Do you ever think of how hardcore it is that Xehanort killed Eraqus? Terra might have weakened him but it was Xehanort, by choice, who did the final blow. It already says a lot since we knew that they were classmates and friends in BBS, but when you have the full context of Dark Road, it hits in a eerily haunting way.
Imagine that younger Xehanort, who killed Baldr and lost his friends, learning that he will kill his best friend (legit, according to Baldr, his light). Considering that KH3/Re:Mind have it where Young Xehanort is the one that was going to take his Mark of Mastery (hence, after Dark Road events), I wonder what would have been his reaction to Eraqus being killed by his own hand. Realistically, I could imagine that he’d feel conflicted about it, maybe end up looking at his future self in a different way. But because he wouldn’t remember that when travelling back in time, nothing would change. There’s something so...brutal and a bit heart wrenching about that idea.
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Okay but sending my partners the incredibly horny scene where Jill presses fingers to Marigold's lips in order to teach her how to seal wounds and extract blood for the purposes of wielding it as a weapon is the best fucking thing.
I am incredibly horny about Jill's blood control and I will not stop.
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Will you be commenting on the Taylor drama?
I love the way this was worded, like I'm one of the siblings on Succession and the press has cornered me outside my penthouse to ask if I'll be releasing a statement on my family's latest scandal. Hehehe anyways.
Sorry but I just don't understand how anyone is shocked. Truly what has that woman ever done to successfully convince people that this is out of character for her. Like I don't want to diminish anyone's pain or anything but I see all these stans on here and over on Twitter in all this distress, having their very first epiphanies like "Hold on . . . does Taylor . . . suck??" And I kinda just have to chuckle at them cause like bless your hearts babes, but omg catch UP 😭
Lol because 1) she is a severely emotionally stunted person who thinks edgy British "bad boys" are hot like she's 12 years old, 2) she has no true deeply-held moral principles outside of issues that directly affect herself, and 3) truthfully, she seems to be suffering from a serious crisis of identity after the end of the longest and most significant romantic relationship of her life, and in my opinion is pretty clearly desperate to prove something to the world/her ex/herself.
The first reason is cringe but not news to longtime viewers, the second reason is pathetic but also not news (to those who can be honest with themselves), and the third is . . . understandable in some sense, but not pitiable enough to make me willing to humor this insufferable little episode she's having. I wish her luck on this humiliating rebound journey, but she is gonna have to walk that road on her own.
Normally, I always roll my eyes when people make these kinds of jokes, but given the circumstances I feel justified in saying: I can't wait to hear the breakup song about him, sis 🤡
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The Bastards of Waters
a/n: this is inspired by a fic called watch the world burn by mylordstrong on ao3:)
Summary: Lucerys is bastardized by a king Aemond Targaryen to become Lucerys Waters, who births him bastard sons. Those sons are forced to journey to the Red Keep, away from their beloved mother and homely manse after the King demands them brought to him, as his Stag Queen has only ever birthed him girls in their 15 years of marriage. Luke, humiliated and angry, warns and prepares his children of the dangers they’ll be facing once they step foot within their hateful father’s castle.
a/n 2: uh, luke’s in his “alicent era with a hint of rhaenyra losing her mind era” is all I’m saying for this :)
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“Keep your brothers in line, Daemon, never let them out of your sight, never let them be alone with anyone in the Keep,” Luke whispers to his eldest, as he clutches the teen’s face harshly. It was the first time Daemon had ever felt pain in his mother’s hold - it was always soft, warm and maternal. He couldn’t blame his faultless mother, he was worried for his children going into unknown and hostile territory after all.
Daemon’s hands shot up to grip his loving mother’s fingers gently, prying them from his face to hold within his own, “I will ensure my brothers never know pain in the Keep, and I promise they’ll be safe and protected as long as I’m still around, mother.”
He can feel his kind mother’s hands shaking, as his eyes stared back into his soft mother’s dark milky hues.
“…All right, I’ll be holding you to that promise,” Luke rasps out, as he frees himself from his son’s tight grip. He cups Daemon’s cheeks, gently this time, with enough warmth he could see his son physically melt in his palms. “Bring you brothers here, I need you all here to tell you of what to expect in that viper’s den.”
“Yes, mother.”
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After getting his brothers into the manse’s main room, all sitting on the sofa, Luke rants and warns his sons of the Red Keep’s dangers.
“You mustn’t be alone nor trust anyone in the Keep, everyone there’s no better than the people in Flea Bottom. They lie, kill, cheat, steal and brag - they will cause you harm and death and suffering. Trusting a person in the Keep, and being vulnerable with any of them is a death sentence in that wretched place,” he starts, pacing back and forth while biting his nails red. “You mustn’t make any mistake, if you do, they will pounce on you for it, humiliate you for it - be as perfect as you can be, and watch and protect each other’s backs. The only ones you can trust in the Keep are yourselves and each other, never forget that.”
Luke can see the fear and hate erupting in the eyes of his children. “Good,” he thought, “that hatred and fear shall keep them alive and protected within the Cursed King’s grasp.”
He knows what he’s doing is wrong, that installing more hate and fear to fester within his own sons might lead to drastic consequences, but he couldn’t careless.
He birthed his sons alone, he taught his sons alone, he entertained his sons alone, he raised his sons alone. If anyone had any problems with how he raised them, full of nothing but spiteful, bitter and frightful contempt for nearly everyone in Westeros - then they should’ve never left him alone to raise his own children as he sees fit.
Luke was quite glad. While he had few friends and loyal followers, he still had allies he knew he could trust.
The many former gold cloaks loyal to his step-father, Daemon Targaryen, trained his sons and vowed to protect both Luke and them - and to join their rebellion when the time comes to fruition. Two of his mother’s handmaidens, who were there for all of her births - and her death - had vowed to ardently stay beside Luke for when the Greens fall, and he or one of his sons takes the throne.
The White Worm - Lady Mysaria - and the whores of Westeros, whom never achieved the peace and equality they were promised by the Black Queen as a result of her death from the traitorous Greens. Nettles, whom seeks revenge for the death of Daemon Targaryen, vows to see the dragon Vhagar and her rider fall in disgrace and dishonor.
Rhaena and Baela, whom quietly gathered allies within the Free Cities, and raised Morning in secrecy away from prying eyes and ears. And the Starks and Arryns, disgraced Houses for their loyalty to the true Queen, Rhaenyra Targaryen, had vowed to see and support Lucerys Waters, the last living son of the rightful heir, sit on the Iron Throne - even if their devotion and fealty were done in secret codes and whispers.
Luke sighs as he halts his rants. Cupping his hands together, he raises them to his face to cover his vicious expression from his beloved sons. Turning his eyes to them, he gently brings his children together, and grips the hands of his youngest, staring in the eyes of all his sons. He finally lets out a final warning in a pale and muted voice; “When the King’s stag wife births the son of the blood of the dragon that he wants, flee as fast and as far away as you can - He will not hesitate to kill all of you, and he will not hesitate to kill me, your mother, either. That man is our family’s ruin and cause of suffering. Do you understand, my loves?”
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Hawnestly, there’s a million-and-one points that I’d love to punch Knives in the face over, but I can’t get over, “What are you talking about, Vash? Kni is dead. You killed him.”
I’ll never not get furious over it ever time how Knives uses his hurt to hurt Vash, even in his “dying” moments. How he holds onto his resentment that Vash didn’t choose him. Didn’t pick his side. How Vash didn’t deny himself- his hopes, his wants, his ideals, his beliefs, and his LOVE- to help him, and treats that refusal to abandon himself as betrayal.
I get that to Knives, it is. It feels like it. But he equally as much betrayed Vash. Drove him to hurt and act in ways he never would have otherwise. Gave him an impossible mission to take on alone- the same ways Knives took his on in solitude. But Knives acted first. He started it. Which sounds deeply ironic and trivial since he is the elder sibling (I am one myself, I’m allowed to say this). But, truly, Vash was only reacting to Knives pushing forwards towards a future he didn’t want. That he was uniquely capable of correcting when given the chance. And it benefitted plants and humans both.
Vash would have helped Knives. He wanted to save him- to find a way that they could move forward towards happiness together. But it would always include a happiness with humans that Knives couldn’t abide by because he never wanted to see past his own hurt. He took his trauma, made it his reality, and took measure to force it onto the rest of the world as well, his brother included.
To say that Vash killed him is ludicrous projection. Kni killed his own connection with the baby brother he cared so much about. It wasn’t Vash’s lack of want. It wasn’t humanity’s mistakes/misdeeds. Kni chose to do that himself and “killed” himself for his own dedication to a self-serving future.
And I’m not going to sit here and act like he wasn’t justified to an extent, in seeing what became of Tesla and the plants undergoing a Last Run. But it’s for those same reasons that I wish he had done things differently when Vash could have helped. Even in their dying moments, the plants still cried and reached out, hoping to be heard. Understood. Connected with. Saved. They wanted to be saved. Just like Knives. And Vash could have done it. Maybe not in the Last Run scene, but if Knives had just given him a chance to prove what could be when you don’t hold on so tight to the pain of yesterday… doomed by the narrative fr 🫠
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