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#i cannot promise i won't actually do this if i get to do my lady d cosplay
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And I wrote some fan fiction. Read it below or on AO3
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Random snippets of Mu-deok/Naksu's diary:
Master Kill List: -trader who sold Mu-deok -Joo-wol nah she's cool -Jang Uk I promised I wouldn't, but I might... - Park Dang-Gu (I mean, I like him but he's related to Park Jin so I have to keep him here) -Jin Cho-yeon (no regrets there) -Lady Jin -Sang-ho (how dare he not let me in to Songrim!) -Jin Mu -That guy who knocked the meat stick out of my hands -Crown Prince he can live
-This jerk is the most spoiled, most picky, most annoying, most whiney human being I have met in my life. I did not know people like this even existed.
-The Danju abandoned me, guess I'll go watch my own funeral. Not sure what else to even do. This body is the worst body. I used to have actual muscles. Like how long would it even take for me to be able to climb up the side of a bridge? Ridiculous.
-My only option is this idiot...
-The poisoning plan worked perfectly. No regrets
-If Park Dang-Gu or ANYONE touches my hair or attempts to pat my head ONE MORE TIME I am killing them right then and there. I don't care if they're mages and I'm powerless. Poison. I'll use poison.
-Why does Jang Uk take so many baths? I don't get him at all. Before I guess he got cold because his gate of energy was closed but he's supposed to be normal now. Why the baths? WHY?
-This is the best luck ever! As long as Jang Uk doesn't die figuring out how to use it, he's going to have a whole ton of energy! This dude is so lucky.
-Jang Uk thinks I have to try not to fall in love with him?! Full of himself much? Now Seo Yul...
-Jang Uk randomly hugged me today just because he was happy despite the fact that I was covered with filth. He's so weird. I wish he had spent some of his lazy childhood actually learning how to fight because watching him was embarrassing.
He did manage to draw his father's sword though. Progress!
Crown Prince seems fairly easy to manipulate, Seo Yul not so much. I gave my sword to the C.P., not happy about that but I didn't have much choice. Jang Uk cannot fight with the C.P. again until he's stronger.
-Jang Uk was crying. It was awkward so I left.
-Jang Uk is still sad. He does not understand the basics of burying the hurt until it becomes hatred which is used to fuel your relentless training. It's how I became so powerful. (I need my power back!) I'm not actually sure what to do other than kicking him. I have no use for a student who won't learn.
-Master Heo has horrible self-control for someone his age. Finally got my useless student to move. Also, weird seeing Park Jin and he has no idea who I am. Even weirder with Seo Yul...
-Came here to focus on training and Jang Uk just wants to take baths again...
-WHY WON'T HE JUST DRINK THE CHASTE TEA??? I would in a heartbeat if I could get my powers back. I would cut it off permanently! I would give up a hand! This is Master Lee! He is legendary. He is the strongest mage I've ever seen. Drink the freaking tea!
It's some weird guy thing. I do not understand men.
-Threw a knife at that bastard, he deserved it. I'm going to burn the whole cottage down if he doesn't start training.
Went into town and almost got dragged away. Learned that this body can't tolerate alcohol which is just... perfect.
-It's so strange to be here with other people. Far less lonely I guess. I wish I could climb my tree. I can hardly climb a shrub in this useless body. Jang Uk still can't control his hand.
-Jang Uk thought he was so fast but I poked HIM in the eyes. That's what he deserves. He said some weird stuff about my soul marks and standing close to people. Ridiculous.
-Decided to hand him over to stay alive. It's only right... Traded my life for a damn bird egg. But Jang Uk actually did Tansu! We might survive this duel after all
-WHAT DO THEY MEAN I'M NOT ALLOWED IN SONGRIM?
-Now that Jang Uk got what he wanted he might just leave me behind. I'm not staying here and working as a servant for the rest of my life. I should have blackmailed him before he went; I didn't know the stupid rules. How could he do this? Trained him to win and now I'm left behind. He better not forget about our promise. But unless I'm there how will I make sure he keep training? I'm not staying in this pathetic body for years...
-Is the Crown Price in love with Mu-deok? Also, I cannot even express how much I hate cinnamon.
-Shit. Why did he have to say that? What is wrong with him? It was *not* a love letter.
-HE IS SAD AGAIN! I do not know how to deal with sad people. Why does this jerk have so many emotions? Why is he so lazy? You just keep going no matter how much pain you feel.
Also, Songrim wont even beat a student who won't train? They also suck at torture. How has this organization even survived? Pathetic.
-Ha ha! Bet my bird egg to make Jang Uk train. Was forced to admit I value the jade egg. Overall worked great. I do hope he manages to get it back. Because I want my power back and that would prove he's improving, no other reason.
-Jang Uk keeps hugging me. It's weird. Why is he so clingy? At least he's happy now. I'll bring him some snacks.
Another woman attempted to bring Jang Uk snacks. I wonder if I should kill her?
-So do I love him? Maybe? Doesn't matter if I do; once I get my powers back I'm gone. He's the crazy one who thinks we could possibly have a future after all of this. It would never work. It doesn't matter, love is useless and fickle. It's not worth risking your life over.
-Stupid love. Stupid ice stone. Stupid giving up my chance at powers. Stupid people that I love didn't want to see die being inside the ice stone. Stupid stupid stupid. Now I'm stuck in this useless body forever.
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ive been ever so sneakily updating the playlist on yt, mostly for lucio my beloathed and im here to share
BUT ALSO i went to look at lucios official playlist to check for repeats and was appalled to find that it was like half comprised of julian songs istg. im kidding of course its subjective but still the bidding?? THE fucking Bidding???? THE most julianest song ive ever heard and its on Morgassons playlist. i simply cannot even with this.
and so to start this off im giving the floor to julian with the entirety of Tally Halls The Bidding! *polite applause*
I've been sleeping in a cardboard box, Spending every dollar at the liquor shop/ (yeah this ones obvious) And even though I know I haven't got a lot I'll try to give you lovin' til the day you drop/ 🥺🥺(wait i just remembered mc technically has dropped one time already on his watch but i suppose hes learned his lesson bhjzdljzg)
I've been training like a Pavlov dog, Let my independence out to take a hike/(😩😩🙄🥵😤😤🥺come ON this is the most julian line ever) All you're gonna have to do is ring my bell/ (ok confession time i edited this line because this is the first time im actually reading it and im sorry but it looks so wrong who tf says Activate my Bell what in the hell) And I'll fetch you anything you like/ (in summary: heeeere subbysubbysubbysubby)
Going once, going twice, Every man here has a price/ (i highkey Love this one so much in relation to the game in general because boY DO THEY fucking EVER have a PRICE THEY GOT ME CRAWLING BACK EVERY DAY GRINDING FOR THESE DAMN COINS) Over where? Over there, sold To not a single lady in here
I've been here like a thousand times, Dated every woman in the atmosphere. I've been to every continent, Broken all the hearts in every hemisphere/ (mmm yaass we love a well travelled king. also yeah i can see that other bit being accurate, he is a catch) And if I'm not the type of guy you like to circumvent, Just remember not to love me when I disappear/ (yeah that sounds like him alright)
I graduated at the top/ (Mmmm we LOVE a medical degree king slay) I like to take advantage of the bourgeoisie/ (maybe not exactly how it happened i mean he worked for him for the most part but i count it as a lucio reference lmao) So if you have a fantasy of being a queen, Maybe you should blow a couple bucks on me/😏😏
Going once, going twice! Won't these gentlemen suffice?/ (*brain animatic director voice* pan over to the rest of the lads standing at their respective game show-y podium stands; a somewhat disgruntled asra, lucio preening for anybody paying attention, muriel's left already) Any here? Any there? Any motions anywhere? Going twice, going thrice, Guess this means we'll go four times a lady
I promise I'll be all you'll need, ever need You'll never have to shop around (don't shop around) And I'll give you all you'll ever need, ever need, Don't worry I will never let you down, let you down- Don't worry I will never let you down/ (admittedly this doesn't sounds exactly like something he'd say, the insecure avoidant wretch of a boy kjbdfkjadf maybe a bit later, god knows hes trying bless his little heart)
So many ladies are wanting for mates, And the prospects are good but the date's never great- Over here, over there, over where? Anywhere! They're too busy with winning the bidding to care! And he's sold!/ (*film director voice* the gavel bangs one last time, the doctor & mc pushed into each others embrace laugh together before going in for a kiss; curtains fall; brain animatic over, credits roll kbhsrjkdgh)
Alright lets get the lucio show on the road number one: Central Cee Retail Therapy which ive been obsessively listening to basically every day now for some reason but also im skipping like half the song literally only because i genuinely could not understand wtf hes talking about in there lmao
Fly uptown when I'm feelin' down I wanna do retail therapy/ (only kind of therapy i can imagine him pursuing) Been with the gang all week I need some female energy/ (ok tbh i dont remember how it went with him and nadia before they got together but this line just has me picturing him in his soldier mercenary days, back home from whatever job, done with boys nights, lookin to get bizzayyy) Sucked my soul, I lost my breath She got me breathin' heavy, Toxic relationship with my queen But me and the T got chemistry/ (ok im just now learning T means trap house but imma pretend i didnt see that gjhfhkgk)
Told her that I'm a Gemini Now she on Google checkin' the compatibility, She wanna see if I got the agility She wanna see if I got the ability/ (this bit may be silly but the first time i heard this while thinking about lucio i just instantly went "omg itd be funny if hes actually a gemini and it fits" and i checked, hes not, of course hes capricorn lol (but also wasnt there that one time when they gave him two birthdays on accident jgxgnvgs that just makes this even more in character bear w me) and after i learned that i just instantly reasoned that, at least to me, him lying about his star sign to get with nadia totally sounds like something he would do xD im not sure i can see him putting in the effort of actually researching which sign is compatible with nadia, but i mean hey he wants to bag a whole princess hes got a lot riding on this he might as well memorise some charts dgkhgj/ ok update i did in fact google the compatibility for cancer/gemini and its utter shit😂😭 she actually supposedly is more compatible with his actual sign but also, like. come on. look at them. if any relationship can be used to prove that thats all kinda bullshit or bad writing for a game about all this astral stuff? its probably them lmao
I went 'round three, she want round four- she killin' me, ADHD, my trigger finger fidgety
Walk in- Walk-in wardrobe look like the stockroom - Mum said I'm materialistic/ (literally canonically them fr shes such a hater bmvxhkhx) When you're the boss, that shit will cost, I'm buying my mumzy a crib for Christmas I'm livin' a movie, but it ain't scripted/ (oh honey if you knew how scripted your life is) God is my witness, get out my business, Back in the day I had one pair of trainers I wore that shit 'til it gave me blisters/ (also pretty canonically accurate sentiment i reckon with the living in a hardcore arctic hunter tribe situation n whatnot)
numba tew: Panic at The Disco's Emperors new clothes~ the music video for this one kinda fits the vibe for his storyline too a little bit at least aesthetically lol
Welcome to the end of eras, Ice has melted back to life - Done my time and served my sentence, Dress me up and watch me die - If it feels good, tastes good, It muuuust be mine~ Dynasty decapitated, You just might see a ghost tonight/ (kinda could describe his debut as a ghoast (ghost goat?)?)
And if you don't know now you know
I'm taking back the crown/ I'm all dressed up and naked/ (naked ghoast ass mf) I see what's mine and take it (Finders keepers, losers weepers) oooOOOh yeeeah, the crown/ So close I can taste it, I see what's mine and take it (Finders keepers, losers weepers)/ (yeah this bit speaks for itself i think, pretty biblically accurate lucio characterisation)
Sycophants on velvet sofas, Lavish mansions, vintage wine~ I am so much more than royal/ (i mean. mister I Deserve Everything. cmon) Snatch your chain and mace your eyes/ (man i dont know something something devil deal chains😭)
If it feels good, tastes good, It must be mine/ Heroes always get remembered/ But you know legends never die/ (yeeesss YYYEEEEESSSS UGH the auDACITY)
number 3: Nick Lutsko's Sometimes!
Swinging for the fences, Hanging from the moon, I cut my tongue on the rust of a silver spoon, I bet my billionth bottom dollar on a hopeless case-/ (i like those two lines for him being a nepo baby theyre so nice and evocative) And now the devil on my shoulder has a knife to my face/ (obvious allusion is obviousing)
Racing toward the mailbox With a letter in your hand But the postman's gone away, and you begin to understand- That you're no hero to this story, You're just another wretched pawn, Who bought his tickets to the sideshow And then slept through the alarm/ (UGH this song is just good i dont even have anything to say about that little blond bitch anymore htkjyufh no theres something in there i swear. about him taking on this bigger than life endeavour to acquire all this unimaginable power and dealing literal demons and barely even taking it seriously sometimes and not realising how played hes getting)
Sometimes the short end of the stick is the sharpest/ Sometimes the only road to take is the darkest/ Sometimes all you gotta say is "mommy make it go away"/ Sometimes the only way out is as a carcass💀
Sometimes you gotta finish what you shouldn't have started/ Sometimes you gotta shoot before you see the target/ Sometimes mommy's gonna say, "You're not worth the price to pay" Sometimes the tunnel only leads to darkness/ (this is where im cornered into admitting i only associate this song with lucio cause of the mommy issues. yippee)
im not saying anything but if you havent heard these songs before theyre reeeally fun to listen to and worth checking out i prommy👀 i enjoyed thinking through this so much im not great at Lucio so the details might be iffy i hope it made any sense thank you bye goonight🥰🥰
@tetsuoooooooooo HII!
Ugh I can't begin to say how much fun it was to read all of this, thank you!!! I always love how you unpack the lyrics for different characters ^.^
I've just added all of your suggestions to the playlist and I'll put them on the tag too. (Istg I will never be able to listen to The Bidding the same way again, you've effectively Julian'ed it for me XD)
Cheers friend!
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an-abyss-of-stars · 1 year
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She Whispered To Him In The Night - Part 3
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(previously known as - It's Visceral And It's Cruel: Possible Moment)
Summary: The seducing is working! Rhaena wants it, she's a little reluctant at first, a little worried that they shouldn't be doing this...but she absolutely wants what Aemond is giving her.
Warnings: SMUT! Smutty smut smut and some more angst, but mostly smut!
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Ao3 |
Tag list: @minim236 , @bohemiandreams99 , @neocil , @readsalot73 , @nettysnest (feel free to tell me if you want to be on the taglist or not)
✨If we're wondering about the name change, I've put the fic on Ao3 now! Feel free to show some love there! But yeah, that and the fact that this has just become it's own thing at this point, it needed a new name.✨
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P.S: I promised FILTH, and yes I partially delivered! I'm also a fucking liar because there will be 4 parts instead of 3! The actual dicking-down is um...it's a long oneee (pun not intended but also intended)...i had to split it! Enjoy Aemond FINALLY getting to eat out his girl tho! He was desperate so I let him have it.
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Surely with his need to want and possess her...to own her. Beneath that carnal possession, if he could have her, he'd love her like no other could. He'd lavish her with everything at his disposal. Everything a woman as glorious as her deserved. 
But for the moment, he wouldn’t pass up teasing her. 
"So you think I'm beautiful," he smirked, that rakish expression gracing his features yet again. 
"I think you're fishing for compliments, my Prince. I think you know you're far too striking to be considered anything less," her pale lavender eyes glinted playfully, a soft smile spreading across her lips.
His heart was pounding rapidly, certainly he knew he wasn't a hideous creature. His mother was keen to remind him of just how handsome she thought he was nearly daily. Ladies at court may not have agreed, and whores were happy to say whatever handed them more coin. 
He couldn't help that his grisly scar and the loss of left eye left a more than wounded feeling when it came to his own self conscious feelings about his appearance. 
But Rhaena…she'd complimented him unprovoked. There'd be nothing for her to gain…other than this being her honest opinion of him.
And she thought he was… beautiful .
His ethereal dragon Princess thought him beautiful. 
He watched as she attempted to inch backyards on her bed, but he hooked his fingers around the hollow of her knees, pulling her back to him. 
"Just what do you expect me to relinquish to you tonight, my Prince?" she nearly giggled, gazing up at him. He couldn't stand how watching her lay on her back for him had made him so incredibly hard. The way her exposed breasts rose and lowered with each breath she took, "Aemond, I've already allowed you far more liberties than I should have." 
"If you wanted me to stop, you would’ve told me. As we both know how much you enjoy denying me things," he said smoothly, "but if you truly had disliked any of this, you wouldn't have moaned for me."
She grimaced only slightly, "Aemond," her voice had taken on a slight admonishing tone.
"I want all of you," he cut her off, "every inch of you,"
"Surely you cannot!" Rhaena laughed nervously, "Aemond, I know your grandfather intends for you to marry Floris Baratheon. He intends to form an alliance behind my Stepmother’s back. And should it happen, we both know I shall not play as your mistress,"
Aemond gritted his teeth, gripping her thighs, pulling her flush against him, "you think I'd choose some Baratheon wench over you. My grandfather's ambitions can die right here, I won't be his pawn in this. I want you as my bride not my fucking mistress ,"
Her eyes widened at his blatant admission, her lower lip caught between her teeth, "you want me that badly?" By now she'd pulled herself into a seating position, gazing up at him as he stood in front of her. 
His chest might've burst, the look in her eyes, her soft voice felt as if it were constricting him. Aemond gently held her chin and lowered himself down to her lips, she did not fight him, she swayed into his kiss. 
He’d spent nearly the majority of their encounter tonight practically begging her to marry him, but she still couldn’t seem to take his words for what they were. 
At least until now.
Aemond groaned against her, pulling back only slightly, "if you only knew how I saw you, you'd know how desperately-" his lips claimed hers again, he was losing control, if he didn't have her now, he wasn't sure how he'd ever survive.
He inhaled deeply, letting her intoxicating lavender scent wash over him, "Rhaena, this is meant to be. I've never wanted anyone else, and I know you feel it too. What must I do to prove it?"
She gazed into his eyes, something vulnerable and something more. Her hypnotic stare focusing in on his sapphire eye, he felt himself tense before her. Even as her soft hands caressed his scar with gentle care, "you'll secure a betrothal…without killing anyone?" 
"Surely it'd be easier if I killed a few people," he pouted lightly. 
"Aemond, that's not funny," she bit back a small smile, batting his chest.
"Fine. I won't kill anyone. I can easily secure a betrothal once I've had you, put a child in you," he grinned down at her. Whatever remark she had prepared, died on her tongue as she watched him lower himself down to his knees in front of her. 
Spreading her legs slowly, he heard her gasp but she did not stop him. He was finally going to see her, open and bared just for him. 
The view was certainly delectable.
Aemond gulped at the tantalizing sight, his lady was well and truly soaked. His pride might've swelled within him, for he knew he'd been the one who'd caused her to be so. His jaw clenched, fuck, he was certain he had never seen such a perfect cunt, he was desperate to taste her.
Rhaena's widened eyes watching him closely, her cheeks were flushed a burning pink.
She was anticipating his next move, but she should know he wouldn't let her squander this moment. 
He licked his lips and bit them closely, eyeing her intensely, his voice was slightly hoarse when he asked, "I wish to taste you, sweet Rhaena. May I?" 
Her plush lips parted, still seemingly stunned at the position she'd found herself in. With a gulp, she nodded for him, and he decided that would have to do, for he could wait no longer. 
Aemond gripped onto her thighs with a fervent need, spreading her legs further, opening her to him fully before he delved in. His tongue desperately lapped up her sweet slick with an eagerness he didn't know he had. 
She tasted far too good, he was sure most cunts never tasted this sweet. It was nearly overwhelming, the heady taste of her sent burning ripples throughout him.
Rhaena whimpered for him, falling back onto the bed, but he wanted more. 
He pulled her closer, let his tongue travel the length of her, suckling at her folds before fixating his attention on the apex of her sex. He'd barely even dragged his tongue along it, yet he drew even deeper moans from her. 
Yes, this is what he wanted. 
He wanted her to beg him, cling onto him for dear life, begging him just to let her cum. 
And he'd get it. He'd make his fantasy a reality yet again. 
Sucking and licking her little bundle of nerves with impeccable attention, as his fingers gently stroked her quivering opening. He felt her thighs threatened to squeeze against him, but he knew that to be a good thing. She was moaning his name, truly wanton and gods how he loved it.
Bringing his fingers up, gently stroking through her thatch of silver curls and then down to continue rubbing her little bundle. Her thighs only pressed tighter so he lifted his tongue off of her, "now now, my Lady, you'll have to behave if you want me to continue," his lips curled deviously.
But his Rhaena only whined desperately, her head falling back against her pillows, "Aemond, how could you be so cruel,"
"Mmm, I thought you liked that about me," he grinned, lowering his lips back to her quivering core. Sucking her leaking juices up, as if her essence was sustaining his life force. And truly in a way it was. But he wanted more, dragging his tongue along her as if he was partaking in the sweetest of treats, he slowly slid his tongue inside of her hot centre.
Causing her most wanton moan yet, he was in heaven, this he knew.
Her hands had abandoned grabbing her sheets and had now gripped into his long hair. The wincing pull only made his cock harder, along with her writhing and her moaning. He had to be careful not to release himself in his breeches.
All the while, he kept a rhythm, fucking her earnestly with only his tongue. She was so responsive to everything, the softest graze of his teeth made her scream even louder for him. Her legs fought against his restraining hand and strong arm, but he kept her grounded as he drew her closer to her peak.
His fingers digging deep enough into her thighs, he was sure he'd bruised her delicate brown skin. But he couldn't stop, he made sure the length of his tongue twirled and curled inside her. She was nearly sobbing for him, she was certainly begging for him. Oh she made him so hard without even trying.
"Mmm Aemond, please. I need...," she cried to him, her back was arching, her head rolled back amongst the pool of her silver locs. He knew what she needed, and he intended on giving it to her. There would be time to torture her with orgasms later, when he secured her hand.
But in this moment, she'd begged him so sweetly, how could he not acquiesce. In any case he wanted her to cum…needed her to cum on his tongue. 
Fucking his tongue into her harder, licking at her core with fervour and rubbing her clit with purpose. All in tandem making her a bucking mess. Her hips worked to fuck herself on his tongue as her core began to clench around him, until she finally screamed his name in pure pleasure.
If he didn't get anything else from her tonight, he'd absolutely dream of this moment over and over again. He'd never forget this. Her sweet nectar oozing onto his tongue as he lapped up every drop. Pressing a kiss to her clit, resting his chin on her lower abdomen while her legs stayed draped over his shoulders, he eyed her curiously, "how do you fair now, my Lady?" He licked his lips happily, the look in his eye was positively sinful.
He'd never been more pleased.
Rhaena, on the other hand, covered her face with her arm. He could still see the faint pink glow blushing down her cheeks towards her exposed chest, groaning while she bit her lip, "surely the entire Keep has heard me,"
Aemond smirked at that, climbing atop her, "good," leaning down to kiss her cheek, the corner of her mouth, and finally he stole her lips in a sloppily possessive kiss.
Reluctant as she was, she still gifted him another sultry moan. Tasting herself on his tongue, his sweet Rhaena. She was gently playing with the way his hair had fallen like a curtain over her, when he pulled back just a bit, she gazed up into his violet eye and his sapphire eye with an indecipherable look in her pale violet eyes.
"Surely I shall be ruined now," she whispered closely.
His gaze bore into hers, all fire and blood, harsh edges bared, "ruined for all others, but not me."
"Why do you want me so badly? We'd make a horrid match, all we do is bicker," she'd pouted just slightly, her brows furrowing deeply. Aemond smiled at her expression, there was something so innocent there...something cute…cute enough to kill...or nurture.
Rolling off of her, he laid himself next to her. Staring up at her ceiling for a moment, still revelling in the fact that he was truly here. He was laying in bed with Rhaena Targaryen after having just pleasured her. He couldn't help but smile to himself about that, surely those cunts, Stark or Corbray would never get to. He was certain they'd never even kissed her, and he'd make certain they'd never get to see her so vulnerable and bare. Those sounds she made should be saved for him and him alone, and that's how he'd keep it.
Then he looked over at Rhaena, a goddess in human form. Messy, fierce, Targaryen perfection right at his fingertips. He reached for her and she leaned into his touch, surely she didn't really think they weren’t meant for one another.
He sighed, gently tucking a silver loc behind her ear, gazing over at her, "most people aren't brave enough to bicker with me, much less a woman,"
"Aemond, I meant it seriously," she squinted at him.
"So did I," rolling his eye, he traced his thumb along the shell of her ear and then down along her jaw, "Rhaena, you must admit it. You do enjoy fighting with me, it awakens the dragon within you. You like our back and forth because it's volatile, sets you on fire and makes you want things."
His eye scanned her face as his words seemed to be setting in for her. She'd pull slightly away, the realization becoming apparent in her eyes, but she hadn't left his grasp.
So he slid his hand down her arm, causing gooseflesh in his wake till he landed on the curve of her hip. Drawing her closer to him, "you enjoy my company, little dragon. As frustrating as that is for you to admit. Monster that I am and all. All those other lowly twats at court may bend to your every whim, but you like this challenge I offer you."
A small smile grew on her sweet lips, "oh, so you wouldn't bow to me?" 
His jaw clenched just slightly, certainly he would, but he wasn't about to admit it to her just yet.
Rhaena's smile slowly faded, "Aemond," she breathed, "maybe it's just a physical attraction,"
Her soft tone clashed with the way he roughly tugged her against him, "if it were, I would have taken what I wanted from you and discarded you by now. I wouldn’t have agonized over you for months and I would not be here speaking of wedding myself to you," he bristled at her previous statement.
His grip on her had become lethal, and she winced against him, but he went on sneering, "who else do you expect to make you feel what I do?"
"Vitriol and annoyance," Rhaena scowled, holding onto his shoulders, nails biting into him, a delicious pain washing over him, "you may be right, you're surely the only one with the correct amount of both."
With that he claimed her lips roughly, she bit his lip but did not release him. Swallowing his groan as she worked to pin him down and hold herself above him.
"See," he smiled venomously, licking his lip to see if she drew blood, "you've spent your life waiting to claim a dragon, so why don't you?"
His chest was heaving as his eye was willing her to do it, Gods, he wanted her to claim him. If she would just choose him...choose him above all others.
He just wanted to be her choice. For even as he's spent countless nights wishing to call Rhaena his . He was just as desperate for her to make him… hers .
Once again she looked as if his words had washed over her, Rhaena's eyes dancing up before she gazed back down at him. Groaning to herself, "Mmm, I suppose we do have much in common, no one else in the Keep reads nearly as much as we do. And I suppose my arguments with you have turned you into less of a cruel feral beast," she smirked down at him.
He'd be the one to roll his eye at the latter half of her reply.
"I suppose I have inadvertently tamed a dragon for myself," she smiled leaning towards his lips, "shall I take my mount, before he grows restless."
At that, Aemond's eye opened wide as he swallowed raggedly.
Did she truly wish to ride him?
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Hopefully that was decent!
Also, someone smack me and tell me to refocus on my main long-form fic instead this smut! CAUSE why am I so invested in this! I'm multitasking and yet the smut is the only thing being written consistently! Expect Part 4 later in the week! Maybe on weekend! Because I will be dedicating this week to working on ch.5 of my main fic!
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beatupcorpse · 1 year
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look I made that AU for me and my need of my monkey brothers bcuz this fandom has me completely starved. I JUST WANT BONDING AND PAIN TIMES
the title refers to -SWK's- greatest fear, which is to fail MK so badly that this is how things end up, the kid the Lady's new weapon.
i already said it and kinda showed it in my post but MK takes the hit instead of SWK and immediately this is bad this is terrible he attacking right out of the bat. his hits actually hurt. SWK realizes this is full power MK.
since we know that the possessed are still aware of everything, on MK's sight, getting himself trapped like this just kinda leaves him defeated and becomes the perfect vessel for LBD. doesnt help that he is terrified of this demon
This whole situation is a bit different from possessed!SWK who could hold back punches and fight off his possession even if just a lil bit at first. MK won't get that. He is the perfect weapon for LBD basically. doesn't take much energy to control, equal to SWK in power and cannot hold back. DISASTER
Even worse! His friends don't want to hurt him in the first place! w SWK it was easy because fuck the guy amiright, but this is MK! their friend! Mei's bestie!!!! Dadsy's son!!!!!!!!!!!! it hurts to see MK and be met with souless eyes and murderous intentions
haha.... haaaaaaa...this means that when Mac teams up with them....he and SWK get to have moments oh god I can't let my shipper brain take hold. is FIEN, WE JUST GET MORE DIVORCE ARGUMENTS but also perhaps maybe they are very in sync as they talk about the plan? Mei would probably make fun of em. ok thats it thats all Im giving myself .... and the rest of the time they spent together
aND MAN!! SWK IS JUST SO FILLED WITH GUILT!! probably super numb and serious now. trying to make a plan. muttering to himself. Mei forces him out of his bubble and demands him to act like he is part of the team and share ideas or else they (and MK) are TOAST. and he has to SUCK IT UP AND LISTEN. FOR ONCE!!!!!
we get a "you're right pony girl" "I HAVE A NAME" to light up the mood anyway
bcuz at the end of the day, the team would have to be divided just like in the show, just that instead of MK is SWK. Lucky for Mac tho, in this au he doesn't have to fight MK alone, now he has SWK to take half of the hits. its his time to suffer as he tries to defend himself against his own power, take the staff and try his hardest to not hurt the kid.
whenever he does land a hit on him!! man that feels terrible. LBD taunts him about it. careful there, u wouldn't want to take out ur own student. SWK could maybe win if he put his all, he is the monkey kiing after all. but he would rather take a beating and hear her laugh her head off.
Im not talkin much about Mac bcuz I think he would be taken out of the competition so fast. sad sight. he still tried tho. hes bleeding but not dead he is fine i promise. he is happy to just let SWK take it from there
btw don't think too hard about the staff and how its in MK's hands and not stabbed into the ground just shhhhshshshs. wireless charging the mecha (i actually dont remember if thats what it was doing)
but fuck the staff man. IS DESPERATION TIME! SWK starts talking to MK. he apologizes for everything. he begs. "MK. forget everything Ive told you, listen to me now: you cannot give up"
MK seems to stutter in his next attack. SWK blocks it and keeps talking
"Don't give up on me and especially don't give up on yourself. fight it out kid. I believe in you"
The blue glow of MK's eyes weakens. the sounds of LBD struggling increase the more SWK talks to him. she tries to shut him up. MK now has SWK on a chokehold. Still, the annoying ass monkey won't shut up.
The grip in his neck tightens but he continues
"You have such great friends. You need to keep on fighting for them. They miss you too."
"You're something special bud and not because you are the monkie kid."
His expression starts to change
"I'm proud to be your mentor. Please come back"
and MK snaps out of it.
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from there I feel like itd be pretty much the same. as u can see the au is not terrible different. is just different enough for me to get SWK being honest and sweet to MK and MK to listen everything he needed to hear. and also pain. I could span on many lil things but is very late and im basically ripping this off my chest so its just out here
oh and also
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I get a real hug between them in this AU
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disgruntleddemon · 8 months
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thoughts on mapleshade?
sorry for the late response for this hjkjhj
i like Mapleshade, but i think she's overused in cannon. like she literally did not need to be in Goosefeather's curse or Tigerclaw's fury y'know?
also, i won't lie, she's kinda annoying in Crookedstar's promise. her harping on and on about his promise got irritating, cause i feel like there just wasn't enough done with it?? idk. a lot of fannon shows her taking on a fake motherly persona to trick him, which i think would have been interesting. certainly more than cannon, but that's warriors for ya.
a popular fannon thing that does bug me tho, is when she's shown as just so creepy and controlling towards Appledusk pre river incident. cause usually it just seems like a way to make Appledusk look like a poor baby who was totally justified in cheating. like come on people
which, as a side note, ppl who act like Appledusk was a great guy irk me sm. sure he shouldn't of been murdered or whatever, but you cannot convince me he was actually just a lovely person and a devoted husband to Reedshine or whatever. if he really cared, he wouldn't have cheated.
i honestly don't rly blame Mapleshade for lying about the kit's father. sure she could of handled things better, but she was put in a tough position. what was she even supposed to do in that situation? "oh no my mysterious mate isn't Birchface, it's some other cat i don't wanna disclose." lets be real, things would go south fast. oh, also, i don't like when Frecklewish is characterized as just crying 24/7. let her be angry!! she's much more fun if you have her as a parallel to Mapleshade!!
ideal Mapleshade in my mind, is a desperate bedraggled ass lady who rushes into things without thinking of the consequences. pathetic poor little meow meow who gets to kill, as a treat.
idk i feel like ppl seem to have a hard time striking the right balance for her character. you can have her sympathetic without excusing the murders or whatever. you can show her as capable without completely girlbossifing her. that kind of thing. and similarly, you can portray mv characters as sympathetic without removing all their flaws. you feel?
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sherlokiness · 2 years
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The best balance is between close cousins. And Sansa hatches treason?
What do I think will be the actual song of ice and fire or the equivalent? Well, something that concerns a baby.
"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.
Man, wife, and a babe. The first time we hear the title is when Dany saw it in the HOTU. Notice how the music is sweet and sad at the same time. Those are also the two words associated with Robert(sweet big) and Cersei(sad purple) drowning in someone's eyes.
"Do you require guarding?" Marillion said lightly. "I am composing a new song, you should know. A song so sweet and sad it will melt even your frozen heart. 'The Roadside Rose,' I mean to call it. About a baseborn girl so beautiful she bewitched every man who laid eyes upon her."
Again here, with Marillion offering a song to Sansa. He referred to her as a roadside rose but she's not a bastard- she's a Stark. So if she were to be a rose, she would be a blue rose as per the Bael parallel. We have three Bael figures(Bael, Rhaegar, and Abel) and all of them used a song to breach? the walls of Winterfell in order to be able to steal a Stark daughter. Jon's gonna need a song, amiright?
"I won't." He sounded almost like Marillion, the night he'd gotten so drunk at the wedding.
Marillion/Petyr are combined as one Bael for Sansa with the song and acting Bael-ish when he stole her and left a rose(Marg) in her place. She will probably kill him like how in the original story the father was killed by the offspring.
If not twins, the two were at least close cousins. This one was thicker and heavier, a half-inch wider and three inches longer, but they shared the same fine clean lines and the same distinctive color, the ripples of blood and night. Three fullers, deeply incised, ran down the second blade from hilt to point; the king's sword had only two. "Magnificent." Even in hands as unskilled as Tyrion's, the blade felt alive. "I have never felt better balance."
The sword ICE was split in half and it resulted in a sword with the best balance. There has to be half ice and it's between close cousins. Jon is half-ice (Stark) and half-fire(Targ) while Sansa is also half-ice(Stark) and half-fire(Tully) He's not a Snow, he's a Targ. She's not a Stone, she's a Stark.
My Jonsa agenda: Dany's third treason will result in Sansa being the bride of fire. The blue flower(a Stark maiden/Lyanna/Sansa) was/will be the bride of fire/dragon(Rhaegar/Jon).
A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness. . . . mother of dragons, bride of fire . . .
So for Jon to be Sansa's Bael, he would need a song to breach Sansa's walls.
"It will please me to please my lord husband."
That seemed to anger him. "You hide behind courtesy as if it were a castle wall."
"Courtesy is a lady's armor," Sansa said. Her septa had always told her that.
Courtesy as a castle wall.
Perhaps that would please Sansa. Gently, he spoke of Braavos, and met a wall of sullen courtesy as icy and unyielding as the Wall he had walked once in the north. It made him weary. Then and now.
It is no ordinary wall. It's The Wall. Sweet-smelling Sansa's first husband could not get past it.
There is also another wall of Sansa's alluding to her virginity.
"I am," the Imp confessed, "but not so drunk that I cannot attend to my own bedding." He hopped down from the dais and grabbed Sansa roughly. "Come, wife, time to smash your portcullis. I want to play come-into-the-castle."
And another
"That will give it strength enough to stand, I'd think," Petyr said. "May I come into your castle, my lady?"
I think that neither Tyrion nor Petyr will be the one to break her castle. She is a snow maid. Snow's maid. So Jon's song?
"Life is not a song, sweetling. You may learn that one day to your sorrow."
Life is not a song?
Sansa stared hard at his ugly face, remembering how he had thrown down her father for Ser Ilyn to behead, wishing she could hurt him, wishing that some hero would throw him down and cut off his head. But a voice inside her whispered, There are no heroes, and she remembered what Lord Petyr had said to her, here in this very hall. "Life is not a song, sweetling," he'd told her. "You may learn that one day to your sorrow."
There is a hero so maybe what LF said is wrong too.
Her throat was dry and tight with fear, and every song she had ever known had fled from her mind. Please don't kill me, she wanted to scream, please don't. She could feel him twisting the point, pushing it into her throat, and she almost closed her eyes again, but then she remembered. It was not the song of Florian and Jonquil, but it was a song. Her voice sounded small and thin and tremulous in her ears.
Life in exchange for a song. I think what Jon will give her is a life worthy of a song? Or just a little life.
As Daenerys Targaryen rose to her feet, her black hissed, pale smoke venting from its mouth and nostrils. The other two pulled away from her breasts and added their voices to the call, translucent wings unfolding and stirring the air, and for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons.
The first book ended with Dany hatching dragons and the music of course refer to the sounds they made.
"A child born of traitor's seed will find that betrayal comes naturally to her," said Grand Maester Pycelle. "She is a sweet thing now, but in ten years, who can say what treasons she may hatch?"
Sansa will hatch a treason. As @agentrouka-blog pointed out, treasons can also be children of incest.
The warlocks whispered of three treasons . . . once for blood and once for gold and once for love.
"No. Bastards are seldom made upon the belly." He wondered what his cousin would say if he were to confess his own sins, the three treasons Cersei had named Joffrey, Tommen, and Myrcella.
Jonsa baby will not be child of incest exactly but you get what I mean.
Of Sansa, brushing out Lady's coat and singing to herself.
The last book ends with Sansa singing to a babe and a man beside her.
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ishipgenfics · 1 year
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The Glow Cloud, Explained
Well, I was going to try to catch up from where I was but this arc seems really cool so I'm just jumping it. I know who Lubelle is from Tumblr posts, so let's go!
First thought: Oh my god Cecil's voice is so pretty. How did it get even prettier? How. How is this possible.
Second thought: 'After I finish my radio show of course.' Dork. I love him so much.
Third thought: It's odd to have Cecil pointing out that things are weird, but I guess Night Vale is a little more aware of their weirdness since the Huntokar thing. Not explaining of it, no, that's just this lady, but aware.
Fourth thought: Oh my god her voice. She sounds so... condescending. Like, yes, I know what it is best for you, I know the right thing. I know the answer, just go sit in the corner and listen. I've had teachers like her and hated them, they don't listen. That is a perfect voice. I love it, and I hate it.
Fifth thought: Until there is not an ounce of poetry left. Yup. That's a very good line. Unravel everything until there's nothing left of it but string and despair. I kind of get it, I like answers too, but this is... bad. And wrong. Scientists don't act like this. This isn't how science works. If Night Vale is different, you expand your understanding. You don't try to force everything to be the way you think it should be.
Sixth thought: Cecil. Calm down about the lanes.
Seventh thought: My Carlos's science is so interesting to me. It's the way that people look at science, without any of the substance. Beakers and numbers, yes, but what is he actually finding out? And that kind of science, in Night Vale, is safe. (Plus Carlos probably does do actual investigations. We know Cecil is unreliable at time.)
Eight thought: Poor Cecil. I just want to give him a hug, he sounds so scared. He's the Voice of Night Vale. This town is part of him. It is the place where everyone he loves lives. If Lubelle takes all those people away... what is NIght Vale?
Ninth thought: AT LEAST TEN EXOTIC BIRDS TO HAVE A JEWISH SERVICE. IT'S A FUCKING BIRD MINYAN THAT IS AMAZING. God I love NIght Vale.
Tenth thought: It isn't going to work. I've seen the writing on the wall I've heard her mutterings I know it isn't going to work. I'm so sorry. Cecil, Glow Cloud, everyone. I am so sorry.
And now, dear readers, I take you to the weather.
Special Weather Thought 1: Wow, this fits the situation really well. They don't all do this, I'm pretty sure. I've listened to a couple. Maybe I should listen to the weather more.
And we're back!
Eleventh thought: You're just going to write it off as collective hysteria? Sure. Okay. Very scientific, Lubelle. I'd like to see some sources for all this, if you don't mind. Because from what I can tell, mass hysteria can be used as an explanation for LITERALLY ANYTHING. And if the dead animals really are being picked up by dust devils, then why are there so many dust devils around NIght Vale?
I am going to kill you with your own damn logic, Lucelle. You can't keep doing this to my town.
Twelth Thought: No, NO no no no no no no PLEASE. You can't-- but you can. You can do it forever, and it's wrong, and I won't forget. It's the Glow Cloud, and it was real, and it was alive, and you killed it and you are wrong. You are wrong, Lucelle. I am a scientist and I will not forget.
Thirteenth Thought: We are all temporary arrangement of water Lucelle. We are all made of carbon and water and molecules and I know your death date and I am knocking on your door. I will fix this, Cecil. I promise.
Fourteenth Thought: All Hail. All Hail. All Hail.
Fifteenth Though: That child must never return Cecil. We cannot lose it too. It must stay safe and away from Night Vale, until I find a way to fix this.
Sixteenth Thought: Your voice is beautiful, Cecil, and I love you beyond words. Words can be twisted, their meaning and beauty stripped from them. I will not love you in words, Cecil.
Seventeenth Thought: Lucelle, I will fight you with everything I have in me. I will save this town, my town, from you. You may be a scientist, but I am The Scientist. I will stop you. For Cecil. For Night Vale. This I swear.
From the Notes of the Journal of Carlos the Scientist, recorded in full by a representative of the Vague Yet Menacing Government Agency.
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tada-no-honzuki · 2 years
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Ascendance of a Bookworm (24) Part 5 Volume 3 Chapter 9
This translation is not supposed to replace the official releases of the light novel series. Please purchase the official light novel when it becomes available!
Socializing with Frenbeltag
"Lady Rozemyne, won't you consider blessing us this year after all? We might encounter a situation like last year again."
Leonore asked on behalf of the knight apprentices who would be playing ditter this afternoon. As I recalled how much they had struggled last year against the hundertteilung, I noticed the knight apprentices eying me with anxious looks. However, I was not going to bless them this year. I resolutely shook my head.
"You placed sixth during the mock battles even without a blessing, right? It shows you are capable enough. If you rely too much on me, it will hinder everyone's growth." I said.
Leonore retreated with a gentle, “Understood”. Unlike Leonore, who had brought it up just in case I had changed my mind, Cornelius asked, "Why won't you bless them this year?" and tilted his head in confusion.
“Since Dunkelfelger can receive blessings, I don't see why we shouldn't.” He continued. “It makes a lot of difference whether they receive your blessing or not, Lady Rozemyne."
“At Dunkelfelger, all knights work together to receive the blessings on their own. I can't have Ehrenfest rely on me to bless them forever." I explained.
…besides, it appears we don't aim to increase Ehrenfest's ranking this year.
Since this had only been discussed within the sound-blocking barrier, and it would likely affect everyone's morale, I mentioned this final reason only in my heart.
"Dunkelfelger's knights will be giving a demonstration after today's ditter tournament, so even other duchies can learn how to do it, right?” I asked. “I hope that Ehrenfest's knight apprentices will join everyone in their endeavor to learn how to earn the blessings by themselves. Otherwise, we may come to a point where Ehrenfest's knight apprentices cannot receive the divine protection of more gods, even though we were the ones to research it in the first place.”
The king had promised that those who wished to, may repeat the Invocation Ritual after the graduation ceremony concluded, or they could do it once we returned to Ehrenfest. However, there was no point in redoing the ritual, if they didn't pray enough.
"The amount of mana you offer is the key to success. Please learn how to receive the blessing by yourself." I concluded.
"Yes!"
Angelica watched as the knight apprentices nodded vigorously, then she murmured, "Lady Rozemyne, can I be stronger if I learn that ritual?" It seems that she was intrigued by the fact that everyone could get blessings by themselves and become stronger that way.
"Yes, because Dunkelfelger's ritual will allow you to receive blessings from multiple gods at once, you'll be stronger at that moment,” I said. “Besides, it will be easier to receive the divine protection of the gods if you repeatedly perform the ritual. However, to receive the divine protection of the gods, you must first remember their names, Angelica."
"Remember...” Angelica murmured. “Can Stenluke take my place?"
I guess she really didn't like studying at the temple. Angelica stroked Stenluke's feystone while sighing melancholically. In his sheathed form he was only the size of a dagger. At a glance, it was impossible to tell it was actually a full-sized sword.
"If you receive the divine protection of a lot of gods, your attacks will consume less mana, and Stenluke will grow even more.” I explained. “I think it would greatly benefit you and Stenluke if you received the divine protection of as many gods as possible..."
"Huh!? My attacks will consume less mana?"
Angelica looked at me as if this was the first time she heard about this. In her mind, learning the names of the gods had been part of the research. She hadn't understood the benefits it would have for her at all.
"Didn't Damuel explain it to you, Angelica!?" I cried.
"He may have,” Angelica admitted. “I will do my best to remember the names of the gods."
"I'm glad you're feeling motivated now, Angelica." I said.
"...if only you had shown some motivation sooner, it would have saved Damuel a lot of trouble, Angelica." Cornelius said.
Knowing the pain all too well himself, he quietly added, "I feel for the guy." Apparently, it had been absolute hell to teach Angelica while she was unmotivated. While listening to Cornelius' and Hartmut's tales about Damuel's struggles, I headed back to the Interduchy Tournament's venue.
In the morning, the higher-ranking duchies went around to say hello to the duchies they were close with or wanted to deepen their relationship with. However, Ehrenfest hadn't had a chance to go around at all. If we sat around all afternoon, I wouldn't be able to check out the spots of the other duchies.
"Doesn't Ehrenfest have to go around and say hello?" I asked while watching the other duchies go about their preparations for the afternoon. Sylvester immediately gave me an annoyed glare.
"You want us to walk around and greet others with the lower-ranking duchies, when w were just told to behave more like a higher-ranking duchy?” He asked. “You have more business to discuss with the higher-ranking duchies, is that it?"
I quickly shook my head in denial. I didn't want to have any more business talks with the higher-ranking duchies. I had just wanted to have a look around to see what the research and socializing spaces of the other duchies were like.
"You can take a break. Go watch some ditter.” Sylvester said. “Since you are acquainted with the King now, I cannot have you miss the Awards Ceremony again."
"But the lower-ranking duchies are coming to say hello, right?” I asked. “Will I really be able to take a break?"
If the afternoon would be anything like the morning, it likely would become a very short break.
"...based on last year, you can probably watch the competition for a bit, but it really depends on how much of an impact your joint research had.” Sylvester replied.
"Ugh..."
All participants of the ceremony were listed as collaborators, and apparently,  it wasn't every day that your name was listed alongside the names of Royalty. So, it had caused quite a stir. Especially in the duchies that had no Archduke Candidates. It seems the archnoble scholar apprentices who participated on their behalf were treated with a kind of respect that even their Archduke Candidates did not receive.
“It is also very likely that we earned quite some anger and resentment from the duchies that were blocked by Schutzaria's shield. Though I doubt anything will happen in such a heavily guarded place..." Sylvester murmured as he glanced at the Sovereign Knights stationed around the venue.
If anyone would dare to kick up a fuss in front of the Sovereign knights, who were on high alert, they would probably be punished more severely than Immeldink last year.
…it is easy to understand that the Sovereign knights are desperate to prove themselves. If something were to happen for the second year in a row, the King might call them incompetent.
"Now, we shall resume the ditter competition! We tried to spice up the second half of the competition a bit! Ladies and gentlemen, please enjoy!"
Rauffen's voice announced the start of the afternoon. Seeing how Ehrenfest had struggled with the hundertteilung last year, it had been decided to increase the variety of feybeasts in the second half of the competition. Because it was important to know how to deal with rare feybeasts if you encountered one.
"This is quite advantageous for Ehrenfest, isn't it?” I asked. “Assuming that Professor Fraularm might continue her harassment this year, everyone studied very hard."
"I wonder if any other duchy doubled down on studying feybeasts fearing they might be the next victim?"
I tilted my head in thought at Cornelius' words. I certainly could imagine Dunkelfelger doing just that, but I was pretty sure they had been too busy trying to increase the success rate of their ritual.
"Ahrensbach, come forth!" Rauffen called.
Ahrensbach was the first to fight in the second half of the competition, and apparently, Hirschur was the professor assigned to summon the feybeast. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of feybeast Hirschur would produce.
"Sylvester, may I go to the front to watch?" I asked.
"...sure.” He said. “I'll call you when we have an important guest. You can watch the competition with the knight apprentices until then."
With Sylvester's permission, I moved to a place where I could observe the match more easily. Rihyarda prepared a small stand just like she did last year. When I stepped onto it, I noticed that I had a higher perspective than last year.
…whoa, I'm getting bigger!
Looking down at the stadium, I saw several light purple capes ready themselves as Hirschur took out her schtappe and started pouring mana into the magic circle. The magic circle glowed, and a talfrosh appeared. It was the size of a small hill.
"A talfrosh!?" I cried out.
"You have seen it before, Lady Rozemyne?" Angelica asked.
In response to her question, I stuttered, "Yeah, well..." and nodded vaguely. It was the giant frog I had encountered while gathering ingredients for my jureve. I couldn't go into more detail, since all the gathering had been done in secret, but I still vividly remembered my fight with the talfrosh. It would split apart when attacked. As I remembered the feeling of being swallowed by it with Brigitte, and the sight of the tiny frogs raining down, I got goosebumps all over my body.
“It has characteristics similar to last year's hundertteilung,” I said.
I could tell Ahrensbach's knight apprentices were at a loss in the face of this unfamiliar enemy. However, this was speed ditter. The clock kept ticking as they looked at it in bewilderment.
Eventually, the knights delivered some experimental attacks, but they weren't very effective as they seemed to lack power and simply bounced back.
"Let's get it!"
"Yes!"
They must have realized they were getting nowhere. Two knight apprentices quickly filled their swords with mana until they started flashing in all colors of the rainbow. They were going to hit it with a strong mana attack. The other apprentices started preparing their shields to absorb the shock. When apprentices swung their swords, they unleashed an attack that shone all colors of the rainbow.
The two rainbow-colored mana attacks twisted together and hit the talfrosh with a loud boom! With an unholy noise, it exploded and a giant shockwave hit everyone in the vicinity.
"We got it!"
"...not yet! The magic circle is still glowing!"
The light of the magic circle, that would stop glowing if you completely defeated the enemy, had not faded yet. The moment the knight apprentice warned the others that it was not over yet, small talfrosh started raining down.
"Ugh, yikes!"
"Kill every last one of them!"
The knight apprentices started hacking away at the small talfrosh as more and more came falling down. Due to their small size, they were easy to defeat, but they also proved hard to find, because they were scattered across a wide area.
"They seem to be in exactly the same situation as Ehrenfest last year.” I said “......,is Professor Hirschur taking revenge?"
"Unlike the hundertteilung, a talfrosh doesn't recombine just by touching, and you can defeat it even if it's not at its smallest size, so I think this is pretty easy," Leonore said.
Judith nodded, "If she was going to take revenge, I think she should just have summoned a hundertteilung. That one is really annoying."
When Matthias suggested, “Since hundertteilungs live in Ahrensbach, she likely decided to go with a feybeast that has similar characteristics, but they aren't familiar with.” everyone nodded, "I see,"  while continuing to observe the match. It was probably going to take them a while to defeat all the talfrosh. As the thought crossed my mind, Lieseletta came to get me.
"Lady Rozemyne, the Aub is calling for you. The archducal couple of Frenbeltag has arrived. Please return to the socializing area."
I was about to go back to my seat, when I noticed that Hartmut was missing. I couldn't find him anywhere.
"Oh! Where did Hartmut go?" I asked.
"He left to greet Clarissa's parents."
It seems he had headed over to Dunkelfelger, while I was observing the competition.
"I hope he will be able to convince Clarissa's parents without issue."
“Don’t worry. This morning Prince Anastasius and Dunkerfelger's First Lady forbid any further ditter matches, and the focus of their conversation is how to deal with Clarissa should she barge into Ehrenfest without permission.”
How would they contact each other? How would he send her back? And how should he respond if she asked him to come and get her? Should they revoke their permission for the marriage, they should keep in mind that Clarissa would likely barge into Ehrenfest.
"Her parents are likely struggling to keep her in check, because she is completely smitten with you, Lady Rozemyne."
As I headed to the table, I noticed the archducal couple of Frenbeltag was sitting with Sylvester.
"Rozemyne, these are Aub Frenbeltag and my older sister Constanze." Sylvester said.
…so this is Lady Constanze?
In Royal Academy Love Stories, Constanze, Sylvester's second older sister, acted as a go-between for her younger brother. For that reason, I had a vague idea of her personality, even though this was our first time meeting. Her face resembled Sylvester's more than Georgine's or Detlinde's. And the way she looked at me with curious eyes reminded me of my first meeting with Sylvester. I suppose that means they resemble the previous Aub? However, because she was blonde and her eyes were light blue, she seemed to give off a completely different vibe than Sylvester.
Aub Frenbeltag looked like he could be Charlotte's father. His face just radiated kindness. I kneeled in front of them and introduced myself.
“My name is Rozemyne. May I pray for a blessing in appreciation of this serendipitous meeting, ordained by the harsh judgment of Ewigeliebe?”
"You may."
When I sat down after finishing the greeting, they smiled at me.
"We came over every year during the Interduchy Tournament, but I believe this is the first time we actually get to meet, isn't it?"
"Rudiger also regrets that he had so little contact with you, Lady Rozemyne. It seems he had wanted to talk to you about the temple and its rituals."
Rudiger had tried to invite me to the tea party among cousins, and assisted the temple to increase the harvest. He didn't seem like a bad kid. If I hadn't had to return to Ehrenfest for the dedication ceremony, I most certainly would have talked more with Rudiger than with Detlinde at the tea party among cousins.
"I don't see Lady Florencia. Is she not feeling well?" Constanze asked in a whisper, while paying close attention to our surroundings. Aub Frenbeltag was Florencia's older brother, so it made sense he would worry if he couldn't find her in the socializing spot.
"I can't exactly make it public yet, but...” Sylvester mumbled. “I suppose it wouldn't hurt to inform my brother-in-law and older sister. To tell you the truth, we suspect she might be pregnant, so I decided to play it safe. If she seems well enough, I shall allow her to join us tomorrow....."
"Huh!?"
As I opened my eyes in shock to this unexpected new bit of information, Sylvester glared at me and whispered, "Quiet". Nobles rarely informed anyone of the birth of a child until their baptism ceremony. It probably wasn't something one would normally discuss in such a public setting. Though I was happy to have a new brother or sister, I couldn't raise my voice in a shout of celebration. I pressed my lips tightly together to stifle any noises, while squirming in my seat.
…a little brother or sister! I need to make another black-and-white picture book for babies! I have to!
While my brain was taken over by the baby fever, Constanze looked at Sylvester with an exasperated sigh.
"I can't believe she's pregnant at a time like this... Do you really intend to take no one but Lady Florencia? You are not exactly of the age or rank to say such things anymore, aren't you? It's fine if you wish to stay devoted to Lady Florencia, but it wouldn't hurt to look around a little. You can't forever....."
Constanze completely turned into an older sister admonishing her little brother. Obediently listening to her whispered complaints, Sylvester retorted sullenly, “It's not like I planned this. It just happened. It must be a sign from Liebeskhilfe that I need not take a second wife."
"You never change..."
Aub Frenbeltag laughed wryly as Constanze shook her head in exasperation.
“I'm relieved to see that you still care for Florencia even as your duchy's rank rises.” He said.
Will Florencia be treated worse now that the gap in rank between Ehrenfest and Frenbeltag is growing? Won't she be in hot water if she were demoted to Second or Third Lady? He had apparently worried a great deal about his sister's position.
"I heard that Lord Rudiger is assisting Frenbeltag's temple. How is the duchy doing?" I asked.
Frenbeltag gave up on playing ditter against Dunkelfelger and didn't participate in the Royal Academy's dedication ritual. But unlike the other duchies, Frenbeltag was already assisting their temple I was curious to hear what the situation was like.
"Since we saw a notable increase in yield after Rudiger started assisting the temple, the other Archduke Candidates and their retainers joined the endeavor.” Aub Frenbeltag explained. “Our Giebe also started filling the small chalices to the brim to fertilize their land as much as possible. I believe your joint research with Dunkelfelger will help us to perform the temple rituals more efficiently.”
“That’s wonderful,” I said. “But wasn't there any opposition against Archduke Candidates frequenting the temple and assisting with the rituals? While performing the ritual at the Royal Academy, I learned the temple has been shunned for quite some time."
In response to my question, Constanze said, "Frenbeltag was no different." with a smile. “However, we had gotten to a point where we had nothing to lose anymore.”
Aub Frenbeltag nodded, “Constanze was the first to accept Rudiger's suggestion. ……whether it's appointing Archduke Candidates as the High Bishop and High Priest, or suggesting my own child participate in temple rituals, those who hail from Ehrenfest sometimes make surprising decisions. Considering you undertake one new endeavor after another, you are truly an Archduke Candidate of Ehrenfest, Lady Rozemyne."
It seems Frenbeltag was making rapid reforms so that nobles may feel at ease frequenting the temple and thereby increasing the duchy's prosperity as much as possible.
"Since the Royal family participated in your ritual, the aversion towards the temple should have faded a little. I thought it might be a good idea to take this opportunity to inform the other duchies that were on the losing side of the civil war that it would be wise to have their nobles assist with the Spring Prayer and the Harvest Festival."
Until now, no matter what Frenbeltag said, no one had wanted to listen to them. But now that everyone was showing interest in the temple's rituals, there certainly would be duchies willing to listen, Constanze explained.
“Would you consider conducting joint research with Frenbeltag on the changes in the Harvest's yield that occurred after our Archduke Candidates started going around the Central District to participate in the Spring Prayer and the Harvest Festival? Our yield has grown for two years in a row now, so I believe it would be a topic worthy of research. What do you say, Sylvester?"
For now, this was data only available to Frenbeltag and Ehrenfest. Sylvester answered, “It's the students who do the research, sister.” with a wry smile.
"What do you think, Lady Rozemyne?"
Her light blue eyes were full of expectation. If there was undeniable proof that sending Archduke Candidates around the Central District to perform the temple rituals led to a larger yield, more duchies might be tempted to reform their temples. I didn't mind doing research with Frenbeltag, but I would rather spend my time researching magic tools for my library.
"Next year I won't be able to stay at the Royal Academy for the full term. Therefore, I think it would be better to have Wilfried and Charlotte's scholars take the lead, rather than myself. Of course, I will assist where I can.”
"Then, we shall talk to Lord Wilfried and Lady Charlotte,” Constanze said. “Thank you, Lady Rozemyne."
Frenbeltag's archducal couple headed for the table of Wilfried and Charlotte. As I watched them leave, I whispered to Sylvester.
"Until now, they didn't mention to anyone that Lord Rudiger assisted the temple, did they? However, as soon as the temple is viewed more favorably by Royalty, they propose to conduct research only they can do. Though they fell down the ranking, they still think like a top-ranking duchy, don't they?"
"Aub Frenbeltag has been conducting himself brilliantly even after their duchy's rank dropped. Once their harvest stabilizes and their number of nobles increases, they certainly will quickly rise through the rankings.”
Muttering he added, that we needed to change our mindset as soon as possible to make sure we wouldn't fall down the rankings again.
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The Savior ~ A Loki x Reader story~
Summary: Loki's previous trip to earth as D.B Cooper was just a simple prank amongst brother; there was absolutely no hidden agenda behind it whatsoever; certainly was not a way for Loki to take a peek at his so called destined soulmate. Y/N has not had an easy life, and has been hurt by the world way too many times. Can she trust her destined soulmate, or is she too far gone to love and be loved? This story is full of love, heartbreak as well as whole lot of mischief and many talks about past abuse.
Chapter 9: one step forward
You had always fantasized about the day you finally got to escape Hydra. You had imagined a million different scenarios and circumstances. However, a Handsome god who also happened to be your soulmate taking over earth leading you to your path of escape and forced to join the avengers; was not something that had even crossed your mind. 
It still does not even feel real. Yet here you are following another handsome god to meet your soulmate that is imprisoned for trying to DESTROY EARTH.  Oh my god, your soulmate is evil.
He has killed over 80 people, destroyed many homes, allowed aliens to harm and torture hundreds of others. Your soulmate was evil, and here you where about to ignore that fact just for the possibility of someone to love you. 
Your soulmate was no different than the men who kept you and many others a prisoner for years; all for the greater good.
" Lady Y/N, is something wrong?" Thor asked when he noticed her footsteps diminishing. 
" My soulmate is evil."
" Lady...."
" I do not want to go anywhere near him."
" You just need to talk with him first, please"
" No, Thor I cannot, I can't" I said as I started shaking.
" Lady, Please!"
" She said NO." Bucky intervened.
" I know my brother has done some questionable choices, but please here him out I promise you that there is more to the story."
I looked at my cell mate , not knowing what to do. My heart really wanted me to get to know him, but my brain and body where screaming at me to run away. My cell mate was ready to take me away and was pleading for me to not go and talk to Loki. Then there was Thor who looked at me with so much hope that I could not bear to break.
" Okay..." I said hesitantly.
Thor looked relived.
" But, I need him with me." I said pointing at Bucky.
Thor widened his eyes and shook his head.
" Lady Y/N..."
" I won't be able to go through with it without him." I stated.
Thor simply nodded not wanting to push too hard. He just prayed that his brother will not react too negatively. 
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I could feel her near me. 
It has been about an hour since I have asked my brother to bring her to me.
It seems that he has succeeded, since I can feel her getting closer.
I could feel her energy all day, but it is getting much stronger. I could feel her fear and anxiety, I could also swear that I could hear her thoughts for a second.
I finally heard the doors open and when I looked up; I finally saw her!
This time I actually got to enjoy her beauty, she was the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in all the nine realms.
Her face was so captivating, her hair had this natural glow that followed her everywhere, and her body was....
Loki stop it! 
Have a god damn conversation with her first before starting to fantasize about her; especially since she definitely looked very uncomfortable and afraid.
He suddenly saw an arm on her shoulder squeezing her for re-assurance. An arm that belonged to the vial solider that he already hated with a pure passion.  
" What is he doing here? " 
" I go where she goes!" 
My blood boiled!
" How dare you? You mewling Midgardian."  I yelled, Instantly regretting it when I saw her flinch at my tone of voice and slowly going near the solider.
" Brother, calm down."
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to try and do just that.
" I apologize, I was just taken by surprise." I said directing my words to Y/N.
She nodded at me hesitantly.
" So, we are soulmates?" She asked in a quite voice.
" The universe has decided that, yes"
She rolled her eyes at my  reply.
" How have you not aged significantly?"
" Why did you attack earth?"
We both asked at the same time. 
" Ladies, first." I said with a smirk.
" Thank you, that's why you will answer my question." She said returning the smirk.
" I do not feel comfortable sharing this information with anyone, but you." 
" I won't be able to feel safe alone with you, until I know." 
It broke my heart, knowing that she had little trust in me. 
" Very well." I sighed. 
" For reasons I will not explain now, I had decided to take my own life..."
Y/N's eyes immediately widened at his confession. 
" However, my plan obviously failed and I found myself stuck with a very powerful creature named Thanos; he did a lot of things to increase the pain and anger that where within me."
Concern flashed across both Y/N and Thor's eyes.
" He then used the scepter  to enhance my anger even more.... I could only see red, and nothing else; until I saw you Y/n''
Y/N came closer to me until only the glass was between us.
" Thank you for explaining." she said with a small smile.
" So, why are you so young?"
Her smile immediately disappeared. 
" I.. I.. "  she stuttered. 
" I was experimented on by Hydra and they would freeze us A lot to preserve us for as long as possible."
I could feel my body shaking with anger at the new found information. I wanted to know more, I wanted to know the name of every person that dared to hurt her in any way so that I can get them and tear them limb from limb. However, I decided not to press on other details now as I could see her eyes glazing from tears that she was holding back.
" I am sorry that happened to you."
" It is not your fault." 
I looked away knowing that it was... I could have truly checked if she had died or not. I could have fought my father harder on the matter.. I could have protected her. 
" I think I have to leave now..." She said 
" So, soon?" 
" It was a long day.. I think I need to rest."
" Will you come again?" I asked hopefully
She nodded at me and smiled.
" Yes, I promise I will come to you as soon as I wake up tomorrow"
" I will be waiting"
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mermaidsirennikita · 2 years
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Ok I need more details please on this Duke of Lockwood/Nellie situation because damn those excerpts you posted were 🔥🔥! What’s their deal and what Joanna Shupe book(s) are they making prequel appearances in???
Sooooo
The Duke of Lockwood (Fuckwood) and Nellie appear in Joanna Shupe's Fifth Avenue Rebels series. So far, the series has two books--The Heiress Hunt (childhood friends to lovers) and The Lady Gets Lucky (sex lessons). I'm currently reading the third book in the series, The Bride Goes Rogue (unhappily arranged marriage/sex club hookup) though that doesn't come out until next month. Thus far, I'd recommend all three books--they range from "cute and fun" to "Jesus" and they're all very compulsively readable, though I'd say Lady Gets Lucky > The Heiress Hunt. Jury's out on The Bride Goes Rogue, but it may be a case of each book being better than the last, which is PROMISING.
I assuuuuume Lockwood/Nellie are going to be book 4, just because they are HEAVILY seeded in every book. The Duke of Lockwood is a poor duke who's come to Newport to find a rich bride. Nellie is a scandalous young lady who is known for basically sleeping around/having a scandalous reputation. She gives all of her friends sex tips in each book, it's very cute and sex positive and I love her.
In The Heiress Hunt, Lockwood gets engaged to the heroine before she has to break it off due to issues her actual hero causes. In Lady Gets Lucky, he courts the heroine until her hero causes other issues lol. He has been cucked TWICE thus far, and I'm sure he'll be cucked again, and he takes it like an ABSOLUTE CHAMP.
Which may be because he genuinely doesn't care... Or is it because... I ask... His heart already lies ELSEWHERE. Because there is nothing objectionable about Lockwood. All the other heroes are jealous of him, but he's classically handsome, super nice and polite... Just a bit icy. Remote. Something of a cold fish, perhaps. Which means he's probably FILTHY AS FUCK. Like, you read the Duke of Lockwood scenes, and if you've read romance novels before, you know he's gonna like, do some sexual choking or some shit.
And Nellie HAAAATES him. Why? We don't know. She won't elaborate. She's just like "there's more to him than you think, he's not as safe as he looks" and I'm like oh so he DESTROYED YOU. It's like a "one night of passion, he made me see the sweet baby Jesus, but alas, we cannot be" situation.
Also, in the excerpts I posted, they're at a sex party with masks and wigs and costumes. Duke of Lockwood, because he FUCKS HARD, is not masked or in costume. Nellie is. The hero and heroine of the book (who I do love also) just hooked up while wearing masks and didn't recognize each other... at all. Lockwood? Sees Nellie and IMMEDIATELY clocks that it's her. And he's pissed.
I doubt this book is coming out before fall of this year at the earliest, and I'm so.............. fucked up by it. Give me an ARC IMMEDIATELY Shupe!!! It's my one wish!!!!!
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charmspoint · 2 years
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The older I get the more complex the relationship between me and god and religion becomes.
I was raised christian but my parents were never overly religious, my dad doesn't seem to care one way or another and my mom mostly seems to care in terms of 'we should be doing this' rather than 'i want us to do this'. I did all the religious kids things I was supposed to do until i was done with them in high school and then i only went to church twice a year when my mom insisted we should go, after covid started not even that. And I grew up like, a street away from the church, with nuns as my neighbors, playing on their grounds on the regular. They were all normal people so existence of extreme christianity did catch me a bit off guard, like how some people believe that evolution doesn't exist. I remember asking one of the nuns 'How come God created the earth if big bang happened' and she was like 'well the God created the big bang' n i was like 'oh yes makes sense amen.'
It was so easy to take as a kid and so hard as an adult.
Someone else once compared the relationship christians have with god as the one a child has with an abusive parent and the more i think about it the more i think thats correct. Why else would you say god would hate you if you did this or that? Why else would you yell he will send you to hell if you did that or this? If you create a child are you not tasked to love it, are you not tasked with letting it come back home even if it has done wrong? If I don't love and worship god in the exact way he orders me to, he won't love me. If I don't go to church each sunday, if i don't confess my sins, if i dont pray to his name he will cast me away as something unlovable.
So, why should I love something that can't love me unless i submit to it?
Why should I respect something and guards tenderness behind gates of rituals and worship?
Why should I earn to be loved instead of just being loved?
I think of my actual parents and I think how they always said that they might not understand every choice i make or the life i choose, but they will always support be in the pursuit of my own happiness anyway.
And that is love.
Love doesn't ask for worship before giving care.
I don't know if i believe in god anymore. I know I don't really believe in life after death. As scary as it is, I believe that once you are gone you're just gone. I don't believe in heaven or hell but I believe in love and memory. After I die I hope people will read my stories and find love and sorrow in them all over again. I know my family will remember me, I believe imprints of me will be left everywhere I go, with anyone I touch. And when everyone who remembers me dies and my stories are no longer read that won't hurt because I will not be there to hurt.
I feel like there is so much emphasis on rituals and the outside in the christianity. What does it mean to live in a god honoring way? Is the lady i see praying in front of an 'pray against abortion' sign living in a god honoring way. Is living in a god honoring way going to church and following the bible and saying all the right words and then turning around and telling children they will go to hell because they love someone of the same gender. Is tell someone they are unlovable by god living in a god honoring way? Is it not more appropriate to live kindly? To take care of those around you, to help where you can, to be kind to animals and respect nature. Is that not closer to honoring god then showing up every sunday and praying to god to change something about your loved one because you do not know how to love them in the way they deserve.
I don't know. I don't feel like I believe in god enough to want to honor him anyway. I believe in love tho and it saddens me that the religion that promises to be so full of it cannot persuade me to stay because it weaves love in such a toxic way.
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hearts of roses; for harusoie 850 days
Everyday, a single stem of a rose is placed upon his lonely doorstep. Not once have I missed a day, and never will Iーa vow made and rooted in my heart. Thus a promise born from the moment I learned of the cursed prince.
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Everyday. Everyday, a single stem of a rose is placed upon his lonely doorstep. Not once have I missed a day, and never will Iーa vow made and rooted in my heart. Thus a promise born from the moment I learned of the cursed prince. "A miserable, fallen fellow with the blood of the late King in his veins," as the clique of old ladies in the kingdom would so describe him. Having been treated nearly as an outcast myself for years, I can share in His Highness's current status. Has anyone ever seen him? Met him? Talk to him? For people to spread falsities far and wide about someone they find rather eccentric is completely unacceptable (well, in my books, at least). To think the prince is the common subject of ridicule by his own people... Just what kind of a person is he? I ought to find out. Determined to perhaps make a new friend, I set straight my approach, and never have I been more grateful to be working at the local flower shop. Right before the sun shines from its night-long slumber would I rise, and pick the flower in fullest bloom from one of the shop's vases, in trade of a few small coins worth of my earnings for that particular day's shift. I don't earn much to begin with, but I don't mind. Especially if I could get myself someone to laugh with, talk about my problems with, and come home to, finally in turn. And so, as do every young soul alive, what used to be hopeful enthusiasm soon turned into anxiety. Then confusion. Then doubt. Then, almost very closely now, defeat. "A rose a day, attracts a friend my way," I repeatedly say? Is it just my wishful thinking? But the roses... All the roses I've offered for him are gone the following days... As if, he had actually accepted them? Or did I assume too far ahead?
Regardless, my mind is made. I never once saw his face. Nor heard his voice. Nor felt his presence nearby. But at least one of those has to change. Hence today, as I fulfill my promise towards the unrequited friendship I've become so loyal to yet again, I devise a scheme. From right out of the blue. Nothing big, just a foolish attempt on something I never really put much thought into. What... What if I wait a little longer? Up until now, immediately leaving the roses on the ground unattended has been the routine. But to have even only some of my questions answeredーit's at stake. I can't waste any of my options. I just can't. Besides, my first and (probably) last case of work tardiness is understandably forgivable, no? Placing thus the rose I'm holding so tightly in my hands that its thorny stem had grown quite warm, down on the ground leading directly into the palace, a deep breath escapes my lips. It's been so long. I refuse to count the total number of days I've subconsciously done all this. If anything, I won't be breathing my last breath withoutーat the very leastーphysically meeting the person I'm giving my favorite flowers to on a daily basis. If I don't meet the prince now, I don't think I'll ever be able to. "Hah..." In an instant, my eyes go round at the sound of the old, steel palace doors loudly opening like a painful screech. Pale, slender fingers protruding from a hunched and cloaked figure reach toward the rose laying on the ground. And for what seemed like only a quarter of a split second, my gaze finally meets with His. Hence, all becomes crystal clear. A case of long-term neglect it sure is; but the elegance of royalty in his delicate features cannot be denied. With unkempt, tousled hair as pink as the finest silk in the land, and shocked, tired eyes as purple and lonely as the starless expanse of twilight. The cursed prince. The most beautiful entity I ever laid my eyes upon. I let out a faint gasp in awe, "Y-Your Highneー" But life is cruel. Just as I open my mouth to graciously acknowledge His Majesty in my midst, the palace doors quickly shut with a scornful bang, leaving me cold and dusty from the impact of its sudden closure. I feel so conflicted. So alone. So devastated. "No... Please, come back..." I struggle to fight back the tears that threaten to taint my face with the emotions I've kept locked deeply within my heart for so long. Unable to bear the weight of the world on my shoulders, I ball both my fists and use them to pound against the palace doors, desperate for anyone to listen to my plea and let me in. I could care less about the stares, the whispers, the last judgement that society has declared upon me in that moment. All I ever wanted was a friend. And the only chance I had to make that come true, vanished before I could even fully understand it. Daysーno. Years of upholding the personal vows I made without any guarantee of a happy ending, all for what seems like naught. On my own accord, did I give my life purpose, and simultaneously did I break my heart a hundred times over.  I was so close. Maybe even too close. The cursed prince had no proper human interaction in a long, long time. He's bound to react extremely to my sudden interest. Being stuck in his castle, rotting away overtime with only the roses I keep sending him, as his company. He may have taken the flowers, but he could interpret my intentions differently too. That, I must clarify. So... I guess I just have to try again. And again. And again. For as many times as I need. Someday, maybe we'll be friends. Maybe when I no longer have to wait outside, I could directly gift him all the roses in his domicile. And maybe then, he'll learn how to accept me, the way I accept him. Someday, maybe. 
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1942 Pt1 - Kailee's Plan
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Spring was giving way to summer and Conifer Station was in full bloom. William had worked hard to renovate Pigulock Manor into a beautiful home for his family. When William, Knox and Hezekiah recieved their war summons their families came together to make things easier.
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Kailee and Anabelle quickly fell back into rhythm with each other. Kailee doing the cooking, Anabelle doing the gardening...Lizbeth drinking her orange juice and moping.
"Breakfast is almost ready, you want to gather the kids?" Kailee prodded her cousin.
"I suppose"
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"You know you're not the only one who's missing them."
"Yes, well at least you both only have one child to worry about."
"Two isn't that much harder and they're older. Plus you have Kailee and I here to help."
"Well I'm pregnant so three. And William's not even here for it."
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Despite the beautiful house they lived in, times were tough and Lizzie had no access to her husband's funds. Anabelle found comfort in the garden. It reminded her of the simpler days with Kye.
"Hi, Belle." Carleton had waddled out to greet her, his mother close on his heels.
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Anabelle stood to her feet, brushing the dirt from her dress as Kailee placed her hand on Carleton's head. "Carl, what did I say?"
"To wait."
"That's right. When mommy says wait, you need to listen"
"Mommy we water pants now?"
"Plants" She corrected and grabbed the water can.
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"So I'm planning a trip to Port Promise."
"What? Why?"
"We still have a house there. We did a lot to fix it up and it's not anywhere near ready to live in but...I need a project and something to feel close to Knox, like you with this garden."
"I think that's a great idea!"
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A few days later the ladies left the kids with a neighbor and took the ferry to Port Promise.
"This place looks so much better than the last time I saw it." "Are you kidding, this place is a dump and the air cannot be good for my baby"
"It still needs work but I have big plans"
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Anabelle led the way inside. "It looks so much better with the fresh paint and no garbage but why'd you keep this musty old bed?"
"It uh has sentimental value."
Anabelle quirked an eyebrow.
"We aren't all as confident as you and Kye doing it where everyone can hear okay!"
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Ugh gross, no one wants to hear about your dirty hobo woohoo. I'll be outside." They found her watching a couple dumpster divers. "How's the air out here treating you?"
"You have to be careful, vampires are attracted to pollution." Anabelle wiggled her fingers teasingly.
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"You can't actually be thinking of living here! Just think of Carleton!"
"I am! This was my home Lizzie-"
"Excuse me, would you happen to have money to spare"
"I don't, I'm so sorry."
"Thanks anyway"
"See! This is a horrible place."
"That woman was me 3 years ago."
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Kailee led them upstairs and Lizzie immediately balked at the fridge. "Ugh, I'm becoming more and more thankful that I have William and not someone like Knox."
"You're being incredibly rude."
"Don't act like you're not thinking it"
"Enough! There's still one more room."
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"I know this place is small and dirty. It won't be the home Knox wanted for us. Not without Knox. But this place needs help and I can give it. I want this to become a community space a place to help each other during this hard time. Teach women how to work and find jobs."
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"You want to teach women to work?"
"Why not? Someone needs to keep Evergreen running with our husbands gone."
"Well it shouldn't be us! Women should cook, clean and take care of the babies."
"But that's not reality and I want to do more with my life then wait around for Knox."
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Lizzie let it go after that but the tension between the women just continued to rise once they returned home. "We really need you to start pulling your weight around here."
"I'm literally creating life. And I will NOT get a job."
"Then help with the kids more so we can work."
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"You expect me to chase around 5 kids?"
"Do you think I want to do that silly voice acting for the radio? I'm doing it cause we need the money -"
Lizzie suddenly clutched her stomach. "I think...I think it's time!"
So the argument was put on hold to bring Blaine into the world.
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While the mother's struggled through their own drama, Stefan was walking unknowingly into some drama of his own. "Why are you sitting in front of our house?"
"Oh...I didn't know. I was just sitting."
Stefan sat across from the stranger. "I'm Stefan!"
"Kyler."
"Want to swing?"
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Kyler nodded and soon the boys were having a grand time and whatever Kyler had been worrying about seemed to have melted away.
"I can swing higher than you!"
"Fine but I bet I can beat you on the monkey bars!"
"Oh no my hands are too slippery."
"No excuses, I win!"
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Eventually Anabelle found them. "It's time to come in for dinner son. Who's this?" She looked at Kyler warily.
"This is Kyler from down the street."
"Oh ok well you should probably get back to your family. It's getting late. Say your goodbyes and come inside."
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Anabelle left and Kyler gave Stefan a playful shove. "What was that for?"
"It's just teasing. Cause we're friends now. Right?"
"Yes!" Stefan shoved him back. "Friends!"
Kyler grinned. "I'll come back tomorrow! See ya friend!" He gave Stefan another shove and they both laughed.
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Stefan went inside and Kyler raced across the street. He was excited to have met someone new and Stefan seemed so nice not like the other kids that were always around. He hoped they could be real friends. Maybe even best friends. Maybe he'd even introduce him to Nikolas.
1942 Pt2 - A Secret Shared
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cuhe · 2 years
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I was just quickly looking at something in Vanity Fair, and of all the passages I just read this bit, from Ch8 and oh my gosh its so helpful!
I didn't know what to think of Becky Sharp - she ellicit actual, like actual anger from me! I really despised her at times, but of course she's the main character! And I can see positive aspects of her, I do like how she's just like 'fuck you all', and considering how nasty some of the people she comes across are, it's like 'yeah go Becky, you get them!'. But then she's indiscriminate of who she walks all over and she hurts good people too... Reading this little excerpt which seems to demonstrates Thackeray's line 'novel without a hero' helps me understand yes, we're probably not meant to like Becky. (I have been deliberating my feelings on Miss Becky for over a year and still can't make up my mind 😂)
"Everything considered, I think it is quite as well for our dear Amelia Sedley, in Russell Square, that Miss Sharp and she are parted. Rebecca is a droll funny creature, to be sure; and those descriptions of the poor lady weeping for the loss of her beauty, and the gentleman "with hay-coloured whiskers and straw-coloured hair," are very smart, doubtless, and show a great knowledge of the world. That she might, when on her knees, have been thinking of something better than Miss Horrocks's ribbons, has possibly struck both of us. But my kind reader will please to remember that this history has "Vanity Fair" for a title, and that Vanity Fair is a very vain, wicked, foolish place, full of all sorts of humbugs and falsenesses and pretensions. And while the moralist, who is holding forth on the cover ( an accurate portrait of your humble servant), professes to wear neither gown nor bands, but only the very same long-eared livery in which his congregation is arrayed: yet, look you, one is bound to speak the truth as far as one knows it, whether one mounts a cap and bells or a shovel hat; and a deal of disagreeable matter must come out in the course of such an undertaking.
I have heard a brother of the story-telling trade, at Naples, preaching to a pack of good-for-nothing honest lazy fellows by the sea-shore, work himself up into such a rage and passion with some of the villains whose wicked deeds he was describing and inventing, that the audience could not resist it; and they and the poet together would burst out into a roar of oaths and execrations against the fictitious monster of the tale, so that the hat went round, and the bajocchi tumbled into it, in the midst of a perfect storm of sympathy.
At the little Paris theatres, on the other hand, you will not only hear the people yelling out "Ah gredin! Ah monstre:" and cursing the tyrant of the play from the boxes; but the actors themselves positively refuse to play the wicked parts, such as those of infames Anglais, brutal Cossacks, and what not, and prefer to appear at a smaller salary, in their real characters as loyal Frenchmen. I set the two stories one against the other, so that you may see that it is not from mere mercenary motives that the present performer is desirous to show up and trounce his villains; but because he has a sincere hatred of them, which he cannot keep down, and which must find a vent in suitable abuse and bad language.
I warn my "kyind friends," then, that I am going to tell a story of harrowing villainy and complicated—but, as I trust, intensely interesting—crime. My rascals are no milk-and-water rascals, I promise you. When we come to the proper places we won't spare fine language—No, no! But when we are going over the quiet country we must perforce be calm. A tempest in a slop-basin is absurd. We will reserve that sort of thing for the mighty ocean and the lonely midnight. The present Chapter is very mild. Others—But we will not anticipate THOSE.
And, as we bring our characters forward, I will ask leave, as a man and a brother, not only to introduce them, but occasionally to step down from the platform, and talk about them: if they are good and kindly, to love them and shake them by the hand: if they are silly, to laugh at them confidentially in the reader's sleeve: if they are wicked and heartless, to abuse them in the strongest terms which politeness admits of.
Otherwise you might fancy it was I who was sneering at the practice of devotion, which Miss Sharp finds so ridiculous; that it was I who laughed good-humouredly at the reeling old Silenus of a baronet—whereas the laughter comes from one who has no reverence except for prosperity, and no eye for anything beyond success. Such people there are living and flourishing in the world—Faithless, Hopeless, Charityless: let us have at them, dear friends, with might and main. Some there are, and very successful too, mere quacks and fools: and it was to combat and expose such as those, no doubt, that Laughter was made."
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romantichore-blog · 2 years
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ok but: limbo at castle dimitrescu
(was probably heisenberg's idea. laughed his ass off at alcina the entire time. moreau gets eliminated first because he can't really bend that way. daniela gets caught trying to use the flies to bend a little lower. donna is astonishingly good at it and offers no explanation, beats everyone without breaking a sweat. heisenberg fucks up his back and complains about it for weeks)
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Hii I was wondering if you could do a small blurb with Zayn where it’s maybe during his One D days. Inspired by the video of the fans breaking in through the back where Louis is sunbathing. Reader is maybe his girlfriend and they were both painting in the back when the fans found them. They might have been rude to her so Zayn defends her. Sorry if it doesn’t make sense and is too long. Much love x
this took FOREVER and i am so, so sorry, BUT here it is. i am not huge on one direction (+ this will likely be one of my only posts focusing on that time period), so i didn't know exactly what reference this was, but i hope you like it regardless! thank you for your request.
warnings: swearing/insults, not much else i think
enjoy!
requests r open and i promise ill actually get to them in a timely fashion!
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"do you think i should do a dark green here or mix it with the white?" you asked your boyfriend who was sitting next to you on a wooden stool.
it was a calm day and the boys had rented a beautiful villa for a week that zayn was kind enough to extend an invitation for. they'd gone out shopping and you and zayn stayed back, going into the city early in the morning to partake in some arts and crafts above the beach. you worked on a simple painting of trees over a lake while your counterpart worked on greece beneath you.
"i'm not sure, beauty. i think the sun looks to be coming from the left, so maybe light green there." he hummed, analyzing your painting before you.
"you're a visionary vision." you complimented, leaning forward to kiss his cheek and he grinned.
there were a few moments of peace between you, only soft compliments to the other before there was a loud slam that mase you jump and zayn stand.
"are the guys back?" you asked, standing behind zayn as he started to walk towards the sliding door.
"no, they said they wouldn't be back until late."
"this looks like harry's!" one screamed and both of you stiffened.
"fuck," zayn said and you put a hand on his shoulder. "stay out here."
"do you want me to call someone?"
"no, let's just see if i can get them out calmly, yeah?"
"they just broke in. there's nothing calm about this. what if they-"
"let me handle this, okay?" he turned to you and kissed you softly as you watched the two of them run all over and pick up dirty laundry.
zayn walked in and you kept your phone close, but allowed him to step in. when they saw him, their squeals were deafening. you felt uneasy about the whole thing and listened carefully.
"ladies, i'd absolutely hate to press-"
"zayn, oh my god!" one screeched and they jumped.
"ladies-"
"i told you that gold-digging girlfriend of his wouldn't be here!"
"excuse me!" zayn's voice boomed and they gained his attention once more. "i absolutely cannot allow you two to stay here, as it is highly inappropriate. i understand that you two are fans, but you are disregarding the safety of-"
"holy shit, it's y/n! what the fuck is she doing here?" one scoffed as you came into view and zayn snapped his head to look at you. "ew!"
"stupid bitch!" you didn't flinch at their words, it wasn't anything you hadn't heard before.
"since i have your attention, i'd like to ask you two to leave our villa unless i should call the authorities."
"we're here to see zayn and the boys, not you." one sneered childishly and zayn went to speak on your behalf, but you rubbed his back to stop him. the last thing he needed was bad press.
"okay, well you've seen zayn and he is not-"
"you don't speak for him, you freak! we've loved him way longer than you and you don't even deserve him. you're not better than him because you spend his money. as a matter of fact, you should just-"
"that's enough! enough!" he said in a tone he'd never taken with you in the years you'd known him. "you can get the fuck out of here or you can stay and wait for the authorities, but you won't talk shit about my girlfriend. you just won't."
you were just as shocked as them and zayn took your hand.
"baby, call the cops, please."
"no! n-no, that's so not necessary." one gasped and the other was already shaking in fear as you put in the emergency number.
"we're leaving. god, we're leaving."
you stood as close as you could as they scrambled away. once the door slammed, zayn took you into his arms and kissed your neck repeatedly.
"i'm sorry, z." you whispered and he shook his head.
"what they said- you know it wasn't true, right? you know i love you more than anything? and you are better than them because you're not a stalker."
you couldn't help but giggle before kissing him. "i love you, too. thank you for always protecting me."
"always, always."
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