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[sephirothsplaything]

DNA| Sec.80 high power-chapter 9

A/N: Honestly I meant to put this out way earlier but i forgot! We are almost done with season one! This chapter features an unlikely duo.

TW: Blood, violence,slight gore

The night sky swirled into obscurity as Rhaella lay naked in the grass. The trees towering overhead shielded her from the soft beams of moonlight.

It was another dream. An occurrence she had grown used to. The unanswered questions had become common, leaving her frustrated and unsatisfied. 

There was a certain freedom, being confined to her mind this way. Rhaella stood to her feet, leisurely walking through the forest.

“Follow my voice.” The sound hissed, passing her by. 

Like many times before, she had no choice but to follow.

Rhaella found herself at the edge of a cliff, staring the water down. She wondered if she jumped at this very moment, would she wake?

“You wake when I allow it.” The voice whispered again.

Rhaella sat herself, legs dangling off the edge. She could feel its presence. Whatever it was. Despite this fact, she did not feel ashamed of her nakedness.

“Quite presumptuous of you, placing commands onto me,” Rhaella said.

It was a back-and-forth they had engaged in. It would shrill riddles and prophecies that Rhaella couldn’t even pretend to understand.

“Tell me something,” Rhaella said. Her voice was distant, she already knew what the outcome would be.

“You have invaded my thoughts, for reasons unknown to me,” Rhaella said, bringing her knees to her chest.

“Tell me, have I gone mad?” 

The voice gave a low chuckle. Rhaella could feel its misty aura pass over her body, oddly enough she found it comforting.

“Perhaps.” The voice said in wicked irony. 

“It may be that you were born this way.” It said. 

Rhaella rolled her eyes at Its musings. She had become accustomed to it.

“You’ve given that boy a portion of your soul.” It buzzed. Maybe it was her mind turning against her, but the voice had switched to a lighter tone. 

Rhaella scoffed. Even in her unconscious, she could not escape the stigma.

“What now?” She asked. Her fingers raked through the strands of her hair at the memory of Aemond. He hadn’t held back, the repressed lust had spread like a sickness, infecting them both.

Rhaella smiled. “I suppose you think I'm a whore.”

The voice gave a hum of contemplation. 

“Love is the mind-killer.” It said.

Love? Is this how it is to be? Filled with the musings of some spirit or other as she continued to fall deeper into her desire?

It was equal parts unpleasant and enthralling.

“I need not your opinion, I don’t even know what you are. Rhaella responded.

Then she felt it. Disembodied arms wrapped around, engulfing her. They had no particular feeling.

“Oh Rhaella, but I know what you are.” It whispered into her ear.

Rhaella’s head tilted, curiosity peaked. This conversation felt familiar, but the meaning was compromised. 

“What am I?” She said. 

“Mine.”

It must’ve been well into noon when Rhaella awoke. 

Heaps of her curls surrounded her face as she sat up in bed. Her whole body ached, causing her to wince.

Why hadn’t any of the maids come? Typically they made a big show of opening the blinds and preparing her clothes.

No matter, there was a more pressing issue at hand. Rhaella pulled the white sheet from her body to reveal the crimson red that permeated through.

Proof of what she had done. What they had done.

Rhaella’s eyes darted across the room for a moment. A hiding place. She landed on the wardrobe. Someone would find the sheets eventually, but not after she was long gone.

Her feet found purchase on the cold tile. It wasn’t even for a full second before her knees buckled, stumbling to the floor.

It was as if her body was screaming for her to feel shame.

Balling up the linens, she shoved them inside the deepest parts of the wardrobe.

It had been some time and handmaidens had not yet entered. Deciding to dress herself, Rhaella slipped on the dress Helaena had given her. The gorgeous purple silks hid the slightly reddened bruises around her thighs and waist.

Then there was the issue with her hair. Curses were let loose and Rhaella struggled against the tangles.

The end result was somewhat presentable. Rhaella had wished her hair was loced like Rhaena or her grandfather.

Rhaella’s stomach rumbled in protest. She would make it a point to visit the kitchens first.

Her hand slid over the door’s handle. The knob would not budge, despite Rhaella’s efforts. 

She tried again. Then once more, followed by several futile attempts thereafter.

Confusion etched itself onto her brow. There wasn’t a possibility that she locked herself in.

Perhaps one of the guards made a mistake.

Rhaella raised her fists, pounding on the wooden door.

“Hello?” She called out. “Is anyone there?”

Her fists continued to beat the door, leaving nothing but echoes.

Rhaella reluctantly took her hands away from the door. She couldn’t place it,but something wasn’t right.

Pressing her ear against the door, she listened in for...anything at this rate.

Silence. There were no footsteps or voices to be heard.

Something was entirely wrong. Rhaella tried to recall the night before, nothing odd had stood out.

She remembered the way Ser Criston Cole was short with her, but she figured it was due to her disrespect of the queen during the past week.

Her grandmother. Rhaella had walked through the main halls before entering her own room and had not seen her.

Rhaella’s breath quickened. Was there something she had missed? Her mind raced with all the possibilities of what could be going wrong at this moment.

Rhaella paced back and forth in the room, arms crossed anxiously.

The king was most likely dead, that could be the reason for the silence.

But would she not have been informed? And why the locked door?

Rhaella walked over to the window in the room, the view was nothing but cobbled streets. It was quite a ways down, she’d surely break her legs should she try to escape.

The creak of the old door interrupted Rhaella’s contemplation. 

But it was not a maid she was met with.

It was Ser Otto Hightower.

Rhaella was surprised to see him of all people. However, she maintained a level of composure so as to not reveal her worry.

Slow and steady.

“Ser Otto?” Rhaella said. “What has happened?”

Otto walked further into the room, Rhaella's eyes darted to the slightly ajar door.

If she was quick about it, escape was a possibility. But then there were guards to worry about.

That was of no consequence though, Otto shut the door behind him.

“Lady Rhaella.” Otto greeted. He carried an air of pleasantry.

As if he’d won something. 

“What is the matter?” Rhaella asked. She attempted to conceal the anxiety in her voice. 

Otto paused for a moment. He watched Rhaella’s unwavering posture.

He was not fooled, unfortunately for her.

“There has been... an unprecedented event,” Otto said.

“The king has passed, hasn’t he?” Rhaella said sharply, leaving no room for questioning.

Otto folded his hands in front of him, nodding. 

“It is unfortunate, but yes his grace has passed.” 

Rhaella’s mind raced, unable to focus on one single thought. 

Ser Otto was not here simply to inform. No, there must be more.

So she would rip it from him, slowly.

“I never had the privilege of truly knowing him,” Rhaella said, her head bowing slightly.

“However.” Rhaella continued. “The king was my uncle, I do not see why I needed to be locked in my chambers.”

Otto sighed. “ We had much to prepare.”

Rhaella’s eyes squinted at the word. Prepare?

“Ser Otto,” Rhaella said. Her voice had turned cold, void of emotion.

“You did not come here to inform me of the king,” Rhaella stated. 

Ser Otto attempted to speak but was cut off. Rhaella was far from done.

“Choose your next words carefully ser, as I have been confined to this room for some time,” Rhaella said.

Otto’s mouth lifted into a slight smirk. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bell.

Rhaella’s sharp eyes tracked his movement as he placed it on the table.

“It’s a curious trick you do,” Otto spoke. 

“One moment, you are a quiet girl.” Otto’s head tilted slightly in analysis.

“But then, you open your mouth and suddenly it’s your father I see.”

Her father? Were her words not her own?

“What is this?” Rhaella blurted out. She had grown tired of it all. 

“You are being presented with a choice.” Otto gestured to the bell.

“Choice?” Rhaella asked.

“The king’s dying wish was that Prince Aegon should succeed him,” Otto said.

Rhaella took a step back, in pure disbelief. Aegon and succession should not be spoken in the same sentence. For many a reason.

“Do you think me an idiot?” Rhaella snapped. 

“No, you have always been much more perceptive than others.” Ser Otto said.

“The king declared Princess Rhaenyra his heir, she is to be queen,” Rhaella said.

“He spoke his will unto the queen Alicent in his last breath,” Otto said.

Rhaella’s words fell stuck in her throat. 

What sort of fuckery is taking place here? And why is she in it?

“It is of no consequence what you think,” Otto said.

It never was.

“Bend the knee to Aegon, the rightful king of the Seven Kingdoms,” Otto stated. His tone had shifted to conviction.

She would do no such thing. 

Instead, Rhaella gave a lofty smile. 

“I am my father’s daughter, am I?” She said.

“You know full well what my answer is.”

Ser Otto nodded his head, expectantly.

“You will remain here until you’ve changed your mind.” 

Rhaella could feel her composure ripping at the seams.

“Ring the bell when you have decided.” Ser Otto said.

With his words lingering in the air, Otto turned to leave.

“Wait!” Rhaella said. 

Otto paused to face her.

“What of my grandmother?” Rhaella asked.

Ser Otto smiled. “ Both you and her will remain here for the time being.”

Otto closed the door behind him.

Rhaella swiftly walked toward the table, where the bell was placed.

It gleamed from the sun’s rays, almost mockingly.

In a fit of frustration, Rhaella hurled the bell at the closed door.

Fuck that stupid bell.

She was stuck here. Indefinitly it seemed.

There was no escape for her and no help would be coming.

Through the fog of her panic, Rhaella had another thought.

Had Aemond known? He couldn’t possibly stand for this.

Rhaella knew Aemond had no love for Rhaenyra, but he could certainly agree that Aegon was not suited for the throne.

She required clarity. She required him.

.......

In the long hours that followed, Rhaella could sense her sanity slipping from her being. She had been staring up at the high ceiling for what seemed like forever.

She played out multiple scenarios of what would happen to her. Rhaella was sure she would not be touched, nor would her grandmother.

Rather, they would have her rot to death.

A knock at the door cut through her musings.

Whoever had come was not her saving grace.

“Rhaella?” Queen Alicent called softly.

Standing up from the bed, Rhaella stared at Alicent wordlessly.

Alicent tried to offer a smile but was met with a blank stare from Rhaella’s violet eyes.

“I understand you may be confused at the moment,” Alicent said.

Confused? A plummeting understatement.

“What have you done?” Rhaella said.

“I am acting on the former kings’ command,” Alicent said.

“So, it appears you are not only a liar, but an usperer as well.” Rhaella snided.

Alicent grimaced at Rhaella’s words. She came close, grabbing her hands.

“It is better to not disrupt the realm, I only can guide it to peace,” Alicent said.

Rhaella jerked her hands away from Alicent in disgust.

“You guide the realm to war,” Rhaella said angrily.

It was preposterous that the queen thought that Princess Rhaenyra would accept this.

“I am doing what is best for the realm.” Queen Alicent responded. Her voice wavered slightly, her judgment was toothless.

“Ser Otto has informed me of your terms,” Rhaella said, eyes darting from the queen and back to the door.

Queen Alicent toyed with her hands, carefully considering her words.

“ I have come to offer you new ones,” Alicent said after a while.

Rhaella’s eyebrows furrowed. There was nothing more to be said. She would not bend the knee.

“I know that you care deeply for Aemond,” Alicent said. 

Rhaella felt herself turn cold, although she was hardly surprised. The queen had been dangling her own emotions over her head like a guillotine. 

“ You could marry him, and spend the rest of your days here in the Red Keep.”

Rhaella did not honor the queen with an answer. She feared the next words uttered would be curses. 

“I’ve known you to always be disregarded to the side.” Alicent continued.

“Your own father ignores you in favor of the princess, you are a stranger in your own home.”

Rhaella couldn’t deny that the observation stung. It only reaffirmed her own thoughts.

The queen need not know that, however.

“My son is most happy at your side, the both of you would be a fitting match.”

A thought occurred to Rhaella. She had been a fool, and not for the first time.

“So why not send him to speak to me?” Rhaella asked. Her mind was clear now.

“I came here on his behalf.” Alicent insisted.

Quite an earnest liar she was.

“Does he even know I’m being held here?” Rhaella questioned.

The queen’s silence was deafening. There was her answer.

Rhaella stepped closer to Alicent, eye to eye. The queen held her ground but the slight shrink back did not escape Rhaella’s predatory gaze.

“You seem confused your grace,” Rhaella said, her voice, menacing.

“No amount of care I have for your son would make me turn against my own family,” Rhaella said.

Alicent’s eyes widened. This was not the small girl she had kept under watch all that time ago.

No. Rhaella Targaryen was a beast, evolving before the queen’s very eyes.

“So, run to your sept and kneel to your Gods,” Rhaella said.

“Pray that my family does not answer you with fire and blood.”

The Queen Alicent’s mouth was agape. Her eyes searched Rhaella’s, hoping for a hint of feebleness.

There was none—only the swirling of something dark.

“Very well,” Alicent said. And just like her father, she too left the chamber, shutting and locking the doors behind her.

Alone again, once more. All those threats she threw and what came of it?

Rhaella dropped to the ground, eyes rimmed with tears. It mattered not if Aemond knew of her confinement.

He blindsighted her. All the speak of desiring something bigger than himself was clearer than ever to her. 

There would be no exploring the seven kingdoms on dragon back together. No more stolen glances or lingering touches.

Aemond did not simply desire a dragon. He craved revenge, undeniable power.

This was the man she had given herself to. Rhaella was unsure what horrified her more. The fact that she could see his reasoning or the fact that her heart still longed to speak with him.

Love was indeed the mind-killer. 

The day turned to evening as Rhaella remained confined to the room. She had food nor water at her disposal and it was beginning to take effect.

She needed to escape. Somehow. 

Rhaella ripped through the little belongings she had brought with her, looking for something that might assist her.

An object near the bed caught her eye. Dropping to her hands and knees, she went to retrieve it.

A sturdy stick no larger than an ordinary dagger. Rhaella fiddled with it methodically. 

Rhaella dragged the stick back and forth against the whetted edge of the bed.

Distress morphed into persistence as she continued. The wood soon peeled back, forming a point comparable to that of a knife.

It must suffice.

“The next person,” Rhaella mumbled to herself. She sat at the side of the door, in animalistic hyperfocus.

Whoever dared come through the door next would become a corpse.

Rhaella had never killed before, not even a bug. However, she could feel that same misty aura, the one from her dreams. It was guiding her, encouraging her to fight.

Pressing against the side wall, Rhaella listened for anything. 

Her efforts were not in vain. Padded footsteps could be heard outside the door.

She would aim for the chest.

Slowly, the door opened as a figure stepped inside.

Briskly, Rhaella tackled the body to the floor, shank raised in hand.

It was Talya, the queen’s handmaid.

“Please, wait I’m here to help!” Talya squealed. 

Rhaella hesitated, contemplating. Talya had grown to be a great annoyance to her, always around every corner.

But to take her life? All the dark courage Rhaella had summoned quickly fizzled out.

She, who had no dragon, no tangible aspirations. Could she really take a life?

Rhaella drew her weapon to the side, keeping Talya’s body on the ground.

“Explain quickly, lest I change my mind,” Rhaella said.

Talya, in a panic, fumbled her words before straining out something coherent.

“I am here on behalf of Astris and the white worm,” Talya said, panicked eyes shifting to the wooden dagger.

“Astris?” Rhaella said, eyes blinking in perplexion. 

When she had left Pentos for Dragonstone, the lord offered her a handmaid as a parting gift.

Rhaella was sure it was just to please her father, however, when she caught the gaze of the black-haired beauty in front of her, everything fell silent.

Astris. A girl who had a strangeness equal to Rhaella herself. The two girls grew much and more fond of one another. It was when Astris was brushing Rhaella’s silver curls, they shared a kiss.

That had been many moons ago, as Astris was moved elsewhere.

For Talya to possess such knowledge of her, she must have been telling the truth.

“How do you know her?” Rhaella demanded. Her expression remained guarded.

“We are both spies for the White Worm, it was she who sent me to help you,” Talya explained.

Spy? White Worm? Rhaella reeled over the new information. She studied the frightened yet earnest expression on Talya’s face.

It was not as if Rhaella held many options in her grasp.

Rhaella carefully removed herself from Talya, allowing the maid to stand.

“Quickly, we do not have much time,” Talya said urgently. She walked to the wardrobe, pulling out a brown cloak.

Rhaella reluctantly accepted, pulling the hood over her head.

“My grandmother is still locked in her room, we must help her,” Rhaella said.

Talya grabbed Rhaella’s arm in assurance.

“She has already found help, Ser Arryk Cargyll is aiding her escape,” Talya said.

The two of them quietly stepped into the halls. Talya’s swift pace was one Rhaella followed suit. Although there was an endless stream of questions she wanted to ask, only one sentence left her.

“I’ll kill you if I find that you are lying,” Rhaella stated. 

Talya paused for a moment, looking at Rhaella with an annoyed expression.

“I’m here risking my neck for you, why on earth would I lie?” Talya scoffed.

She had a point. It’s not as if they had ever been friendly, nor had Rhaella paid her any mind.

They arrived at Maegor’s holdfast, doing well to remain vigilant of others.

Talya opened a door, gesturing for Rhaella to follow. The tunnels underground were mostly dark, save for the mounted torches on the walls. 

The way Talya strode cautiously yet confidently through the tunnels indicated to Rhaella that she had done this many many times before.

“I suppose it makes sense that you’re a spy, you’re always mousing around me,” Rhaella whispered.

Talya’s cheeks slightly flushed in embarrassment, the dark concealing the fact.

“You can be quite flippant I see” Talya hissed back. Rhaella simply shrugged.

“It’s not hard to wonder why the prince enjoys your company.”

Rhaella rolled her eyes at the comment. However, her retort was cut off by a loud boom that shook the tunnel.

Talya and Rhaella paused, glancing at each other. The source of noise must’ve been coming from the Dragon Pit.

“We must keep moving,” Talya said, grabbing Rhaella’s hand tightly.

They had nearly made it to the other side when a voice bellowed out, demanding them to stop.

“You two!” A guard shouted. Rhaella and Talya froze,not daring to move.

If they ran now, he would only follow. The guard approached them, drawing his sword.

Talya stepped in front, attempting to hide Rhaella’s face.

“What business do you have down here?” He asked.

“I am on an errand, by request of her grace the queen,” Talya said calmly.

“And you?” The guard called to Rhaella. 

“I am..assisting her,” Rhaella mumbled lamely. Her eyes remained downcast as they’d be an obvious giveaway.

Pushing Talya to the side, the guard grabbed Rhaella roughly, snatching the hood off of her.

“Lady Rhaella?” The guard said. Rhaella’s eyes darted to Talya, who shared her expression of fear.

“You were not to leave your quarters, by order of the queen,” He said.

‘His neck, drive your steak into it.’ A voice hissed inside of her. The familiar dark presence from her dreams had taken lodging in her day consciousness it seemed.

Flashes of her dreams, the green fire, and the dark figure polluted her mind.

And all the repressed rage, fear, and sorrow she carried manifested in that very moment. Something feral overtook her, seething and ripping inside her body.

A righteous violence took root in her.

Drawing the wooden shank, Rhaella stabbed it into the guard’s neck.

The guard was wide-eyed as he fell to the floor, blood gurgling in his throat.

Rhaella’s eyes followed him to the ground.

‘Finish it.’

Rhaella pulled the dagger from the guard’s neck, only to plunge it into his trachea.

Again. 

And again.

She could not stop. She would not stop. Rhaella’s grunts turned into a cry, formed from the deepest parts of her being.

“He’s dead, stop now!” Talya pleaded. She pulled Rhaella’s blood-soaked form from the guard.

Rhaella dropped her weapon to the ground as she let out heavy gasps. A certain rush perverted her blood. She looked down at the dark stains on the purple silks.

Talya dragged Rhaella to the ends of the tunnel, light giving way. There was no attempt to justify her actions and Talya dared not ask.

Had Rhaella’s actions been her own? She was not all sure. The whisper guided her,but it was her own hand that delieverd the blow.

She truly had gone mad. And her madness was now shared. 

#house of the dragon #black oc #oc character #aemond targaryen #daemon targaryen #baela targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #black reader #rhaena of pentos #aemond x reader #asoi #asoif fanfic #aso #asoiaf #fanfic #hold #hot #hotd aemond

[graylinesspam]

Glad you’re finally updating your ASOI series!! haven’t heard about it in a while

Speaking of… I had a thought the other day about the public’s view on the clones (and I had no one to share it with so I’ll just dump it in your ask box if you don’t mind)

Anyway, civilians in most of the clone centric fics I read are very hostile towards clones for some reason and I find it very implausible.

Just think of it, there are genetically modified soldiers who are badass, wear cool armor and are also extremely hot.

And now imagine if that happened in real life… I really think people would love them and also sympathize with them due to them technically being slaves. And Ahsoka’s interviews would only add fuel to the fire because now they have NAMES and can hear stories of their beloved heroes.

But what’s more important, everyone would be thirsting over them.

And what happens in real life when people unanimously thirst over someone? They make edits. They make edits and write fanfiction and create whole ass blogs dedicated to the object of their thirst.

I bet the boys constantly record holos of them being badasses on the frontlines and a lot of recordings would mysteriously end up leaked, so the editors would have more than enough material

I can imagine Ahsoka sending Rex some holo and it’s an edit of him to the most unholy track you’ve ever heard which has like a billion likes and WILDING comments (something among the lines of “he walks like it’s heavy” with the replies “I can hold it for him”). He honestly doesn’t know how to react to that, like he is mortified (and a bit flattered really).

And some parts of it might actually be cannon given how many girls hang out at 79’s, they definitely know where the good stuff is ;)

And then the fangirls become a big group of clone-sympathizers who go on strikes for for clones’ rights and it somehow leads to the discovery of the chips and somehow palpatine dies and order you-know-what never happens and the war ends and clones get refund for years of service and everyone lives happily ever after. Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

No but this 1000% percent. You nailed it in one. Theres already a lot of bad feelings toward the jedi that Palpatine has been sowing the seeds for a long time. So I'd be hesitant to say that the citizens are immidietly chill with the clones. That's just not how the propaganda machine works. Especially since pretty much the only reactions the citizens have to the clones in cannon are negative. HOWEVER, firstly the anti-clone protests are primarily on Coruscant where the clones are not doing anything positive, they're acting as an unwelcome military police (which is literally always bad) or they're being drunk and disorderly in public (which is objectively funny).

But as for the rest of the galaxy? especially the planets where the clones are actively doing some good? GIRL. The republic is trying to portray the clones as a professional unified military force, but Ahsoka totally undermines all of that by bringing clone business to public attention. And as internet culture always does the citizens have a fucking field day with every scrap of information she gives up.

Like babes you have no idea how much of this AU is fueled by me joke watching clone thirst traps and thinking "I bet this would actually happen in SW" It starts with the public hounding her for details about Anakin cuz he's like a heart throb and she's all like "can we talk about anything other than how bad you all want to fuck him?" and she insists on talking about the clones instead, so all these thirsty ass hos who've hopped on the stream to hear some juicy Anakin content get introduced to a ROSTER of clones instead and some are like "y'know they are kinda cute" and then theres simps and people asking all kinds of questions about them and Ahsoka's doing shitty personality breakdowns.

I just don't know how to write that content in a way that's like Interesting. like just get on tiktok yourself i guess.

But like also Ahsoka reading the guys to filth too. Like she starts hyping them up then realizes that she's just fueling the simps so she just starts being painfully honest with the fangirls about their favorite clones.

like "wolffe girlies, I hate to tell you this, He does not give a fuck about you. He is not the grumpy to your sunshine. the man is a surely old bastard. He's like 6 I think? doesn't matter he was born a pissed off old man. He doesn't like you. He'll never like you. He likes exactly five people in the entire galaxy and I'm not even on that list anymore. And you don't even want to know what I had to do to get on it. Please realize that you are not special and he's not secretly soft and protective on the inside. He will hurt you're feelings."

And when I say that she is ALWAYS ragging on Fives. Every time she compliments him she has to pause and say "This is just gonna go to his head." And she takes every chance possible to humble him. "He might be one of my favorite brothers and one of the best men I've ever known but he's a fucking disaster. If it wasn't for my entire force ability and the best luck streak I've ever seen he'd be dead." She knows he thinks he's a hot shot ladie's man and she will NOT support his ego.

With Rex though? GIRL! Ahsoka shows such obvious favoritism for Rex. She shares the most information about him and his fandom absolutely pops off. He is that clone. footage of him and his easy-to-identify blonde hair absolutely flood the fan sites. THE EDITS??? THE COMMENT SECTIONS????? But Ahsoka's like nah that's MY Captain. (I don't ship them at all but I do think of Ahsoka as a very possessive person and Rex is literally her platonic soul mate) Like she's split between saying "Of course Rex has the biggest fanbase he's the single best man in the galaxy. literally, the only man who hasn't disappointed me. he's perfect of course they like him." but then also, "None of you are good enough for him. You should be honored if he shows interest in you on account of him being perfection incarnate"

The clone fandom in my Au mimics the actual one quite a lot including the small personality traits of the clones being way over exaggerated and then universally accepted. Like Kix gaining popularity bc Ahsoka still responds to all questions about her health and wellbeing with quips like "Of course I took my meds, wouldn't want an angry medic on me" and "Yes i disinfected the wound. If I didn't Kix might have a stroke" or one time she shook a vitimin bottle and said "See Kix, I'm responsible, I'm taking them."

I could seriously go on forever like this, I've practically written an essay already. But yeah. You get it.

#star wars #ahsoka tano #clone wars #sw tcw #tcw #anakin skywalker #fanfic #501st #captain rex #ASOI #this post is unedited sorry if it's illegible

[krittec]

house of the dragon fandom could be so much fun if people stopped trying to doxx each other over which character you side with or yapping in your ears about how you’re wrong (with their interpretations)

rhaenicents are my favourites because they’re always in the trenches but stick to it, thats true asoi&f energy. why can’t we have that level of fun like we had with game of thrones, less fighty fighty more holding hands and writing fix it fanfiction

#this is mostly a joke #i just want to yap but no one to tap too because my friends are BUSY or on FLIGHTS #the ‘alicent you are the father’ jokes or vice versa with nyra never fails to amuse me #bc the casting is so good in that fashion #i’m gonna put you ALL in the get together shirt if you don’t get along #rhaenicent reminds me of dansa and i loved that era #borne again #i am no team i remind i am only an anti of some characters like daemon #house of the dragon #hotd #game of thrones #asoi&f #alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra x alicent

[mudstoneabyss]

Redraw of our first Asoi drawing 👍

#joyousillustrations #oc tag #asoi cosmisis

[lytorika]

"zydrate comes in a little glass vial" etc etc etc you know the rest

#illustration #oc #original character #johann tyto #asoi cosmisis #blood #blood but in a sexy vampire way not the gory stuff i need a separate tag for this specifically /j

[plio-cavedeposits]

ah, of course asoi*af fandom continues to be the most annoying fandom ever and continues to be weird about teenager characters

#ela texts #sorry for relapsing again #sometimes i see glimpses of other fandoms and i think wow at least asoi*f fandom seemed more mature and then i get a reminder

[asoi00]

asoiさんはやる気はあるのに、行動に移せない時ってどうしていますか？忙しさから解放されて、せっかく絵が描けるのに面倒くさがってしまう癖を治したいです。

asoiさんがたくさん絵を描かれているのを見て、それがなんだかとても楽しそうに見えて、いつもやる気を貰えています。ありがとうございます。

やるぞと思うと妙なプレッシャーがかかるので、お絵かきしている時としていない時の境界を薄くして描く機会を増やしました

#ask

[warsofasoiaf]

If a person were to recommend aSoI&F to a potential reader, and when the new reader expressed reservations about starting an unfinished series, and the veteran suggested that GRRM would probably have it finished by the time they got caught up ... is that bad, per se? Like on a scale of aSoI&F liars, ranging from Arya ("the lie was not without honor"), down, where would you rank it?

It's not a lie. It's a guess that turned out to be wrong.

-SLAL

[graylinesspam]

Been trying to sparse out some thoughts on Ahsoka handling the ASOI timeline events. Been trying to figure out which elements actually fit into the story and which I just day dream about a lot. Themes that continue to pop up include:

Ahsoka spends years hearing about how much of a trouble maker Anakin was as a padawan. How much he snuck away from the temple and participated in illegal street racing and got arrested.

Ahsoka proceeds to join a speeder board racing ring to make some money when it's clear that few legitimate businesses are willing to hire someone with such a famous face.

She makes decent money racing but finds her talents in mechanics lead to better opportunities. Still she races occasionally when she needs the extra income.

Several times footage of the races have ended up on the holonews and Ahsoka skating around the nasty alleys of Coruscant in her iconic big pants little shirt outfits become big news.

Some jedi masters talk shit about her for this. Ahsoka retaliates against the shit-talking in very specific keep my name out of your mouth kinda ways

Ahsoka as a celebrity makes some friends with other famous kids/young adults which goes pretty portly for her. Whether it's getting made fun of for not profiting off her career/ being poor. Or having rumors constantly flying around about who she's sleeping with. Or just not having the freedom to relax and dance at a party without footage of her showing up on news sights and tabloid covers bitching about how inappropriate it is for a young Togruta girl to 'behave so provocatively in public'. She cannot catch a break. Turns out rich kids are just not good company.

Ahsoka takes up drinking. Let's be honest she's like 16/17 and loose on Coruscant at the lowest point of her life. Every decision she makes is wrong in some way and she can't escape the gaping loneliness. It makes sense for her to drink. Not enough to be a lasting problem but she definitely gets in trouble.

The coruscant guard is some kind of fucked up about hunting her. Ahsoka is spotted by several troopers visibly flinching away when she sees them in the street and because of this, they do their best to respectfully avoid her.

This also becomes kind of a superpower for her because no matter how many illegal races she participates in or how many government buildings she breaks into they refuse to arrest her. Fox feels so bad about everything that he ordered them not to even speak to her.

With the exception of ending up in the Drunk tank a couple of times Ahsoka never interacts with the Corrie guard.

Also on a few occasions. (at really really low points for her) Ahsoka disguises herself with a shit ton of makeup baggy clothes and a hooded cloak and sneaks into 49s just to sit in a corner and listen to the men act a fool.

She's not nearly as subtle as she thinks (come on a hood is a jedi regulation disguise). And a few clones have tattled on her to her brothers. But she never shows up when any of the 501st are planet side.

Ahsoka also gets a tattoo on her wrist. It starts as just Echo's handprint. Something blue and super small, subtle even. And it ends up being a whole charm bracelet of subtle clone symbols all around her wrist. (I always think of Scarlet Johanson's tattoo).

Ahsoka has to start wearing a head covering over her montrals because of 'cultural modesty' shit like so many of the twi'leks do through out star wars. She doesn't do it by choice tho.

#star wars #ahsoka tano #clone wars #sw tcw #tcw #ASOI

[krittec]

I need a portion of the HoTD fandom to sit down and stop being so overtly horrible towards actors and actresses simply doing their job and getting into the minds of their characters to do a better job, then being berated by people because it doesn’t fit their personal understanding of a character that they don’t play or spend elongated time in the mind of.

This goes extra for the women of the show because I’m sick of seeing ‘Cunt’ and ‘Bitch’ being thrown around because someone explained how the character they play saw a situation, or saw themselves in that moment because it’s always a vital way to play a character or give insight.

Some of y’all are no better than some of the characters in this show. It is a fictional TV show at the end of the day, take a damn walk if you feel the need to harass someone for no good reason.

#the actors are going to have a better understanding on the characters #spending time in outfit and with the script writers plus getting vital information from georgie himself #than someone who read a biased version of a fake history book #can we be honest and stop attacking people now #let’s also recognise that show canon and book canon are likely different as with the main series #y’all are so lucky the actors haven’t snapped back yet #i’m so close to deleting twitter and tiktok #house of the dragon #game of thrones #hotd #got #asoi&f #a song of ice and fire

[mudstoneabyss]

chilling :)

#oc tag #asoi cosmisis #joyousillustrations

[lytorika]

friend: hey do you wanna play in this campaign next year

me: sure

me 5 seconds later: ok so i wrote up 3 pages of lore while you weren't looking and roped my partner into letting me be part of their backstory, here's the 1 hour 30 minutes playlist. I will be starting 6 animatics within the next 5 business days

(asoi belongs to @mudstoneabyss )

#illustration #oc #original character #johann tyto #asoi cosmisis #pose and general theme stolen from Lucifer by shimon (¿?) #great song have mostly been listening to the cover by trickle and had to get it out of my system /j #i feel like i overdid it with elements this time but i had to distract from the fact i have no clue how the pose/anatomy works/j

[idololivine]

sorry im always in yalls askboxes but ASOI has me gripped. especially loving olivine gaining his emotional support eiden in every verse in every way and his new support group of Varying Sizes of Hockey Men going absolutely apeshit in the stands when quincy goes back to skating. who needs pom poms when you can get nip tassels to shake around when the BDSM on ice really gets going. beef on ice!!!!!!

emotional support eiden!!!! I love eioli. even if the au isn't eioli I still love having emotional support eiden.

big crew of BIG hockey skaters cheering on their figure skating buddies... BDSM on ice... beef on ice...!

#asks #Anonymous

[snackpointcharlie]

Music from elsewhere and beyond for you to tune in, turn on, freak out, and go deep into the heart of creation at the center of the universe. Or something. 10pm tonight on WGXC, 90.7-FM in the Hudson Valley and streaming 24/7 at wgxc.org or UPDATE: download the podcast at the link below

Snackpoint Charlie - Transmission 136 - 2024.04.03 https://wavefarm.org/wf/archive/asfrfb [ ^ click for download ^ ]

PLAYLIST

1) Alice Coltrane - “Journey in Satchidananda” from THE CARNEGIE HALL CONCERT https://aquariumdrunkard.com/2024/03/21/alice-coltrane-the-carnegie-hall-concert/

(underbed throughout:) Pinchas Gurevich - “Whataboutism”

2) Gus Vali - “Telly” from CHIMERA - A FANTASY IN JAZZ ROCK MID-EAST SOUNDS https://www.discogs.com/release/2391349-Gus-Vali-Chimera

3) John Sinclair & His Blues Scholars - “I Talk to the Spirits” from FULL CIRCLE https://www.discogs.com/release/4433050-John-Sinclair-His-Blues-Scholars-Featuring-Wayne-Kramer-Full-Circle

4) Jesse Paul Miller - “Ancient Wave Travelers” from DREAM BOXES AND PSYCHIC MICROPHONES • RADIO AND OTHER SOUNDS FROM SOUTHEAST ASIA 2008 - 2017 https://jessepaulmiller.bandcamp.com/album/dream-boxes-and-psychic-microphones-radio-and-other-sounds-from-southeast-asia-2008-2017

5) Ron English - “Bees” from JOHN SINCLAIR PRESENTS DETROIT ARTISTS WORKSHOP https://strut.bandcamp.com/album/john-sinclair-presents-detroit-artists-workshop

6) Dimi Mint Abba and Nema Mint Choueikh w/Luleide ould Dendenni, Mohamed ould Deddah ould Choueikh, and Mohamed ould Seymali - excerpt from MOROCCAN SAHRAOUI EVENT (A MYSTERY TAPE FROM MAURITANIA) https://hivemindrecords.bandcamp.com/album/a-mystery-tape-from-mauritania

7) Khruangbin - “May Ninth” from A LA SALA https://khruangbin.bandcamp.com/album/a-la-sala

8) Street Musician of Yogyakarta - “Asoi” from STREET MUSICIANS OF YOGYAKARTA https://mississippirecords.bandcamp.com/album/street-musicians-of-yogyakarta

9) Kyle Tierce - “Interlocking Questions” from THE FIVE FINGERS OF A DOG (ORIGINAL SOUNDTRACK) https://superspectrum.bandcamp.com/album/the-five-fingers-of-a-dog-original-soundtrack

10) Jesse Paul Miller - “Radio Cambodia” from DREAM BOXES AND PSYCHIC MICROPHONES • RADIO AND OTHER SOUNDS FROM SOUTHEAST ASIA 2008 - 2017 https://jessepaulmiller.bandcamp.com/album/dream-boxes-and-psychic-microphones-radio-and-other-sounds-from-southeast-asia-2008-2017

11) Nadah El Shazly & Elvin Brandhi - CAIRO ???” from POLLUTION OPERA https://pollutionopera.bandcamp.com/album/pollution-opera

12) Ludwig Berger - “Apparent Heart” from SPECIES LONELINESS https://ludwigberger.bandcamp.com/album/species-loneliness

13) Faust - “Stay or Leave” from MOMENTAUFNAHME IV https://faust.bandcamp.com/album/momentaufnahme-iv-2

14) La Monte Young & Marian Zazeela - “31 VII 69 10:26 - 10:49 PM (a section of Map of 49's Dream the Two Systems of Eleven Sets of Galactic Intervals Ornamental Lightyears Tracery)” from 31 VII 69 10:26-10:49 PM / 23 VIII 64 2:50:45-3:11 AM THE VOLGA DELTA (aka THE BLACK ALBUM) https://www.melafoundation.org/lmy.htm https://www.superiorviaduct.com/collections/la-monte-young-marian-zazeela

15) Ragnar Johnson & Jessica Mayer – “Mo-mo” from SPIRIT CRY FLUTES AND BAMBOO JEWS HARPS FROM PAPUA NEW GUINEA : EASTERN HIGHLANDS & MADANG https://ideologicorgan.bandcamp.com/album/spirit-cry-flutes-and-bamboo-jews-harps-from-papua-new-guinea-eastern-highlands-and-madang

16) Lea Bertucci - “Of Shadow and Substance (excerpt)” from OF SHADOW AND SUBSTANCE https://leabertucci.bandcamp.com/album/of-shadow-and-substance

17) John Bence - Raphael, Archangel of Tiphareth” from ARCHANGELS https://johnbence.bandcamp.com/album/archangels

18) Jesse Paul Miller - “Radio Wat Thailand I&II” from DREAM BOXES AND PSYCHIC MICROPHONES • RADIO AND OTHER SOUNDS FROM SOUTHEAST ASIA 2008 - 2017 https://jessepaulmiller.bandcamp.com/album/dream-boxes-and-psychic-microphones-radio-and-other-sounds-from-southeast-asia-2008-2017

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