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jinjeriffic · 2 months

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DCxDP Prophecy Universe Part 7

Part 6

It took Damian the rest of the afternoon to prepare for his trip to Amity Park. Jon helpfully agreed to cover for him, on the promise of a copy of the upcoming Cheese Viking 2 and getting filled in on all the hot Bat gossip afterwards. Wasn’t friendship grand?

Pennyworth thankfully agreed that ‘bonding time’ between the Super Sons was a good use of fall break and even took the time to ‘Prepare some healthy snacks for the young Masters, lest you eat junk food the whole week’. The task also handily distracted the butler while Damian packed the Batwing with all the necessary surveillance equipment he would need and set up the program to spoof his flight data. Damian had no doubt that Father wouldn’t be fooled for long, but with the Bat it was always better to ask for forgiveness rather than permission.

The flight to Illinois was mercifully uneventful. Damian rappelled off in the middle of the eponymous city Park, then instructed the autopilot to take the plane to a wooded area outside city limits and park there in camouflage mode. Once he was sure his arrival had gone undetected, he changed into civvies and with his backpack full of gear set off in the direction of Fenton Works on foot. In jeans, sneakers, a dark hoodie and a baseball cap he looked like any other kid his age, even if he was out after curfew. Damian made sure to stick to the shadows and ducked behind cover whenever a car passed him.

All in all it took him until the early morning hours to arrive at the correct address. Intellectually, he had known the Fentons operated their workshop out of the family home, but he was in no way prepared for the monstrosity of a building that greeted him. Damian couldn’t help but stop and stare in disbelief.

What had once started out as an ordinary brownstone building had a glaring neon sign out front, proudly proclaiming the company name. Perched precariously on the roof was a gigantic metal structure that looked like a cross between a cartoon UFO and an observatory. There was no way this was legal or sane. If something like this had popped up in Gotham it would have been flagged as a Rogue hideout and bugged to hell and back. Hell, Damian was half tempted to break in immediately to start planting cameras but was held back by the likely presence of a custom security system. Mad scientists were rude like that and Damian didn’t want to tip his hand too early. He would have to at least wait until he was sure the Fentons weren’t at home.

Damian tucked his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and strolled past the building at a fake casual pace. The windows were dark and the building was silent, except for the faint hum of the neon sign. This early on a Saturday morning, the residents were likely fast asleep. He spotted an electric scooter chained up next to the stairs leading up to the entrance and made the deduction that it likely belonged to Daniel. Under the guise of retying his shoelaces, he dropped to one knee and surreptitiously attached a bug to the vehicle. Ideally he would get the opportunity to bug Daniel himself, but for now this would have to do. Hoping that no one had noticed him, Damian continued down the street.

He had researched the area ahead of time and had found an apartment a few buildings down and across the street that was advertised as available for rent and was unoccupied. Breaking in and disabling the home alarm was child’s play, and after making sure he was alone in the apartment, Damian settled in to begin his surveillance.

He pulled the handheld radiation detector out of his backpack and after making sure it was operational he slipped it into his pocket. With no way to boost its range he would have to get pretty close to Daniel with no major obstructions in the way in order to verify if he had been in contact with the marked bills he had slipped Phantom. But Damian was confident in his ability to stay undetected. After all, Daniel had no reason to suspect he was being stalked by a curious Bat.

Damian kept himself occupied by listening to the local radio broadcast over his comm. The hosts sounded like chipper twenty-somethings, excitedly shilling for various local events happening over fall break, in-between shilling for local businesses. Why anyone would want to eat at an establishment called the Nasty Burger was beyond Damian. Whenever they stopped nattering to play actual music it was a blessing even if the appeal of the songs was entirely lost on the young vigilante. Finally, at 8am they had an actual news segment. Most of it was covering major US and global events, nothing Damian hadn’t already heard. Elections, natural disasters, rising tensions in Bialya…

“...and in local news, the City Library has announced that clean-up after last week’s ghost attack is finished, and they will be open at their normal hours on Monday!” the female host said cheerily, as if she was talking about the weather. “As usual, we would like to remind our listeners to keep their third eyes peeled for any ghost sightings! In case of a ghost attack, follow standard protocol and head to your nearest ghost shelter. Thank you! And here’s Mark with sports!”

Damian was flabbergasted. Ghost attack? This city experienced supernatural incursions and treated it like it was a normal occurrence? He’d read that the Fentons were ghost hunters, but he hadn’t thought anyone was taking them seriously! If Amity Park was under attack on a regular basis, how come the Justice League didn’t have a file on the city? Surely the news should have leaked to the outside world by now!

It was rare that Damian was caught so utterly wrong footed. His cursory research into Amity Park had turned up nothing like this! He was itching to get back to the Batcomputer to do a deep dive on the city and its history. Unfortunately, all he had on him was his phone which was ill suited for serious data compilation. At best he could scour local news sites and social media for any hint as to what was going on.

After half an hour of fruitless searching, he gave up in disgust. There was no mention of ghosts anywhere, save for the Fentons’ own website. Yet the news report had been almost blasé about the subject! Something was rotten in the State of Illinois.

All he could do for now was stare out the window at the Fenton’s front porch and hope his quarry made an appearance soon.

At 9.13 AM there was finally movement at the Fenton house. A dark-haired teenager in jeans, a light T-shirt, a backpack and a bicycle helmet bounded down the front steps and unlocked the electric scooter. It was unmistakably Daniel.

Damian hurriedly packed away his things, grabbed his backpack and left the apartment. He made sure to rearm the security system and lock the door, leaving no trace of ever having been there. Of course Damian wasn’t about to pursue his target across the rooftops of an unknown city in broad daylight. He would just have to wait for Daniel to arrive at his destination and follow him there. He retrieved his phone and pulled up the tracking data. It looked like the teen was headed towards the city center.

Damian tuned his comm to the listening device he had planted and set off towards downtown Amity at a light jog. For a while, all he heard was background noise. After about ten minutes, Daniel came to a stop.

“Hey Tucker, ready to go?” That had to be Daniel.

“Hey Danny!” a second male voice answered, “I was just waiting for you. Sam says she’ll meet us at the main entrance of the mall.”

“Sweet. Hopefully we can grab something cool from Game’O’Rama if we beat the rush.”

“You said it, my dude. Come on!”

The tracker resumed its movement. Now that he had a destination, Damian used his phone to call a cab. There couldn’t be that many malls in a city this size.

Daniel and his friend ‘Tucker’ kept up a steady stream of idle chatter on their journey. Damian learned more than he ever wanted to know about the attractive qualities of the female students at their high school, the tediousness of the homework assignments they had received for the week and the reviews of recent horror movie releases. Inconsequential chit chat as far as Damian was concerned. Once the pair arrived at their destination they parked their scooters and were soon out of range of the listening device. Damian cut the transmission and spent the rest of the short cab ride trying to find information on Daniel’s companion. Since they were apparently classmates and he had a first name to go on, it didn’t take long to narrow it down to Tucker Foley. Damian made a mental note to investigate him in depth later.

The mall was moderately busy when he arrived but nowhere near as bad as Gotham. Luckily there was a floorplan displayed at the entrance and it didn’t take Damian long to find the Game’O’Rama store. Predictably, it was dedicated to video games, gaming accessories and memorabilia. A sign in the window announced a major weekend sale, likely what had drawn Daniel and his companions. Damian slipped on a pair of mirrored sunglasses to conceal his eyes and meandered into the store. Wandering between the aisles, pretending to examine the games on offer, it didn’t take him long to find his quarry and Damian got his first good look at the trio.

Daniel was almost a head taller than Damian, slightly paler and with his dark hair mussed up from the scooter ride earlier. His clothes were slightly threadbare, and not the kind that was intentional. His white T-shirt bore a faded NASA logo and his jeans were frayed at the cuffs. He had dark circles under his eyes, though not nearly as bad as Drake got when he was on a case. Nonetheless, for the moment he seemed cheerful and at ease. He was examining the back of a disk case.

“I don’t know Tuck, I’m not much for medieval fantasy,” he said amusedly, “and a lot of these monsters look like ghosts we’ve seen. I get enough of them on a day to day basis, I don’t need them in my video games too.”

Again, this talk of ghosts.

The African American male next to Daniel had to be Tucker Foley. He was just a few inches shorter than Daniel, with his hair in shoulder length dreadlocks partially covered by a red beret. A matching red T-shirt with white Atari logo and baggy camo pants screamed nerd even before you got close enough to notice the black rimmed glasses and the clunky looking device he was tapping away on. Where did he get it from, the middle-ages?

“Look, the reviews are pretty great, and if we avoid everything ghost related what’s even left?” the boy argued, “You can’t let ghosts ruin your fun, man.”

“Tucker’s right, Danny.” the third member of their group chimed in. She was dressed head to toe in black, with a sheer, lacy top, a knee-length skirt, fishnet gloves and stockings and a pair of combat boots. With the thick soles giving her added height, she was almost as tall as Daniel. She wore eerily pale foundation making her dark purple lipstick and eyeshadow pop out even more. She had a small nose stud with a matching purple stone. Her earrings were shaped like spiders dangling from a web and she wore a pentagram necklace. Damian knew some of his schoolmates belonged to the goth subculture, but Gotham Academy’s dress code heavily limited such self-expression on campus. He guessed this girl was either really dedicated to the style or really dedicated to pissing off her parents. Maybe both.This had to be ‘Sam’.

“Besides, if Technus couldn’t ruin gaming for us no one else should either!” she continued.

“Fiiiiine,” Daniel sighed, clearly playing up his reluctance. “but if Amity gets attacked by an army of goblins next I reserve the right to say ‘I told you so’!” He double checked the price tag. “Splitsies?”

The girl scoffed and plucked the case from his hand. “I’ll take this one, you can pay for lunch later. Why don’t you two go ahead to Pineapple Republic for those jeans you wanted? I’ll catch up to you.”

“If you’re sure. Thanks Sam!” Daniel leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek. “I guess we’ll see you there.”

“Yeah, thanks Sam.”

“Go on, shoo!” she laughed and headed over to the cash register as the boys left the store. Making a split second decision, Damian grabbed a random game from the shelf and got in line behind Sam. He leaned slightly towards her, pretending to examine the figurines behind the counter and stealthily stuck a bug to her skirt. Now he could listen in on their conversation without having to risk being noticed.

After paying for his purchase he wandered off in the direction the other teens had taken. He would just have to leave the game somewhere ‘accidentally’ at the earliest opportunity. Pretending to check his phone he tuned his comm to the frequency of the new bug.

“...I think those are still a little short on you.” Sam said amusedly.

“Man, I’m glad I finally got my growth spurt, but having to replace most of my wardrobe is gonna be a pain in the ass!” Daniel complained.

“Look at it this way Danny, this could be your chance to branch out. A whole new style, a whole new you!” Sam countered enthusiastically.

Damian walked towards the source of the signal. He didn’t follow the trio directly into Pineapple Republic, instead heading into the shoe store across from the clothing store. Browsing there would let him keep an eye on the entrance.

“Let me guess, would this style include black, black and more black?” came Foley’s snarky voice.

“Black is timeless, I’ll have you know,” Sam sniffed in mock offense, “and Danny does look good in it. Just try it?”

“I don’t know Sam, I don’t wanna blow my allowance on clothes that don’t feel like me.”

“Oh! We could always try the thrift store, they have plenty of cool stuff! And upcycling is great for the environment.”

“Uh, hard pass,” came the flat reply, “I would like to survive the year with some of my dignity intact, please.”

“Yeah dude, if Dash and his cronies caught wind of Danny going to Goodwill or something they’d never let him live it down.”

“There is nothing wrong with buying second-hand!”

“Says the girl in $500 guaranteed cruelty free designer boots.” Foley shot back.

“That’s different!” Sam sputtered, “And besides, I don’t see why you still chase the approval of those jerks.”

“Easy guys, settle down,” Daniel said placatingly, “Sam, you know it’s different for us. You might be able to brush off Paulina’s snarky comments, but I can’t just brush off Dash trying to rearrange my face. I’d rather not paint an even bigger target on my back.”

Sam gave a loud sigh. “Ugh, stupid high school politics. I can’t wait to graduate.”

“I dunno, if things go according to plan you’ll have to deal with real politics, Ms Future Administrator of the EPA Manson.” Daniel teased.

“You mean Senator Manson.” Foley chimed in.

“Madam President Manson!”

“Stop it guys!” the girl laughed, “I’ll leave the political ass kissing to someone else. I just want to save the planet! But I gotta get my doctorate first.”

“Well if you do end up having to take over the country to do it, there’s one thing to keep in mind,” Foley said sagely, “You can’t be much worse than President Luthor.”

The two replied with fake gagging noises while Foley just snickered.

“But seriously, since you brought up mixing up my style… I was thinking of getting my ears pierced.” Daniel said hesitantly.

“Really? Ooh, do you want studs? Danglers? An industrial?” Sam gushed excitedly.

“Well… aw nuts.” Daniel’s voice was suddenly tense.

“You know what?” Sam rushed out, equally tense, “I think you should go and try these pants on. In the changing room. Right now.”

Damian frowned. What the hell had happened? He glanced out the shop window but couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary. Suddenly, he heard distant screams and the sound of glass breaking. It’s almost like being back in Gotham.

Part 8

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #batman #batfamily #damian wayne #robin #prophecy universe #the one where clockwork uses prophecies to mess things up (and set things right)#no beta we die like danny #tucker foley #sam manson #help the length of this fic has run away from me #team phantom is 16 btw #damian is 12

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azrielwingspan · 2 months

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THE STRINGS OF FATE (AZRIEL X READER)

A/N: I've wanted to write a series based on a dark , mystery themed vibe for so long and I thought this would be a good way to start it off. I get to write about my favourite characters and transform it into something a bit darker and mystery fuelled. So I'm hoping you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed imagining it.

!! The image below does not belong to the author !!

Genre: Suspense thriller, Romance

Summary : The Prophecy. A band of words that incited terror in people but you had long since learnt that the fear of the unknown strikes deeper.

The prophecy was just the beginning of the end.

Warnings : Mentions of violence

PROLOGUE

"You would be a fool to not involve your cousin, Rhysand." Amren said coldly for the umpteenth time that night. "There is a reason the prophecy refers to the both of you. Don't try to change the course of fate boy. Not even a Lord of the Night can cross the Mother."

"I would be a fool to lead her into the arms of a certain death. If ignoring a prophecy is what must be done to keep her safe, I will do it." Rhys was growing more agitated as the conversation turned south.

"Saving one girl is worth the lives of millions?"

Silence prevailed at Amren's question. The office in the River House enclosed a dark and gloomy atmosphere as if detecting the undertone of the conversation and the issue at hand. The faelights flickered casting deep shadows across the Fae and Illyrians that had gathered in the room.

Hands clenched on the table, Rhysand took in deep breaths appearing to fight an internal battle. He had too much to lose. Too many to fight for. What was the purpose of being the most powerful high lord the world had ever seen if he couldn't keep his own family safe? He was tired of losing people, tired of fighting, tired of wondering if tomorrow would be someone's last.

"I promised her that no harm would come to her as long as I live." He said softly, seeming to speak to himself. "I made sure she was safe from Amarantha, from Hybern and mostly from myself. If it were to become public knowledge that we are related, they will hunt her down. They will torture her, use her and kill her mercilessly."

Amren's eyes softened at the agony in his voice. "The world is a cruel place, Rhysand. We do not have say in the destiny that has been chosen for us. We must simply walk, trudge and crawl along the path."

He let out scornful laugh, running his hands through his hair agitatedly. "It has been especially cruel to us I think."

Feyre's eyes lined with tears at her mate's heartache. She'd known about the things he had done to keep his cousin far away even if it hurt him. To see him unravel now because of a Cauldron damned prophecy was distressing to watch.

"Rhys." Cassian spoke into the silence that had claimed the room yet again. "I promise you, I'll keep her safe. No matter what comes her way."

"So will I." Azriel stepped up, his shadows stirring over his shoulders.

"All of us will." Feyre declared, her hand coming to rest on her mates shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze. Her touch seemed to relax Rhysand immediately, his shoulders drooping underneath her hand.

Placing his head in his hands, Rhysand took in a deep breath, the battle within his mind coming to a conclusion. Feyre's grip tightened lightly, giving him the energy to push through yet another decision that would haunt his dreams for the rest of his life.

"I'll go visit her myself. Explain the situation. The Prophecy. All of it. Whether she comes or not , is upto her." The others nodded in agreement.

"That is the least I can do for her. Give her a choice..... live or die."

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gabessquishytum · 2 months

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One of the Endless is getting married!

Which one is still unknown, but Destiny made the announcement, so it must be true. Someone will give one of the Endless a gift, and that Endless will marry that someone, and that someone will be elevated above all mortals. The prophecy goes out across the universe, and soon all the Endless are heartily sick of being summoned as well as baffled and sometimes insulted by the gifts people think will win them over.

Hob has some contacts with the supernatural and occult world, mostly so he can more easily avoid it. He's heard about the prophecy and wishes the future bride or groom luck but wants absolutely nothing to do with it. He knows a little about the Endless and he'll stay well away from them, thank you anyway. Besides, his dear friend Murphy (and that name was certainly not one Hob had ever considered for his otherworldly stranger) will be visiting soon.

Murphy seems out of sorts, and definitely more sneeringly dismissive of humans than usual. "Mortals are greedy, grasping, selfish creatures" is how the rant starts. Hob wants to cheer him up, so he takes him around London, showing him soup kitchens and charity shops, street art and hospitals. They join in with a park clean up and visit an animal rescue, and the whole time Hob talks of the things he's seen, from large scale organizations to a single act of selflessness.

After a day spent seeing the kinder side of humans, and an opportunity to improve other people's day with small acts of his own, Murphy murmurs, "Thank you, my friend. You have given me a great gift...oh. Oh!"

Hob is told a number of very startling things in very short order after that, but the rest of the Endless are relieved (and honestly, not surprised) that it's Dream who's getting hitched.

This is so adorable!!! I bet all the other siblings were totally sure that it was going to be Dream, and all along he was like "no!!! absolutely not!!!" Well, he clearly didn't count on Hob Gadling being a part of the whole shenanigans.

When Hob finds out that his friend is Dream of the Endless, his first reaction is to be like "really?? and you chose the name MURPHY of all things?!" And Dream is like "Well maybe I won't marry you actually, if you are going to be snarky." But then Hob kisses his cheek, and Dream suddenly stops threatening to renege on the engagement. He'd never imagined that being kissed by Hob would be so amazing. They quickly graduate from chaste kisses to full on making out in the street outside the new inn. The rest of the Endless siblings are totally watching and cheering from the sidelines. Apparently all Dream needed was a golden retriever boyfriend to fix his moody ass with kisses. Hopefully this marriage with last at least a couple of millenia. Deep down, everyone wants to see Dream happy and settled.

Meanwhile Dream and Hob go back to the animal shelter and adopt a kitten together to celebrate the beginning of a beautiful relationship. And to remind Dream that there is goodness in the world, if you have someone to guide you towards it.

#the sandman #dreamling

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pjoxreader · 1 year

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The continuation with Ex-Reader and Percy, Jason and Nico?

After the events the Reader saving them from monsters, boys heal and in the midst of that hear that Reader got a prophecy that summarises to “you go on the deadly quest, alone, with no help. Good luck!” Reader just shrugs and begins to prepare to leave the Camp. How would the boys react?

Ex-Reader Gets Sent On a Solo Quest

((Your idea's are always amazing had a lot of fun with this one!))

Percy Jackson

-You were pissed and that was putting it lightly. Percy was still in recovery so you weren’t able to go chew his head off for being dumb. What kind of idiot lets go of a cliff and tries to fall to his death? Thankfully you were there with Blackjack but that still didn’t make you want to yell at him any less. Of course you wouldn’t be able to do that as you were summoned for a quest, a solo quest that you were currently packing for.

-”What!?” Percy asks in surprise as Will explains that you were being sent on a solo quest. Will has to try and keep Percy down on the medical cot as he immediately tries to get up. “You need to rest, I just figured you’d want to know.” Will says sternly.

-”When do they leave?” Percy demands. Will looks at Percy but staring into those eyes he realizes Percy was just going to end up leaving anyway so he sighs heavily giving in. “They leave tomorrow morning at dawn. So sleep now so you have energy to go say goodbye.” he forces Percy’s head back into the pillow who sighs heavily. How was he supposed to sleep knowing you were going to be in danger?

-The next morning rolls around and sure enough Percy was waiting for you at the gates. You adjust the straps on your backpack and look at him. “Percy.” is all you can find yourself to say. You had this whole scolding planned in your mind but now that you were standing in front of him you couldn’t remember it at all.

-”How long have you been waiting here for?” you ask, seeing the bags under his eyes. He smiles sheepishly at that “Longer than I’d liked to admit… But I couldn’t let you go without saying goodbye at least…” You make your way to his side looking up at the gate realizing this may be the last time you see camp, you look out at the different cabins glowing in the sunrise.

-”You should sleep, Percy. You need to get better.” you scolded softly but there wasn’t much anger in it. Percy gently takes your hand, his eyes focused out at the camp with you. “I know. We’ll all be waiting for you to come home safely… And if you ever need help…” you huff a little laugh at that “you’re only an Iris message away.” you squeeze his hand in reassurance. “I can do this.” you insure. Percy gives you a smile but you can see there’s sadness in his eyes. “I know…”

Jason Grace

-Things were… Awkward at camp to put it lightly. Jason had to stay at camp half blood while he recovered. He was out for two whole days but it seemed he had woken up this morning. The morning you were leaving on your quest.

-You had hoped that you’d be able to sneak off without him noticing and be on your way on your quest. The last thing you wanted to deal with was all of your complicated emotions with Jason… But deep down you knew there was a small part of you that was hoping he’d see you off.

-Sure enough there he was staring off into the sunset, the sun sparkling in his eyes making them look like a war of gold and electric blue was being waged in his eyes. “Jason.” you say gently, those stern eyes turning to you and softening.

-”So… You’re being sent on a solo quest?” He asks softly as if it wasn’t obvious. But you play along anyway, nodding at that as you make your way to the gate. “That’s the plan, yes.” You could tell he was thinking about something deeply, his nose would get this little crinkle when he was debating something heavily.

-”Just spit it out Grace. I don’t have all day.” you complain fondly to him. He lets out the breath that he was holding. “Just… Be safe ok?” he looks at the ground sadly. You huff a little at that, lightly flicking his nose to get him to look up again. “I’m always safe doofus. Today won’t be any different.”

-You two both hesitate for a second but you give Jason a hug to reassure him before you turn and leave quickly with that, one final wave of goodbye. Jason tries to hide his blush but does wave back. That… Wasn’t what he wanted to say but… Maybe it was for the best. You needed your full focus on the quest. Not him. He could only hope you’d come back safely.

Nico Di Angelo

-Nico hated being stuck in the infirmary. There was nothing worse than sitting around being forced to sleep and just waiting on his wound to heal. To make things worse he knew that you were being sent on a quest today, so that made his brooding even worse.

-Not only was he stuck there he was stuck with his own thoughts, which was never good. It could be focused on a lot worse things, still thinking about you non-stop hasn’t been easy. The way you would smile at him, the way the sun reflected in your eyes… Ok, he really hated being stuck with his thoughts.

-He makes his way out of bed getting his jacket on as he makes his way out of the infirmary. Thankfully there was no one standing guard as it wasn’t exactly normal for patients to break out. He’d have to find you before you’d leave for your quest. -He spots you heading towards the gate and shadow travels quickly there, not wanting to miss his chance of saying goodbye. You look over seeing Nico appear being one of the few people who doesn’t jump when he suddenly appears. “Come to see me off?” you ask, leaning against the camp sign with a soft smile.

-”I… yes… And there’s something I wanted to tell you.” Nico hesitates for a few seconds. Was there? He honestly wasn’t sure it just slipped out. He could feel his heart racing as you raise a brow for him to continue on. ”Don’t die.” Nico decides on.

- There’s an awkward silence in the air for a few seconds before you snort, bursting into laughter. “You really came out to tell me to not die? I mean, that is in my plans for the quest, yes. Right up there with beat the monsters.” you tease. Nico huffs in annoyance and embarrassment at that, looking away to try and hide his blush. You smile fondly kissing Nico’s cheek as you make your way out of camp waving bye leaving a bright red Nico behind. Deep down you missed seeing him so flustered, not that you would ever admit it out loud.

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ladystoneboobs · 5 months

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ya ever think about how the lannister sibs all have big secrets kept from each other, like huge life-altering experiences? jaime's is the most obvious, the most talked-about, with the full story of his kingslaying and everything he endured from aerys leading up to it. it's clear enough to me that brienne was the first he opened up to about that, including either sibling. they never asked, but unlike ned stark and the rest deriding him as kingslayer, their lack of curiosity is no offense in itself bc as tywin's other children they would never judge him for turning his cloak purely out of family loyalty. ned's assumption of jaime's motives is directly tied to his judgment of jaime, but it's the judgment that rankles jaime so. choosing your father's life over a king's is hardly the worst crime in itself. how can he explain all the other reasons without prompting when its not just about his crime but all his trauma too? is there any basis for that in his relationship with cersei, who always relied on him for comfort and consolation but seems less adept at providing the same to him? or even with tyrion, his only real male friend for years, but also his baby brother, the one he was meant to protect and take care of, who was only 10 at the time of the kingslaying? even to fully share all with tyrion years later, both adults, could be something of a role reversal, forever shattering tyrion's image of him as the strong invulnerable golden big brother by revealing his own broken inner child. jaime can't break out from those sibling roles and patterns, so neither can ever understand that part of him, never knowing the early life he had at court without either of them with him.

and tyrion, who trusted jaime more than anyone in the world before learning the truth about tysha, still could not confide in him freely even when all that trust was still intact. jaime must have heard some story of what tywin did to tysha to feel the need to confess his lie, but he def didn't hear it straight from tyrion bc imo there's no way he could still think confessing would help anything if he understood how scarred tyrion was by what he witnessed and esp not knowing that tywin ordered him to participate at the end. tyrion could reveal all that to bronn when they barely knew each other but not to his beloved brother, his first and best friend. how can the most abused child explain all his unknown abuse to the golden child, the big brother meant to protect him who couldn't always do so? how does he even begin to reveal the deepest trauma that happened to him when jaime wasn't in the room, esp when the story does start with jaime apparently trying to help him by fixing him up with tysha?

and then there's cersei and all her secrets. she always turned to jaime for consolation, or at least when he knew she needed it, but how many times did he not know? how personally could she confide in him as they grew older and their paths diverged? we know the first big secret was maggy the frog's prophecy, her first big scare, which came on the cusp of puberty, an experience she couldn't share with her twin bc he would prob just laugh and make a joke of it. in their first real scene together, in bran's pov, he mocks lysa's motherly fears and likens her to cersei. ("I think birthing does something to your minds. You are all mad." He laughed.) then he makes light of her marital discord, ("And whose fault is that, sweet sister?"), having no idea of the depth of pain she'd suffered from robert, beyond his infidelities. he later blames her for being robert's queen, not his, only thinking of how she managed to arrange his kg post, that power to forever tie him to her in secret, never grasping her lack of control in marriage, that "a queen is only a woman after all". in her pride it was hard to reveal all she'd suffered as a woman, but she also couldn't rely on jaime's response if he knew of her abuse, knowing he would kill robert and get himself killed too, only making her and their children's lives more precarious. she couldn't trust him to listen about securing the throne before dealing with robert or that as robert's victim it was her right to decide such matters, to choose his fate, not jaime's place to avenge her without her say-so first. all bc they were both too stuck in their idea of jaime as her sword, nothing more, with jaime determined to protect her and tyrion, always a bodyguard before he ever donned a white cloak.

something something tywin did his best to play his children off each other and the most effective thing he did to divide them was by setting jaime up as the golden child and family protector. the designated lannister sword only pointing at threats outside their house. a knight serving his family whose protection was always limited, who could never protect them from the person who first hurt cersei and tyrion and made them who they were at a distance from him, bc ofc he couldn't fight his own father, much less slay him with a sword.

something something maybe the reason that joff+marg+loras was a surer recipe for kingslayer stew than robert+cersei+jaime is all down to that tyrell lack of abusive structure. not that loras cared more about marg, was more willing to kill for her than jaime was to kill robert, but that there wasn't a chance of marg hiding her misery from him if/when her husband abused her in their shared household. it's not like he understood her to the point of mind-reading but when their previous royal marital household involved her bearding for his boyfriend then they prob had a pretty good basis of open communication. in that sense, the lannicest twins with all their sexual and physical intimacy still had less emotional intimacy than the tyrell queen and her kg brother.

#valyrianscrolls #asoiaf meta #jaime lannister #tyrion lannister #cersei lannister #tywin lannister #asoiaf #pride of lions #happy murderous meowmeow monday #who else would save him if not his brother?#golden days and silver nights #margaery tyrell #loras tyrell #some roses have steel thorns #(c)lsb #like i have seen someone wonder if jaime held it against his sibs for not asking more about the kingslaying #when tyrion was literally 10yso may as well ask why the starklings didnt ask ned abt the rebellion and lyanna's death #when your older war vet relative doesnt volunteer info you try not to pry #and we need to talk more abt all jam didnt know abt cers besides her post-robert affairs

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A couple people suggested an Arranged Marriage AU when I was asking for bowuigi ideas, but it took me this long to come up with a plot (sorry (not sorry) in advance if this one also gets really long).

Mario and Peach finally tied the knot, and Bowser is fine. Really. He doesn't care. He just doesn't feel like moving or leaving his room or eating anything but junk food. He's FINE.

And then one day a bunch of little pea people pop out of one of the caves and tell him they've got a prophecy that states their champion needs to marry the strongest ruler in the land in order to save the world at some unspecified future date. If he was a little less depressed Bowser would probably call bullshit, but right now he doesn't care enough to protest and the idea of marrying some random pea at least sounds better than being alone.

So he follows them into the caves and meets his "bride" (or groom? It's hard to tell under the giant veil) who seems startled to see him but doesn't say anything. Then Bowser has to go through a bunch of weird trials to prove he's the strongest, while the peas and their champion watch.

At least the champion is bigger than the rest of the pea people. That would have been awkward.

Bowser passes the trials easily and is shoved into a room with the champion to wait while the wedding is prepared. (Again, if he was thinking clearly Bowser would probably notice how much this screams "trap," but he isn't.) He does notice that the champion is staying as far away from him as physically possible in the small room, so Bowser tells them they've got nothing to fear from him.

"I'm not expecting anything. I won't make you DO anything. I just want somebody to stand by my side. If you can promise me that, there's just about nothing in the world I won't give you."

The champion calms down after that, and soon the wedding begins.

It's not a ceremony Bowser is familiar with, but he says yes in the right places, and the champion does too (is that voice a little familiar?) and at the end when Bowser lifts off the veil he sees a face that is pretty damn close to the last one he wanted to see right now.

Luigi is not entirely sure how he ended up in this position. He met the pea people some time ago and helped them with a small issue that had them granting him honorary membership into their community. He forgot about it after that until a group of them came and said they needed a champion, and asked him to attempt some trials. He wanted to refuse, but he's been feeling pretty lonely now that Mario is married. He could still drop in to visit, but it feels like intruding. And Mario hasn't been coming by very often at all.

So he did the trials and the pea people were overjoyed and he was starting to feel better until they said he needed to marry a king. Luigi DID refuse then, but the pea people showed him the prophecy carved into the cave walls, and he's been involved in enough destiny BS to not dismiss it out of hand. Maybe it won't be so bad?

Until he saw Bowser. Who... kind of looked like shit, actually. Even when doing more of those dumb trials (funny how they seem to be catered precisely to what Luigi and Bowser are both best at) Bowser looked like his heart wasn't in it. When Luigi heard that speech about just wanting someone to stand by his side, Luigi realized Bowser must be even more lonely than he is right now. HE actually DID lose someone he loved to that wedding.

So Luigi can't bring himself to tell the truth and break his heart. He goes through with the wedding and is already thinking about the logistics of moving in together when Bowser sees him and flips the fuck out.

Luckily(?) it turns out the wedding was, in fact, a trap, so when Bowser rips up the altar and throws it at a wall, it makes the pea people think he's onto them. The fight that ensues is enough that Bowser snaps back into something like his usual self, and Luigi is able to cover for how confused he is.

Luigi feels betrayed, Bowser feels humiliated, but at the moment they are very much united against the ones who used them.

Bowser starts picking guys up and threatening to eat them (he wouldn't, he hates vegetables), until somebody confesses that the prophecy is real... but the threat the champion and the king were supposed to defeat was the pea people themselves. They were planning to take over the world, and the wedding was supposed to be a distraction so they could eliminate them both at once.

Luigi leads Bowser to the carvings on the wall he'd seen before. Sure enough, there's one of what looks very much like the wedding ceremony they just had. The terrified pea person translates the inscription, which says the union will uproot all but the smallest peas.

"So you KNEW getting us together would ruin your plans, but you did it anyway? I'm starting to feel dumb for getting fooled by complete idiots."

There are still two problems. One: Bowser didn't make a secret of the fact he was leaving to get married, so when he goes back home he's going to have to explain why he's still... not. And two: the prophecy hasn't actually been fulfilled yet, there's still more pea people out there with megalomaniacal ambitions.

Luigi proposes a solution to both: why doesn't he just go with him? Stay by his side, just like he promised?

"You're crazy," Bowser says. "I know," Luigi says. "But think about how funny it will be to tell my brother." "...That will be funny."

It is.

Luigi settles in surprisingly easily. He gets his own room, a new wardrobe, and, once Bowser learns he likes to tinker, a workshop. The people don't mind him (a fair number don't seem to recognize him as Mario's brother, which hurts a little but saves trouble). He even gets along with Junior. Once he brings his dog over he's practically the kid's favorite person.

It's pretty much exactly what Bowser wanted. Luigi is devoted to his duties as "prince consort," always appearing next to Bowser in public and giving the illusion of a united front. If he actually argues with Bowser about a lot of his policy in private, nobody needs to know. Somehow, Bowser doesn't mind.

But it's torture, too, because Bowser has never HAD a real partner like this. Someone who supports him but can still disagree with him. There's a period of about a week where Bowser thinks this is working and will last and he can be happy.

Then they're talking about whether or not to have a traditional koopa wedding as well, and Luigi cracks a joke about how he sure hopes the pea people didn't have that rule where a marriage isn't real until you consummate it, because then they might actually have trouble when the prophecy kicks in.

And Bowser realizes he really really would like to consummate this marriage.

Shit.

#bowuigi #luigi #bowser #super mario bros #bowigi #bowluigi #green shell #luwser

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The thing is, I don't really think Chosen is one of the show's better season finales as such, but I do think it is the best possible ending to the show of all seven possibilities we actually had.

By almost every measure I can think of -- except for the fact Faith isn't there, I guess? -- Season 5's The Gift is both a far better episode and much better set up by the events of the previous twenty-one episodes. But I think that would have been a horrible place for the show as a whole to conclude. The protagonist, still reeling from her mother's unexpected early passing, tells her mentor that she no longer knows what to do, that she doesn't "know how to live in this world if these are the choices. If everything just gets stripped away" and that she "doesn't see the point", then she climbs up to a high place, tells her only surviving family member that living is "the hardest thing in the world", and then jumps to her death. That's it, that's the end.

I mean, can you imagine if that was how the show had finished?

That's why, no matter how bad I think Season 7 gets (and I think it gets pretty bad!), I'll always feel grateful that the show carried on past Season 5 and reached an ending that was not only much more optimistic but also, I think, much more in keeping with the show's general themes and philosophy. The only other season finales that I think are even remotely candidates for a good place for the show to have ended are Season 1's Prophecy Girl and Season 3's Graduation Day, both of which end on a similar note by suggesting that one chapter of Buffy's life has ended but the rest of her life is yet to begin, but do so a lot less emphatically.

(As an episode, the best season finale -- or best 22nd episode of a season, anyway -- is obviously Restless, but this is actually the episode that works the least well as an end to its season, because it isn't really even trying to be one. It's Episode 0 of Season 5 as much as it is anything else.)

#btvs

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Here's what I'll say about Siuan for right now, since their are still a lot of unknowns floating in the air: I think her actions in this episode are largely in accord with her book characterization no matter which way the show breaks on certain details.

Siuan's central character flaw in the books, the thing that largely leads to her downfall, is her default response to most problems being to exert raw force and control. It was how she handled the Hall of the Tower which allowed opposition to coalesces around Eladia and Alviarain, it was how she handled Gawyn creating a resentment in him that would drive him to side against her during the coup, and how she forced Min to remain in the Tower against Min's wishes which was the catalyst for Eladia realizing she could strike against Siuan at all.

And it's what Siuan does in this episode when confronted with a problem she does not have another way to deal with. Moiraine is with holding information from her? Go to Cairhien herself and seize the tiller of events with her own hands. Rand is running wild, derelict in his duty? Take him captive and bring him to the Tower where at least he will be under her eye and safe from the Forsaken. Moiraine is attempting to abscond with him as a result? Cut off her avenue of escape by any means necessary, even if it means damaging her personal relationship with Moiraine, possibly forever.

And that's the other thing to keep in mind: Siuan, like Moiraine, fundamentally does not trust anyone except her partner in conspiracy. She can't. For twenty years she's been on a quest that will lead to her stilling and execution if it is ever discovered. She and Moiraine are each other's confidants and allies, their deepest and most important loves. But even in the books Moiraine is withholding information from Siuan out of a sense of greater good. The difference is that in the show Siuan becomes aware of it in the show and of course she begins to doubt and loose trust in Moiraine as a result.

In her mind she has gone almost at once from being a partner, one half of a team that trusted in and depended on each other, to being on her own against the storm. If Moiraine didn't tell her about being stilled, what else might she be holding back? And if she is stilled, then realistically, how much good can she do for their cause now? How can she keep Rand safe from himself and the Forsaken, prepare him for what's coming, when she might not live another year? And that agony- that pain that the person she trusts and loves most didn't just betray that trust but also might not be around long enough for Siuan to be mad even be mad at her- has to be put aside because the mission, the duty, is everything to Siuan, just like with Moiraine. The stakes are too high for anything else.

So she falls back on the safety net of the Tower's traditions and secret plans. Take Rand to the Tower, keep him safe, prepare him for what's coming and trust to the Light for the rest. Take away his agency for his own good and the good of the world (something it should be noted she's wistful for the ability to do in TSR when she wishes she could keep hiim from a learning a word of the Prophecies, which is the same scene where she outright admits to Min she intends to try and control him in), and bring him firmly under her thumb. And what does Moiraine do? Enlist the aid of one of the Forsaken to break Rand free and flee to Falme through a Waygate, which is at best an INSANELY risky and potentially very stupid play, and at worst tacit confirmation of her worst fear, that Moiraine has gone over to the Shadow, and everything is on the brink of being lost.

And where does that leave Siuan? Isolated and alone and with no other fallback by her same response: to keep exerting raw force, to pressing the spring down until it snaps.

#WoT #Wheel of Time #WoT on Prime #Wheel of Time on Prime #WoT Meta #Siuan Sanche #moiraine damodred #Siuaraine #Siuanraine #WoT Book Spoilers #TSR Spoilers #I don't necessarily buy the theory that either Siuan has been compelled #Or that this is a Deep Play by her and Moiraine #Though of the two I'm more inclined to believe the later #Though it would mean we need a missing moment of Moiraine and siuan re-establishing their broken trust in the throne room #immediately prior to or after the reveal #I also just keep tilting my head because people keep surfacing the quotes from late series siuan about the oaths #when that's a lesson she had to learn as a RESULT of the events of the coup #partly through having her idealism restored by teaching egwene to be amyrlin #fair warning: I am always down for good faith discussion #but I will block without hesitation for bad faith takes or clowning

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"Undercover" Makes Me Suspect Things

I went into watching "Undercover" thinking I could make a fun analysis post, and now I just have a Tumblr post with enough red string that I could make scarlet letters for all the Milgram prisoners.

Let me just address the elephant in the room: I understand that Es's "Undercover" probably just serves as a hook to get people's attention and that I am probably reading too much into this. But consider this, wouldn't it be great if I'm right? Now, right about what exactly?

Well, namely, I think Es's song is either a prophecy/warning, or it was not extracted until the three trials ended or at least after the first trial concluded because Es seems to know far more than they should about the prisoners if this song was extracted after the first day of Milgram when Es and Jackalope's voice drama took place.

Now, “Undercover” is very fast, and even at 0.25x speed, I constantly had to rewind and pause to take screenshots. A picture is worth a thousand words and holy guacamole, there were so many frames. To be honest, even if I don’t have the words for everything, I will be showing off what I found to be the most interesting.

The Song Extraction Device & the Panopticon:

First, I want to get into the Song Extraction Device (SED). We know from Jackalope’s “This is Milgram” that the SED can pull mental images from a person’s mind and turn them into a music video. Thanks to Jackalope, we also know the SED can’t pull them all in one go, hence the three trials. Jackalope also states that the verdict of a trial will affect what the SED will pull in the succeeding trial. In the opening and closing shots of "Undercover" we can see that 000 is stamped in its red button/latch.

When I rewatched the “This is Milgram” video, you can see the rooms in the Panopticon spinning on the projection board. In the first voice drama with Es and Jackalope, “Es”, Jackalope tells Es to think of the Panopticon as a clock, with the entrance being the 12 o’clock position and the prisoner rooms being the rest of the corresponding numbers. You can see the room numbers on each room. The first room moving clockwise from the entrance is 001, but the first room moving counterclockwise from the entrance is 000, not 011.

In “Es”, Es asks if there was someone in that room at the 11th o’clock position. They even note that the door looked even older than the others thanks to the rust, and it didn’t even have a lock like the others. Jackalope tells Es not to worry, and before Es can even respond, a bell rings, and Jackalope diverts the conversation by announcing that the prisoners should be waking up soon.

The normal pattern is voice drama, then musical number, but to be honest, I don't know for 100% certainty if the voice drama came before the musical number. I would assume so, but you know what they say about assuming. It would be interesting if Es, because they are different from the ten prisoners, had a musical number and then woke up to have their voice drama with Jackalope. The 000 room is very suspicious to me. It's the oldest room, and if it used to be Es's, then that is a point to the Es is the eleventh prisoner theory. My only point detracting from the Es is the eleventh prisoner theory is that Es didn't get a second song during the second trial like the ten prisoners receiving. That, and besides the amnesia, what made Es so special that Milgram inducted them into their odd prison? Did Es prevent a murder?

Bookend Frames & Chalk Es:

Let’s kick things off with the bookends. We open up on Es walking towards the SED with Jackalope following him, and then the song closes with only Jackalope in view.

Bookends are a framing device primarily used to link the beginning and end of a story in a satisfying way. The ending can be a word for word copy of the beginning, or it can be a mirror of the beginning.

The most obvious mirror moment is the beginning shot ending on the SED opening up and the ending shot starting on the SED closing. The location of both shots are the same and the fog seems to be about the same amount and concentrated in the same area in both shots. Jackalope is on the viewer’s left at the start, facing the viewer, and then at the end, he’s on the viewer’s right with his back towards the viewer. But Es is gone.

Where is my child cop, Jackalope?

Let’s focus on the opening shot. We have Es and Jackalope entering from the viewer’s left, which is stage right. While I was trying to get a good shot of the two in the opening, I noticed that Jackalope spends a considerable amount of time in the fog compared to Es. It could just be that Es is considerably bigger than our most honorable warden, Jackalope, and that the mist is heavily concentrated on stage right. Since Es has amnesia, perhaps the fog he walks through is literal brain fog or just the intrigue of Milgram in general. Intrigue fits why Jackalope is so hidden in the beginning. It's not deep or hidden, but it is nice and straightforward.

Right before the third chorus, Es sings, “losers please exit left.” Did Es exit stage left from the frame? Did Jackalope follow him across the stage but didn’t step offstage? But here is what really skeeves me out about Es not being in the ending. The song ends after the last chorus, and once Es finished the third and final chorus, we see what looks like a chalk outline of Es. Es is not wearing their full prison guard uniform. Their hat and cape/cloak are missing.

Now, chalk Es first has their back turned to us and is watching the prisoner montage. Their silhouette is hazy at first, but it becomes more clear as the montage continues. And then they turn around. I don't know what causes Es to turn around, but they look like they are trying to figure out what caught their attention. Then, what seems to be a spotlight directly overhead turns on, blinding Es so they shut their eyes. They bring up their hand to their eyes and they open them again. Their eyes adjust, and they make something out. Whatever it is/was, it appears to have surprised or shocked Es.

Now, Es isn't exactly stoic. They're very touchy about their role as prison warden, and they become very agitated whenever the prisoners throw them for a loop. But chalk Es doesn't lash out like Es does in the voice dramas. They may not have had the time to react, but even when Orekoto was beating the crap out of them, Es was still taunting him. Something definitely caught chalk Es off-guard. The question is what exactly is capable of rendering him silent.

I think it has to do with whoever is running Milgram. We know Es relies on social hierarchies to maintain a sense of control. They lash out when the prisoners, their social inferiors, disrupt that hierarchy and act familiar with them. I don't think Es would lash out if it was their superior in Milgram. Es can be short with Jackalope and even tease him, but they tend to take Jackalope at his word, albeit with exasperation for the not-rabbit's antics. Perhaps, it's not a superior calling for Es's attention, but something Milgram is doing to the prisoners. Something that goes against his firm belief that Milgram is all-good.

The Prisoners & the Choruses

(EDIT: WHOOPSIE DAISY. It turns out that Milgram had changed the subtitles for the third anniversary. The vibes between the lyrics quoted below and the original one are quite similar, but let me do a quick review and reblog for corrections.) While the lyrics played over the prisoners aren’t directly pulled from their respective Trial 1 songs themselves, all of them reference the titles to their respective Trial 1 songs (see bold).

I only highlighted one of Kazui's "half"s since it was not doubled like MeMe was for Mikoto.

The information presented in each two line sets is not something Es could have known before the trials began. Es can only remember their name and age. This is what got me thinking that maybe "Undercover" takes place between the first and second trials, or after all the trials had been completed. At first, I thought maybe "Undercover" took place before the three trials had even started, and this was what Milgram was erasing from Es's mind: his knowledge of what they had done. Because during the third and final chorus, we see the prisoners 'kill' Es just like how they killed their victims. Did Es learn of their crimes and had to have his memories removed to ensure a fair three trials? Or is this even the first time these prisoners have been tried through Milgram's system?

Here are the two line sets overlaid on the prisoners during their respective mugshot montage.

Haruka: “If you say INNOCENT, you’re complicit and weak / I’m so lonesome, please love me”

Yuno: “My cord is being pulled but nothing’s ever enough / Contractual desires, oh what to do”

Fuuta: “Hiding and seeking from sin / Bring it, submit, and also shut your trap”

Muu: “Clutching a broken heart / The pain’s still there, after all this time”

Shidou: “Which way will you throw down your weight / To be the deceived, or the deceiver”

Mahiru: “I don’t wanna just give / Giving and taking, this is how to be in love”

Kazui: “I just keep on dreaming / half in, half out, I’m doomed”

Amane: “The magic is in believing / There is no righteousness in broken promises”

Mikoto: “Don’t you lie about Me / Me, I’ve done nothing wrong”

Kotoko: “Dedicating my life / Harrowing, burying the thing I want erased”

During the third chorus of the song, we get a rapid sequence of frames that are supposed to clue us in to each prisoner’s murder. But what I did not notice during my previous viewings was that the expressions and the positions of the prisoners during the first chorus change to something different in the second chorus.

Haruka & Yuno:

Fuuta & Mu:

Shidou & Mahiru:

Kazui & Amane:

Mikoto & Kotoko:

You can see that the lyrics overlaid on the prisoners in the first and second choruses match, but that may just be luck on my part. Or maybe it means something, I don't know anymore.

Something clearly happened between the first and second choruses. I think that the first chorus images were the prisoners' reactions to being dropped into Milgram, but what caused their second chorus expressions? Is this supposed to be their reactions to being moved out of Milgram? Something is clearly happening, and they are restrained. Kazui looks like he is avoiding a hit while Kotoko is rearing up to charge full-steam ahead. They're both the heavy hitters of the ten prisoners. Amane, the youngest, smallest, and weakest prisoner, is stumbling backwards like she was hit or she was scared enough to try and retreat from harm's way. The remaining prisoners look scared and/or worried. What exactly is going on here? Is something happening to them? Or to Es? Mikoto (must be Bokuto) and Mahiru are leaning over like they are checking up on someone. Are they escaping? Do we get an escape musical number to conclude the series? How baller would that be?

Very, but in all seriousness, something is up. There's just something about "Undercover" that is making me pause. This very well could all be useless speculation, and "Undercover" is canon in the way that the timeline conversations are canon without actually aging the characters.

TL;DR: Milgram is sus, and come the conclusion of this series, I have a <2% chance of being vindicated.

#milgram #milgram es #haruka sakurai #yuno kashiki #fuuta kajiyama #muu kusunoki #shidou kirisaki #mahiru shiina #kazui mukuhara #amane momose #mikoto kayano #kotoko yuzuriha #milgram theory

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Messages from Above

Witch or Prophet? Both?

Both is Good.

In part 1 we covered all the prophecies and images I could find in The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter book

and now we can jump into some analysis and theories about Agnes Nutter - starting with where the hell they came from

Now I’m sure we have all wondered how Agnes got her prophecies. Where they came from? How did she manage make the only completely true prophetic work in history? And predict her death? Well that one may be getting ahead of ourselves.

As for the rest of it though - well she shows us

In the artworks included in her book two that really stood out were ones depicting John and Ezekiel.

In each of these stories they are given a scroll to devour that will taste like honey in their mouth. They are then told to go speak these words/prophesies to others, even if they shall not listen.

But just to summarize what these stories are about - Ezekiel deals with warning people of the destruction of Jerusalem and the Temple as God’s punishment but with a promise of a New Beginning and Temple - John is dealing with the Second Coming, of the angels going through the seals, the blaring of trumpets, and just note that the scroll sits as bitterness in his stomach because of the judgements that are meant to come.

Sensing some running themes here

Agnes Nutter was a women that had a little more agency than these two men though

On the desk when her son-in-law and daughter are going through her things there is a upside down piece of scrap work paper that gives us a little more detail into this

although I do not have everything on this paper figured out, as some things are still a little iffy - I still think it’s enough to include

(and big thanks to @gallup24 @thesherrinfordfacility @archangelween for all the help)

So from what I could put together from all that the top reads as -

To Speak to Saints

Call the names

and say thus. I conjure you by His

Legs and Arm come to me in this

xxx xxx and send unto me a saint named

xxxx. fulfill my command and

understand my word

So while I may not have those names it’s very clear a summoning was happening.

combined with the rest of the paper - which features a pretty similar set up to a certain bookshop, angel and alchemy symbols, and various words such as “Chants, Robes, and Armageddon” - and I believe that this is just kind of like a scrap/work paper which would explain why it’s a bit more messy and unorganized than anything else

So what the hell is going on here? Well it may not be perfect but just to throw some things out there

Some saint/angel - yknow what maybe even God herself(I promise that’s not just a throw away comment but wait and see!) - comes to Agnes

Agnes has a way for a human to get in contact with Upstairs

Agnes produces the first and only work of completely correct prophecies of events that lead to Armageddon

I think we can fill in the blanks with saying she received her prophecies from some Divine Being and continued to be visited - maybe even visiting on her own

There is a reason her title is on the front of Good Omens after all

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Alright that’s all folks - for this part at least. Next time we will dive into her death, the death of her work, and what she leaves behind -> right here

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens meta #good omens analysis #good omens theories #the nice and accurate prophecies of agnes nutter #agnes nutter

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antianakin · 10 months

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It's honestly really depressing as someone who likes Qui-Gon as a character to see fanon constantly reduce him to "enlightened maverick" or "arrogant asshole" and absolutely nothing in-between or combined. Qui-Gon can be SUCH an interesting character if people would just LET HIM be an interesting character.

Qui-Gon is also, in many ways, there to move the story forward and send us a few necessary messages and that's it. He's not the main character of anything, the story isn't ABOUT him at all. Qui-Gon is there to find Anakin and bring him together with Padme and Obi-Wan. Qui-Gon is there to foreshadow the destruction of the Jedi Order through his death at Maul's hands. Qui-Gon is there to parallel Obi-Wan's own death decades later, to pass the baton of the story on to the next generation. He shows us that the Jedi are not superhuman, they're not invincible, he's there to tell us about Anakin's prophecy and introduce the theme of choices.

If you're not looking at Qui-Gon as a character there to get across certain messages and as a catalyst for the rest of the story, you're probably missing the point of Qui-Gon and looking for things that quite simply aren't there to see. It's not that Lucas was such a terrible writer that Qui-Gon can only be distilled down to "enlightened maverick" or "arrogant asshole," it's that you're probably just missing what Qui-Gon's character is actually there to DO. Lucas allows Qui-Gon to be more stable as a character because he has to keep moving the story forward around all of the other characters who are growing and changing. Qui-Gon represents the Jedi as a whole throughout The Phantom Menace, he is our first true introduction to what the Jedi are like during this golden era when the Jedi are still doing fairly well. We know Obi-Wan and Yoda when they've both been in exile for ages and they're very old, and Obi-Wan in The Phantom Menace is still a student. So Qui-Gon is the first true Jedi Knight of the Republic in his prime that we ever get to see and know. He shows us their strength, their wisdom, their abilities, their compassion. And then he dies. Not because Qui-Gon did anything particularly wrong, but just because the Sith he was fighting managed to outmaneuver him.

So by looking at Qui-Gon as nothing more than an arrogant (sometimes abusive) monster or an enlightened maverick, you're sort-of just glancing over the whole point of Qui-Gon and reducing him to something less than what he's actually intended to be which is representative of the Jedi as a WHOLE. Lucas is all about poetry and rhyming, he likes creating parallels and patterns between his films. Qui-Gon dies as an homage and reference to Obi-Wan's own death because that's how the wise master archetype works in fantasy. Qui-Gon dies as a foreshadowing of the destruction of the Jedi that will occur in two more movies, a destruction we all know is coming because this is a prequel story. We're supposed to see what Obi-Wan will become in Qui-Gon and even what he will SURPASS in Qui-Gon, we're supposed to see the beginning of the end in his story. Qui-Gon, much like Palpatine in some ways, is a symbol more than he is a character.

What's funny is that NO ONE says the same about Obi-Wan in A New Hope, no one claims that Obi-Wan is so badly written because he fits into a very specific archetype that he is contradictory as a character. We all just recognize that Obi-Wan falls into that character trope and accept that for what it is. But people want to make Qui-Gon into something both more and less than the archetype he exists within, and it sort-of ruins him either way.

Qui-Gon isn't perfect, but he's also definitely right about a lot of things, he's wise and intuitive and compassionate, much like the Jedi are in general. Just because there are some things he does you could question a little, at least in his method if not his motivation, doesn't mean he's any less wise or compassionate as a person. And just because he IS right about a lot of things doesn't mean that he's meant to be right in CONTRADICTION to the rest of the Order or even just the Council itself.

People need to take a step back and look at the bigger picture with regards to Qui-Gon, look at the narrative role he actually plays and the parallels he presents with the rest of the films (the ones made by Lucas).

#star wars #qui-gon jinn #jedi #jedi council #jedi order #pro jedi #jedi council respected #jedi council appreciation #jedi order respected #jedi order appreciation

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We all know the story, Steffon on Aerys' orders goes to find a bride for Rhaegar, one of good lineage and valerian. But he doesn't find any good enough so Rhaegar marries Elia.

Now, let's imagine, there is a last Velaryon who is consequently the Lady of the Velaryon house but is constantly traveling to the free cities to increase the fortune of the house so Velaryon!Reader went unnoticed by Steffon.

What would Yandere Rhaegar's reaction be when Velaryon Reader appears at the Harrenhal tournament married to a man from Essos and already with three children, two girls and a boy, all with platinum hair? 👀

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Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, the last dragon and with the advancing madness of King Aerys, the final hope of house Targaryen. Surrounded by an air of melancholy and a veil of sadness, he sought in books and parchments a refuge for a tired mind beyond his tender years.

His thirst for reading, always insatiable and sadness for no reason, it was no surprise that the Targaryen sought answers in his most reliable “friends”, books, the certain mental instability that surrounded him left fertile ground for his almost insane thoughts and dreams to take over. leadership. He had clung to every word and prophecy spoken about the Targaryen house as if it was the only thing that mattered, he had complete confidence and certainty that the promised prince would be born from his bloodline. Of his blood and flesh. A justification that went beyond men's understanding for their birth and unhappy existence. He had a greater purpose.

And he certainly wouldn't rest until he accomplished it. His marriage to Elia, like so many other royals, was purely political with no real feelings shared between them. Rhaegar didn't feel frustrated, Elia was kind, intelligent, fun and beautiful, from the second largest house in Westeros, he had nothing to complain about. A bolt of happiness struck him every time Elia managed to get pregnant, it was the beginning of the realization of his destiny. Just one more and then finally a dragon will have three heads as it should be.

But of course that didn't happen. The wife was very weak, her body would not be able to handle another pregnancy without her dying in the process and possibly along with the child who could not be born. It was not a pleasant risk, it would also cause certain disagreements in the political relationship with Dornes. He just needed a son, no matter who mother him.

It was a sunny day that morning, the sun was pleasantly warm, and the glory of the day in the riverlands spread before his eyes. On the sides of the road, the fruit trees hide with their delicate greenery and the birds busy with their melodies come out of hiding to enjoy some of the sun's rays. He was accompanied to the tournament at Harrenhal by his wife, children and father, who, paranoidly, would not allow any of his guards to remain more than two feet away from him. Observing each of those present with dark and suspicious purple eyes, not recognizing their own allies and subjects.

They arrived at dusk in time to attend the tournament's opening ceremonies, a grand banquet held in the Hall of a Hundred Hearths with nearly every lord of the seven kingdoms present, laughing and dancing along to the lively melody that resounded throughout the great hall. Elia quickly walked away to continue a conversation with his brother, the king remained quiet, his half-closed gaze migrating from one person to another with the speed and distrust of a trained dog. And after countless requests from nervous ladies and smiling gentlemen, Rhaegar surrendered to playing at least one melody on the harp.

The spirited Lady Lyanna seemed more moved, shedding a few tears and letting out a few shaky sighs, and Rhaegar was almost convinced that she was a fragile and lovely maiden before Stark poured, between grumbles and without any hesitation, an entire goblet of wine on her head of the younger brother. The action managed to surprise the prince, the girl had a joy that was not constantly present in her life and that was very well appreciated. Her mind strayed for a moment, and Rhaegar admired the young woman's beauty, she was charming and youthful like a flower in bloom.

His thoughts strayed again as an unsettling silence fell over the great hall like never before, the ladies ceased their gossip and the lords no longer clinked their overflowing goblets of the most expensive wine. All eyes were fixed on the large entrance door, which creaked as it was moved again. By instinct, Rhaegar followed the crowd's gaze and later, when he recalled the moment, he would not regret his decision.

A couple closely accompanied by three children entered the room. The man was tall, with copper skin and short dark hair, with a beard and wore an ice blue doublet. He carried the youngest child with him, a small girl who didn't look two years old anymore and certainly couldn't keep up with the adults. On the left side was another child, a boy just over five years old, with short hair and blue clothes, just like his father and next to the boy was another girl, with closed features, a little taller. And on the right side was the woman who was assumed to be the man's wife.

Naquele momento o coração de Rhaegar falhou algumas batidas, seu coração acelerou, o friozinho na barriga apareceu tão rápido quanto um raio que o deixou sem fôlego, uma corrente elétrica percorrendo seu corpo até atingir sua mente turva e inquieta. Se antes ele achava Lady Lyanna adorável, agora sua aparência empalidecia em comparação à elegância e beleza da mulher desconhecida. Seu caminho ainda nebuloso toma outro caminho, os longos cabelos platinados que brilhavam prateados sob a luz das velas e os olhos roxos como ametistas, da mulher e das crianças.

Was this a Joke? How was it possible? Rhaegar could not recall any woman with Valerian features in any house great or small in the seven kingdoms. If he knew, she would certainly be his wife right now. This thought darkened his features, due to the incompetence of others Rhaegar did not have the woman of his dreams, much less his three children as the prophecy said. His eyes fixed on the boy... Rhaegar didn't have the promised prince....

As the night wore on, the Targaryen prince's eyes never left the unknown woman's warm figure, every smile, every graceful dance, every sway of her platinum curls, even the quick glimpse of her stockinged legs. Everything was caught in the Targaryen's hungry, shameless eyes, the hunger that grew in her strange squirming with every little interaction she had with her husband or children. Every smile that was never directed at him was a punch to his face and a kick to his gut.

That Wasn't Right, Why Was This Happening? It was his destiny, those should be his children and his wife. Were the gods testing him? How could they be so cruel?

He approached without delay the moment you were left alone by your husband, the youngest daughter firmly holding the skirt of your light blue dress. Rhaegar put the best smile he had on his face before greeting, cornering the woman, who he now knew the identity of, to talk more personal, more gentle, more compromising. He simply couldn't contain himself, a dissatisfied tingling spread through his hands with every minute that passed without touching the softness of his face, a touch that could be interpreted as inappropriate but felt absolutely right in the prince's mind.

Rhaegar nodded calmly with a slight smile at each word you said, unable to contain himself any longer, his hand gently placed one of the platinum strands of your hair behind your ear, his fingertips trailing gently down the side of your slender neck. Restraining himself from saying anything or moving forward with his movements. Ignoring the way you winced and tried to politely walk away.

Why were you shy? Soon you would be married. It was destiny and nothing mattered beyond that. You would follow your duty.

#yandere x reader #Yandere Rhaegar Targaryen #Rhaegar Targaryen x Reader #Yandere Rhaegar Targaryen x Reader

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Legacy of Fire (II)

Chapter Two: Departure

Summery: Vaeloria Targaryen begins her journey

Warnings: Cursing, death by sword, death by fire, death by hanging, war, humiliation, betrayal, violence, use of the word bastard, incest, angst, fluff, burning, threatening, future smut, P in V, fingering, cunnilingus, scissoring, blowjob, handjob, anal sex, girl x girl, boy x girl, boy x boy, dragons

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The moon hung low in the night sky, its pale light casting long, ghostly shadows across the chamber of Vaeloria Targaryen. The room, once a sanctuary where she had dreamt of dragons and heroic deeds, now seemed oppressive, its walls closing in around her. She moved with a sense of purpose, packing her belongings into a simple leather satchel.

Gently, she folded her Targaryen garments, each thread infused with the weight of her heritage. The dragon and wolf pendant, its silver chain cold against her fingers, rested next to her heart. It was a reminder of the legacy she bore, a legacy she had only recently discovered.

Her father, Rhaegar Targaryen, had always been a distant figure in her life, his memory a hazy specter of a time she could barely recall. The tales of his songs and prophecies had always intrigued her, but they had never truly defined her until now.

As she reached for a well-worn book of Dornish poetry, a soft, hesitant knock sounded at her chamber door. She paused, her heart quickening, and then hurriedly stashed the book in her satchel. Her life had become a tapestry of secrets, woven together with threads of deception and danger.

“Come in,” she called, her voice steady despite the turmoil raging within her.

The door swung open, revealing two figures who slipped into the room with the grace of whispers. They were Tyene and Elia Martell, her cousins, the daughters of Oberyn Martell. Their expressions were a blend of confusion and concern, their eyes wide with worry.

“Rhaenys,” Tyene began, using the name they had known her by for years, “what are you doing? Why are you packing in the dead of night?”

Elia’s hazel eyes, so much like her sister’s, mirrored her worry. “Is something wrong?” she asked softly.

Vaeloria hesitated for a moment, torn between her duty to keep her true identity hidden and her love for her cousins. She couldn’t tell them the truth, not yet, not until she understood it fully herself. “I’ve had restless dreams,” she replied carefully, “and a yearning for something more than what Sunspear can offer. I need to find myself, to discover who I truly am.”

Tyene and Elia exchanged uncertain glances. “But why so suddenly?” Tyene pressed. “And in the middle of the night?”

Vaeloria knew she needed a convincing lie, a tale spun from threads of half-truths and crafted with the care of a practiced storyteller. “I’ve heard whispers,” she said, her voice tinged with false concern, “whispers of a Targaryen resurgence, of a new dawn for our family. I cannot ignore it. I want to see the truth for myself, to be a part of this change.”

Elia’s expression softened, and she stepped closer, her hand reaching out to touch Vaeloria’s arm. “You could be in danger out there,” she said, her voice filled with sisterly concern. “You must take someone with you, at least for your safety.”

Vaeloria’s heart sank. She had hoped to slip away unnoticed, to embark on this journey alone, but her cousins’ protective instincts were unyielding. After a moment’s thought, she relented, realising that their concern was rooted in genuine love for her.

“Very well,” she said, her voice tinged with reluctant acceptance. “I’ll take Lara, my trusted maid, and Ser Ian Caerlight, my sworn protector. They will ensure my safety.”

Tyene and Elia exchanged glances once more, finally relenting. “Promise us you’ll return safely,” Tyene implored.

Vaeloria nodded, her eyes glistening with gratitude for her cousins’ love and concern. “I promise.”

With that, she closed up her satchel, her hands trembling as she secured the last of her possessions. The room felt emptier now, as if a piece of her heart had been packed away with her belongings.

As they left her chambers, Tyene and Elia walked by her side, their presence a comforting reminder of the family she would leave behind. They descended the grand staircase of Sunspear, the ancient castle that had been her home, and stepped out into the moonlit courtyard.

The night air was cool against her skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the Dornish sun she had known all her life. Vaeloria felt a mixture of relief and sorrow as she crossed the threshold. Her departure marked the beginning of a journey filled with secrets and uncertainty, a journey into the heart of Westeros where she would uncover the truth of her lineage and fulfil the legacy she carried in her heart.

Under the watchful gazes of Tyene and Elia, Vaeloria took her first steps into the moonlit night, accompanied by her trusted Lara, her loyal maid, stood by her side, her dark eyes filled with determination. Ser Ian Caerlight, a towering figure in gleaming armor, had taken his place as her sworn protector. The road ahead was shrouded in darkness, but Vaeloria was determined to navigate it with courage and purpose.

She turned to her cousins one last time, a bittersweet smile on her lips. “Thank you,” she said, her voice soft but filled with gratitude. “For understanding, for caring.”

Tyene embraced her tightly, whispering words of love and encouragement. Elia followed suit, her hazel eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “Take care of yourself, Rhaenys,” Elia said, using the name they had always known her by, a name she no longer possessed, it did not belong to her. This name she did not deserve, apparently the story of a servant's child having taken the place of poor baby Rhaenys was a lie after all and the real one had died the horrible death people shuddered when reminded of. Vaeloria wanted to tell them, but she did not have the heart to throw this truth in their faces, their poor hearts wouldn't be able to take it, not after their father's death, not after everything they've been through.

With their blessings and promises of reunion, Vaeloria, Lara, and Ser Ian Caerlight set out into the night, leaving behind the familiar walls of Sunspear. The path ahead was unknown, a tapestry of uncertainty waiting to be unraveled.

As they ventured further from the palace, Vaeloria couldn’t help but wonder about the truths she would uncover and the challenges she would face. Her heart beat with a sense of adventure and the weight of her true name, Vaeloria, that had been revealed to her, a name that meant the Valiant Queen in the language of her ancestors, a language she insisted to learn from a young age.

With each step, she moved closer to her destiny, determined to rewrite the story of House Targaryen and fulfil the legacy she carried within her. The journey had begun, and Vaeloria Targaryen was ready to face whatever lay ahead.

The night was alive with the sounds of Dorne as Vaeloria and her small retinue made their way through the winding streets of Sunspear. The city had always been a place of vibrant colours, exotic scents, and bustling markets, but tonight, it seemed different, as if it were holding its breath, waiting for something to change.

Lara, Vaeloria’s trusted maid, walked beside her, her steps soft and sure. She had been with Vaeloria since childhood, a loyal confidante who had shared in both her joys and sorrows. Her presence brought comfort to the young Targaryen as they navigated the unfamiliar terrain of secrecy and uncertainty.

Ser Ian Caerlight, the sworn protector assigned to her by House Martell, kept a vigilant watch over their surroundings. His armour gleamed in the moonlight, and the hilt of his sword was within easy reach. He had sworn an oath to safeguard Vaeloria’s life, and he took that duty with the utmost seriousness.

As the moon cast its silvery glow upon the road ahead, Vaeloria could no longer bear the weight of her hidden truth. Lara and Ser Ian Caerlight had been her loyal companions, steadfast in their support, and they deserved to know the full extent of her identity.

Vaeloria slowed her pace, causing Lara and Ser Ian to do the same. Her voice quivered with the magnitude of the revelation she was about to make. “Lara, Ser Ian,” she began, “there is something I’ve kept from you, something that no one else in this world knows.”

Both Lara and Ser Ian turned their attention to Vaeloria, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and concern. The night seemed to hold its breath, waiting for her to continue.

“I am not who I’ve pretended to be,” Vaeloria confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “I am not Rhaenys Targaryen. My true name is Vaeloria. Vaeloria Targaryen.”

The words hung in the air, a revelation that shattered the foundation of the life they had known. Lara’s eyes widened in disbelief, while Ser Ian’s stern countenance softened with understanding.

Vaeloria nodded, her heart heavy with the weight of the truth. “Yes,” she confirmed. “Jon Snow is my brother, and we were separated at birth to protect us from those who wished harm upon House Targaryen.”

Ser Ian, ever the stoic protector, absorbed the revelation with a sense of duty. “My lady,” he said, addressing Vaeloria by her true name, “your safety and your mission remain our highest priorities. Your lineage does not change our loyalty to you.”

Lara’s eyes shimmered with emotion as she spoke. “You are our lady, Vaeloria Targaryen, the true heir of House Targaryen. We will stand by your side, as we always have.”

Vaeloria felt a profound sense of relief and gratitude. Her decision to reveal her true identity had been a momentous one, and she was relieved that her trusted companions had accepted it without hesitation.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice filled with sincerity. “We are embarking on a journey that will reshape the fate of House Targaryen and the entire realm of Westeros. Together, as a family, we will navigate this path and reclaim our legacy.”

With her secret finally unveiled, Vaeloria, the Dragon, continued her journey northward, her heart filled with newfound strength and purpose. She was no longer burdened by the weight of deception, and her true identity would guide her as she sought to reunite with Jon Snow and rewrite the story of House Targaryen.

As they made their way through the city, Vaeloria couldn’t help but feel a pang of nostalgia. She had grown up here, amidst the splendor of Sunspear, where the shadow of House Martell loomed large. It had been her sanctuary, and her cousins, Tyene and Elia, her closest confidantes. Now, she was leaving it all behind in pursuit of her true identity.

The streets grew quieter as they ventured farther from the palace, and Vaeloria’s thoughts turned to the challenges that lay ahead. She had learned the truth of her lineage, but the world beyond Sunspear was vast and unforgiving. She had to find Jon Snow, her long-lost twin, and seek out Daenerys Targaryen, her aunt, to continue the legacy of House Targaryen.

But she also knew that her journey would be fraught with danger. There were those who would stop at nothing to extinguish the last remnants of House Targaryen, and she had to remain vigilant.

Lara, ever perceptive, spoke softly, breaking the silence. “My lady, are you certain this is the right path?”

Vaeloria nodded, her resolve unwavering. “I must know the truth of my family, of who I am. Sunspear cannot contain me any longer.”

Ser Ian Caerlight’s voice was gruff but filled with loyalty. “We’ll protect you with our lives, my lady. You have our word.”

Vaeloria smiled at her two trusted companions. Their unwavering support meant more to her than words could express. “Thank you, both of you. We’ll face this journey together, as a family.”

As they continued through the night, the world of Westeros stretched out before them, a vast and mysterious realm waiting to be explored. Vaeloria knew that every step would bring her closer to her destiny, and she was determined to embrace it with the same spirit of courage and determination that had defined her life thus far.

The legacy of House Targaryen had awakened within her, and with it came the responsibility to rewrite the story of her family. The road ahead might be perilous, but Vaeloria Targaryen was ready to face it, armed with the truth of her identity and the unwavering support of those who believed in her.

As they walked on beneath the Dornish stars, the world watched, unknowing, as the Dragon embarked on her journey to reclaim her legacy and reshape the fate of Westeros.

Under the watchful gaze of the Dornish stars, Vaeloria and her companions ventured further into the night, the path ahead illuminated only by the pale moonlight. The world of Westeros was vast, and its mysteries awaited discovery. Each step they took was a step closer to the truth, a step deeper into the tapestry of intrigue that enshrouded their family’s legacy.

As they moved through the quiet streets of Sunspear, Vaeloria’s thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions. She carried the weight of her true identity, the knowledge that she was not Rhaenys but Vaeloria Targaryen, the lost twin of Jon Snow. The burden of her heritage was both a source of strength and a shadow that clung to her.

Lara, her loyal maid, remained by her side, her presence a soothing balm to Vaeloria’s unease. She had been more than a servant; she had been a friend, a confidante, and a pillar of support through the years. Her unwavering loyalty had been a constant in Vaeloria’s life, and tonight was no different.

Ser Ian Caerlight, the sworn protector, maintained a vigilant watch over their surroundings. His eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, scanned the darkened alleys and corners. His every movement spoke of unwavering dedication to his duty, and Vaeloria knew that he would defend her with his life.

Their journey took them through the heart of Sunspear, past the grand bazaars that had once been Vaeloria’s playground. She remembered the laughter of children, the tantalising aroma of spices, and the vibrant tapestries that adorned the stalls. Tonight, those memories seemed distant, overshadowed by the gravity of her quest.

As they reached the outskirts of the city, Vaeloria glanced back at Sunspear one last time. It was a city of secrets and intrigue, a place where the legacy of House Martell had thrived for generations. Now, she was venturing beyond its walls, into a world where the Targaryen name carried both power and peril.

The road stretched before them, a ribbon of moonlit silver leading to an uncertain future. Vaeloria knew that they would encounter challenges and adversaries on their journey, but she was resolute in her determination to uncover the truth of her family and forge her own destiny.

Lara broke the silence once more, her voice gentle. “My lady, do you have any idea where we should begin our search?”

Vaeloria paused, her mind racing with possibilities. “We must head north, towards the Wall,” she replied, her voice filled with conviction. “There, we may find Jon Snow, my twin, and from him, we may learn more about our family’s legacy.”

Ser Ian Caerlight nodded in agreement. “The Wall is a formidable place, my lady. We’ll need to tread carefully, for it is a land of ice and danger.”

Vaeloria acknowledged the warning, knowing that their journey would be perilous. But she also understood that she could not turn back. The truth of her identity and the destiny that awaited her compelled her forward.

With every step they took, the world of Westeros unfolded around them, a tapestry of kingdoms, alliances, and betrayals. Vaeloria carried the legacy of House Targaryen on her shoulders, and as the Dragon, she was determined to rewrite the story of her family.

The night was their cloak, the stars their witnesses, and the road their guide. The legacy of House Targaryen had awakened within her, and she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The journey had just begun, and the fate of Westeros hung in the balance as the Dragon embarked on her quest for truth and redemption.

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what a thriller (I)

Warning: Yandere. Gender-neutral reader. Bit of gore.

Characters: Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Cater Diamond, Trey Clover, Riddle Rosehearts.

Summary: “On All Hallows’ Eve, on the night of a full moon, a lone soul will summon creatures of the night. They shall be awoken from their slumber, and have the ability to bring terror to the people. But, they shall make a single vow to the lone soul that summoned them and leaves an offering, only that soul can reign them in. Yet once that vow is made, it shall seal the soul’s fate…” At least, that’s what the book you bought from overpriced Halloween store said. You have nothing else to do and it probably won’t work, so why not try it out?

Note: Okay, I post, now I dip. Yes, I will work on the follower special request still in the inbox now. Yes, this is a halloween special. Yes, I plan for there to be more parts eventually, hopefully before Halloween. Yes, I know it’s only August, but Heartslabyul always takes the longest for me so give me a break. Oh, and this has not been completely checked over for mistakes, so there may be some errors.

spooky scary skeletons | he’s a pirate (will link when complete)

The giant extra large bags of candies stocked on the shelves, the fallen leaves were the colors of the carved pumpkins, the arrival of scary movies on the television, it could only mean one thing: Halloween was fast approaching. The season of sugary goods and fun costumes. Unfortunately, you had grown past the acceptable age of trick-or-treating. If you dressed up and rang some doorbells looking for candy, you’d probably get some dirty looks and the often repeated question “aren’t you too old for this?”

So with not much else to do and no company to have over, you decided to do your own thing on Halloween day, before you would set up and prepare for the influx of children searching for candy at night. Somewhere where you could read this mysterious book you found at one of those temporary Halloween stores. It could’ve been all jokes and fun, just made up tales, but the quality of the thick leather book and the low price was far too good to pass up. Slowly you walked along to where the roads took you, opening the book and beginning to read,

“On All Hallows’ Eve, on the night of a full moon, a lone soul will summon creatures of the night. They shall be awoken from their slumber, and have the ability to bring terror to the people. But, they shall make a single vow to the lone soul that summoned them and leaves an offering, only that soul can reign them in. Yet once that vow is made, it shall seal the soul’s fate…”

Well, you found out what you were going to do today. It might even be fun to try and fulfill this spooky silly prophecy. Sure, nothing would happen, but it gave you something scary to do on Halloween. Afterall, how true could this book be when it was from a holiday retail store that sold cheaply made costumes for high prices? Continuing on your walk, you quietly considered what you could offer. So the question was, where would you set this ritual?

SPOOKY SCARY SKELETONS (Heartslabyul)

The town graveyard, of course. The place where the troublesome teenagers went at night to scare each other, but you’re certain they would be off somewhere else trying to steal candy from babies or do stupid stuff like seances in the forest. It wasn’t weird for you to come by, considering the graveyard was about a block away and the easiest way to the center of town was through the graveyard instead of going all the way around it. Plus, it was the most peaceful and quiet place for miles, as weird as that sounded.

During the day it wasn’t too bad, but at night it’s considerably worse. When the sun is out, the birds are twittering and there’s the distant sound of honking cars on a nearby road, a sign that you weren’t alone. When there is sunlight, the leaves on the ground are bright orange like the pumpkins, blanketing every inch of ground as the dead within their tombs lay in eternal rest under the shade of the remaining browning leaves that clung for dear life on the outstretched limbs of the trees. But at night? Oh, at night, you couldn’t bear to walk through the graveyard. It felt like a completely different world when the sun went down and the only sound was the crushing of leaves underfoot and mysterious rustling nearby.

However, today would be different, you decided. Today was a fitting day to go over and try this phony ritual in the rare silence, especially while most of the teenagers would be doing their own thing instead of vandalizing random graves or secretly smoking/drinking here without their parent’s permission.

When arriving at the graveyard, your eyes scanned over the vast property for the best place to do the ritual. Then, your eye caught sight of one of the older mausoleums on the grounds. It had been vandalized. Its stone walls colored with crude spray paint as indiscernible words were scribbled on the surface. Frowning at this discovery, you scanned the grounds for the graveyard keeper, but there was no sign of him. Feeling a bit bad and since you had the spare time, you picked up some cleaning supplies from the nearby shed where you knew the gravekeeper kept some things.

Vandalism had happened in the cemetery before, but you hadn’t actually seen it with your own eyes until now. Slowly approaching, you readied the cleaning supplies as you muttered a small apology to the dead that rested inside. As you began scrubbing, the paint came off and it revealed the names engraved on the stone. Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade were written on the left wall, Cater Diamond and Trey Clover were written on the right wall, and on the surface of the wall directly opposite of the sealed stone mausoleum entrance was the name Riddle Rosehearts. It appears as if time had eroded away at the numbers that marked the time of their deaths, so it was impossible to discern just how old these graves were.

You were only content when the paint was fully washed off along with the grime and moss that came with the aged stone. It had taken almost all your free time to clean the tall stone walls, and the sun was setting already and the full moon had come out, but maybe it was worth it. Noticing there was a lack of flowers and candles, it was probably safe to say that no one had come to pay respects to the five dead here in a long time. There might be a chance that there wasn’t anyone left who even remembered them. It was a bit sad to see all the other graves decorated with flowers, little knick knacks, and photographs, while this mausoleum stood alone and empty. Maybe these useless items you brought for the ritual might actually be useful, they could be gifts for the five dead resting here. Thinking about it, you’d probably be sad if you weren’t remembered or gifted anything after so long.

So, you removed the candles from your bag and lit them around the mausoleum, one wick for each name. Rummaging through the mess of items you gathered at random from the dollar store, you picked one object to give to each name and place beside their candle. For Ace you left a deck of playing cards that you found on the shelf by checkout, under Deuce’s name you placed a mini blue toy motorcycle that had been in the toy aisle, beside Cater’s candle you set a spicy instant noodle cup that some broke college students had been eyeing in line, Trey’s offering was a single birthday cupcake that was much cheaper than buying a whole batch, and finally you had purchased a bouquet of roses which you placed under Riddle’s name. They were trash items, but hey, you’d be happy to receive any of them if you had been dead and got no offerings.

Standing upright, you admired your handiwork before murmuring, “Here you go… For Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Cater Diamond, Trey Clover, and finally Riddle Rosehearts. Oh, uh…” Removing the book from your bag, you reviewed the steps of the ritual. Step one, set your location. Check. Step two, light candles. Check. Step three, place the offerings. Check. Step four, to complete the ritual, recite these lines.” Clearing your throat, you flipped back the first pages and began awkwardly reading, “On this All Hallows’ Eve night, while the moon is full, here I am. The lone soul. I use the energy present tonight to summon thee creatures, awake from your long slumber…! Ugh, this sounds so stupid when I say it out loud… Make your vow to me, the lone soul you waited so long for. In exchange for your loyalty, I bring gifts. Once the deed is done and our deal is set, it shall seal our fate……!”

A breeze came by, carrying some leaves and blowing out all the candles. Well, you accomplished basically nothing and wasted a few dollars for the supplies, but the trip wasn’t completely wasted. At least these five dead finally had some company for once. Closing the book, it was now time to return home, and––

Creaaakkkkk…

You stopped in your tracks, slowly looking back at the mausoleum. The heavy rusted iron doors were open, which made a chill go up your spine. That… wasn’t normal, it wasn’t even opened earlier. Weren’t they always supposed to be locked? Keeping your distance, staying a good few feet away from the mausoleum but you moved so you could peek inside without getting any closer. With your flashlight camera illuminating the dark space from afar, you squinted to get a better view just because you were that far and refused to be stupid and get closer. However, when you could vaguely make out the shape of multiple coffins on shelves, their top lids discarded off to the side revealing empty insides, it felt as if your heart dropped to the bottom of your stomach.

Suddenly, you felt a foreign sensation grasping onto your hand. Screaming, you instinctively swung blindly with the thick book, until you heard a groan and a crack! Behind you was a figure dressed in black, their hand was nothing but bone, and their head–– Oh, their head looked normal with messy redish hair and an odd heart-shaped scar on their cheek, but their skull literally came unattached and went rolling into the bushes due to the force behind your hit. Much to your horror, the body grasped at nothing and moved towards the detached head. From the bushes, you heard a voice, presumably from the head yelling, “Ow! What the hell was that for? I was trying to talk to you! Wait… what am I saying ow for? That didn’t even hurt!”

What… What was that? Why was there a person with a skeletal hand and without a head, talking and moving as if normal? As you turned around to make a dash for the exit at the graveyard gates, you immediately came face to face with another macabre-like figure. This one had a dark blue shade of hair and there was a spade-shaped scar on his left eye.

When he raised his hand towards you, you instinctively raised the book to defend yourself, and his eyes widened as he began, “Wait, I’m not gonna hurt you! Don’t––!”

CRACK!

You swung again, nearly screaming as his head rolled off just like the first’s did. And just like the first, his head went rolling into the bushes with his walking headless body quickly following. Much to your horror, you could still hear their voices. The heads were bickering with each other, as their bodies rummaged through the bushes to find their missing piece.

With no obstacles in your way anymore, you ran for the gate while the two were busy. The gates were so close, just within reach––! Until a third figure appeared in front of the exit, blocking your path. This one looked similar to the others, but with orange hair brushing against his shoulders and a diamond-shaped scar below his eye. When you moved, so did he, both of you stuck in an awkward and scary tango as he blocked your path each time. “Hold on! Stop, just chill for a second!” How could you chill when you noticed one of his arms was completely devoid of flesh?!

“Look, we promise we aren’t going to hurt you. It’s okay. We would never hurt you.” Another one? The fourth one had short dark-green hair and a clover-shaped scar. He spoke softly and mustered an awkward smile, but what unnerved you was his eye. The eye just above his scar, suddenly popped out of his skull before he hurriedly squeezed it back in place and adjusted his glasses. Noticing your alarmed reaction, he instantly apologized, “Sorry––”

Behind him, you noticed a shorter fifth figure with rose red hair. Oh god, there were five? Was this the new walking dead? Wait… five? Like the five names on the mausoleums…? The fifth… wasn’t all that scary. Yes, he looked like the others, like walking corpses, but he approached slowly and carefully while cradling the bouquet of roses. He stopped a good distance away, but he merely stared at you before smiling and bowing his head, “Thank you for the flowers, they’re lovely. I never expected my–– I mean, our, first offerings in quite some time, to be from the lone soul that would summon us.”

Well that happened. You somehow raised the dead (at least five of them) through the ritual and now they’re claiming that you’re the lone soul that they’re swearing eternal loyalty to? Who knew knick knacks from the dollar store would be enough to appease these hundred of years old walking corpses? They may look kinda scary with how some of their limbs are missing flesh and parts of their bodies have exposed bone but at least their faces and heads are fully attached… for the most part. And they’re actually fairly nice and have gotten attached to you quickly. There’s no getting rid of them, no ritual to put them back to their eternal rest. So what now?

Ace Trappola

Despite being from hundreds of years ago, Ace could fit in surprisingly well in this day and age if it weren’t for little details about his appearance. It was a shame that he died so early on, but he doesn’t mind because he met you. Besides, death wasn’t so bad, it just felt like he took the fattest nap ever known to man.

Right over his right eye, it looked like someone had used a knife to carve the shape of a heart. Additionally, he was missing flesh over the left side of his torso which revealed his bare rib cage that was completely hollow, and part of his ankles (almost always hidden by socks and shoes) were nothing but bone as well.

Along with Cater, he’s quick to get used to the new environment. Also the first to realize that these aren’t little monsters running around, they’re just plain old kids in costumes! How old must they be to have no idea that kids dress up on Halloween? You have no idea, and when you ask Ace merely grins and avoids the question. These fog machines and scary ani-ma-tron-ics are pretty cool!

The playing cards were one of the things he recognized despite the time that has gone by, which is why he appreciated the offering. That, and the ace card has a heart just like his scar. Anyways, sure, the cards may look different, but they’re still cards used for games and tricks. Oh, and speaking of tricks.

Trick-or-treat? Trick, always. Ace is one of the more mischievous ones, he thinks it’s funny to scare the kids passing by. And it is scary, because they think his wounds and bones are so realistic. Oh, it’s real, but they don’t need to know that. Not just that, but he will steal candy from unsuspecting kids. Even better if they get so scared they run and drop their goodie bags. More for him!

He won’t lie, you meeting him for the first time could’ve gone much better. He was just so excited. He woke up feeling energized, arising from his coffin as he heard you recite from the book. Of course he probably should’ve guessed you’d freak out at the sight of him. Part of his body probably rotted during his slumber.

Ace knew this would’ve happened eventually, someone was going to wake him up, they had to. The curse placed on him and his friends prophesied that only a lone soul would bring them back among the living, where perhaps they might actually be able to live like normal to make up for their life that was taken. In exchange for another opportunity, they would be bonded to the lone soul. Well the ritual with the bond must’ve worked rapidly, what else could explain this intense desire to be in your company, making you laugh and simply doing some antics with you? And it was only night one. These desires may increase as each night passes.

Later on in the night if some of those annoying guys try to scare you, he’s immediately snapping back in reply. Hey! Only he can scare you! Don’t worry, he won’t lash out physically into violence. That’s more of the others in the group’s thing. He did imagine burying those jerks alive, but he won’t be doing that… at least for now.

Deuce Spade

Deuce has a harder time adjusting, at times he sticks out like a sore thumb but by emulating others he’s getting better. It’s honestly such a jarring experience. Everything he once knew is now gone, time went on, things changed, but he feels a bit better knowing you’ll be here throughout everything from here on out.

On the corner of his left eye, there was a fairly large scar in the shape of a spade. Over his cheek, from one edge of his lips to his jaw, there was a hole in his flesh that revealed part of his teeth and jaw bone. Even one of his hands was completely devoid of any flesh, which was mostly covered by his black gloves.

At first, Deuce is majorly freaked out by all the changes. Why are all the lights no longer candles but glowing glass? Why are there little monsters running everywhere carrying bags of candy? Is that a giant version of the offering you gave him?! That looks amazing! He wants a closer look! Do you realize how much better this is being with you experiencing all these new things, instead of sleeping?

He honestly had no idea what his offering was supposed to be. It looked like a toy of some kind, but he was nonetheless grateful. So imagine his shock when he saw these box-shaped mechanisms and mo-tor-cyles that looked like his offering. He was entranced. When you ask what if he gets injured on a motorcycle, he confidently assured that he could easily put himself back together even if he was nothing but pieces!

Trick-or-treat? Treat! He’s just copying what you, Riddle, and Trey are doing. Besides, now that he has a second chance at life, he wants to be better! Which is why he refuses to actively try and scare the children, but they’re still frightened. Even as he tried to reassure them and offer candy, the kids broke out crying at what the parents accompanying them complimented as amazing makeup. He just wanted to help out, not be scary…

That meeting was, uh… embarrassing. He can’t believe you saw his head roll off within the first five seconds of seeing each other! Maybe he should’ve learned from Ace’s mistakes and kept his distance so you wouldn’t panic, but he was eager to introduce himself! Ah, don’t worry, his bones and scars won’t get in the way this time!

There’s moments he recalls his life before he died. He didn’t have much. Hell, it was probably his own incompetence and recklessness that led to his death, but then he rememberes who he left behind. His mother. Surely she grieved over her lost son, he ended up a disappointment and made her cry. But he wondered if… she’d be happy knowing he had another chance, that he found someone to dedicate himself to and he was diligently improving his behavior. Would that let her rest in peace and would he be able to move on with a new purpose? He wouldn’t throw away this second chance, he’ll make up for his past mistakes and protect you to the death!

No matter how much he tries, he cannot hide his sometimes brash impulsive behavior. He may lash out, especially if someone’s being rude to you or trying to scare you. But, it’s easy to stop him with a simple scolding. However, there are times where you may fail to notice he’s secretly taken action. Where did he get a shovel from? And why does it have blood on it? Deuce says it’s a prop, but you’re not really convinced when you notice fresh mud on his boots.

Cater Diamond

Like Ace, Cater fits in surprisingly well. He catches on the fastest to slang, able to ease swiftly from the old speech to the more modern dialect. Isn’t this great? He fits right in! Well… almost. If it weren't for the state of his body, then he would fit in perfectly. But, there’s nothing like a little makeup and adjustment of his clothes that can’t fix that.

Under his left eye, there’s a small diamond-shaped scar engraved in his flesh. If you pushed up the sleeve of his black outfit, you could see that on one of his arms, from his shoulder to the tip of his fingers, the limb was completely devoid of flesh. What happened to him to lose so much skin? He won’t say, he’ll always distract you with a story from his previous life if you try to bring it up.

These new devices of the time are so interesting! This cute little magical electric box you always carry around is his favorite! And all these little kids running around dressed to the nines in silly costumes? Fun! He never expected old Hallow’s Eve to end up like this. He likes the holiday way better now. It used to just be a pagan time for festivals, now it’s such an exciting night! He can’t wait to learn more about the traditions from you.

Your offering was too good! Really, he hated sweets and wasn’t extremely fond of bland food, but when you left this magical cup, he wasn’t really sure what to expect. After everything, you showed him how to prepare it. When he saw you’re just supposed to fill it with water and mix to get a spicy and delightful meal? He was floored! This was by far, the best offering he got! Eagerly he slurped up the spicy noodles, despite not needing food for his body to function.

Trick-or-treat? Trick, obviously! He is not about the treat, honestly. Which is why if he won’t playfully scare a kid or get them to laugh, he’ll give them a treat… of spicy ramen noodles! Yeah, that’s right. He’s not giving out candy, he’s giving them a small plastic cup of noodles from the packet you had stored in the pantry. Guess he didn’t quite get the memo that usually treat meant candy, but he’s got the spirit.

You whacked the head off Ace and Deuce, but Cater was smarter than to just get so close after he saw what happened to them. Even if he did want to get as close as possible to you. Just… don’t look too long at the broken parts of his body. He won’t say it aloud but he is a bit… self-conscious about it, more so than the others. But if you push past the black veil of his hat and sincerely compliment him, despite his current appearance, he’ll melt and be much clingier.

To be honest, he was frightened at the time of his death. He was nearly certain that no one would come for him, no one would bring him back, why would they when there were others? How could he be sure there was even someone destined to bring him back? He’d be left to rot for eternity… So imagine his pure shock, his disbelief, when he awoke in a coffin. And what was that voice outside these stone walls…? He needed to get out of here, he needed to see if this was real. When he reached the outside, and saw your living breathing form, well… Part of him was worried this was some cruel dream. Can the dead even dream?

Ah, don’t worry about him! His biggest crime is making a kid or two cry by scaring them. Most of the time he ends up being able to make them laugh and smile though. Just hope that no one tries to egg your house or do any other prank like that. Because he might just do more than merely make them cry from fear.

Trey Clover

Trey fits in well which is a bit unexpected? Not because he’s good with learning about the new environment, but because most people assume he’s a good and decent living guy by his behavior. Which is a good thing, because it means he can stay beside you with no issue, right?

He happens to be the most “normal” looking. He isn’t missing flesh, but he does have a small clover shaped scar right under his right eye. However, his eye isn’t connected properly to his skull, causing it to pop out at times. There is no blood, it just pops out and goes right back in, often caught by his glasses. He gets embarrassed whenever you see it happen.

At first the children in their costumes surprised him, before he quickly figured out they were kids. The huge selection of candies on the shelves and baked goods in display windows from this time period amazed him! For a moment he even mistook firefighters as witch hunters because of their black robes and axes that could be used to chop wood to burn witches and other unholy beings such as themselves! Just a short explanation from you was enough to get him to understand and calm his uneasiness.

A baked treat, a fitting offering for the son of a baker. He’d never seen a cupcake so… colorful. It looked normal with white frosting, but it had rainbow sprinkles and glittering wrappings. It was delightfully sweet, not too sugary but not lacking either. He compliments your baking skill, but you don’t tell him it’s a cheap store-bought good.

Trick-or-treat? Treat! Trey seems to enjoy handing out candy to the children, and he seems like the only one they aren’t scared of! He’s another one that doesn’t quite get that treats usually means just candy, since he wanted to give each trick-or-treater a cupcake he baked himself! How’d he even learn to use the oven that quickly? You have no idea. But it seems like his new favorite thing.

Really, of all times for his eye to fall out, it had to be right as he met you? That was a bit humiliating… Well, he had plenty of time to paint a better picture of himself in your mind, since he could tell that their somewhat grotesque appearance frightened you. But first thing’s first, they had to get you to stop screaming.

It all went black at his death. It felt like it had only been one night when he then awoke in the mausoleum. He could hear a voice past the stone walls, followed by a commotion and a scream. The scream sent a chill up his spine, forcing him to hurry his pace. There was the setting sun and moon, nearly blinding him as he stepped out for the first time in centuries, but you, you were like the light at the end of the tunnel. That’s when he recalled the prophecy. So it was you. It was no wonder he felt the urgent need to come to your rescue when he heard your scream, because you had already bound him to your soul. But there was nothing to rescue you from, as he can tell from Ace and Deuce who quite literally lost their heads. He’d help convince you that they mean no harm.

Trey is the least likely to ever be violent, but he does tend to fret a lot over your health. You don’t want to become like him, do you? He always means well, so there’s never any need to worry about his intentions. Of course, he’ll never say it, but he doesn’t care nearly as much for anyone that isn’t you or those he died alongside. But he’ll stop the other four dead men so that they’re not creating trouble for you.

Riddle Rosehearts

Oh, Riddle… At first he had a difficult time adjusting as well, many things appalled him or shocked him to his core. But, with a few words from you, he was quickly able to act the part of fitting in. The prophecy has been done, he lives once again alongside four other dead. Now, just as it was foretold, he was bonded to a lone soul, you, which he’ll gladly serve for eternity, and not even death can keep you apart from them!

Like Trey, his injuries are not clearly visible. However, under his shirt right over his heart, is a crude scar shaped like a rose. The lines were so intricate to create the design, and his flesh had been stitched together. He won’t speak about it much, but the others say the scar is there because the killer cut the tortuous rose scar into his flesh, tore out that part of skin, and ripped his heart out.

What was this black river outside the cemetery gates? What? It’s firm as stone! You say this is a road? What are all these little hobgoblins running around? Weren’t they supposed to be in the living world, not in hell? They’re just children in costumes? That’s ridiculous! The world has changed so much… Tell him, if he may ask you, what is the year? For how long have they slept in their coffins?

There were so many things to learn, so many changes, but what didn’t change? Flowers. Flowers still existed. Oh, he recalled his former life, tending to the garden and smelling the flowers. It was bitter sweet, as he recalled the very rose scar over his heart. He’s certain that flowers decorated his coffin at his funeral as well. And these roses… they were from you, they brought back many memories, but he’ll treasure this gift nonetheless.

Trick-or-treat? Why, treat, of course! Riddle follows your instructions perfectly, only giving candy to those children that ring the doorbell and say the words trick-or-treat. And to each child, he’s giving an equal amount of candy. Even the buckets storing the sweets have been organized meticulously by flavor and color. He takes this job seriously–– You three, Ace, Deuce, Cater! Quit terrorizing the children at once!!

Riddle felt a sense of calm. Of course anyone should’ve been confused after waking up in a coffin, but Riddle immediately knew what was happening. Someone had fulfilled the prophecy, of course. It was why he was able to walk out of the mausoleum and notice the offering left under his name.

The roses smelled so sweet, and their red color was such a contrast to the dreary dark and dullness of the graveyard around them. Cradling the bouquet gently, his eyes caught sight of the younger two just beginning to reattach their skulls to their bodies. Not too far away, he saw the other two blocking the exit at the gates. This was it. It was the moment he would properly meet the lone soul who he was now bonded to. He could practically feel the stitches above where his heart would be, magically tugging him forward closer and closer to your form. This time, he will make the most of this second chance, and he’ll have you at his side to carry out your commands.

Rosehearts never causes mischief or trouble or unnecessary conflicts. He keeps the other four in line and helps them blend in more with the living crowd. You can trust in him, he will prevent the others from doing anything they shouldn’t be doing… Is what he says, but you can’t be sure. Well, as long as you’re around to calm him, everything will be alright. As long as you do not leave him, no one will have to face the wrath of the walking dead.

Afterwards...

Say, why not go to the land of the dead with them? Because of the prophecy and curse, they never were allowed there but maybe now they would be permitted. Don’t worry about the small details, you may be living still but that shouldn’t be a problem! The land of the dead isn’t that bad from what they’ve heard. There was something deep in their bones, an emptiness as they slept, a longing that they’ve ever known. That unknown emptiness was only filled by you, their lone soul.

Sure, it may be dark and there is no sunlight, but it’s quite lively considering it’s full of dead people. Besides, you’ll have them at their side! What harm can come to you when they are there? You won’t have to worry about the problems from your living life, not when you’re residing down in the land of the dead with them.

It may be frightening at first to see all these grotesque skeletal figures walking about, but a simple bit of adjusting just as you taught them how to get used to the changes of the living world, will get you used to the land of the dead.

Hm, what’s this? You don’t want to? Well, they aren’t entirely opposed to it, they don’t mind staying in the living world with you either. However, how will you be able to live with five walking corpses? Halloween doesn’t last forever you know, and they can’t constantly excuse their appearance with the holiday costumes. It would be long before they’re insisting you reconsider going with them to the land of the dead. Afterall, you did initiate the ritual, you gave them offerings, you lit candles, you bound them to your soul. The book said, once that vow is made, it shall seal the soul’s fate.

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my detailed thoughts on the first season of Percy jackson.

Cons:

The pacing, I know everyone says this, but really the pacing of this season was all over the place. having 8 episodes while probably the only option for the writing team really hurt the series overall. Adding an additional episode would helped keep things better I think and would allow a better flow. Not to mention it would help keep things structured in a 3 act system with a beginning, middle, and end that a lot of stories, are told in which would have just fit and flowed better. I would prefer 12 eps, for each act having 4 eps, but that is greedy since they're probably going to be stuck with 8 for the rest of the series too

Lightning, the series was just too dark in a lot of scenes, I didn't have much of a problem because I watched on my smarttv, but I know a lot of people who watched on computers or phones had trouble

The beginning, there should have been more episodes in Camp Half-Blood, at least 1 more. I get that the meat of the story is in the journey, but by not establishing camp half-blood as the first place Percy felt like home it makes it feel emptier. I do like how they including flashbacks of luke training percy in the finale but I would have liked more in camp half blood before the start

There's a less wonder and magic in the series than there was in the books. I don't really know how to describe it, but the books made it feel like there were two worlds hiding within each other and there is magic everywhere. Just small things like Ares turning his lost shield into a bullet proof vest because that's the more modern take.

I'm not with a vocal part of the fandom that bitch and moan over the kids not falling into every trap, I like that Percy is smarter, but instead of just making him smarter, I think they should have just had him ask more questions, like if he was a 12 year old with ADHD who had his eyes open to a world. By making him ask questions, it would help let them explain the world more by having people answer Percy, instead of him knowing everything. Certain things I think could have been done better, like the Kronos reveal and the Luke reveal, it could be done as a reveal instead of Percy figuring it out and I think it would have worked better. like have Percy realize it when talking through the prophecy with Luke because Luke mentions the bolt and the helm, something Percy wouldn't have told him or anyone at camp.

For the most part, I like how they did the gods, with the exception with Zeus and Athena. Zeus is such a larger than life figure, as much as I love Lance Riddick's performance, he played him too epic. The Zeus from the books feels more like a powerful blowhard while the series makes him feel too cool to me. As for Athena, I'll admit I'm bias because she's my favorite god but I don't like her being made the villain in Annabeth's story especially offscreen. I get that they're playing up the gods being shit more than the books and since they made Poseidon more sympathetic, making Athena more antagonistic is a choice to make. I just don't think it fits her cold and logical, but still cares about her kids in her way that she was portrayed in the books.

Grover. I honestly like a lot of the things they added to his character, but I wish they didn't take away from his canon character moments. Not many, but I liked him being a different species than Percy and Annabeth, he isn't human, he's part goat and instead of the books stuff, he's more just a kid with different legs and short horns than another creature. Also by taking away his reed pipes and not showing him being able to do magic, it limits the character.

While people complain about the show... showing not telling, I feel like there was a lack of exposition in the show that wasn't there in the books. It kind of goes with Percy being smarter in the show than the books, but there's a lot of stuff left out of the show that is good world building. small example, no one mentions that monsters don't die for good, which is a very important plot point in heroes of olympus, even if they don't make it, it's a good thing to tell a new demi-gods. Or other plot points, like Annabeth wanting to see her father after all these years, despite how badly things broke before, which just kind of resolves offscreen.

Honestly though, it was only the fandom that ever really bothered me. Too many people focusing on uncharitable changes about the series that had to be made since there is a difference between a first person perspective book series and a tv series that they had to make. That they couldn't fit everything into an 8 ep series that's in a whole book

Pros:

Honestly, one of the best adaptions I've seen despite all the cons.

The acting in the show is awesome, the actors for the kids are young but perfect for the roles they were assigned. they might not look like the books, but I genuinely think it doesn't matter if they're going to be this good. Walker, Leah, and Aryan stand out as the stars of this show and for good reason

I really like the way they portrayed Luke in the tv series, I get the twist in the books, but by bringing up stuff with him earlier I think it makes him more sympathetic. I also think by not including the scorpion to kill Percy, and instead make it clear Luke doesn't want to kill Percy makes him feel more like a kid making a dumb decision instead of someone willing to murder a 12 year old.

I like how they portrayed Sally in the show even if some people disagree. I like that she shows more flaws and character than just being the sweetest saddest woman that she was in the books. As much as Sally loves Percy, him not only being a demi-god, but a neurodivergent kid, it wears on any parent's patience, especially a single mother. Having her get angry and lose her temper, having us as the viewers know what she's been through makes her feel more real and fits better for a tv show.

I like most of the effects, I think it fits in the show and looks better than a lot of blockbuster movies. Lightning aside. I think the monsters looked good and so did the magic even if I think the latter could be better

Honestly, I think the fight scenes were great for a disney show where the main character is supposed to be 12. I know people are annoyed with how short they are, but that's how they were in the books. I think they were adapted fine.

I like that since we're not in Percy's head, we get more of Annabeth and Grover. It feels like a real proper adventuring trio than the books where it felt like it was so Percy focused with Annabeth being the secondary main and grover being a main, but kind of sidekick character. Letting Grover and Annabeth be characters, to have scenes without Percy and changing things from the books, like having Annabeth seeing the fates cut the thread, makes more sense when you're not doing a first person books

Overall I think they changed things in a very fair and pragmatic sense. There were a lot, but there were less egergious than the movie that changed the whole plot.

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