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landovilla · 5 months

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read your mind.

༉‧₊˚ reader gets a certain reply to her story.

pairing: charles leclerc x poc!reader

fc: aeri from aespa!!

trope:situation opps!

warnings: suggested smut but no smut happens. semi-love bombing?? toxic umm.. time skips a lot.

content: reader kind of falls too fast. charles being a dickhead idk. lando 😂😂 shh.. texts & insta post (just once). maybe bad gammer sorryyy. low caps !!!!!!

words: 1.3k ??

🎐 speaking!: hi this is my first post im kind of nervous... mo encourage me to start posting on tumblr!! also might make a part two if it gets attention 🤗 hope you enjoy!!

she wasn't a fan of him, she never was at first. It was just an accident that he followed her nothing else. But it wasn't accident that he replied to her story right?

charles_leclerc replied to your story!

ynusername's story

charles_leclerc

😍😍

ynusername

erm.. I think you replied on accident!

charles_leclerc

that was no accident sweetheart

ynusername

charles_leclerc

you're very pretty

ynusername

tell me something I don't hear🤣 be original racer boy

charles_leclerc

haha racer boy?

ynusername

isn't that what you are lolol

charles_leclerc

I mean yeah?

ynusername

ok 👍

she didn't reply after that. she didn't felt the need to. yes, a famous man that hundreds of girls drooled over would kill to be in her position! but yn had heard questionable actions the man had gotten into. she thought he would get the damn hint by now but he didn't.

charles_leclerc

ouch delivered for 1 week :(?

ynusername

I'm a busy girl..

charles_leclerc

not even time for me?

ynusername

no who are you?

are you mark lee didn't think so

charles_leclerc

just wanna know the pretty girl

ynusername

you literally don't even know who I am

NO. How did you find my instagram?

charles_leclerc

lily follows u

ynusername

um ok but ??

charles_leclerc

she posted ur post once on her story and i just had to take my shot

ynusername

erm congrats! 🎊🍾

charles_leclerc

are you always a cold bitch

ynusername

and do u think every girl can just fall for you!! oh I'm so sorry !

charles_leclerc

I must admit ur funny

ynusername

I know I am☺️

yn wasn't going to keep texting him that's what she said. she was wrong, she found herself clicking the Instagram app opening his messages. she found herself texting him everyday, as the time passed soon or later they exchanged numbers. the more they talked, the more she found out about him.

she knew he was three years older but it was fine! he didn't seem to have bad intentions. she loved the way he would give her pet names or responding quickly. yn just felt like she could fall in love again after her ex situation.

the two soon or later began calling after two months of charles begging, she finally gave in. "so.. are you gonna say something or just be staring at the screen?" yn spoke softly looking into her camera. his grin widened, "you have a hot voice too-" she stared at her screen for awhile before replying, "ok I'm hanging up now-"

charles!!

hii pretty girl

yn 🤍

helloooo char:)

charles!!

cant wait to see you after all of these months

yn🤍

it's literally been what?

5 months talking 😃

charles!!

and? I promised you that confession in person didn't I?

yn🤍

shut ur mouth

charles!!

only if it's ur lips

he was the sweetest once they met, he wrapped an arm around her waist instantly. charles pecked her cheek and looked at her with a wide smile.

"hey"

she smiled back,

"hey"

they were happy for awhile, why wouldn't they? charles would take her on the most expensive dates yet. he would have her by his side no matter what the occasion. when it was race day, she was there even when he lost terribly. she would always be there for him.

but they weren't official, she never thought he would take this long to ask her to his official girlfriend. when she confronted about it to him, he always said the same thing.

"I do want you to be my girlfriend. It's just I want to plan it out perfectly just for you, my girl"

she should've never believed him. she should've started getting suspicious when he suddenly stopped asking her to go to his races occasionally. but she didn't question it, just brushing it off thinking he was just busy that's all.

hi!!

charles!!

hey pretty, how are you?

good gooddd

you've been lagging on me tbh😞

charles!!

Ik ik

it's just been busy lately

yk training and stuff

yeah I know

I just miss talking to you

charles!!

you'll have me to yourself soon

right ☺️

yn just thought he was busy that's all. he's a celebrity and celebrities are always busy, right? it wasn't until a week later where he finally invited her to a dinner celebration with other f1 drivers. his hand resting on her lower back the majority of the time as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

"you should've not worn this dress. you look out of this world" he whispered in her ear before placing a peck on her cheek. she felt herself start forming a smile at his compliment. no matter how hard she tried not give him an reaction she always failed. the sweetness from him quickly ended when he left her alone in the table going to chat along with the other boys.

she was incredibly bored, one of her fingers tapping the table. she didn't know anyone in the celebration. the girlfriends of the other drivers were in their own world not even paying attention to her. yn was safe to say she felt excluded by everyone here. she would've been talking to lily but lily seemed to skip this dinner party this time.

20 minutes ended up passing by, she felt incredibly small at this point. she flinched slightly feeling someone tap her shoulder. her gaze shifted to the person next to her. he was smiling at her widely. "hey! did charles dumbass leave you here alone?" yn chuckled slightly. "I guess he got too caught up with the others" he hummed with her response.

"I'm lando" she hummed giving him a soft smile, "lando? alright im yn" he grinned this time showing off his pearly whites. "yn, what a pretty name for a pretty girl" she laughed shaking her head.

she placed her chin on her hand taking in his appearance, "I would compliment you back but I don't think I can" he leaned closer to her. "oh really? why? is charles your boyfriend now?" she was going to say yes but he wasn't her boyfriend. "well not yet. though I only have eyes on him" lando tilted his head and leaned back onto his chair. "if I was him I would've made you my girlfriend already by the third month" his words made her heart sting.

the ride back to the hotel was silent. when the two had step inside charles closed the door behind them leaning against the door. "didn't know you were all smiles with lando" yn sat on the edge of the bed looking at him. "what? he was just keeping me company" she frowned, why was he acting like this?

"stay away from him pretty, he just wants to steal you from me" he spoke softly as he walked in front of her. "you can do that for me right?" his hand brushed her strand of hairs away from her eyes. she was a weak women, "yeah I can" charles smiled satisfied he grip her chin up placing a kiss on her lips. he slowly pushed her down onto the bed. "so good to me, yeah?" he heavily breathed.

"god, let's get you out of this dress"

yn felt stupid for waiting his notifications. she wonder what went wrong was it because she responded too quickly? she didn't know but she was tired. she was tired of his excuses for not asking her out officially. she was tired of him responding so late to her lately.

what position you got her in😂😐

charles.

what..?

oh now u reply lol

charles

yn, you know im busy.

and im sick of you being so-called busy everyday.

charles

you know that's what I mean though. It's not my fault I have training and stuff.

you know what charles, im tired of whatever we have going on. I don't wanna be just a stupid situation. Why won't you make me your girlfriend yet? it's been over 7 months of us talking, going on dates, literally fucking?? what else do you want from me?

charles

im sorry yn. it's just im scared my fans will hurt you they aren't used to me dating girls with black hair and yk?

what the fuck.

im starting to think you don't actually like me

charles

I do I swear

no you don't. you would've accepted me. sorry im not a blonde girl with blue eyes. have fun with your new bitch i can tell you've been texting someone new.

charles

wait yn please just listen to me

read

he spammed her for almost a week but that quickly ended. she was heartbroken, who wouldn't be though? she hated the fact that he just was experimenting around with her. that same week he was spotted with a girl with blonde hair. it broke her, so she did what any girl would do after a situation.

she instantly went insane, crying to sad songs on blast. she clearly looked like a mess, it didn't help that after that her fall semester started. people stared at her like she was crazy. her hair was always in a messy hairstyle she didn't even bother wearing makeup or dressing up.

"you seriously need to get over him" her best friend said through the phone screen. yn looked at her with a frown, "i seriously cannot" the friend sighed shaking her head softly. "that's because you keep making it worse. I say dye your hair blonde and post just to show him you'll look good in any hair color" yn raised her eyebrows as she fixed the camera on the call.

"isn't that just making me seem desperate though?"

"well, if he texts you just ignore him. hey who knows maybe another driver will text you" she winked teasing.

"I don't think so... charles didn't let me talk to any of them" she sighed flopping down on her bed again.

"and? he isn't here now is he?"

ynusername posted!

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charles_leclerc

hey, I missed you, pretty girl.

landonorris

hey😁

🎐: wowahhhh that was crazy 🤣😂(no it wasn't) I hope you enjoyed this short oneshot!! lmk if you want a part two fr😊

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stabbyfoxandrew · 28 days

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Hey Aerie! I hope you're having a good week!! Could I have some Arsonist Neil? Are they gonna meet!? Or is Neil to anxious? Ahhh! I wish you a good rest of the week!

WIP Wednesday (3/27) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 125)

Neil stares at his phone until it times out and the screen goes dim. What’s he supposed to do now? Keep poking the bear until Andrew eventually blocks his number? No, no. He doesn’t want that. He’ll… He’ll give Andrew a while to cool down, then try to explain how he’d freaked out about hearing a name that shouldn’t matter anymore.

How he’d asked the barista to borrow a pen to write a note, ordered Andrew a muffin as promised, and ducked out. He did the best he could. Or so he thought. Maybe he should’ve tried to stick it out. Part of him was tempted to just sit in the parking lot and wait for Andrew to arrive. Maybe they could’ve talked like that, just the two of them.

Maybe he’ll offer that. That they could try again. Somewhere… Less crowded. Somewhere Neil doesn’t feel the need to look over his shoulder. Like here, in the hotel room maybe. Well, actually that’s a terrible idea. Neil will think of something better. Some sort of compromise.

But what if Andrew’s already told his bosses about the arsonist he’s been talking to? And what if they can track this number somehow? Oh shit. Neil quickly turns off his phone and yanks the battery out of the back just in case. He’s not sure that could keep anyone from finding it, but that’s what his mother always used to do so he’ll just hope it works.

Neil scrubs a hand over his face and realizes it’s shaking. Fuck, he needs…

He needs to either burn something or talk to Andrew. And only one of those is an option currently. But it’s the middle of the afternoon. He promised his mother he wouldn’t light fires in broad daylight anymore. Okay, yes. Mary is dead. But. It was still a promise. Besides that, he hasn’t found a new place to burn yet.

Neil climbs up onto the bed and disengages the smoke alarm. Then he grabs his lighter and goes into the bathroom. He’s done this a few times before. When he had no other outlet for this demon that lives under his skin. He yanks down the shower curtain and drops it behind him, then stacks the extra toilet paper rolls in the bathtub and lights the top one.

It’s paper. And it’s dry. So it lights like a dream and catches quicker than Neil can blink. The flames are orange as the wallpaper and standing straight up, barely dancing because they’re inside with no wind to guide them.

But it’s still soothing. Still sort of beautiful. Almost.

He watches it until he can feel his fingers again. Until the outside of the roll has charred itself black and the bottom one starts to catch. The flames eat away at it, racing towards the porcelain of the tub. Neil snaps out of it just in time to cut the shower on and put it out.

It barely leaves a scorch mark. He can buff that out later.

He’s not sure if he can buff out this thing with Andrew.

#aghhh i guess you'll already know by the time you get down here but.. neil bailed TWT (these poor idiots are both so stupid i-)#btw muah!!! <3<3<3 #andreil #aftg #WIP Wednesday #Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew #🕊️#answered #c-lion

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 3 months

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From the Ashes Pt. 33

Pairing(s): Pairing(s): Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader, one-sided!Jaime Lannister x Lannister!Reader, Jaime Lannister x Cersei Lannister

Warnings: slow burn fic, changing povs, Cersei POV

Words: 3724

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Book Two of Dārilaros hen ōrbar se perzys (Heir of Ash and Fire)

Her glare was unrelenting and if Ser Kevan Lannister hadn’t known her since the very day she was born, perhaps he would have been unnerved by the venom in her sharp green eyes. The eyes of his older brother Tywin. That’s what Cersei’s glare reminded him of. Out of all the children that Tywin sired, Cersei was the most like him without a doubt. Her abrasive demeanor as she refused to relax in the carriage that traveled to the port of Casterly Rock that led out to the Sunset Sea. It would be the only way to travel to Dorne at the moment. The land that led to the Dornish Marches was ravaged by war; scars from the wildfire and bloodstains soaking into the ground. Towns and estates alike were arming up, afraid of what Aerys may do next now that the threat of Rhaegar had subsided momentarily.

“Who even knows if Oberyn Martell is still alive.” Cersei spat, her elegant fingers gripping at her knees as she glares at her uncle who was in charge of transporting her safely to Dorne. “He could have died in the most recent wildfire episode. There still hasn’t been a body count of those who have perished.”

Kevan sighed at his niece’s belligerent cruelty and disregard for the man she was scheduled to marry. A valid question though: was Oberyn and the others still alive? No message had been sent from Rhaegar’s army to Tywin for help. “If Lord Tywin demands that I deliver you safely to Doran Martell, then I will humbly carry out that demand.”

“You’ve always been a spineless man with no original thought. As long as I can remember you’ve been at my father’s beck and call.”

She was trying to make him angry so that his guard would slide down. He knew her tricks though and had been warned thoroughly by Tywin to not listen too much to Cersei’s jabs. It was how she best manipulated people. Family didn’t matter to her as long as she got what she wanted from them. Kevan didn’t exactly know when his niece had changed from a sweet girl, the apple of everyone’s eye, to this calculating woman that watched his every twitch.

“He is my lord liege and even though he’s your father, he’s your lord liege as well. You must obey him.”

Of course women must be obedient to men. Cersei thought bitterly to herself and pursed her painted lips. She had to think of a way to get out of this. Originally she had agreed with her father’s plan to marry Oberyn, even if he was a philandering Dornishman. Even accepted her fate as long as the darkin completed his job. There was utter silence from the darkin’s end. It had been weeks since her last correspondence to him; he should have been able to kill (y/n) and get Jaime by now for Cersei had great suspicions that Jaime was with her. It couldn’t be a coincidence that Jaime disappeared the night Cersei set fire to (y/n)’s room. She knew her brother better than she knew herself. And Cersei was certain that following the days before the fire, he had fallen for (y/n). How stupid of Jaime to be attracted to his other sister. Cersei nearly laughed at the thought and the morbid irony of it. From one sister to another. His twisted affections would have lead him to saving (y/n) if he found her in danger. They never did find her body. Only the charred remains of (y/n)’s maid.

Internally Cersei scowls at the thought of the maid. Stupid girl. She could have lived if she had just walked away like Cersei told her to do. Of course she would have never really let the maid live if she had listened to Cersei and walked out of the room. There could be no witness to her sororicide.

“You think this is your victory?” The maid with short hair had bitterly smiled. “You are wrong, Cersei. You’ve always been wrong.”

She had been standing right in front of (y/n)’s bed that faced the door. For the life of Cersei she couldn’t remember her name, but in the long run it didn’t matter. Cersei had been forced to bludgeon the maid until she was a crumpled mess on the ground.

“I know the past year has been hard for you. With (y/n)’s death and Jaime vanishing-”

“I could care less about (y/n).” Her words were quick and ready on her tongue like a lashing. “Jaime might as well be dead with her.”

He couldn’t believe the remorseless words Cersei hissed out. Jaime and Cersei had been inseparable in their early years, even to the point where Cersei would pretend to be Jaime in order to do the things that he did like sword training. Kevan wanted to sum it up to trauma of all the events that had happened to her in a short amount of time. The wound of losing her mother at a young age hadn’t healed. All of her siblings were gone. She was the only child sired by Tywin Lannister left. And she was being forced to go to the desert land of Dorne.

Not looking forward to the sea voyage either, Kevan was aware that this would be a long journey for they had to travel along the coast of Westeros all the way to Sunspear. They couldn’t risk being spotted by any of Aerys’s allies for it would surely raise questions. Being with Cersei the entire time, it was by no means a vacation.

Slowly the carriage pulls to a stop and Cersei could hear the obnoxious squawks of seagulls who scavenged the harbor in search of food. A number of people were milling about, going on with their daily lives; completely ignorant of Cersei as she was helped down by another guard. All together her company amounted to five Lannister guards including her uncle. Luggage was being transported from the top of the cart to the ship waiting out on the water. Red sails billowed lazily against the breeze, every so often revealing the golden lion embroidered onto it. The smell of fish assaulted all of her senses as fishing boats docked and unloaded their day’s work.

If she ran now, maybe she could find a place to lay low until they stopped searching for her. Cersei’s mind was working fast to come up with a sure fire plot to escape.

Kevan Lannister, as if reading her mind, places a hand on her shoulder and steers her to the dock; ignoring her slightly dragging feet, trying to prolong her departure.

I’m not going to Dorne. By the might of the gods I WILL not go to Dorne. Cersei screamed to herself over and over again even as she walked down the wooden pier, her heels clicking roughly against the sea breeze warped wood.

Experimentally, Cersei glances over the dock and into the water to gauge how deep it was. She was fairly good at swimming, although her gown would cause issues and weigh her down. Her heart was pounding nauseatingly hard and she felt her stomach churning with uneasiness. If the darkin did complete his task, how would he find her?

The closer they approached the Lannister ship that Tywin had readied for her, the more anxious she grew. This couldn’t happen. They didn’t even know if Oberyn was alive! How could Tywin send her blindly without knowing her fiance's fate? Did he know something that she didn’t?

She hated it. Hated Tywin. Hated Oberyn. Hated (y/n).

Hated Jaime even. He abandoned her for (y/n).

She stops in her steps despite Kevan trying to pull her along. Digging in her heels she forces her uncle to look back at her. They were just a few inches from the plank that led up to the ship. Men were still milling around them with her chests filled with expensive clothes and part of her generous dowry that Doran had requested.

Cersei grits her teeth, eyes wild and slightly startling Kevan. “I’m not going to Dorne.”

There was little pity he felt for Cersei and her furocity. Mixed with a bit of admiration. Even now Cersei was too stubborn to admit defeat. “I’m afraid you are.”

Two Lannister guards have appeared behind Cersei so that the only way for her to escape was to jump into the water. Her weighty skirts would certainly drag her to a watery grave.

Rage and tears burned behind her eyes as she is forced up to the deck of the ship then led to her own personal room. It was small, dark, and utterly depressing with only a small porthole to look out of. It guaranteed no escape. Tywin would not risk losing his last child. Not that the room was all that terrible; there was a beautiful dark wood desk and plenty of oil lamps to light up the room. Her bed even had some of her own linens from her bed in Casterly Rock. Everything to make her cell comfortable. There was nothing that could comfort her though. It was the end of the line for her.

A lioness being backed into a cage. The panic was immediate in her when she put one step forward then another, but her face was calm. For even though panic had seized her, so did anger and with anger came the desire for retribution.

Deck hands were bumbling around above preparing to set sail to Dorne. The journey would be a long one and with the knowledge that she was not a willing occupant, Kevan made the wise choice to sequester Cersei off to her own room. “If you need anything, don’t be afraid to ask.” He stood at the threshold of her door, looking into her room at a safe distance.

“Release me, that’s what I need.”

Exasperated with his niece, Kevan shook his head and closed the door. Cersei could hear the click of a lock. They were definitely taking all necessary precautions for her.

She wanted to rage, to scream and bang her fists against the door. Spill every curse that she knew. That would be unbecoming for a lady of her tier. Instead she huffed out hot air and angrily sat at her small desk. The events that led up to her capture were replaying in Cersei’s mind. Tywin’s disappointed gaze as he basically said that (y/n) was better than Cersei for marrying Rhaegar all on her own without any schemes or planning.

How did they expect her to stay peacefully in her prison when her thoughts were running wild. She had lost her own father’s favor. His slight comment on (y/n) made it clear to Cersei that his opinion on the pitiful Lannister girl had brightened considerably after her supposed death. (y/n) stole everyone from her. The moment she was conceived had been the end for Cersei and her perfect family.

Out of frustration, Cersei swiped all of the contents that had decorated her desk off onto the floor in a loud clatter. Her life shouldn’t have taken this turn. Before (y/n) had been born, Cersei’s life had been going up and up. She was the center of her mother’s attention and the pride of her father. Yet no one had asked how she felt about Joanna having another baby. When her mother gave the family the news that she was with child once more, Cersei felt the indignation of not being consulted. She knew a six year old had little say in family decisions but it was still a hard truth to swallow for young Cersei; she who thought the whole world belonged to her.

Then came that squawking creature that should have died at birth. Tywin should have never tried to revive the child and just leave her be. Everything around her rotted; Jaime had Tywin’s favoritism due to him being the heir and future lord, and (y/n) had secured Joanna’s affections. Leaving nothing for Cersei.

The darkin was supposed to change things. All those late night rendezvous with a former member of the Golden Company who still had ties to the assassins. The gold she had stolen from her father’s own coffers to get the information she desired could buy an entire town. A sinister whisper had bugged her from the night where she thought (y/n) was finally dead. That whisper taunted her that (y/n) wasn’t dead, that the girl had somehow survived.

No, Cersei had thought to herself that was impossible. (y/n) would be burned beyond recognition. There was absolutely no way that (y/n) could have survived.

Yet there was that whisper that kept her up at night. It made her anxious and doubt herself. They hadn’t found her body. No remains, not even an article of clothing while the maid’s corpse was charred and difficult to scrape off of the ground.

Cersei put her head in her hands.

The hours drummed against her skull, stretching to unbearable lengths that had Cersei knocking on her own door to be let out. A small stretch and the salty ocean air were all the entertainment that was offered to her. Her room had been slowly closing in on her and she needed out but there was no one to answer her. Perhaps her Uncle Kevan wanted her to be out of sight and out of mind. Compared to his older brother, Kevan was made of weaker material. The man even had a soft spot for her misshapen brother.

She hadn’t thought much of Tyrion, even when he disappeared from Casterly Rock. Ser Kevan had been concerned and sent a small search party to scour the surrounding areas big and small. Cersei had figured they would find his dead body fairly quickly, but much like with (y/n) nothing had been found.

It became clear after five more minutes of knocking that no one was going to answer her let alone allow her out of her cell. She would be forced to simmer in her anger which was never a good thing.

Always underestimated, no one ever expected the actual intelligence that Cersei possessed just because she was a woman. That was why she was smarter. Cersei found men easy to manipulate moreso.

Her mind had just started working when her door opened. Timidly, her uncle steps in with a tray of food. Was it already supper time?

Cersei glanced out of the dirty porthole to gauge the time of day but it was difficult with the grime that caked the glass. Ears trained on the noises behind her as Ser Kevan settled her tray down on her desk. He noticed the strewn items on the ground, some broken. “Dinner.”

“I can see that. Why didn’t anyone open the door when I knocked on it?” She snapped her face back toward him, her green eyes deadly slits.

“No one heard. Cersei, we must discuss your etiquette and behavior in Dorne. You can’t act like this when you meet Doran Martell. You will be representing not just your father, but all of Casterly Rock. His brother is risking quite a lot in this war. As is Tywin. . . There are certain expectations set for you.” Kevan stands tall trying to pass a formidable aura. “And remember that you did agree to this all.”

Partially. Tywin had told her that he had offered her hand in marriage to Oberyn Martell, he didn’t necessarily ask for her approval of the matter. All she could do was let the cards fall where they may. She was holding out hope that Oberyn did perrish in the deadly wildfire. Oberyn’s death may very well be her only way out of this mess.

Cersei was ready to utter her reply before the ship sharply leaned to the side making Ser Kevan take a tumble and nearly fall right into his niece who was trying to keep her balance. The boards that composed the ship shivered at the impact. An ear splitting banging reverberated in Cersei’s skull. Vaguely the sound of bells could be heard above. Bells and battle horns.

“Stay here!” Kevan hissed at her and rushed to the door, slamming it closed right in her face as she had tried to slip out.

What Cersei didn’t know at the time was that the cruel gods had smiled down upon her and granted her wish to never set foot in Dorne. Her answer came in the shape of pirates as they fought off the Lannister men. Smoke filled the sea and lungs of men. They had been laying in wait for the perfect prey. Patience paid off. Isn’t that what Tywin had always told Cersei?

Excitement above, Cersei stalked around her small room anxious. She couldn’t even see what was going on.

There was so much yelling and screaming she could hear; who was winning?

The scuffling of boots was growing closer to her room. Other nearby rooms were being broken into, hinges torn off or doors destroyed entirely with swords. Only a matter of time before they reached her.

Jumping away from her door as it’s kicked in violently, Cersei prepares herself for whoever it was attacking the ship.

“What treasure have we found here?” The sultry voice of a woman enters before the owner makes her appearance. Much to Cersei’s dismay, this stranger is incredibly striking with a wild mass of pitch black curls that frame a long, dark, face. In those curls were wilted flowers the hue of dried blood. They were scattered artistically in her hair. Her eyes, so rich with brown that they almost appeared a rusty red. Voluptuous body partially hidden by a captain’s coat that was three sizes too big. Thick brows scrunch together before lifting in a pleasant manner.

Men move behind her, ransacking more of the ship but leaving their apparent female captain to her own devices. A few take a peek inside of the room before she waves them off. Their gazes were not the pleasant kind which gentlemen show ladies.

Sensing her uneasiness, the captain casually brings up a chair that had been tossed onto the ground. “I didn’t think there would be any high born ladies on this ship.” Wearing tight trousers, she was able to cross her legs like a man confidently. Every so often she would look over her shoulder to see what her men were getting into before turning her attention back to Cersei. “You realize what has happened, yes?”

Grimacing, Cersei nods. “You’re a pirate. But there are hardly ever any pirates around this coast.”

The more she looked at her, the more Cersei realized how beautiful she was. Jealousy has always been a close friend of Cersei.

“Every once in a while we’ll stray to this side and see if there are any ships worth taking. So, who does this ship belong to?” She was completely unfazed by everything, from the sword slung on her hip to the blood stains that were on her blouse. There was no fear of repercussions present. “There’s no sigil on any of the flags or on the sails. But the ship itself is exquisitely built.”

“Funny, I was wondering the same thing of you. A female pirate, it’s quite rare. Who are you?” Cersei eyed the captain who chuckled and got up from her seat.

“Boy, I can tell you’re going to be fun.” She sings before standing right in front of Cersei. “But that’s not the game I play. You want to be difficult? How about I throw you to my men? They’re hungry for pleasures of the flesh. I’m sure you would make a perfect bed warmer for them.”

On cue, one of them pokes their head in. She looks over her shoulder with a grin. “I don’t like asking twice.”

This was no place to be haughty. Cersei had no choice but to reel herself in and think quickly on how she was going to survive. “Lannister. Cersei Lannister.”

Her gloved hand gently touches Cersei’s jaw. “A Lannister huh? Isn’t that the house of the man who is said to shit gold?”

“You know your house lords.” Cersei comments trying to prevent herself from recoiling from the woman’s touch. Something in her mind clicked in place. A plan. Something she had been desperately trying to conceive since she was taken from Casterly Rock. She had to choose her words carefully.

“Where is your gold then?”

Nodding her head in the direction of her dowry chest, the female pirate saunters over making sure to keep an eye on her captive. She opens it and is silent for a few moments. “Beautiful. The gamble certainly did pay off.”

“I can offer you a lot more than that.”

“I’m sure you can.”

“No, you don’t seem to understand.” Crossing her arms she points out the other pieces of luggage in her room to which the woman searches through to find more exquisite items like hand crafted gowns and more jewelry. “I can offer you something greater than anything here on this ship. I can offer you the vaults of Casterly Rock.”

That made her laugh. “Oh you must think I’m stupid.”

“I’m serious. That is if you can do a favor for me.”

She turns on Cersei, her eyes studying and calculating each move. “You’re in no position to be asking for favors little lady.”

“I can give you access to the vaults. Pillage, sack, do whatever you want to Casterly Rock. I care not of it’s fate.”

“It’s your home though.”

With such a calm, dead voice, Cersei replies “Not anymore. I would gladly watch it burn.”

Toying around with the idea, the woman fiddles with a long gold chain that had a lion pendant dangling from it. A gift from Joanna from so many years ago. Only now Cersei gazed at it with bitterness and resentment. “And what would be the favor you ask of?”

“All I ask is that you allow me service to your ship and crew. My sister is somewhere in Essos and I plan on finding her.”

“How sweet.”

“Not really. I want to kill her.”

That put a shine in her eyes. “Oh?”

“I will give you everything and anything in order to find and terminate her.”

Her smile returns. “I knew you would be fun.”

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HOUSE OF THE UNDYING PROPHECIES

When Daenerys entered House of the Undying she received some of the most compelling visions of asoiaf books. I know that plenty of other fans have already tried to decipher them but since this is my favourite chapter of hers (and one of my favourite chapters in general) I decided take a shot, too. Please note that this post is purely speculation, especially when it comes to visions that haven’t happened yet. I could end up being totally wrong as I’m not the one writing these books. That’s why while I respect people having different views, I won’t participate on any debate about the views I expressed here.

First of all, I feel the need to divide the visions into four categories. Those which belong into the first category happen before Dany meets the Undying, the second one consists the visions the Undying speak about, the third one are the visions which occur after Dany asks for further explanation (three sets of triple visions) and in the final category are those rapid visions that happen as the Undying trying to distract her from realising that they are about to cannibalize her.

FIRST CATEGORY

In one room, a beautiful woman sprawled naked on the floor while four little men crawled over her...One was pumping between her thighs. Another savaged her breasts, worrying at the nipples with his red wet mouth, tearing and chewing.

I believe that the woman symbolizes Westeros and the four little men are the kings fighting over her. It could either be Stannis, Robb, Joffrey and Renly (excluding Balon because he didn’t have as big impact on the country as the other four) or Stannis, Robb, Joffrey and Balon (excluding Renly who was already dead at that point).

Farther on she came upon a feast of corpses. Savagely slaughtered, the feasters lay strewn across overturned chairs and hacked trestle tables, asprawl in pools of congealing blood. Some had lost limbs, even heads. Savaged limbs clutched bloody cups, wooden spoons, roast fowl, heels of bread. On a throne above them sat a dead man with the head of a wolf. He wore an iron crown and held a leg of lamb in one hand as a king might hold a scepter, and his eyes followed Dany with mute appeal.

I think that this one shows the Red Wedding and that the dead man with the head of a wolf is Robb (foreshadowing the cruel way his corpse will be defiled)

I know this room, she thought. She remembered those great wooden beams and the carved animal faces that adorned them. And there outside the window, a lemon tree! The sight of it made her heart ache with longing. It is the house with the red door, the house in Braavos. No sooner had she thought it than old Ser Willem came into the room, leaning heavily on his stick. “Little princess, there you are,” he said in his gruff kind voice. “Come,” he said, “come to me, my lady, you’re home now, you’re safe now.” His big wrinkled hand reached for her, soft as old leather, and Dany wanted to take it and hold it and kiss it, she wanted that as much as she had ever wanted anything. Her foot edged forward, and then she thought, He’s dead, he’s dead, the sweet old bear, he died a long time ago. She backed away and ran.

The Undying are trying to tempt her by showing her most happy memories: when she lived on the house with the red door with Ser Willem. It’s one of the hardest trails she faces inside HotU because as an orphan girl she always longed for a home and this vision is promising exactly that. But Dany is known to prioritize her mission over her own happiness and that’s what she does here.

Beyond loomed a cavernous stone hall, the largest she had seen. The skulls of dead dragons looked down from its walls.Upon a towering barbed throne sat an old man in rich robes, an old man with dark eyes and long silver-gray hair. “Let him be king over charred bones and cooked meat,” he said to a man below him. “Let him be the king of ashes.”

This is a vision of her father, Aerys Targaryen.It's interesting that Dany doesn't recongize him, she doesn't even see a resemblance in appearance with her and/or her brother. Unlike the next vision where she sees Rhaegar and she links him to Viserys in terms of appearance. I understand that King Aerys wasn't taking care of himself and looked pretty much awful so it makes sense not to link his appearance on either Dany or Viserys.

However, on a deeper level I believe this is because Dany still refuses to see the actual true nature of her father. I do believe that later in the books she will have to accept the fact that her father wasn't the best person (and unlike what her antis say I don't believe that any of his father's bad traits reflect badly on her)

The man had her brother’s hair, but he was taller, and his eyes were a dark indigo rather than lilac. “Aegon,” he said to a woman nursing a newborn babe in a great wooden bed. “What better name for a king?” "Will you make a song for him?” the woman asked. “He has a song,” the man replied. “He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire.” He looked up when he said it and his eyes met Dany, and it seemed as if he saw her standing there beyond the door. “There must be one more,” he said, though whether he was speaking to her or the woman in bed she could not say. “The dragon has three heads.” He went to the window seat, picked up a harp, and ran his fingers lightly over its silvery strings. Sweet sadness filled the room as man and wife and babe faded like the morning mist, only the music lingering behind to speed her on her way.

Martin has confirmed that the couple on this vision are Rhaegar Targaryen and Elia Martell with their son, Aegon. The need for another child is a hint towards Jon being Rhaegar's son.

I don't believe that Rhaegar was right about Aegon being the chosen one and the one with the song of ice and fire. It's not like Rhaegar wasn't wrong before about interprenting the prophecies -in the past he believed he was tPtwP- so I believe that this is another time he's wrong. After all, Rhaenys, Aegon and his third child (Jon) can't be the three heads of the dragon when only one of them is alive.

SECOND CATEGORY

…mother of dragons… child of three…

Dany is the mother of dragons and she’s also the third child of Aerys and Rhaella Targaryen

...three heads has the dragon...

Speculation time!

I believe that three heads of the dragon are Daenerys, Jon (those two are Targaryen) and Tyrion, who also shares lot of parallels with them and I could see him working with them to defeat the Others/ to built a better future for Westeros. Another candidate could be Bran Stark, I guess.

...child of storm...

She’s Daenerys Stormborn, born during a storm.

three fires must you light . . . one for life and one for death and one to love . . .

The first one was the funeral pyre of Drogo which gave birth to her dragons. The second one I suspect it will be Dany fighting her enemies using her dragons. As for the final one I believe it will be Dany and her dragons contributing to the fight against the Others. She will do it out of love because she's Mhysa and loves her people.

three mounts must you ride . . . one to bed and one to dread and one to love

I think the first one refers to Dany riding silver on her wedding with Drogo, the second will be Dany riding Drogo to destroy her enemies and the last one finding love in Jon Snow. Alternatively, the mounts could refer to her husbands: Drogo, Hizdahr and future husband Jon Snow.

. . .three treasons will you know . . . once for blood and once for gold and once for love . . .

I think that Mirri is the first treason, the second could either be Hizdahr or Ser Jorah. As for the third which hasn’t happened yet, I don’t think that based on the facts we know so far we can speculate what that might be.

THIRD CATEGORY

1. First set of three visions:

1a. Viserys screamed as the molten gold ran down his cheeks and filled his mouth

Viserys’ death.

1b. A tall lord with copper skin and silver-gold hair stood beneath the banner of a fiery stallion, a burning city behind him.

Rhaego, with his father’s coloring and his mother’s hair, in a what if situation where he grew up to become a powerful leader. Note that like the previous vision this is also associated with death because that poor boy was born dead.

1c. Rubies flew like drops of blood from the chest of a dying prince, and he sank to his knees in the water and with his last breath murmured a woman’s name.

Rhaegar’s death.

… mother of dragons, daughter of death…

Daenerys’ father died before she was born, her mother died giving birth to her and the previous visions highlighted how some of her closest relatives are dead.

2. Second set of three visions:

2a. Glowing like sunset, a red sword was raised in the hand of a blue-eyed king who cast no shadow

Stannis with his fake lightbringer sword. He has no shadow, because at that point of the story his shadow was used to kill his enemies (aka Renly)

2b. A cloth dragon swayed on poles amidst a cheering crowd.

The Young Griff, Aegon, who in reality isn’t the son of Rhaegar Targaryen (cloth dragon)

2c. A great stone beast took wing, breathing shadow fire.

Perhaps this refers to the alchemists who create an artificial dragon. They could be hired by Lannisters as they are the only major opponents of Dany who aren’t mentioned on the slayer of lies section.

...mother of dragons, slayer of lies...

Dany will kill/defeat her enemies in the race for the Iron Throne and their lies will be revealed.

3. Third set of three visions

3a. Her silver was trotting through the grass, to a darkling stream beneath a sea of stars

Dany remembering her wedding night. Dany’s wedding to Drogo is her becoming part of the dothraki community and later on commanding her own khalasar.

3b. A corpse stood at the prow of a ship, eyes bright in his dead face, grey lips smiling sadly.

I really want to say Victarion Greyjoy for that one because the desciption fits him so well (Iron born are “dead men” according to their religion). However, since this set of vision refers to Dany’s “husbands” the only way of being him is if he almost marries her. Otherwise, it could be Hizdahr or Daario accompanying her to the journey to Westeros (very unlikely for the former one) and dying while they are on the ship. Depending on which this section refers to, it could also be linked to the army they bring in their alliance with Dany.

3c. A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness.

Lyanna Stark is the character associated with blue flowers and her son is currently on the Wall. The fact that the air is filled with “sweetness” indicates a good and probable indimate relationship between Dany and Jon. Perhaps aside from being her future lover could also become her future husband? Jon Snow brings with him the forces of the North as I suspect we will see him rising on the next book to become the leader of the North.

… mother of dragons, bride of fire…

She’s a Targaryen and mother of dragons so of course she’s associated with fire. She’s referred as bride because that’s her relationship with the men on the above three visions.

FOURTH CATEGORY

Shadows whirled and danced inside a tent, boneless and terrible

Mirri’s magic inside Drogo’s tent.

A little girl ran barefoot toward a big house with a red door.

At first glance, it’s easy to say that it’s Dany as a kid on her childhood home. However, Daenerys would recognize her childhood self, she wouldn’t refer herself as “a little girl”. Maybe it’s Arya Stark? the only significant character who fits the description of a little girl. My crack theory is that it’s Dany's child running toward her house (bc she bult that house with the red door she desired). The reason she doesn't comment on the girl's appearance is because she looks like Dany's future husband who she hasn't meet yet.

Mirri Maz Duur shrieked in the flames, a dragon bursting from her brow

Mirri’s death.

Behind a silver horse the bloody corpse of a naked man bounced and dragged

It’s the guy who comes to poison Dany in AGOT and is punished for that.

A white lion ran through grass taller than a man.

I think it’s Tyrion who is shorter than most men. Next to him, the grass would look taller than next to an average height man. Another possibility is Jaime who is a Lannister (lion) but as a member of Kingsguard wears white.

Beneath the Mother of Mountains, a line of naked crones crept from a great lake and knelt shivering before her, their grey heads bowed

A future vision where Dany becomes leader of all dothraki.

Ten thousand slaves lifted bloodstained hands as she raced by on her silver, riding like the wind. “Mother!” they cried. “Mother, mother!” They were reaching for her, touching her, tugging at her cloak, the hem of her skirt, her foot, her leg, her breast. They wanted her, needed her, the fire, the life, and Dany gasped and opened her arms to give herself to them…

The Mhysa scene that happens on ASOS.

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"Evil King Harren had walled himself up inside, so Aegon unleashed his dragons and turned the castle into a pyre."- Arya(ACOK IV).

"Aerys meant to have the greatest funeral pyre of them all. Though if truth be told, I do not believe he truly expected to die. Like Aerion Brightfire before him, Aerys thought the fire would transform him . . . that he would rise again, reborn as a dragon, and turn all his enemies to ash."- Jaime(ASOS V).

Guess who gonna follow their footsteps.

"And I am Daenerys Stormborn, Daenerys of House Targaryen, of the blood of Aegon the Conqueror and Maegor the Cruel and old Valyria before them. I am the dragon's daughter."- Dany(AGOT IX).

Go Dany, Daddy will be so proud of you.

There’s a reason why a lot of BNFs now admit she will! It isn’t something D&D did for lolz. 😂 To me one of the big “hold on a sec” moments was reading that about Aerys:

The traitors want my city, I heard him tell Rossart, but I'll give them naught but ashes. Let Robert be king over charred bones and cooked meat. The Targaryens never bury their dead, they burn them. Aerys meant to have the greatest funeral pyre of them all. Though if truth be told, I do not believe he truly expected to die. Like Aerion Brightfire before him, Aerys thought the fire would transform him . . . that he would rise again, reborn as a dragon, and turn all his enemies to ash. (ASOS, Jaime V)

After Martin wrote this about Dany:

When the fire died at last and the ground became cool enough to walk upon, Ser Jorah Mormont found her amidst the ashes, surrounded by blackened logs and bits of glowing ember and the burnt bones of man and woman and stallion. She was naked, covered with soot, her clothes turned to ash, her beautiful hair all crisped away … yet she was unhurt. (AGOT, Daenerys X)

It's a little matchy-matchy, and then we have all this stuff about ruling over ashes/burnt bones:

The skulls of dead dragons looked down from its walls. Upon a towering barbed throne sat an old man in rich robes, an old man with dark eyes and long silver-grey hair. "Let him be king over charred bones and cooked meat," he said to a man below him. "Let him be the king of ashes." Drogon shrieked, his claws digging through silk and skin, but the king on his throne never heard, and Dany moved on. (ACOK, Daenerys IV)

Which is followed by Drogon turning his home into ashes and burnt bones:

Drogon made his lair inside a shallow cave. He had dwelt there for some time, Dany had realized when she first saw the hill. The air smelled of ash, every rock and tree in sight was scorched and blackened, the ground strewn with burned and broken bones, yet it had been home to him.Dany knew the lure of home. (ADWD, Daenerys X)

It's almost like it's leading somewhere....

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Dany's House of the Undying Visions in a Clash of Kings (Daenerys IV)

The Primary & Detailed Ones

Woman and the Dwarfs

In one room, a beautiful woman sprawled naked on the floor while four little men crawled over her. They had rattish pointed faces and tiny pink hands, like the servitor who had brought her the glass of shade. One was pumping between her thighs. Another savaged her breasts, worrying at the nipples with his wet red mouth, tearing and chewing.

The Red Wedding

Farther on she came upon a feast of corpses. Savagely slaughtered, the feasters lay strewn across overturned chairs and hacked trestle tables, asprawl in pools of congealing blood. Some had lost limbs, even heads. Severed hands clutched bloody cups, wooden spoons, roast fowl, heels of bread. In a throne above them sat a dead man with the head of a wolf. He wore an iron crown and held a leg of lamb in one hand as a king might hold a scepter, and his eyes followed Dany with mute appeal.

Aerys in King's Landing, About to Burn it All Down

Finally a great pair of bronze doors appeared to her left, grander than the rest. They swung open as she neared, and she had to stop and look. Beyond loomed a cavernous stone hall, the largest she had ever seen. The skulls of dead dragons looked down from its walls. Upon a towering barbed throne sat an old man in rich robes, an old man with dark eyes and long silver-grey hair. "Let him be king over charred bones and cooked meat," he said to a man below him. "Let him be the king of ashes." Drogon shrieked, his claws digging through silk and skin, but the king on his throne never heard, and Dany moved on.

Rhaegar and the Prince the was Promised

Viserys, was her first thought the next time she paused, but a second glance told her otherwise. The man had her brother's hair, but he was taller, and his eyes were a dark indigo rather than lilac. "Aegon," he said to a woman nursing a newborn babe in a great wooden bed. "What better name for a king?" "Will you make a song for him?" the woman asked. "He has a song," the man replied. "He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire." He looked up when he said it and his eyes met Dany's, and it seemed as if he saw her standing there beyond the door. "There must be one more," he said, though whether he was speaking to her or the woman in the bed she could not say. "The dragon has three heads." He went to the window seat, picked up a harp, and ran his fingers lightly over its silvery strings. Sweet sadness filled the room as man and wife and babe faded like the morning mist, only the music lingering behind to speed her on her way.

The False Undying

Beyond the doors was a great hall and a splendor of wizards. Some wore sumptuous robes of ermine, ruby velvet, and cloth of gold. Others fancied elaborate armor studded with gemstones, or tall pointed hats speckled with stars. There were women among them, dressed in gowns of surpassing loveliness. Shafts of sunlight slanted through windows of stained glass, and the air was alive with the most beautiful music she had ever heard. A kingly man in rich robes rose when he saw her, and smiled. "Daenerys of House Targaryen, be welcome. Come and share the food of forever. We are the Undying of Qarth." "Long have we awaited you," said a woman beside him, clad in rose and silver. The breast she had left bare in the Qartheen fashion was as perfect as a breast could be. "We knew you were to come to us," the wizard king said. "A thousand years ago we knew, and have been waiting all this time. We sent the comet to show you the way." "We have knowledge to share with you," said a warrior in shining emerald armor, "and magic weapons to arm you with. You have passed every trial. Now come and sit with us, and all your questions shall be answered." She took a step forward. But then Drogon leapt from her shoulder. He flew to the top of the ebony-and-weirwood door, perched there, and began to bite at the carved wood. "A willful beast," laughed a handsome young man. "Shall we teach you the secret speech of dragonkind? Come, come." Doubt seized her. The great door was so heavy it took all of Dany's strength to budge it, but finally it began to move. Behind was another door, hidden. It was old grey wood, splintery and plain . . . but it stood to the right of the door through which she'd entered. The wizards were beckoning her with voices sweeter than song. She ran from them, Drogon flying back down to her. Through the narrow door she passed, into a chamber awash in gloom.

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The traitors want my city, I heard him tell Rossart, but I'll give them naught but ashes. Let Robert be king over charred bones and cooked meat. The Targaryens never bury their dead, they burn them. Aerys meant to have the greatest funeral pyre of them all. Though if truth be told, I do not believe he truly expected to die. Like Aerion Brightfire before him, Aerys thought the fire would transform him.....that he would rise again, reborn as a dragon, and turn all his enemies to ash.

-A Storm Of Swords

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prompt ask! rhaella and rhaegar for the sun, upside down!

Rhaella is eighteen now, and her son four. A fortnight ago, her midwife informed her she was with child. She swore the woman to secrecy and has been closely guarding the information from Aerys.

She tells herself it is because she is waiting for the right time, so she can surprise him, so they can be happy together.

But really, she is waiting because she is selfish, and she wants to keep it to herself a while longer. Rhaegar ever seems to belong to everyone but her, but this child will be hers alone. She is certain of it.

If it is a daughter- how much she wants a daughter- they will be hers because they are a girl and she is their mother. If it is a son, he will be the spare to Rhaegar’s heir, and she can do as she pleases with him.

Either way, she wins. Either way, this is her long-awaited victory, her grand prize.

The marriage and Summerhall and the agony of childbirth, the slow recovery, Aerys’ pathetic attempts at consolation, his impatience with her for not being the cheerful, pretty, flattering wife he wished for- it will all have been worth it. She will get what she deserves, which is to say, something she can hoard to herself.

Rhaegar was born on a warm spring night. This child will be born on a fine summer day, she hopes. She sits in the gardens and watches Rhaegar press flowers between the pages of his book.

He reads voraciously and is quickly outpacing the simple primers most children start with at age six or seven. Aerys says he must get it from her, because gods know Aerys has never been one for reading.

Rhaella loves her son, but at times she looks at him and thinks he must belong to someone else. Which he does. But she does not remember giving birth to him.

Her mind blanked it out. She recalls the pain she felt for months afterwards, but not the moment of his birth. It is shrouded in smoke and darkness and grief.

This child, she will recall everything. She will not want to miss a moment.

“Rhaegar,” she says. “Show Mumma what you are doing.”

He comes over to her obediently; he is such a quiet, willing boy, nothing like the miniature fiend she remembers Aerys as a child, or even herself. She was a naughty girl as well.

She remembers her mother giving her a tongue lashing for this or that, she recalls her father’s cold stare when she disappointed him, which was often.

I won’t be like them, she thinks. I won’t ruin my children as they did theirs.

Rhaegar has pressed a butterfly between the pages this time, rather than a flower. She looks at it, then at him- he is little more than a toddler, he did not realize he had killed an innocent creature.

She imagines slapping him, berating him. Would he cry? He is so quiet, sometimes it worries her. How has she wounded him already? Why is she so bad at this? Or is it his father’s fault. Aerys does tend to suck all the life from a room. Does he already fear him?

“Pretty,” she says, instead, tracing the crushed wings with her finger, and reclines back in her seat. “Why don’t you press a rose petal for me, next? Do you know what a rose looks like?”

He points, obediently, to some white ones blooming on a briar. She nods, and watches him trot off. She will keep the crushed petals in a sachet, for the baby’s cradle. Good smells bring health and beauty to infants.

Rhaegar was born to the smell of ash and charred meat. It is a wonder he is so lovely to look upon. She watches him attempt to pull a rose loose, pricking himself on the thorns in the process.

He begins to cry in shock, and she half rouses herself to go to him, then sits back down as a nursemaid hurries over.

She loves him, she does. But sometimes she thinks he must be someone else’s son. A grown woman’s, not a little girl’s. She wonders if Aerys feels the same. She flicks the dead butterfly off the page.

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Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia Mission Quests Dimensions’ End Event Part 3

The Mission Quests: Dimensions’ End Support Campaign event just started in the Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia (DFFOO) mobile game.

Introduction

This event comes with 5 sets of Chaos (level 180), Lufenia (level 200), and Shinryu (level 300) quests.

This event features a lockout mechanic. But you can bring a friend support to these fights. Each quest needs to be Perfected (meaning get the score and all the other mission requirements on the same run) in order to get all of the rewards.

Mission Quest III Shinryu Quest

Also known as Mission Quest III SHINRYU. This fight has 1 wave with 2 enemies, the Grudge Lords. They have attacks that buff themselves and attacks that debuff your chars.

As the force gauge of the enemies increases, the attack and brave damage of your chars will be lowered.

Once the force gauge of the enemies reaches 100%, they will warp their turn to the front and then they’ll try to use this move that will instantly KO the party. To stop this from happening, they need to be disabled such as by being paralyzed.

Upon reaching certain HP percentage thresholds (89%, 59%, and 29%), the enemies will warp their turn and try to use a single target attack that will instantly KO a char. To stop this from happening, they need to be disabled such as by being paralyzed.

Upon reaching certain HP percentage thresholds (69%, 49%, and 29%), the enemies will instantly deal HP damage that’s equal to 90% of their target’s current HP. They will then heal themselves based on the HP damage dealt by this attack.

This fight is basically the same as the Sage of a Distant Moon Shinryu quest. But this Mission Quest requires you to bring 2 chars who use staff or rod-type weapons and 1 char who uses guns in order to get all the rewards.

For this fight, my team was Aeris or Aerith Gainsborough from Final Fantasy VII (#ad), Garnet Til Alexandros XVII from Final Fantasy IX, and Jessie Rasberry from Final Fantasy VII with The Brothers as my summon.

My Calls were Cid Raines’s from Final Fantasy XIII, Seymour Guado’s from Final Fantasy X, and Shantotto’s from Final Fantasy XI.

Shantotto’s LD Call inflicts the enemies with a paralyze debuff. Her regular Call debuffs the enemies.

Seymour’s Calls debuff the enemies. His LD Call will also delay all the enemies by 2 turns and remove all of their buffs.

Cid Raines’s Calls manipulate the turns of the party and launch the enemies. His LD Call will enable its user to initiate launches for 2 turns.

Have Aerith’s 15cp, 35cp, Ex, LD, Burst or BT, and Force or FR fully MLB. Her Ex has been Purpled. Her Burst has been Greened. Her High Armor has been Blued.

She has triple perfect Artifacts and triple real Spheres. She has her Bloom Stone.

All of her Summon Boards, Force Enhancements, and Character Enhancement Boards, including her Force Boards and Force Echoes, have been completed.

My Garnet is as fully built as my Aerith. Both are supports slash healers slash buffers.

Aerith has an instant turn rate move that can speed up the charging of the force gauge. She also provides party-wide debuff immunity.

Garnet can enchant the party and imperil enemies with the water and lightning elements.

Have Jessie’s 15cp, 35cp, Ex, and LD fully MLB. Her Ex has been Purpled. Have a copy of her Force weapon but it hasn’t been limit broken at all. She doesn’t have her own Burst weapon yet.

Jessie has her High Armor, and it’s been Realized to 0/3. She has her Bloom Stone. She has triple perfect Artifacts.

All of her Summon Boards have been completed. Unlocked parts of her Char Boards, particularly the tiles that would give me her LD Call and LD extension passive. She doesn’t have any of her Force Enhancements.

Aerith and Garnet use rods while Jessie uses guns.

Jessie has moves that can delay the turns of the enemies. Made use of those moves, Seymour’s LD Call, and even the high turn rates of some of Aerith’s and Garnet’s skills to keep the enemies from moving.

Kept on resetting until Garnet got the first turn. Had her use Seymour’s regular Call. Then I used one of her base skills, her Additional Ability, and then her BT+ finisher.

On Jessie’s turn, had her use Shantotto’s Calls then her LD ability to delay the enemies.

On Aerith’s turn, had her spam her instant turn rate move to speed up the charging of my force gauge. Made sure to have her refresh her buffs as well.

When Jessie got another turn, had her use her Additional Ability then just kept on having her delay the enemies.

On Garnet’s next turn, used her LD ability. Also had her use Seymour’s LD Call to further delay the enemies.

When my force gauge was nearing 100%, had Aerith use her Additional Ability then her BT+ finisher.

Soon, the enemies dropped down to below 89% HP. They automatically warped their turns but they weren’t able to do anything due to being paralyzed.

When my force gauge was fully charged, switched out Jessie and brought in the friend support Rem Tokimiya from Final Fantasy Type-0 that I borrowed. Rem is also a support slash healer slash buffer. Had her use her BT+ finisher.

Garnet got another turn after Rem. Then it was finally Aerith’s turn again. Had Aerith activate her FR. This has instant turn rate so Aerith got to move again.

Used Raines’s LD Call. Then I used Aerith’s Force Echo before going into her Burst+ phase. By then have 9 turns of force time left and the HP damage bonus was at 329%. The enemies were down to 77% and 72% HP.

Just had Aerith spam her HP Attack (Seal Evil) move since this is the one that would greatly increase the HP damage bonus of her FR while also dealing damage to the enemies.

Garnet has a special overhead buff that goes up to 4 stacks. Every time this buff is at 4 stacks, Garnet will automatically deal damage to the enemies.

Aerith also has an overhead buff that’s similar to Garnet’s but hers only goes up to 3 stacks.

These off-turn attacks plus the launches that Aerith got to initiate thanks to Raines’s LD Call added up so by the time Aeris was about to cast Holy, her finishing Burst+ move, there was only one enemy left, and he was basically dead already. Have 3 turns of force time left and the HP damage bonus was at 827%.

So the battle ended on turn 15 right after Aerith’s BT+ mode was over. Welp, didn’t even get to summon or use Garnet’s and Rem’s Force Echoes. LOL.

This team did really well. And this fight wasn’t that bad. The turn warping and instant KO mechanic was annoying though. I’ve had an earlier run where I wasn’t able to go into Aerith’s BT+ phase right away.

So I opted to just have my chars use their Force Echoes. They ended up dealing so much damage that the enemies soon dropped below 59% HP.

This prompted them to turn warp but since they weren’t paralyzed anymore, they were able to KO one of my chars. So had to restart this fight and try again.

Mission Quest III Lufenia Quest and Mission Quest III Chaos Quest

After clearing the Mission Quest III Shinryu quest, finished the Mission Quest III Lufenia and Chaos quests as well.

These fights also require you to use staff and gun-type users in order to get all the rewards but since these were only quest levels 180 and 200, they weren’t that hard even with the weapon restrictions.

Conclusion

So, what about you? Which chars did you use to complete these Chaos, Lufenia, and Shinryu quests? Feel free to share your thoughts and opinions by leaving a comment below or by reblogging or replying to this post.

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screenshots are from my Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia game account

#dissidia final fantasy opera omnia #this post stars:#aerith gainsborough #jessie rasberry #final fantasy 7 #garnet til alexandros #final fantasy 9 #games #dffoo shinryu fights #gacha games #mobile games #dffoo

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jonsnowwesterosworld · 7 months

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Art by Occho Go Displate Posters on Pinterest (no claim as my own)

#aerys targaryen #aerys ii targaryen #asoiaf edit #asoiaf edit series

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thelustybraavosimaid · 2 years

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It’s hilarious how you said “but but Rhaegar told 17 year old Jaime the hostage to protect his wife and children!!1” as if he did something outstanding LMAO. This is why House Targaryen is going extinct at the end of the series.

Why would it be hilarious? Again, you seem to misunderstand what it means to be a hostage. Jaime wasn't one. Elia and her children were. These two passages are telling:

The day had been windy when he said farewell to Rhaegar, in the yard of the Red Keep. The prince had donned his night-black armor, with the three-headed dragon picked out in rubies on his breastplate. "Your Grace," Jaime had pleaded, "let Darry stay to guard the king this once, or Ser Barristan. Their cloaks are as white as mine."

Prince Rhaegar shook his head. "My royal sire fears your father more than he does our cousin Robert. He wants you close, so Lord Tywin cannot harm him. I dare not take that crutch away from him at such an hour."

Jaime's anger had risen up in his throat. "I am not a crutch. I am a knight of the Kingsguard."

"Then guard the king," Ser Jon Darry snapped at him. "When you donned that cloak, you promised to obey." (Jaime I, AFfC)

versus:

"Rhaegar met Robert on the Trident, and you know what happened there. When the word reached court, Aerys packed the queen off to Dragonstone with Prince Viserys. Princess Elia would have gone as well, but he forbade it. Somehow he had gotten it in his head that Prince Lewyn must have betrayed Rhaegar on the Trident, but he thought he could keep Dorne loyal so long as he kept Elia and Aegon by his side. The traitors want my city, I heard him tell Rossart, but I'll give them naught but ashes. Let Robert be king over charred bones and cooked meat." (Jaime V, ASoS)

Are you suggesting that Jaime was incapable of doing his duty as a member of the Kingsguard? Again, Jon was sixteen when he became Lord Commander of the Night's Watch. By Westerosi standards, these are men grown, not children.

House Targaryen is unlikely to go extinct by the end of the series.

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melrosing · 2 years

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Aerys never actually says "burn them all" in the books. The closest he gets is saying "Let Robert be king over charred bones and cooked meat," which is a bit less ambiguous.

Shit no lie he doesn’t. Feel like a GOT casual right now anon

#ask #I wonder if maybe prophecy dreams just played a part in sending him over the edge then #or the more general obsession w fire #I don’t think his story really needs that to be honest but I am wondering now

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askaeristheflower · 2 years

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“Hey Tseng you look like you got set on fire” Aeris picked at his uniform and pulled off a charred bit of his shirt.

“Who did you piss off this time?”

#open for Tsengs!#the fact that that was all they showed of him #him getting set of FIRE TWICE #makes me giggle just a little bit

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pqrachel · 1 month

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So I came across @spicymancer's "Rumble after Dark" fighting game OCs and it kind of inspired me to think about a fighting game AU featuring a bunch of my OCs from different universes. (Mine wouldn't be as NSFW but maybe a little never hurt, since it's just for art anyways...)

None of this obviously would be canon but just thinking about the fighting game archetypes as a method of character exploration has been fun. And most of my fighting game experience comes from platform fighters so my archetype knowledge is a little whack but if you'll excuse that then,

My initial castings are these: (Long-ass ramble with multiple OCs and no sketches yet.)

Blanksford Series: -Gabby (Would be a Hit & Run Mix Up character. Using their teleportation and skateboarding to move around in a unique way. Might have a playstyle similar to Bridget Guilty Gear.) -Madi (While she's doesn't have any powers in-universe and wouldn't be much of a fighter on her own, her TTRPG char KyoVee would be a fun ranged zoner character. Definitely a lil shit, think Pac-Man / Pichu from Smash.) -Taylor (Give him a bit of gym time and training and he could be a well-rounded rushdown type of fighter, nothing too gimmicky prob my most standard fighter on the list. To make him more unique he could double as the announcer because that'd be super in character.) -Aeri (Even though she has powers in-universe she avoids conflict at all costs, so instead her TTRPG char (who doesn't have a name yet) would be an excellent grappler. A big orc with an axe. In my head I'm thinking of that scene in Drawtective where Gyorik put the bad guy in arm jail, mixed with Loxodont from Rivals 2.) -Artemis (Might take her off this list as I do sketches but for now she's a ranged zoner. Using her bow to keep distance, might play similar to Green Arrow from Injustice, idk) -Ultra-Dude (Of course I had to feature this dude as a heavy. He'd just be great for it. And it's not like I've been using him in-universe for anything other than that asshole with the strength and healing powers.)

Colostle: -Correll [Pirate Arc] (I think Correll would be a fun mid-range zoner. Using her spear to keep distance and her ice magic as a fun gimmick to make her a bit more unique. -Ivy Reyne (Definitely a fast and fun rushdown character. Like imagine Maypul from Rivals but grounded. She's agile AF and hits harder than you'd expect.) -Gratt & Tic Tac (I thought this would be a fun duo-fighter. Since Aanya's not my own OC I wanted to keep my Colostle reps pre-Tic Tac's death as far as timelines go but Tic alone wouldn't be enough. I didn't want to pair him with Correll cuz I thought that'd be a little hard and honestly the thought of leaving Gratt out felt bad, and with Tic Tac's help they could actually stand a chance.)

Mystic Mysteries: -Emra Corvus (The OG MysMys character. While I haven't focused on her a lot in-universe lately, I think she could be fun here. Using different elemental magic as stances. Like a mix of Robin and Shulk from Smash.) -Tehl (My biggest OC excluding actual gods and monsters. Xe'd easily be a heavy. Probably with a playstyle similar to Sylvanos from Rivals, instead of forest powers though xe'd used alien tech to backup xir playstyle.) -Dawn Ronik (I think she'd be a pretty well-rounded fighter. Again borrowing some of Tehl's alien tech for support but mostly just beign agile and powerful. Nothing too strong in any category but very hard to take advantage of.)

And my random OC to finish it off: -Syble (She was originally design as a rivals workshop character before I realized how much effort making an actual workshop character really was. She'd play kind of similar to Maypul or Shiek but with her own teleportation gimmicks. I've talked about these when I designed her and I think they're still on my tumblr somewhere though you might have to check back a bit to find them.) -pqkR6 (Easily a fighting game character, it'd be a robotic shoto fighter. Agile and able to take hits but also quick enough to get in its own damage.) -Hackphlegm (As a goblin sorcerer, he'd be a fun ranged hit&run/zoner type fighter. Might be too similar to Emra in playstyle would have to differentiate them somehow but other than that he's a solid inclusion.) -Darcy (Not a character I thought I'd bring back but looking at the archetypes I thought I needed more heavies. Darcy's werewolf form would be a grappler who's pretty big and would be weird to design around but fits really well into a fighting game.) -And also I might need one or two new OCs to tie it all together. (Off the top of my head I think one archetype I'm missing is the enby with a scythe archetype. You know characters like Thanatos, Testament, & Sawyer.) -And for another... (I'm also somehow missing a swordie. Like where's my over-inclusion of Fire Emblem characters. Like I have bladed weapons but they're mostly daggers. Gabby's skateboard maybe could be used like a sword but they wouldn't be a "swordie". Again Aanya's not my OC even though she's in my stories so I don't want to use her. Maybe make a few origin changes and my Terrarian could fit this role. Or Drake is an OC I haven't touched since I removed him from Blanksford canon years ago, he might fit here.)

#justsometext #fighting game au

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