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flashfuckingflesh · 2 years

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Night Terrors Are Not EVIL Enough. "While We Sleep" reviewed! (VMI Releasing/ DVD)

Night Terrors Are Not EVIL Enough. “While We Sleep” reviewed! (VMI Releasing/ DVD)

“While We Sleep” available on DVD home video at Amazon.com! Neurologist Nina Evanko is perplexed by the unusual CAT scans of 13-year-old Cora whose been suffering from sudden onset sleepwalking after her birthday party. Believing the CAT scan is going through calibration issue with imaging process, Nina orders another set of scans, but when the scans produce the same result and a death of…

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codchrist · 3 months

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Jacy & Thea smell that no aura from Lexis King thanks for the meme ladies

#WWE NXT #jacy jayne #Thea Hail #Lexis King

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breadnabreadd · 2 months

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✦ Tá, bora lá-

✦ I've decided to study a few of the brazilian folklore and tupi-guarani indigenous mythology because our culture is awesome and it needs more reconition, right?? Sooo... i find out about the brazilian gods of the tupi-guarani culture and I wanted to design/draw a few things about it-

By the way, small TW for nudity? It doesnt show anything but still.

✦ E OUTRA COISA! Pros meus manos BRs que entendem de mitologia eu peço por favor, POR FAVOR, se eu fiz alguma coisa de errado ou algo do tipo... POR FAVOR, ME CORRIGAM!! PODE TACAR LENHA-- 😭

✦ Guaraci and Jaci. Literally the sun and the moon gods.

And they are married by the way! The myth of the sun and the moon got many versions but I'm telling this version here:

In the beginning, everything was dark. Until a light started to shine. It was the King Star, our sun, starting to shine. The god Guaraci.

He bring light to everything and to every living being, but one day, he got tired and decided to close his eyes and everything got dark again. But then, a new deity was born, the moon who brought light to the night, the goddess Jaci.

The moon was just so beautiful and wonderful, that made the sun god himself fall in love with her. However, when he opened his eyes, the light of day returns and he can't see Jaci anymore. He got so heartbroken because he couldn't see his beloved that he decided to call for Rudá, the messenger of love god to him send the love letters made by Guaraci to Jaci and tell her how much the sun loves the moon.

And so Rudá did and in the end the moon fell in love with the sun and they got married and for Jaci dont feel lonely at night while everyone is at sleep, Guaraci made her the stars to keep her company.

✦ There is even a song that tells about this myth! However, it is on Portuguese and unfortinally there is no english subtitles BUT it is pretty much what I just told above. Here.

Theyaresocuteandimcrying😭😭

✦ But do you think I'm done?? Nope! I'm not.

There is also the god of underworld, the Anhangá.

✦ Anhangá is the god and ruler of the underworld and also protector of the animals. He is a shapeshifter but the form he uses the most is a white deer with red flaming eyes.

He takes care of all animals but some myths says that if you see him, it is not a good sign. He usually shows up to those two killed a baby animal or a pregnant female and he is going to... well. Do the move "one life for another" if you know what I mean-

✦ But anyway! This is it for today.

#artists on tumblr #art #digital art #tw nudity #guaraci #jaci #anhangá #Brazil #brazilian folklore #folclore brasileiro

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infernuscaelum · 6 months

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"Jestem zmęczony, szefie. Zmęczony wędrówką, samotnie jak jaskółka w deszczu. Zmęczony tym, że nigdy nie miałem przyjaciela, żeby powiedział mi skąd, gdzie i dlaczego idziemy. Głównie zmęczony tym, jacy ludzie są dla siebie. Zmęczony jestem bólem na świecie, który czuję i słyszę... Codziennie... Za dużo tego. To tak, jakbym miał w głowie kawałki szkła. Przez cały czas."

~Stephen King -Zielona Mila

#ludzie #smutno #zmęczenie #przyjaźń #deszcz #cytaty #cierpienie #samotność #miłość #nadzieja umiera ostatnia #smutne cytaty #night #life #cytat z książki

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smartycvnt · 7 months

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One Shot Character List

Pro Wrestling

Austin Theory

Becky Lynch

Charlotte Flair

Bayley

Rhea Ripley

Liv Morgan

Daniel Garcia

Chuck Taylor

Eddie Kingston

Jon Moxley

Seth Rollins

Adam Page

MJF

Mercedes Monet

El Phantasmo

Jay White

Mickie James

Sonya Deville

Jacy Jayne

Gigi Dolin

Isla Dawn

Alba Fyre

Tiffany Stratton

Fallon Henley

Adam Copeland

Christian Cage

Deonna Purrazzo

Toni Storm

Mariah May

Swerve Strickland

Resident Evil

Alex Wesker

Jill Valentine

Sheva Alomar

Rebecca Chambers

Mother Miranda

Claire Redfield

Ada Wong

Alcina Dimitrescu

Bela Dimitrescu

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Daniela Dimitrescu

Donna Beneviento

Carlos Oliveira

Jason Todd

Bruce Wayne

Harley Quinn

Nyssa al Ghul

Talia al Ghul

Selina Kyle

Diana Prince

Harley Quinn

Pamela Isley

Laurel Lance

Lena Luthor

Alex Danvers

Kate Kane

Marvel

Bobbi Morse

Dottie Underwood

Natasha Romanov

Peggy Carter

Carol Danvers

Melinda May

Kate Bishop

Laura Barton

Yelena Belova

SVU

Olivia Benson

Casey Novak

Alex Cabot

Amanda Rollins

Elizabeth Donnelly

Rafael Barba

House

Lisa Cuddy

Remy "Thirteen" Hadley

Gregory House

Horror

Sidney Prescott

Sam Carpenter

Tara Carpenter

Tatum Riley

Stu Macher

Tiffany Valentine

Nica! Chucky

Nadine Cross

Mandy Lane

Amanda Young

Video Games

Karlach

Shadowheart

La'zel

Astarion

Orin the Red

Abby Anderson

Lara Croft

Ellie Williams

Kassandra of Sparta

Deimos (as either Kassandra or Alexios)

Aspasia of Miletus

Grey's Anatomy (and the other shows)

Meredith Grey

Charlotte King

Lexie Grey

Arizona Robbins

Addison Montgomery

Jo Wilson

Amelia Shepherd

Maya Bishop

Carina DeLuca

Izzie Stevens

Callie Torres

Mark Sloan

Percy Jackson (movies only)

Clarisse la Rue

Annabeth Chase

Criminal Minds

Emily Prentiss

Derek Morgan

Jennifer Jareau

Aaron Hotchner

Ashley Seaver

Tara Lewis

Alex Blake

Elle Greenaway

Penelope Garcia

Game of Thrones

Brienne of Tarth

Margaery Tyrell

Sansa Stark

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

Larissa Weems

Morticia Addams

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Castiel

Rowena Macleod

Bela Talbot

Jody Mills

Donna Hanscum

Charlie Bradbury

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kiraxcute · 1 year

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The official WWE 2k23 roster!!!! @atiny-angel @swifteforeverandalways @sargentbarxes @imswitchbabemox @the-iridescent-phoenix @ozzypawsbone-princeofbarkness @askauradonprep @retro-rezz-the-est @nonbinarylovaticesposito @ava-valerie @mrragersrevenge96

AJ Styles

Akira Tozawa

Alba Fyre

Alexa Bliss

Aliyah

André the Giant

Angel Garza

Angelo Dawkins

Apollo Crews

Asuka

Austin Theory

Axiom

Batista

Bayley

Becky Lynch

Beth Phoenix

Bianca Belair

Big Boss Man

Big E

Bobby Lashley

Boogeyman

Booker T

Braun Strowman

Bret "The Hit Man" Hart

Brie Bella

British Bulldog

Brock Lesnar

Bron Breakker

Bruno Sammartino

Brutus Creed

Butch

Cactus Jack

Cameron Grimes

Carmella

Carmelo Hayes

Cedric Alexander

Chad Gable

Charlotte Flair

Chyna

Cody Rhodes

Commander Azeez

Cora Jade

Cruz Del Toro

Dakota Kai

Damian Priest

Dana Brooke

Dexter Lumis

Diesel

DOINK

Dolph Ziggler

Dominik Mysterio

Doudrop

Drew Gulak

Drew McIntyre

Eddie Guerrero

Edge

Elias

Eric Bischoff

Erik

Ezekiel

Faarooq

Giovanni Vinci

Finn Bálor

Gigi Dolin

Goldberg

Grayson Waller

Happy Corbin

Hollywood Hogan

Hulk Hogan

Humberto Carillo

The Hurricane

Ilja Dragunov

Indi Hartwell

IYO SKY

Ivar

Jacy Jayne

Jake “The Snake” Roberts

JD McDonagh

Jerry "The King" Lawler

Jey Uso

Jim "The Anvil" Neidhart

Jimmy Uso

Jinder Mahal

Joaquin Wilde

JBL

John Cena

Julius Creed

Kane

Karrion Kross

Katana Chance

Kayden Carter

Kevin Nash

Kevin Owens

Kofi Kingston

Kurt Angle

LA Knight

Lacey Evans

Liv Morgan

Lita

Logan Paul

Ludwig Kaiser

MACE

“Macho Man” Randy Savage

Madcap Moss

Mansoor

Matt Riddle

Maryse

Molly Holly

Montez Ford

Mr. McMahon

Mustafa Ali

MVP

Natalya

Nikki A.S.H.

Nikki Bella

Nikkita Lyons

Noam Dar

Omos

Otis

Queen Zelina

Randy Orton

Raquel Rodriguez

Razor Ramon

Reggie

Rey Mysterio

Rhea Ripley

Rick Boogs

Ricochet

Ridge Holland

Rikishi

Rob Van Dam

Robert Roode

Roman Reigns

Ronda Rousey

Rowdy Roddy Piper

Roxanne Perez

R-Truth

Sami Zayn

Santos Escobar

Scarlett

Scott Hall

Seth Rollins

Shane McMahon

Shanky

Shawn Michaels

Shayna Bazler

Sheamus

Shelton Benjamin

Shinsuke Nakamura

Shotzi

Solo Sikoa

Sonya Deville

Stacy Keibler

“Stone Cold” Steve Austin

Stephanie McMahon

Syxx

Tamina

T-BAR

Ted DiBiase

The Miz

The Rock

Titus O’Neil

Tommaso Ciampa

Triple H

Trish Stratus

Tyler Bate

Ultimate Warrior

Umaga

Undertaker

Vader

Veer Mahaan

GUNTHER

Wes Lee

Xavier Woods

Xia Li

X-Pac

Yokozuna

Zoey Stark

Johnny Gargano has been confirmed but was not on the roster reveal for some reason

Bad Bunny will be the pre order bonus and later his pack will be available for DLC for those who did not pre order

Bray Wyatt, Tegan Nox, Candice LeRae, Hit Row and many other are rumored for future DLC

#wwe #wwe 2k23

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notyour-valentine · 7 months

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A Fair Exchange L ~ Aemond Targaryen x Reader/OC (Angst)

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Summary: We shall have to see how they settle in

Warning: bullying, blood, mention and threat of violence and death, mutilation, mention of torture and death, childbirth, injury, misogyny. Expect canon conforming tone and language. (18/21+)

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Previously

Part L

Not even the soothing rhythm of the incoming waves, breaking just below, was enough to rock her restless mind to something at least resembling a sense of calm.

Usually, the waves brought her comfort and washed away her fear. It did help, just not how she was used to it. There was still an undercurrent of fear, of doubt, of worry, just below the surface that no high sea could cleanse from her, and no dragonfire could purge.

The war, she thought. It was only natural to be nervous in war, to fear the morning and the reports it could bring, to feel someone’s stomach flutter at the mention of battle and the risk and uncertainty that came with it.

But it wasn’t the war. If it had been she would have seen ships in her mind, would hear the bastardisation of Valyrian in the tongues of the Free Cities or even dread the sands of Dorne.

Her mind though was made restless in the absence of tasks she had forced to occupy both body and mind. Now there was no Jaehaera to soothe, no Luke to comfort, no Aemond.

She had relied on him, had to rely on him for all of their survival, and now in his absence her subconscious searched for him and the minimum of comfort and security his presence had provided her, the only sense of security for so long.

But he was gone now, back in King’s Landing, and she was home. So there was no reason for her mind to travel to him.

The twist of the handle alerted her of an incoming visitor before the door swung open.

She sat up but when she saw it was her twin, she sank back down against the pillows.

“Jacie!”, Viserys cooed from his place on the carpet where he had been playing with his toys.

“What are you playing, huh?”, he asked as he crouched down beside him, picking up a carved elephant and moving it around.

For a while she watched them play. They could not have looked more different if they tried, Jace with his dark eyes and hair, Viserys with his silver hair and the eyes of Old Valyria.

Quickly Jace’s elephants had helped build a fort or tear it down - she wasn’t entirely sure of the matter - and he got up, sitting down the edge of her bed next to where she had her feet resting upon a blanket.

“How are you feeling?”, he asked, fishing for her hand.

“Tired.”, she complained, a hint of accusation in her tone.

“We’re not letting you have any more.”, he said sharply, his face turning to stone. Luke had tattled about the amount of Sweetsleep it needed for her to truly go to sleep, and the amount had horrified the Maester. No more. Not for her, not for at least another five years.

And since she could not sleep without dreaming or thinking of Dorne and all the horrors it had brought, she scarcely slept through the night, unless she was with Tyseleys. But those dreams left her tired too, as if she had never slept at all.

When Jace asked her, his voice was hushed as if he was sharing a terrible secret. Maybe he was. Maybe it was horrible, horrible and wrong and bad. She did it all the same.

“Yes.”, she confirmed. “I flew along the coast, almost down to the Stepstones. Then Viserys woke me.”

“Tyseleys flew.”, Jace corrected. When she had presented it as her deed he had flinched. To him, it was still a blend of the two fo them, as he couldn’t fully accept that it was her acting, her doing, her choosing where he went and what he did.

“Jace…”, she began.

“Don’t. I know, I just…”, he shook his head, sighing deeply. “I don’t know what to say or do.”

This was yet another of the many things causing him turmoil, and she hated the fact that it was of her doing, if accidental.

“Daemon says its a power we should harness.”

“Which is why you shouldn’t talk to Daemon about it!”, he hissed. “It’s all he wants, war and glory and fire and blood.”

“We are Targaryens, Jace. It’s who we are, besides, we have a Kingdom to defend. Mother’s kingdom, and then yours or have you forgotten?”

“No.”, he hissed. “But I will not have you risking yourself.”

His voice broke as he inched closer.

“I only just got you back. And after everything-”

Once more he broke off and shook his head, unable to force his tongue to form the words his mind wasn’t yet ready to accept.

She knew he struggled with the fact that they had not known Dorne would side with the Free Cities, had no idea of the risk they had all been placed in, and wouldn’t have been able to help them in their trials.

While Dorne’s betrayal only fueled Daemon’s deadly fire, and Rhaenys’ too, it ate at Jace and their mother’s conscience, the potential of all that could have happened hanging over them like a sword.

She had known it form the moment she had set her gaze back on them, and had carefully chosen her words, leaving out much and more of their tale.

How could she tell her brother, who was good and kind and preparing to be a benevolent king one day of the man in the streets of Sunspear who lay dead for the crime of being concerned for the peace in his street, slain by Aemond for her sake.

How could she confess to her mother that she had driven a knife of her own into the stomach of some unsuspecting guard, had felt his blood warm on the skin of the same hands that now bathed and caressed her little brothers?

And the play - she had not even told Luke he had been depicted as little more than a babe to the maiden that was savaged by the beast they had made Aemond out to be. How could she turn to Daemon and tell him of the pain their lie, their scheme had caused not just him but her too?

She simply could not tell them, could not stand the thought of them knowing and treating her differently, accordingly. And so she could not share it with them, her doubt, her fear, the content of her nightmares. Only Aemond knew, she thought. He was the only one who knew what she had done, but now he was in King’s Landing.

Maybe that was a mercy, since now she did not have to debate of whether to turn to him or not. She shouldn’t, that she knew, but a part of her yearned to share her burden or at least speak of it.

Sometimes, when she thought of Dorne, she simply did not have the words, not for her deeds, not for her feelings.

So she kept them to herself, from Jace, Baela and Rhaena, from her mother and Daemon, even from Luke.

But what her brother did know, he told freely, and in great detail. It seemed easier for him, to open the flood gates to their experience, as he described in detail how they snuck into Planky Town, how the skill of dice and the loss of jewelry gave them coin and information.

That had even earned him praise from Corlys and Daemon, how they had stolen the ship and sailed it all around - which had gotten him more praise from his Velaryon grandfather, Baela and sweet Rhaena.

Rightful praise it was, and still it sounded cruel to her ears.

They had killed to get to Planky Town. They had killed to get the boat. The blood was on her hands, and on Aemond’s, staining them forever in a pact of silence for as long as only they knew, as long as their hands held the taint and their souls bore the weight, Luke’s was lighter.

She would not let her brother blame himself for what they had to do. It was her burden, as the elder, and Aemond’s too. During their escape they had shared it, but now she was all alone, with no one to share her truth with.

If she told Jace, he would tell Luke. If she told Baela, Rhaena would know soon enough and it would get back to him. Mother would treat her differently, Daemon would too.

Perhaps Daemon would even praise her, but she did not wish for praise. She did not feel deserving of it.

Survival was not an accomplishment, it was the bare minimum they had lied, cheated and murdered for.

She told them what they had to know, of the Dornish Lords and Ladies, their attendance at the feasts and their behaviour, of the ships in the harbour and the sailor’s talk. She told them of Criston’s hand too, but not of his iron grip and cruel words. Repeating them would only breathe life into them more, and it would have caused Rhaena greater pain.

One day she would see him dead for what he did to her sister, for what he had promised yet to do.

Funny how the weight of the taken lives weighed so heavy and yet the desire for one more burned as brightly as the midday sun on the open bay. For him she would feel not an ounce of guilt, of that she was convinced.

“Have you tried exercise before sleep?”, Jace asked. “It helps, I hear. If you are exhausted I mean.”

She huffed, unable to hide her apathy. She could try swimming; she had once enjoyed the sweet ache of strained muscles while letting her body bake in the sun after, but now the seawater tasted of desperation and fear, and the doubt of whether she would get herself and Aemond to the ship safely.

It was the same sea, after all.

But she wouldn’t run circles around the dining table to achieve the same goal.

Jace noted the disinterest in her gaze, blushed bright red and looked at his lap.

“I’ve not seen Alyn around much.”, he said, shifting in his own discomfort.

“He’ll be at the docks, with Addam.”, she said. That was where he always was. That man was half sea, half merman, if anything. There was saltwater in his veins, as much as blood. If not more since what little blood he had was laced with that of House Velaryon.

He was made for the salt, the sea, the sands, preferring the comfort of seagulls and waves to most men. If Jace wanted to look for him, he would find him there.

“Around you, I mean.”, he said, his brow raised.

“Oh.”, she said, blinking. “Well…It’s been busy.”

She had returned, had revelled in the embrace of her mother, her siblings - finding comfort in their arms and presence, feeling cleansed by their closeness. How she had missed them.

She had missed Alyn too. She remembered missing him, thinking of him, of his touch, the never-ceasing calm that radiated from him, his skill and courage.

She had missed him, yes, but after she had returned, she hadn’t felt the need to seek him out. She hadn’t thought of him at all, now that he mentioned it.

“Perhaps someone could ease your troubles. Alyn, or someone else.”

He choked the words out in such an ungallant way, she had to take a moment to understand his meaning.

Did her brother, her twin, her Prince, really want her to take a paramour? Was he asking her to? Telling her to? Allowing her to?

He glanced at her, saw her surprise and quickly looked away.

“It’s just a suggestion.”, he mumbled. “It doesn’t mean Alyn, or someone else. Or in that way. A companion, maybe.”

She scoffed once more.

“I don’t want anyone, Jace. I just want-”

In truth, she didn’t really know what she wanted, or who, or if she wanted anything.

Perhaps she should just get up, walk out to Tyseleys and fly to the end of the world. There would be no war there, no sins waiting to be discovered, no emptiness in her heart.

But there would be no home there, no family, and she could never abandon them.

“I’ll fly out tomorrow.”, she said. “Daemon will take me.”

“No.”, Jace said, alert as if she had struck him.

“What?”

“Not you. And certainly not with Daemon.”

“Jace-”

“No!”

He jumped to his feet, hands coiled into fists.

She sat up in her bed, glaring at him.

For a few moments, their eyes met in a fiery stalemate. They were too much alike not to notice the flames in the other’s gaze. They were twins after all, created, formed and birthed together.

“I will not wait out this war.”, she said.

“No one is asking you to. But there is no need for you to put yourself at risk.”, he argued.

“Tyseleys is our third-strongest dragon.”

“But he does not know war. You do not know war!”, he argued, trying his hardest to keep his voice down to prevent Viserys from hearing it.

I know killing, she thought. I know death and fear and desperation.

By all she had heard of war, that seemed to cover it just fine.

“Our father did not know war before the Stepstones and Seasmoke was a third the size of Tyseleys.”, she reminded him. Back then Rhaenys and Daemon had instructed him. Now they would instruct her.

“That was different.”, Jace mumbled.

“Why?”, she snapped.

“You know why.”

“Why?”, she hissed again.

Say it, she dared, fire rising inside her. Say it coward!

“Because you’re a girl.”

She snarled under her breath.

Rhaenys was a woman and she yet fought. Her mother was a woman and she was a Queen.

“Is Vhagar any more deadly when ridden by a man?”, she asked. “Is Meleys any less under our Grandmother?”

Her brother’s cheeks flushed red.

“You know what I mean.”

She took a deep breath and got to her feet.

“I know you are trying to protect me.”, she admitted. “As my brother, as my elder. But Jace, you will be King one day and now you are the heir.”

Older than me, more important than me.

She reached out and took his hand.

“I may be yours to protect as your sister. But you are mine to protect as my Prince.”

If she were a brother, it would be expected that she fought at his side and for his honour, to kill for him, to die for him.

She would not refuse that very same duty for him, or her mother, on account of being born a woman. Besides, before she was a girl, before she was anything, she was a dragonrider.

The turn of his head was so fast, he caught glilpses of his own silver hair before his blade cracked down.

He heard the splinter of wood, the curse of his opponent, and the shifting of ground as he had to take a knee under the force of his blow.

But there was no time for victory, and any semblance of glee would have been useless.

While the man was still down, he had already sidestepped him, further back.

In this, in all things, knowledge was key, the terrible certainty that led to the rightful implementation of force.

He knew his sparring partners weren't bold enough to strike him with their full force, much to his dismay, but they were men and as such yearned for victory and triumph as much as any.

And they would be fools if they did not try to exploit the weakness that was his lost eye and so keeping his opponents in front of him, in his line of vision was paramount.

It was easier to defend than attack against multiple opponents, and yet he felt the surge of need run through his veins.

He wanted it. He wanted the cracking of wood, the hiss of the practice sword in the air, the grunts and curses of his opponents when he brought it down.

No, in truth he wanted something else. He wanted to exchange his practice sword for a real blade, wanted to switch the sands for the skies. He wanted to fulfil his duty, his destiny. He wanted fire and blood.

What else was he training for? Aemond Targaryen was not meant to be a tourney knight, nor did the idea of a melee appeal to him, especially not if it was done to entertain.

Was he not a Targaryen? A dragonrider? Keeper of the largest dragon in the world? If not him, who was destined for battle, who then?

He wanted blood, glory, fire and blood. He wanted fear in his enemies, and respect in the eyes of his kin. No prize money could ever compare. And no one would place him on the sidelines.

He would not sit idly in the Red Keep - as insurance - while others did his fighting for him.

Others like the foolish little Strong Boys and their wretched cousin who were not only younger than he was but had dragons Vhagar could devour in a bite. Others like her.

Once more they were given what he was being denied, another birthright taken from him. A solemn duty he wished to fulfil more than any oath.

His grandsire had answered his demands with talk of politics and strategy beyond the battlefield. Never had he looked older to Aemond, and he thought him as foolish as his father.

The Free Cities did not attack Westeros for gold or glory. They did so because they thought the House of the Dragon vulnerable, aiming only to strike and smite them. And in their absence, they proved them right. The only House Targaryen that seemed to matter, that seemed to prove their worth was that of Dragonstone, not King’s Landing.

Any victory would be theirs, and by that any claim.

“I yield!”

The soldier’s voice made him slow his movements. He was on his knees, cowering under a shield that Aemond had rained blows upon.

It wasn’t the sound that had startled him but the audacity of the one that had spoken.

Still, he lowered his sword, glaring at him through squinted eyes.

“You yield?”, he sneered. “Pray tell, what happens on the battlefield if you yield?”

He did not wait to hear the completion of the stammered answer, instead giving the shield a final kick, turning and throwing his practice blade into the dirt.

It wasn’t like him to treat the instruments of his education so carelessly, but what did it matter when he ought to have real steel in his hands?

No greater fool than the one who has war at his doorsteps and raises the practice sword, Aemond thought as he stormed over to the water barrel.

No greater the fool than one who yields to a dragon.

And he was a dragon. His silver hair and violet eye bore testament to it in the reflection of the water. And yet they would have him sit out the war, just like Aegon too. Sit out and wait, cowering in a castle while boys and women did their fighting, defended the Kingdom for them.

The shame burned as brightly as his anger.

To his side he could glance up to the balcony where a few courtiers were watching. Aemond had never been one to seek to charm the women of the court. That had been Aegon’s pursuit, always clinging to the skirts of some lady, some merchant’s wife or new widow. He had a talent for those especially.

Aemond had never sought them out for his own gains, had kept his distance. What point was there in anything but courtesy if he would one day marry for an alliance anyhow?

He had taken care never to offend, never to overstep his bounds, but had never chased either. He was no dancer, did not gamble and did not collect favours for tourneys.

While he knew the ladies of the court, he knew them by houses, parents, names, and occasionally by brothers he bested on the sands.

That had made him, at least for a time, a curiosity, the absence of deeper conversation creating intrigue around him, or him being a Prince. That was natural to draw attention, eh thought, one he did not care enough about to weigh.

But the looks had shifted since his return, since Dorne and the war.

They watched now, with more caution than curiosity, and yet it was both overshadowed with the morbid fascination of the unknown. He was not deaf to the whispers.

“Would he?”, “Could he?” And above all “Did he?” There had been too many tales, too many rumours and conflicting half-truths and baseless lies, Aemond could not hope to count them.

When he had been younger, more foolish even, he had questioned the origin of the stares. Did they watch a prince? A warrior? Or a beast with one eye?

Now one could ask the same question, but he didn’t.

And so Aemond Targaryen turned, staring right up the flock of women who had been watching and whispering, some intrigued, some frightened.

His unapologetic stare sent them fluttering away like frightened hens. Some had the courtesy to look embarrassed, but Aemond didn’t care.

Let them whisper, he thought, even as the memory of the play filled him with hatred. Let them stare and mumble and spread their lies. I am a dragon. No lesser being could ever hope to understand him, to be worthy of him. No lesser being ever mattered.

And he was a dragon, chained now by duty and obligation, but a dragon still.

There was a bond, he thought, between those that had the blood of the dragon and those that didn’t, a silent understanding even if it was weighed down by grievances and resentment, a trust in a way.

He remembered something she had said to him, back in Dorne, when she had been as frightened as she had been determined to ensure their survival.

Dragons in a pit of snakes. They had escaped the snakes but now he was surrounded by sheep.

After washing, he went into the evercool halls of the library, the smell of old leather and worn parchment filling his nose.

Of all the places in the Red Keep that were not shaped by Vhagar, this had been his favourite. As a young student, he had had trouble with the work, but his determination had made him a scholar, surpassing all the others in his pursuit and thirst of knowledge.

He could name all dragons that had been born since the Doom, could list the riders of each, could name all the Houses that had ruled Valyria before it, and the battles they fought.

And he knew where to find it in the library.

King Aegon’s reign was diligently documented. Aemond’s attention had been captured by his campaigns much less than the retellings of court, and so he knew of the wrath of the dragon and it’s end.

But now he searched for court documents detailing the arrival of the Dornish delegation, their names and houses, the aftermath of their arrival -

King Aegon left for Dragonstone alone, preferring solitude above the presence of his sister Visenya -

He had left then, to be alone, to think. And whatever he had decided, whatever he had finally told her with just the two of them and their dragons present had left her in a fury.

Why the dragons if not to ensure no one else would hear? What did he have to tell Visenya that alerted such suspicion?

And in one report, after the Queen had stormed off, Aegon had to call after her, reminding her he was ordering her as “King”. As brother he had no ground.

The letter was burned, there was no record of the conversation they had beyond that. It was like a piece of history was missing, the decisive cause of Aegon’s behaviour, Visenya’s rage and the end of the Wrath of the Dragon.

And she had given him a piece, had she not? Trembling and shaking and stumbling over her words, her hands gripped tightly and her eye wide with terror. She had given him a piece to fill this gap. And it would fit.

Rhaenys alive, used as a bargaining chip against King Aegon. She was the hostage they needed, the only one that despite Visenya’s wrath would stop her from scorching the earth.

If they had ensured her safety in exchange for peace, both her siblings would have obeyed.

But she had not seen safety. She had seen a woman marked and marred and hurt.

Once more, Aemond thought, the Dornish had broken their word. If only Visenya had burned Hellholt to the ground. A death in fire was a far gentler fate than a life of torture.

The Dornish would feel the dragon’s wrath, he thought, his wrath for their betrayal, and that of Aegon. Was he not of the blood of Rhaenys as much as he was of the blood of the conqueror?

But wile he found certainty with Rhaenys, he found nothing of the sort when it came to the other matter he researched.

Any story, tale or song that was dragonless had never interested him, and so the tales of the First Men were foreign to him. His research did little to intrigue him.

There were no accounts, no trials and detailed works, rather washerwomen’s tales and children’s stories, of growing pelts in the light of the moon, of fangs breaking forth and the like.

She had not grown fangs, or scales in her case. Her arms hadn’t given way to wings, and her soft breathing had not come with the heat of fire.

But she had become a dragon. Her mind had escaped her body, or moved beyond it.

She had done as she had described it to him. In her dreams, she had moved into Tyseleys, had become one with him and flown him to Storm’s End.

And yet Aemond had found little on sleep, the one certainty she had.

There were fragments of tales from beyond the wall, where the skinchangers lived in caves, or sometimes the Children of the Forrest, where they would hibernate beneath the earth like bears only to return with the gift.

Others spoke of eyes tied shut, and there was one report of eastern skinchangers who took fire to their own eyes in hope of gaining the same skill.

She had lost her eye, same as he did, but unlike her, she had taken it herself. Was that what decided it? That she had raised her hand against herself? Had she by accident replicated an ancient ritual?

Or was she simply victim of the ‘curse’ northern washerwomen warned about. It could not have been a bite, that much Aemond knew. If Tyseleys had bitten her, there wouldn’t be any body left to leave.

But in all the writings he devoured, there was no certainty that compared to what he had seen, and what she had shown him. Somehow, inexplicably, maybe, but somehow she had done it.

And if the writings were in even the slightest way reliable, she could do it at will if she put her mind to it. No need to poison her body with Sweetsleep, and if he knew his Uncle at all, he wouldn’t shy away from that for a short-term advantage.

Aemond had no way of informing her of his findings, and even less knowing if she even wanted to hear from him, but still he found himself transcribing what could eventually prove useful, to her at least, if he ever got the chance to speak to her again.

Perhaps he could simply steal a raven and send it to Dragonstone, to ease her uncertainty and remove her false reliance on the potion. Or one day she may drink too much.

It was so late it was nearly early when Aemond left the sept, finding the courtyard deserted, and the moon shining above, and so the voice calling out to him was a surprise.

“My Prince.”, Cole said as he saw him.

Aemond stopped to look at him, finding a soft smile on his face.

“I have just finished my duty at the Queen’s side. Would you care to join me for my nightly prayers?”

Aemond did not, but he found himself following the knight into the Sept.

At this hour it had been left entirely to the seven statues, each standing on one side of the seven-pointed building, and the light of candles.

Aemond watched Cole light a candle to the warrior, and kneel before him. His mother believed in these Gods. Helaena rolled her eyes at them and Aegon believed in them for their mother’s sake. He was more sure of their faith than of his own at this point, and so he kept standing, watching Cole at prayer.

After a near eternity, he rose.

“Do you know why the Gods have their names?”, he asked.

“Names?”

He tilted his head from side to side. “Why the Warrior is called the Warrior, why the Smith is called the Smith, while the Father is called the Father.”

Aemond shook his head.

“They represent virtues more than the names they were given. The Smith is diligent. The Maiden is kind. The Crone is wise and patient. The Warrior is brave. It is his not to command but to protect and serve.”

His eye wandered around the Sept, looking at the statues. They looked different to him now, less…godly. The nose of the crone looked like a carrot, the father’s left hand was longer than the right, the Smith’s one leg looked like it would be unable to balance the weight placed upon it.

“The Father too, to guide and judge, he does not wield a sword and yet he provides for all his children.”

“A father is meant to protect them too.”, Aemond reminded Cole. “You cannot provide if you cannot protect.”

“Like you protected Jaehaera?”, Cole wanted to know.

His head snapped around to look at the knight who made a point of not meeting his gaze, as if this was something easily and casually said. But Aemond knew better, and so he did not answer.

If Cole wanted something from him, he would have to choose a more direct approach.

“Everyone is most grateful for what you did, my Prince.”, Cole said. “The circumstances were most extraordinary, most unique and unexpected. To ensure not just your survival, and that of the Princes, but also that of the…others.”

There it was again, Aemond thought, inhaling sharply. Why everyone was so keen to lump her with the others was beyond him.

They had no way of being certain but surely they were all smart enough to know that the only way they made it out of Dorne was together.

Granted, Aemond had limited his accounts to Lords and Houses, to ships and places.

“Your other niece too.”

“What of her?”, Aemond snapped, shifting on his feet.

“It is highly commendable of you not to rid yourself of the strain of her and her brother, especially after the trouble they caused you. And the dishonour.”

Aemond almost scoffed. Dishonour, yes. He had been innocent of that once, but now…he didn’t know what to think of it or make of it, or anything really, apart from the fact that of all things, this was the one he did not regret, could not regret, despite what any code of honour, chivalry, law or faith taught him.

“You’ve shown great honour and loyalty, my Prince.”, Cole said. “The kind we need, the kind that is scarce in this sinful world.”

Aemond just looked at him, Cole’s face unreadable, apart from blatant determination and a maddening gleam to his eyes.

“The kind that is worthy of a knighthood.”, Cole said, stepping closer to him. “Granted, a mere knight stands beneath a Prince, but Princes are born. Knighthoods are earned.”

Aemond inhaled sharply at his words. What better way to prove his worth by earning what cannot be given by birth? A knighthood was no little feat. It was an honour men fought for, some died for.

“If you take the oath, it will be my honour to knight you.”, Cole offered.

The oath, Aemond knew it well. It was one of obedience to the Gods, to the King, to chivalry and duty and honour, an oath to uphold the faith and the rule of law. All things, Aemond thought, that seemed void of any noble calling to him now.

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Welcome to Fight Forever HQ. We’re a Tumblr Based Wrestling RPG. We Are A Non AU Wrestling Group. You portray your characters HOWEVER YOU WANT.It’s important to make connections and make sure to keep a balance between work and play. Original Characters are also welcomed! You Must Be 21+ to apply.

our main goal is a SAFE and inclusive environment for character development , we have some exciting events on the horizon including actives, memes and so much more!

Most Wanted: Mercedes Mone, Seth Rollins, Liv Morgan, Anna Jay, Alexa Bliss, Cody Rhodes, Dakota Kai, Hook, Daniel Garcia, Jay White, Toni Storm, Bayley, Jamie Hayter, Adam Cole, Wardlow, Jade Cargill, Kris Statlander, Ricky Starks, Dominik Mysterio, Finn Balor, Damian Preist, Bron Breakker, Grayson Waller, Gigi Dolin, Jacy Jayne, Roxanne Perez, Wheeler Yuta, Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso, Kenny Omega, Arianna Grace, Jazmyn Nxy, Michin, Ava, Jack Perry, Maxxine Dupri, La Knight, Bianca Belair, Scarlett, Karrion Kross, Malakai Black, Buddy Matthews, Brody King, Carmelo Hayes, David Finlay, Trick Williams, Kyle Fletcher, Christian Cage, Adam Copeland, Sami Zayn, Tatum Paxley, Max Caster, EL Phantasmo, Gabe Kidd, Clark Connors, Iyo Sky, Carmella, Corey Graves,Karmen Petrovic,Samantha Irvin,Lash Legend, Kelani Jordan, Claudio Castagnoli, Randy Orton, John Cena, Juice Robinson, CJ Perry, Matt Jackson, Nick Jackson, Orange Cassidy, Chelsea Green, Kip Sabian, Penelope Ford, Auska.

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Full Gear HQ is a NEW Discord based, BEHIND THE SCENES roleplay server. Focusing on the behind the scenes action that happens behind the closed doors of all your favorite global companies.

* Group oriented roleplay

* Friendly and knowledgeable staff as well as writers always looking to discuss wrestling and plot

* most muses available

This is NOT an E-Fed. We will NOT be doing any kind of in-ring action, this is purely behind the scenes!

Most Wanted below:

Roman Reigns, Adam Cole, Austin Gunn, Carmelo Hayes, Channing “Stacks” Lorenzo, Damien Priest, Daniel Garcia, Darby Allin, Finn Balor, HOOK, Jay White, Kenny Omega, LA Knight, Malakai Black, Okada, Ricky Starks, Sami Zayn, Tony D’Angelo, Wardlow, Wes Lee, Wheeler Yuta, Jimmy Uso, Jey Uso, Kevon Owens, Santos Escobar, Buddy Matthews, Malakai Black, Eddie Kingston, Brody King

Alexa Bliss, Asuka, Bayley, Becky Lynch, Blair Davenport, Brinley Reece, Carmella, Cathy Kelley, Charlotte Flair, Dakota Kai, Fallon Henley, Harley Cameron, Iyo Sky, Jacy Jayne, Jade Cargill, Jaida Parker, Jakara Jackson, Kairi Sane, Kelani Jordan, Kris Statlander, Lola Vice, Lyra Valkyria, Maxxine Dupri, Mercedes Mone, Naomi, Roxanne Perez, Thea Hail, Toni Storm, Zelina Vega, Aj Lee, Kayla Braxton, Samantha Irvin, Lash Legend

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blue-flamed-phoenix · 1 year

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My Posts Masterlist

This is where you'll find everything that I have posted.

Stories:

Little Wolf - Jerome Valeska FanFiction

Wattpad link to the book

Chapter 1 - Joining the circus

Chapter 2 - Freaks

Chapter 3 - Help you

Chapter 4 - Him

Chapter 5 - Red

Chapter 6 - Kansas City

Chapter 7 - The blind fortune teller

Chapter 8 - The blind fortune teller - Part 2

Chapter 9 - A mistake

Chapter 10 - Waking up again

Chapter 11 - shifting

Chapter 12 - could I?

Out of the woods - OUAT Peter Pan

Introduction/Book cover

Chapter 1 - Escape

Stripes - Jerome Valeska FanFiction

Introduction/book poster

Chapter 1 - intrigued

Chapter 2 - Ginger

Chapter 3 - Curiosity

Mini Valeska - Jerome Valeska Fanfic

Introduction/book poster

Chapter 1 - Jacie

The last daughter of Krypton - General Zod Fanfic

Introduction/book poster

Chapter 1 - A loss

The unknown Falcone - Victor Zsasz FanFic

Introduction/book poster

Something to Live for - Godric - Trueblood

Coming soon!

Survivor - Troy Otto

Coming soon!

Seeing through a strangers eyes - Patrick Hockstetter

Chapter 1 - Where there is death there is rebirth

Goddess - Morpheus - The Sandman

Coming Soon!

Handler - Donald Pierce

Introduction/Book cover

Chapter 1 - A04

Chapter 2 - Volatile

Chapter 3 -

A Hybrid Mate - Klaus Mikaelson

Introduction/Book cover

Chapter 1 - Why Me!

The Monsters We Are - Victor Creed

Introduction/Book cover

A Knighted Warrior - Kylo Ren

Introduction/Book Cover

Part I

Outside world - Ledger Joker FanFic

Introduction/book cover

Chapter 1 - 'Station'

Imagines

Sweet dreams - Jerome Valeska

Edits

The outsiders

Wonder woman - Kings and queens x sweet but psycho (edited audio) by FOUR BITS

Ajax (Deadpool) - Often (Kygo Remix) by The Weekend, Kygo

Jerome Valeska - WTF by HUGEL, Amber Van Day

Jerome Valeska - AIK Hockey intro by ALK 1891

Jerome Valeska - underground by Neoni

Jerome Valeska - mutiny by Neoni

Jerome Valeska - I'm good (blue) by David Guetta by Bebe Rexha

Jerome Valeska - Happier by Ed Sheeran

Jerome Valeska - Vendetta

Jerome Valeska - Bad guy by Billie Eilish

Vasleska Twins - Bad guy by Billie Eilish

Jeremiah Valeska - Bad guy by Billie Eilish

Victor Zsasz - Oblivion

Funny Gotham Villians edit

Peter Pan - make you the one by XO-IQ

Peter Pan - Born for this by The Score

Peter Pan and Y/N - Dark horse by Katy Perry

Peter Pan and Y/N - Ignite by Alan Walker

True Blood - Godric - Again by Noah Cyrus

Avengers Edit - Centuries x heathens made by @Xichuaudios

Zod Edit - Believer by Imagine Dragons

Wonder Woman - Kings and Queens by Ava Max

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okropnie-zla-dusza · 9 months

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„Jestem zmęczony szefie. Zmęczony wędrówka, samotnie jak jaskółka w deszczu. Zmęczony tym, że nigdy nie miałem przyjaciela, żeby powiedział mi skąd, gdzie i dlaczego idziemy. Głównie zmęczony tym jacy ludzie są dla siebie. Zmęczony jestem bólem na świecie, który czuje i słyszę… codziennie.. za dużo tego. To tak jakbym miał w głowie kawałki szkła. Przez cały czas..”

- stephen king, zielona mila

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girlbossminerva · 11 months

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@starswallowingsea i just realized you tagged me in something 2 weeks ago and i never noticed 😭 Better late than never I guess

are you named after anyone? nope. unless you want to say i'm named after the entire country of Greece

when was the last time you cried? June 7th cause my period always makes me susceptible to overwhelming

do you have kids? ew, no. my only kids are my dinosaur collection

do you use sarcasm much? uhhh perhaps but i don't think so?

what sports do you play? none and this may be destroying my joints

first thing you notice in other people? most of the time: hair

eye color? brown

scary movies or happy endings? whatever fits my mood

any special talents? I'm extremely good at undoing knots (/LITERAL MEANING)

where were you born? Mexico

what are your hobbies? writing, reading, playing viddygames, brainrotting over fictional narratives involing blorbos that I will never write about, oh and sometimes I paint

do you have any pets? three dogs; a chihuahua, a mix of a bull terrier with something else, and the most allergic pitbull known to man.

how tall are you? 1.63m

fav subject in school? literature and english cause I always found them easy, and in uni my favorites were always the classes about cultural studies

dream job? literary translator, i just want to get paid to read books and then make sure they can be read by as many people as possible. or perhaps paleontologist like my 7 year old self wanted.

Tagging @jaci-serigala @tresbestioles @cats-crows-and-cryptids @king-shit-thembo and whoever else wants to do it, feel free to consider yourself tagged

#tag games #stuff about me

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randomestfandoms-ocs · 11 months

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Glee OC Masterlist ( J-Z)

[ A - H ]

Name: Jaci Jones

Story: Untitled

Face claim: Sofia Wiley

Love Interest: Artie Abrams

Name: Jason Del Monico

Story: All Or Nothing

Face claim: Ross Lynch

Love Interest: Mercedes Jones

Name: Jeanette Jameson

Story: Multi

Face claim: Alyson Reed

Name: Jeremy St James

Story: Corner Of The Sky

Face claim: Joshua Bassett

Love Interest: Sebastian Smythe, Rory Flanagan, Marley Rose

Name: Johanna Berry

Story: John Hughes Movie

Face claim: Joey King

Love Interest: Camilo Ayers

Name: Johanna St James

Story: Multi

Face claim: Kate Reinders

Love Interest: Chad Channing

Name: Josh St James

Story: Multi

Face claim: Zac Efron

Love Interest: Nell Baker

Name: Josie St James

Story: Untitled

Face claim: Lily Rose Depp

Name: Joy Schuester

Story: By Its Very Definition

Face claim: Lili Reinhart

Love Interest: Noah Puckerman, Brittany Pierce, Mike Chang, Sebastian Smythe, eventual Sam Evans

Summary: Joy Schuester knew what glee was - how could she not? Her dad never shut up about the good old days, his glory years at McKinley High. He even named her after something his old coach would say - by its very definition, glee is about opening yourself up to joy. Big whoop, she’d never really cared. Really she was just interested in cheer, drama club, and dancing around her room while singing along to Taylor Swift. But then her dad takes over the glee club and Joy has no choice but to join. She expected the showtunes, the divas, and even her dad’s white guy rapping. She didn’t, however, expect to fall in love, and she definitely didn’t expect to find herself caught in the middle of a war between her coach and her dad.

Name: June Harris

Story: All Rhodes Lead Home

Faceclaim: Hailee Steinfeld

Love Interest: Jesse St. James

Name: Kendall Pierce

Story: Songs Of The Heart

Face claim: Meg Donnelly

Love Interest: Mike Chang

Summary: Maybe it was her age. Maybe it was the special Pierce… intelligence. Maybe it was just that she was a better person than most students at McKinley High. But whatever it was, Kendall Pierce didn’t understand why she couldn’t cheer and sing. She didn’t understand why Quinn Fabray was so insistent that she not join Glee, or why the New Directions were so suspicious of her “intentions”. She loved to sing and she loved to cheer, it should have been simple. But when Quinn Fabray suddenly joins the club, with her sister and Santana in tow, Kendall starts to realize that nothing about high school is as simple as it seems.

Name: Lilibeth Anderson

Story: Teenage Dream

Face claim: Olivia Rodrigo

Love Interest: Marley Rose

Name: Lindsay Wright

Story: Multi

Face claim: Brittany Snow

Love Interest: Amelie Kline

Name: Logan Hayes

Story: Dream Maker

Face claim: KJ Apa

Name: Mac Hudson

Story: Breakthrough

Face claim: Charles Gillespie

Love Interest: Betty Fabray

Name: Mandy Abrams

Story: Untitled

Face claim: Liana Liberato

Name: Marilyn Pillsbury

Story: Life Can Be Beautiful

Face claim: Madelaine Petsch

Love Interest: Brittany Pierce, eventual Quinn Fabray, possibly Quinn Fabray & Sam Evans

Summary: When Marilyn Pillsbury was ten, her mother died. When she was twelve, her dad was arrested. When she was thirteen, she moved in with her aunt Emma. And when she was fourteen, she started at William McKinley High School. And she was nothing but the weird guidance counsellor’s weird niece. But then, after a fateful encounter with three Cheerios in the girls’ bathroom, Lyn finds herself being dragged into the spotlight. She becomes a Cheerio, she’s hot and popular and the school loves her, she’s everything she ever wanted to be. And when Quinn joins the glee club, Marilyn is right beside her with Brittany and Santana; finally she can do what she really loves without fearing the consequence. She’s on top of the world, life is beautiful. And then she finds out that Quinn is pregnant, and she has to make a choice. Will she seize the opportunity to rise to the very top, or will she stay loyal to the girl who brought her up from the lowest of lows?

Name: Mark Carter

Story: Multi

Face claim: Bart Johnson

Name: Maureen Morton

Story: Untitled

Face claim: Renee Rapp

Love Interest: Quinn Fabray

Name: May Taylor

Story: All Rhodes Lead Home

Face claim: Hailee Steinfeld

Love Interest: Mike Chang

Name: Melissa Carlson

Story: Brutal

Face claim: Kaitlyn Dever

Name: Melody Naccarelli

Story: Multi

Face claim: Brenna D’Amico

Love Interest: N/A, sometimes Jeremy St James

Name: Mia Rose

Story: Untitled

Face claim: Lily Collins

Name: Millie Kindell

Story: Corner Of The Sky [ & others ]

Face claim: Anna Camp

Love Interest: Jesse St James

Name: Natalie Astor

Story: Ballad Of A Homeschooled Girl

Face claim: Maia Mitchell

Name: Nell Baker

Story: Multi

Face claim: Anne Hathaway

Love Interest: Josh St James

Name: Paige Callahan

Story: Brutal

Face claim: Zendaya

Name: Robyn Del Monico

Story: All Or Nothing

Face claim: Olivia Holt

Name: Roman Kline

Story: Somewhere Only We Know [ & others ]

Face claim: Aaron Tveit

Love Interest: Cooper Anderson & Ash Astor

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Name: Roxie Flores

Story: The Greatest Star

Face claim: Camila Mendes

Love Interest: Noah Puckerman, Sebastian Smythe, eventual Sam Evans

Summary: Rosalind Flores was used to living in Quinn Fabray’s shadow. Quinn was the head Cheerio, even though Roxie was the better cheerleader; Quinn got the boys, even though she had a stick up her ass; Quinn had the friends - lackeys, even though she treated them like dirt. And then Mr. Schuester takes over the Glee Club and Roxie sees a refuge from her life as Quinn’s understudy. And it’s great. Sure, Rachel is as obsessed with being number one as Quinn, but Roxie loves to sing and she’s really, genuinely happy. It’s everything she hoped for; it’s perfect. And then Quinn Fabray walks into the choir room and Roxie’s sanctuary collapses around her.

Name: Sadie Berry

Story: Untitled

Face claim: Ciara Bravo

Name: Savannah Evans

Story: Rumour Has It

Face claim: Dove Cameron

Love Interest: Valeria Ramírez & Bobby Seurat

Summary: The first thing that the Evans siblings learned when they moved to Lima was that rumours spread much faster than they did back home. The second thing that they learned was how to lie. And lie they did. They were just three siblings; their financial struggles were because of their dad’s job; they absolutely most definitely didn’t have another sister who’d been in the hospital for as long as they’d been in Ohio. And everyone believed them. Right up until Rachel Berry sees Sam hugging some blonde girl outside of a motel and drags the entire glee club on a witch hunt that ends with them meeting the Evans siblings in their motel room. All of the Evans siblings. Even Savannah, Sam’s twin and best kept secret who, rumour has it, it about to start at McKinley High.