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bulletproofbanditsorbust · 2 months

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Bulletproof Bandits, chapter 1

Feb. 7th, 2023

Characters: oc!Russell Davon, oc!Dylan Harley

Word count: 1405

Warnings: Violence and gore

Summary: Russell is chased by a gang of mutants, until he gets backed into a corner. You’ll figure out how it goes :)

A/N: Guys. It’s happening.

Very, very, very special thanks to @arnold-layne for giving me tips and examples on how to write some of the action. We basically co-wrote the thing and I’m so so grateful to have you invested in this. If it wasn’t for you, Bulletproof Bandits wouldn’t even exist!! mwah love you <33333

Rhinestone City, or Hazardville, as its inhabitants would lovingly call it, stood out along the west coast of the State of New California. Its prides were the local species of overgrown twine - which was mostly harmless, if it wasn’t for the giant venus fly traps and thorns that grew up to a finger long -; the orange glow of the sky that would turn to blood red at the late dawns and early sunsets, with purple clouds looming over the urban landscape; and the corpse-eating fireflies, about five times bigger than the ones that you would usually see in the countryside during summer. The holes in the roads, filled with perfectly still murky water, would work as mirrors for the mutants that inhabited the town, or portals to the other dimension, if you looked too closely while high on the drugs sold at the black market. Despite its flaws, Hazardville was quite the charming place.

But Russell didn’t have the time to admire the butchered beauty of his town, because he was running at breakneck speed through its streets, splashing his stolen boots in the puddles and scratching his face and hands against the twine that grew conveniently at the height of his eyes, chased by a gang of armed-to-the-teeth raiders who really wanted him dead. His red hair a flame lighting up the unusual grayness of that day in Rhinestone City.

He expected to be followed by two of them, which was manageable, although they must’ve called reinforcements, since the pairs of heavy-duty boots seemed to have multiplied. He could discern two, maybe three more people behind him. Overall, there were five of them.

Five men thirsty for blood.

Russell's blood, specifically.

"Don't let him escape!"

A bullet flew by Russell’s cheekbone.

"Get the little bastard!"

Another gunshot.

"You son of a bitch, come back here!"

Usually, if the job had a risk this high, he’d just dump the package somewhere and go on his merry way, but this one was different. This one was a mission for Robin, the Death Baroness, or the Black Widow, depending on who you were asking, and Russell didn’t need another disappointment on his record from her. Plus, she promised good money (“And maybe something else”, according to her) and Russell needed it real bad at the moment.

The gangsters were shouting and cursing at him as he cut short into an alley. While he looked behind him, Russell met the wall with the side of his face and almost fell over.

Ouch.

Russell turned around, as two other men climbed down the nearby rooftops.

Now they were seven against one.

Shit. A trap.

Russell had a gun, too, but he had exactly three bullets. He had no choice but to pull out his pocket knife.

“Oh… little kitty got scared?” snickered who seemed to be the head of the group, in between wheezes. Half of his face was covered in red blisters, his pearly eyes bulging and most of his teeth had fallen out. Jesus, the radiation didn’t spare this one. It was a miracle he could talk at all.

“Tsk. Scared? Who’s scared?” Russell grinned, as he put his armed hand in front of him. A familiar tingle and warmth coming from his chest going through the blood in his veins began to fill Russell’s body. That warmth that he so so detested but only in the aftermath, always in the aftermath.

It’s you who should be scared.

The one covered in blisters advanced. “Come on. Give us the shit and no one will get hurt.”

“What? Uh… let’s see”, Russell searched his pockets with his free hand. “I got a couple crackers, though I’d think twice before eating them, a flask – empty, sadly, didn’t get to refill it… oh, and half a pack of cigarettes! You want one?”

“You talk a lot for someone who’s about to die!” laughed the other, coming closer.

“Stay back”, said Russell, slowly.

The raider ignored him and came even closer, pointing his gun at Russell’s head. “Give us the package or we’ll take it off your dead body.”

As menacing as he sounded, Russell could barely hear him, as the blood filled his ears and his vision. The voices were back, telling him to kill and maim and murder.

“You’ve made a grave mistake” His tone was grim and emotionless.

Bang-Bang-Bang-Scream.

“What the fuck, Junkhead, he was mine!” accused the one who had the boy at gunpoint.

“You guys were taking too long!” responded one of the gang members on the side of Russell.

“Don’t you fucking dare doing that again!” Roared the other.

While the two were arguing, Russell noticed he was shot twice, one bullet in his left shoulder, and one in his stomach. He noticed he was bleeding profusely, too.

The voices in his head grew more insistent.

Russell snapped.

Russell stabbed the man that held him hostage. A scream tore the air apart. Another stab in the throat. The screaming stopped. Panic ensued among the raiders. Someone shot, bullets fell on the concrete. One got caught by Russell, who gave it back to the sender with the same velocity it came with. Right in the middle of the eyes. “Bullseye!” hissed Russell in perverted joy.

Russell charged against three other men, swinging his knife left and right. One of them with two rusty machetes tried to sway his weapons in an attempt to hit the redhead. Duck – a strand of red hair glided to the ground. The head of the raider hit it faster, though. The other two tried to run. Little did they know, they were already de- and there they went, falling face down in the dirt.

Russell turned around. The last survivor was backed up in a corner, paralyzed in fear, looking at him, trembling.

Russell slowly walked towards him, his head inclined to the side, which made tufts of red hair fall back on his eyes. A demented smile made out of crooked teeth decorated his freckled face.

"So, Junkhead…" Russell hissed, coughing up blood. "Do you want to die too, or do you want to live to tell the tale?" He pointed the blade to the other's throat.

The man slowly raised his arms without losing eye contact. His long curls and beard couldn't hide the horrifying effects that the radiations had on him. "Y-you… you monster…"

Russell pressed the blade against his neck, licking his blood-covered lips. "Answer me, you coward. And don't move."

"Please… please just let me live…" The man yelped. "I have a family!"

Russell sniffed. All of a sudden he could feel the burn of the gunshot wounds. He let out a groan, grasping his stomach.

I need to find Dylan.

The man slowly made a step back, trying to escape Russell's knife, who promptly slit his throat with one last effort. The lifeless raider fell at Russell's feet.

"You stupid bitch…" Russell spat out a blood clot on the now dead mutant's face. "I told you not to move!"

The murderous instincts were starting to fade away, substituted by a sense of heaviness. All of a sudden, everything was less clear and the colors began to dissolve.

Russell held himself up against the wall, trying to walk, but could barely stand up.

Shit.

Everything hurt. The arms, the legs, the two bullets inside his stomach and shoulder.

The boy crawled out of the alley. His mouth filled with blood.

And collapsed.

"...sell… sell…"

A familiar voice.

"Russell… Russell! Wake up! Talk to me, Russ!"

The boy who was calling his name shook him.

Russell let out a scream of pain, eyes wide open. That's when he realized it was Dylan. His long black dreads were brushing Russell's face. All he could see was the bright red of his bandanna.

"Fuck! Dude, don't touch me there, that's where they shot me!"

Dylan's green eyes lit up. "Oh thank God you're alive…"

Russell groaned.

"Where were you, dude?!" Dylan kneeled, grabbed Russell's arm and wrapped it around his own shoulders. "I was looking for you!"

"Dude… You know I love you, but I don't need a babysitter."

"I beg to differ." Dylan objected, while he got up with Russell on his back.

"Then beg!"

"You are on the verge of death! I am literally carrying you!"

"Ugh… I would've been fine anyway." Russell mumbled.

"Where were you directed?"

"Uh… To your house."

Dylan sighed. "See?! It's good I found you. At least it's not that far from here. Let's go."

#thats right i am reposting the entire thing as well #im not saying that you should read it again but i have edited it a bit since i first posted it #a.#bulletproof bandits

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cobalt-knave · 4 months

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Whump Fic Recs pt. 1 (& a brief love letter and tagging tutorial)

Ah, whump, my most beloved genre of fanfiction. What is whump? Whump refers to stories prominently featuring injury or sickness and/or the care and recovery thereof. This is most often in the hurt/comfort category or the hurt no comfort category. It is a wonderful opportunity to shake up dynamics and reveal hidden character depths in a high stress situation. What do you do when the strong one is hurt? How does that call into question your feelings towards them? How does that call into question their feelings towards themself and their role? Who will care for the one who always caretakes? It’s a great tonal shift too. Just *chef’s kiss*. Plus, you know what? It’s sometimes just fun to run your favorite characters through the plinko.

How do you tag whump and why should you? The tags on ao3 to use are”

“Whump” (not just “whumptober” or “whumptober 2022″ or other variations),

“hurt/comfort” or “hurt no comfort”

“angst”

“sickfic” if illness is the featured whump

“injury recovery” if such a thing is covered

“torture”, “car accidents”, “broken bones”, “blood and injury”, “blood and violence”, etc as relevant (start typing into the additional tags section to see what the common tag is to use.

“Character Name Whump” or “Hurt Character Name” if in a specific fandom whumping a specific character

all of the previous should be used in addition to the base whump tag.

if relevant, use the archive warning “graphic depictions of violence”

why tag? BECAUSE I WANNA READ IT AND FIND IT AND IT IS WOEFULLY UNDERTAGGED. It is also good to tag if someone wants to avoid it by excluding it from the search.

Alright. On to the recs. Multifandom including The Mechanisms, The Magnus Archives, King Falls AM, The Adventure Zone, Our Flag Means Death, The Murderbot Diaries, and Stargate SG-1. There will be more whump recs to come.

On Account Of The Jonny Doll by NammiKisulora

Fandom: The Mechanisms

Ah, NammiKisulora knows how to make these immortals hurt in such twisted and unique ways.

“Yeah. Get in, will you? I want to get going. Jonny keeps waking up. W-without skin.” “Oh Yes! That Must Be On Account Of The Jonny Doll!”

Jonny is executed, which is a normal enough occurrence. It’s only afterwards things go wrong.

We Still Have the Radio - I. and We Still Have the Radio - II. by luckjustkissedyouhello

Fandom: King Falls AM

luckjustkissedyouhello writes some damn good, damn brutal whump!

The next thing he’s aware of is water against his face, wait no, all of him, where he lays on his left side. Water that is rapidly rising. He lays there dazed. Then a groan above his head has him jerking back into the moment, fear lancing through him, stealing his breath. Ben.

In which Ben and Sammy are in a car accident.

bleeding by Athina_Blaine

Fandom: The Magnus Archives

Martin goes and gets himself stabbed. It's inconvenient.

Re-Initialization by CompletelyDifferent

Fandom: The Murderbot Diaries

This Unit: Where is my owner, Dr. Mensah?

Dr. Yuen: Well, that’s the million dollar question, isn’t it? SecUnit, where did you last physically interact with Dr. Ayda Mensah?

Information Retrieval: Dr. Ayda Mensah last interacted with This Unit on Preservation Station at 08:27:22 on 4098-09-17 CRST.

This Unit: You do not have permission to access that information.

Dr. Yuen: You’re incorrect, SecUnit. We do. Answer the question.

(When the infamous rogue SecUnit of the Preservation Alliance gets captured, the corporate techs assigned to it expected to be able to get some juicy data, or at least some insights into its cracked governor module. They didn't expect something so... basic.)

trust me by gaysidecharacter

Fandom: The Adventure Zone: Balance

Everyone gets real sick and Lup is having a time.

Not an echo even by Hopeful_Foolx

Fandom: The Magnus Archives

They stop the Unknowing. There is an explosion. And trapped under rubble and panic, Jon wakes up. So does Tim. Three prompts, one story. Starting with Day 4 - Running out of Time

Friends in Strange Places by beesandcats

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death

"Steel in your side for so long was a weird feeling, Stede decided. It had actually been around hour six that he came to the conclusion, if anyone was keeping track. It had been around hour three, when he heard the snores from the other side of the deck, that he realized he should perhaps try to be friends with the steel in his side. Obviously, they were not friends."

A missing scene from Season 1, Episode 6. Stede's been stabbed and stuck to a pole all night. He's gonna need some help when everyone wakes up for the day.

Things Stay the Same by teyla

Fandom: King Falls AM

During blizzard season, Ben and Sammy, each for their own reasons, make an unwise choice. The experience that ensues should be life changing—though is it?

In which there is a snowstorm, an accident, a soaked through jacket, and thoughts of revealing secrets.

Lifestock by NammiKisulora

Fandom: The Mechanisms

"Guys, you get what this means? It means fresh meat, every day for as long as we like." "The fuck are you talking about?" "Just sayin' we could leave his leg attached, tie him up, and bring him along. Carve off what we like at mealtimes instead. We dunno how long we've got to lie low for."

Tim is held captive for food after a battle.

Between A Rock And A Hard Place by Sam Walker

Fandom: Stargate SG-1

To save Daniel’s life, Jack has to do that hardest of all things: talk.

This fic is written from Jack's perspective. Daniel is involved in an accident off-world and the only thing Jack can do to help is talk to Daniel while everyone else works. I love this fic for the interaction between Jack and Daniel, and for the insights into Jack's motivations. Despite being mostly Jack and Daniel, you get a sense of camaraderie about SG1 and you can see just how much Jack cares about his team.

And if you read any of these, be sure to leave kind comments for the authors!

#fic rec #fic recs #the mechanisms #tma #kfam #stargate sg1 #ofmd #taz balance #murderbot #whump

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theresattrpgforthat · 2 years

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could you reccommend any ttrpgs that have body horror as a major theme ?

THEME: Body Horror

The following recommendations are a few TTRPGs that are full of gut-churning inspiration for any body-horror fan! The covers of these games suggest at the horror within, but for the most part it's the games themselves that contain trigger warnings.

Bloom, by Litza Bronwyn.

BLOOM is a solo gm-less journaling game in which you play a teenage girl trapped in quarantine at a boarding school on an island infected by the Tox, a plague that makes the trees and animals grow huge and hungry, and mutates your body in strange and horrific ways. In it, you will draw cards and write journal entries based on specific prompts in order to craft a story of survival and love.

This game is based on The Wretched by Chris Bissette. BLOOM is directly inspired by the novel Wilder Girls by Rory Power, a New York Times bestseller, and contains spoilers for the book.

Solo games can add a layer to horror because your character is experiencing the Tox by herself; she has nobody to help her. This is also a good option for stories that you might want to tell regardless of whether or not you have a group to share them with. If you have an aptitude for journaling and want to stretch your creative muscles, this might be worth checking out. If you want to check out another solo game of feminine body horror that will send chills up your spine, check out Horse Girl, by BabblegumSam.

Candy Teeth, by World Champ Games Co.

I've worked my whole life to make something worth a damn. To feel something. To make you feel something. To change the world with my art. Until they took my art from me. Now, I only want one thing. I'll make you feel something: Pain.

Candy Teeth is a storytelling game of creativity, power, and violence for 3 players inspired by Brand New Cherry Flavour. Using the included cards and rules, players take turns creating scenes exploring the dynamics between three roles: The Tooth, The Rot, and the Sweetness.

The three of you are working to exact violence and revenge, not just against others, but against yourselves. There’s disturbing images within the game, so it comes with a Parental warning all it’s own, but if you like stories about magic and art interwoven with horror, and you have a play group of exactly three people, this might be the game for you. The creator of this game has also released a game called Necronautilus, which is about agents of Death exploring the universe as clouds of noxious gas. Mother Needs Flesh, by JoPa.

MOTHER roams the galaxy searching for ways to satisfy her hunger. You, her Scions, operate to fulfill her needs. Most of the time, you’ll infiltrate spaceships and moon stations, seeking to end all life aboard so MOTHER can feed on the flesh of your victims. Other times, you’ll forge alliances with pirates and planets to keep MOTHER safe. At dire times, you’ll help MOTHER fight off spacecraft seeking to destroy her. No matter what you do, you do it for MOTHER.

MOTHER NEEDS FLESH is a minimalist tabletop rpg for up to four players and one Game Master. All you need is four, six, eight, ten and twelve-sided dice plus pen and paper to play. This game is based off of the Breathless System, by Fari Rpgs.

This is great for players who want to stretch their tentacles in the cold vacuum of space. This time you are the eldritch horrors, and you have an alien matron to serve. Breathless depends on resources that slowly diminish, so it really puts you on the clock.

Phever, by o.hybridity.

The world as you’ve lived in it is designed to get as much out of you as it can before you reach that tipping point, then lock you down and put you away before you become a monster.

Wouldn’t you know it: you’re changing.

A Near-Future Body Horror Adventure In a Paranoid World, built on the armature of Jared Sinclair's What's So Cool About Outer Space?

Evade the cops. Trust no one. Find your place in the world as the strange new being you're destined to become.

The other title for this game is What’s so Bad about Spontaneous Teratomorphism? The What’s So Cool about Outer Space game system has quick character generation and relies on 2d6 for pretty much all of your rolls. You can add +1 for advantages, and subtract -1 for disadvantages. If you roll an 8 or higher, you succeed. It’s that easy! Your characters all have physical oddities, something that’s unnerving to characters that aren’t phenotypically volatile. You’re playing people in a harsh world that fears them, full of mutations that are blossoming inside them as you play. The game comes with example PheVers, to give you NPCs or inspiration for your own characters, as well as Axioms for the GM and rumours that serve as excellent plot hooks.

Here for You, by William.

It's a normal day, as normal as anything ever is these days. A notification lights up your screen....

Here For You is a 2-person body horror RPG played with the Major Arcana of a tarot deck. This game takes place in real-time over instant messenger (like text message or Discord) with a standard play session lasting 1 to 1.5 hours.

Play as The Corrupted, a person undergoing terrible changes to their very being, and The Witness, someone they reach out to, scrambling to understand and stop this transformation before it finishes. These two people may be best friends or barely acquaintances but nonetheless are now embroiled in a race against time - and the inevitable.

Here For You is about a sudden and unexpected change and how to cope with it. It's also a game about trying desperately to save someone even if you can't succeed. The game is ultimately about relationships, and what they mean to us as people.

This is a quieter, more intimate game, which would work well if you find it hard to find a large number of people who appreciate the same genre as you, or if you want to have a small, private experience. It also works well for folks who can’t play in person, but would like the experience of a real-time roleplaying experience.

Heart: The City Beneath, by Rowan, Rook and Decard.

Heart: The City Beneath is a tabletop roleplaying game about delving into a nightmare undercity that will give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of – or kill you in the process.

It is a dungeon-crawling, story-forward tabletop RPG from the designers of Spire that focuses on what characters have to lose in pursuit of their dreams in the chaotic darkness beneath the world.

This will give you cannibals, mad trees, forbidden gods, curses, underground pubs and more. Things with too many eyes and too many arms are all too common in the the undercity. Your characters will be strange and eclectic with backstories tied to the weirdness of the world around you. It uses the same mechanics as Spire - the Resistance System.

MÖRK BORG, by Free League Publishing.

MÖRK BORG is a pitch-black apocalyptic fantasy RPG about lost souls and fools seeking redemption, forgiveness or the last remaining riches in a bleak and dying world. Who are you? The tomb-robber with silver glittering between cracked fingernails? The mystic who would bend the world’s heart away from it’s inevitable end? Confront power-draining necromancers, skulking skeletal warriors and backstabbing wickheads. Wander the Valley of the Unfortunate Undead, the catacombs beneath the Bergen Chrypt or the bedevilled Sarkash forest. But leave hope behind – the world’s cruel fate is sealed, and all your vain heroic efforts are destined to end in death and dismay. Or are they?

If you’re interested in fantasy along with your body horror, this is probably the game for you. It’s gritty and dark and slimy, and much of the third party content that you can find for the game reflects its theme. The mechanics for this game are fast and cruel, which adds to the general feeling of horror. MÖRK BORG has been highly lauded and hacked a number of times, including a hack called ORC BORG, by Grant Howitt.

#indie ttrpgs #game recommendations #tabletop games #dnd #asks #body horror #horror #Heart #mork borg

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ashley-jones · 2 years

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Power is Power

Aemond Targaryen x Lannister/Tyrell OC

OC Name: Amelia Lannister/Tyrell

Aemond is betrothed to the daughter of Jason and Johanne Lannister, Amelia Lannister.

Warnings: Cursing, fighting, sword training, parental abuse, parental manipulation to their child, age gap (Amelia - 17 / Aemond - 22), daggers, blood, death,

Sitting in the carriage, blue eyes sitting on the window watching as the Red Keep slowly came into view, guards hiding green flags with the Targaryen sigil, the horses of the Lannister kingdom drumming across dusted ground. The hound riding by the carriage, soon blocking the princess' view of the green, the royal family that now live in Kingslanding.

The door opened, hound introducing her parents first, Jason and Johanne Lannister, then soon her name was said as she stepped out of the carriage, hound helping her with a gentle hand of metal. She stepped out in a glorious gown of blue, her cleavage in view, red hair curled and positioned to a glorious up do ponytail, beautiful blue eyes shimmering.

Her gaze searched the dulled area, her parents speaking with Otto Hightower and his daughter Alicent Hightower. Her fingers holding onto the back of her gown, her hound standing right beside her, keeping her calm of anxiety and panic.

In her home, the sun shines brightly on her and her family, on the people that live amongst them. Wine is served in verious of grapes and flavors that left a sweetness to her tongue. Once they arrive they are always introduced with kindness, and power dripping at her feet. She had her personal maids that she called friends at her side at all times, telling her the gossips of the hall.

But here at Kingslanding she felt entrapped, as though the air had been sucked from her lungs. There was no sunlight, no proper introductions, no wine given to her, no friends grabbing her hands using her to the libraries or to the courtyard to dance and be free of duty. No instead there was the dull sky of smoke, as though a dragon had flown across and blew their fire through the air to rid of the sun. She was a lion, trapped by dragons, and all she could rely on was her knowledge and the hound by her side.

"Come, you've had quite a long journey, I'm sure you're in need of a meal and rest." Alicent softly spoke. Her parents followed first, not even looking back at their daughter, instead she was led by the hound, who held out his arm for her, to which she took with a soft smile.

They where led through the halls, the religious crypts making her skin crawl and physically uncomfortable. She was never introduced to the religion of the seven, so to see the seven pointed star had her questioning it to the hound that stood a few feet above her in height. "it is a religion you have no need of introducing yourself to princess." his deep voice answered. "I'm afraid I may not have much of a choice in the matter.." she whispered.

They where led to a dinning room, her eyes moving around the dark room that was lit by candles. "We hope everything will be to your satisfaction my lord, my lady." Otto Hightower spoke towards her parents. "We have a spot set specifically for your daughter beside my son, we believe it best for them to get to know one another for this arrangement." Alicent softly spoke.

The hound waited for the second princes to be led to his seat, before taking her over, a hand sitting on her back in a gentle reassurance. He sent one look at a male that went to pull her chair out, making the male bow and quickly move away, the hound instead assessing his princess' chair. She didn't sit yet, instead awaiting her parents to sit.

She's been taught very differently than the others, because they say before Alicent and Otto could do so. But she stayed standing, eyes lowered until she heard her parents sit, which she did as well, the hound pushing her chair in gently and elegantly, then stepping back 3 paces and standing behind her.

Alicent announced prayer before eating, which had Amelia bowing her head, but her blue eyes stayed open. She could see Aemond, her betrothed's hands clasped agaisnt the table, head bowed and eyes closed, along with the other, except her parents who where actually doing the same thing as she was.

Once she finished, Amelia lifted her head, looking up at a maid who filled her cup with wine, a kind smile appearing on her beautiful features. The maid seemed surprised by the kindness she was given, a blush appearing on her cheeks, head bowing and moving away. Amelia reached forward lifting the cup with a gentle grasp bringing it to her lips.

"You're rather quiet princess." Alicent spoke up looking towards the young girl. Amelia set the cup down only taking a small sip. "My apologies your grace, I've never been good with the work of words." she softly replied. Her voice was angelic, kind, like music that hit the walls of the darkened palace, brightening it just a bit.

Alicent couldn't help but give a real smile, looking at the young girl. "That is quite alright my dear. You're very young, their is always time to learn." she softly spoke.

Young.

Sometimes she forgets she still only 17 years old, a girl, not yet considered a woman, but old enough to be sold away to a lord and bred for the sake of power. But not yet considered a woman by those around her.

"I hope so your grace." she softly replied. "Where is the king your grace?" her father suddenly questioned. The mention of the king, Aegon the second of his name, made her extremely uncomfortable. His desires of young woman amongst servants and maids, even those of noble and royalty name did not go unnoticed in her home. The maids and young woman of her kingdom always speaking of his assaults, and the numerous bastards that live outside of the castle.

Her teeth cut into her cheek, stopping her from showing any sign of anxiety. Something her guard seemed to notice right away because he stepped forward one pace, which she took notice alerted the prince beside her, because his one eyes shifted back towards the hound, eyeing him closely.

"Amelia lift your gaze and straighten, it's rude to slouch." her mother softly spoke. Slouch? She wasn't slouching.. If anything her back was uncomfortably straight due to the corset that hugged and suffocated her. She lifted her head, trying to fix her posture the way her mother told her to do, ponytail falling over her shoulder as she straighted completely, blue eyes sitting ahead, hand now pressed into her lap. She would love to eat because the food in front of her looked delicious, but she felt as though she get sick with the horrible feeling etching up her stomach.

Alicent seemed confused looking towards the queen of House Lannister. "I believe she's perfectly fine, I'm sure after such a long journey she's very tired. We should let her retire to her chambers for the night." she softly spoke. With this the hound moved forward but Amelia quickly moved her hand making him stop. "That would be rude of my your grace, I do apologize for my posture. I have never left the halls of my home before, so coming to a new palace is a bit restraining on me." she softly spoke.

Aemond turned his head towards her, noticing the kindness in her eyes when she spoke to his mother, the kind tone towards the woman. He took notice that her hand was still in place instructing the guard behind her, with one motion he stepped back, hand fingers lacing together in her lap.

"You've never left the halls of house Lannister?" Alicent softly questioned. "No my queen, I am the prime of my house, the youngest of my sister's so my lord father and lady mother have taken the structuring of protecting me within the halls. I feel honored to have Kingslanding be my first visitation, and for such a lovely occasion of marriage as well." she softly spoke.

Her words sounded so rehearsed, her parents watching her more closely than they should. Even Alicent seemed to pick up on it, seeing the anxiety inside of her eyes, knowing that feeling more than anything. The manipulation and pressure the princess is under, is something she understands, as she grew up dealing with the same from her father.

Alicent now felt protective, wanting to get the girl out of her parents vision as quick as possible. Her gaze moved to her son, then back towards the girl. "Do you like reading Amelia?" Alicent questioned. Amelia seemed to brighten when she said her name instead of 'princess' a smile appearing on her features, a real smile that brightened her ocean blue eyes. "Very much so your grace." she softly but quickly replied. "As does Aemond, I believe you two should go to the library, speak with one another while sharing an interest as well, away from eyes of adulting." Alicent softly spoke.

Aemond was on his feet before she could even react, his hand held out for her. She looked up at him, then slowly taking his hand and standing to her full height, which was still shorter than he was. He began leading her out of the dinning chambers, her hound following behind. "Leave them hound, they're to married in two moons." Jason Lannister ordered.

Amelia turned her head as she walked with Aemond, watching her guard stop dark brown eyes watching her disappear within the darkness of the red keep with the one eyed prince.

Lance Snow, the bastard uncle of Amelia Lannister and many others, was sworn to her when she was born. He sees the worst and the best in her. Over the last 17 years he's learned her tactics, knowing when she's biting her cheeks to calm her anxiety, or certain tics that shows she's uncomfortable or upset. Or when she gets angry and the true lioness within her shows. Or the fear that resides in her eyes at all times, especially when her parents are around her.

"Do you not trust my grandson guard?" Otto Hightower questioned. "Of course not my lord." Lance coldly replied. He didn't trust the prince, he didn't trust anyone within these walls. He only wished to protect his niece, to remove her from this vile place, and take her back home to the sunlight and courtyard where she can pick and hold the beautiful red and blue roses.

Aemond held the library door open allowing the princess to enter first, with a bow of her head a kind smile. Her heels clicked on the stone floors, her eyes moving over the walls of hundreds to thousands of books. Her fingers unclasped from her front walking closer to the shelves looking over the different book titles. Some where even worded in High Valryian, a beautiful language used for the glorious beasts of house Targaryen.

"Brother! What a surprise to see you wondering the shelves.. My my is this the lucky bride I've heard so much about?" a voice spoke up near Aemila's right, which made her jump because she hadn't seen anyone there when walking over. She stepped back a bit, immediately realizing who it was, head bowing in respect. "My king." she softly spoke.

Aegon smirked walking towards her holding a cup of wine, other hand grasping the girls chin lifting her up, forcing her to look up at him. "Quite a pretty little thing aren't you, so small as well." he whispered. Usually a compliment like this would send her into embarrassment, but instead it made her scared and weak. "T-thank you your grace." she whispered.

"Too bad you're marrying such a horrid man, to stand by a one eyed man.. Such a waste for a pretty girl." Aegon mocked. She didn't know where the next words came from, but when they came out she was ready to accept her death. "I believe the prince Aemond would be an amazing husband, scars show power and control, and within my home power and control makes you superior to those around you." her voice was like silk, sweetness running off her tongue like a waterfall.

Aegon was surprised by her reply, quickly removing his hand from her chin. Her blue eyes searching his, then she smiled bowing her head once more. "Marrying the prince is a great honour amongst my house my king." she softly spoke. Their was that lioness, the power that sits around her no matter who she stands with. The power that sits on her tongue is something no man could ever stand against, and this shows when Aegon huffs in defeat and uninterested, turning his head, and walking away muttering about something, she was no interested in knowing about.

No matter how shy or fearful she is, she is a Lannister, one of the most powerful families along side the Targaryen's. She has fangs as sharp as the daggers held by the strongest of warriors, claws ready to slice through anyone's skin that dares to cross her. A tongue of power and manipulation tried by her own mother, a Lannister. And as a woman she had not only the power of her tongue, but the power that sits between her legs, something Men would kneel to get a hold of.

"What is it like to ride a dragon if you do not mind me asking my lord?" she softly questioned Aemond. He chuckled making his way towards the fire place, sitting down. "You go from a timid girl at a dinner table, to insulting my brothers then to a curious cat of riding dragons. I believe our marriage will be quite confusing if this keeps up." he teased. It was the first time she's heard his voice, it was soothing, calming, and deep.

"I am not being haunted by my parents gazes my lord." she softly replied. He made a motion with his hand, telling her to come close to which she obeyed walking closer to him, til she stood by his side. But that didn't seem to be what he wanted before grabbed her arm, pulling her until she hit his lap. A gasp left her, as he manhandled her into the position he wanted. She now sat on top of him, legs on either side of his thighs, sitting her directly over him.

"M-my prince.." she whispered. He pushed her dress up, but not enough to cause any discomfort, more so he could sit her properly over top of him. "Pick one place you would choose to visit." he ordered. She looked at him in confusion then looked around her thinking of any answer. "Highgarden my lord.. I wish to walk the beautiful gardens of House Tyrell, to hold a a strongly grown golden rose, taste the freshly made wines, to bliss I'm the sunlight that pours over the gardens, and to speak with the maidens that sit amongst the halls." she softly answered.

"You have the eyes of a Tyrell my lady." he rasped. She quickly looked at him, blue eyes sitting on him with surprise. "You have the mind the agility of a Lannister, but the kindness and eyes of a Tyrell. Hidden away all her life, taught the ability of being a queen not just a princess, but yet marrying a second son." he pushed.

"My uncle, the hound is a bastard, a man of Tyrel blood. My father.. Jason Lannister was unable to perform on my mother, so he and my uncle both took my mother.. It is believed that my guard is my true father, but no one will ever truly know because I gesture the Lannister's far too much. It is far different from half my sister's who wound up as bastards, for mine was meant to happen, to give birth to a proper queen.. As for the marriage between you and I my lord, it was a peace treaty between our families for the war against the blacks." she explained.

"If you wish to refer to me as bastard my lord, you are more than welcome to do so.. There isn't an insult you can throw at me that I have not yet heard at least once in my 17 years of life." she whispered. His arm went around her waist pulling her closer, pressing her into him. Their bodies fit perfectly together, her small frame sitting agaisnt his in the most perfect of ways. "If you wish to go to Highgarden, then I will take you to Highgarden my dear wife." he rasped. "And if I hear of anyone insulting you once more, I will cut their heads from their shoulders and have it sit on the wall." he threatened.

She smiled as she looked down at him, blue eyes searching his violet one. "As long as you are by my side my lord, then I shall travel to the ends of the earth." she whispered. He hummed, positioning his hand on her waist beginning to move her hips back and forth against him, a smirk growing watching as her loving expression disappeared to one of pleasure. "Grind on your husband." he ordered. And she obeyed, head leaning forward pressing into his shoulder, moving her hips agaisnt his, listening to his deep grunts of pleasure.

By the next morning Aemond had taken Amelia on a ride with Vaghar. She was curious about dragons, so when she got close to the largest dragon known in the world, she was in pure amazement, almost like a child. She giggled during the whole ride, smile bright and brighter info the sky. Even Vaghar seemed to enjoy the life she brought to her rider, and to the day.

After her ride with Vaghar she spent the rest of the morning with Haleana and her children. She sat on her knees listening as the children babbled on about their dragon figures. She never once questioned Haleana's mutters, having read about dragon dreamers once. Instead she found her words enchanting, listening to each one with a smile, that Haleana always returned when she realized the other wasn't confused, but instead listening and caring.

"That girl dresses like a harlot." Otto Hightower muttered within the court. Alicent, Aegon, and Aemond each sat around the table. "The fact that you chose someone like her, a possible bastard!" Otto spoke directly towards Alicent. "She's one of the kindest princess known to all houses, a girl for to rule if something where to happen to Aegon. Instead her mother dresses no different than she does, in fact worse. She's just a child, a scared child. She is what Kingslanding needs, a girl pure of heart, kindness and love that will travel amongst the people and keep the peace within Kingslanding during this war." Alicent defended the girl.

"She's a bastard." Otto growled. "I'd watch your tongue grandfather, that is my future wife you are speaking of." Aemond finally spoke up. Otto seemed surprised looking at his grandson, then huffing. "We need the Lannister's by our side, they're one of the most powerful families right now, we need them to bend the knee to Aegon." Alicent whispered.

Amelia listened to her mother complain of Alicent and the servants. Her porcelain blue eyes watching her every movement, head cocking showing that she was listening to every word. But then her mother stopped, looking towards her daughter in disgust. "You smell of one of those beasts." she growled. Amelia's body straightened instantly, eyes widening in fear. "I-Im sorry?" she questioned. "That boy.. He took you on one of those.. those things!" her mother yelled.

A scream escaped the girl as her mother's hand connected her cheek, nearly throwing her from the bed. Her hand reached up slowly touching the blood red hand print, needles pricking into her skin as the pain spread.

Aemond's head quickly turned hearing the high-pitched screech, Alicent seeming to have perked up as well. Aemond was on his feet before anyone could question, and out the door, his mother not far behind.

"Y-you struck me.." Amelia whispered. Her blue eyes lifted towards the woman that moved her hand to her stomach realizing what she had done. Her mother tensed when the door was opened quickly, slamming into the wall. Aemond walked straight for his fiance, lifting her face by her chin looking at the bright red marking on her cheek.

Then with only a few moments his dagger was removed, then everything was blurred. Blood splattered across the floor, bed, and walls. Her mother hadn't even been given time to react before the princes dragged sliced through her throat, body hitting the floor. "Oh my God.." Alicent gasped covering her mouth.

Amelia sat on the bed, eyes wide looking at her mother as she lay on the floor, blood pouring from the wound. But soon she lifted her gaze looking up at Aemond, staring at him, watching him as he cleaned his dagger with a cloth.

Aemond looked back at her, expecting her to be scared, for her to move away from him. But instead he was met with innocent blue eyes, that stared up at him like he was the only thing in her world. He twirled his dagger placing it back at his side, ordering to have the woman placed on the wall as punishment for touching what was his.

"Come." he ordered. She obeyed taking his hand following him out of the room. Alicent watching the two then looking back at he blood puddle. "Tell Jason Lannister of his wife and what she had done to deserve her punishment." she ordered Cristian Cole.

"Didn't you wish for me to be queen father? Why have me marry a second son, the Kinslayer?" Amelia questioned her father. "You will be queen." he coldly replied while looking up at his wife's body that hung on the wall. "And how do you expect me to be such, when Aegon sits on the throne with a wife." she questioned. "You're a Lannister and a Tyrell, there isn't anything a man wouldn't do to please you. That boy is of no excuse. He's already murdered for you, your own mother, for striking you. He will make you queen, with the right kind of persuasion." he coldly spoke.

He turned and walked away without another word, her gaze following him then lifting towards her mother's body. 'He wishes for me to ask Aemond to kill his own brother?' she mentally questioned.

She watched her father, then quickly turned and walked towards the training grounds where she could hear swords clashing agaisnt one another. Aemond could be seen in the middle of a crowd, with Ser Criston Cole, his white hair and eyepatch making it even more noticeable that it was him.

"This is not a place for a princess my lady." Criston spoke while watching Aemond. "My apologies, I guess my curiosity got the best of me." Amelia softly replied. "Then move to the front my curious betrothed." Aemond replied moving his one eye towards her. The crowd spread for her, allowing her to step forward to stand at the front, arms clasping behind her watching him.

Her dress would be considered a sin within the Targaryen name, especially within the walls of Hightower. But she was no part of their house, she was Tyrell, a Lannister, a girl grown up learning that the more skin she showed, the more power she gained. So she didn't care about the eyes on her, because she wasn't watching them, she was watching her prince.

Her red hair was curled perfectly, flowing down her back which was fully bared, the back of the dress beginning at her waist, and tightly fitted down the rest of her body. But she was wearing green, showing her respect to the Hightowers, instead of the beautiful blue or gold that would usually sit on her body during any other occasion.

She watched at their swords clashed together, the hound walking up behind her watching the scene closely. He then leaned down whispering to his princess, to which she never looked away from Aemond but listened to his words. "Your grandmother in Highgarden wishes your presence before the wedding ceremony in two moons." he softly spoke. "How exciting." Amelia replied with a beautiful smile appearing on her features.

The duel ended with Aemond's sword put to Criston's throat. The crowd clapped in honour of their prince, while Amelia smiled watching him lower his sword, and make his way towards her. "Well done my prince." she softly spoke. "It seems my presence has been called to Highgarden my prince, my great grandmother wishes my presence." she softly spoke. She began walking with towards the courtyard, her uncle walking behind them. "Then I will take you on dragon back, Vaghar quite enjoyed your company." he informed.

The idea of arriving on dragonback made her smile, hooking her arm around his, and clasping her hands together. Her sapphire ocean blue eyes looking up at him then ahead of her as they entered the halls of the red keep.

Aemond had led her back to her chambers, allowing her to gather her things while he went to inform his mother.

Jason Lannister was quick to shut the idea of his daughter traveling to Highgarden on dragon back. "My daughter will travel back on carriage, I will not have her life endangered on one of those beasts, especially this boys. For all I know it may lose control again." he spat.

Amelia entered the court, a beautiful baby blue cloak wrapped around her, fur could be seen on the hood and along the cuffs of the sleeves. A laced blue dress that gave a full view of her cleavage, a rose necklace atoning her throat, a golden belt wrapped around her waist representing her house. "Have her placed in the carriage hound." Jason ordered. "But I thought-" Amelia spoke up. But one harsh glance from her father, had her straightening, blue eyes losing their color immediately. She turned and walked out without another word, Lance following behind her.

"I'd watch your tongue, you may end up by your wife's side." Aemond growled dangerously. "I'd be a fool to just hand my daughter off to you willingly boy. She's fit to be a queen not a second princes whore. And by the end of this you'll realize you can't give her what she wants, and she'll leave you to the dust of your castle, living in your shame Kinslayer." Jason growled. He moved away and followed after his daughter leaving Aemond to stand with his mother, a dangerous light in his eyes.

"Must you be so harsh father?" Amelia whispered looking up at the man. "I am giving this kingdom my men, my homes safety, and my daughter. Least they can handle is my harshness." he coldly replied. "Do you feel nothing for mother?" she suddenly asked her father. "Do you?" he rasped. "No. She was cruel and rash towards me and my siblings." she answered. "Then why question my feelings towards her when you yourself don't give a damn." he muttered, entering the carriage first.

The sounds a loud roar, then a huge shadow of a dragons body took the sunlight from her body. Her head lifted looking as the monstrous Vaghar flew over the kingdom. She pouted wishing to be otop with her rider, but instead she was forced to travel by carriage, which will take longer to get to Highgarden.

She entered the carriage, sitting down across her father, head turning to the window as the door shut, and the horses began their travel. She sank into her seat ready to indulge the long journey.

#aemond targaryen #game of thrones #aegon targaryen #aemond targaryen x oc #alicent hightower #house of dragons #deamon targaryen #aemond one eye #house of the dragon #otto hightower #house lannister #house tyrell

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coffeedrgn87 · 2 years

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Written for the @drarrymicrofic prompt 'Trust Me', but I'm gifting these 700 words of Draco being an absolute menace to @phd-mama, who had to do the grocery shopping today. Bestie, these words just needed to be written, though the idea to combine it with a microfic prompt didn't strike until this evening. Hope you enjoy!

“Oh, bloody hell, Malfoy! For once in your life, Draco, would you please just trust me?”

Harry’s exasperation is palpable. It hangs in the room like thick smog, clings to every surface, holding on for dear life, saying, ‘I won’t be moved.’

Draco eyes the thing he calls (‘affectionately’ he says, but Harry doesn’t believe that lie) ‘Potter’s death trap’ with disdain but after a minute, he finally relents with a long-suffering sigh.

“Give that thing here then,” he says, pushing a pillow from his lap.

Harry gently places his laptop on Draco’s thighs, the internet browser already open to show Tesco’s online shopping page. Since Draco won’t let him leave the house to do the weekly shopping, this is their last resort.

“It’s straightforward. You just search for whatever you want here” — Harry pauses to demonstrate — “and it brings up several different results with pictures. The more specific your search term, the better. But if you want to browse different products and compare, you can just type, say ‘cheese’.”

Draco frowns at that, and Harry holds up his hand. He already knows what Draco wants to say — Potter, we’re not buying our cheese from a chain supermarket, neither now nor ever.

“It was an example, don’t get your ponytail in a twist.”

Draco glares at him but doesn’t say anything, and Harry continues to explain to Draco how to shop online at Tesco, taking his time and allowing Draco to try each step for himself before moving on to the next. Once they’ve gone through it all, Harry pauses, tilts his head to the side and smiles softly.

“Any questions?”

Draco shakes his head.

“No, I think I got it,” he says, painted fingernails—lilac this week—idly tapping on the edge of Harry’s laptop.

“You sure? Honestly, sweetheart, I can just run to the shops and get what we need. I’ll be back in less than an hour, I promise.”

Draco doesn’t deign to answer him. Instead, he glowers again, eyes quite pointedly travelling to his leg, which is elevated and in a cast for the next fortnight, while a strict regimen of Skele-Gro fixes the damage that blasted Reductor Curse caused.

“OK, pretend I didn’t say anything. You just pick what you want us to order and let me know when you’re done; I’ll sort the payment and arrange the delivery.”

Draco’s glower turns into a smile. Harry wants to roll his eyes but decides to save it for later when Draco isn’t watching. For the moment, Harry chooses just to grin and bear it. That seems to be the best way to go.

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Approximately three hours later (Harry has given up asking Draco whether he’d finished shopping yet about an hour and a half ago), Draco finally calls him over to the sofa and hands him the laptop.

When Harry sees the total amount due, he lets out a very undignified sound, one he can’t quite describe, though it sounds screechy to his ears.

“What in Godric’s name? Draco! 527 pounds?! That’s more than four times how much we spend on shopping every week!”

Harry quite sensibly swallows the next question—an inquiry about Draco’s sanity—and continues to stare at his computer screen, blinking hard. He half-expects the total amount to change, but no avail. Five hundred twenty-seven pounds it is. Harry swallows a groan and turns his head to look at Draco.

“Sweetheart, are you sure?”

The question sounds pathetic to his ears.

Draco simply folds his arms over his chest.

“They had a lot of interesting things,” he says defensively.

Harry rubs his palm over his lips and quietly shakes his head. He doesn’t quite dare to look at the virtual shopping cart for fear of what he might find. A soft sigh escapes him, and instead of pushing the matter any further, he simply leans across and presses a gentle kiss on Draco’s cheek.

“If you’re sure?” He tries one last time.

“Potter,” in that warning tone, is all he gets in response.

Raising his hands in mock surrender, Harry simply nods, though he sends a quick thank you to Merlin and Morgana that the contents of his and Draco’s Gringotts accounts allow such frivolous spending.

#draco x harry #draco and harry #draco/harry #draco malfoy x harry potter #draco malfoy and harry potter #draco malfoy/harry potter #harry x draco #harry and draco #harry/draco #harry potter x draco malfoy #harry potter and draco malfoy #harry potter/draco malfoy #coffeedragon writes #gift for my bestie #drarrymicrofic #drabble #for phdmama who is the best

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elvisabutler · 1 year

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Politely asking for the director’s cut of Happy We’ll Be Beyond the Sea - what struck you to use a selkie instead of another more popular supernatural being, like a vampire or werewolf? Was there a specific piece of selkie myth or media that inspired you, or did a picture of Elvis spark the idea? And really any commentary you’d want to give, the whole fic was just really well put together and you could tell the research was there.

director's commentary post.

so. full disclosure the main reason i didn't do vampire or werewolf is that vampire elvis was supposed to be done at the end of october ( which...we see how that shook out ) and someone else in the fandom was supposed to be doing werewolf elvis. and i didn't want to step on any toes so i decided i was going to do a different creature au. and then i remembered that this god i think it was an interview about his death or his last days maybe? or something- i don't remember the exact thing but it basically had this weird running theme of hawaiʻi being almost a special place for elvis.

add in the fact that my theme with the vampire elvis fic (shout out to battie for the headcanons that inspired it always) really revolved around the international being a trap/prison then i thought about selkies and how if you take their skin you've trapped them. and we all know if given the opportunity that there's a definite possibility that the colonel would have done it. then i was searching for "wet elvis" and came across the pictures that i used in the moodboard. though i think i had before but didn't make a connection. the pic above though that was new from this search. but i really just mashed every selkie bit and bob i knew into one sort of melting pot and was like elvis is a selkie and everyone can fight me. and like- full disclosure, much like everyone else pink scarf did something to my brain and that's- part of where the scarf thing came from? like i always wanted to have them match jumpsuit to dress. but the scarf was sort of an addition i didn't plan on originally and one i still enjoy to be perfectly honest.

you have no idea how flattering it is to hear someone compliment it as much as you are, because i truly thought no one would enjoy it and as @blurredcolour will tell you i just enjoyed getting to call elvis a himbo because bless him in this fic he really is. it was also my longest one shot so realizing i hit 10k with it mildly startled me at the time. add that with the fact that truthfully? selkie aus and soulmate au's are honestly the aus that really i will read in any fandom. i love them to absolute pieces so to have brought selkie to this one and people like it as much as y'all do? never in my wildest dreams would i think that'd happen.

as for a tiny bit of extra commentary? so i'm really having to think about what i'm doing with the sequel because it's gonna be something simple and tiny, i think? that is the idea. but in- light of things- like a few other fics i'm having to debate if i'm reworking certain elements. but i've got something stewing tbh.

#ask games #director's commentary #ally answers asks

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rigelmejo · 2 years

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A drama rec list (with some special mentions for beginner learners*):

Guardian (my favorite, if you like Torchwood or Xmen this will be your kinda thing, search for it as it's on bilibili right now instead of youtube, language is case fic/supernatural geared, which I found useful later, also i just love this show to pieces)

Detective L (good for learners, a very Sherlock style setup and cases are relatively simple, fairly straightforward language for case shows)

My Roommate is a Detective/Checkmate (if you liked Detective L, this is another sherlock like case setup, with somewhat more complex plot but fairly genre specific words so if you tend to watch/read this stuff you'll adjust well)

History 3 Trapped (gay, cop/mafia, also technically about solving a murder case so the combo of case genre words and slice of life romance make this approachable and fun if you like action in your romance)

Bromance (Baron Chen stars, gender fun, also slice of life romance meets mafia boss with kickass civilian getting involved with mafia boss trying to turn his company legit Baron Chen, mostly slice of life language which makes it an easier watch but also some fun action fights for people like me who like that)

Love is More Than A Word/Till Death Tear Us Apart (two connected dramas, find them on dramacool or elsewhere uncensored. Good for learners who like explicit queer marriage in their period dramas, republican era spy/business boss enemies to lovers With Happy ending in their dramas, and these shows are hard dual subtitled which is nice for learners I think, a fairly basic short plot in both shows which makes the period historical of limtaw and republican era tdtua genre words easier to figure out)

Granting You A Dreamlike Life (a hot mess of a show, GREAT for learners I learned to watch Chinese shows just steamrolling through 15 episodes of this with only chinese subs. Features zhu yilong, a lot of romance cute and angst galore, some gangster action to appease people like me ToT, and a just ridiculous soap opera style plot to keep you going. Also it's particular story style makes it easy enough to follow even if you're mainly relying on actions and visuals. It's not 'good' let's say, but if you do happen to like it, it's a great easier drama to learn from)

The Lost Tomb (the yang yang one. Very short, great intro cdrama. It's got the cheapest cgi/visuals of all daomubiji dramas so if you can handle this then quality only goes up by gratuitous proportions until you get to Tomb of The Sea, Reboot, and Ultimate Note which look movie level budget. It's fairly straightforward Indiana jones/the mummy/typical Tomb raider story plot, some easy genre related words could get picked up here, also often available with dual subtitles)

Love and Redemption (I know, you're wondering why I put this beautiful 59 episode show I adore on the learner recommendations. A big reason, is that LaR decides to often just call characters by given name. So Chu Xuanji is often just "Xuanji" when being talked to or talked about, often a character only has one name. For a xianxia, this very simple naming scheme means it's easier to learn all the character names and clans asap. It also reminded me a bit of English when I watched, just compared to shows like The Untamed which tend to use family and given name usually "Wei Wuxian" along with alternate names "Wei Ying" and nicknames "Yiling Laozi/A Xian" for many characters. So I feel if you're a learner going into xianxia, Love and Redemption is going to stick pretty straightforward in at least learning names and clans. Then also it's one of my favorite xianxia ever so the story is satisfying. Alternative "easier" starter xianxia: Eternal Love Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms - it's not my favorite but it uses straightforward tropes that are staples in this genre and it is quite solid to follow the plot, Ice Fantasy - not particularly typical, I enjoy the plot on this one, naming conventions are also fairly straightforward).

Hikaru No Go/Qi Hun (a phenomenal adaptation of the Japanese manga/anime of the same name, on iqiyi and currently free on youtube, just absolutely lovely. Slice of life/coming of age/competition story. Lots of everyday kinds of words, competition and school story type words, fast paced which I liked, ghost in the story to add a supernatural flair to the realism of the rest, very heartwarming)

Go Ahead (a serious drama about a family, very good story. Honorable mention to The Bond which I did not finish but is another serious drama about a family, starring Bai Yu).

ANY modern romance drama you can think of (seriously, modern fluffy romance is the EASIEST genre of show to watch in chinese first, language is very simple and that's why Granting You a Dreamlike Life was the first show I watched in chinese - even in republican era, its a romance so the words were easier. I personally liked My Mowgli Boy cause I love Ma Tianyu and it's both dramatic and very silly at times, Advance Bravely - has gong Jun but it's a hot mess so definitely try it and take or leave it lol, Bromance as mentioned is good with Baron Chen, Romance of Hua Rong is a good simple costume drama romance, there's also usually one or two starring your favorite actors if you just look these kinds of dramas up by actor, Plus + Minus bl looks potentially this genre as well)

We Are Not Human (webseries with 5 minute eps, on youtube and some other places. It's supernatural vampire with his zombie boyfriend and other associates, it's a comedy, and it's short comedy skit nature means all situations tend to be slice of life with some easy visual cues making it quite approachable for learners who like wwdits type stories)

Some dramas I love but think are not going to suit all beginners:

Goodbye My Princess (amazing fantasy romantic tragedy)

Rattan (amazing actors, my favorite premise of "alien/mutant" living among humans handled in a heavy way with a very old powerful mutant woman and very mortal human man both played by phenomenal actors)

Bureau of Transformer (on iqiyi, Olivia Wang stars, absolutely best written sci fi I've seen in ages world wide, please give it a shot if you like sci fi case of the week social issue allegory stories a la Star Trek, Black Mirror, Torchwood, etc. One of my top favorite shows ever).

Humans (cdrama adaptation of a show that's had 2 other versions before. It's a sci fi story about androids, stars Ma Tianyu. Incredibly well done, great acting, best sci fi looks/budget I've seen for a cdrama. I've only found it in chinese with chinese subs but it was enjoyable enough and straightforward enough I watched. Absolutely worth it if you enjoy sci fi and liked the other Humans adaptations).

The Secret of The Three Kingdoms (its like an au fanfiction take on The Three Kingdoms full of beautiful people like the best empress performance I've ever seen, Elvis Han, Ma Tianyu, Tan Jianci. One of the period dramas I've most enjoyed).

Love Between Fairy and Devil/cang lan jue (best xianxia I've seen this year, definitely worth watching)

Once Upon a Time In Lingjian Mountain (a very fun time, silly, still pulls heart strings)

Killer and Healer (I watched this with chinese subs so it's doable, but it's an involved republican era crime drama so the plots a fair bit more involved than Detective L)

Word of Honor (watched this in chinese subs then English later so its doable for a learner, but some chinese in this is very poetic or very wuxia genre specific so there's some challenging parts to this, very followable plot if you're familiar with the novel. GREAT wuxia and drama in general so it's worth the watch).

Ultimate Note (dmbj show, I loved it, effects almost as nice as Reboot but shorter and snappier pace which I enjoyed. Reboot and all other dmbj dramas recommended for dmbj fans or perusers.)

LORD Critical World (I know the cgi is bad but its a fun time, Zhang Mingen fans get constant eyecandy, this show is Xena meets Drakengard 3 with a very gay feeling main duo that to me screams Moshang from svsss vibes, fucked up at times and comedic as much as it is dark and just ridiculously bizarre, certainly A Time which I appreciate in shows)

Couple of Mirrors (republican era gl, well acted, you could try watching this as a learner like Killer and Healer, the drama is short so like The Lost Tomb it's not a big commitment, also there's a manhua!)

#rec list #rant #dramas

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Advice to Work on Yourself 🙈 in September 2023: Sagittarius

Ace of Cups - The Devil - The Hermit, Wheel of Fortune, Death

Regarding: Page of Cups

This won’t be for everyone, it feels really specific, or a reading for a cross-watcher of Sag even, because “chaos is handmade” feels more like it’s blaming you than someone else. Take it if it fits, if not just leave it, don’t force things that don’t make sense, it’s for someone.

You are either messaging flirty things or have a serious crush on someone you do NOT know. Not well. New person. You’re all cutesy Page of Cups, Ace of Cups, possibly having downright obsession over this person (omg they brushed me when they walked by!), and you don’t know the half of what they’re hiding behind this Moon 🌙 They tell you they’re single, and that may not be *entirely* true, this person could actually have a whole marriage going on that you have no idea about. They’re possibly an emotional manipulator, and purposely leave things murky, confusing, and unclear because deception is their game. They could be considerably older than you in age, definitely not more mature though. This relationship feels like it has gone far enough for you to feel excited and happy, but not far enough for you to get stuck, or see this for what it is.

This person plays the non-committal role very well, so they don’t have to answer for the things they do if/when someone catches them out on their bs. They treat you like what you have is stable, loving, they like you, and they’re just busy, they have a lot to do, working, catching up with friends, family, yada yada. They’re full of it. If they’re not actually married, they were in a very serious commitment when you showed up, you could be “the lover” and not even know it. Or you did this, it all could be switched for someone. For some, this is just a crush you don’t really know, you flirt though.

This person enjoys their single life, or acting that way, and views commitment as something that would trap them or “keep them stuck”, which is one way to look at it I guess. Even though that viewpoint is valid for some, there’s something more to that with this person, it’s like that mindset isn’t really theirs, it’s just an excuse so they can continue doing something they shouldn’t. Acting single. Doing what they want, generally being disrespectful, because to them marriage is “ownership” and “no one owns them”. Eh. Fine line there. Yes, true, but something is disrespectful about this too, you would know. Something like that, this person is a nope, they could have heavy Libra energy, but don’t have to. Anything they argue or defend is for the purpose of justifying bs that you know is bs, basically.

The advice: the more perceptive you are and the more you search yourself for answers, the more you observe how things have progressed over time, or maybe some karmic lessons you’ve needed to learn, you can figure it out and end this cycle for good. Possibly ending this relationship too. I do get heavy karma with this person, you with them or them with you, both. You need to see the truth of the situation, and move forward in the way that’s best for you, severing ties with all other options - Justice. For some, this is a karmic you’re actually involved with. For others, it’s one of those connections, still meant to be, but they cause Towers, for a purpose. Like when people say someone “turned their whole life upside down”. Yeah, that one. They could be gone as fast as they come in.

Animal Oracle: Cheetah 🐆

“Get clear on your intention, stay focused, and move quickly to achieve your goal.”

Stop deluding yourself by thinking there isn’t enough time, there are too many other things to do, or you’re not up to the mission that’s calling you to action. These and many other beliefs are delay tactics that keep you from accomplishing what you’re here to do. It’s much too easy to play it safe by staying caught up in the mundane dramas of life rather than honoring Spirit’s purpose for you by making a run for it.

The first step is to write out your intention as clearly as possible. Keep it nearby and create an appropriate affirmation that you can repeat several times over the course of a day - one that states your intention as if it has already occurred. Then write out a sequence of action steps that will move you toward your ultimate goal. Don’t be shy or hesitant to think big - bigger than you’ve previously allowed yourself. Once you’ve set the wheels in motion by doing these steps, it’s time to move - not in some frenetic, hurried way, but steady and purposeful, designing much of your activity to support what you need to do. In all of this movement, once you’ve successfully achieved a significant piece, take a breather and moon back on how far you’ve come. Give yourself a pat on the back with each step that’s accomplished as a way of acknowledging your progress. Go for it!

Artist Oracle: JACKSON POLLOCK

- Meaning doesn’t come with titles.

- If fame finds you, keep working in spite of it.

- Chaos is handmade.

Advice:

- Improve Your Conversational Skills

- Be Aware of Your Body Language

Charms:

Angel rev 😇 on The Hierophant rev shows whatever this person has done, kept hidden, lied and acted confusing about regarding commitments with other people, or you, this wasn’t something that was part of the soul contract or karmic lesson between you. It’s like Spirit is saying “this was not me”, that was not a lesson for you that you deserved, that was purely free will and you should place the blame accordingly. If you were involved with someone that was married and you didn’t know, I’m getting that’s not coming back on you karmically, but that could be a fear of yours. You could be a karmic for them 💯

Happy Cloud ☁️ on 9 Pentacles show you and this person in a new relationship together, or flirting anyway, and everything is fine, you’re both independent, solo people with a lot on your plates. You think. This started okay, in your mind, but this reading is saying it started as it continued, maybe you just didn’t see the signs. I don’t see them either in this area, and King of Cups rev is a manipulator, could be dealing with a water sign, or heavy water placements. You could feel bamboozled. Or you are the bamboozler.

Axe 🪓 on Death is what’s required, once you learn the necessary lessons, maybe even going through a full spiritual awakening with The Hermit here, it’s time to sever the ties with this connection and 2 Wands - plan a future that’s best for you, probably without them. Justice. Or, they’re separating from other people in order to be with you, that’s possible too.

Emerald Star ⭐️ on Conversation Skills could relate to a Taurus/Gemini you need to talk to or catch up with, or you could have issues with communicating in general that need some work. If you’ve been in a rough situation with someone, you could come out of this with some awkward after-effects, needing to build up your confidence again. Or maybe you’re just back on the dating scene and feeling weird about it, you could look up things to talk about (or not to) on a date just to make you feel better about it. Healing is needed here. This card recommends the TED Talk “10 Ways to Have a Better Conversation”, you could try listening that and trying it out.

#Sagittarius tarot reading #advice to work on yourself #advice #September 2023 #Sagittarius #tarot

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Stay- Legolas Greenleaf x OC

Legolas Greenleaf x Alphine Barrowes

Description: When Alphine expresses her desire to possibly stay with the Wanita Hutan after the Ring is destroyed, Legolas comes to her with a surprising request.

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The wonders of MapleElm were truly a sight to behold. It truly was a beautiful realm, and the Fellowship had never been in a town where there was literally no ill will against anyone else. Even the people residing there were peaceful amongst themselves. That was one thing that the Fellowship had noticed more than once over the last few days that they’d been there.

“I just don’t understand it,” Brooke said one evening during dinner, effectively capturing everyone’s attention. The council of Queen Indah had a meeting that had been going on for quite a while and showed no signs of ending soon, which meant that the guests would be eating dinner alone with Citra.

“Don’t get what, Miss Bilberry?” Citra questioned, tilting her head curiously.

“Forgive me if I sound blunt, but how is there never conflict in MapleElm?” She asked, seeing no sense in beating around the bush. “Sure, the Shire is relatively peaceful, but we have problems sometimes. Even Frodo’s cousin Bilbo is seen as odd because he had different views that no one chose to address after his adventure.” Citra offered the hobbit a patient smile then glanced out the window, where the town square could be seen.

“I realize that I haven’t told you the history of the Wanita Hutan,” she muttered before facing them once more. “That would probably clear up your confusion. You see, many years ago, Queen Indah had been living in a normal village. She was younger back then of course, and yet she had been cast out by society for a crime she did not commit.” The table seemed surprised by her confession.

“Why?” Lalia questioned, sounding very confused, earning a shrug from Citra.

“I don’t know exactly what the crime was, but it was a simple case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Executing women for crimes was basically unheard of, so they did the next best thing that they could: they shunned and banished her, never to return unless she had a death wish. It’s much easier to kill an intruder than a member of town.

As she wandered around, looking for a place to call home, she came to the shocking realization that she was not the only woman wrongly cast out by man. It started as only six, those six being who she now refers to as her council, then grew as they found more women wrongly casted out from society, specifically men’s. Rather than be broken down by their setbacks, Indah suggested that they grow powerful and show society that they were wrong about them, thus creating the Wanita Hutan.

It was when they were creating the society, they decided that no more will there be conflict in their realm. People seek out the Wanita Hutan in search of a comforting home after dealing with such traumatic experiences, and Queen Indah wanted to provide a safe space for them so that they no longer have to worry about such things anymore. She taught us that if we were to have a problem with someone, we must work it out like civilized people. And it’s worked, there hasn’t been a single issue in MapleElm for many years aside from trespassers who intend to harm its good people.”

“So you really just take in outcast souls who are searching for a new home?” Alphine questioned softly, finally speaking up for the first time during dinner.

Something about Citra’s words resonated with her. By this point everyone in the Fellowship knew that she had been shunned from her village Rydain by reason of witchcraft due to some nasty rumors about witches. When Gandalf (and the rest of the group) had come to recruit her, the townsfolk were happy to see her go, believing that she had been the reason for their crops doing so poorly that year. The leader of the town had warned her that if she were to go on this journey, then she would never be allowed to come back. It was a trap, and everyone knew it. They all knew that she would say yes to Gandalf, and they didn’t hide their celebration as she packed and left. It seemed that the sentiment (or lack thereof) had stayed with her this far in the journey.

“Yes, that’s exactly it,” Citra answered dutifully.

“And you allow anyone to join?” The girl continued, trying to hide the hopefulness in her tone. Legolas glanced at her, concerned, but she avoided his gaze as their guide responded with a simple nod.

“As long as they have no ill will when entering the realm, then anyone is more than welcome to stay.” Alphine nodded as well then looked down at her plate as conversations branched off in different directions. That was the last time she spoke during dinner.

Later that evening, everyone had gone off to do their own thing. The hobbits and Lalia wanted to go into town and listen to the band that played in the streets, asking if Alphine wanted to tag along. She kindly rejected their offer, thanking them afterwards, and instead decided to take another walk around the palace halls. It had sort of become part of her routine, she’d walk the halls of the palace at least once a day. It gave her time to be alone and think. Usually she’d just think about anything and everything, but tonight she had one specific thing on her mind: the Wanita Hutan. After what Alphine had been through in her old village, MapleElm sounded like Valar. There were other witches there that could vouch for it as well, she’d met a few.

Her feet eventually grew tired, so she walked to an empty balcony and leaned against the railing, staring into town. Her eyes locked onto Merry and Pippin, who were attempting to get Brooke and Camelia to dance with them near the band. It brought a smile to her face as several of the Wanita Hutan joined in merrily. Her thoughts went back to the MapleElm realm in general. This would be a nice place to stay, she realized. Obviously not right now. She had sworn to protect Frodo on the journey to Mordor, and she was going to see that through. But, maybe after the Ring is destroyed. She no longer had a home in Rydain, or anywhere really. The Wanita Hutan were literally made to make a home for people like her. How could she possibly be able to pass that up?

“Would you mind if I joined you?” Alphine was pulled out of thoughts by Legolas’ voice, and she faced him to nod.

“Be my guest. The view is amazing.” The elf nodded and leaned against the railing beside her, also staring down from the balcony.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” He asked softly, which made Alphine look at him confusedly. “I could see you were deep in thought before I spoke.” The witch muttered a small ‘ah’ then shrugged.

“Just thinking about the Wanita Hutan,” she answered simply.

“What about them?” Legolas tilted his head.

“It would be nice to be among them,” she answered, surprising the elf beside her.

“What?”

“I mean, it would be like entering the Valar. Imagine never feeling like you don’t belong, somewhere you’re always welcome. It sounds amazing. It’d be nice to live here if I survive the quest to Mordor.”

“You can’t live here,” Legolas said quickly. Now it was Alphine’s turn to be shocked, but that shock quickly turned into offense.

“Excuse me?” The elf blushed, clearly not expecting his own outburst either, and he shook his head.

“I…I mean-” he cut himself off, trying to gather his thoughts while Alphine could only stare at him in bewilderment.

“I mean to say, please don’t stay here once the quest is over,” he finally begged.

“Where else do you expect me to go after this, Legolas?” She questioned. “I have been shunned from my own village and had no backup plan. The Wanita Hutan have given me an offer that I’m not so sure I can refuse.”

“Stay with me,” he responded, surprising the witch even further.

“Wait, what?” Legolas’ blush darkened just a bit as it reached the tips of his ears.

“Stay with me,” he repeated, ignoring the burning of his cheeks. “I can offer you a home, safety, anything you could want. It would make me feel much better if I personally knew that you were safe and happy.” Alphine shook her head, still trying to wrap her head around his words.

“But, why?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Legolas responded, almost amusedly. “I love you.” It was as if Alphine’s brain short-circuited from his confession, she could only stare at him for a few minutes.

“I- why?” Her confused question didn’t help his mirth, and he actually had to suppress a chuckle by clearing his throat before speaking.

“Why do I love you? Because time and time again you’ve shown me your intelligence, wit, quick thinking and beauty throughout this entire quest. As a matter of fact I found it difficult not to fall in love with you when we first met.” Alphine’s brows furrowed as she listened to his words.

“Didn’t I trap you and Gandalf when we met?”

“Yes, and I still have the snare rope marks on my ankle,” he answered humorously. “But you hadn’t previously set that trap, you just used your nimble intelligence to cast a successful spell in the heat of the moment. I was very impressed.” The witch blushed shyly then looked down, only for Legolas to take her chin between his thumb and index finger shortly before his hand cupped her cheek. He stared at her with such adoration in his eyes that it was almost difficult for her to focus as he spoke again.

“My point is, Alphine Barrowes, that I have fallen irreversibly and without a doubt in love with you. And I would like nothing more than for you to stay with me, after the Ring is destroyed, after Sauron is defeated, after everything. Forever.” His words made Alphine’s heart absolutely melt. A smile formed on her face and she moved her head just enough to press a kiss to his palm before finally nodding.

“Okay. I’ll stay with you,” she whispered. She didn’t think she would ever see Legolas as happy as he was at that moment. Wordlessly, he pulled her into a hug that Alphine never wanted to pull away from. Their foreheads came to rest against each other in a comfortable moment of silence, one that they would cherish because they had no idea when they would get another one of these. It didn’t matter though, they were with each other here, in this moment, and forever.

#lord of the rings #lotr imagine #lotr #legolas greenleaf #legolas imagine #legolas x oc

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So I’ve been playing a lot of skyrim lately, because it’s video game comfort food, and I decided it was time for my Redguard Dovahkiin to settle down. (Actually I specifically just wanted to be able to adopt some of the random orphans you meet because I felt guilty about them, but you need to be married before you can do that so that there’s someone at home to take care of the kids while you’re off galivanting).

So I travelled around a bit, chatting up likely looking npcs until I found one I both liked and didn’t feel guilty about marrying (I feel bad if I marry one of the warrior adventurer types, making them be a stay at home mum) and settled on an obnoxiously cheerful argonian called Shavee because her life was frankly shit, and I thought she’d probably be good with kids.

So off I go to Riften to the Temple of Mara to arrange the wedding. I book it in for the next day, realise I didn’t bring anything nice to wear, and spend the night before the wedding robbing every house in the city in the search for something to wear. Eventually decide everyone in Riften has terrible fashion sense and break down everything I stole into raw materials and use them to craft myself an outfit and some jewellery that i’m pretty happy with. I even carefully pick out my fanciest looking sword to wear.

(don’t know why I bothered, frankly, shavee turned up wearing a shirt covered in suspicious stains and weilding a pickaxe, it’s like she doesn’t even care about this marriage)

(also for comedy purposes, bear in mind I play with survival mods that mean my character needs to eat and sleep to live, and I literally spent the entire ingame night on this and forgot to eat and drink anything either and then just downed four bowls of wolf stew right before entering the temple so I didn’t starve during the ceremony. also I discovered during the wedding that I am dying of rockjoint, which I contracted from sleeping in a pile of hay on the floor of a skeever infested cave, so even being six foot tall and jacked can’t make up for the fact that I am exhausted, running a fever, and probably covered in wolf which I spilled because my joints are slowly atrophying, and even the fanciest clothes in the world aren’t going to cover that up)

so I enter the temple, and my finance is there, and Lydia my housecarl, and some random NPCs the game thinks are my friends because I did fetch quests for them

One of the random NPCs is Lisbet. Atfter I did her fetch quest, I then did another quest in which I discovered Lisbet is secretly a cannibal and part of a demonic cult that worships the daedric prince of decay by kidnapping priests, sacrificing them, and then eating their corpses. Raw. I think the raw meat is the sticking point for me here honestly.

I ultimately decided not to sacrifice the random priest to a daedric prince in exchange for one magic ring and all the raw human I could eat, because frankly, that doesn’t sound like much of a deal to me. I was expecting there to be some kind of dialogue choice where I could nope out at the last minute, but it turns out there isn’t one, so after they drugged the priest and tied him to the altar, I just got out my sword and started swinging.

I killed most of the cult (including the town butcher, because I had brought meat from him before and was extremely pissed off that he might have been secretly feeding me humans) but a couple of them got away, which I figured was fine because they weren’t trying to kill me.

Except it turns out, if any of them escape, then every time you see them in the future there’s a random chance that they’ll fly into a violent rage and try and murder you.

Lisbet is at my wedding. Lisbet decides that clearly me marrying this random argonian woman with two lines of dialogue is the happiest day of my life, and she cannot allow me that happiness, when I’ve taken so much from her.

So she tries to kill me. Only she can’t, because I’m stuck in a pre-rendered wedding animation, and also she’s sitting next to Lydia, my faithful retainer and owner of a really big axe.

It also turns out that Lisbet is essential, meaning she can be knocked unconcious but not actually killed because she’s needed for some quest or other. And the minute she wakes up from unconciousness, she tries to kill me again, so Lydia knocks her unconcious again, and I’m stuck, I can’t move, because I’m supposed to be in the wedding animation.

Except Shavee has, not unreasonably, see all this and decided that she doesn’t like me enough to risk getting murdered, and has done a runner, leaving me at the altar, but more importantly, leaving me trapped in a broken pre-rendered animation, so all I can do is stand there at the altar, staring at the space where my fiance was supposed to be, listening to the sounds of Lydia trying and failing to beat a cannibal to death behind me.

Okay, I think, clearly this wedding isn’t going to happen, I’m going to go for the registry office option and complete the wedding using the dev commands. I do this. The priest gives me a wedding ring, and I can finally move again. I chase after Shavee, who has an impressive turn of speed on her, and eventually catch up right by the city gates. I try to talk to her.

Apparently using the console has completed the wedding for me, but not for her, because she still only has the same 2 lines of dialogue she usually has.

Clearly this is working, I can’t leave my kids with someone who can only say 2 things and doesn’t even know she’s their mum, that’s irresponsible.

I try loading from inside the temple. I get the same problem.

Eventually I figure out that I need to use the dev controls to disable Lisbet’s entire existence in the universe.

Shavee and me get married. As the priest reads the vows, I stare at Shavee and wonder why she couldn’t even be bothered to put on a clean shirt. I wonder what kind of mother she’ll be.

Once the ceremony is over, and I’m happily married to the dirty green lizard of my dreams, and we’ve agreed that until I can make her recognise my extremely nice modded house exists I will share her single bed in the unheated flophouse in Windhelm she calls home, I re-enable Lisbet, because I’m worried I’ll forget if I leave it too long.

Fun fact about skyrim, it loads in quite a lot of npcs and objects by dropping them from the sky. I have no idea why this is the case, but it’s objectively the funniest way to load in objects.

I re-enable Lisbet. She falls from the sky, clips through the roof of the temple, and lands in the pew beside Lydia, stands up, draws a knife, and is immedately beaten unconcious.

I no longer care, because Shavee now has all the exciting new spouse-only romantic dialogue options like “Could you cook something for me” and “have you made any money lately”, and I know she’ll be a great mother.

I limp to the door of the temple, while around me the guests not involved in the Lydia-Lisbet murder cycle scream and duck for cover.

I open the door to the temple, immediately collapse and ragdoll down the steps, which is how I discover I am dying of rockjoint.

I limp to the orphanage down the street, adopt two kids, and then finally remember that I’m carrying garlic bread, which as we all know, cures all known illnesses.

When I emerge back into the street, full of the joys of motherhood and garlic bread, I find the town in disaray. Lydia is chasing Lisbet through the streets with an axe and a dragon is circling overhead, burning npcs to death. People are running for shelter, screaming, while the guards try to take down an entire dragon using only the worst bows and arrows in the game.

I decide that as a parent, I have to think of my own safety first and leave them to it.

I head out of the city, intent on returning home and figuring out why Shavee refuses to move in with me. A man hanging around the stables challenges me to a boxing match. For want of anything better to do, I agree.

Halfway through the fight he dodges at the wrong moment and I punch one of his horses in the head.

Two guards attack me while I desperately try to surrender. My kids will miss me, but I’m prepared to go to jail for my horse crimes, I’m an honest citizen. Also my horse crimes seem somewhat less important than the dragon.

The guards refuse to accept my surrender. I am stabbed to death. As I collapse in front of the indifferent horse, Lisbet exits the city, followed by Lydia. The last thing I see before I die is Lydia swinging her axe at Lisbet’s face.

#skyrim #spoilers #technically #although this game is a decade old and we all own at least two versions of it at this point #so i'm not sure it counts #long post

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wallflowerimagines · 3 years

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I love your writing so much, it's very great! Anyways, can you make one with the lords with a s/o who can see ghosts, but everytime they see one they tensed up ? Thanks alot! <3 <3 <3

In a horror game???? With a horror villain s/o?????

Anon, you are so brave 😔✊ let's get spooky.

Alcina Dimitrescu

There are SO many ghosts in Castle Dimitrescu. And they're all so LOUD.

The majority seem to be victims of House Dimitrescu. All of them drift through the air, drained and skeletal, eyes sightless, and they just wail non stop. The wailing itself is actually kind of a lower volume, but because there are so many ghosts around, the sound layers and echoes through the space until you can barely hear yourself think.

They remind you of jellyfish in a way. They just aimlessly drift through the air, clothes billowing around them, sliding through the walls. Constantly screaming.

You actually prefer the ghosts of the victims of the Cadou experiments. They might be horrible, shuffling abominations of flesh and oozing blood, but at least they're quiet.

Alcina notices you flinch without any kind of visible stimulus, and immediately gets suspicious. She pulls you into a room and demands an explanation of your behavior.

If there is a problem, she's going to fix it.

When you tell her about the ghosts, her lips press into a fine line. You mean to tell her that these worthless wastes of space are crowding her halls, polluting her home even after their death?

They dare to not only crowd the noble house of Dimitrescu under her nose for years, but they're bothering you while they do it?

Yeah, Alcina is Furious.

She gets a couple exorcists on Retainer. Every month or so, priests of various religions are paraded through the house and cleanse the place from top to bottom. She has you follow them around and check their work, too. If any of them happen to be charlatans, they'll just join the horde of ghosts. No skin off her nose.

It is a little annoying that she has to hire even more people to clean up the mess in her Castle, but Alcina is a highborn lady. Any kind of clutter (living or dead) is unacceptable. Her home should be pristine.

Besides, her favorite reward is seeing you fall asleep in her arms, entirely peaceful. You had been so obviously stressed by the situation. It's such a relief to have you relaxed and calm once again.

Donna Beneviento

When Donna finds out you can see ghosts, she gets a bit ...manic.

This is a woman who lost her entire family, and is unable to deal with grief in a healthy way. She's constantly in mourning garb, and her veil rarely comes off. Hell, her grief was the catalyst for her current hobby-- which is what turned it into a hyperfixation.

I'm not going to lie to you, this revelation puts your relationship on pause. She's going to use you to get what she wants, and she wants her family back.

Donna pulls out all the family photo albums and portraits. She coaches you on her mother's laugh, her father's focused expression. She gets the projector and plays you home movies to show you how they walk and talk. Anything she can show you to help identify the ghosts of her family, she does it.

If you tense up, Donna gets so excited. Is it someone she knew? Her sister, maybe?

Unfortunately, most of the ghosts around are Donna's victims. They huddle in the corners of her home, rocking back and forth in terror, clawing at the walls in a futile attempt to escape whatever horror they've been eternally trapped in.

Sometimes, at night, you hear soft whimpers and scratches at your door...

If there is a ghost that isn't a member of her family around, Donna gets frustrated with it. She will banish any ghost that isn't a member of her family, or a member of the previous staff that could help them in the afterlife.

Eventually you need to sit her down and have a serious conversation with her. You're not something she can use to connect to her family. You might be willing to help, but all she's done lately is treat you like an object, not a partner. It has to stop.

It's the wake up call Donna needs. You both hold each other and cry for a long time, because the last thing she ever wanted to do is hurt you, but... She misses them. So much.

You still look for their ghosts for her, still tense in the hallway, but Donna stops asking you to describe them to her. She trusts you to tell her if they look familiar now. She can be patient.

Salvatore Moreau

Fish man might have been a doctor once, but he is a Small Town Doctor from a small fishing Hamlet. I don't care how much "logic" and "reason" you might think he has. This man is SUPER-fucking-STICIOUS.

Salt over your shoulder, four leaf clover carrying, fear of curse having man DOES NOT LIKE the idea of being haunted.

The ghosts of the reservoir are extra spooky too. Some of them are mid-mutation from the failed Cadou experiments...But the drowning victims are more common.

There aren't many ghosts around, but when they do appear, they're bloated, skin slipping off their bones, clothes dissolving around them as they glide through the air. They move much slower than other ghosts too, like the fact that they died in the water has permanently trapped them in that state.

If you tense up out of nowhere, Moreau does too.

What did you see?? Are they close?? Do they look bound to an object??

Salvatore will turn into his giant fish form and yeet anything that you might feel to be haunted over the mountain range. He takes no chances with that shit.

You two both are regular customers of the Duke's specifically for new exorcism methods. The Duke doesn't scam you guys either-- he provides candles, scriptures, holy water, perfumes, all of it works to keep the spirits at bay.

You and Moreau will walk around the reservoir, on guard for any hauntings, and clean up any area that might possibly have a ghost attached to it. It's a incredibly weird and very niche bonding experience.

By the end of the day, the reservoir is the least haunted place in the whole Village. Just how you and Salvatore like it.

Karl Heisenberg

Eat my ass, spirits

Heisenberg is not afraid of ghosts. He actually makes fun of you a little bit for even believing in them, until he sees you tense up out of the blue.

He trusts you enough to know you're not lying to him, so he knows that you are seeing something. He just doesn't know if they're really ghosts.

There aren't as many ghosts in the factory as there are at the Castle, but there is still quite a few.

A lot of them are missing limbs, unsurprisingly. They gasp and scramble around, eyes (if they are even there) bulging out of rotting faces as they scan the surrounding area for their missing pieces. They scuttle around like spiders up and through the walls, poking their heads into random rooms and constantly searching for something, anything to make them whole.

The worst thing about them is that they ALL scream when they see Heisenberg. It's not even a wail like from a normal ghost-- this is a full on shriek of rage and grief. They know who he is. They know what he's done. And they can't do anything about it.

Is it any wonder that you tense up all the time?

After you describe the ghosts in more detail to your partner, Heisenberg sets his jaw, gets pissed, and finds a way to exorcise the lot of them. While he can't see them, you can, and they might make you think less of him. He can't have that.

Plus, they're obviously bothering you. Karl does not tolerate some dumb spirits harassing his partner. If he has to nail a couple crucifixes to the wall and get a spray bottle of holy water, he will.

He also sees if he can kill his victims in an isolated section of the factory. Maybe having one specific room might limit the range on these things? It also makes for easier clean up.

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How to win a heart of Floyd Leech?

a/n: Someone requested this; ask got deleted by accident! Hope you will like it, Anon!

Warning!

Once you start walking through the specific points of the guide, your life will be exposed to the presence of Floyd Leech. Interrupting the action at one of the stages may cause many problems; F. Leech categorizes stopping as "boring", which puts the user of this guide in great danger.

The only way out is to get to the very end. Or not to start at all.

You act at your own risk.

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1. Be an easy new target.

To one’s surprise, it is much harder not to catch his attention.

You can easily become another entertaining target of Floyd, mostly by doing silly things or him just considering them as ones.

And to automatically get labelled as “silly”, you just need to fall into one of his traps—he prepares them for someone else, maybe for goldfish, maybe for another person given a sea-inspired nickname, expecting to enjoy watching how familiar face twitches with terror as he jumps into the scene and tightly embraces passing student.

But no. You were the one who showed up in the wrong place and time as Floyd jumped out from his hideout, scaring you half to death. With a strangled yelp, you sharply backed away. After gaining a slight flush on your cheeks, you recognised who you just bumped into and quietly gasped.

However, he was much more bewildered than you were.

He had never encountered somebody who wouldn’t just freeze under his touch. Jumping away, gasping, muttering half-hearted apologies and flushing? That’s new.

That’s also entertaining.

Even after your quickly disappearance from the scene, his gaze somehow inexplicably started returning to you.

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2. Visit Mostro Lounge often.

“We’re looking for someone who would like to work part-time for Azul~” Floyd said, sliding poster across the table. He popped up in front of you unannounced, having your thoughts return to dark reality.

“Oh,” you replied quietly, packing your things faster. “Good luck with it.”

You got up from your seat, but the thought of letting you go just like that didn’t even cross Floyd’s mind.

“Ehh? Shrimpy, aren’t you going to try?” he asked, frowning. You winced a little at the nickname he called you, not sure how to feel about it. “You know, you won’t work there for free.”

Azul will grant your wish.

You fidgeted a little, questioning your response. You heard—who didn’t?—rumours that Octavinelle leader could fulfil any request for a certain price. Ones were working for it, others were paying, and lasts were trading their request with Azul’s one.

The thought of having anything just by working in some café made you consider the offer again—this time quickier.

“I will go,” you decided.

“Hooray!” Floyd smiled cheerfully, just as if he won some grand prize in the lottery. “But what could Shrimpy possibly wish for, to change your response so drastically~?” he wondered but didn’t get any answer in return.

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3. Be honest.

“Shrimpy...”

You passed Floyd, without sparing him a look. Anyone who has known you for a while would notice that your movements were a bit stiff and creaky.

Once you heard Floyd’s voice, a wave of tiredness struck you as if you didn’t get any sleep last night after working your shift in Mostro Lounge.

There were so many people to serve, so many things to do... and yet, you couldn’t help with anything, still not knowing how everything works, messing up with orders and breaking some plates in process.

Floyd buzzing around you, asking you some random questions (“Shrimpy, have you done it before?”). You answered them quickly, but each of them bumped you out of rhythm, making you forget what you were doing. It also didn’t help that Floyd certainly liked you being disoriented, replying with a shrug and grin on his face at your thundering glances.

So now, after gaining a little trauma from working in Octavinelle’s café, all you could do is ignore Floyd’s presence, silently accusing him of your infamous fiasco.

“Hey, Shrimpy!” he called you again, catching you up. “Are you mad?”

“I am not mad,” you snapped and took an unstable breath. “Look, I just started working, and on my first day I made already so many mistakes—”

“Yeah,” he replied indifferently. “And what with that?”

“...I couldn’t even correctly serve drinks—”

“Oh, stop!” Floyd muffled your mouth with his hand, an annoying look on his face. “I know where it is going. And no, you can’t quit a job, after all my efforts to get you there. It will get boring again!”

“But—”

“Stop, stop, stop,” he corrected his hand on your mouth, now not letting even a sound get through his fingers. “Azul knows that you tried your best. And for these plates you broke, he already added them to your paycheck. You need to practice! Not to give up, Shrimpy!”

You looked up at him, quite stunned by these words. Perhaps he quoted someone from the book or heard someone talking like that...

But it was encouraging. In some way, considering that you couldn’t protest, having your mouth covered. But still, it was encouraging.

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4. Take classes together.

You can have the power of controlling Floyd’s behaviour, making other students’ life easier. Or you two can be a walking disaster.

Turning alchemy lesson into putting random ingredients into a boiler and praying that the mysterious mixture won’t explode.

History classes started being a regular pinching ritual to keep yourself from falling asleep (you are being pinched more, even when you don’t feel sleepy).

In contrast, flying lessons are peaceful. Nor Jade, nor Floyd, nor Azul are fond of these classes. Floyd is much eager to stand both feet on the ground, watching you practice or having you sulking next to him about heights.

However, if you are a calm, shy, or tranquil person, exchanging little notes or drawings will be a little habit of yours. Handing them discreetly under the eye of sir Crewel is quite a challenge, but it also gives satisfaction once the note was given.

Floyd throws away most of your paper conversations, but the ones he really likes, he cherishes them by keeping them with him, stuffed in his pockets. He will be irritated if anyone would like to see what you two were writing about, even if the talk was about new strawberries delivery for the new recipe.

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5. Being ticklish or not.

There are two possible scenarios, whether his new, lovely target is ticklish or not.

If is: prepare for being touched a lot. Observing how you quiver with surprise, when he lightly—he especially makes his touch less fierce, knowing very well that tickling isn’t violent—wraps his hands around your waist, making you hold your breath.

He would tickle you a lot, very often making you cry out of laugh and pain that follows sharp writhing and fidgeting, but never that much, to seriously upset you. That’s some luck in such unlucky situation.

If not: he will try to find other weak point. Or will try to make you ticklish—his hands are particularly cold and pressing them to your warm skin, might make you give him a reaction he would enjoy.

Albeit, if you also won’t return any expression even then, he will seriously search for some other weakness. Slightly biting an ear lobe, whispering next to your ear or anything that could make his smile appear, once he made you put him somewhere between “I despise you with each and every cell” and abstract mumbling with the heat on your checks.

Oh, he loves your reactions so much.

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6. Learn all nicknames he gave other people (you will unlock an option to slightly dish other people).

“Oh Lord...” you muttered to yourself, as your gaze followed scribbled list of names that Jade just passed to you. He willingly connected all student’s names with pseudonyms Floyd gave other people and handed the roaster over to you once you helped him with some kitchen cleaning.

“There are so many, right?” Jade replied with a polite smile on his face. “I’m sure you already memorised some of them, being around Floyd that much.”

You nodded mindlessly as you tried to get names into your head. You mouthed them soundlessly one by one, motivated to learn them by the end of the week.

The chuckle that escaped Jade’s lips startled you, and you realised that he still was in the room. Or that you didn’t leave the Lounge even after your shift has already ended.

“My brother surely didn’t exaggerate anything about you,” he said, his tone a bit more buoyant than ever, although you couldn’t be sure as the thick air of mystery still echoed in his voice. “I wonder how it will finally end?”

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7. Always share your takoyaki with him.

“What are you hiding, Shrimpy?”

You shuddered at a voice that you did not want to hear at this moment, not for all the world. Unless that the world included a chest filled with takoyaki, which you could give to certain somebody.

You felt that instead of a shashlik of tasty balls, you were holding a knife in your hands, a veritable proof of a crime you had committed. It weighed heavily in your grip, and Floyd's approaching footsteps did not make your situation any better.

It was a time to hide the evidence.

You pushed as much as you could into your mouth and swallowed a few balls without even gnawing them much. You almost choked on them.

“Me? I?” you asked innocently. You sincerely hoped that no sauce or a stray piece of cake was left on your face. “What could I possibly hide?”

"Hmm, hmm~," he drew closer, and you needed all your will gathered, to make yourself stay where you were. Even without looking in the mirror, you knew you were all pale on the face. “With my little eye, I spy something...”

His gaze went down, just to your hands, which you tried to hide behind your back.

Not giving him a clear look at your palms or wooden stick, you turned around on the heel and run with all your might. Your muscles felt somehow stiff as if they also didn’t see a chance to win this race.

Now Floyd was sure you are hiding something, and there is no chance he’ll let it go.

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8. Watch him at his basketball practice.

81:30 for the blue team!

“Floyd once again started playing wild,” Ace breathed with clear regret in his voice. He glanced your way, frowning at you. “It’s your fault. Please come at practices when Floyd is in my team, not otherwise.”

You laughed awkwardly as he walked away.

A moment later, Floyd reached for a bottle with water and a towel you bravely guarded through the whole practice. He smiled wholeheartedly, happy with the win, water, and your presence.

“How did you like the game?” he asked once he changed from PE clothes and you two started heading towards Octavinelle.

“It was really fun!” you admitted, a speck of amusement appeared in Floyd’s eyes. “The red team didn’t have much time to capture a ball before you got hold of it again.”

“Hehe~ I’m glad you liked it,” he said. “I really like to play basketball, even more than ever, when I know that you are watching! That’s why,” he added, sincerity well-heard in his voice, “you need to come even more often!”

You nodded happily.

You just couldn’t mind it, all that accompanying him.

It was... fun.

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9. Dance, dance, dance!

Heels tapped on the floor and the sound of these steps would probably have spread through the room, if not for the jazz music pounding through Mostro Lounge’s speakers.

Floyd pulled you closer, letting a playful smile on his lips stretch even more. You couldn’t help but smile back, before gasping as he spun you around your axis. You lost balance and would fall if not steady grip around your waist, as Floyd leaned on closer to you, making you bend on one leg more and entirely rely on his touch.

Last notes of melody faded, and you still were in that pose, facing each other. With each second, Floyd’s face was changing from some form of amazement to amusement, finally letting you properly stand.

“Ha... When did you learn to dance so smoothly?” you asked smiling in wonder.

“Hehe~ With legs you can dance a lot more than in the sea,” he answered. “On land, it’s super fun~”

You nodded at his words.

Floyd was a wonderful dancer.

But you can’t be sure if being a good dancing partner is the only thing that made you feel all warm and fuzzy because butterflies still didn’t leave your stomach.

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10. “Let’s do something fun!”

“Here is your paycheck,” Azul handed you a white envelope, sealed with a stamp with the Octavinelle logo. “And you, [Name], was also working for some request, right?”

You nodded as you stared at the envelope.

Somehow, knowing how stupid the lingering thought in your mind was, you couldn’t bear to look up. If you would, your gaze would probably ignore all the elegant furniture of the room, even the owner of the room, Azul, just to settle on Floyd.

If you saw anything more than his shoes, that stupid thought would make their way outside, turning plans into action.

And Floyd unknowingly did everything to make them come true.

“Shrimpy,” he cupped your face with his hands, judging by his voice he seemed quite... worried? When he made you look in his olive and gold eyes, you started holding your breath. “Are you okay?”

With that question, your strong will to wish for something expensive or practical was broken.

You started fidgeting more, not knowing how to express your thoughts in words. “I think I have a request... a question for Floyd, rather than for you, Azul...”

Azul nodded at first uncertain and the room has fallen into silence once again until you spoke.

“Well, Floyd,” you turned to him, trying your best not to wander your gaze away from him, “Please, take your time with answering, but I want your response to be, uh, honest.”

You were tripping onto your own words, embarrassment soaring in your body as you started to think that you should’ve kept quiet. But Floyd was patient with your answer, as well as Jade and Azul who observed the situation as if they predicted it before.

“I mean- Okay, just answer the question.” You took an erratic breath. “Would you like to—”

“Sure!” Floyd interrupted you before even hearing the whole question. “I would like to do everything with you.”

You stood there, all confused. But, by Floyd’s expression you knew that he guessed what you wanted to say. Face heating up, you forgot about Azul and Jade, who hid a chuckle by turning his head to the side.

“How fun,” he said as Floyd wrapped his arms around you, as if shielding you from other people in the room.

“I won’t share Shrimpy with you, Jade. Not a chance.”

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