationship with Kayble #And the reasons to keep up with Mak's plan

[dykefaggotry]

songs that make the most sense if the singer is gay but everyone is twisting themselves into pretzels to make it straight that they come up with stories that make even less sense than "he's singing about a man." are my white whale

#not even just abt Them although it's painfully obvious there #saw someone say oh! darling is absolutely about john but the proof is that it's not a romantic song #but also this is me every time i listen to white blank page bc i cannot fathom what pov youd have to be singing from for it to be straight #like i guess the girl in question could be bi but i hiiiighly doubt it #ppl dont usually go for that when theyre writing songs bc making the love interests gender obvious by setting them up against the 'opposite #gender is easier as far as songwriting goes #so when a song says 'can you lie next to her' youre likely going to be singing about a man ykwim #anyway.

[ba-sing-se-dropout]

Mind you, Azula, like most of the characters on the show was really spiritually imbalanced but the difference is that at the end of the show her soul became more unbalanced as she was forced to face the reality of her life without having anything necessary in her( self-love, solid good morals not the swaying ones she had and an actual idea of who she is... Things which only come fom having experienced true love but we already know she didn't get to have that!) to fight with. The way her earth chakra fully closed with the constant betrayals of her loved ones when it was barely hanging open in the first place with how she was raised 😐 like damn, that thing closed so hard my poor girl whole system shut down!!

And not to mention how BOTH her throat and light chakras were opening?? Her light chakra opened like a floodgate, down right gave her visual and audio hallucinations...

Her Qi was literally in shambles, unbalanced and unstoppable and unapologetic by the time the comet arrived to strengthen it 💀😭

#azula #her breakdown is sm interesting when you view it from a spiritual POV #And you don't have to worry about people screaming psychological diagnosis and stuff💀 #Anyway my girl's qi was unbalanced af #And then it was heightened by the comet! #I love The Guru episode sm #You can choose any character from the show and analyze them through the knowledge from that ep! #Inching closer to actually writing my meta about her breakdown with little random posts and thoughts thrown #Mental breakdown/Psychosis or Qi Deviation??👀 #That's the title!!

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Master of Poisons

high fantasy set in an African-inspired world with floating cities and a poison desert slowly taking over the land

follows a man trying to convince the indifferent empire to save the world from impending climate disaster, who is exiled and goes to try and find a cure himself

and a young girl who traverses the smokelands (a spirit/dreamworld) who is sold by her family and eventually becomes a powerful griot (storyteller/bard/historian)

interesting world, animal POVs, magic, queer characters

#master of poisons #aroaessidhe 2024 reads #This has super interesting worldbuilding!! the writing didn’t quite work for me though #The arrangement of sentences made it quite hard for me to follow a lot of the time. I think it worked for Awa’s POV being quite dreamlike #and wandering; but for the other being more complex and political and more dialogue it just didn’t work for me. #I did actually notice later on when they’re both talking - there was a mention of them switching languages #and I noticed the sentence structure was way easier to follow? So I can see this being an intentional choice mirroring how diff languages #work. But unfortunately doesn’t change the fact that it sounded weird in my head #I definitely enjoyed Awa more as a character; watching her grow and learn; her bee friends; and the sweet sapphic romance she had #And I liked the animal POVs (if brief) and musical magic kind of thing #the whole smokelands thing….there’s definitely lots of good stuff in here also! #sapphic books

[narwhalandchill]

whenever im running my dan heng team with bailu i just keep thinking about how shes essentially been like. grounded her whole life all thanks to the former ILs numerous scandals, war crimes and the like and its like. i mean serious talk its sad and the vidyadhara preceptors are cringe haters but also. even assuming dan heng ends up redeeming himself in the eyes of the luofu by helping with the stellaron mess (which seems likely). i just really want her to get to call him a stupid fruit or something its what she deserves. shes doing it to cope

#this is jokey but also if anyone ever writes a serious character study about bailu and her pov and relationship with #the looming silhouette of the last IL casting its shadow upon her life #i would eat that shit up. altho now that i typed that out im kinda feeling like my brain might just write it myself #God its been 2 years since i wrote a fic #but like this is so interesting to think about. #rambles #hsr #bailu #dan heng #hsr leaks /

[mitakun]

i've watched the triple MyGO anime ep yesterday but i can't stop thinking about tomori.. i think she is the most autistic character i've seen tbh and i definitely had a spiritual experience while watching it ngl

#like seriously im obsessed #not even mentioning ep3 but theres so many of those little monents #like when anon was talking with her classmates and tomori in the background was lining up magnets on the blackboard in a neat line #and all her little collection habits #and how she gets all jittery when someone gets remotely interested in her stuff #and how she sulks when someone tells her they dont care #but on god ep3 really went off #i really loved how almost the entire ep was tomoris pov #theres too much stuff to list even #but the thing that got me the most is the first “lyrics” that she wrote.. like jesus #how she could never fit in.. and how she never felt connected to anyone.. and how she wanted to “become human” #like istg whoever was responsible for writing all that i owe them my life #please dont fuck this up later on #tho probably even if they fuck it up im never letting this go #bang dream #MyGO!!!!! #tomori takamatsu

[butchriptide]

Urges to script out a small comic piece as a partial rewrite/reimagining sort for arc 2's epilogue, versus the fact that I will likely never actually finish it...

#I think the peacemaker resolution is actually incredibly interesting #like I know people say it ruined the morals of arc 2 and such but I think it's more fun to meet the narrative where it is like. #really asking the question what does this mean if there is never a chance for the dragon to be turned back? #is this just a type of murder? would people have reacted differently if they had killed darkstalker in a more straightforward manner? #the books like to treat a lot of the magic as a study of a character's relation to identity; e.i tourmaline choosing to become ruby again #because she IS ruby now. we don't get a POV for her so we don't know if she mourns losing her life as tourmaline #but she makes the choice because her life as ruby is much richer. ruby is a mother and tourmaline isn't ruby is queen and tourmaline isn't #I believe tui stated outright that to reverse the peacemaker enchantment would simply result in darkstalker dying altogether #so if there's no way for him to come back... #it's interesting !! it's even more interesting the idea of the after effects on the characters themselves #also I get to live in the reality in which they intend to tell Winter. because god I hate the epilogue for how it shafts him. #they'd tell him !!! they trust him !!! i know this I know them better than Tui did writing that epilogue !!!! believe me please god !!!! #anyway I specifically want to script out a conversation between Kinkajou and Qibli #I think they'd have interesting things to talk about on the matter

[teleportationmagic]

mmmmm don't know if I'll ever get around to writing this, but while we're talking about Cass's missing period, may I present to you

Batgirl: Lost Days

We follow (in part) a mercenary hired by David Cain in the aftermath of her running away. His job is pretty simple - collect this impossible child through any means save death, and bring her back. This is is complicated by the fact that Cass is Cass, but simplified by the fact that she can't kill him either. They start in the middle of a city - Cassandra living off a mixture of scraps and theft, him sifting through corners looking for a desperate black haired girl in a sea of desperate black haired girls and largely getting a punch to the face whenever he does catch up. Eventually she gets bored of him and of this, and sneaks onto a random truck, headed away from the city. He in turn spends hours pouring through security camera footage and the shipping manifest until he can take a plane to the place we was supposed to arrive.

And then he hears that it got waidlaid by a bunch of bandits. We flash back to Cassandra who hears the bang of a gunshot, and swings out of the car to see a body slumping out of the truck, bright red. She's an immediate blend of motion, of course - but dead is dead. They are incapacitated, but she can't do. anything about it.

He finds her an hour later, and she insists that the take the gangsters with them, turning them over to the local police all the while he has one hand on her. Till it's done, of course. Then she runs away again, and he's left trying to follow her where she goes next.

#telespeak #If I was writing the as a comic (which this is very much designed to fit into the structure of) this would cover most of the first issue #choosing an outside pov partially comes out of how tricky it is to write a just a silent protag in comics #but mostly because it's good to have someone nipping at her heels to keep her moving and because Cass's pov of herself is so warped at this #point in time. contrasting the two would be interesting #plus there should be a redemption arc in early cass's story. she is who she is before bruce came along yanno? #cassandra cain

[doodles-with-noodles]

I‘m just collecting a few ideas for my characters/lines and-

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I think I could write the shit out of this

#my ocs <3 #original character #oc story #story #writing #am I a writer? Idk but #writers on tumblr #idea dump #idk if I would limit the narration only to Jules but I think her pov would be very interesting

[saintchaser]

marlene mckinnon headcanons because i love her

has larger shoulders than hips

really gangly, think a shorter version of remus

spreads wherever she sits

can climb up a tree in no time. there's a walnut tree that separates her bedroom from james' where they live, in wombourne, and she has to climb out her window in order to meet up with him in it

is actually extremely patient, that many years with five brothers made her like that

seems like a pretty harsh person, but she's just a tougher nut to crack. once you get to know her a little bit more, you turn to realize she's actually a really warm person

makes her friends gag gifts all of the time

actually had a little crush on euphemia

speaking of gifts, she loves making bracelets and giving them to them

can't stay still for one fucking second

cuts her hair by herself all the time, and she never cuts her bangs (once, when her mother commented about her haircut, she snuck into her room and snipped a bit from her hair too)

her bangs are always in her eyes

her eyes are a really light brown but they seem dark because her eyes are always covered with hair and because she wears eyeliner to make them look darker

gives people piercings and stick and pokes in myrtle's bathroom

always has a cigarette tucked behind her ear (think kenickie from grease)

is a good singer, but not a really great dancer

is always really loud about what she believes in

has a really good memory

academical rivals with dorcas and lily. is actually really smart, she's just not creditedwears enough for it

her favorite subjects are arithmancy and runes, and she uses runes for tattoo ideas for herself and her mates

big fan of the runaways and the ramones

has a brummie accent

#i love marlene so much she's the loml #i also have never written anything from her pov before ibypf so that was interesting to do and i can't wait to do more of it #because i tend to write from comfort zones pov (characters i resemble more: remus dorcas regulus etc) and marlene and i are nothing alike #so it's interesting to work with the way she sees and perceives the world in my opinion and i should do more marlene povs in ibypf because #i enjoy myself more than i thought i would #james potter #dorcas meadowes #lily evans #marlene mckinnon #marlene mckinnon headcanons #headcanons