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daenerysies · 6 days

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deep diving into the episode three line from rhaenyra, “no one is here for me,” and how if the takeaway from that scene is that rhaenyra is a selfish brat you aren’t proficient enough to do anything past surface-level reading.

in episode one rhaenyra expresses to alicent that she hopes her father gets his son, “for as long as i can recall it’s all he’s wanted.” which leads us (the audience) to understand that while rhaenyra loves both of her parents she feels ostracized from her father (and mayhaps even her mother, to some extent, because of her constant pregnancies) due to his ‘need’ for a son to continue the targaryen dynasty. she is a daughter, only seen as valuable for her womb, which is evidenced that she knows about when talking to her mother. rhaenyra wishes to be a knight and ride off to battle and glory, with aemma giving her a gentle reality check on her lot in life. she does not want to serve the same purpose as her mother.

aemma dies near the end of the episode, with viserys ordering her butchered for the chance that his long-awaited male heir might live. this is a violent and gruesome scene, followed by rhaenyra not even being given the privilege of hearing her mother’s death first. she is instead relegated to members of the small council being alerted, even corlys and rhaenys learning about this before her, she is a silent member on the sidelines. she does not know the extent of what has happened, but she knows that something is wrong.

we have to think about how she learns of her mother’s fate. did otto tell her? did rhaenys? did viserys? did she see her mother’s body ripped open? did she see the bloody sheets left at the scene? was she allowed to hold baby baelon, considering he didn’t die immediately? was she there when he took his last breath? maybe it would bring her some comfort, she didn’t get to say goodbye to her mom. maybe she held him until he passed. did her father offer any explanation? we’ll never know, but these are all such heavy questions in regards to what she experienced that day. she’s fourteen, has spent her entire life watching her mother grieve dead baby after dead baby, losing little bits of herself in the process. it’s no wonder this was a traumatizing period for her, fueling her want (her need) to not be shackled down by marriage and childbirth.

even at her mother and brother’s funeral she isn’t allowed to just grieve, to just be. she has to hold her head high, she has to comfort her father, she has to order their corpses burned. was her father happy for the few hours he had a son? she wouldn’t know, she never will be that for him. how long does he spend wallowing is his self pity? he reprimands daemon for not being there for his niece, but where was he, her father? he banishes daemon, takes comfort from his daughter’s best friend. he finally comes to her, tells her of a great danger rising from the north; from my blood comes the prince that was promised, his will be the song of ice and fire. she hasn’t heard from him in days, a targaryen must be seated on the iron throne to unite the realm against the cold and the dark. her mother is dead, and he has wasted the years since she was born wanting a son. she is now enough, her mother never was.

it has now been six months since her mother's death (murder), and she has been heir the *entire* time. her father won't talk to her, she is still the cupbearer for the small council. lord corlys is angry about a war he says has cost him, the crown will not help. she suggests they use dragons, a show of force against their enemies. her father admonishes her, "it isn't that simple, rhaenyra." he allows the lords at the table to belittle her efforts. the only one appreciative is corlys, "at least the princess has a plan." otto says there are better uses for her talents, she has been heir to the iron throne for six months. she's been given the chance to choose a future kingsguard, she wants one with actual combat experience. the hand is exacerbated, she is firm in her decision. ser criston cole will be the replacement for ser ryam redwyne.

alicent has been visiting her father in his private chambers secretly, corlys wants his daughter to be the next queen. viserys begins openly courting lady laena of house velaryon. rhaenyra and alicent visit the sept, she expresses her worry, her mother has only dead for half a year. the lords seek to replace her, alicent convinces her that she cannot worry about the plots of lords and men, she is the heir, however. why shouldn't she worry? she misses her mother.

she meets with her father, he reassures her, "i loved your mother very much." she apologizes for speaking out of turn at the small council meeting, he tells her she will learn (will he be the one to teach her, though?) daemon has taken a dragon's egg and seized dragonstone, bringing news of his future marriage to lady mysaria. the king means to go himself to stop him, otto will not let him. daemon took baelon's egg. rhaenyra is angry. she reaches dragonstone just after otto's party, she knows they were about to come to blows. she confronts daemon, she is the reason he was disinherited. if he kills her, he'd be done with all this bother. daemon scoffs, walking away from her. he throws the egg whilst still retreating. rhaenyra smiles and leaves. her father is mad once he learns what she's done. she left without his permission, but she retrieved the egg and prevented bloodshed, he should be pleased with her efforts. otto would never have been able to accomplish what she did, he relents.

rhaenys lectures her about the order of things. the realm will never accept a woman ascending the iron throne, but it's different for her. her father is the king, rhaenys' father dies as a prince. her father made the lords of the realm swear obeisance to her, rhaenys never had such a thing. the lords chose viserys over rhaenys at the great council, viserys has not given them a choice. rhaenys is the the queen who never was, rhaenyra is the queen to be. when she is queen she will create a new order, rhaenys warns there will be war (unfortunately she is right).

another meeting takes place between father and daughter. he must take a new wife, someone to help propagate the targaryen line. they are vulerable, to easily ended. rhaenyra understands, it is his duty as king. obviously he will marry laena, the daughter of one of the most powerful houses in the realm and of pure valyrian stock, it is a fine match. alicent is still visiting her father in secret.

her father calls a small council meeting, he means to announce his next wife. rhaenyra is ready, she gave him her blessing (why is alicent here? she never has been before.) her father starts speaking, "i intend to marry... the lady alicent hightower." corlys is enraged, otto is pleased, alicent is anxious. rhaenyra was ready, it has all fallen apart. alicent is her best friend, that friendship dies before her very eyes. she runs from the room.

it has been two years. viserys and alicent are married, and they have a son, with one more baby on the way. the boy's name is aegon, it is his second birthday. he has past his infancy, the lords believe it is only a matter of time until the king names him heir, rhaenyra is well aware of this. the queen visits the godswood where rhaenyra sits. she overrides rhaenyra's authority, commanding the singer to leave. she states the king wishes for her to join them, he wants them to have fun as a family. they do not need her to celebrate his long-awaited son. it is the king's command, she leaves unhappily. alicent wishes for things to be different, rhaenyra knows they never can be.

together they all sit, traveling towards the kingswood. rhaenyra asks after alicent's well-being, viserys reminds her that she will be in this position sooner than late (the same position that killed her mother). "it isn't so bad, the days are long but aegon came quickly and without fuss." the queen states. rhaenyra is hurt, she tries not to show it. the king reminds her she has duties, rhaenyra retorts sarcastically. how long will these duties last, once her father names alicent's son as heir over her? her life will be forfeit before long. no one is here for her.

"no one is here for me." translates to "no one has been here for me. i’ve been alone and angry and terrified for years. i am my father’s heir, but what does that mean? what will it cost? you put me here. daemon put me here. alicent put me here. you have a son now, he outlived baelon and my other siblings. how long until i am cast aside again? made to be some petty lord's wife, made to be a broodmare until it kills me? i don't want to end up like my mother. this heirship is all i have. it will soon no longer be mine. i'm only seventeen. no one is here for me."

rhaenyra is never shown the same amount of grace as alicent for her strifes and anguish in life, for the fact that she too was a child from episodes one through five. rhaenyra might not have been a child bride, but she still spent her life being told she was never enough. she was not a boy, she could not be the heir, her father needed an heir. he kills her mother for it, he ignores her unless she can benefit him. he makes her believe that he will marry laena, only to blindside her by marrying alicent. she realizes alicent has been lying to her for months. her father continues to undermine her throughout the years. he names her heir to spite daemon, which she admits she knows about in episode two. he allows the lords to ignore her. it takes him two years to reassure her he won't replace her. rhaenyra is an angsty teen who has seemingly lost everything and has no support to counter that. she is not upset that no one showed up to a two-year-olds birthday party with her in mind, she is upset that her father continuously overlooks her, that he takes and takes and takes everything from her. he took her mother, he took daemon, he took alicent, he had a son. she has not been able to catch a break due to her father's selfishness. in all honesty, she should have acted out worse, maybe burn everything to the ground. viserys would deserve it, she was far too lenient with him.

#house of the dragon #rhaenyra targaryen #pro rhaenyra targaryen #in defense of rhaenyra targaryen #anti viserys i targaryen #team black #pro team black #anti team green #anti team green stans #hotd meta #i wrote most of this within the past two hours #if you see any typos no you didn't #putting the anti tg tags bc its always them calling rhaenyra a selfish brat #that is my wife i will not let you slander her

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bohemian-nights · 11 months

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Rhaenyra’s orders only pertained to Nettles. They never extended to Daemon. She did not “divorce” him. He could have “gone home” back to his wife if he wanted to.

Many Daemyra shippers like to claim that Daemon offed himself because Rhaenyra lost trust in him. He just couldn’t go on cause his Valyrian queen didn’t want him no anymore.

Let me clarify: this is a fanon theory that has no basis in canon. When I mean no basis I mean that it has absolutely 0 truth to it. Let’s look at the evidence shall we:

This is the passage of Fire & Blood where Rhaenyra sends out her kill orders for Nettles. Notice what’s missing? The part where Rhaenyra says she never wants to see Daemon again and is “divorcing him.” Why is it missing? Because it does not exist.

Pay close attention to the last highlighted section. Where Rhaenyra orders Nettles to be murdered in order for Daemon to be freed.

Rhaenyra believed that if she murdered Nettles whatever “spell” she cast on Daemon(because she like this fandom seem to believe that Daemon could never actually want Nettles unless to groom her or to just get his jollies off)would go away and he’d be back by her side with no conflict of interest as if it never happened.

In case that is somehow not enough evidence:

The last highlighted sentence explicitly states that Rhaenyra communicated in the letter(which Daemon read) that she did not want him harmed. She wanted Daemon alive and well.

See Rhaenyra actually needed Daemon(and his dragon) because contrary to what these stans try to say, her greatest threat was not Aemond. It was Daeron and his army:

(Mind you he was considered Rhaenyra’s greatest threat even before Ulf and Hugh betrayed her and joined up with Daeron. So even if Daemon did not know about the betrayal, which I imagine it was in the letter with Nettles' kill orders, he would know that Daeron was the biggest threat to her reign and safety).

Daemon dead or banishing him from her side would be an absolute no-go. After accusing Addam Velaryon of betraying her, Rhaenyra was down to about two dragons(Syraxes and Tyraxes) at her disposal.

(Judging by how she reacted to Joffrey trying to save his dragon during the storming of the Dragonpit, she was not going to let her son and heir go into battle on Tyraxes).

The Greens had about four full-grown dragons (even leaving out Sunfyre and Dreamfyre) on their side. Rhaenyra needed Daemon alive and whole if she wanted to win the war because without him her reign was finished.

Daemon would know this. Even if he killed Aemond he would know that Rhaenyra’s days would be numbered against the great southern army.

Does Daemon leave Maidenpool the moment that letter is in his hands to go to his wife and queen, “the love of his life,” who desperately needed him? Nope:

He reads the letter. Is in a bit of a daze cause he can’t believe what he is reading. A daze which he only comes out of it when Nettles asks him what was written in that later that had turned him so gray. It was her execution letter. He unsheathes his sword for her. Against his wife and queens orders.

He was going to fight through Lord Mooton’s men singlehandly for her. Daemon the kinslayer, the murderer of babes, unsheathes his sword for plain old dirty unwashed Nettles who no one would really miss if she were dead. No one except him.

(This is why I can not understand when people say Daemon “abused” Nettles or that he did not love her. He literally was going to give his life for hers. What is love if not sacrifice and what is the ultimate sacrifice if not giving your life so that the one you love can live?)

Now you might be thinking, well he saved Nettles, that doesn’t mean that he couldn’t go back to Rhaenyra when that business was done. So does he? Nope:

Daemon makes sure Nettles gets to safety then leaves for Harrenhal without following Rhaenyra’s orders in any capacity.

Rhaenyra overplayed her hand. She underestimated how much Daemon actually cared for Nettles. It cost her life in the end. After isolating herself by ordering all those arrests and deaths, she did not survive the year's end. Nettles would be murder helped to seal her fate because it caused her to lose the loyalty of her husband(and his dragon) who chose the woman who “bewitched” him over her.

I can not stress this enough, Daemon did not get sad cause “Nyra” did not love him no more. Rhaenyra never lost her fate in him. She blamed his “dalliance” with Nettles on spells.

She wanted him back by her side, therefore he could’ve gone back “home” at any time and the whole Nettles business would have been forgotten, but Daemon got sick of her bs, saved the woman who he loved, and bounced 🤷🏽‍♀️ He could’ve helped Rhaenyra win the war, but he chose to end it all rather than go back to her:

Or survived and found his way back to his Netty:

But that’s not popular even though it has way more canonical basis than Daemon died for Nyra.

So if it’s not true that Daemon lived, ate, sh*t for Rhaenyra until his dying day, and then offed himself cause he couldn’t take her not wanting him anymore, then why are Daemyra stans lying? Cause they don’t like that Daemon chose Nettles over Rhaenyra. A girl who should be less than their Valyrian queen.

#this is why I call d*emyra dumbnyra #the fans are about as smart as a bag of rocks #that’s me being nice cause I could call them racist pieces of delusional garbage which is what they are 🤷🏽‍♀️#and fettles stans(nettles ‘fans’) aren’t much better #nettles #daemon targaryen #daemon x nettles #nettles x daemon #daemon targaryen x nettles #hotd #daetty #dattles #dettles #house of the dragon #hotd spoilers #anti daemyra #rhaenyra targaryen #protect nettles from this fandom ✊🏽#this has been another addition of hotd fans can’t f*cking read because it triggers them that their fave isn’t 1 #very unserious people in this fandom #I’m convinced that if GRRM had put in that Daemon tattooed ‘I love Netty’ on his forehead #one third of the fandom would say it was a misprint and that he meant ‘I love the one true queen Nyra’#another third would say it meant ‘I love my daughter Netty’#and then the final third would say it meant ‘I love grooming Netty’#🤦🏽‍♀️#anti hotd fandom #are you guys actually dumb or is this all just an act?#hotd commentary #bncommentary

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iamthecomet · 1 year

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Mushy May Day 15

Prompt: Standing Up For Them Rating: M for Murder Ghouls Pairing: Cumulus/Dewdrop Featuring: Siblings being straight up assholes. Cumulus knitting. Ghouls who stand up for themselves, and each other. Implied Murder. Graphic violence in the form of fantasy. No actual blood, but lots of thinking about blood. Word Count: 1100 Read it under the cut or on AO3.

Siblings are a liability. Dew would honestly prefer that they weren’t here at all. If they didn’t make for a decent food source to pick from—he’d actively campaign against them. Show up in Sister’s office, put his feet up on the desk, bat his eyes for her the way he knows she likes and say: what do we need them for anyway?

But. They tend to prove useful in the end. Eviscerated and splattered across the flagstones in the courtyard, or torn to pieces under the surface of the lake. They’re an easy food source. No real hunting. No effort. Just a pretty smile, and a waggle of his fingers and they follow him, every time. Thinking they’re lucky. That they’ve caught his eye. That he’s going to shove their face into the dirt and fuck them into next week and they will be put on a pedestal by their friends. Never thinking of jealousy. Never thinking of how if he really did fuck them and let them go, they’d go back to animosity. To cold shoulders and upturned noses, and endless paths of pain and rejection.

Swiss does that sometimes. Plays with his food. Lets them think he really does want them. Gets to get off and get fed. But it’s a long game. And Dew doesn’t have the patience for it. He just wants to maim, and kill, and feel thick sticky blood start to dry between the spaces of his fingers. He doesn’t care about fucking them. It’s never even any good, not worth it. And really, they’re awful. Humans are awful. Gross and mean and filled with a seemingly endless need to make others suffer. To drag others down in order to put themselves higher.

Why would he want to fuck them when they do shit like this.

Cumulus is sitting at the end of the hallway. Nestled into one of the padded benches under a southern window. Mid-spring sun slanting over her body, as she knits. Ball of yarn nestled between her feet. Fingers flying over her needles. Her cheeks are flushed red.

Dew hears the peal of cruel laughter before he actually registers what’s happening. There are two brothers of sin leaning on either side of the hallway. Big, broad. White. The kind of men who think they’ve been gifted the world at birth—and no one has ever bothered to tell them otherwise. They don’t belong here. Even the worst siblings are gentler than men like this. They have values, otherwise they wouldn’t have devoted their lives to a Satanic church. But these guys? Dew can’t figure them out. He’s seen them around before. Leaning against other walls. Eyes crawling up Sunshine and Cirrus’ bodies like something they want to own.

Like Cirrus wouldn’t rip their eyes out and eat them in front of them just for the suggestion.

They’re predatory. Which is laughable considering if Cumulus wanted to she could have them both dead in a handful of seconds. Dew watches from around the corner and sees her shrink further into herself as they talk about her like she isn’t there.

Like she’s a cut of meat to be appraised before consumption.

Dew doesn’t even want to bother with them, doesn’t want to sink his fangs into them and takes the bitter tang of their entitlement.

“Can you fuck off?” Cumulus asks, a bite in her voice she only reserves for when she really means it. “I’m busy.”

One of the guys snorts. “She thinks she’s too good for us.”

“Like I’d want to fuck her anyway,” the other one spits.

“Like she’d fucking let you.” Dew bites out as he steps around the corner. Cumulus can fight this battle all on her own, he knows it. He’s not in the business of being a hero. But he can feel disgust crawling through his veins. And Cumulus is pack. He loves her in a way that humanity has no hope of understanding.

“You can go now,” he adds, waving them off with a dismissive hand.

The guys look over at Dew. They drag their eyes up and down his frame, and one of them laughs.

“You gonna make us, pipsqueak?”

Dew shrugs. He sits down on the window seat next to Cumulus. Picks up her ball of yarn and cradles it in his lap as he leans against her knees.

“No,” Dew scoffs. “Just can’t figure out why you’re standing here staring at us.”

He pulls his phone from his pocket and feigns interest in it. Cumulus reaches up and scratches her fingers through Dew’s hair before she goes back to her knitting. He leans against her a little more. He looks back up after a minute or two, finds the Brothers still standing there. Arms crossed. He can practically see the gears turning in their brains. Trying to think of just the right thing to say to bring Cumulus and Dew down a few pegs, while also enticing Cumulus to sit on their faces, or dicks, or whatever extremity they think will make her wettest.

Dew presses a soft kiss to her bare knee. Then flicks his eyes up to the Brothers.

“You’re still here? I didn’t you were so into knitting.”

“I told you to fuck off,” Cumulus says, voice bored now.

The men huff, inconvenienced by their own bullshit. And stride off, making a shitty muffled comment that Dew can’t quite hear. The laughter that follows—all bravado—echoes down the hallway.

“I’ll kill them for you. What do you want? A rib? Finger bones? Teeth?”

Cumulus laughs softly, eyes cast down to her knitting, the ball of yarn rolling in Dew’s palms.

“I can do that myself you know.”

“Trust me,” Dew whispers, turning his head to press his lips to the inside of her knee again, lips working against it as he speaks. “I know you can. I’m just saying if you don’t want to get your hands dirty, I’ll do it. I want to. Let me?”

Cumulus sighs. She puts her knitting aside and scratches her fingers against Dew’s scalp again, shifting to run her fingers through his hair, working out small knots as he leans against her legs. They fall into silence. Dew gives up on his fantasy of ripping those boys into tiny pieces, of warm bitter blood spraying over his face as he tears out their throats.

Cumulus pulls her hands away from Dew’s hair, he hears the sound of the knitting needles clacking together again, rhythmic. The sound and the sun pooling on his skin is lulling him toward sleep.

She sighs, content. “Bring me their teeth.”

#Comet writes #mushy may #murder ghouls #Cumulus ghoulette #Dewdrop ghoul #ghost fic #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfiction #I will get to day 14 eventually #murder ghouls just wouldn't let me write anything else

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nocturnalghoul · 4 months

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Call Off Your Bloodhounds

Okay this is something that I thought of the idea and then started writing only to scrap it and start over like 3 times, so I’m happy to finally have it done. I started out with the intent of writing evil irredeemable special, but then took a wrong turn somewhere and ended up with Special who uses his brotherly connection with Cowbell as like a grounding point so he doesn’t get lost in the cruelty that he so deeply loves.

This is one of three fics that I plan to post today on my birthday as a sort of reverse present. Enjoy! I'll link the other two fics here and here once I get all three posted

Oh also I'm tagging @askingforthesun because its the lads and I know you were excited for this one.

Summary: All the best tall tales need a villain, and there is one ghoul in particular who is especially good at this. The PR ghoul would be lying if he said the trail of hushed whispers that followed his wake didn’t bring him pleasure. If he focuses hard enough he can catch glimpses of the horror stories exaggerating his skilled exsanguination. There is so much praise for his ability to play nice for interviews, but it's lovely to see his other more unsavory talents given proper recognition.

Words: ~1.6k

Warnings: Mild mentions of violence and gore but nothing direct, blood, murder ghouls

Read on AO3 here or under the cut

The majority of siblings within the ministry would agree that there is almost a mythological quality to living alongside ghouls in the beginning. That spell eventually gets broken by the hijinks of the everchanging friendly pack of band ghouls, but for the ghouls that tend to stick to the background around the abbey that feeling never really goes away.

Siblings can occasionally manage to sneak up and catch a certain unnerving earth ghoul unaware, or see a lightning quick ghoulette mid-hunt performing some magical feat, but it always ends up the same way. They rush back to tell their tale with all of their friends hanging onto every word with almost childlike enthusiasm.

All the best tall tales however, need a villain, and there is one ghoul in particular who is especially good at this. The PR ghoul would be lying if he said the trail of hushed whispers that followed his wake didn’t bring him pleasure. If he focuses hard enough he can catch glimpses of the horror stories exaggerating his skilled exsanguination. There is so much praise for his ability to play nice for interviews, but it's lovely to see his other more unsavory talents given proper recognition.

It hadn’t always been like this. Long ago he was part of a pack, living the boring existence of a random ghoul serving the satanic church and fading into the background just like the others. It was one young woman in particular who recognized how exceptional he really was early on into her rise to the top. She recognized just how sublime he was at tracking down those who wished not to be found. His particular brand of quintessence was never suited to the infirmary, but was excellent for finding the loud thoughts and racing hearts of those attempting to hide and for intuiting exactly how to tear and rend in order to take down his prey without a fight.

The other ghouls could get away with the occasional disappearance, but never with the frequency that he does. This brand of death and cruelty would be punished if performed by any other, but he is a very special ghoul afterall and that affords certain privileges. At this point it’s almost a game to determine is that stain in the carpet from a forgotten breakfast or a forgotten sibling.

The newer ghouls aren’t exempt from getting caught up in the stories either.

Cowbell has reached the end of the tour he had been leading the recent summon on, but can tell there is still something on his mind. “So did you have any questions or concerns?” they prod gently.

There is a long pause as the young ghoul attempts to figure out exactly how to approach the subject. “Well there's not really a problem, but something is bothering me. That one quintessence ghoul kinda freaks me out considering all I’ve heard about him around the abbey, but one of the other guys said he is fine as long as I ‘don’t fuck up’. Do you have any advice on that?” the summon sputters out, trailing off at the end.

“Oh, do you mean Spesh? I told them to stop freaking out the new ghouls. He’s totally chill so long as you avoid trouble and don’t act like an idiot.”

Almost as if on cue, Special emerges around the corner attempting to hide something behind his back. The new summon is clearly staring directly at the splatters of blood on his uniform and streaked across his face, but correctly decides that pointing it out counts as being stupid. “I saw this weird plant while I was in the woods on business and thought of you kid” the quintessence ghoul says with a friendly smile. The plant has been haphazardly shoved into what was clearly the first pot Special could steal from the greenhouses, but has clearly been dug out of the ground with care if the dirt caked under his usually immaculate nails is anything to go by. “Enjoy” he tacks on before sauntering off, undeniably picking pieces of somebody out of his teeth.

The new summon stares in confused terror as Bell beams while fussing with the plant. “See, he is such a thoughtful guy.” they chirp before dismissing the new ghoul and leaving to replant the present.

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Cowbell isn’t a fool, he recognizes the destruction that Special reeks on a regular basis. He also knows that the monster that everyone else sees is not the complete picture. While everyone else treats him like a campfire ghost story made real, he knows that Special doesn’t do anything without a reason. With his old pack having long since forgotten him, Bell is really the only semblance of a pack he has left. He has always been a big brother to Bell, and nobody could possibly come close to understanding either of them as well as they know each other.

It’s a point of pride for Cowbell, to be a grounding point for his brother whenever the tides of chaos grow stronger. Special might have a talent for wickedness, but he isn't unreasonable.

All of the carnage he sows starts as a command from the heads of the clergy or for their benefit, even if he allows himself to get swept away in the stories at times as well.

Today however is the worst he has ever seen Special get lost in the thrill of the hunt. It had started with a task from Imperator, something or rather someone that her best ghoul was so wonderfully equipped to deal with. The mistake came in her trying to get Omega to interfere. She had a morbid curiosity if another ghouls quintessence would confuse Specials senses, not realizing exactly the frenzied ghoul she was creating.

Instead of the cold calculated cruelty everyone was used to, the ghoul was leaving a frantic messy trail in his wake. All of the siblings had been moved to sheltering in the heart of the abbey until everything quieted down, with the ghouls taking residence at the perimeter or out in active pursuit.

Cowbell however is strolling through the grounds as calm as ever, taking note of the trail of destruction his brother has strewn until he reaches the center of the main courtyard. They sit down patiently, legs crossed and hands folded in his lap, on the stained cobblestones and wait with his back turned to the main gardens.

A few times another ghoul on guard duty wanders by and attempts to convince them to go inside where it's safer, but Bell laughs and waves them off. They hear one of the passersby mutter something about how if he doesn’t have any self preservation that's fine with her and politely decides to ignore it. If he knows anything, it's that Special would never hurt him.

Special is exceptional at sneaking up on people, but has never been able to sneak up on Bell no matter how quiet he is. The loud crunches and clicks that Bell hears drawing closer is so out of the ordinary for the ghoul that they almost doubt it’s their brother approaching until they feel the familiar buzz of their magic in the air.

“Well well little ghoul, what are you doing out here in the open like a fool, hmmm? Are you a tasty treat for me to play with?” Special rasps breaking the eerie silence.

Bell cautions a glance out of the corner of his eye, but sees no sign of recognition on his brother's face. Whatever Sister’s little experiment was must have been so much worse than any could imagine for Special to still not recognize him this close.

The quintessence ghoul surges forward, pulling Cowbell abruptly up off the ground before freezing completely. As Bell takes stock of the ghoul in front of him he struggles to recognize the one he cares for so deeply. Special is absolutely drenched in blood, his clothes ripped and disheveled due to his carelessness. The wild bouts of magic swirling inside of his eyes is hypnotizing but Bell pushes past it, looking for the spark of recognition finally present within them.

Bell lays a tranquil hand on his brother's face and smiles weakly, reaching to move the mask off his face. “It’s over Spesh, be done.” Normally the quintessence ghoul cannot stand to go maskless, but for Bell he has always had a weak spot.

The deathgrip on Bell’s collar disappears as quickly as it arrived as his brother slowly crumbles to the ground. “I’m sorry.” he mutters, barely audible.

The two sit there while the ghouls trying to track Special down trickle past, heading inside to let everyone else know that the threat is no longer. They both ignore them all though and continue a quiet conversation as if the entire proceedings of the day never happened.

After half an hour, Imperator comes out of the main door leading to the courtyard with a team of ghouls to clean up the chaos that has been sewn. With a particular quick nod from her, Special shoves his mask on, picking himself up and heading inside to clean up and find a fresh uniform.

“I appreciate the role you played today” she remarks to Bell, watching the team of ghouls head out towards the general garden grounds.

Cowbell can’t help but laugh. “Listen, he will always follow your orders with pleasure and without hesitation. It's who he is. However, the next time you decide to use that fact for a sick experiment, I shall take it personally. You would do well to remember that I do not come to heel as easily as he does either. Goodbye.” they sneer before heading inside after Special.

As important as a villain is to a story, they would be nothing without their motivating force.

#nocturnal writings #the band ghost fanfic #the band ghost #cowbell ghoul #special ghoul

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hashal-nutcracker · 1 month

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First of all, WOW you draw fast and really well too!

Questions bomb: Been meaning to ask about your nutcrackers! Will you be making character sheets for them?

Is Hashal the only nutcracker with a split face opening/armour? Also will we learn more about Yvonne?

I know Arthur loved her human family, but how about now? Does she still like humans/is she still friendly?

What is the protocol for each nutcracker when encountering an employee? Is it kill-on-sight or different for them all? What do they do when they aren’t patrolling or killing things?

And ofc, the most important and classic Nutcracker question: Can I hug them? (Or will I get kicked into oblivion)

Keep up the cool art! :)

1: I’ve long wanted to ask about your nutcrackers! Will you be creating character sheets for them?

Yes, of course, I think within a week I’ll be able to fill out everything necessary using my template, I’ll do it in two languages, and I’ll mark each one so that it doesn’t get lost, as they say. The main thing is not to get too carried away, otherwise there are usually kilometers of text, which sometimes gets confusing. But I will definitely touch upon the important events of their lives. -Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-

2: Is Hashal the only nutcracker with a split face/armor? And will we learn more about Yvonne?

ugh.. no, unfortunately Hashal is not the only representative with a split front plate, I had plans for a red cavalryman, since the cavalryman model looked very clumsy and extremely impractical, a lightweight model with less protection and open front parts, usually for protection There were flaps on the collar that went up, since they were usually on horseback. Hashal is a more practical and improved model of these same Cavalrymen. I think that when I write about them, I’ll explain the subtleties

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3: I know Arthur loved his human family, but what about now? Does she still like people/is she still friendly? Oh yes, now she has extremely strained relations with any of the people, due to the trauma received in the last battle and the murder of the “Grey” family, Arthur remembered the special features of the uniform of that association, unfortunately, the uniform of the workers is partially similar to this very uniform , and it also provokes an invasion of the complex. Yes, I just think that there is a high chance that he can contact people, although for this you obviously need to try -Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-Х-

4: What is each Nutcracker's protocol when meeting with an employee? Is it a murder on the spot or is it different for everyone? What do they do when they're not patrolling or killing?

Yes, they are partially different from each other: Sharak: conducts a patrol on the lower tiers and drives away alien life forms, monsters, in other words, since these three love order, but do not tolerate extreme interference in their space, even if you keep an eye on these nutcrackers, you will notice that sometimes they fiddle with pipes and peer for a long time in the sockets in the generator room, since such systems must be maintained so that they do not lose their functionality. Sharak acts as a messenger, emitting a kind of howl of sirens about a bombing in order to scare away such guests; the first one may not enter into battle, but he will certainly pursue it, besides, employees usually attract the attention of other creatures. What Sharak is definitely not happy to see is people and the slug that leaves more traces behind it. They didn’t teach him to watch his step; he would fall 20 times.

Khashal: Spends most of his time in the main corridors and rooms, patrolling all rooms, and checking the safety of valuable objects, in the presence of employees, he will follow them for some time, and when it comes to robbery, he begins to threaten, losing his march making it clear that they should not touch things in this place. If prejudice doesn’t work, a rifle with 12 rounds in the magazine is used, which he will happily send to employees, in close combat with him it’s also not worth it, in addition to kicking him, he has a saber in a casing, I think it won’t be difficult for him to kill the handle of the shovel, like the employee himself, in two halves

Arthur: can leave the complex, usually commits sabotage and can damage the player respawn system after leaving, which is very unprofitable. Her job is to patrol the roof and inspect the surroundings, do not think that you will be alive in the forest, because traps are useful (Traps like the Vietnam War) Usually they try to eliminate her immediately, but this is not so easy, especially indoors or in wooded areas, her task is to completely destroy everything that breathes during an attack (usually Sharak suffers, which she tries to break once again)

in free time:

Sharak usually chills and cleans his weapons, listening to music and some radio broadcasts that employees dug up from the ship. Everything is smooth, he has nowhere to rush, it’s not bad to play the fool with desires, it should be fun to disgrace himself! Hashal sharpens weapons and makes bandoliers for both comrades, he has a personal station for work and everything he needs, so there is no boredom. But he doesn’t really know how to play cards, so once on a dare I had to dance a waltz with Arthur to the laughter of Sharak, but Khashal can dance and not bad Arthur, who is on guard almost all the time, has his own place where he stands for long hours in a state of waiting and meditation, marches along his trajectory and maintains the traditions of his past family. He can stand with a flag, he also arrives in the library in silence, history books, and about the strategies of that one are more interesting than idleness.

And, of course, the most important and classic Nutcracker question: can you hug them? (Or I'll be thrown into oblivion) I think they won't mind hugs)

#lmao my first time so I'm freaking out I answer the question #lethal company nutcracker #my ocs #answers #someone's mind has left their head

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envy-of-the-apple · 2 years

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Yandere!Mammon x reader

yall i wrote this fic so long ago???? like back when i started i thought i was gonna post it on my quotev long ago???? anyway i don’t have the heart to delete it so im gonna post it on here and pray you don’t tear me apart for my shitty writing.

originally this was gonna be part of praise, so ya there’s some similiarities lololol

Trickster

(yandere, murder, obsession)

You weren’t the sorcerer in your family, your sister was.

Gifted with great power, you watched her delve into the world of magic. She fought monsters, made potions, and even made friends with world-renowned sorcerers.

But jealousy wasn’t something you were used to. Not when your sister shared so much of her world with you. Despite not having magic, you knew how to make enchantment elixirs and weak poisons. You met her familiars and her other sorcery friends.

But the one thing your sister never wanted to share with you was her pact with a demon.

“Mammon?” You repeated, “I’ve never heard of him.”

Your sister sighed, rubbing her hands together, “The avatar of greed. A demon with a vast amount of power and treachery. He is one of the rulers of Hell.”

Your eyes widened, adjusting yourself on the couch, “You made a contract with a powerful ruler of Hell? That’s amazing-” She cut you off with a shake of her head.

“It’s not amazing. It’s dangerous. Since we made a contract with eachother, he’ll be coming to this house for anything I need. Though he’s supposed to follow my orders, there’s no way to know that he won’t try to manipulate you, even if I forbid him to.” Her eyes were filled with seriousness and her voice dropped.

You watched as she leaned back, massaging her forehead with her fingers.

“I don’t want to do this,” She confessed, “But money is scarce right now, having the avatar of greed might help us with our funds.” Her eyes met yours.

“You need to promise me that you won’t fall for his tricks. Don’t get close to him And don’t trust him.”

You thickly swallowed. “I won’t.”

For a being who was supposedly 5000 years old, the Avatar of Greed lacked any sort of refinement.

You thought it was a trick your sister was warning you about. A trap to get you to feel some sort of pity for him.

But forty-five minutes later, he was still struggling with organizing the potions and enchantments.

“Shit,” You heard him mutter under his breath, “What did that witch say again? Does the enchantment of fog go with or without the potion of neutrality. Dammit, I forgot.”

He was an...interesting character, to say the least. He didn’t resemble anything of a demon at all- the most unusual thing about him was his white hair. There were no horns or wings or tail. Just a frustrated man who was trying to figure out your sister’s messy notes.

You decided to see if he needed any assistance after he grabbed a magnifying glass to read your sister’s notes better. Your sister never forbid you from talking to him after all.

“Do you need any help?”

His sudden scream startled you. He whipped around, his voice going up an octave.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that!”

“Oh,” You took a step back, “Did I scare you? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” You offered him a sheepish smile.

He ignored your apology, seeming to realize what he said. His startled look instantly moved to an aggressive scowl.

He coughed, “Ya’ didn’t scare me. I’m a demon, okay? We don’t get scared. Now run along human. The Great Mammon is busy with something.” He lazily pointed to the box of potions.

“Yeah, I see that,” You acknowledged, “I was just wondering if you needed any help, that’s all.”

“The Great Mammon,” He loved talking in third person, didn’t he? “Doesn’t need a puny human’s help, okay? I’m fine!”

“Oh okay then,” You shrugged, “In that case I’ll just-” You turned to walk away.

“Wait!” He suddenly called out, “Before ya’ go...where does the enchantment of fog go again?”

You smiled before you turned around, pointing to the top of the shelves.

“There, right next to the set of elixirs,” You said, picking another bottle out of the box.

“Right,” Mammon muttered, “And just so ya’ know, I can do this ALL by myself, okay? I don’t need some human telling me what to do.”

“Of course,” You said, smiling, “You’re right.”

You supposed that’s how it started. The unlikely friendship between human and demon, much to the disappointment of your sister. Thankfully, she didn’t voice her disapproval too much, only choosing to shake her head whenever the demon showed any affinity towards you.

And you hoped that it was affinity Mammon felt, and not the taste of your soul. Though the cheap gifts he brought back from his home were sweet, you knew there was a line you couldn’t cross. At the end of the day, Mammon was a demon. He lived to manipulate and take. There was nothing more that excited him.

Boundaries were important and you prided yourself on strictly following the rules you made.

“Hey. Hey!” A hand waved in front of you, “Did you zone out again?”

You blinked, gazing at the demon in front of you. He pulled his hand back, looking at you with disapproval.

“That’s a real bad habit, you know that?” He crossed his arms, “I was talkin’ too!”

“You were? Sorry,” You turned back towards the window.

Right. You and Mammon were star gazing.

The stars were shining brightly, despite the blinding city lights. You rested your head on your hands.

“I was just thinking about how long you’ve been here-with us. It’s been six months ever since you started the pact, right?”

“-Contract,” Mammon corrected, “I started a contract with the witch. Pacts are different.”

“Oh?” This was the first time you’ve heard about this, “What’s the difference?”

Mammon sighed, but you knew he liked talking, “Do I gotta’ explain everything to you? Pacts are bound by the soul. A demon accepts a deal from a human and binds their soul with it. It’s forever, until the human themselves break it.”

You nodded, “What about contracts, then?”

“They’re like pacts, except the deal is bound by an object. Usually it’s a piece of paper or a bag of money.”

You had to hold in a laugh, “Did my sister bind you with a bag of money, Mammon?”

He waved you off, “She bonded us to a glass bottle,” He said, looking disappointed, “I should’ve asked her to bind me to a check of 100,000 grimm or something.”

You nodded, still smiling, “But...what’s stopping you from just breaking the bottle? Wouldn’t that end the contract?”

“Demons can’t do that-not to contracts,” Mammon shrugged, tapping his fingers against the window, “Some kinda’ magic crap makes ‘em invincible to us. But humans, on the other hand, ‘could break the bottle no problem.”

He gave you a look, tilting his head, “Why don’t you do it for me, huh? ‘could save me a lotta’ trouble.”

You scoffed rolling your eyes, “I’m not doing that. You brought yourself into this, don’t make me bail you out. And I don’t get why you’re so mean to my sister...she’s nice...”

Your voice drifted off, letting your last words simmer in the night. Your sister was nice and she cared for you. But these days, she felt so far away. You supposed it was because of her work, and the growing lack of money. Perhaps you were being too clingy; your sister was struggling and all you could do was complain about her distance.

Mammon watched you for a moment.

“So...don’t humans move out when they turn adults? Why’d you stick around with your sis? You like gettin’ poisoned or somethin’?”

His voice made you laugh and you shook your head.

“I guess...it’s because she’s the only family I have left. I don’t know- I guess I’d be lonely if I ever left her. If it was just me...all alone in the world....” You shook your head, giving a sad smile.

“I don’t think I could handle it.”

“So...you’re afraid of being alone?” Mammon asked, he sounded far away.

“Yeah, I guess that’s the shortest answer. And I think my sister feels the same, being alone that is. So we stick together.” You nodded.

“So, would you...if I...” He trailed off, glancing around, before he groaned, “Ugh, nevermind.”

You looked back at him with a smile, “Nevermind what?”

“Nevermind, okay!? Why are you humans so nosy all the time! Argh!” He snapped back and you grinned wider.

“Okay okay! I’m sorry!” You laughed and together you basked in the moonlit night.

Your snapping point came when your sister locked herself in her room for three days.

You couldn’t handle it anymore. The distance. The cold replies. Was she even eating? Even her familiars didn’t know, let alone Mammon.

Hesitantly, you knocked on the door, “Hey,” You called, “Are you okay in there? Do you need food? Why don’t you come outside for a second?”

Nothing. Absolute silence.

You bit your lip, looking at the doorknob. You were grateful that it wasn’t locked. Hesitantly, you creaked the door open, squinting into the darkness.

“How have you been seeing in here?” You mumbled, “There’s barely even a lamp on. You could go blind.”

You took a shaky breath creeping into the darkness, searching around the room. It was cold, to the point where you were shivering.

A voice croaked your name and you whirled around, stopping as you met your sister’s haggard figure.

She looked so horribly gaunt, and she looked so frail- you knew she hadn’t been eating. Her eyes were sunken in, cheeks were hollow. She tilted dangerously forward, and you rushed over to catch her before she fell.

But, despite her ragged appearance, her mouth was stretched into a bright smile. She grinned at you, eager.

“You’re here!” She exclaimed, “Oh, you’re here.”

She enveloped you in a hug, and you slowly hugged her back. What was going on? Why was your sister acting so strange?

“Are-are you okay?” You hesitantly asked as she gripped you tighter.

“Yes!” She paused, “Well, I will be fine. I’ll be extremely fine. Now, come. Come closer!” She urged you to follow her into the darkness.

You hesitated before finally walking slowly towards her.

She grinned.

“I solved it.”

“What?”

“I solved it! Our problems! They’ll be gone!”

What was she talking about? You looked at her and she finally understood why you were so confused. Clicking her tongue, she urged you on her bed, taking out a thick book.

Flipping through the pages, she stopped, grinning at one of the ancient sheets of papers.

“Here...it’s here,” She rasped.

It was dark, and you couldn’t see very well, but you could make out an image of a man with two horns and a tail. Surrounding him were people carrying knives and crosses.

A chill went down your spine.

“Do you know how much a Demon’s horn costs?” Your sister whispered into your ear.

“30 million.”

“...What are you saying?” You slowly turned to her, “You don’t mean....Mammon? I don’t-”

“Yes! Mammon! The answer to all our problems,” She stood up, glee shining through her dead eyes.

“I’ll kill him,” You slapped a hand over your mouth, “He can’t attack me because of our contract, so I’ll kill him right now. Then, we can sell his horns. Doesn’t that sound amazing? We could live the life we always wanted.” She crooned.

Was money really that tight? To point your sister was willing to kill someone-your friend- in order to earn money? You shook your head, reaching out as she stood up.

“Wait...please you cant-”

“Don’t worry,” She patted your head in a cheap imitation of love, “I’ll take care of everything.”

She left you in her room, in the dark, sauntering away to collect supplies. You sucked in a breath, your hands felt clammy, cold. You didn’t know what to do.

One thing was for sure, you could not let your sister kill Mammon.

‘If I end the contract....will he be freed?’ You numbly thought, standing up, ‘He could escape, right? Run away and never come back?’ You looked around her room, trying to find the one thing to save Mammon.

There. Nestled on the top of her shelves, sat a small, clear bottle, covered with enchantments.

That was the one. You were sure of it.

You wasted no time, grabbing it from the shelves, ignoring your thudding heart as you gripped the bottle tightly.

Then, you dropped it.

The relief you felt when it shattered was immense. You collapsed on the bed, ignoring the sting of the shards as they cut in your foot.

And then you felt guilty.

“No,” You told yourself, breathing hard, “This is for the best, for both Mammon and my sister,”

Right. Your sister wasn’t in her right mind. She’d thank you for doing this. And then you’d be okay.

You brought your legs to your chest.

You’d all be okay.

Except...it wasn’t okay.

You didn’t know how it happened or what happened either.

All you knew was the dead body laying on the ground, wasn’t Mammon.

It was your sister.

“Mammon?” Your voice felt dry, like you desperately needed a glass of water.

He was in his demon form. You’d almost forgotten he had one. Turning to you slightly, you expected him to start apologizing, going off in tangents, saying this entire situation was a misunderstanding.

You didn’t expect him to start smiling.

“You did it,” He grinned, “You freed me.”

You stepped back, watching with wide eyes as he calmly stepped over the limp body. Your breaths felt shallow, like you weren’t getting enough air.

“No,” You shook your head, “No no. Mammon what did you do-”

He was fast, too fast for you to comprehend, as he wrapped you in his arms, hushing you.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about her. We’re both free now, isn’t that amazing?”

“What-what are you talking about?” You said hoarsely, your voice muffled because of his clothes, “Did you-did you kill her?”

‘Deny it. Lie if you have to. Just please don’t say-’

“Yes.”

You squeezed your eyes shut. Your voice died in your throat as you willed yourself to speak.

“Mammon, Mammon let me go,” You begged, “Please let me go. Please stop touching me-”

His grip on you tightened. He clicked his tongue, like he was annoyed.

“Stop complaining already,” He groaned, “Why are you being so loud?”

Your mouth opened and closed, continuing to stare and your sister, your family. Why wasn’t he showing even an ounce of emotion? Guilt? Regret? You’d prefer if he showed pride, happiness-anything over...nonchalance, the casualness in his eyes. Like he didn’t care.

Oh, right. He didn’t care did he? Your sister and you were just humans to him. Insects.

“You said you didn’t want to be lonely, right?” You didn’t respond. He pulled away, eyes sharpened.

Hesitantly, you nodded.

He smiled, letting claws drift over your neck.

“I’ll make sure you won’t be.”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere mammon x reader #yandere obey me #obey me! shall we date?#murder #obsession #yandere mammon

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loveaetingkids · 1 year

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For all Maya and the Three fans,here’s a new AU-Parent!Mictlan-made by yours truly, @cadaver-moss and I

(This universe is connected to Trevors-Bitter!Dads(Bone and Skull are basically daughters of divorced Vucub and Chivo) and my headcanon of Maya,Acat and Zatz being a trople).

Part 1,Part 2,Part 3

•Wishing to harness the power of his sacrifice to the greatest,Mictlan decides to keep Maya in the Underworld,where she would train under Lady Micte and be spied on in case she would rebel.The only task for the god of war was not to get attached to said child,which he ultimately failed.

•It all started out of precaution:after his wifes surprise,Mictlan isn’t so sure about goddesses loyalty,which resulted in him silently following her, looming over her whenever she looks after Maya.It was disgusting,horrifying experience for the tyrant,especially the diapers one,but at the same time it made him warm up to the kid-after all,despite the heat of lava and biting cold it was still alive and kicking.Eventually he would even want to hold her-much to the charging of Micte.Apparently the reassurance that “he won’t kill her yet” didn’t convince her.

•Through the years,Mictlan grows found of Maya-a skilled warrior who in terms of combat does not reach only him,a person she calls “father”,unaware of the path planned for her.Despite the illusion of a happy family he created for himself,Lord of gods doesn’t forget the true reason he let the kid live:therefore,he never addresses her as “his daughter”, and except for the duels they arrange "to test Maya's power",Mictlan doesn't spend any time with her.This results in Maya thinking of herself as too weak,not worthy of her fathers attention,despite Mictes reassurance and vain attempts to make her daughter think about something other than fighting and murder.

•Mictlan would avoid talking about his plan to sacrifice with pantheon,to keep him image up in front of the other gods.If not for Goddes of Death interferences,Maya wouldn’ve been picked on by them,due of her status as “leaders toy”.

•The only friends she has are Acat with Zatz,who despite having feelings for Maya,are also aware of Mictlans influence on her.Because of that,she can be bossy and treat them as somewhat expandable,for which she later apologizes.

•Meanwhile,in the Kindom of Teca,King and Queen were contemplating about the daughter they never had,and how they would’ve celebrated her quinceañera.The conversation was overheard by Lance, Dagger, and Shield,who upon discovering the existence of their little sister, went on a journey to the Divine Gates in order to “save” Maya from the gods,which kidnapped her?Raised her?She’s half goddes???That’s confusing,but they’ll find a way to rescue their hermana!

•During the fight at the Gate(in which Maya was forbidden to participate but she sneaked up anyway),Teca brothers accused Mictlan of his want to use Mayas heart to become invincible.After hearing that,terrified demigodess momentarily distracts the pantheon and flees with three warriors,who claimed to protect her.

•Through their journey to Teca Kingdom,Maya gets to know her brothers,who are a bit put off by her blood lust but overall supportive,and starts to question whenever the mortals Mictlan always talked about really that pathetic? Upon meeting her supposed real father,she acts suspicious,hostile even,until she spends some time with him and Queen Teca,from whom she gets to know her origin.While being in her rightful kindom,Maya learned some patience regarding the people she loves from Queen,similar to how the later got to keep her cool with triplets; King showed her that she can fight honorably without unnecessary bloodshed,and still love every second of it!

•However, the moment of peace was quickly disrupted by the pantheon of gods, who, at the behest of their Lord, went in search of Maya.In order to protect their newly found family member the triplets go to the battle with their father,from which they didn’t return alive.That way Maya lost the first humans she really cared about.

•Around the same time,Mictlan stays in his kindom,deeply conflicted: on one hand,he lost his ticket to an infinite power,on the other-someone who he considers as his kin probably thinks of him as a monster-which he is,don’t get him wrong-but it still hurts a little.He doesn’t dwell for long however,as he gets ambushed by Micte and Camazotz,who’ve been planning to overthrow him all this time.Their sympathizers,Cipactli, Cabrakan along with Vucub,were sent to stop Mictlans band from doing harm to Maya and humanity.All the while Zatz and Acat were entrusted with a task to help Maya kill God of War.

•Meanwhile,grieving demigod finds the true prophecy and tries to requit warriors from different kindoms so that they’ll stop Mictlan,only this Maya does that first out of anger and need for revenge-for herself and her brothers-and later out of concern for human kind.

•The following events would occur in that order: Maya would lie to her team about destroying the Divine Gate while uniting each nation against their common enemy.The biggest difference would be her relationship with crew: at first,Princess makes it clear that she wants them as her fighting force, to which the Rooster Wizard loudly announces his displeasure while Picchu tries to keep an eye of the daughter of death. The first person who warmed up to her was Chimi,which absorbed every bit of information about Eagle Warriors mother.Rico and Picchu were more sceptic of their “leader”,but later witnessed ✨the power of friendship✨ and became besties.Aside from her team,Maya would be accompanied by Acat and Zatz,who were aiding her when needed.

•During their first fight with the gods,when Vucub is aiding Chimi,one of the Goddeses of Thievery is distracted by seeing her other father there,which was enough for Rico to strike her down,mistaking skeletons confusion for a want to hurt Skull Archer.When the other sibling sees this and rushes to her defense,she’s killed as well,this time by no other then Mictlan.

•Turns out that during his battle with his wife and Camazotz ,he started to think to himself-was that really worth it?These two are fighting for the sake of their children,one of which he saw growing up.Was this race for strength more important then a little warrior who wanted to make him proud?Upon that,God of War made his decision-he surrendered and proposed to Gods of Death and Bats to help look for Maya,in turn he stops his sympathisers from hurting her or her allies.Still unsure of Mictlans sudden change of heart,Micte and Camazotz took his deal on the condition that all this time they’re going to accompany him,that way they have a chance to stop him whenever he decides to come back to his old ways.

•After the explanation everyone agreed to send Mictlan to the most guarded room in the castle(even through the God of War opposed the idea,saying that “no castle can hold him” and “he needs to talk to Maya”,but after said demigod screamed at him to shut up or it would be her turn to eat hearts,he obliged),while Camazotz,Vucub,Cipactli and Cabrakan take turns to guard their self-made prison.After reuniting with Micte,Zatz and Acat(the young gods have helped through the battle),Maya gets to partake in the dinner scene,but instead of talking about defeating Mictlan,her three parents discuss how to stop Chivo,who upon seeing God of War celebrating the murder of his daughters,realizes the later won’t sacrifice the Eagle Warrior.As an act of revenge,he started gathering the remaining pantheon,claiming that if they’ll help him overthrow their present ruler,he will share demigods power with them.

•The day of the final battle came(most of the events play similar to canon,with addition of few characters).In desperation,Chivo started devouring the gods hearts in order to transform into his final form.During the fight Micte suggested to distract God of Dark Magic in order for Maya to strike him.Seeing how Chivo has already killed Vucub,Cipactli and Cabrakan,Mictlan decides to give his heart to Micte so that she can redirect Chivos attention from the demigod.Was it stupid and contradicted centuries old goal to world domination?Yes,but he can’t bear the thought of his little warrior losing a battle.After having his life sourse ripped out his chest,Mictlan apologizes to the Eagle Warrior for all the things she endured because of him,and how much he’s proud of her. May she live her life surrounded by people who are not ashamed to call her their daughter.

•While Micte and Camazotz fight the monster from the outside,Zatz and Acat hold the goats jaw open long enough for Maya to sneak inside.Witnessing the loves of her life being crushed between Chivos teeth made the Teca Princess all the more determined to end God of Dark Magic by striking him right in the heart.

•After reuniting with her living family and friends,Maya reincarnates into the sun,Zatz becomes the moon and Acat takes the role of a Guiding Star,similar to how she abandoned her unhealthy way of thinking and joined Maya.

(That’s it for the main plot of Parent!Mictlan!If you want to create based of this AU fell free to do so,just don’t forget to credit us)

#maya and the three #maya y los tres #maya and the 3 #bitter!dads au #parent!mictlan au #tres leches of mat3 #jorgverse #maya and the three au

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Murder Drones

Murder Drones is a new animation made by the people on the Glitch YouTube channel. It takes place on a planet that is not Earth. The humans there were using robots to mine the resources on the planet. However, the human, being stupid, wiped themselves out on that planet. The Robots were free to do what they wanted but the people still on Earth didn't like that fact. So they sent Disassembly Drones to the planet to try and wipe all of the Robots out. This story follows an angsty teenage named Uzi who accidentally befriends a Disassembly Drone named N. Already this story has an interesting set up and makes you wonder where all of this is going to go. There is quite a bit of comedy in this one but it also does the serious moments quite well too. It's a good mixing of both. Sure there are characters cliches we've all seen a million times before but, for me at least, that's not enough to ruin anything for me. So I'm going to talk about the show while going over some things I would like to see happen in Murder Drones. So far, there's only 3 episodes and I will be talking about things that happen those episodes. If you wish to watch them first, go right ahead.

1. Absolute Solver

This seems like it's one of the two major points of the story this season. From what we know, the Absolute Solver is a program inside of the Disassembly Drones that helps them recover from any kind of injury. However, it's also shown that Worker Drones can have this program as well and can use it to manipulate the things around them. I would love to see the cast discover more about this program and who made it. And how did the Worker Drones get it? Was it from their parents or did they get it after encountering a Disassembly Drone and surviving? I don't really want to think about these Robots reproducing but....well....Also I get the feeling that Doll will return at some point. After all, Doll seems to know a lot about this Absolute Solver program as she is one of the Worker Drone who can use the program. She's a very good source of information so they would probably want to find her. We also need to figure out what the Absolute Solver actually does to a Worker Drone. Doll seemed to be upset when she found out that Uzi could use the Absolute Solver as well. Even promising to help her once she found what she needed. This program can go a number of different ways and I can't wait to see where this goes.

2. Disassembly Drones Needing Oil

So this is something that was told to us by N in the first episode. How the Disassembly Drones need the oil from the Worker Drones in order to stop from overheating and dying. This feels like it's the second major plot point of the series. After all, N is a Disassembly Drone and, if this is true, then he's going to need the oil sooner or later. So far, he seems to be doing alright as he's able to fight and pull himself back together again. There are two ways I can see this plot point playing out.

One is N does need the oil in order to survive. Not only with what N said but with what happened last episode. N got injured in the 3rd episode though he was able to pull himself back together just fine. But the thing is, he wasn't completely healed. He still had some of the injuries he had from the earlier attack when normally those would have healed right up. It actually took until after the fight for the injuries to seem to be healed. This might be pointing to the fact that the lower oil he has, the less likely he is to heal off injuries or the longer it will take for him to heal. I can see it playing out like N knows he's running low on oil and tries to play it off. Uzi, however, can see right through it and makes him spill the beans to what is going on. From there, it would be up to Uzi to find some oil to help N. She would probably have to find some that Doll stashed somewhere or find a way to make it herself. This girl built a working railgun from straps. I'm sure she could figure out how to build a machine that would make the oil N would need. This way would actually give them a bit of a bargaining chip against the Disassembly Drones. After all, if the Workers can make the oil, then there's no reason to kill them for it. I can also see N becoming more feral as he starts running out of oil. Kind of like a instinct thing in order to get more. I can also see him immediately snapping back to normal once he has it, like nothing had even happened. It would just depend on what the writers want to do about this. Though there is that super obvious third option but I don't think either of them would go that far.

Second is I can see this need for oil thing being just something that was programed by the humans and it's not actually necessary for them to have it. Let's face it. Humans are cruel and will do what they have to in order to get the job done. They wouldn't feel anything lying to something they only see as a Robot. There's not any evidence to support this but I think it's an interesting take on it. It would not be good for N's mental state or even the other Disassembly Drones to learn that truth. N would probably feel so guilty knowing he killed a lot of Drones for the oil that he didn't even need.

3. N Rebelled

This point kind of got glossed over in the past episodes but the fact remains that N went against his mission. He went against the other Disassembly Drones, against the company, even against his own programing. This is bound to do something for N one way or anything. With that new characters Tessa being introduced at the end of the third episode, I think this spells bad news for N. Tessa seems to be some kind of technician which means she probably knows how the Disassembly Drones work. Which means she might be able to do something to N. She might make him go against Uzi and try to get N to kill her. I'm sure if she did do that, Uzi wouldn't want to fight N, considering they are friends, and would have to figure out how to return him to normal.

Also something else I thought about. Since N is no longer trying to kill everything, I think it would be really interesting for him to rejoin the Worker Drones where Uzi lives. It would be cool to see him interact with more of the Drones and learn more about the Worker Drones. Also this would give him more of a chance to actually interact with Uzi. Which is always a good thing since these two are the main characters of the show. And because he can't be in the sun, it would give him a place to hide out when the sun is out. I just want to see N somewhere else other than hiding out in the weird tower.

4. Uzi's Mom

Now this might seem like a weird thing to talk about but I feel like it's important. I just feel like she's a bigger part of all of this. One reason being is that the Absolute Solver program inside of J said it knew Uzi. But when it showed the hologram, it looked like someone who was older holding a baby. That Baby had the Absolute Solver symbol on their eyes. Uzi even states when the hologram disappears 'What's up with the Mother Hologram?'. This tells me that the hologram wasn't of Uzi but of her mother. That baby she was holding was most likely Uzi which, if this is true, also confirms that Uzi had that Absolute Solver program since birth. For some reason though, it's only coming out now. We never see Uzi's mother in the show. By the time the show starts, her mother is dead. Uzi's Dad says he had to finish her off when she was mortally wounded by the Disassembly Drones. I wonder how true that story is and if maybe there is another reason for Uzi's mother death.

5. Uzi and N's Relationship

Episode 3 was about Prom though a lot of other stuff happens in this episode. One being that they seem to be slowly bringing these two together as a couple. Which is a good thing. I like that they're taking this slowly as it would make more sense for them to build the relationship up slowly. I can't tell you how annoying it is for people to shove two people together who have no chemistry on screen but they managed to spend a few moments on screen together. I like that these two are starting off as friends and could possibly go to more. They work off each other really well and I could see these two becoming a couple if the creators wish to go that way and continue building it up. They also give each other something they've lacked. For N, Uzi gives him the respect that he never got before. For Uzi, N gives her the support that she never got for her Dad. It will help them both to grow into better characters if they keep up with this. Hopefully, we get some more cute moments between the two of them as the series goes on. A few situations that would be funny and cute to watch.

For one reason or another, Uzi invites N to stay at the bunker with them. N is excited as he thinks it'll be a super fun sleepover. This could include some shots of them just being goofy which they really need after everything that has happened. At one point, Uzi dozes off so N turns off the light and goes to sleep himself. When they wake up, they realize they are cuddling. They quickly move away from each other startled by this. N starts trying to apologize while Uzi brushes it off as not a big deal. You know, friends do that sometimes, or so she's heard, so it's no big deal. N drops it there while Uzi is freaking out a little bit internally due to it.

After more interactions between the two, Uzi is in her room and N is in the Drone tower. Both are alone and pacing. Jump cut between them as they try to figure out what the other means to them. They list off what they like about the other and some quirks they have. How they are so easy to talk to about anything and how accepting the other is. N would address his crush on V but say he no longer feels anything for her. This keeps going until both come to the conclusion that they're in love with the other. Uzi kind of has that why him kind of thing going on while N just straight up panics because he had no idea what to do with this. From there, it could be the two of them trying to hide the fact that they do love each other while making it stupidly obvious to everyone else around them.

Basically I just want them to spend more time together and how some more moments between the two of them. If the creators want to make these two a couple, then I really hope they keep going with this set up. If they want them to just stay friends, then fine by me. Either way will be good. Though I can also see Uzi like giving N a kiss on the cheek in the heat of the moment and him just falling over in a daze because he doesn't know how to react to it.

And that's it. Those are my thoughts on Murder Drones. I can't wait to see where this is going to go as it's already shaping up to be an amazing series. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go order a N plushie.

#Murder Drones #Watch it #Do it now

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Devil's Night had so much potential that could set the series apart from other booktok series but it just falls short and on its face. I know you get this asks every day and I really hope I’m not bothering you, but some changes that would make the series a lot better for me are

Not making the Horsemen a wannabe gang or characters of a soap opera. If the plot began with rich kids suffering the consequences of their actions for the first time and later extand that theme to include more plot points that would eventually create a more solid theme, plot, and character arc, it would eliminate the whole mafia-esque theme that just didn’t suit the series. There is no need for them to be a gang or something dramatic. They are just a found family and will have their backs no matter what (with the privilege of money and power on their side).

Rika actually leaking the videos. It would make the series more interesting, and most importantly, make Rika an important character. Can’t come up with reasons for why she would do it right now (other than for a more reasonable reason than Trevor’s) but there is great potential. Her character can still be included to great extent in the following books without being annoying or unreasonable by being "redeemed" as the story goes on. We don’t need her paired with Michael (it can add tragedy, though) but they can still be each other’s love interest.

Getting rid of Blackchurch. I know you like Blackchurch but here me out 🫥. Emory wouldn’t know about Blackchurch if it wasn’t for Aydin, and I want to get rid off him. And while Blackchurch still can exist, I was thinking something along the lines of Will being suspected of Martin’s murder (happening after his initial assault on him that sent him to prison) while still keeping the whole "rich family tries to hide him/pay their way out of the case because they know he is guilty". Will refuses to enlarge information and refuses to plead guilty because he committed the murder with Emory. It can introduce readers to how much power the Graysons have (especially because they have an important political figure as the patriarch) and how much powerless Emory is in comparison.

A less intense Damon and Winter storyline. What do you mean you left a poor girl blind?! I would’ve get a restraining order too ngl. I would also add more significance to Winter’s character but I can’t come up with something right now. She can still be blind but not because of her love interest.

Incorporating the Horsemen concept. It was right there and we were left to starve. Michael can represent war, especially because the horse of war is red. He is leading the war against Rika because of what she did to the other Horsemen. It makes him an actual leader. Kai can represent scarcity, the black horse. It suggests a continuing abundance of luxuries for the wealthy and imperial oppression. It also carries a balance scale and Kai is a libra. Damon can be death, which rides a pale horse, and Will can be conquest, which rides a white horse and represent Christ and the Antichrist. The religious symbolism is already there with the Four Horsemen and the whole book of Hideaway.

Other things I would get rid off is the sexual assault scenes. The guys are supposed to be redeemed and gain sympathy; a sexual assaulter doesn’t deserve any of that. Other unnecessary scenes can be thrown out and a better thought out story could have been written. Not to discredit PD’s work, but Devil’s Night is just not that good of a story. I enjoy the headcanons and the possibilities that came out of the books, not exactly the storylines themselves. SORRY FOR RANTING LUV 💕💕💕🍪

You're so lovely! No need to apologize. I love when people come to the table with new ideas.

I have always said that Devil’s Night had great bones. And for people who are just here for the spicy stuff, I’m sure it does wonders. But I read for plot and characters, and there was so much here to pick at but nothing fully fleshed out.

Not making the Horsemen a wannabe gang or characters of a soap opera

I didn’t fully mind the secret society vibe, but I much would have preferred if it were more like a found family. If the plot were rich kids suffer the consequence of their actions and either learn their lesson or learn to be better criminals, that would have been fun (especially if they just learned to be better criminals but they never did. They never learned anything!!)

But yeah. Totally agree with you here. I’d take found family that has a flimsy relationship with morals and the law when their loved ones are involved over the secret society/mafia/gang vibes that we had any day of the week.

Rika actually leaking the videos.

In the past, I proposed that an interesting storyline would have been if Rika wanted revenge for what happened to her that night, so I can fully understand wanting to give Rika more influence in the story. Maybe after she’s attacked, she ends up with the phone instead of Trevor, but Trevor comes to her later and, seeing how upset she is, convinces her to upload as revenge. She could be sort of thinking: The horsemen don’t get to be judge, jury, and executioner in Thunder Bay, and she’s going to be the one to stop them, not knowing the stories behind the videos she posted.

It falls in the same realm of Banks protecting Damon, and Winter not speaking up about her involvement with Damon, and Emory signing those papers, in that she actually did the thing she’s accused of, but that’s not the full story.

And maybe she should apologize for listening to Trevor, but who’s going to force her after what Damon did? And well, she didn’t know about Martin being a child abuser, but that doesn’t mean the horsemen get to play vigilante.

This creates a more dynamic plot, then just “Rika’s innocent. Revenge Night is off. Everyone go home!”

Getting rid of Blackchurch

…I like the blackchurch plot???

I don’t like the blackchurch plot at all. I would have preferred if Emory had been dragged back to Thunder Bay so that we can see her interact with the characters that I’m actually interested in. No offence to Micah and Rory, or their fans, but I just don’t care about them. Their stories, their families, how they ended up at blackchurch. None of that matters to me.

Give me Banks and Emory! Give me Banks – who knew in Hideaway that Martin was a child abuser and then inherited her father’s empire a year later – try to explain to Emory why Martin is still out there, getting married, getting promoted, having a great life. Give me Banks explaining that Martin is protected by Evans, and that’s why she can’t move on him, otherwise she’d have him strung up (how did Banks not know?). Give me Michael, Winter, and Emory bonding over their terrible siblings. There’s so much potential here that we miss because Emory and Will and Alex are over on an island suffering through Aydin’s power trip.

Let me understand these people.

while still keeping the whole "rich family tries to hide him/pay their way out of the case because they know he is guilty". Will refuses to enlarge information and refuses to plead guilty because he committed the murder with Emory.

Interesting to have Emory involved with the murder. I’m totally in for Will doing it for her, but I never considered Emory being there. There’s so many ways this could go. Very intriguing idea.

So is the idea then that the Grayson’s send Will to Blackchurch so that he can’t arrested? Like if the cops can’t find him, the family can plan his defense? Or are they getting him out of the way because he won’t tell them what really happened, as he’s protecting Emory?

What does Emory do?

A less intense Damon and Winter storyline

I thought the point that it was actually her father that caused her blindness, not Damon? Anyway, Damon seeking revenge on Winter was kinda dumb. Yeah, she didn't speak up. But he straight up manipulated and lied to her. And he was going to go serve time regardless. I think Rika having something on Damon and using that pull to go after Winter's dad for what he did to her dad would have been an interesting plot. Pitting Damon against the girl he wants, who's still suspicious of him, while trying to avoid going back to prison from whatever Rika has on him. Or something. Talk about a chess game. And after he did the same thing to Kai, who would he be to complain? I bet he'd be impressed she successfully took a page from his book.

Winter’s a tricky one. I really don’t know how to give her more power either. I do think I would have preferred if she, after she had her accident, she’d pivoted from dancing to music? Possibly pianist or something. I don’t think it improves her story arc at all, just something that’s a bit more interesting to me. There’s only really one notable blind ballerina and she lost her sight at 19, not 6. And she was an incredible dancer before that, as well, so the whole “Winter doesn’t need a walking stick; Winter can pirouette without spotting; blah blah blah” just really pushes the limits of believability for me. I don’t know.

Incorporating the Horsemen concept

Interesting. First, I’ve always since Michael as the conqueror because his name is Michael (like the archangel) Crist, which is another for of Christ. It’s very subtle, I know.

I saw Kai as War. He literally named his dojo Sensou, the Japanese word for war. He was at war with himself, with Damon, with Banks. It seemed he always had someone to fight and reason to be angry.

Damon as Death because… well obviously. He’s killed at least two people that we know of. And that whole conversation in Nightfall.

And Will as the Famine/Scarcity. He was a glutton before going to Blackchurch, over indulging in everything. Blackchurch represented a cutting off from all of his vices; literally starving himself of what brings him joy. However, it seemed by Nightfall, PD had forgone the Horsemen trend and instead focused on Peter Pan themes? A girl who grew up too quick and a boy who never wanted to. It was weird. I mean, a story can definitely have multiple themes and inspirations. It was just hard to see the horsemen theme in Will.

Anyway. Here’s a fun little graphic I made. Not the best, because I’d never created something like this before, but it was still a fun time.

Other things that could have changed:

Yeah, I would have enjoyed less assualty-scenes too. The KaiBanks one in particular never sat right with me.

There are so many things about this story to enjoy; the characters and the dynamics; the situations and problems posed – all of it was really interesting. And I the hands of a different author would have been a much different story. I’m not angry at PD for writing about what they’re interested in. I just sometimes wish this idea had occurred to someone else. I want this core story, but in a different package.

I enjoy the headcanons and the possibilities that came out of the books, not exactly the storylines themselves.

I share the same sentiment.

Thank you so much for all the time you put into this. Be sure, you’re never bothering me, and I wouldn’t call this a rant by any means. I genuinely enjoyed taking in your ideas!

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hiii omg its so nice to see another person who likes togiri!! there is sooo little content of it its honestly devastating lol….id be rly interested to hear if you had any spare thoughts or hcs abt them (or naegirigami) :3 also your art is phenominal, i love your style and the way you portray everyone is soooo ….<333!

HEEHE THANK YOU boy do i have thoughts about probably most things relating to dr1

this is going under a readmore because oh my god

togiri is so interesting to me because like.. of course naegiri was the first ship to grow on me, how can it not, and naegami is also just kind of like. an obvious decision to me. like pairing a normal nice functional cheerful little dude with a cold unfeeling weirdo who he hangs out with a lot just works every time. it’s about the CONTRAST. so when i started liking naegirigami it was definitely mostly because i just liked both makoto ships, but eventually i really started thinking about byakuya and kyoko.

i think the first togiri thing i really thought about was, weirdly, the moment i think they were at their worst, which was when kyoko got makoto executed. like when i rewatch that trial, especially the anime version, the amount of hands byakuya throws because he completely refuses to believe makoto is the murderer meanwhile kyoko has to keep pushing that he is… on the one hand byakuya is half right and if he’s wrong he’ll die. so him defending makoto you can fully read as him doing whatever he thinks he has to in order to survive. but the fact is makoto and kyoko both had large windows of time during which they were unaccounted for, but byakuya suspected kyoko from the beginning.

byakuya in the later chapters is so interesting to me even though his character development is so subtle i sometimes feel insane pointing it out. but it is extremely sad that he makes his big ‘i’m not going to play the game anymore i’m going to work with everyone to get out of here and kill the mastermind’ announcement in chapter 4 after being forced to reevaluate everything, and then immediately he is thrown into a situation where he has to distrust the others once again.

the fact that he is so angry at kyoko for refusing to explain what she’s doing all the time by herself, and seemingly refuse to disclose her talent, is because he wants to trust her. but he can’t. and then him lashing out at kyoko and taking her room key is what ends up allowing her to pass the guilty verdict off to makoto since she can claim she couldn’t get in her room. byakuya what have you wrought.

anyway so i mostly think chapter 5 was a naegami win, but i started thinking about like. the time between makoto falling into the abyss and kyoko following him. i cannot remember if i read a fic like this already but like…i imagine kyoko goes to talk to byakuya before she leaves. she knows if she and makoto both end up dead, byakuya is kind of the group’s leader in their absence, so she might want to let him know.

so here’s the question. does byakuya, still confused and bitter about having to vote for someone he didn’t believe would kill anyone, give a shit that kyoko might be about to die? i think on the outside he has nothing to say to her at this point, but on the inside he’s started to realize he does care about these people and he doesn’t want to lose another one. but the possibility of getting makoto back means he won’t do anything to stop her.

so what i’m saying is. it’s because of makoto’s execution that byakuya hates kyoko the most he ever does, but it’s also because of losing makoto that he realizes he doesn’t want to lose kyoko either, even when he still can’t trust her.

UM on a lighter note togiri is fun because sometimes byakuya is very stupid and kyoko is like how do you still think that you’re as smart as me? what is wrong with your brain you foolish man? and kyoko is wayyy better at hiding her emotions and never outwardly reacting to things than byakuya is. like imagine them doing anything together in a casual setting.

like you know the school mode dialogue where byakuya doesn’t know what the toy vending machine is and demands makoto explain it to him? that’s adorable but imagine the togiri version of that. byakuya (understandably) kind of views makoto like a golden retriever, like he’s not trying to keep his guard up around him because he cannot imagine makoto posing a threat. but he absolutely can imagine kyoko posing a threat, whether to his life or his dignity. so if he’s ever in a situation with kyoko where he has to ask her to explain some commoner thing to him, he’s trying way harder to act calm and collected about it, but she sees RIGHT through him because he’s a dummy who thinks he can have a facade up around a detective.

so i think from byakuya’s side of things togiri is about him learning to trust kyoko and learning that she is kinder than she lets on (even if she will make fun of him, more than makoto would, for not knowing basic shit, she’ll still explain things to him and not embarrass him too much because she doesn’t actually enjoy making people feel dumb) and he can start to let his guard down around her even when her being smarter than him AND having her emotional shit together better is frightening to his weird rich brain.

from kyoko’s side i think byakuya interests her for the same reasons i think he’s interesting as a character. his actions are absolutely batshit sometimes, but in a twisted way they do make sense. he’s a weird rude mystery. but boy does kyoko enjoy a mystery. byakuya’s not going to just tell her his backstory like he does to makoto, again makoto is basically a therapy dog, so kyoko has to start figuring him out. during the killing game figuring out this one weirdo’s motivations is not her highest priority, but i think afterwards when they start working together and she has to have a strong understanding of who’s on her side, she would start questioning him the same way he questioned her during the game. and like before but flipped around, this is happening because she wants to be able to trust him. (if you think i’m implying from this series of events that byakuya starts to fall for kyoko long before she is interested in him at all: you are correct.)

and i think kyoko, once she starts to trust him, does appreciate a lot of byakuya’s qualities, like the fact he is so sure of himself nearly all the time. again, i think byakuya’s not as good at faking anything as kyoko. i think his arrogance is real and most of what he says is exactly how he feels. (MOST of it. obviously he has his funny obvious tsundere ass moments occasionally.) meanwhile kyoko has to fake her confidence constantly. my interpretation of her character is she isn’t very socially outgoing, so combined with her severe amnesia, literally her confidence in her abilities being erased from her mind, that’s why she needs makoto to help carry the trials during the killing game. she is always calm but she is always hiding. she has to fake the confidence that byakuya was born with. so what i’m saying is byakuya is the one to be like ‘excuse me she asked for no pickles’

another potential area i wanna think about re: togiri is just the topic of their families, particularly their fathers, but also their family legacies that they both carry. kyoko is the detective her father didn’t want to be. byakuya is the heir who fought and won his place just like his father. kyoko was abandoned because her father didn’t want to be part of the chain and she resents him for it. byakuya went through a situation that was in his mind comparable to the killing game because he wanted so badly to be the next link in the chain. kyoko came to hope’s peak to see her father again and found him dead, and byakuya came to hope’s peak as his family’s representative and then was told he was the last one living.

so um yeah i’m just gonna stop here i think that’s most of my thoughts currently this was..a lot LOL thank you for giving me an excuse to ramble

#togiri #danganronpa #trigger happy havoc #byakuya togami #kyoko kirigiri #analysis #ask #amaiuh

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“The Sound of Her Wings” and The Death Positive Movement (Spoilers)

Since a lot of tumblr “Sandman” fans are only focusing on HobxDream shipping (tumblr simplifying complex media to obsessive shipping - shocker), I figured it would be nice for someone to talk about Death as presented in the comics and show. How changing the order to Hob sharing an episode with Death was one of the smartest ways to do a TV adaptation.

This part in the comics didn’t get followed by the Hob story. In fact - the part with Franklin specifically had a bit more to it if I remember right. I love that Neil took the show a different route which left us with a really overall nuanced view on dying. While the story of Hob starts with Death - her personification doesn’t keep playing an active role. However death (lowercase) does. Death as a concept always underlies immortality tales. To die is a fact of life - so to defy it creates an alternate state of life. An absence of death almost brings more focus to death than death itself does. So this show made an EXCELLENT parallel in these two stories. Especially when Death’s message was how Dream should connect more with the humans that they are to serve. Which is what he is doing with his little Hob experiment and with Shakespeare.

Now onto the Death part of the episode. She brings up that when life was new that nobody really feared death. One may argue that this is contrary to our innate biological programming. After all, one classification of living things is drive to stay alive. It is a common misconception to assign that to individuals of a species, but many species have individuals knowingly die in order to reproduce (octopi) or for the good of the many (ants). Individualism doesn’t exist naturally in nature or even in most of human civilization. The West largely pushed for individualism instead of collectivism or tribalism. However, a large part of human experience in history is being willing to sacrifice or die for an ethnic group, religion, region, or familial unit. Women willing to die in childbirth. Men willing to die in wars. Death was still tragic (cultural expectations around grief and widows is fascinating) but at several points in history was viewed more casually than it was today. Even in the West - focus was on having lots of kids in case a few die. Many didn’t receive names right away which is why so many graves for babies and toddler just say “Baby” on them.

I’m still terrified of death. Most of us are. The thought of just...ending. Of life existing outside of ourselves. I’ve been extremely suicidal in the past and have to watch myself for ideation rearing its ugly head and I STILL fear death most of the time when I really think deeply about it.

This episode is important. So was the comic character. Death being positive and comforting. Death itself being compared to birth. Something that can happen to any person on any day. On your honeymoon, at birth, to violence, or at home in our old age. Few people choose how or when they go.

It reminds me of something I’ll occasionally read about called the Death Positive Movement. Don’t worry - it isn’t a murder cult. It is a movement around appreciating life, but also accepting that all truly living things must die. They fight to end the stigma around discussing death. What death means. What it looks like. For a fact of life - death is treated as a taboo subject, which only makes it scarier for people who know it is happening to them. Death wasn’t wrong for saying most people need a friendly face. Viewing Death as a gentle voice instead of a scythe wielding cloaked asshole makes the process less scary. I suggest people read more at orderofthegooddeath.com/death-positive-movement for a good intro to these concepts.

Now for someone with suicide ideation like me - I was grateful that Hob’s story followed the Death story. Because while Death is inevitable and something to be accepted - we shouldn’t seek it out. Humans can change. Society and circumstances can change. Hob himself went from curious to rich asshole to miserable drunk to slaver to savvy business dude. He improved. He grew and learned. And the world around him did as well. There is a lesson I found in the order of these two stories. Death is inevitable and an inevitable part of life (since I highly doubt a real Hob is out there lol), but life itself is equally valuable. We should treasure every second that we get of it. As someone with deep traumas and pain, it helped me to see Hob say he “has so much to live for” at his worst moments. We can destigmatize death without hating on life. Death is a part of life. John Dee said in episode 5 that all stories going on long enough end with death, but this episode proves that the stories are still worth living out til that last moment. Our stories all ending in death doesn’t mean everything before that point doesn’t matter. Our purpose is our function and our function is to live til our bodies give out on us in one way or another.

#queencolondarkwing #dream of the endless #death of the endless #hob gadling #the sound of her wings #sandman #spoilers #death positive #death positivity #death acceptance #fear of death #neil gaiman #niel gaiman #the sandman #the sandman netflix #netflix the sandman #suicide #tw suicide #tw death

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worldformula · 2 years

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I am asking about the aitsf au 👀

And I am answering! I’m gonna go down a bullet list of things I don’t think I’ve mentioned about our AU! Specifically about the siblings because my inbox is mostly about Ryuki + Saito lol so this will be a long one! Thank you for letting me go on and on about this AU seriously I enjoy it very much.

AITSF / AINI SPOILERS.

Warnings for violence, child abuse, and some seriously bad family dysfunction.

Saito has a scar around his neck, which he covers with a black choker (this is me trying to justify why he appears to be wearing two turtlenecks) (I know it’s because his model is weird but who cares). He got this from a childhood accident where Uru got angry and pushed him as they were swinging with ropes and he nearly got strangled to death. The scar is from the rope burns as he struggled. Uru wasn’t actually ever afraid of him until that day because Saito beat him up so badly for it that they had to get separated by the guards. This was also before Iris.

Following that, there is an ending where Uru finally gets to kill him (of course, it’s strangulation. Finish what you started, Uru.) but it’s also a bad one. Pretty much any ending where Saito gets killed is a bad one. But also you can imagine how insane A-Set stan Twitter is going to look following the news release that Iris’ brother killed her other brother (who killed her mother).

There was a period of 6 months where Uru and Saito just did not see each other, following Manaka’s murder. While So tried to figure out what to do about Saito, he just locked him in his room (though obviously he was let out for like, assessments and basic care) and had guards make sure no one went near (but mostly to make sure Saito didn’t get out). Uru did not know about this at all and was told he was sent away for health reasons.

Between the untreated physiological brain disorder making him upset and the distress of being stuck in The Room for so long, he developed a fear of being trapped / unable to escape. Once he was let out he moved rooms entirely and avoids The Room, which is left intact with proof of his tantrums / meltdowns (broken CRT tv, messed up walls and floors, etc).

Iris and Uru have no idea why he’s antsy about it and it bothers him immensely that they don’t have the same fear of being trapped as he does, even when he used to lock them in closets whenever he got angry with them.

This is also why he chooses to put So’s body in something as small and morbid as The Vase (it’s the vengeance babey). I have this headcanon outside of the AU but it fit really well into here, so this is the room where Hitomi shoots and kills Saito in her final girl bad ending. We love karmic retribution.

If the siblings just unionized against So, they could easily kick his ass and live like normal people. But they aren’t ever going to do that because Saito is so poisoned by the belief that he’s better than the others because he’s the true born son and they’re all inferior to him (which is undermined by the fact that So is more restrictive of him than the others + Saito himself knows he’s on thin ice constantly and is insecure about it).

So doesn’t really like any of his kids because he’s the root of all evil but if he had to pick a favorite it is actually Iris. Because Saito has a body count and Uru is deeply insecure to the point of being pathetic but at least Iris is a nice young woman who is doing literally everything she can to stay out of it. Tbh she’s slightly spared from the mind games by the sheer age gap between her and her brothers.

Despite literally all of this dysfunction, for the most part they all get along tentatively. Saito’s made himself the top of the pecking order, Uru follows Saito’s lead (but is extremely unhappy about it which is why he ends up violently repressed, susceptible to cult indoctrination, and trigger happy), and Iris respects them both from a sad distance.

The problem is that they occasionally have pretty good moments together so no matter how bad it gets, those few moments make them forget about it. Saito in particular occasionally does stand up for them against So. He was the one who convinced So to let Iris be an idol, for which she’s grateful. But he stands up to So on their behalf as a sort of power move, because neither of them have ever really stood up to their father the way Saito is able to (further establishing to them that he’s the favorite of them all).

On a lighter note, Uru in this AU is actually naturally a brunet and bleaches his hair blond. On a darker note, the combination of coloring his hair like Saito and the fact that he dresses like him (turtleneck + blazer) surely doesn’t mean anything about his self image relating to his older brother now does it.

That was 11 bullet points which I think is enough from me. Thank you!

#anonymous #ask #aitsf au #aitsf spoilers #aini spoilers #sorry for being saito centric it’s because I love a project

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Chapter 10: Bloom in the Dark

The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars

Summary and Details...

Chapter Background and Summary: In the previous chapter, Kate was shocked to learn about Sebastian's past - that he had murdered his uncle, that he felt responsible for all of his family members' deaths, that he never graduated from Hogwarts because he went to Azkaban. She asks point blank if Sebastian still uses dark magic. He does and isn't willing to give it up. Kate knows that being with a dark magic user would compromise her moral code. Both are devastated when they realize they can't be together, no matter how deep of a connection they feel to each other. They share a tearful farewell, uncertain if they'll ever see each other again. In this chapter, time passes, yet neither of them can forget about the other.

Pairing: Aged-up, post-Azkaban Sebastian Sallow x female OC (Kate Mayflower)

Trigger warnings: Angst, post-breakup feelings, loneliness, alcohol as a coping mechanism

The full chapter is available below the cut, along with the AO3 link. Any kind of feedback would be greatly appreciated. A comment, like, or Kudos would make my day.

Chapter 10: Bloom in the Dark

Sebastian stopped dead in his tracks when he skulked into the Department of Magical Law Enforcement on Monday morning. There, on the secretary’s desk, was a huge bouquet of bright yellow sunflowers. The fucking coincidence. He scowled, unable to look away.

“Mr. Sallow?” Johanna MacLaggan, the elderly office secretary, asked in a concerned tone, squinting. “Is everything alright?”

He didn’t respond right away, his face turning red.

“Uh, yeah... Yeah, everything is fine.”

“If you say so,” she replied, adjusting her glasses and then handing him some parchment. “Well, here is your schedule for the week…”

“Miss Mayflower? Erm… Miss Mayflower?”

Kate snapped out of her daydream and finally realized that a student was speaking to her. “Oh, Merlin! I’m so sorry. What do you need?”

The young redheaded girl in Ravenclaw robes pointed towards locked doors across the library. “I was hoping you might allow me to look for some information in the Restricted Section.”

Kate glanced towards it, frowning. “And your reason for entering?”

“In class, Professor Sharp mentioned a potion that can help with memory loss, but it has some ingredients that many consider… um, unsavory. I can’t help but be curious - my gran has been in St. Mungo’s for a year now with memory issues, and I’d like to know more about the potion and why the Healers don’t brew it,” she explained earnestly.

Kate sighed, recalling that Sebastian had snuck into the Restricted Section over and over as a student, searching for a cure to his sister’s illness and instead finding the dark arts. She hesitantly reached for the key and motioned for the student to follow.

As she unlocked the gate, she said firmly, “I must see your research notes when you leave, and I will be mentioning this visit to Professor Sharp. Those are the rules. Do you understand?”

The girl nodded. “Yes. That’s fine. Thank you, Miss Mayflower.”

Biting her lip, Kate watched the Ravenclaw disappear from view.

“Can I help you, sir?”

Sebastian had been wandering around the floral shop for several minutes now, passing by elegant bouquets, single stems of flowers and greens, and green house plants.

He glanced at the shopkeeper. “I… I’m looking for something specific,” Sebastian finally responded.

The man adjusted his apron. “Well, if we don’t have what you need, we can order it for a small price. What do you need?”

He cleared his throat. “Um… a Christmas cactus.”

“Oh!” the shopkeeper exclaimed, motioning for Sebastian to follow. “Right this way.”

As the two completed the transaction minutes later, the shopkeeper explained how to care for the plant. “And when the weather gets cold, that’s when it blooms. It’s rather unusual but a real delight.”

Sebastian nodded. “Someone I admire loves this plant. I thought I ought to get one as a reminder of how things can bloom even in the dark.”

Making his way out of the shop, Sebastian sighed and stared at the cactus. He wondered if buying it was a mistake. He’d probably think of Kate every time it drew his gaze - how he couldn’t be with her. Sebastian didn’t believe he would bloom in the dark, but maybe remembering how he had at least been given a chance for once would help him to keep at least a little bit of hope.

On her way out of work one evening, Kate sighed as she realized how late it was - the sun had already gone to bed. As if on cue, timed perfectly for the assistant librarian’s exit, the outdoor lights around the castle grounds came to life. With a short inhale, she turned around, looking at the school all lit up. Beautiful.

When she turned around, Kate’s eyes surveyed far ahead, trying to find the lookout spot Sebastian had taken her to, but it was impossible - there was not enough light.

She made up her mind as she crossed past the school boundaries, apparating to the Hogsmeade gardens. Her heart sank as her eyes took in the all-too-familiar setting, where days ago she had been held close, feeling safe, secure, and warm. A tear slipped from her eye as she walked to the lookout point. Wiping it away without a sound, she gazed upon Hogwarts, all lit up. The ghostly sensation of Sebastian’s arm around her waist only made her feel alone now - perhaps more than ever. Unlike last weekend, Kate would have to make her way back to her silent home all by herself - just like always.

It felt like it might hurt too much to wander the streets of Hogsmeade again so soon, having to pass by all of the shops, restaurants, and homes that she and Sebastian had, so Kate decided to just apparate home. It would be the least painful method. She thought about her kitchen, and with a crack, there she was.

Within fifteen minutes, Kate had prepared a simple meal - a cheese toastie and some soup. She slumped down. Nibbling on her food, she stole a glance at the empty chairs around the kitchen table. She could imagine Sebastian sitting right there with her, taking her hand, laughing, asking about her day. His brown eyes would sparkle; his freckled face would light up with a grin.

But there was no one with which to smile and chat. Kate was on her own.

Sebastian sighed. He had no idea why he had chosen to come here again so soon. But he wasn’t alone. Sitting in front of him in the Leaky Cauldron were his never-failing companions - two shot glasses - one filled with firewhisky, the other with gin.

Kate’s reaction to the exact same shots replayed in his mind. Her coughing, sticking out her tongue in disgust, a crinkled nose. But then a pretty smile. Laughter. Rosy cheeks.

He tipped back the firewhisky, swallowing it easily without any of the reactions Kate had. Then, he almost immediately picked up the gin. Taking a moment, he lifted the shot glass towards his nose. What had Kate said about gin? Pine needles. Smelled and tasted of pine needles. Accurate.

If he wasn’t so fucking lonely, he might have smiled at the memory.

Instead, he scowled and threw the liquid back.

The barkeeper quickly wandered over, noticing that Sebastian had finished his drinks. “Are ya looking to have more?”

Sebastian nodded, and the shot glasses refilled in a matter of moments. He put his head in his hands, then let them run through his hair as he sighed.

Two hours later, Sebastian was properly pissed. But his goal tonight had not been achieved. Instead of forgetting about Kate through his drunken stupor, he only thought about her more and more. He couldn’t take it anymore.

Stumbling off of the stool, he meandered into Diagon Alley, searching for the Owl Post.

Tap. Tap. Tap-tap.

Kate wrapped a thin robe around her body as she slipped out of bed and made her way into the kitchen. Clearly, an owl was making noise, waiting impatiently to gain her attention. Lifting the window, she carefully took the parchment from its beak, feeding it a little treat. Then, it flew off.

There was no insignia on the red seal. Kate frowned, opening the letter with curiosity. Then, as she looked at the name of the writer, she gasped, bracing herself against the counter.

Kate,

I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I disappointed you. I can’t stop thinking about you. I’m going mad. How could we have gotten so close to happiness to have it all dashed? I wish I could take it all back - everything I did when I was younger - but I can’t. What is done is done. And if my past keeps me from you, I might as well be in prison. I am in utter agony. Absolutely everything reminds me of you. Even drinking to forget about you reminds me of you!

I don’t want to be alone anymore. I know you don’t either. We want each other.

Please, forgive me. Forgive me, Kate. I just want to be with you. I want to give you everything. The entire universe. I’ll bring you the sun and the moon if we can start over.

Gods, maybe you have already moved on. I don’t know what I’m thinking, writing to you like this.

Thinking about your hand on someone else’s arm makes me want to scream, or destroy things, or maybe even die.

I know I’m not the man you thought you’d be with someday. But please give me a chance to prove that I can become that man. We are supposed to be together. I know it.

Let me hold you again. Take away your loneliness. I want to make you breakfast every morning. Help you fall asleep every night. Give you anything you desire. Anything.

I just need to see you again. Please don’t give up on us. I won’t.

Can we meet?

The Three Broomsticks. Dinner. Next Thursday at 6 pm.

If you don’t want to see me, I will … I don’t even know. But I’ll understand. I won’t bother you forever if you don’t want me the way I want you. Just know… I am yours. Completely. If you can somehow accept me, you will never be lonely again. Be my sunshine, and I’ll be your moon. I’ve only just found you, and I don’t want to live without you ever again. Please, Kate. Please.

Yours,

Sebastian

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy sebastian #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x oc #post azkaban sebastian #hufflepuff x slytherin #sebastian sallow angst #aged up sebastian sallow

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Pale 5.b

Haven't commented on this before, but I like how for interludes the header art doesn't have its person in it. Wonder if there's a correlation between which background gets used for which interlude point of views? Or if its just going through in order.

I wonder how Daniel is going to do, if he runs into either of the Kennet Faeries? Neither is from Dark Spring, which should help some, but still.

Clementine was in love, and Clementine had been good to him. A potential lifetime of love in this gritty, ill-tempered world was worth more than any brief solace he might manage.

that's sweet. He and Avery should talk some more

A narrow sliver on the watch cast out boundaries to define a narrow slice of the town, and within that slice time was passing faster.

is this watch just surfacing due to Gilded Lily, or was it planted to delay Bristow's searchers?

He sang to it in a language it didn’t know it knew. It took him three tries, and the second nearly scared it off. It approached from the grass. He took it into his hand and he touched it with a gentleness that alleviated it of a short lifetime of anxieties.

Disney princess powers

“You’ll get into a bit of trouble, but I’m promising you magic. I’ll open your eyes and you’ll see a bit more magic in the world for the rest of your life. Isn’t that worth it?”

oh this is a bit fucked. I think he means it kindly, but this could put her in danger.

Not old enough to be on her own. Well, she wasn’t on her own. She had him and a bird that was happy to perch and listen to his song. She kept looking back in the direction of her mom, but she followed behind as if she were in fetters.

don't like that phrasing!

Her eyes were a light gray-blue, flecked with gold. He could stare into them, and he could get lost in them, at least for a moment.

so this is what he meant by he falls in love a little with every woman he meets

Would you take something else in trade? Would it suffice if I struck a pretty enough pose? I know people pay models and I’ve been told I’m very pretty.

Wondering now, since there are three Aware, and Clem already met Avery, if Daniel and whatsherface will each meet a different member of the trio

“And what does paying the bills do for you?” he asked her. “Does it enrich the soul? Does it expand you as a person?”

does it spark joy?

“Come with me, walk away from this. I will show you wonder within the hour, one way or another.”

do not do this

“I’m abducting the girl,” Daniel said, to the old man.

bad !!

“Put me in a cage, if you will. But you don’t need one, because I don’t imagine I’d run. I’d sing for you, a songbird, a personal bard.”

so I imagine this would be a great way to get his sister here intent on murder

And your sister would mourn a bloody swathe between the point she learns of your going and the point she finds her understanding

yeah. and I love how mourn is being used in this sentence

He felt sadness swell in his chest. “…You’re falling to Winter? You stand on the cusp?”

oh. fuck! not sure what this means for trustworthyness, if he's trying to hold off winter or if he's accepted it.

“I still have adventures and tasks I must see to their natural ends.” “How many? A handful?” The giant was silent. “Three?” Daniel asked. “Two?”

The Carmine Beast's murder investigation? He's still training Lucy, and he hasn't given Verona a gift yet. Does waiting to see what Avery's glamour does count?

And man Daniel is good at this. Starting to understand why the dossier said not use glamour against either sibling

#booksandchainmail reads pale #pale #wildbow

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lya-dustin · 1 year

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Someone will remember us

Chapter 34

Cw: violence, death, blood, child abuse, slavery, racism, atonic seizure, underage drinking

Gif by: @alicentloyalist

Taglist: @stargaryenx

Aemma, as tame as she looks, is the blood of the dragon.

Aemma, as tame as she looks, can hold her own in a fight.

Aemma, sweet Aemma who cannot stand injustice and disliked seeing executions, had unleashed all her fury at the people running, spectating, and ignoring the children in the fighting pits.

Aemond has never loved her more.

“They! Are! Children!” his princess shouted as she whipped the owner of that fine establishment --- a street corner to be exact--- with his own whip while Cole led his men in arresting everyone present.

Aemond unsheathed his sword and cut down the first man who came to stop her crusade. “Come near my lady wife, and you will be apologizing to the Stranger.”

“Let it be known that anyone who continues this abhorrent practice will face my wrath and that of my dragon!” Aemma proclaimed and snapped the whip for effect. “May the gods have mercy on you for I will not!”

The hem of her dress is brown with mud and muck, there is a splatter of blood across the bodice and the ribbon holding her thick hair behind her head snapped off gods know when.

His wife wears no crown, but she looks every inch a queen.

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“Aemma is not reckless, she is passionate. There is a difference, Criston.” Teora thinks his concern for Aemma is quite cute. Definitely a better color on him than his irrational hatred years back.

“Had Prince Aemond not had his sword; she would have been murdered.” The knight points out and sat still as she removed the ribbon that had snagged on the greaves of his armor. “It is as if she cannot measure the dangers of acting so rashly.”

Aemma had taken to wearing the ribbon she once gave Laenor, but the silk had gotten so old and worn that it never stayed in place. She had worn it that day and lost it like she lost her cool head.

It was coincidence that the ribbon had gotten caught in Criston’s armor, but many a bard and poet had claimed that the Dornish Knight had been designated as the Princess’ protector by the gods themselves.

“You act as if you are unfamiliar with six- and ten-year-olds, her mother was nearly as impulsive, and Laenor was far worse. We just happened to ensure Aemma’s impetuosity is fed into something good, like justice.” The septa explained as they waited outside the Queen’s chambers.

Teora can hear the shouting match from there, Aemma is not one to be cowered, but Aemond has apologized to his mother for their reckless actions before being ordered out.

Criston would go after him, talk to him as a father should with his son.

“An admirable thing, truly, Septa, but such things will get her hurt one day or have her follow---” the knight begins and the Velaryon woman stops him with a look.

The queen may encourage such diatribe, but Teora will make sure the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard remembers he himself is not without sin.

“If I didn’t know you any better, I would not remind you that you were the first to dishonor her. Tell me, Ser Criston, did honor ever compare to that young woman’s love?”

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“If you were my daughter, I would strike you.” The queen paces as she reprimands her. A week after the wedding, the queen is already wanting to hit her. “Do you know what your little crusade has cost you?”

“You and your father never planned on letting me have them anyways, what does it matter now?” Aemma threw back still angry, her blood still hot from earlier. She has always had a problem with authority, especially if that authority was in the wrong.

At home this was tolerated, here it gets her yelled at by the queen who used to physically discipline her children. A practice her parents and grandmother frowned upon, even Daemon refused to lay a hand on his daughters.

She remembers seeing bruises on Aemond and Aegon, she remembers how they used to flinch when Alicent tried to touch them.

Aemma will never be like her, she vows she will never be like Alicent.

“Do not raise your voice at me, I am your queen!” Alicent wagged her finger at her in anger.

“Then you have done a miserable job as queen, your own grandchild, Aegon’s own child, was thrown into a rat pit to be killed for other’s enjoyment! Imagine my horror when Aemond told me these are commonplace, that it has been brought up to your attention and that you and your father ignore it!”

The queen stops suddenly and stares at her like a fish. “What do you mean, Aegon’s son?”

“Gaemon Waters, the boy he fathered on a whore name Essie. The brothelkeeper took the boy from her and sold him to the fucking bastard I whipped to death. Children are being sold to men like that and being forced to fight beasts and other children, one of them even had white foam in her mouth.” Aemma answered wondering why her having the knowledge about Aegon’s natural son astonished her so much.

Mattered to the queen more than knowing that children were being abused in such a way.

“Who told you this?” the queen asked.

“The owner of Essie’s new establishment, Mysaria of Lys.” The princess continues ignoring the fear in the queen’s eyes, fear that someone knows Aegon’s bastard exists. Why should that matter? Everyone had bastards, until there was something “She told me that tradesmen and other people of standing have petitioned to the Hand and the Magisters to end such a practice, and that the Gold Cloaks are too corrupt to do anything.”

“Then you should have come to me, Aemma. You cannot go around like a madwoman taking such matters into your own hands. There are rules and strictures you must follow, and you cannot ignore them if you wish to be queen.” Obedience, that is what all ladies are told to have above all.

Obey the system in place and do everything right, everything else must be second.

But Aemma has been taught something else, rebellion.

You do not get anything by obeying a system that is too oppressive and flawed to stand, you get what you want if you are willing to carve your own path.

“Something had to be done. Those children didn’t have the luxury of waiting, your grace. Perhaps in an idyllic world where the current system functions as it should, I would have brought it up to you and your father, but I could not let anymore children die.” The princess knew she was stubborn, and she could stand here and keep yelling back at her all day.

But she had promised to give the queen a chance, for Aemond’s sake.

“You have a good heart, gods know you do, Aemma, but you cannot afford to lose control. There are whispers about your affliction, I have done my best to keep my father in the dark about it, but you have too many enemies around you. You need to be careful.” The queen’s voice is low, a whisper by the time she says the word affliction.

“Who told you?” who betrayed me, Aemma asks.

Aemond wouldn’t betray her like this, no it couldn’t be him. He is such a mama’s boy, but he would not be so stupid.

“No one, the Grand Maester mentioned Aemond looking into Archmaester Vaegon’s meditations and inquired about his fits. Your grandmother confirmed my suspicions the day of the tourney.” The queen tries to be kind, perhaps in her mind she thinks herself a good person, but Aemma has only known her to be the cruel bitch who delighted in her mother and father’s humiliations and suffering.

“My health is my issue and mine alone.” The princess says and prepares to walk out, but the queen grabbed her wrist gently and her arm decides to go limp in the queen’s hands.

“Do them no violence, unless they resist,” Ser Otto Hightower commanded. “Such men as bend the knee and swear fealty to King Aegon shall suffer no harm at our hands.”

“And those who will not?” asked Grand Maester Orwyle.

“Are traitors and must die a traitor’s death.”

Fuck.

Fuck it all.

“Hightower will kill us all.” She gasps as she crumbles to the floor.

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“I killed someone today.” Aemond confided in Cole, he always did. There were things he could not tell mother, but there were things only Cole could understand.

“I know.” The Dornish Knight does not look at him with horror as his mother did.

It is just another milestone in a knight’s life. Their first kill.

Cole hands him a wine skin with strong Dornish red he favors and the prince drinks it gratefully.

“I was younger than you, I think. I was a squire for Lord Dondarrion, some Dornish wench pulled out a knife when she’d gotten him where she wanted him. She called me a traitor to my own people, said no songs would ever be sung about me.” His mother did not know Cole like he did. Aemond loves his mother, but even he knows mother could never handle seeing past the chivalrous exterior Cole shows.

“The man I killed called Aemma a darkie,” Aemond admitted.

‘All hail the Darkie Queen’ the man had called her as he branded his knife.

For all the purity of their Valyrian blood, House Velaryon and House Celtigar were looked down on because of the color of their skin.

The fairer your skin the better you are, or so the Andals and the First Men taught them and many still believed that.

Old Valyria believed the opposite. The darker your skin, the better.

Aegon the Conqueror had taken after his Velaryon mother, looking more like Corlys Velaryon than father or Daemon, but when Aenys and Maegor were born with skin as pale as Rhaenyra’s Strong boys, no one batted an eye.

Who would dare call Aegon the Dragon a cuckold?

Perhaps that had been what Rhaenyra and Laenor had hoped for when Aemma’s half-brothers kept on being born.

“I don’t regret killing him.” The prince feels better having said it. “I don’t think Aemma regrets whipping the rat pit owner to death either.”

“Men like that deserved worse, your highness. But her grace is a lady, as is your wife, things are expected of them.” Cole points out and takes a swig of the wine skin when Aemond hands it back. “Ladies are to be defended by knights, didn’t I teach you better?”

Perhaps that may be true for Andals, but only mother is Andal here.

Aemond snorts at his mentor’s words. “The Queen Who Never Was would take offense at your words, Cole.”

Targaryens were fire and blood, just like the Velaryons are sea and salt. Too much for anyone to handle, which was why they married each other so often.

“I suppose Targaryen women are exceptions, your highness.” The knight conceded, speaking from experience.

“Your highness, her grace sends for you.” The handmaiden hails him frantically. “The Princess, she---”

“Should I fetch a maester?” Talya asked and the prince shook his head as he led Cole back to mother’s chambers.

Gods help them if his grandfather learns of Aemma’s visions.

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Notes: given that the Velaryons are now black, Aegon the Conqueror's mom (Valaena Velaryon)being a biracial woman means her kids would be white passing but not as white as the Targs are on the show. Which is a plot hole and the main credits do hint at the theory that Aegon’s kids were as illegitimate as Rhaenyra’s Strong Boys.

My explanation here is the theory that Aenys and Maegor were the sons of a white Targaryen and that Aegon I was infertile.

Maybe Alyssa Velaryon (Aenys' wife and Boremund and Jocelyn Baratheon’s mom) was a white passing biracial woman who married two white men(Aenys and Rogar Baratheon) and had extremely white passing kids, but unless the why are the Velaryons black when by default the Targs should be as well given the history of intermarriage is explained, this is the more obvious explanation.

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