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Never wake a sleeping Dragon - Yan!Viserys x fem!reader

warning : yandere, obsession, implied overprotective, mentioning of death/war, hurt/comfort , fluff, kissing

Summary : Visery the king in him is the burning blood of the dragon. A thing that most of the people around him tend to forget he is "the peaceful" however when a new Queen is needed a heir for the kingdom the dragon awakes when a storm is starting to geather and obsession is forged. He will not let her get away from his dragon dream.

Info : Never imagined that I would be writting for Viserys but I like the idea of a quiete yandere type that goes full obsession when his love tries to flee. Afterall he is a Targaryen and everytime a Targaryen is born the coin decides the fate ;) And Paddy looks good so yeah....have fun;)

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The King of the Seven Kingdoms Viserys, peacefully the first of his name, was the ruler of King's Landing and all the lands. A man who had ridden one Balerion to the Black Death, the mighty beast that had been dead for decades. A man who was always eyed, especially by his brother.

Daemon, the only prince of the realm and his younger brother, on the other hand, was the picture of a Targaryen. Quick-tempered, insanely brutal and lusting after blood and fire. But his brother Viserys was peaceful, enjoying the simple pleasures of music, jousting and building stone decorations.

The sleeping dragon was what his enemies, the common people and the king's court called him. A dragon on a throne who slept and sent his brother and troops instead of unleashing his wrath.

A man who mourned all his lost children with his first wife Aemma Arryn until his only child Rhaenyra was born. The princess of the realm of the rich and handsome.

The beautiful image of her mother and the fieriness of her uncle Daemon who was devoted to his niece. The dragon was happy for some time, his dream, his dragon dreams had shown him a son, another prince, and when his wife became pregnant again, the queen gave birth to the son Baelon through the blood of the falcon and the dragon.

The king was filled with joy, but this was to be taken from him. His own wife condemned to death, his son dead and his daughter turning away from him in her own grief, he had lost everything.

He had lost his flames, his dragons and seemed completely alone. Alone in his chambers, just himself and the dim fire in the fireplace, the unfinished Valyria and the wine at the table. The dragon seemed to have lost his own.

The gaze of the violet eyes of the tired, haggard man had turned away from the fireplace and was looking at the picture of his wife, the painting he had had painted.

Until a knock at the door made him look up. ,,Away!" he had said loud enough for the person to disappear but when his door opened he placed the portrait on his bed and rose to confront the intruder.

The glow inside him seemed to spark and he wanted to be alone. ,,I said I want to be alone!" he hissed and was about to reach for his sword when he saw a woman a little older than his daughter, a lady in waiting, a then still young chick from his wife, the rest of her.

He vaguely remembered her from his grief, how she chose her ladies in waiting, how the ladies enjoyed themselves and spent time together. But after her death they were all gone, he had given them money and sent them back to their families, except for her.

She stayed, her relatives died in the battles in the kingdoms. She was the lady of the house without a seat without a stay and now the only lady-in-waiting who held on to Aemma.

,,My lady… what can I do?" He asked, his voice no longer angry but tired and exhausted. He sat back in the armchair and covered his face with his hands. ,,My king? Lord Hand has instructed me to bring you some food," he heard her voice, still caring for him despite his suffering.

Her king. She should be mourning her kings friend. What sacrifice from such a woman he thought and raised his eyes to her dark black dress. Grief. Saw her coming towards him a moment before he waited for her to sit next to him on the chair.

They had not seen each other since the funeral of his Aema and Baelon, days in which he had not seen her. His Aemma-no, her smile. ,,That's very kind of you…do you mind staying?" he asked her and it seemed to him that as the king, the man with the most power, he was asking her permission.

He saw how she didn't hesitate, how there was only a brief flash of uncertainty about his well-being. ,,Of course, here's some tea from the Maestar," she said and Viserys shifted in his seat even though he was only wearing his loose shirt and trousers, the jewelry on his body made him look better.

Putting on his expensive clothes, however, meant going back out there, following the sad eyes to a throne without her. Glancing at her, his violet eyes watched as she handed him the plate of bread and eggs, the bacon still warm, and he felt his stomach actually craving food.

Only wine and drugged flowers were not food, at least not what he was supposed to have. Until suddenly he heard a cry of pain and wheeled around to face her. Almost throwing the plate aside, he saw that the boiling water had splashed on her hand by coming up in the goblet. ,,Wait," he said hastily and took the cup from her hand and the pot.

The vapor, the heat showing effect on her hand red hot and hurting her. Like the flame of a dragon. ,,It's… all right Viserys," she pressed out, tears in her eyes saying something else and at that moment he didn't feel helpless, not intimidated. He was alive. The fascination, his dream.

The fire, his son. ,,Burned by fire-I mean, did you burn yourself very badly? Wait, I'll get something," he said, feeling his thoughts racing as he rose from her, she would end up making the dream real, replacing his imagination. This woman in smoke and flames?

He fetched a pain-relieving ointment from his bedside cabinet and came back to her, seeing how she had pulled out her handkerchief to dry her tears, but the trembling of her hands made it rather sluggish. ,,Thank you Vis-forgive me my King but you don't have to" she insisted as she watched in panic as the King knelt before her, his hands gently and lovingly taking the cloth and wiping away her tears.

His violet eyes did not leave hers and he saw this dream more and more clearly as she looked at him with respect, gratitude and something he could not interpret. Something he was only told later by his brother. Fear.

,,Please, I insist that your tears should not be shed any more. A gentle healing as opposed to the flames," he murmured, pleased when he saw that she had stopped crying and gave him a grateful look. Applying the slab to the wound the burning disappeared after a few minutes the warmth remained but the fast beating heart in her chest from the shock was slow to recover.

,,Thank you my king… I should go, my presence disturbs the mourners" she replied to him and rose from her seat, the handkerchief falling into his hands before she hurried to the door. The flower in the face of the sleeping dragon, the pretty coin unused and still open to a hand.

As if possessed by something else, he reached for her hand and held it, not wanting her to leave. ,,My lady, please… I expect you to stay with me," the words of the tone that was a command left his lips at the same time. She had no chance of escaping from this room and the flower had no choice but to give up her pretty goodness to him of her own free will. She came back to him, sat down next to him and stayed with him.

She kept her king company as he commanded and for the first time something like joy, devotion and perhaps love seemed to return to the king's heart.

It was a feeling that had consequences, for in the days and weeks that followed, this feeling was transformed into something found in the Targaryen madness. As the blood of the dragons flowed, the king felt a sense of ownership.

She was his possession and for the first time the dragon in him seemed to stir and finally get rid of the name of the peaceful one.

Something his lovely counterpart had no idea what it meant to face a Targaryen.

The next few days and weeks changed to a different rhythm. Instead of Alicent, the daughter of the hand, the king always had the lady called to him, seeking her company at any given time.

In the morning at his breakfast, he had her called to him, his violet eyes showing joy when he saw her figure, the tip of her nightgown sticking out from under her dark robe.

,,My king, you wanted to see me again," she said and joined him at the table where she sat down opposite him. She knew that he was lonely, her beloved Aeamm was dead and she felt guilty for giving comfort to the king as well as the princess and heiress.

The princess Rhaenyra without a mother, who had often come to her, had taken her lovingly in her arms and cried together while they had been more closely connected. But Viserys felt almost uncomfortable in the face of the dragon.

Rhaenyra the young dragoness her warmth was healing but his fire was burning. She had always liked to be there for her king and somehow also a friend, but now it seemed like the stories in the Masters' books. Every Targaryen is a dragon and a dragon obsessively searches for its treasure to guard.

But something told her that Viserys would gradually fall for this side of the infamous coin. Something she was right about and yet she had no idea how far this would go.

The pair's breakfast was quiet as she saw the king's smile, something that made her happy inside, but as the days and weeks wore on, the dragon's fire seemed to tighten around her. When she was not with Rhaenyra, Alicent or her own advisors for her house, she was always seen with Viserys.

The dragon took the first step when he got up one evening after dinner and fetched a box big enough to store several things in. ,,My dear, I want to thank you for everything you have given me in the last few weeks…I could finally smile again and feel something special," he began and opened the gift of a dress and a necklace for her.

,,Viserys this is a sign of unbelievable craftsmanship I can't accept this" she said and turned away the fear that he would command her again was there but the fear of losing her king and husband of her beloved friend and queen into this darkness again no she couldn't do that. Wasn't it everyone's duty to keep the king happy no matter what the cost?

But the blond Targaryen would not be beaten, he had not just let her body mass give way to images.

He had taken her as far as he could from the outside. With the dress, the fabric he had chosen, the necklace of the best metal of Valyrian steel and the ruby, he would touch her for all to see and make her his. ,,But I insist, my love, on a dress as a token of my gratitude for what you have done," he continued, handing her the fabric, a look of shame on her face as she realized he wanted her to try it on.

Looking around, however, she saw that he must have taken precautions because a partition carved out of fine wood with dragon motifs and legends stood in the room that had not been there before. ,,Please, I insist," he said, not necessarily emphatically, but she knew what he meant.

She could not ignore an order from the king. The fabric of the dark dress was surprisingly warm, like the scales of a dragon, and even if he no longer had Balerion, she knew he could have taken any dragon that was still alive or about to hatch.

His violet eyes lay on the wood seeming to peer through it to see her soft body and the dragon's violet eyes showed lust and devotion as she stepped forward a few minutes later.

,,I-I look like a Targaryen," she murmured, the dark black dress with the red embroidery of a dragon and the finest gold escaping her thoughts. It was not the colors of her house, it was not the color of her Aemma, its colors were the colors of King Viserys Targaryen.

He came up to her and circled her, running his hand carefully over the fabric, ,,Handsome and beautiful," he murmured the words of praise before he stopped behind her and she heard the faint tinkling of metal as she listened to the chain.

She held her breath as she felt the cold Valyrian steel around her neck and ran her fingers over it. ,,A Targaryen you will be too for I have decided my love I want you as my new wife as the new Targaryen Queen" he said taking her hands and for the first time she saw his own madness of the dragon flicker in his eyes.

A will of the King a will that made her cry because even though she liked him and had certain feelings for him, a marriage, becoming Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and the responsibility that came with it to bear him children was true.

She couldn't say yes but that's how he knew he could force her…and he did. The first traces of his obsession with his madness were laid the day he married her in the tradition of his house.

The tradition she could not escape. And even if only years later he married his second wife Alicent, the story of the Dance of the Dragons would play out as it was foretold, until then his madness with his second wife his flower was the only thing that mattered.

Her colors of the house long forgotten only reflected in the ring her mother had left her, the lands of her house given to a distant relative whose right to finally see his second niece was punished with wrath by the king.

Viserys for the first time any lords who even dared to question the second queen found themselves impaled on the castle walls, their tongues severed or burned by Syrax, Meyleys or Caraxes when the king ordered his kinsmen to do so.

,,All this because of a woman who doesn't even come from a significant house," she had heard Lord Corlys say, who was on his way back to Driftmark with his wife and the two of them had met with Rhaenyra and Daemon.

The king himself knew from the trouble she was causing that lords and ladies were already looking around whispering about what was going on with the king.

,,Help me my lords my princess," she had dared to join the group, the dark colors on her now like an endless dragon pit where fire awaited her every night.

Viserys didn't let her out of his sight, she slept in his bed every night and even though she tried to love him, she was always trying to return the physical contact with kindness.

With each night, with each time, she saw more and more marks on her body that he left behind, not painfully, but she knew that the fabric of her clothes could hardly cover them any more. She had waited as the king released his anger on her kinsman and banished him from the city.

He had robbed her of her right to the title of Lady of the House. ,,Targaryen should marry houses from Valyria the simple flower perishes in fire" she had begged the group Rhaenyra who had asked her for help so many times had tried to help her.

But with every attempt they made to dragon, to bot or to escape with the carriage everything was blamed on a mysterious attenat by the four of them.

But every attempt failed, and the kingdoms watched as the news of Alicent Hightower's second pregnancy spread through the realms with joy in this delight to the fear of Corly, Rhaenys, Rhaenyra and Daemon Visery's second wife.

First Aemma Arryn died the second wife full of mysteries and strange events the jewel of the king which suddenly disappeared and the third wife who brought peace and war for the future.

But what they all didn't know was that in the depths of the castle, when the king went down with the torch in his hand, he went further in than even his brother probably knew.

The old forgotten Valyrian part and influence revealed itself. ,,My dear, I'm back…did you like the metal?" he asked as he walked through the common room past the cells where he had spiked her after her four "attacks". He wasn't stupid he knew that his own daughter and brother had tried to "save" her with his cousin and her husband.

He knew that they did not approve of this marriage, neither politically nor personally, she had only wanted to return to her home to the last people she had left.

Her friendship with Rhaenyra and Alicent was over. Now she would never escape from the castle again, nor from him

Pulling the key from his robe, he unlocked the large door to the cell. The metal gave way and the bolt was pushed back, which was once for the most serious criminals or the people most in need of protection.

It was the place where the king could finally turn to his true treasure. Not his daughter, his wife, his son or his brother. He was with her, with his true dream, with the woman who would bring him his son and promised prince.

Walking into the great room he saw his beloved his Targaryen the clothes he had brought her the clothes he had given her all in the black and red of the house the jewelry, books and paintings were to entertain her when he was not there. When the dragon didn't come to her in his madness, she prayed almost every night and even though time passed, her belly didn't swell.

No child wanted to grow inside her, but no, it wasn't her fault, it was something else he was sure of. Because when he took her, the shadows of her dragon reflected on the wall and the sounds of her love echoed through the room, he knew that the prince had to spring from her womb.

,,My pretty wife... tell me, how are you feeling?" he asked, walking over to her armchair, where she sat, as always, in front of the fireplace with a book on her lap and an absent look in her eyes.

Fear had been reflected in it at first, but after an indefinite time every house broke under the dragon sooner or later. He knelt down in front of her and took her hands in his, cold and not warm like him, the smile that played around his lips threatening to tip over. The madness only ever lasted until a dragon was no longer entertained.

The grip on her hands tightened for a moment, becoming painful until she finally looked at him. ,,Viserys...you're back...how did it go?" she asked as usual, obviously pretending to him that she was still living on the Hoffe with the others. As if she was always waiting for an opportunity to leave.

But they both knew that she would never leave this room again. ,,The lords are satisfied for a while, don't worry my queen, tell me how your prince is doing" and he put his hand on her flabby belly where even after the countless nights of trying. In trying, she had tried to see all this as a story, a book of the lost maiden who would finally be free when she gave birth to the king's son.

But it seemed that with each passing month everything would become less warm, the fire in the fireplace not warm, the clothes on her no color and his love was the madness of the dragon she had never seen so strong. ,,I try my king every tincture, every meal...even the old books but I don't carry your seed" she murmured and looked at him the violet of his eyes just like Rhaenyras and Daemon's she missed the court, her friends and the sun.

Now she would never be able to escape from the castle or from him. Pulling the key from his robe, he unlocked the large door to the cell. The metal gave way and the bolt was pushed back, which was once for the most serious criminals or the people most in need of protection.

When the dragon didn't come to her in his madness, she prayed almost every night and even though time passed, her belly didn't swell. No child wanted to grow inside her, but no, it wasn't her fault, it was something else he was sure of.

Because when he took her, the shadows of her dragon reflected on the wall and the sounds of her love echoed through the room, he knew that the prince had to spring from her womb.

,,My pretty wife... tell me, how are you feeling?" he asked, walking over to her armchair, where she sat, as always, in front of the fireplace with a book on her lap and an absent look in her eyes. Fear had been reflected in it at first, but after an indefinite time every house broke under the dragon sooner or later.

He knelt down in front of her and took her hands in his, cold and not warm like him, the smile that played around his lips threatening to tip over. The madness only ever lasted until a dragon was no longer entertained.

The grip on her hands tightened for a moment, becoming painful until she finally looked at him. ,,Viserys...you're back...how did it went?" she asked as usual, obviously pretending to him that she was still living on the Hoffe with the others. As if she was always waiting for an opportunity to leave.

But they both knew that she would never leave this room again. ,,The lords are satisfied for a while, don't worry my queen, tell me how your prince is doing" and he put his hand on her flat belly where even after the countless nights of trying. In trying, she had tried to see all this as a story, a book of the lost maiden who would finally be free when she gave birth to the king's son.

,,I try my king every tincture, every meal...even the old books but I don't carry your seed" she murmured and looked at him the violet of his eyes just like Rhaenyras and Daemon's she missed the court, her friends and the sun.

Viserys let out a disappointed sigh he knew it wasn't because of her she never did she was young and of Targaryen blood there had to be a child someday. His hand went from her leg to her hands and took the book from her, his specially chosen book on Valyria.

She knew that ever since he had given her the keldi that he had made her into something. A Targayren tried to transform her in one way and another. His hand slid gently over hers, its softness stimulating, it was something like another time.

But when his other hand slid down from her flat, bare belly and stroked the fabric of her legs, she knew exactly what he wanted. What he was here for almost every time. His initial gentleness soothing the kisses, hugs, gifts and caresses.

But his other way the coin that was thrown this madness was burning. ,,I know you're trying my love and I'll be there for you...for our child" he said softly as he lifted her out of the chair and gave her a kiss.

His warmth burned on her like a fire but it was the only thing she felt that was still real as she returned the kiss. her arms slowly wrapped around him, clinging to the dragon's scales, her knees to his wings, feeling the warmth of his fire as he gently stroked the kelid from her body.

The dragon laid her on the tower of coins, the bed of old wood carved with signs of Valyria. His gestures, words and pain the lust mingled with the pain. But she seemed to react to him again after a long time, to finally feel that burning sensation inside her.

But she looked at him saw the dragon the madness and perhaps it was because of the flames of the fireplace that she saw Balerion the black dread in the shadows, Viserys rising as the dragon Valyrias.

She herself was seized by the fire when she felt him again, as she did every night. But this time it was different it seemed the uncertainty was burned out of her the house she once belonged to the name was irrelevant.

She mattered as his queen...as the woman who would bear the promised prince to the king. Perhaps she herself had fallen into the madness of the Targayren before all this, and now rose as a dragon from the flames.

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levi-venn · 1 month

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The First Toothpick

Chapter Five: Toothpicks

Characters: Cad Bane, Crosshair ("the kid"), Jango Fett (flashbacks) Gen Fic - Mentor/Protege

Summary: Cad Bane teaches Crosshair how to be a sniper. The kid picks up some other habits as a result.

Chapter Summary: Cad pushes Crosshair a little too far.

Chapters: Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 6 | Ch7 | Ch8 (Coming soon)

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“And who are you again?” Jabba asked, reaching for another paddy frog from the scummy jar.

“The name’s Cad Bane,” Cad said, tilting the brim of his hat. “The only bounty hunter you'll ever need.”

“But not the bounty hunter we asked for,” Bokku the Hutt said. “Where is Fett?”

“Fett’s long gone,” Cad drawled. “Retired. Fled. However you want to spin it. His jobs are mine now.”

The twins sneered from their shared platform, whispering to each other. The brother spoke. “Fett’s Huttese was better.”

“An ugnaught’s Huttese is better.” Bokku said.

Jabba’s laugh boomed inside the council chambers, bouncing off the slimy stone walls, rattling Cad’s spine. The rest of the council snickered and sneered.

Cad remained perfectly still, an easy smile on his face despite his nerves frayed like live wires whipping inside his chest.

“Tell ya what,” Cad said, hooking his thumbs in his belt. “I’ll do this job on a discount. Pay me half and if I come through, you keep me on retainer.”

The mood changed instantly. The Hutts whispered amongst themselves, too fast for Cad to translate, but he recognized “bargain” and “discount” surfacing. Two of a hutt’s favorite words.

And words Cad couldn't afford. He barely had the fuel to get off this mudhole planet. But he'd rather go hungry than risk losing Fett’s contracts. He needed them to build his reputation. And his reputation was all that mattered.

“You have a deal, Mr. Bane.”

Cad tipped the brim of his hat. “Esteemed Hutts of the Grand Hutt Council, this is the start of a profitable arrangement for us both. You will be hearing from me soon.”

The echo of Cad’s spurs jingled and jangled at a steady pace all the way back to the Justifier, Todo 360 floating quietly beside him.

As soon as the ship’s ramp closed behind him, Cad slumped heavily against the wall. “Fuck Jango for not telling these sleemos that I was coming. That’s the third time I had to introduce myself like a fucking greenhorn.”

“Mr. Bane?”

“Not now,” Bane growled. “Pull every contact Jango has with the Black Sun. We’re visiting them next.”

“I will, but Mr. Bane?”

“I need to make this damn speech four more times before we can work these contracts. I need as many-”

“Mr. Bane!”

“What?” Cad growled.

“Your lip is bleeding.”

“Shit, again?” Cad touched his lip. It stung. “Was it bleeding during the meeting?” “No. It started as we were leaving.”

Cad sighed and patted the various pockets of his new duster.

Todo held up the small leather pouch. “Perhaps you should use one before entering the room.”

Cad snatched the pouch and flipped it open. The inside flap had a mythosaur skull branded into it. He pulled out a toothpick, putting it between his teeth. “Ain’t professional. Tryin’ to make a good impression here.”

“Maybe it shouldn’t be professional,” Todo held up a finger. “A little insolence can command great respect. Or so Mr. Fett used to say.”

Cad thumbed the brand, thoughtfully. “Jango said a lot of things.” He clipped the pouch to his belt. “We’ll try it at the next meeting. Set a course for Falleen.”

The toothpick clicked in Cad’s teeth as he trained his scope on the kid skulking through the golden wheat field. The sun was low in the sky, setting the field ablaze with menacing orange light.

“It’s too bright,” the kid complained through the comms.

“That’s the point,” Cad smirked from the shade of the belltower. “Yer environment ain’t always yer friend, kid. Now quit belly achin’ and focus.”

The comm crackled with a mando’a curse telling Cad where to stick the environment.

“I speak Mando, kid,” Cad sneered. “Don’t get cute.”

Through the scope he could see the kid grimace with embarrassment.

Cad managed to mute the comm before snorting a laugh.

The first few weeks were hard on the kid, but not because Cad was particularly hard on him. In fact, Cad barely had to do anything at all. The kid worked hard, trained hard, was unyielding and resilient to everything Cad threw at him.

Yet the moment the kid made a mistake, he destroyed any hope of recovering for the rest of the day. It didn’t matter if it was his fault or not. A stalker lizard once leapt onto his trousers in the middle of the day and interrupted his shot. Cad explained that was a one in a million chance since those lizards were nocturnal, but the kid wouldn’t hear it. He shot for shit the rest of the day.

Today was going too well for it to last.

“Just focus up. Head on a swivel or find your six or whatever the hell soldiers call it.”

“It’s called Watching your s-”

Cad flicked a switch, interrupting the kid’s cheeky response. A target burst out of the grass twenty yards away. The kid fired in record time. Bullseye.

Cad flipped more switches, two seconds apart in random parts of the field. Some of the targets were mirrored. Some not. The point of the exercise was to shoot the target and avoid the ricochets.

Three weeks of this and the kid only shot himself twice.

Not bad.

Cad had more scars from this field in less time.

The kid fired a mirrored panel and rolled to avoid the ricocheting bolt as it hit the panel behind him.

Cad muted his comm again before exclaiming “fuck yeah!” He promised himself he wouldn’t praise the kid, only call out fuck ups.

But that shot was wizard and fuck you Lieutenant Pynk for gettin’ into this kiddo’s head.

He flipped three switches and three panels came up at once.

All the kid has to do is hit the north panel and-

The kid shot the south panel.

Well…shit.

The south panel’s mirror ricocheted the blaster bolt between the north and east panels.

The kid froze, staring at the unharmed panels.

C’mon, kid, recover.

The kid looked down at his own rifle. Then back at the belltower, an openly worried crease across his dark brow.

“Dank farrik,” Cad sighed and fired a shot at the ground in front of the kid.

The kid leapt back and looked, wide-eyed at the belltower.

Another shot inches from the kid’s boots.

The kid lifted his sniper rifle and aimed at the north panel again. The bolt went wide.

He could already see the kid was losing focus.

Sorry, kid, I gotta snap ya outta this somehow.

Two more shots near the kid’s feet.

The kid jumped back again and fired at the north panel again.

Missed again…

…and dodged another shot from Cad.

He fired. He missed. He dodged.

Fired. Missed. Dodged.

An angry, rattling hiss crackled from the comm, just as the kid’s rifle took aim…but not at the panel.

A bolt flew into the belltower.

Cad felt the heat of the bolt sear past his hat and into the back of the belltower. The stench of burning leather filled his nose. He lowered his rifle and removed his hat. “Huh,” he smirked, blowing out the embers.

When he looked back at the wheat field, the kid was gone.

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“We need to talk, Cad.”

“The hell we do, Jango.”

“If you don’t tell me what’s wrong, how am I supposed to help?”

Cad sank out of sight, hiding in the belltower. He could hear Jango’s boots clink against the roof tiles away from the belltower and towards the ledge. He sat down with a quiet groan.

Cad winced. Jango was groaning from pain. Because of him.

“How about this?” Jango said. “You tell me what’s going on and if you don’t feel better afterwards…you can punch me in the face.”

Cad peeked out of the belltower. “In the face?”

“Right on the nose if that’s what you want.”

Cad slipped out of the belltower, and sat beside Jango, legs dangling over the ledge.

“You’ve been chewing your lip again.”

Cad licked his lip. He hadn’t noticed the coppery taste until now. “I do that when I’m...antsy”

“And anxious and nervous and excited and…?” Jango prompted.

“And…” Cad shrugged. “And…I dunno.”

“Right in the nose,” Jango reminded him.

With a sigh, Cad laid on his back, staring up at the sky, a shitty black canvas stained with white dots that painfully reminded him of all the worlds that were too far beyond his reach.

“And…guilty.”

Cad looked over at Jango who was gazing up at the stars like he was gazing at his first love.

“…I shot you today.”

“You shot my chest plate,” Jango corrected, rubbing his chest that was probably bruised to all hell at this point. “It was a shitty assassination attempt if that’s what you were after.”

“It wasn’t…I’m…”

“If you apologize to me, Cad, I’ll throw you off this roof.”

Cad stayed silent.

Jango sighed and rolled over on his side, propping his head up on his

“Cad, you shot for shit today. I know it. You know it. And you got angry. I warned you I’d push you to this point. Today, your lesson lead you to your biggest weakness. That hot-temper of yours. In the future, leave that shit behind. When you’re in training, when you’re on the job, hell, even just talking to clients. You think I’m an asshole? Wait until you talk to the Hutts. They love rattling new blood. Half the time they just feed them to starved rancors locked beneath their throne rooms. Here on this ranch, shoot me all you want, but at the end of the day, it’s only going to hurt you more than it hurts me.”

Cad knew it was true. He felt so out of control of his destiny before meeting Jango and now that he was here, he realized his anger didn’t just magically go away because he had a purpose in life.

He was pissed at himself for fucking up.

Pissed at his sniper rifle for jamming at a shitty time.

Pissed at Jango for pointing out that he still had a lot to learn…

…even if he was right.

“I got something for you,” Jango said, pulling out a small pouch.

“What is it?”

“Shut up and open it.”

Cad opened up the bag expecting a weapon, a data chip, a charm…but it was a bunch of sticks stuffed in a leather pouch with a mandalorian symbol branded in the inside flap.

“Sticks?”

“Toothpicks. Pop one in your mouth next time you feel antsy or nervous or…guilty. No client will take you seriously if you’re chewing your face off during negotiations. Just try it.”

Cad popped a toothpick in his mouth, rolling the smooth wood over the tip of his tongue, gnashing it gently with his fangs. It drew the focus away from the knot in his gut.

It brought things into focus.

He clipped the pouch to his belt.

“You still want to punch me?” Jango asked, elbowing Cad in the ribs.

Cad hissed and squirmed away. “Yeah, but…I’ll do it later.”

The kid didn’t come down for dinner that night.

The beef stew went cold.

The protein bar beside it was left uneaten.

Cad went out on the porch as the moon rose high over the field, cool air blanketing the grass with a ghostly fog.

He plucked the toothpick from his pouch and let it roll between his fingers before setting it between his fangs.

Probably shouldn’t’ve shot at the kid, Cad thought. Thought I could pull him outta this trench he keeps diggin’ for himself. Guess that was a shit plan.

And then he had another thought that nearly snapped his toothpick in half.

Jango would’ve known exactly what to do…

The floorboards creaked behind him.

Without looking back, Cad grabbed the rocking chair beside him and pulled it closer to the railing.

A moment later, the kid climbed into the chair and, with a little adjusting, rested his feet up on the rail next to Cad’s boots.

“Ya missed dinner,” Cad asked.

The kid said nothing.

“Ya missed my head, too,” Cad sneered. “A real sloppy assassination.”

“I aimed for your hat,” the kid said, his boots clicking together quietly. “And I hit your hat.”

“Well, in that case,” Cad took his hat off and showed the kid the burn mark along the side of the brim. “That…was a killer shot. Ya did good, kiddo.”

The kid looked up at Cad, hair as stark as the stars themselves, but his eyes were dark and round like an anooba pup. “You’re not mad?”

“You know how many times I shot Jango in the chest plate just for giving me shit during training? I’m just surprised it took ya this long to shoot me.”

The kid’s smile disappeared as he leaned back in the rocking chair, enveloped in shadows. “I missed a lot of shots today.”

“You hit a lot of targets today, too. Forget about all those?”

The kid shrugged again.

“Yer problem ain’t missin’ the shots, kiddo. It’s you poutin’ over it n’ not shootin’ again. It ain’t like yer gonna run outta blaster bolts. Keep firin’ until ya get it right.”

“But…I have to be perfect.”

“Ain’t no one’s perfect and sooner you learn that, the sooner you can quit beatin’ yerself up over the impossible.”

“Do you miss targets?”

“All the time,” Cad drawled with a sneer. “But nobody lives to tell about it.”

The kid thought about this for a moment…then sneered back.

“Tomorrow if you hesitate, ya get a shot to the boot, understand?”

“I won’t hesitate.”

“Don’t make promises you can't keep.”

“Then…I promise, I won’t shoot your hat again,” the kid said, in a tone too apologetic for Cad’s liking.

“Oh trust me, I’ll find ways to piss you off enough to fire at me again.”

The kid hissed quietly…or maybe it was a laugh.

“Bane?”

“What, kiddo?”

“Why do you chew on toothpicks?”

For the first time since he came to this ranch, Cad hesitated.

“It…keeps me from smokin’ death sticks,” Cad lied.

“Oh…”

The kid wriggled out of the rocking chair and walked down into the field. Cad couldn’t see what the kid was doing, but he heard some rustling, a crunch, and a faint snap.

A few moments later, the kid returned, hopped back into the rocking chair and, after studying how Cad was sitting, slouched in his chair and rested his boots beside Cad’s on the railing.

“I’m quitting death sticks, too,” the kid said, and stuck a piece of wheat between his teeth.

#bad batch crosshair #tbb crosshair #the bad batch #cad bane #star wars the clone wars #tbb #crosshair #The First Toothpick

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HOTD episode six easter eggs and thoughts

Out the gate I immediately noticed the difference in the cinematography, the first two scenes are all one take and it’s incredibly impressive. As the show runners stated, this was meant to feel like a new pilot episode for the series as we reboot with new, older versions of actors. As a book reader, it worked for me. As a non-book reader, I’d be curious how it felt to watch.

The relationship between Rhaenyra and Laenor is established so quickly and with so few words. Their conversation following the birth of Joffrey makes it very clear that not only is Laenor fine with the arrangement they have, but he is often tone deaf and oblivious to Rhaenyra’s daily life. We see that the two are companions but it’s made clear that Rhaenyra is still the stronger of the two personalities, and understands the larger game being played here. It was also interesting to see that the naming of their third son was not a mutual decision in which Rhaenyra agreed and showed great sympathy for Laenor, but a last ditch effort by Laenor to have some input in his own life.

Fuck you Criston Cole. His smug face just irks me, so very well done by Fabien Frankel. The one critique I have over this is that his clear and utter hatred of Rhaenyra and her children is not properly fleshed out. Right now with the time jump, it doesn't give a clear motivation for his anger; many viewers of last weeks episode still interpreted his anger at Rhaenyra incorrectly, and believe it was due to him being in love and heart broken. In reality it stems much deeper than that, and I think the viewers would have benefited from at least one conversation (likely between Criston and Alicent) where he makes it very clear that it was not so much his heart being broken by Rhaenyra that turned him, it was her disregard for his honor and his perceived understanding that she did not care for the consequences of their actions. In reality it takes two to tango and you could see very clearly that he had many opportunities to stop and didn’t so, sorry Criston. I do not feel bad for you.

Moving right along, fuck you to Alicent and her faux concern when Rhaenyra enters her chambers. WHAT A SCENE and introduction to Olivia Cooke’s Alicent. Her character has an interesting arch over the course of this episode, starting with sheer cruelty in order to make a point that her husband refuses to entertain or acknowledge. Because of this rejection of the truth, Alicent is closing in on wits end. In her mind, the search for honor and truth trump the love a father has for a daughter, and Viserys dishonors them all by allowing Rhaenyra to get away with her actions. And I can’t say she is wrong, because Rhaenyra has dishonored her family, and has been able to get away with a lot thanks to Viserys’s protection. But he is the King, and Alicent will do everything in her power to try and undermine and sandbag him, including this shitty scene where she pulls Rhaenyra from labor to present her child to her. To me there is no excuse for that.

Ah, Viserys. Man is looking ROUGH in this episode and Paddy Considine deserves an award for wearing all those prosthetics. Viserys is a wonderful grandfather and father in this episode (in that he clearly loves his children and grandchildren beyond measure) and it’s a shame how in the dark he is. Or rather, how keeps himself there by choosing to look the other way when it comes to Rhaenyra. There are still glimpses of him not being completely oblivious (like accusing Aegon of being the mastermind behind the pig), but overall he continues to create problems for himself and everyone around him.

Speaking of the kids and grandkids, this is the new era of this show finally appearing on screen and I have to say, I wasn’t disappointed. With 10 years between this episode and last, there is a ton of information missing here, but they showed us rather than told us who these kids were. They allowed us to see their personalities in the short amount of air time each had individually and the dynamics of them all were clearly presented.

Jace and Luke are adorable little fire crackers, and it’s interesting to see how they appear to get along fine with Aegon and Aemond at the beginning of the episode. Then we start to see that they tend to side with Aegon since he is the clear leader, and alienate Aemond. Aemond is presented as a very insecure, shy boy and that is what motivates his storyline moving forward. With next to no dialogue I picked up on that. Next is Helaena, who is depicted as a very learned girl with interests likely considered perverse for the time. She is an important character and this is the first time we see her properly so I am curious how she will be presented next time. She also makes an interesting comment “he’ll have to close an eye” which is incredible foreshadowing.

Aegon is a twat. But I do like that we can clearly see that before Alicent’s interference, he was friendly with Rhaenyra’s kids and a typical oblivious teenage boy with no real understanding of his role. The actor did a great job with him.

The CGI on Vermax in the dragon pit is incredibly well done, once again they are killing it with the dragons, including our first sighting of Vhagar.

Daemon and Laena are a power couple like no other and I love the sequence of them racing their dragons, looking all happy. It only that happiness were lasting. Similar to Rhaenyra’s storyline, all looks like Daemon’s life has been happy and care free for the past 10 years, but the longer we watch the more cracks we can see in their relationship.

The triatchy has made an resurgence, and the lords of Pentos are offering Daemon and Laena a home, and their loyalties in exchange for the protection of their dragons, and while Laena wishes to leave Pentos and return to Driftmark to raise their children and return to the responsibilities they inevitably hold due to their ancestral houses. Laena wants her children to be raised Dragonriders amongst her people, not the Lady of a large home in Pentos that does not truly belong to her. Alternatively, Daemon is clearly enjoying the peace that Pentos is offering him, and whether that is because he wishes it for himself, his family, or simply feels the need to stay away from Rhaenyra is still unclear.

In the books, it is said that Daemon, Rhaenyra, Laenor and Laena were all friends, especially Laena and Rhaenyra. It was said they would spend a great deal of time together, and that Rheanyra would visit Laena and Dameon on Driftmark often. With the show, it is implied that none of them have seen each other in all the time that has passed, and likely that Daemon and Laena fell off the face of the earth, with few people knowing their true whereabouts. This will effect how next episode is portrayed because Rhaenyra was grieving Laena as well when her and Daemon meet again. In the show, it looks like that might not be the case (unless they imply that Rhaenyra and Laena had seen each other in those 10 years and had been friends).

The whole episode starts off by making it seem like Rhaenyra and Daemon are both doing okay within the lives they chose, but it’s clear by the end of the episode that this was a.) not the case and b.) certainly isn’t now. During their conversation on the roof, it is clear that Laena and Daemon marriage is not perfect. Far from it actually. And it seems like it’s slowly been unravelling over time. Like we saw in the previous episode, Laena was aware that she was not going to compare to Rhaenyra for Daemon, and had come to peace with that. I hope we see more insight into Daemon’s feelings about the marriage in the next episode, and that he is able to repair his relationship with his daughters.

Speaking of which, this notion that the episode has a lot of false portrayals of happiness is mirrored in Daemon’s relationship with his daughters. The first time we see this family they all look so happy, we see Daemon teaching them how to speak High Verlyrian, kissing his wife’s belly and unborn child, and seemingly being a good father figure to them. But then Rhaena lets it slip that he ignores her, and you can tell something is going on with Daemon beyond his political desires to stay in Pentos.

When Laena is giving birth to their third child my heart broke. This whole scene was explained very differently in the book. In Fire and Blood, Daemon and Laena are already back on Driftmark when she goes into labor. And she does give birth, to a stillborn son who died only a few hours later. After the birth, she is so severely weakened that she remained in bed for three days until she died. It was rumored she attempted to fly Vhagar one last time but collapsed before she could reach her, and that Daemon carried her back to bed. I don’t know how I feel about the change made on the show but with her earlier comment about dying a Dragonrider’s death, I get it. But choosing to make this character commits suicide rather than letting her pass away the way she had in the books seems like it was done for shock factor more than plot.

They really went for a one two punch with Laena then Harwin leaving, and then the fire at Harrenhal. Honestly, justice for Harwin in more than one way. This dude was an amazing man, the scene with him and his father made me feel for him so deeply. Then the scene in the courtyard where he defends his two sons against Criston was another great scene where he did so much without saying hardly anything. You can tell that in an alternative world, he and Rhaenyra would be raising those boys together, teaching them how to be brave warriors and living a happy life.

Lyonel Strong resigning as Kings Hand is SO BAD for everyone wow wow wow. Larys is quickly learning how to play the game and it’s clear he has no issue breaking and bending the rules to get himself in a better position. By arranging meetings with the Queen, he has his finger on the pulse of Kings Landing and can see where he might be of use in furthering the chaos. His allegiance is with the moment. When he arranges the murders of his father and brother, it is so that Alicent is in his debt. She did not directly ask for him to commit this crime, but he twists her words and implies that it was for her benefit so that Otto can be restored of hand of the king. As a retult, Larys has the ear of the Queen and is now the heir to Harrenhal in one move.

Lastly, I love Emma’s portrayal of Rhaenyra, I couldn't take my eyes off of them, I found them to be wonderful. Olivia Cooke was great too, but her version of Alient definitely felt a lot different than Emma’s. I could recognize Milly’s portrayal in Emma's moreso than Olivia’s. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing but an observation.

I also needed more Daemon in this episode, so I guess we will wait for the next one, which looks wildly good.

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Fools prayer pt11

Part 10 here

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Nerevar: *eyes practically glazed over as he sits at the head of the table reading the meeting agenda* why has house Dres blanked out all topics for an ‘important revelation’, more so, why is it so important to have delayed your journey home, divayth?

Divayth Fyr: Why does house Dres declare Anything they do important? Perhaps it’ll be an elongated apology for the behaviour of Sen Dres… but if that were so house redoran should surely be blotting out the rest of the meeting.

Vivec: *quietly folding his legs and relaxing on the cushion next to nerevar, finding immense comfort in the familiarity of sifting through and filing his paperwork as he did when he first became Hortator, and then later king* His spies are loud and clumsy. They believe us sharing a bed together to be a gossip worthy revelation.

Nerevar: …What?

Vivec: they believe we’ve had sex and thus must be conspiring.

Divayth Fyr: the gift of prophecy continues to be present with you Vivec.

Vivec: no they’re just painfully predictable in their stupidity. It could very well be something else or hold deeper issue but there are rice paddies with more depth than anything they could bother presenting as a problem.

Nerevar: Ha! Hhhn… *rubs his face* please let today be over with quickly… *looks up as the door opens revealing sen dres, standing there with temple guards and flanked by the other house heads all looking confused*

Sen Dres: *grins darkly at nerevar* The good daedra mysteriously quiet, a tribune spared by your hands, and one you gladly bedded and conspired with to erase the council… what do you have to say for yourself, my, lord?

Vivec: I can’t even sit upright without being in pain if you think for a minute I let him fuck me then you’re as dumb as you are stupid.

Nerevar: V-vivec?

Divayth Fyr: *snickers behind his sleeve as the other council heads and guards do the same* he’s not an official anymore he’s no standard to set, nothings holding him back.

Sen Dres: I- Excuse me?!

Vivec: you’re excused.

Sen Dres: *steps forward and hisses in pain as his whole body aches from his punishment* I was addressing the Hortator not you, whore!

Nerevar: Guards remove grandmaster dre-

Sen Dres: You’re not-

Vivec: Allowed to address the king directly following your grave insult to him before the public. You’re lucky he didn’t have you killed for your transgression. *fixes his choppy hair behind his ear as he continues sorting papers* Tell me Grandmaster, do you have any evidence to support your claims against your king? Or simply word of mouth from a spy dressed as a servant?

*silence*

Sen Dres: *suddenly very tense realising the blunder he’s now committed himself to* Yes. I do. Blood was found upon the bed you two shared last night. Following the sudden disappearance of the good daedra along with the subsequent destruction of Azuras summoning chamber we’ve reason to believe-

Vivec: You are correct. The blood was mine.

Sen Dres: You confess then?

Vivec: No. the blood was mine, from my womb. But it was not spilled by ill prepared ecstasy. It weeped from the wounds you caused me when you struck my abdomen, just as the other sores you inflicted upon me wept into my dressings… Tell me, Sen Dres… Were any other bodily fluids found upon his majesties bedding?

Sen Dres: … *bows his head lowly realising he’s made himself the fool and condemned himself again* no.

Vivec: do you have any further evidence to condemn his highness for daring to show familiarity to me?

Sen Dres: … *shakes his head* no…

Vivec: Are you aware of the punishment you’ll receive for such bold false accusations to your betters?

Sen Dres: *unable to hide the vague flint of excitement in his eyes as he nods, body already trembling at the idea of further pain and fuel to his anger* yes…

Vivec: *looks to nerevar* you’re allowed to get rid of him… why do you allow him to step over you? Why do you bend to the whims of worms beneath your feet?

Nerevar: to maintain order… *sighs sitting upright to give his sentence*

???: And how well as that been working out for you?

Nerevar: *blinks and looks at vivec only to scramble back in a panic and scream his throat nearly bloody in terror as he sees Voryns red eyes staring back at him with a wicked grin* GET AWAY! GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY-

“Neht you’re hurting me!!”

Nerevar: *jolts awake to find himself in his bed, the room dark beyond the dim yellow glow of the oil lamp, and vivec holding his hands with a shaking and frightened grasp* v-Vehk? Vivec is it really y-you? Please tell me it’s you I can’t- I can’t tell what’s real anymore!

Vivec: *heavy bags under his eyes as they both slowly turn red and his forehead begins to split open* wake up.

Nerevar: no- no no don’t say that I am awake! Im awake!

“WAKE UP!!”

Nerevar: *shoots upright as he’s snapped back to reality via the sudden urge to use the bathroom* Hnuhhh? What?… *looks up to see himself back in the meeting room, just himself, Divayth, and vivec… and his hand in a cup of tea* what the?…

Divayth Fyr: oh good you’re awake, are you going to stay awake or are you going to slap vivec in the face for trying to wake you up again?

Nerevar: I? Wh-what? *looks at vivec*

Vivec: *looking just as exhausted as nerevar only now visibly irritated as he rubs his cheek* I found that document you wanted, are you awake now or should I hit you back?

Nerevar: I… I’m sorry… I- *rubs his face and leans over to vivec kissing his cheek, smiling as he smells his familiar scent of parchment, white musk and patchouli. The scent giving him tether back to reality, thin as a hair, but a tether no less* I’m just so tired…

Vivec: *smiles and leans into the kiss, knowing nerevars lips anywhere and enjoying the genuine warmth only they could have* me too… *sighs* me too…

Nerevar: *sits back on his cushion* What was the meeting plan again?

Vivec: house dres is unable to be present, house redoran has sent a secondary councillor as stand in, grain allocation and talk of what influence I may have in the temple, and- Oh! Ash yam wedges and fried scrib for lunch.

Divayth Fyr: *huffs* I was hoping for dipping noodles.

#fools prayer #voryn dagoth #nerevar #vivec

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camille-bee · 2 years

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Ep 1 we see viserys constantly defend daemon from the council and have his back until the heir for a day rumor. And daemon calling viserys weak and being upset because his own brother didn't trust him enough to name him his hand and then being exiled.

Ep 2 daemon stealing baelons dragon egg because he wants viserys attention and viserys was about to give him that attention until otto had to intervene. And then later in the ep daemon saying "he never knew how to be king" to corlys. And then corly egging daemon to fight the war on these stepstones and implying how weak viserys is as king but daemon having none of that shit even though daemon himself agrees.

Ep 3 as soon as viserys offers his help on the war daemon basically rejects the offer by going on a suicide mission and deciding to end the war on his terms.

Ep 4 daemon returns to kings landing, bows to his brother and they share a nice moment in the throne room and the garden. Later on, Daemon tells him that "he is king, his word should be law" and viserys calls him "a plague" and exiles him again.

Ep 5 even though he is exiled damon returns to kings landing and viserys let's him. Because at the end of the day they are still brothers.

Ep 6 daemon misses his family. And he is on a self imposed exile.

Ep 7 how the tables have turned. Viserys offers daemon a seat back on the council. He is the first to approach daemon. He is the first to offer a lifeline on their brotherhood. Daemon rejects him, almost cruelly. But he is acting from a place of hurt.

And then ep 8. Throughout the ep we see how daemon is constantly looking away from his brother, he can't stand to see him in such a fragile and weak state. When him and rhaenyra are in his bed chamber daemon goes straight to business because he doesn't want to acknowledge that viserys is nearing the end of his life. Viserys recognizing daemon and the relief and happiness when he sees him. Daemon fiercely protects his brother when alicent arrives making remarks on how she is "helping him". And then the throne scene... omg daemon helping his brother up, picking his crown up, both brothers walking side by side and viserys actually letting daemon help him. Once viserys realized it was daemon trying to help him, the way his body sags in relief.

Daemon putting the crown on viserys head... this is all daemon wanted. To be by his brothers side and help him. And I think for the first time daemon respects viserys as king.

I cannot believe the best scene for me in the show was improvised by matt and paddy 😭

#daemon targaryen #viserys targaryen #hotd #daemyra #house of the dragon

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Hi honey! It's been four days since the shadow and bone season 2 was released and I immediately fell in love with Paddy Gibson's Nikolai 🤭 (you can't blame me 💔) and since I'm feeling a bit smutty today.. Let's say that Queen Tatiana had a beautiful lady-in-waiting, she was a beautiful girl yeah? And then one day when the queen realized that she had too much ladies in waiting she decided to give one to Nikolai as a servant, thennn one evening (oh god here it goes) the servant went to Nikolai's chamber to ask if he needed anything else before she goes to bed, BUT NIKOLAI GREETED HERE WITH ONLY A BATHROBE (THAT SCENE IN EPISODE 3 WHEN ALINA SAW NIKOLAI SHIRTLESS) and then she was looking down trying not to make it awkward, thennnn after a long time having a crush on her he pulled her inside his chambers and then they ykk... And then after some time after doing IT they were like cuddling, and she was like 'aren't you worried that your mother will find about us?' And he was like 'Nah I don't give a fuck, I love you and that's all I need to know'

I'M REALLY BAD AT EXPLAINING BUT I SAW THAT ONE REQUEST BY A BLOG ABOUT NIKOLAI AND HIS SERVANT GETTING CAUGHT AND I CAN'T RESIST IMAGINING NIKOLAI IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH A SERVANT 🤭

this request was lovely and i really hope i got it right :'))))) (paddy's nikolai slays😩)

-> ridiculous, right?

#request #fanfiction #fanfic #nikolai lantsov x y/n #nikolai lanstov x reader #nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov x you #nikolai x you #nikolai x reader #nikolai x y/n

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Thanks again everyone who participated! With 69 (!) works we can definitely call it a success.

As promised, here is the completed masterlist, sorted by day. Of course you can also check out the complete AO3 collection!

day 1: watersports | humiliation | sounding

pressure (Johnny Cooper/Reg Seekings) by toastandjammies Fine Tuning (David Stirling/Doctor Gamal) by Butternuggets The Chamber Pot (Dave Kershaw/OFC) by Homeahoy trust me, i’m a professional (David Stirling/Doctor Gamal) by toastandjammies hello stranger (Johnny Cooper/Reg Seekings) by toastandjammies golden showers (David Stirling/Dave Kershaw) by booksoncanvas Warm Relief (Johnny Cooper/Reg Seekings) by Anonymous Sound Performance (Johnny Cooper/himself) by eoinmcgonigal A well-respected man (Dave Kershaw/Georges Bergé) by MsNorthWing you can’t have it all (Bill Fraser/Mike Sadler) by Mullein Did You Get What You Need? (Bill Fraser/Paddy Mayne/Eoin McGonigal) by RosesZirnheld the secret he carries between humiliations (Augustin Jordan/Paddy Mayne) by allmyloyaldead

day 2: exhibitionism | glory hole | frottage

If you wanna be a dog, act like a dog! (Paddy Mayne/Eoin Mcgonical) by DukeSoakedOats No Peeking (Johnny Cooper/Reg Seekings) by Butternuggets The edge of Glory (Paddy Mayne/Eoin McGonigal) by Homeahoy high on you (David Stirling/Doctor Gamal) by toastandjammies aubade (Augustin Jordan/Mike Sadler) by derry_rain Trysts Between The Canvas (Paddy Mayne/Eoin McGonigal) by MortuaryOfTheFiendish glory be to thee (Reg Seekings/David Stirling) by booksoncanvas Then he kissed me (Jim Almonds/Pat Riley) by MsNorthwing Getting Lucky (Johnny Cooper/Reg Seekings) by Anonymous Like What You See? (Johnny Cooper/Reg Seekings, Mike Sadler/David Stirling) by RosesZirnheld A Satisfying Place to Be (Pat Riley/OC) by eoinmcgonigal Unexpected Surprise (Dave Kershaw/Eoin McGonigal) by Homeahoy In a Heartbeat (Johnny Cooper/Reg Seekings) by eoinmcgonigal

day 3: fisting | orgasm denial | overstimulation

Naughty boys get punished (Eve Mansour/David Stirling) by Homeahoy never enough (Johnny Cooper/Reg Seekings) by toastandjammies You really got me (Dave Kershaw/Georges Bergé) by MsNorthwing Fistful Of Heaven (Johnny Cooper/Reg Seekings) by Anonymous sinner’s sweet song (Bill Fraser/David Stirling) by booksoncanvas holy smoke and sweet desire (Jim Almonds/Mike Sadler/Pat Riley) by Mullein ”Can you feel it?” (Bill Fraser/Mike Sadler) by eoinmcgonigal Noisy Neighbours! (Paddy Mayne/Eoin McGonigal) by RosesZirnheld My things aren’t ugly (Paddy Mayne/Eoin McGoningal) by DukeSoakedOats

day 4: asphyxiation | 69 | face sitting

If I were to die a happy man (Johnny Cooper/Reg Seekings) by Homeahoy picture perfect (Johnny Cooper/Reg Seekings) by toastandjammies nose job (Johnny Cooper/Reg Seekings) by toastandjammies I Love You Every Way Baby (Jim Almonds/Pat Riley) by RosesZirnheld A Better Use (Mike Sadler/David Stirling) by eoinmcgonigal The Killing Moon (Eve Mansour/David Stirling) by MsNorthwing Choking on You (Johnny Cooper/Reg Seekings) by Anonymous whatever she desires (Eve Mansour/David Stirling) by booksoncanvas interlude (Mike Sadler/Reg Seekings) by derry_rain day 5: sex pollen | knotting | tentacles

Home Is You (Paddy Mayne/Eoin McGonigal) by Butternuggets The werewolves lover (Mirren Barford/Jock Lewes) by Homeahoy Whole lotta love (David Stirling/Doctor Gamal) by MsNorthwing law of nature (Johnny Cooper/Reg Seekings) by toastandjammies Transposition (Paddy Mayne/Eoin McGonigal) by eoinmcgonigal The Shallow Deep Sea (Johnny Cooper/Reg Seekings) by Anonymous yet still steadfast (Paddy Mayne/Mike Sadler) by derry_rain Just use me please (Paddy Mayne/Eoin McGonigal, Paddy Mayne/David Stirling, Eve Mansour/Eoin McGonigal) by DukeSoakedOats You’re Knot Going Anywhere (Dave Kershaw/David Stirling) by RosesZirnheld subservient (Paddy Mayne/Eoin McGonigal/David Stirling) by booksoncanvas day 6: spitroasting | object insertion | spanking

From Paris with love (Augustin Jordan/André Zirnheld/Walter Essner) by Homeahoy Reach your hand to me, my friend (Paddy Mayne/EoinMcGonigal) by Lamina2505 excitable boy (Johnny Cooper/Reg Seekings) by toastandjammies Pure morning (Jim Almonds/Jock Lewes/Mirren Barford) by MsNorthwing Me, Inside You; You, Inside Me (Johnny Cooper/Reg Seekings) by Anonymous How To Make Your Boyfriend Less Stressed (Jim Amonds/Jock Lewes/Pat Riley) by RosesZirnheld A Loser’s Victory (Jim Almonds/Johnny Cooper) by eoinmcgonigal you can come back another day (Eve Mansour/Mike Sadler, Eve Mansour/Mike Sadler/OMC) by derry_rain day 7: free space

better pray for your sins (David Stirling/Dudley Clarke) by toastandjammies Desert Views (David Stirling/Doctor Gamal) by Homeahoy Lovesong (Augustin Jordan/Paddy Mayne) by MsNorthwing Sharp Change (Paddy Mayne/Mike Sadler) by eoinmcgonigal Where Anyone Can See? (Jock Lewes/David Stirling) by RosesZirnheld Toe to Toe (Johnny Cooper/Reg Seekings) by Anonymous silk (Mike Sadler) by derry_rain Girly Show (Johnny Cooper/Reg Seekings) by eoinmcgonigal

#sas rogue heroes #sas kink heroes #masterlist

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ougonnotaiyou · 1 year

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I just had to tie these two scenes together.

The parallels between them are uncanny! 😍

And I still get chills everytime I hear “Viserys Targaryen, the First of His Name, King of the Andals, and the Roynar, and the First Men...” 🤩

I can’t decide which version is better, Paddy’s own voice or the Kingsguard knight’s one. Both are equally amazing.

Also, take note that here Rhaenys bowed to the King along with everyone in the Throne chamber. She acknowledged the royal authority of Viserys but she didn’t bend the knee to Rhaenyra later in the 10th episode.

#viserys targaryen #paddy considine #rhaenyra targaryen #milly alcock #emma d'arcy #daemon targaryen #matt smith #rhaenys targaryen #eve best #steve toussaint #corlys velaryon #house of the dragon #hotd #it got me chills #these scenes are amazing #wow #myedit #myvideo

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van1lla-v1lla1n · 5 months

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writing pattern game

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns! (from most recent to least recent, starting from the top)

tagged by @jaynovz :) (this was a fun exercise, thank you Jay!)

1. so violence begets violence (black sails silverflint)

“Attend to me in my cabin,” Flint said to Silver, presumptuous as ever, though his haughtiness had taken on this haunted glint.

2. upon my mother's breast (hotd rhaenicent)

“You know there’s another passageway, like the one from your chambers, that leads to the queen’s,” Daemon said.

3. the secret he carries between humiliations (sas rogue heroes mayne/jordan)

“Jordan,” Paddy said, feigning French. “Come.”

4. parity (black sails silverflint)

As if by some act of God they had escaped the doldrums.

5. the green fields we might visit (the terror irving/tozer femslash)

“It seems the prodigal Tozer girl is back again,” Georgie Kingston whispered into her ear.

6. a dusk holiday (sas rogue heroes mayne/sadler)

“Ever fuck a mate, Paddy Mayne?”

7. the violence of vulnerability (reylo??)

After he destroyed the holding cell that had been meant for the scavenger, Kylo managed to wrest back some semblance of control.

8. MTN DEW BAJA BLAST FREEZE-ARITA (the terror taco bell au asl;fh)

“You’re a glorified bean rehydrator, Cornelius."

9. the wilderness that waits (the terror armitozer)

Too many days out with hunting parties and Tozer, blind from all the white, had to submit to being led back to the ships.

10. selfish (the boys maeve/butcher)

It was their shared hate that had made Maeve lean in the first time, the cruel curl of Butcher’s mouth when he thought of killing Homelander.

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(technically i skipped my most recent fic, which is anne/max, bc the first line is an outright mention of sexual assault which i can't tag for very well here)

more of these kick off with dialogue than i'd've expected! looking back further i feel like it's a recent shift, but then almost all of these are shortish one-shots, and starting with dialogue feels like a quick way to get things moving, both narratively and for me in the actual act of writing them?

consider this a free-for-all tag if you'd like to partake in this game! (& feel free to tag me if you do so i can see yours <3)

#tag game #i wrote this #the way i put this into drafts and then just. forgot about it for days. oops

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scotianostra · 8 months

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On August 16th 1944, John Logie Baird gave the world's first demonstration of a practical fully electronic colour television display.

After Baird had invented the first ever television, Marconi beat him to be the one that the BBC used for their broadcasting system, a lesser man could have been deflated and pursued other projects, Baird embraced the opportunities, he had already dabbled with colour TV in his labs in July 1928. Ronald F. Tiltman, who later wrote a book about Baird, witnessed the first demonstration at the Long Acre laboratory in 1928. He said that

‘the vivid reality of the colourings seen on the receiving screen was quite remarkable. When the human face was transmitted it showed a delicate pink, while a protruding tongue showed a deeper pink, the subject also tied scarves of various colours round the head and then placed on a policeman’s blue helmet, and each colour came through clearly. A bunch of blue flowers, and another of red roses, appeared in amazingly vivid fashion and as near the original shades as could be determined.’

In 1929 Baird provided the first-ever BBC television programme, in black-and-white, which led to half-hour programmes five mornings a week, and in 1931 screened the Derby, with much favourable publicity.

In addition, Baird built TV outside broadcast vans and RF link lines into self-developed television projectors in cinemas with up to 3,000 seats, the economic use of which was thwarted by the beginning of the Second World War. By this time Baird realised that the future belonged to fully electronic television. On 16 August 1944, he gave the world’s first demonstration of a fully electronic colour television display.

The first pic shows the image of actress Paddy Naismith was used that day to show the pictures, pic two is the oldest surviving colour television in the world manufactured in 1946 by General Electric in the USA for the Columbia Broadcasting Service (CBS), the GE 950. CBS had been experimenting with Baird’s ideas for colour television for some time, and by 1946 were confident of obtaining a broadcasting licence. So confident, they began advertising the TV set the first colour television produced for the consumer market. However, if it was used at all, it can only have been to receive demonstration broadcasts, because on 30th January 1947, CBS was refused a licence for colour broadcasting by the Federal Communications Commission. With nothing to receive, the GE 950 can never have been sold, but guess where you can find it? Yes Scotland at The National Museum on Chambers Street Edinburgh.

#scottish #scotland #history #inventor #television

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Pittsburgh’s MELT Airs Astounding New Spin, ‘Replica of Man’

~Doomed & Stoned Debuts~

By Billy Goate

Armageddon, religion, technology, shame and greed -- here's a band dealing with some heavy lyrical themes, and doing it with excellence. It's prog-stoner metal trio MELT from the Steel City, and today they're giving us an advance listen to the upcoming album, 'Replica of Man' (2023)

The album opens with narration from an interview long past from the incredible age of Pandora's Box tampering that the 20th century was: "The concept of the thinking machine has been man's dream for centuries, also his nightmare." To accompany this roving commentary on creeping technocracy, the bass slaps out a wicked jazzy stoner groove with vivacity and conviction. By the time drums join in earnest, it feels like we're in Prodigy territory, with metal vocals and doomy riffs. Recording engineer Nate Campisi takes great care in capturing a lusty sound from all of the instruments, and this serves as a captivating vessel for the message:

It fulfills the prophecy Unstoppable technology Steel has seized the upper hand We concede as it commands It’s too late to intervene Mating man with machine No forgiveness for the damned Heed the replica of man

Indeed, we are several chapters deep into a fledgling Technological State and already the human animal is being stretched and contorted in ways that are alien to his nature, but somehow pleasing to the great labyrinth of circuits that make up our computers and smartphones. It's no longer fodder for fun sci-fi blockbusters like Terminator, but an urgent question for our time as to what makes us truly thrive as human beings and how technology can assist us toward that end, not hurt us. Obviously, the band struck a chord with me straight away!

"It isn’t passive music," remarks frontman Joey Troupe. "It has weight, inertia and leaves a mark. We are writing the soundtrack to global annihilation. That includes elements of destruction, despair, gratitude and sometimes, hope."

Elsewhere on the album, the band conjures Lucifer's Friend vibes on "Problem Child" and "Skeleton Girl" exhibits an infectious nu-metal energy -- both captured within a cocoon of fuzzy low-end and performed with all the vibrancy of the garage experience. "Swamp Water" is a good, old-fashioned swampy stoner romp that would make a good companion to Weed Is Weed's "Alligator Crawl." And "Shame" would fit in great with the likes of Mudhoney and Coal Chamber.

The album closer is bathed in dank, watery shadows, with a grungy, forlorn bass groove. It's called "Hive Mind" and lives in the neighborhood of Black Sabbath and Electric Wizard. The song is about how the secrets of life evade us because we're stuck in rigid mindsets ("Sacrament is our demise"), and struggle to find a meaningful role in this artificial maze of concrete and asphalt ("Disguised by life, destroyed by time"). At least that's my interpretation. As I said, the lyrics are thought provoking -- but there's no mistaking the last lines of the track:

We all seek a higher mind So take your breath and blaze a fire Take flight. Ignite. Leave them all behind

Melt's Replica of Man is a virtuosic blend of influences, captivating themes, and crisp, joyful musicianship. Out Friday, July 7th (pre-order here). Stick it on a playlist with Snail, GoodEye, Rickshaw Billie's Burger Patrol, Null, and Deep Purple.

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Replica of Man by Melt

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Melt is a Pittsburgh-based fuzz rock band formed by Joey Troupe, J.J. Young, and James May – three seasoned musicians with a diverse range of experience in the music industry.

Joey Troupe (lead guitar/vocals) has played in various bands around the city since 2007, including Blackbird Pie, The Electric Pear, and Paddy the Wanderer — which released several LPs and EPs, toured regionally, and had a song featured on a Netflix series.

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J.J. Young (drums) has played in or appeared with over 10 different musical projects, including Fortune Teller, Daisy Chain, and his own solo project, BITE. He is also a co-founder of Steel City Death Club, a Pittsburgh music multimedia collective.

James May (bass/vocals) started Aberrant Kingdom in 2008 and has also played with Spare Arrows. In July 2021, Melt released their self-titled debut and performed live for the first time, quickly making a name for themselves in Pittsburgh music for their lively stage presence and unique extraterrestrial-inspired aesthetic.

Since, the band has headlined shows across the region, been named the WYEP Artists of the Week, held a featured spot on the Deutschtown Music Festival mainstage, and opened for Silver Synthetic of Third Man Records. Their second studio album, Replica of Man, will be released July 7, 2023.

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