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tarotwithavi · 8 months

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Sun in Signs

The Sun sign in astrology represents a person's core identity, ego, and the essence of their character.

Sun in Aries

Sun in Aries individuals have a fiery and dynamic personality that comes with its fair share of strengths and challenges. On the positive side, these people are natural-born leaders, brimming with energy, enthusiasm, and a go-getter attitude. They're not afraid to take risks, and their determination is off the charts. They're adventurous and thrive in competitive situations, often pushing the boundaries to achieve their goals. Their straightforwardness can be refreshing, and they're known for their honesty and authenticity. However, his same boldness can sometimes tip into impatience and impulsivity. They might rush into decisions without considering all the consequences and can have a bit of a short fuse when things don't go their way. Also, they may struggle with listening to others' viewpoints, as their assertiveness can sometimes overshadow empathy.

Song : King's Affirmations by Iniko

Sun in Taurus

People born with the Sun in Taurus are like the dependable rocks of the zodiac. On the positive side, they're known for their unwavering determination and reliability. When they set their sights on a goal, you can bet they'll see it through, no matter how long it takes. They're patient as all get-out, which can be a blessing when others are losing their cool. Taurus folks are also practical and down-to-earth, making them great at handling their finances and building a stable, comfortable life. Taurus has a stubborn streak wider than a bull's back. When they dig in their heels, it's tough to sway them, even if they're heading in the wrong direction. Their love for comfort can make them a bit lazy and resistant to change, causing them to miss out on new opportunities. Plus, their attachment to material possessions can sometimes veer into materialism, making them a bit possessive.

Song : Circus by Britney Spears

Sun in Gemini

Sun in Gemini individuals are like a two-sided coin, always flipping between their challenging and positive traits. On the sunny side, these folks are the life of the party, chatty and sociable, making friends faster than you can say "Gemini." Their curiosity knows no bounds, and they're quick thinkers, always ready with a witty remark or a clever solution to a problem. But, flip that coin, and you'll find their challenging side. Gemini Suns can be scatterbrained, easily bored, and prone to gossip. They might struggle with commitment, flitting from one interest to another like a butterfly. In relationships, their duality can be a blessing or a curse, depending on the day. So, with a Gemini Sun, it's a mixed bag of tricks, but there's never a dull moment when they're around. I have also seen that the sun in Gemini people have a lot of hobbies and things they like to do in their free time.

Song : Clumsy by Fergie

Sun in Cancer

Having the Sun in Cancer means these people are incredibly nurturing and empathetic. Their strong love for family is what makes them amazing. Their intuition and emotional depth make them great listeners and friends, and they often have a deep sense of loyalty and dedication. They're also creative and have a vivid imagination, which can lead to wonderful artistic endeavors and a knack for creating a cozy, inviting atmosphere in their homes. In a nutshell, Sun in Cancer folks bring a whole lot of heart and warmth to the table, even if they have their share of challenges. These individuals can sometimes be a tad too sensitive, wearing their hearts on their sleeves. They're prone to mood swings and may retreat into their shell when faced with criticism or conflict, making communication tricky at times. And their strong attachment to family can sometimes lead to them being overly protective, making it challenging for loved ones to have their own space.

Song : Luna by Iniko

Sun in Leo

Individuals with the Sun in Leo possess a natural magnetic charm and a zest for life that's hard to miss. On the positive side, they exude confidence, which often translates into leadership roles where they excel. Their radiant charisma draws people in, making them wonderful friends and partners. Creativity flows through their veins, making them shine in the performing arts or any field where self-expression is key. However, the challenges lie in their constant need for attention and admiration. This can sometimes be perceived as self-centeredness or arrogance. Their strong-willed nature can border on bossiness, as they prefer to be in control. Striking a balance between their desire for the spotlight and consideration for others' feelings can be their life's ongoing challenge. These people can shine anywhere and anytime.

Song: Me too by Meghan Trainor

Sun in Virgo

People with the Sun in Virgo are like the detail-oriented perfectionists of the zodiac. On the bright side, they're incredibly organized and practical, the type who'll always have a plan. They're reliable, the ones you can count on to get things done right. Their sharp minds make them excellent problem solvers and analytical thinkers. They are really calm and like to observe their surroundings. They pay attention to the nitty-gritty, making them superb at any task that requires precision. However, their quest for perfection can sometimes tip over into nitpicking. They might be a bit too critical, not just of themselves but of others too. They're the kings and queens of worrying, always thinking about what could go wrong. Striking a balance between their high standards and a more relaxed approach to life is their lifelong challenge.

Song : Girls like me don't cry by Thuy

Sun in Libra

These people are all about balance and harmony. On the positive side, they're the peacemakers of the zodiac, always striving to keep things fair and pleasant. They've got an innate sense of justice and are fantastic at seeing both sides of any situation. Plus, they're charming as heck and can charm the socks off just about anyone. They know how to rock every outfit and hairstyle. They love art, beauty, and all things aesthetically pleasing, often having a great sense of style. However, the flip side is their indecisiveness. They can be so focused on avoiding conflict that they sometimes struggle to make decisions, even the small ones. They might also bend over backward to please others, sometimes forgetting their own needs. They might struggle with expectations. They act how they're expected to rather than being their own self. Sometimes they might come off as "Fake" according to some people.

Song: Scars to your beautiful by Alessia Cara

Sun in Scorpio

Sun in Scorpio people are a real enigma, let me tell you. On the plus side, they've got this intense, magnetic vibe that draws people to them like moths to a flame. They're passionate and fiercely loyal, making them amazing friends and partners. When they set their sights on something, they go all in, and their determination can move mountains. They're like a detective in their own lives, digging deep to uncover hidden truths, which can be a superpower in relationships or any mystery-solving situation. Their intensity can sometimes come off as intimidating or even a bit obsessive. They don't do anything halfway, which can lead to power struggles or jealousy in relationships. They also have severe trust issues. It's all about finding that balance between diving deep and not getting lost in the shadows. They also have a tendency to hide things. And they'll rarely ever invite you to their place.

Song : Heathens by Twenty one Pilots

Sun in Sagittarius

People with the Sun in Sagittarius are like adventurers of the zodiac. They're all about exploration and expansion. On the positive side, they're enthusiastic, optimistic, and love a good adventure. They have a thirst for knowledge and are always eager to learn something new. Their sense of humor is infectious, and they're great at lifting spirits. They can sometimes become restless or overly blunt in their honesty. They can sometimes seem tactless because they value truth over sugarcoating. Commitment can also be a bit tricky for them, as they often crave freedom and don't like feeling tied down. So, they're a bundle of fun and adventure, but sometimes they need a little grounding. They have a hard time taking orders from people. They are the type of people who'll Quit their 9 to 5 job and start their own business on a random day because they got bored of their routine. They'll never do something they don't love as a career.

Song : price tag by Jessie J

Sun in Capricorn

People with the Sun in Capricorn are like the ultimate goal-setters and go-getters. On the bright side, they're responsible, practical, and hardworking individuals. They're the ones who'll climb the career ladder with determination and discipline. They've got this natural sense of ambition that's admirable. They're reliable friends and partners, always there when you need them. But they can sometimes come off as too serious or even a tad bit workaholic. Their drive for success might make them seem a bit distant, and they can struggle with letting loose and having fun. They also find it difficult to talk about their feelings. And they'll always prioritise their career/job/profession over anything else. They have mad respect for their work and do it with full determination.

Song : High Hopes by Panic! At the Disco

Sun in Aquarius

People with the Sun in Aquarius are a unique breed. On the upside, they're the free spirits of the zodiac, always marching to the beat of their own drum. They're innovative thinkers, often ahead of their time, and they love shaking things up with their progressive ideas. They are also humanitarian.These are the friends you want for stimulating conversations and brainstorming sessions. They're super open-minded and accepting of others' quirks. They can sometimes come off as aloof or emotionally detached. They value their independence fiercely, sometimes to the point of seeming distant. They might even be seen as a bit rebellious, challenging the status quo just for the fun of it. However I have also seen people dislike them for no apparent reason. Maybe it's because they are so different and others have a hard time understanding them.

Song : Yosemite by Iniko

Sun in Pisces

People with the Sun in Pisces are like the dreamers of the zodiac. Honestly I think they should be fantasy writers. On the positive side, they're incredibly compassionate and empathetic, always willing to lend a listening ear or a helping hand. They have this innate ability to understand the unspoken emotions of others. Their creativity knows no bounds, often channeled into arts, music, or imaginative pursuits. They're like a sponge, soaking up vibes and feelings from their surroundings. But, there's a challenging side too. Their sensitivity can be a double-edged sword, as they easily get overwhelmed by the harsh realities of the world. Sometimes, they might struggle with setting boundaries and end up feeling drained. They find it difficult to live in the "practical World".

Song : Jericho by Iniko

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mangosmootji · 2 months

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Chapter 1 | Memento Mori

“Remember you must die”

18+ fic, minors do not interact!

Fic summary: The Red Keep stood tall on Aegon’s hill. It used to house the nobles of the realm in the old histories of Westeros but now it was home to the Targaryen family, tainting its red color with their dark and gloom. The Targaryens were a family plagued with rumors, drama and perhaps even the supernatural. It doesn’t help that King’s Landing has been plagued with murders ever since their arrival. Once a month on the morning of the first full moon a body turns up in the Blackwater Bay and everyone suspects it is the mysterious family living in isolation, safe from the horrors that plague the city.

Your father, a well-known businessman and a lover of mysteries, had received a letter from Lady Alicent Hightower that contained a marriage proposal. She wished to marry you to one of her sons who had both recently come of age like you. Your father itched at the opportunity to unravel the mysteries of the Targaryen family and immediately sent you on your way as a future bride and with a mission: uncover the secrets of the most prestigious family in the kingdom.

Chapter summary: You arrive at the Red Keep. You meet the strange family and try to get along with your distant and secretive fiancé. Meanwhile another body is found in Blackwater bay. Chapter warnings/tags: Mentions of death, gore, corpses, organs, profanities, canon typical incest, the supernatural, betrothal, family drama, family secrets if any of these things are not to your liking/ are triggering i recommend not to read it! Word count: 5.2k Rigor Mortis Masterlist | Main Masterlist

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“They say the castle is haunted, my dear sister.” Your older brother teased with a large, shit-eating grin. The two of you were being escorted to King’s Landing, the capital of Westeros, in a cramped black carriage pulled by two large black horses. The inside of the carriage was small and you had been practically squeezed up against your brother the whole ride. The cushions were covered in a dark purple velvet while the rest of the inside was painted black.

Heavy rain splattered against the roof and the window of the carriage and you pitied the coachman that drove it. It had been raining all day long. Your mother used to say rain was a bad omen, that monsters were able to lurk amongst the normal people due to the lack of sunlight and the gloomy atmosphere. However, your mother had also been sent to an asylum a few years ago. As much as you wanted to, you never visited, terrified of finding out what they did to her there. It started off with a doctor’s recommendation to visit the seaside to clear your mother’s mind but that coastal visit had quickly turned into a one way journey to the ‘madhouse’ on the Arbor. Despite all of this you were certain of one thing. Your mother wasn’t a lunatic.

It bothered you and your father more than it did your brother. Your brother and you never truly got along. Your older brother was blinded by greed, he was the heir to your father’s company and would inherit everything once your father passed. If anything, it was your brother that was the black sheep of the family, always preferring the company of his lousy, rich friends over you and your parents. You and your father, however, had always gotten along well. He would tell you stories of great mysteries and detectives or sometimes about the world outside of Westeros. You liked stories, whether they were fake or not. Despite all the stories your father and mother had told you, you never believed in the supernatural. You knew the human mind worked in peculiar ways and would often fill in the blanks if someone didn’t understand what they were seeing. Human creativity was both a blessing and a curse.

“I doubt the castle is haunted, dearest brother. They are just ghost stories to keep unwanted visitors away.”

You didn’t even know why your brother had insisted on travelling with you. Perhaps he got a sick kick out of giving you away to a bunch of rich strangers, never to be seen again.

“You’re no fun. I can’t even scare you properly-”

He was cut off by the carriage shaking for a moment and you could feel the left back wheel get stuck in a pot hole. The carriage was slanted and you felt yourself lean towards the lower point. You cursed under your breath and stared at your brother for a few seconds as if to urge him to go check it out but he didn’t move. You crawled over him and opened the door of the carriage and hopped out yourself. You immediately cringed when you felt the mud stain your new proper black boots and the bottom of the skirt of your deep blue dress. You held it up as best as you could and walked around to the back of the carriage to find the coach man inspecting the wheel. The old man was soaked to the bone due to the heavy rain and the pity you felt for him only worsened. “Can’t the horses pull it out?” You asked him as you turned your gaze to the wheel as well. The pothole was rather deep, not to mention slippery because of the dirt turning into a muddy puddle. The old coachman shook his head and took off his black top hat to run his hand through his thin grey hair. “No Lady, someone must push the carriage from behind as well. It is too slippery for the wheel to roll out properly.”

You let out a frustrated groan and stomped back to the carriage door and peeked your head back through the door. Your brother’s gaze fell upon you and he grinned.

“Benjamen, I need you to push the carriage out of the pothole.”

“Why do I have to do that?”

“Because you’re a man and you’re stronger than me.”

Benjamen rolled his eyes and glanced up and down, scanning your already soaked and dirty attire. His lips curled back up into a shit eating grin and crossed his arms over his chest.

“You’re already soaked and dirty, you do it.”

You groaned at his childish attitude and slammed the small door of the carriage shut. Once you were behind the carriage again you glanced at the wheel and sighed. The pothole was filled with a watery muddy puddle and you grimaced. The coachman’s brows furrowed when he saw you outside again.

‘He pities you’ You cringed at the thought.

“We should move the carriage now. I shall push it.” You replied, trying to seem as calm and confident as you could. You wore your best dress today but it didn’t matter anymore. The bottom of the long blue dress was soiled with mud while the rest of your dress was starting to get soaked. If only you had invested in a waxed cloak.

The coachman reluctantly nodded and walked back around the carriage to sit down at the front and spur the two horses in. Once you noticed the horses trying to pull the carriage you placed your hands flat against the back of the carriage and pushed with all your might. It was tedious and heavy but once you felt the carriage move forward you let out a sigh in relief and kept pushing until the wheel was fully out of the pothole and it came to a halt so you could re enter.

As you stepped back into the carriage you could hear your brother Benjamen snicker at the state you were in. You sat back down and ignored him for the rest of the bumpy ride to the Red Keep. You only listened when he said the city of King’s Landing came into view. The city was old and incredibly large. It had a harbour on the south side of the city where the narrow sea turned into a river and the city was built on three hills. Rhaenys’ hill, where a large abandoned structure stood that once had the name ‘The Dragonpit’. You had read the old rulers of the city used to hold gladiator fights or host trials by combat in it. People believed it was now haunted, sometimes disgruntled screams could be heard coming from the ruin and people avoided it at all cost if they could. The second hill of the city was Visenya’s hill, a tall hill that housed the great sept of Baelor. It was a tall gothic structure with seven crystal towers to represent the seven gods. It was an old building covered in details of the seven pointed star, the main symbol of the religion. Then, finally, there was Aegon’s hill. Aegon’s hill housed the large castle that was called ‘The Red Keep’, your future home. It was a grand structure located on the south east of the city. It had many tall towers that overlooked the beautiful, yet treacherous narrow sea. It was said that ever since the Targaryens took residency in the Keep the sea had become more wild and stormy as if it was protesting against them.

The carriage entered the city through the north western gate that was famously dubbed the Dragon’s gate. You had hoped the ride would be less bumpy now that you had finally left the King’s Road but you were wrong. It was clear the city structures and the cobblestone roads were neglected, to say it nicely. As you peeked through the window of the small carriage you could see the people living in poverty, especially once the carriage rode onto the street of the sisters and past the city district that was named ‘Flea bottom’, or so your brother had told you. The more uphill the carriage got, the wealthier the city folk became. The streets were deserted due to the rain but you could still peek through the windows of some of the houses and gawk at the interiors or occasionally the people themselves.

They were dressed like you, well, the women were. Their lavish dresses that reached the floor were in various colours. Most of them are darker colours but if the fabric was lighter the colour was muted and desaturated.

The castle gates of King’s Landing came into view and the structure seemed even larger when you stood close to it. The carriage came to a halt and you saw the coachman open the door to let you and your brother out. You saw the family standing in a part of the courtyard that was roofed over, safe from the heavy rain and looking at the carriage in anticipation. As you glanced down at your dirty cloak and dress you could feel your cheeks heating up, your hair most likely looked like a mess as well due to the rain, though it did have time to dry in the carriage. If it couldn’t get any worse you saw a bright flash in the sky followed by a loud rumbling boom a few seconds later.

Benjamen urged you to leave the carriage so you did, finally released from the cramped space. You took in the sight of the family again. A woman, clearly the mother, though still young, stood in the middle of the group. She had beautiful auburn hair braided into a delicate hairstyle. It looked complex yet elegant and if it weren’t for the horrible weather you assumed it would usually be worn with a garden hat or a bonnet. Her dress was large and ruffled. It was black and dark green, which you found quite bold. After all, your nanny had always taught you black dresses should only be worn with light colours and white dresses should be worn with darker colours. To her right stood an older man who had the same hazel coloured eyes as her. He was a tall man and wore a high black top hat. His entire outfit was dark, from his long frock coat to his shoes. The only white piece of clothing he wore was his shirt which could barely be seen due to his many layers of clothing. Resting under the man’s was a cane with beautiful golden details. You had quickly figured out the two standing in the middle were Otto- and Alicent Hightower, your future grandfather- and mother-in-law.

The other members of the family all had beautiful silver blonde coloured hair. Next to Otto stood a beautiful girl in a pale purple dress. The dress had many frilly details and ruffles. It complimented her violet eyes well. She was a little plump and her long silver hair was curled and up in a bun that was less complicated than her mother’s bun. You still thought she looked extremely elegant, especially with the white and purple flowers in her hair that served as accessories.

Next to the pretty young lady, on her left, stood a tired looking male. His silver blonde hair was unkempt and grew a little past his jawline. His eyes were plagued by dark circles and the mustard coloured double breasted vest he wore made him look ill. The vest had a darked mustard colour stripes and fitted his figure quite well, unlike his jacket. It was too large and boxy, something that would be worn 30 years ago maybe. The mustard yellow colour made his violet eyes look darker and less noticeable compared to the people you assumed were the man’s siblings.

On the far right of the group, the opposite side of the tired looking man stood a guard in uniform. The man’s skin was tan and he had dark hair that was combed back. He sported a moustache and a beard, though both were quite short and were only noticeable due to the dark colour of the hairs. His uniform coat was white with silver details and his pants a greyish colour. The man’s arms were large and you assumed he must be close to the family if they allowed him to stand beside him like that.

Finally, the man between Alicent and the Guard stood out the most to you. He was taller than most of his family members and had a sharp jawline. He had long straight silver blonde hair like the rest of his siblings and his outfit was dark with hints of green, like his mother’s. Unlike the tired looking man his coat fitted him perfectly. It accentuated his waist and shoulders well and made him look elegant. The thing that stood out the most though was the ‘subtle’ scarring on the left side of his face. It was a thin shaky line that went from his cheek, over his eye and then stopped at his forehead. In the place where his eye was supposed to be was a glass eye but instead of it having an iris and a pupil it was completely white. His left eyelid twitched occasionally, as if it wasn’t used to the glass eye yet. He was beautiful, yet his intense gaze sent shivers down your spine. He was studying your every move, you could feel it.

You knew you had to marry one of the brothers, but you had no idea which one yet. Judging by the two silver haired men you didn’t want to marry either. There was something eerie about this family and you couldn’t seem to shake the feeling.

You could hear your brother behind you step out of the carriage and he followed you as you walked towards the family. As you were to introduce yourself, Benjamen beat you to it.

“It is an honour to meet you all. Please let me introduce my dearest sister to you all.”

Benjamen politely bowed with an arm tucked over his stomach and you bowed as well. You told them your name and Alicent pulled you under the roofed area in a gentle manner.

“You poor thing, you’re completely soaked.” She cupped your face in her hands and inspected it with a large, proud smile. “You’re truly as beautiful as your father claimed in his letters.”

Alicent turned to look at the guard and nodded at him. “Ser Criston, please tell the maids to prepare a nice warm bath for the poor girl. We wouldn’t want her to fall ill because of this weather.”

The guard sternly nodded his head, turned around and entered the castle. You turned to look back at your brother who was eagerly (too eagerly, in your opinion) helping the coachman unload your wooden trunks from the carriage. You had taken most of your belongings with you, for starters, you didn’t own a lot of large lavish dresses and Alicent had assured in her letter that your future husband would order some for you as soon as you arrived.

Benjamen returned and roughly patted your shoulder as if you were one of his male companions. You winched and shot him a quick glare which he returned with a taunting grin.

“I shall miss you dearly, sister. Make sure you write home so father won’t miss you too much.” Benjamen said and roughly patted your shoulder again.

‘Dickhead…’

“She will be in good hands, Lord Benjamen. We take good care of our ladies.” The man with the scarred cheek said, the tone of his voice was icy and you could hear the passive aggressiveness in it. He was belittling your older brother and you had to stifle a laugh. It was a clear jab at Benjamen’s rude behaviour towards you. While you tried not to laugh, the tired looking brother let out a snort that he quickly tried to hide with a cough. Both Otto and Alicent sent the two men a warning gaze before looking back at Benjamin who’s cocky grin had been replaced with a scowl.

“Do not fret brother, I will be in good hands and I shall write plenty.”

You, reluctantly, hugged your brother goodbye and watched as he stepped into the small carriage. The coachman sat on his seat in front of the carriage and took off his tophat to wave at you. He spurred the horses on and you watched as the carriage walked through the gates and a loud boom of thunder could be heard again. The gates closed behind them and only now it had dawned on you that you were all alone in a castle with mysterious strangers.

You felt Alicent’s hand gently rest on your shoulder.

“Don’t worry dear, Aemond shall take good care of you.”

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The room they had given you was spacious. It had a dark wood king size bed with pale blue silk covers. The furniture was in the same dark wood and detailed style as the bed. There were many items in the room. In the corner near the fireplace there was a large white porcelain vase with blue details painted on it. Instead of flowers the vase held many beautiful and neat peacock feathers. The vase might’ve lacked flowers but the rest of the room did not. The table had a centrepiece with the Bay Rose Rhododendron as its main flower. It made you frown. You walked up to the flower and inspected the pale pink petals. You were no expert in the language of flowers but you knew what this one meant.

Danger. Beware

The other flowers in the piece did nothing to ease your worries. The person that had put together the flowers had made it very clear they wanted to warn you for something.

You opened one of your wooden trunks and rummaged through it until you had found what you were looking for. An empty leather notebook, the dip pen your mother had given you and a regular pot of ink. You sat down at the table where the centrepiece stood and scribbled down the flowers that were in it with the different meanings.

- Afternoon, the fifth day of the first month of the year 1871 -

Bay Rose Rhododendron - Danger. Beware.

Cypress - Death. Mourning.

White Catchfly - Betrayal.

Creeping Cereus - Horror.

You softly blew on the ink in your notebook to make it dry quicker and hid the notebook back into the wooden trunk. Your father had gifted the notebook to you before you left. He was enthusiastic when he had gotten the proposal of Alicent to marry you to one of her sons. Not only would this strengthen his business’ reputation but it also meant insight into the mysterious Targaryen family. He wanted you to log your findings in a notebook like the detectives in the stories he told you about when you were younger.

No one knew where they came from centuries ago. It was almost as if they had appeared out of thin air. Your father was rich but compared to him they were filthy rich. Their ancestors had bought the Red Keep and had resided there ever since. There were many rumours about the family. Some believed they were vampires, stalking through the dead of night and looking for their victims in the city of King’s Landing.

Others believed them to be shape-shifting beasts, ghouls, werewolves or even the undead. You had met them only a few hours ago and you could say with certainty that they were neither undead, beasts or ghouls. Not that you believed the other supernatural rumours.

There were plenty of non-supernatural rumours about them that were equally distasteful. Some said ‘they liked to keep the family pure’. Inbreeding was one of the main things they were accused of but they never confirmed nor denied it.

The most well-known rumour about the Targaryens had to be the one relating to the cases of dead bodies found in the Blackwater bay. No one knew exactly when it started but one thing they knew for sure was that it didn’t happen before the Targaryens appeared in King’s Landing. Well, it didn’t happen before in a pattern.

Every morning after the first full moon of the month a body would be found dead in Blackwater bay. It had been happening for a century at this point and every time it was the same. The body would be found with no eyes and no one could find anything on the body that pointed towards murder. No stab wounds, no bruises, no nothing. Even the empty eye sockets showed no signs of violence. As if someone surgically removed them without a trace.

People didn’t go out on full moons, no one did. Even the animals like house cats or even stray cats found shelter somewhere inside. There weren't a lot of things the people knew about the mysterious deaths, only that they knew the Targaryen family had something to do with it.

“Do you like the flowers, dear?”

Alicent’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You hadn’t even noticed you were staring at the flowers that contained the ill message.You sheepishly nodded and forced yourself to smile.

“I do, my lady.”

“Please, call me Alicent, dear. I hope you are eventually able to call me mother as well.” Alicent chuckled and walked further into the room and motioned at the centrepiece. “Helaena arranged them for you. She is a wonderful girl and so incredibly creative.” Alicent beamed as she spoke of her daughter.

Helaena was the pretty lady in the pale purple dress, you remembered. She seemed sweet, did she really mean to combine these flowers together to send such a strange message or did she genuinely not know? No. You figured it was too much of a coincidence not to know.

“I see you have changed your clothes as well, you look absolutely beautiful. Aemond is lucky to have you as his bride.”

Alicent complimented you with a kind smile. The lady next to you had changed into her evening gown. A fully green velvet dress with many ruffles and layers. Her hair had also been braided into a much simpler style than earlier that day.

“Thank you my lady- I mean Alicent. You look wonderful as well.”

Alicent beamed at your compliment, perhaps she didn’t get them often.

“We shall have dinner in half an hour and afterwards Aemond shall give you a tour of the castle. Take that time to get to know each other.” Alicent spoke and turned around to leave your room again.

When the door closed behind her the only noise in your room was the crackling of the burning wood in the fireplace. You rummaged through your trunk to find your notebook again. You needed a more well hidden spot for it, especially since the first findings you had made about the family weren’t particularly positive. You’d hate for them to find it.

You eventually settled on hiding it beneath your mattress. The notebook wasn’t too thick and if it was uncomfortable to sleep on it was a small price to pay. Before hiding it in its designated spot you added a small note underneath the list of flowers.

Helaena arranged it.

Once the notebook was hidden in its spot you sat down on a sea green velvet couch and tried to devise a plan. You knew Aemond’s tour of the castle wouldn’t be enough to explore it to your liking but you didn’t want to make it too obvious you were snooping around.

You had mulled over it during the duration of dinner. Absentmindedly answering the questions the family asked you. Well, it was mostly Alicent and Otto that asked you questions. After a few cups of wine Aegon joined in too but Alicent quickly shut him up once the questions got too perverse.

You were now walking with Aemond through the castle and you had quickly figured out he was a stern man. His long straight hair was braided down his back and tied off with a black ribbon. He didn’t wear his coat inside the castle, only wearing his white shirt with puffy sleeves and a black double breasted vest with silver buttons.

“These are my quarters.” He said with a monotone voice and pointed at the room on the left, not even bothering to show you the inside. You continued to follow him through the hallway. He pointed at the rooms in the hallway that belonged to his siblings Aegon and Helaena. Their names were engraved on a small golden plate attached to the door in swirly letters. He skipped over one room, not even bothering to look at it. You, however, noticed it still contained a golden plate with a name engraved on it. From the corner of your eye you could only barely make out the name.

Daeron Targaryen.

‘Weird.’ You thought. You weren’t aware of a Daeron living in the castle with them. Perhaps he was a cousin or an uncle? You had learned at dinner that Aemond’s half-sister Rhaenyra lived in a different castle with her husband and five sons and two step-daughters, perhaps it was one of them.

You had also learned Aemond’s father had been ill for a long time and that he had sent his apologies to you for not being able to meet you this afternoon. You were only half-listening to what Aemond was saying, too deep in thoughts to concentrate on his voice.

“You mustn’t enter this hallway.”

You snapped out of your thoughts and looked at Aemond. You had exited the stairwell and were a floor above his chambers now. The hallway didn’t have any servants walking through and many of the white candles that lit it were almost fully burnt up.

“Why is that?” Your voice was laced with curiosity as you stared into the creepy hallway. It was long and quite dusty. The silence and darkness sent a shiver through your body but your body ached to find out what was located there.

“These are father’s chambers. He doesn’t like visitors. No one comes here except mother and the doctors.” Aemond replied sternly and gazed at you. You had made sure to walk on his right side so he could see you easily without having to turn his head too much.

“What? Really? Not even you or your siblings?”

“Yes.”

An awkward silence hung between the two of you but he eventually motioned at you to follow him to the next floor. You had only now realised you hadn’t asked him any questions about himself yet and you mentally cursed at yourself for not doing so.

“What is it that you do?” You asked him as you followed him through the hallways of the next floor.

“I plan on opening a doctor’s practice and a morgue in King’s Landing.”

You were unsure on how to reply to that. Being a mortician was a rather dark profession but you knew many places in Westeros lacked one. Usually the septs handled all the burials of the deceased.

“I studied medicine and anatomy in Old Town, I have only returned half a year ago.” He must’ve sensed your hesitancy to reply so he continued to speak but didn’t bother to look back at you. His body language screamed dominance and authority. He walked with his arms behind his back in a stiff manner. You simply nodded and picked up pace to catch up with him.

“Do you like it?”

“No.”

‘By the gods at least give me something to work with.’ You internally groaned.

“Why didn’t you like it?”

“I prefer history and philosophy.”

Now that was something you could work with. You loved history and a small smile tugged at your lips when you learned he did as well. At least there was something you and your betrothed had in common.

“What kind of history do you enjoy the most? I enjoy learning about the Old North and The Children of the Forest.”

His eyebrows raised a little in surprise and for the first time he actually turned his head to look at you instead of glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

“I enjoy learning about my family history and the cultures of Essos and Sothoryos.”

He paused for a moment before speaking again.

“I didn’t expect you to like history, my lady.”

A grin tugged at the corner of your lips, your hands were now behind your back as well, only your stature was a lot more relaxed than his. It was always easier to converse when the topic was something you enjoyed.

“Well, perhaps I am full of surprises.”

You knew you had to win him over if you wanted a chance at a decent life with a husband that tolerated you. Of course, you couldn’t forget your father’s wishes as well. Investigating this family would be a lot easier with a husband that trusted you.

The rest of the tour of the castle was a lot more pleasant than the first half. He showed you his workstation with medical supplies, located on the base level of the castle. The interior creeped you out a little. In his room were bottled up organs in a mixture you did not know the name of. His supplies were neatly stored in various cabinets and he showed you the books he had to use in his studies, promising you that you were always allowed to borrow one whenever you wanted.

He had also promised to take you on a walk on the castle grounds the next day if the weather would allow it, after all, the storm was still raging outside.

He had dropped you off back at your room after the tour. Wishing you a good night whilst he pressed a soft kiss against the back of your hand. You knew he was only being a gentleman but it still made your stomach flutter. The men in the North weren’t as chivalrous as men in the south.

“Sleepwell my lady.” He said before turning around and walking away, his braid swaying a little from side to side and his footsteps echoing through the empty hall of the castle.

A few maids helped you change into your nightgown and you dismissed them before they could help you into bed. You wanted a little more time writing in your notebook about the first day in the castle. You didn’t want to write much, after all, it would be a shame if you filled it too quickly.

- Night, the fifth day, first month of the year 1871 -

I ate dinner with the family, most of them (Targaryen side) were quiet even after initiating conversation. I met my future husband and he seems like an intelligent man. All of them are quite secretive. The father of the family is ill, no one could tell me about his ailment and no one is allowed to go near his chambers.

Who is Daeron Targaryen?

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Dating Hvitserk would include:

He is fiercely protective of his beloved. His love is like a raging fire, burning bright and hot. If anyone were to harm or threaten you, he would not hesitate to unleash a fierce attack. He would go to any lengths to protect you, even if it meant hurting himself. However, he also can have a very soft and gentle side when it comes to you. He would be very gentle and loving towards you, cherishing you with his every breath.

Well, if you consider the fact that he is a 10th-century Viking, a pretty strange experience most likely. He might take you on a boat trip to raid and pillage a village, as one of his way of showing affection.

Dating him is like having the best time of your life. He's great with making the person he's dating feel important and special in every way possible. He is also a good listener and can hold an engaging conversation about anything you want to talk about. He's also very loyal and would never cheat or lie to the person he's dating. Plus he knows how to have a good time and he's always up for trying new things. And he's not too shabby in the looks department either, if I do say so myself.

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Being in a relationship with him is like being protected by a fierce warrior who is soft and loving at the same time. His love is strong and sincere. He would do everything in his power for you and protect you with his life. He is very territorial especially when it comes to you and is not afraid of showing you or those around his possession. He can also be very possessive and would need reassurance every time you go out. He becomes very jealous because he is scared of losing you.

Well, he's a man who's very strong and can be very dominant, so you better know how to stay in your place. When he is not angry he's quite kind, and he also likes to play around with the people he likes, although that often involves teasing you and saying a few dirty things. But if you ever want to make him jealous you only have to flirt with other men or spend enough time away from him. But you better not try it too much.

When it comes to dating him, you can expect a lot of attention. He's quite possessive and obsessive, so he likes to keep his partner close by his side at all times. He can also be quite clingy and needy, but this is all because he's so deeply committed to your relationship. He wants you to feel safe, secure and loved.

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If you manage to catch his attention, you're in for a treat. At first, he'll be distant but always polite. When he likes you, and if you're worthy of it, he'll be possessive, obsessive, loving, and protective. At times he might even become quite jealous. He'll make time for you. Take you on dates that mean something. Tell you everything you want and need to know. The only downside is he is a bit clingy and requires a fair amount of attention.

He might be intense at times, but it would never be boring. He would always keep you on your toes and keep you guessing what he would do next. He would shower you with love and affection, but he would also keep you on your toes with his protectiveness and possessiveness. You would find that he is thoughtful and romantic but also strict and possessive. Dating him would be a roller coaster of emotions, but one that you would never want to end.

As a partner, he would be constantly expressing his love for you in both words and gestures. He would shower you with gifts and compliments, and always be there to support you and cheer you on. He would also do his best to fulfill your needs and desires, both physically and emotionally. In return, you would find that he tries to be a patient, understanding, and forgiving individual. He would always work to resolve conflicts in a calm and mature manner and would value the bond that you share above all else.

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Some of his favorite kinks involve showing off his body and being admired by you. He enjoys feeling desired and sexy, and he gets a thrill from knowing that you find him attractive.

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venus-haze · 1 year

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Who's Sorry Now (Bo Sinclair x Reader)

Summary: After nearly a year of being under Bo’s thumb in Ambrose, he’s decided it’s time you get involved in the family business. You never expected to make it this far, and when you finally come face to face with (victims) tourists in town as part of the act, you think it more of a curse than a blessing. Look at the warnings before deciding if you want to read this.

Note: This is mostly a (extremely gross) standalone fic, with some references to events in Howl and Adam Raised a Cain, but it can be read on its own. I took some creative liberties with Trudy's casket again. Inspired by the Connie Francis song. Reader is a woman, but no other descriptors are used. Do not interact if you are under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 5.7k

Warnings: Graphic depictions of murder and violence. Descriptions of violence involving weapons. Disturbing and sadistic behavior. Misogyny. Physical abuse, emotional and psychological manipulation, major Stockholm syndrome. Sexually explicit content which involves coercion/dubious consent, slapping, degradation, cigarette burns, licking water and cum off of a dirty floor (sorry). Do not interact if you are under 18.

Summer raged angry in Ambrose, its unforgiving heat leaving you drenched by the late nightfall, when you’d sit in the passenger seat of Bo’s truck, head hanging out the window as you took in the rush of cool night air. Sometimes he’d take a long way back up to the house, just to indulge this one quirk of yours, despite the fully air-conditioned home that sat atop a hill. Even Vincent struggled in the heat, emerging from his studio dripping in sweat when he actually went down there. Instead, he opted on moving from air-conditioned house to air-conditioned house, checking on each of the wax sculptures that resided in Ambrose.

It was cooler out when you and your friends had arrived in town, hopeful and unsuspecting, making it not quite a year since Bo tangled you into this tapestry of wax, murder, and violence that had been woven since before you were born. Your few freedoms were hard fought, your body and mind littered with scars of what you’d been through at his hands.

Still, you hadn’t quite proven yourself to Bo yet. He’d leave you to work on a grueling yet mundane task he’d given you, but you wouldn’t run even if you had the chance. You felt far too guilty and complacent to claim your victimhood. If you were ever found, no one would believe you. You’d quickly be an accomplice, just as crazy as the rest of them. At least, that’s how you’d view yourself from the outside looking in, unaware of the desperate measures you took to survive, even when you didn’t necessarily want to.

There hadn’t been any visitors to Ambrose for a long while, and with the oppressive humidity that veiled the Louisiana swamplands, the brothers seemed glad for the extended break. You were too, since Bo had told you that if you were going to be “working” in town, you’d have to pull your own weight. Sooner or later, you’d kill someone, either out of necessity or him forcing your hand. You silently hoped that the world would continue to forget about Ambrose, that no one would be able to pass through again, and you and the Sinclair brothers would be the final addition to the dead town’s rot. There was no point in hoping.

The town’s dry spell of unsuspecting motorists broke in the middle of June, a sweltering day you spent mostly inside the gas station, standing in front of the air conditioning vent with a sweating bottle of soda. An unfamiliar car chugged along the street, before pulling into the gas station. You didn’t know much about cars, but the loud bang the machine made when it finally stopped didn’t sound good.

You set your soda down, taking a deep breath before walking outside to join the couple who had gotten out of the car and were arguing. They were around your age, and you wondered if they’d recognize your face at all, recalling it from missing persons ads. When the couple looked at you, however, recognition didn’t spark in either of their faces.

“How can I help y’all?” you asked.

“My car’s fucked, and some weird guy on the highway said this was the only body shop around,” the guy said.

“I’m going inside. It’s way too hot out here,” the girl said, heading inside the shop.

“Sure, let me get Bo. He’s on lunch, but he’d be glad to help,” you said, almost shocked at how easily the lie came out of your mouth.

The guy nodded. “Yeah, whatever.”

Bo spent most of the late morning in the movie theater, claiming something needed to be fixed there. It wasn’t a far walk, but between the heat and their attitudes, you figured the couple weren’t the type who liked being kept waiting. Still, you didn’t run, it was too hot out for that kind of effort on your part.

As soon as you stepped into the derelict movie theater, you were met with a stifling humidity and the scent of rot. You hated that you knew what that smelled like now.

The air conditioning, that’s what Bo had been busy fixing. In all honesty, it amazed you that the wax museum was even standing with how hot it got in Ambrose. Every few days, Vincent would have to make the rounds and check on the wax sculptures, touching up any heat-related imperfections, though you knew most of the buildings had air conditioning blasting to preserve his work. The movie theater had without a doubt the most sculptures besides the museum, so keeping it cool was imperative.

You called out for Bo, wandering around the movie theater until you heard him respond from a utility closet. Finding him in this spot, you couldn’t help but admire the way his white t-shirt clung to his sweat-covered body. Thankfully, he didn’t notice your ogling.

“What? You couldn’t even bring me a fuckin’ drink? Jesus,” Bo said.

“There’s two—um—we have customers.”

He grinned, grabbing the mechanic’s shirt that was bunched up on the floor. “‘Bout damn time.”

After using the shirt to wipe the sweat from his face, he pulled it on, buttoning it up as the two of you left the movie theater and walked back to the gas station. Although no one could possibly eavesdrop, you spoke in a hushed tone as you relayed the basic information that you had on the couple. Lester directed them to Ambrose, their car was busted, and they were incredibly cranky.

You were worried that it wasn’t enough information for him, but he seemed more than pleased with what you already knew. It made sense, he was used to handling this side of things on his own. Again, you cemented your accomplice status.

The couple rushed outside as soon as they saw you and Bo a few yards away, making your way up the street. They were in one hell of a hurry for nothing.

“Sorry ‘bout the wait,” Bo said. “This your car?”

The guy nearly rolled his eyes. “What do you think?”

Bo chuckled, though you knew him well enough that it betrayed his disdain for the guy already. “Right. How ‘bout you gimme the keys, and I’ll bring it into the garage and take a look at it.”

“Good luck,” the guy said, handing Bo his keys. “I barely got it into town in the first place.”

“Might as well give it a try. Y/N, you mind helpin’ me for a minute?” Bo asked.

“Not at all. You two make yourselves comfortable inside,” you said.

They hardly waited for you to finish talking before making a beeline to return to the air conditioned store. Bo shot a glare at their backs, shaking his head as he got into the guy’s car. As he revved the engine, it made a noise that had Bo smirking a bit.

“Damn, this car’s shot to hell, and I didn’t even do it this time.”

It took him a minute or two to get it a few feet into the garage, and you didn’t have to be an expert to know that getting that car safe enough to drive would probably take a few days. It didn’t matter. They wouldn’t be driving it again anyway.

Bo got out of the car, throwing the keys on a nearby tool cart. “You’re gettin’ one of those assholes. I don’t care which one, but today’s the day, darlin’.”

“I—the girl, I guess.”

He grabbed your shoulders, looking at you with an intensity that made you nearly wither to dust in his hold. “No guessin’. You killin’ her or not?”

You nodded. “I will. I’ll kill her.”

“Good. There’s a gun under the counter, should be easy enough to take ‘er out.”

“Okay, okay,” you said.

“Get on back there, then,” he said, giving you a quick kiss.

When you walked back into the shop, the girl had already helped herself to one of the sodas, another unopened one sitting on the counter. They were mumbling between themselves, glancing at the garage until they noticed you were back.

“Can you hurry up? I’m gonna need one of those cans of oil. The one behind the register,” the guy asked as you went behind the counter.

“What do you expect, babe?” the girl muttered. “They probably can’t even read.”

He snickered in response. She hadn’t meant to say it loud enough for you to hear, but you did, loud and clear. Derogatory, meant to bolster their fractured superiority at their helplessness, having to turn to the likes of swampland hicks for help. You supposed that included yourself now, living in unprecedented isolation with the Sinclairs.

That was a decision you’d made yourself a few weeks—or was it months—earlier in the kitchen of the Sinclair house. You caused a scene, but you got your point across. You chose this life instead of death. You chose Bo. It was one thing when your own life was in your own hands, but the lives of others was a much heavier burden. You loved Bo. You knew you did. Sometimes love meant compromising, though it surely was never supposed to go so far. Then again, no one had ever been in a relationship quite like yours before, you were sure of that much.

You gasped as your hand brushed the gun Bo kept beneath the counter. The guy looked at you, rolling his eyes before turning around, leaning against the counter and staring at the sleepy main street out the shop windows. It’d be so easy, just pick up the gun and put a bullet right through the back of his head, then get his girlfriend while she was still in shock.

Shaking your head, you grabbed the plastic container next to you, setting it on the counter. They were rude and awful, but that didn’t mean they deserved to die. You were sure there were plenty of times you’d been rude before, short with someone on the receiving end of your bad day. It didn’t mean you deserved what had happened to you.

Their deaths were inevitable, though. That was certain in Ambrose, but you’d stand your ground. If they were going to die, you wouldn’t be the one to do it. Maybe that made you just as bad, but your hands would be clean. You rung up the oil and two sodas on the beat-up cash register, and the guy turned around to grab the container and leave a twenty-dollar bill on the counter, mumbling for you to keep the change.

The couple headed outside to see how progress was going on their car. Bo really was one hell of a mechanic, and as much as he knew how to fix a car, he also knew just how to fuck around with one to make it undrivable. In this case, he wouldn’t have to do too much extra work.

You sat down on a crate behind the counter, displeased to find that your soda was room temperature and flat. Sighing, you closed your eyes for a few moments, ignoring the heat-induced headache that you could feel creeping up on you.

The shop door slamming open, bell clinging rapidly, pulled you from your rest. Was it only a few minutes, or had you fallen asleep? The girl stood in the doorway, panicked and wild-eyed.

“Hey! Holy shit!”

You stood up, furrowing your eyebrows at the way she rushed toward the counter.

“You have to call the police! That guy out there–your coworker went insane!” the girl shouted. “Fucking do something!”

She pushed you out of the way, grabbing for the phone on the wall behind you, only to hear a dead dial tone on the other end of the line. “What the fuck? What the–”

The bell for the front door of the shop chimed again, and the two of you saw Bo taking up most of the space in the doorframe, sweat dripping down his face, blood splattered across his hands. The screwdriver he was holding was covered in blood too. His eyes were set on the girl as he took a step into the shop.

“We have to go!” the girl screamed, grabbing you by the sleeve and pulling you after her.

She ran into the garage, an anguished scream tearing from her throat at the sight of her dead boyfriend. When it became clear you weren’t in as much of a rush as her, she started running, leaving you behind. You couldn’t blame her, that’s what you would’ve done too.

“Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?” Bo growled, seeing the girl run off while you stood around, shocked and useless.

He shot a glare your way as he raced after her. Maybe she’d get the upper hand somehow and do what you and everyone else who came before weren’t able to. The thought made you tense up. Would she know you were part of this? Would she come after you next? You weren’t sure what you wanted to happen, but as you caught a glimpse of the fresh body of the girl’s dearly deceased boytoy, you decided to head back into the shop for the time being.

You spent the next half hour cleaning the blood off the gas station shop floor, the bleach you poured burning your throat as you mopped up what had come from Bo when he stormed through. Your efforts were premature, because almost as soon as the old floor looked as spotless as you could make it, the shop bell rang again.

Bo had caught up with the girl, though from the scratches on his face, it wasn’t without a fight. More than you could say. She, however, was worse for wear, her nose bleeding, probably broken, and she had a pronounced limp as she stumbled into the shop, black tears streaking down her face. Grit and dirt were inseparably mixed with the blood that ran from her knee down to her ankle, skin red and raw.

Bo pushed her onto the ground, and she screamed as her open wound made contact with the freshly bleached floor. Bile rose in your throat as you looked at her, trying to ignore Bo reaching for the screwdriver he’d kept in his pocket. You couldn’t do it. She could’ve been you or any of your friends. Nevertheless, he shoved the tool in your hand.

He held the girl by the hair, close enough so her throat was pressed against the end of the screwdriver. “Do it.”

“Please don’t. No, no, no, no, I don’t wanna die,” she sobbed. “Fuck, shit, I don’t wanna die.”

You didn’t even know her name and you were supposed to kill her. Would that have made it easier? Or harder? Your hesitation didn’t go over well with Bo, as he let out a frustrated growl and grabbed your hand, driving the screwdriver through the girl’s neck. His hand wrapped around yours in a death grip, making you unable to let go of the screwdriver or pull it from her flesh until he thought it was enough.

To add insult to injury, he twisted the screwdriver, and you gagged at the girl’s gurgled agony as blood poured from her mouth. Her hands weakly reached for the screwdriver in vain, because Bo twisted it again, grinning at the pained expression on her face. Panic finally caught up with you as you considered if this was how your friends died–messy, cruel, and torturous at his hands.

When he pulled the screwdriver from her throat, releasing your hand with it, you almost felt relieved that it was over. By the furious expression on his face, however, you were still in for it. He grabbed you by the scruff of your neck, backing you into the wall and holding the bloody screwdriver against your throat.

“I oughta kill you too,” he hissed. “When I tell you to do somethin’, you fuckin’ do it.”

“Bo, I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I couldn’t–”

Before you could try to explain yourself, he roughly grabbed your arm, his short, sharp fingernails digging into your skin as he walked toward the basement door. He dropped the screwdriver on the floor as he used both hands to get a better hold of you. Your shoes squeaked against the linoleum shop floor as you tried to dig your heels in and prevent him from moving you any closer.

“No!” you screeched, feeling the strain in your throat as you struggled against him. “Don’t bring me back there! I don’t wanna go back there!”

“‘S where you belong. Vinny was right, gettin’ you into this was a mistake.”

“I swear to god I’ll do it next time! Please don’t–”

You wailed as he landed a harsh slap across your face, his ring breaking the tender skin of your cheek. In this moment of weakness, he was able to overtake you, pulling you back into the hell you’d worked so hard to escape from less than a year before.

The animalistic holler you let out in protest was met only by echoes from the concrete. Your fallen comrades plastered on the walls shared your distress as your eyes darted across each of them. You knew as soon as you ended up in such a place that you’d end up one of them. You had your chance, and you blew it. Soon, you too would be memorialized as yet another brutalized girl whose Polaroid graced the walls of the goddamn dungeon.

Bo sneered as he strapped your limbs to the surgical bed that you still had nightmares about. You probably would have thought it was a dream if your face wasn’t stinging from the impact just moments earlier. Nothing that was coming from your mouth was coherent. Nothing you could say would make him have pity or mercy on you. He wasn’t capable of that.

Deja vu swirled through your mind as he cut off your clothes, and you braced yourself for the feeling of his knife on your skin, until it didn’t come.

He clicked his tongue as he looked at you, sobbing and bleeding. “There ain’t gonna be a next time.”

He smacked you again for good measure, and then left to take care of the bodies in the shop. You didn’t see him again for three days. Nothing had changed since you were last down there, he hadn’t even bothered to clean the place out, as if he were keeping it for insurance if things didn’t work out with you.

There was no point in screaming for help, no one who heard you would help anyway. This was between you and Bo. You wondered if he was leaving you there to die, knowing dehydration would catch up with you, and he’d find your disgusting, rotting corpse by the Fourth of July.

Your mouth was dry, and your whole head was pounding from the lack of water and the heat that somehow made its way all the way down to the basement. You couldn’t even cry, you were so dehydrated–there were no tears, just your pathetic wailing and whimpering until you couldn’t even manage that.

When he finally came down to check on you, cigarette hanging from his lips and a cold bottle of water in his hand, you could’ve sworn you were hallucinating. He grinned upon seeing you, and for a moment, your heart fluttered, or maybe you were just dying. Regardless, you were glad to see him, even if he had done this to you.

“Fuck, seein’ you back here is somethin’ else,” he growled lowly, setting the water bottle tauntingly close to you and adjusting his crotch. “How’s your vacation been?”

You balked at his statement. Vacation?

“What? You ain’t been doin’ shit the past few days, just lyin’ around here. Seems like you don’t appreciate it, though,” he said.

You shook your head frantically, unable to speak. He pulled the cigarette from his lips, tapping the ashes onto your bound leg. Your muscles flinched, and you hissed in pain.

Though you knew what was coming next, you still couldn’t mentally prepare yourself for the way he took a long drag from the cigarette before putting it out on your leg, holding it for at least ten painful seconds as a harsh cry came from your parched windpipe. Between the pain from your leg and your throat, you felt like you were being torn in half. He snickered as he pulled it away, his other hand brushing the freshly burnt skin as you screamed again.

“Why don’t I make it better for ya, darlin’?” he asked, conniving condescension in his voice as he picked up the unopened water bottle, twisting the cap open, and pouring half of it onto your leg.

Fuck, you should’ve killed the girl you had the chance. The first water you’d seen in days and half of it was running down your fucking leg.

“Stop,” you croaked.

He grinned, holding up the water bottle. “Where’s your manners, darlin’?”

“Please.”

Once again, he set the water bottle down, but this time he unstrapped your arms and legs from the surgical bed. You knew better than to assume you’d get out of it with mild dehydration and a cigarette burn. Your legs gave out beneath you, and you fell to the floor. He looked more than pleased with this. It’s where he wanted you anyway.

He grabbed the water bottle, and you opened your mouth, expecting the extent of your humiliation before him to be his pouring the water into your mouth so you’d choke on it or something. Instead, he poured the water on the floor directly in front of you, and you looked at him in horrified disbelief.

“Well? I thought you were thirsty,” he said, stepping in the puddle of water before you.

You let out a whimper before lowering your head, hesitating for a moment. With a shaky breath, you stuck out your tongue, and as soon as it touched the water, you lost control. What little dignity you had left in your brain screamed at you to stop, that you were better than this and you’d probably get tetanus or jaundice, or some kind of -ice or -itis that would fuck up your intestines royally.

The rest of your body, that was parched and desperate overtook your reasoning, and you lapped up the dirty water at his feet like–well, your life did depend on it. The water was disgusting, and you gagged a few times while licking it up, the taste of dirt and copper and god knows what else mingling in your mouth. Then, when the floor was as dry as it could get, and all of the water was gone, you looked up to see his cock in his hand, a sadistic grin on his face as he jerked himself off over you.

“Fuck, you’re the most pathetic thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he grunted in perverse adoration.

You moved to take over, assuming that was what he wanted you to do next until he pushed you onto your ass with his free hand. It felt like you were watching him for eternity before he came with a loud groan, throwing his head back as his cum pumped from his cock and onto the floor. When he was finished, he looked over at you with hooded lids and a lazy, shit-eating grin.

“Get a move on, darlin’. I wanna see you lick it up like a little bitch again.”

Though you had a bit more resolve this time around, your lip trembling as you stuck your tongue out, almost recoiling when you tasted his cum on the floor. Apparently, you weren’t licking it up enthusiastically enough for his liking, because you felt his boot on the back of your head, pushing your face into the floor.

With tears in your eyes, you lapped up his cum like you did the water just moments before, and a pleased groan came from above you. You actually heard his pants zipper this time, trying to focus on anything but the overwhelming nausea and rancid mix of semen and whatever else was on the floor. Somehow, you managed to lick it all up, not without losing a solid amount of respect for yourself first.

Suddenly, you started gagging, feeling the sour mix of floor water and cum making its way back up your esophagus.

He covered your mouth with his hand. “Keep it down, darlin’, or I’ll make you lick that up too.”

Your muffled whine was all the affirmation he needed, and you somehow willed yourself not to throw up.

“Next time you think for a second you can get away with not doin’ what I say, I want you to remember this,” he hissed in your ear.

You nodded, bleary eyed as he helped you up from the floor, practically having to drag you up the stairs. He drove you back up to the house, and the next week or so consisted of you slowly regaining your strength and attempting to get back in his good graces, if you could even call it that. Despite everything, you wanted his attention, his approval. After all, he let you live despite your massive fuck up. He was all you had. Against every rational bone in your body, you still loved him.

The town was quiet again, until the weekend before the Fourth of July, when it wasn’t. You were in the gas station, this time with Bo nearby in the garage when another couple walked into the shop. They were smiling and holding hands. You almost wondered if they were in the right place. As they walked up to the counter, you greeted them as pleasantly as you could.

“Your face–oh honey, you alright?” the woman asked, genuine concern laced in her voice that made you want to cry. The cut on your cheek where Bo had hit you wasn’t fully healed, and despite your care, it would undoubtedly scar over.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said. “I took a walk during my lunch break the other day and tripped on the gravel road up the way.”

“Well, we’d appreciate some help. Got some car trouble up the road. We were gonna walk, but this nice fella gave us a ride,” the guy said.

“Sure, my husband Bo’s the mechanic. I’ll go get him,” you said, leaving for the nearby garage to let Bo know about the customers.

Why did these ones have to be nice?

“Husband and wife, Lester dropped them off because their car broke down on the side of the road but they’re not sure what’s wrong with it,” you explained quietly.

“You fuck this up,” he threatened through gritted teeth, “and I swear to god, I’ll make sure Vincent keeps ya alive when you join your little friends.”

“I won’t.”

“I’ll believe that when I see it. She better be dead by the time I get back with his body.”

“She will be.”

You and Bo walked back into the shop, his arm around your waist as the two of you sauntered back into the storefront.

“Sorry ‘bout the wait. My wife tells me y’all’s car broke down?”

“Yeah, the man who dropped us off said you could tow it back here? We’re real sorry for the trouble, but if you could–”

Bo smiled. “No trouble at all. You wouldn’t mind comin’ with me to pick it up? Don’t wanna drag the wrong guy’s car all the way back here.”

“‘Course, is there a motel nearby we can stay in if the repairs take a few days?” the guy asked.

“Yeah, I can show you on the way back, and then Y/N can give y’all a lift there once I get the car in the garage.”

“Thank you so much,” the woman said. “You two are really sweet.”

“We’re just glad to help,” you said.

Bo grabbed the tow truck keys from one of the hooks on the wall, before pulling you in for a kiss. You wished he didn’t kiss you so sweetly only because there were other people around. Hell, you almost considered escalating it, the couple wouldn’t live to tell anyone anyway.

“We’ll be back quick, darlin’,” Bo murmured against your lips. “You girls stay out of trouble.”

The woman laughed, shaking her head as her own husband gave her a kiss before walking out of the shop with Bo.

“So, how long have you and your wife been together?” you could hear the guy ask Bo.

You wanted to keep interactions with the woman as minimal as possible, but she was frustratingly sweet, insisting on helping you with the bullshit task you’d made up to try to keep your distance from her. She reminded you of your own friends, in a way, or maybe someone being genuinely nice to you for the first time in nearly a year made you overly sentimental.

“That’s wonderful you get to work with your husband. I’m sure y’all are either really close or ya can’t stand each other,” she said.

“Something like that.”

“I hope Billy and me get to do somethin’ like this one day, maybe with a few kids runnin’ around,” she said wistfully. “I’m probably gettin’ ahead ‘a myself.”

You gave her a terse smile. Poor Billy won’t be doing shit. Glancing at the clock, about twenty minutes had passed. If Bo and Billy–of course Deanna had given you their fucking names–weren’t at the car by now, they were going to be close. Your window of opportunity was shrinking with each passing second.

“You’ve really been so helpful, Deanna. Are you sure you don’t wanna wait?” you asked.

“Lord no. Ain’t many people like you and your husband around nowadays,” she smiled. “It’s the least I can do.”

“Alright, well, I gotta get something from up front really quick.”

She nodded absentmindedly as she looked through the box of fan belts you were restocking.

The shop felt unsettlingly cold for the season as you rounded the counter, grabbing for the gun that was kept underneath it. Your breath hitched when you came up empty. He moved it, probably on purpose so your first kill would have to be more bloody, more personal. You’d lost the privilege of a clean, easy kill.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you considered your options. The screwdriver was definitely out, and you couldn’t head back into the garage and dig through Bo’s tools without her seeing you. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you looked frantically around the shop until you noticed a letter opener laying next to the cash register.

You walked to the back of the store, Deanna still facing away from you. The letter opener would hurt like hell. It wasn’t even that sharp to begin with, and you’d have to really work to make sure she was dead. Taking a deep breath, you plunged it into her shoulder blade and then back out.

“Lady, what the fuck is your problem?” she shouted, reaching for her shoulder and gasping in pain.

You froze. You fucked up, and Bo was gonna be back soon. Both you and Deanna had the same idea, because as soon as she ran, you sped after her. Though you were still weak from your days in the basement, she wasn’t very athletic herself. She tried several shop doors, distressed to find them locked, until she made a break for the church. You followed close behind. There was no person, no deity in that church who could save her.

By the time you got inside the church, she’d already realized that the congregation, the priest, everyone was fake. The confusion on her face shifted to panic as soon as she saw you.

“Get the fuck away from me you psycho bitch!” she yelled, throwing hymnals at you as you approached with your sad little letter opener.

In your desperation, you tackled her, but the letter opener slipped out of your hands. The two of you punched and clawed at each other, until she rolled over, and you shoved your finger in the wound in her shoulder blade. Her screams fell on deaf ears as once again you looked frantically for something nearby that you could use as a weapon. Your gaze landed on the rosary beads clutched between Trudy’s wax-preserved hands, and you dug your finger deeper into Deanna’s shoulder blade as you maneuvered the rosary beads out from the casket.

Rosary beads in hand, you pulled your finger from the now gaping wound in Deanna’s shoulder blade and pulled the rosary around her neck, the individual glass beads digging into her skin as you pulled tighter and tighter, your own hands getting cut up with the force you were using to strangle her. It seemed like it was a never-ending struggle until finally, she went limp beneath you, and you pulled the rosary away, small cuts in her neck beading and dripping down her throat.

You put your fingers to her pulse and waited. Nothing. You did it. Throwing the rosary beads back into the casket, you didn’t look forward to telling Vincent which statute needed repairs now. That was nothing, though. You could deal with his moping for a few days. Besides, you got one, a brand new addition to the growing town.

Grabbing Deanna’s limp body, you began the ordeal of dragging it back to the gas station so Bo could see your handiwork for himself. You only got about halfway back before the tow truck pulled up, Billy and Deanna’s car hitched to the back. As soon as Bo stopped the truck, Billy hunched over. He was definitely dead.

Bo got out of the truck, rushing over to you. He looked at Deanna’s body, and then to you.

“What’d you use?” he asked, taking your cut up hands in his, inspecting the wounds, your own stigmata.

“Strangled her with your mom’s rosary beads,” you answered quietly. “Sorry.”

He grinned. “You did good, darlin’.”

All of the tension in your body released at those words, and you smiled, throwing your arms around him and kissing him deeply, giggles emitting from your chest every few seconds. Maybe it was the adrenaline still rushing through you, or maybe Bo had been right all along. You felt…great.

#bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x female reader #bo sinclair #house of wax #slasher x reader #slasher fandom #slasher community #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair x you

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thatdeadaquarius · 1 year

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Theres a lot of cuss words in this one so be warned lol

Bro i just had this-- insane fucking idea when i saw your "flowery words" post and i just-- omg I just had to shareee

So reader right? Very blunt, straight to the point sentences that dont dance around the bushes for 6 hours trying to tell you "oh no your house is on fire" or something, yeah? Well-- what if it turns the OPPOSITE when they start to SWEAR--

Because like-- i know myself. Me and like, so many people i know speak like that (blunt and straight to the point) but like-- when i get even MILDLY inconvenienced, i will start swearing like i have a masters degree in cursing out you and your entire flippity flappity bloodline

So id imagine the contrast to be like--

Reader, chill: aether, we're supposed to be going that way, this is literally the wrong direction

Reader, stubbing their toe: oW FUCK SHIT TITS-- WHY HAVE THE GODS FORSAKEN ME SO-- I CAME OUT HERE, TO THIS POINT, TO THIS PLACE, HOPING AGAINST ALL HOPE AND DESPITE SIGNS AND PORTENDS SUGGESTING OTHERWISE THAT I MIGHT, SOMEHOW, FIND MYSELF HAVING A PLEASANT EXPERIENCE, AND YET, HERE I STAND, ALONE AGAINST THE WORLD, FEELING ASSAULTED, ATTACKED ON ALL FRONTS, NOT KNOWING MY ENEMY'S NAME NOR HIS FACE NOR WHETHER OUR BATTLE IS DONE--

(Yes this is the "i came out here to have a good time and im honestly feeling so attacked rn" post)

I can just imagjne the sHEER WHIPLASH-- like, this dude has been speaking in the "divine tongue" or whatever and then suddenly theyre immediately reverted to their "lowly mortal jargon" or something-- AHAHA

Or like-- if it just turns into a reeeeeally long string of curse words, everyone would probably be so scandalized or something lolllll

YES YESS PSPSPSPSPSPSSS COME TO ME ASKS, COME TO MY INBOX COME ! !

Anyway, with our sponsor's message out of the way,

Bless you for this 🙏 my pets are fed, my crops are watered, my skin is clear

✨️This is gorgeous, just a gorgeous idea ✨️

I LIVE for Teyvat being scandalized maidens from the Victorian era, gOD BLESS ITD BE WONDERFUL

Like our modern music?? Absolutely would give heart attacks, not even the most stoic of them would escape the blush

Esp with cussing pretty please i wish i could see the looks on their faces, they'd also probably blush at how creative it can get lmao

(daresay, maybe even impressed?)

oh the whiplash, its be so funny, every time. No one can keep up with you, you've got Teyvat linguists stumbling, the older beings cant understand you sometimes, the newer ones only understand you SOME of the time, and apparently most often? Only when you're cursing??

(I think various characters would find an ancient deity only deigning to speak their lang. when they gotta cuss smth out the funniest shit ever, like Venti, Itto, Cyno?, Diona, Hu Tao, Kaeya, maybe Kazuha, Lisa, Nahida probably would get a giggle, Rosaria, Heizou, Childe, Tighnari might like, be trying desperately to hold back a laugh but it's not working, Scaramouche/Wanderer, Xingqiu, Yae Miko would def commission a light novel for this, and Yelan - im so sorry i listed who exactly, this is so long ill stop, i just thought someone would like to see it 😭😭)

(I CAME OUT HERE TO HAVE A GOOD TIME AND IM HONESTLY FEELING SO ATTACKED RN LMAO U MADE IT SO LONG AND FLUFFY THAT WAS PERFECT)

THANK YOU!! FOR THE ASK!! WHAT A LOVELY TIME!! COME BACK AGAIN!! WHENEVER!! :DD!!

Cheers,

🌒🌊🌧Aquarius♒️🌌🌘

#my asks #ask box open #please send asks #everyone #i would love to hear ur rambles or essays abt this topic #pls share with the class #genshin sagau ideas #genshin imagines #genshin impact #sagau #gender neutral reader

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redtippedfox · 6 months

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Miraculous Timey Wimey Lore: Kwamis

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Kwami Headcanon: Tikki (Creation)

Kwamis are ancient eldritch Gods that ruled over the Heavens for years, Tikki is one of the very first Eldritch God to ever be born, created from the Big Bang of the Universe. Tikki is the other half of the God of Destruction, Plagg, her and Plagg have been together since the beginning of time. Though Tikki will not ever admit it she and Plagg are indeed in love but she won’t ever admit it since Plagg and her are always separated due to their holders. Tikki may look like a responsible Goddess but she is actually very irresponsible and while she loves following the rules she can appreciate a little chaos from here, she is actually very fond of Marinette’s clumsiness especially when it creates a little bit of chaos.

Tikki loves sweets, likes every types of sweets, from strawberry short cake to chocolate pudding, although she loves chocolate chip cookies more than anything, Tikki was very happy when she found out that Marinette lived in a bakery where delicious treats are served everyday. Tikki is very curious about the human world and enjoys learning about new things. She adores Marinette’s creativity when it comes to her fashion and her creations.

All of the seasons were created by Tikki

Spring is the season that belongs to Tikki, the season of Love was created by Tikki so her Ladybugs could find love and so humans could have a season of love. During Spring she is energetic, chatty, and an absolute matchmaker. She loves giving Marinette proper love advice and tries her best to help Marinette understand her feelings for Adrien and even help her realize her feelings for Chat Noir.

During winter she becomes slow, tired and less energetic, she is supposed to go into hibernation till the next spring but thanks to humans warm technology she is able to be kept warm and therefore does not have to go into hibernation. Even though winter is a bad season for her it is a time of warmth and love, the winter may be freezing but Tikki made sure it looked beautiful.

Fall is another season, while spring is Tikki’s favorite season fall is Tikki’s second favorite. As the leaves fade away and make way for winter Tikki it to show off the beauty of the falling of the leaves.

Summer is a time of fun and relaxation, it’s not Tikki’s favorite due to the heavy heat but she still cherishes the season

Tikki likes to use the word “Fuck”, its her favorite human curse word, “Shit” is her second favorite human curse word.

Tikki adores Alya and Nino, and dreams of being able to properly meet both of them

Tikki will come up with mischievous plans with Plagg to get Adrien and Marinette together

Tikki can get very jealous and possessive of Marinette especially when it comes to Marinette wearing or using other Miraculouses. Tikki punched Mullo after Kwamibuster when the mouse kwami kept teasing her.

Tikki can be very impulsive sometimes

Tikki has the ability to grant blessings on people but she can also create curses as well

Tikki will sometimes cry at night, hoping that one day her brothers and sisters would be safe and Nooroo and Dussu would return to them

Tikki is a little shit sometimes

Tikki has a whole wardrobe made by Marinette just for her, she doesn’t like sharing any of it.

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Tikki’s old form was bland and didn’t have a lot of black, she didn’t look much like a Ladybug but that’s what Fu thought of her, after he became Guardian Tikki was stuck in that form for over 300 years, Fu only saw the kwamis as creatures that had to be locked away from the world so they didn’t have a lot of animalistic parts of the animals that they represented since they haven’t been free in 300 years and Fu didn’t see them as Gods with animal tendencies so they looked nothing like their animals.

When a new Guardian is chosen the kwamis change their forms to match how their Guardian sees them and to fit their Guardians soul. When Marinette became Guardian the kwamis forms changed and they got to have more animalistic parts. Tikki was given more black on her body to represent being a Ladybug, her tails even got bigger rather than smaller, she even had a pink glow around her, Marinette’s soul allowing them to be more free and God-like than trapped like Fu.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #miraculous au #timey wimey…uh oh au #my art #Fox’s art #kwami art #tikki kwami #tikki Headcanon #miraculous kwamis #kwami Headcanon #Timey wimey lore #rewritten miraculous lore/story

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star-girl69 · 1 year

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Dragon Dreamer

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!DragonDreamer!Reader

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Being the wife of Aemond Targaryen is a feat of itself. He’s possessive, controlling, always hungry for love and attention. He always seems to find himself in trouble, his sapphire eye a testament to that. But to be the wife of Aemond Targaryen, and a Dragon Dreamer? Aemond loves his wife more than life itself, and after events come to pass he will do everything to keep from losing her. She is everything and anything, and she is a Dragon Dreamer. That is both a curse and a blessing, and Aemond sometimes feels as if his wife is sand slipping through his fingers. But as Aemond once said,

“My wife, who sees things no one else can. They should believe you. I should believe you.”

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Chapter One - Of Bugs and Birds

Chapter Two - Lonely Hearts and Cold Beds

Chapter Three - When You Are Young

Chapter Four - Let Me Memorize Your Face

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a/n: i already have a million stories on here and so much stuff to do and this one is least priority. updates will be slow, and i will be going totally off cannon for this. mainly just aemond fluff and a deeper look into the complexities of being a Dragon Dreamer. i hope you all enjoy!!

disclaimer: as i mentioned, this will be off canon and the timing will be off. i have not read the books yet. (although i plan to) and a lot of what i say about being a dragon dreamer will not be true. i’m taking a lot of creative license here. again, i hope you all enjoy!

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#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader

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tsururoach · 2 months

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EXCUSE ME I RECENTLY DISCOVERED VOCALOIDS AND IMMEDIATELY FELL IN LOVE WITH OLIVER /p

thank you for blessing us with ur Oliver art <3 he needs more love fr. and more happy songs.

i just got here so im not sure if you've mentioned it before, but do you have a fav Oliver song? :3

I'm glad you like my art of him! I've been drawing him for 9-ish years now, but it's always nice to hear other fans of his also like my art! I don't actually talk to a lot of Oliver fans haha.

I always really really admired Dappleback/Lawlietlk's designing skill, and I had a whole presentation how much I appreciated his character design and how it lead back into why I think as a vocaloid he has one of the best designs.

Like don't get me wrong, Vocaloid (and other synths) have really good designs, just sometimes they aren't necessarily as good as Vocaloid designs y'know?

Like hear me out, I feel like the biggest appeal of vocaloid mascots is this: They can be whatever you want. Now on one hand you can argue that 'no mascot' is even Moreso freedom and should have worked better than mascot, but what's missing is the intrigue. There is a breeding ground of creativity hidden beneath restriction.

Like, often enough what people need most in order to create something is just a guideline, and for me that's what Oliver offers. Like, sometimes, too much canon is a bad thing, and people need to remember that.

The #1 selling point of Oliver's design is the intrigue his design offers. There's so much of it that once changed loses that 'space of expression.' And yet, no matter how much you are able to change, he also is able to maintain that 'constant' that lets you know that yes, that is still him, even if you change it. I don't have it anymore but it's been years, but I had a whole chart explaining it.

Over the years Oliver has gotten a lot of motifs and concepts assigned to him, that only derive from smaller aspects of his designs, for example: His bandages.

While you may argue it's not entirely unique, that is exactly the beauty of it. It's because of that so many different concepts stem from it.

One of the biggest themes correlated with Oliver is a monster/horror theme and you have the bandages to thank for it. The amount of concepts I've seen born from the sheer mystery of his bandages were so vast it's crazy. Whether it's because he's a cryptid/monster/cursed or otherwise, people are forced to make an effort to use that "why?"

And on the flip side, there is other mysteries people find from his bandages that aren't horror, they're instead going for something else: A poor waif, a vigilante, a witch, and etc. Through the simple [why], Oliver becomes limitless.

And while we're still discussing his bandages, there is elsewhere you can find beauty in his design. I know a lot of his fans are or were children when they became fans of him, and I know for a fact that some of them related to his design. It's not like he had much to go against them in thinking that-- and it's not just because of his song. For me as a child I projected onto him as a (character) as someone I could relate to. That's uh, probably why a lot of people tend to use him for horror or darker stuff. I know that some people are... unsavory, but that's why I don't really like when people hate on horror content made from him. I know a lot of people are weird about him, but it's a form of self-expression all the same.

Even aside from his bandages, his design still manages to offer intrigue. While Miku allows herself to be a blank canvas (being a mascot with very little ties, a digital idol who represents exactly that) Oliver is more like... a puzzle? Except there is no wrong answer and every time you put it together, it's always different.

There was a lot of misconceptions around his design, but Oliver was based off choirboy outfits-- not that everyone knew that. A lot of people interpreted it as a sailor outfit with nautical themes. That's why you can often see Oliver with sea-themed artworks or songs and/or if it's still around, sea-side waif depictions of him. But on the other side, there were quite a few interpretations of Oliver as a time-traveler- a noble- or hell: a literal bird boy.

Had he been given a more generic design, a more modern one, a more idol-esque version of himself, most of these interpretations of him would not exist. There would be less incentive for people to create that answer without the "why."

I don't really have a proper ranking on a more 'objective' ranking of designs as vocaloid specific mascot designs, but I feel like it's somewhat similar to... actual popularity?

Like... If i had to separate them, there's three categories in a venn diagram: Just straight up Good design (though I'd argue a lot of the other two would still fit in here), Fill-in the blank design, and blank canvas design.

I would say the OG Miku fits in all 3 categories but has been erring into just good design or her own category: too engrained into pop culture to fail.

Fukase is a good example of a Fill-in design, because he also has the classic "why" to his design. (Why is his coat like that? why does he have scars? is he human? is he a robot? Is he circus themed? Who knows?) You can see a lot of exploration of his character through that.

Vflower I feel like is primarily in the blank canvas design, because she more-so encompasses a certain fashion style and is able to attract the blank canvas of gender expression as well.

At the moment, to be honest, I can't really think of someone who only fit's in the straight up good character design but doesn't offer any mystery or fluidity, but that might just be my personality.

To be entirely clear, this venn diagram is probably closer to just a single circle instead of 3, but I'm mostly talking about which part of their design they align most with. (and the most common consensus of how to interpret them.

To be honest this is probably why I feel a bit like a Fake Oliver fan, bc I care more about his design more than his voicebank itself. (Sweats as I look at the vocaloid editor on my computer)

Man. Favorite Oliver song is tough.

Favorite Usage

I'll only be mentioning the publicly released songs using him, since it's a bit unfair if I recommend you something you either have no access to or I'm unable to find again.

To be honest I'm not a huge fan of some of Oliver's most known producers, mostly because I know they're not great people and refuse to support them. It's none of my business if you still listen to them, but I'd rather not. But, It's nice going down my old masterlist of Oliver originals.

I really like Rawbeans-P, if you ever heard her usage of Oliver, it's crazy stunning. Probably some of the best usage of him you'll ever hear.

Cat in a raincloud I know is relatively popular among my friends that I've pushed Robyn's music onto.

I feel like high up there is also Corasundae, who is honestly has a pretty refreshing (?) song-making style. I'm really not a music guy- meaning I never learnt a lot of terms properly and can't describe a lot of things to you, but I really like the general sound that corasundae uses in her works.

I think T.V.V.S is a pretty iconic song, but I'm emotionally attached to Other Side.

One of the songs I see people rarely talking about is Requiescat in Pace- I get it's probably because it's an older song, but I've always liked how it sounded and was a staple for me as a kid (and still fairly fresh into Vocaloid.) I don't think PARADIGM really released much else, but this song is sooo cool, I think about it a lot!

I'm not sure if you don't like horror, or just disappointed that it's a majority of his songs, but I don't think it's leaning too much into horror? It's really good though!

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Another one of my favorite Vocaloid producers (the one I bought a keychain from as well!) is Veran Kuriensu! I found them originally from their original Lay, and it's possibly still one of my favorite Vocaloid Oliver Originals still to this day. While it's my favorite, I do know that they've improved drastically and their other works with Oliver is crazy good, but Lay has a special spot to me and makes me feel especially Nostalgic.

I've always liked how the lyrics sounded as well. I think otherwise my second favorite song from them is 星をあつめに. It's really good I Promise. Please please do give their stuff a chance!!

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I feel like another producer I'd recommend for similar reasons to Rawbeans-P is Baggagelizard. He's always forever been kind of a legend to me! He's a super cool guy, and he has really good usage of Oliver's voicebank as well. One of my favorite songs he's done is Song for the forgotten, which was even my Oliver Collab piece back in like... 2016? That's honestly a bit crazy to me seeing how long it's been.

Baggagelizard tends to have such a special sound to the music he makes, I think it's kind of... a morose wistfulness? If you're into this one, I genuinely hope you check out his other works as well!

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Actually I'm adding this one, because I really like the atmosphere of it! It's called Tavern and it's a really fun song using Big Al, Oliver, and Kaito and I think it's such a fun song! Apparently other Oliver fans I've recommended it said it wasn't their cup of tea though (′д｀σ)σ.

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OH and how could I forget: Childhood Bye-Bye is honestly borderline a classic for me! I think it's a really iconic song, but it always surprises me that it's not as popular as I think it is. The producers other works are also really good!

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Oooh, another Producer I can recommend is Compasscat! They use Uni, SeeU, and sometimes Oliver (maybe other vocaloids but I'm actually writing this in class (lol). You should try checking them out! I think I enjoyed it but I've been told the things I like are... different from how other people like things.

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Actually, on the thought of not-so dark songs using Oliver, I hardly see any Oliver fans (or Yohioloid) fans talking about Yellow Card. I hadn't listened to it for years, but I still think it's pretty fun to this day, you could try checking it out if you feel like it. While we're at it, I'll add a bunch of special mentions for songs I knew were fairly liked enough when I was deeper into vocaloid but never see people talk about anymore as well. To be honest, I'd have a lot more to add to this list, but a lot of Oliver Originals I really liked are deleted or missing.... I understand it's at the producer's own discretion, but it's a little sad.

Unfortunately, A lot of the Bilibili/Niconico songs that I really liked were deleted or really really hard to access/find, but I'll reblog if I find them again.

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#vocaloid #vocaloid oliver #roachie recs #Roach rambles #Not my art #vocaloid recommendations

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One thing about Hazbin that makes me sad is that I was so inspired and kind of obsessed with it over covid. I really thought it was going to be the next big thing and had the potential (note: potential) to be an insightful story about redemption and what it means to be "good person." I really was hoping it would do into ideologies and how good is subjective and can be variable, but that doesn't diminish the importance of trying to be the best you can to the world and those around you. I always liked how Charlie's song in the pilot seemed to focus on the plethora of "not to do's" and how being positive will get you into Heaven, which is superfical, but I was so excited to see her grow and understand what it means for someone to be worth redemption and even if they are, would the powers at be allow them into heaven.

Then Helluva Boss happened. And I am actually glad it did, since it really let me check my Hazbin expectation. I genuinly think season 1 had problems, but overall a genuinly okay season. I would have made some/quite a few changes, but it works. Season 2 feels so aimless and no overarching story. Season 1 can semi get away with that because it is the start so things are getting started, but it also had some themes of Moxxie's and Blitz's sense of self and the relationship with Stolas. I really didn't ship Stolitz, since they are not my cup of tea (I find little too creepy sometimes), but I was curious where things were going to go.

I think Hazbin genuinly has Helluva as a blessing and a curse. Hazbin had cracks but overall the pilot is more enjoyable than Helluva in my opinion. There are things I don't like, but I had some hope things would get ironed out for a grand show. Helluva really had me tamper my expectations for what I will see in Hazbin, but it also killed my intrest and excitement. If this is Vivzie at her best, then what is Hazbin. Did rhey have a writers room to critique the story or are we going with Viv's vision. I will say the quality of the show completly depends on how much of a writers room workshopped her ideas. I think she has fantastic ideas and concepts but is poor on the followthrough. It could still have a chance if theg brought writers in to help her.

I also worry that with the amount of time between the pilot and the release Hazbin fans have had more time to read and develope more insightful character and if Helluva is any example, then I worry that we shouldn't expect much from Hazbin.

I also don't think Vivzie has done much late 19th and 20th century history reading, since most of her characters were born, lived, and died then, but it only takes 10 minutes of googling and just wiki (a sourse viv has access to) to see how little research and sense went into some character backstories. You gotta at least know some broad stroked of when there were born, what they were around for at what ages and when they died. Strangly I think Husk is biggest offender, but I bet Alastor the more the show goes on will take the cake. If Mimzie shows up, I bet she's also barely researched since her asthetic and death date don't line up if you want her to be like that when she died. I have been reading for unrelated reasons books of early 20th century history of the US and around the world. I could write paragraphs on the issues of Husk historically and how we barely makes sense or doesn't. I know it's a fictional work, but some of these are bad, and it makes Viv look ignorant. You don't need things to be perfect for your show, and I would implore people to take some creative liberties, since the past is super complicated. However, I shouldn't be able to google questions and read wiki for 10 minutes to destroy your character idea completely since the backstory becomes impossible almost instantly. (HUSK)

Now Helluva is doing something and the show I waited years for I feel might be a dud. I can't say it didn't have positive impacts on my life since it made me curious to try new hobbies that reminded me of the characters. It's dorky but I kept my reasonings to myselr and just enjoyed the activity. I now habe nee friends, hobbies, and skills (and no one knows why I did this).

Anon, are you sure you're not me? Because the covid lockdown was exactly what led to me getting into Hazbin, and then attached enough to ignore Vivzie's stacking red flags for a while. It kept me sane during that miserable summer, which just so happened to coincide with some very difficult fandom stuff. It got me through when my grandma died.

Admitting the show wasn't the one we all dreamed of would have been one thing. Discovering what a tremendously awful person Vivzie is, that was a lot harder.

#Anonymous #vivziepop critical #actual blog post

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Will Carmy become an addict?... Also, exactly what are his mental health (or other) issues?

This conversation is an offshoot of thoughts expressed here in conversation with @november-rising.

I'll start by saying I do not think Carmy is currently an addict or in recovery from an addiction. But, could Carmy become an addict like his dad (was he an addict or just a heavy abuser, we don't know) Mikey, and Donna? Maybe. Also, I hope nothing I write is offensive to anyone. If anyone thinks there is something I'm missing or misrepresenting please share and we can talk about it. I'm open to learning.

The statistic rates for people impacted by another person's addiction becoming an addict themselves is high. I myself had a drug addict mom and an alcoholic ex. I dabbled in drugs but never became an addict unless you count cigarettes and weed (no longer do either). How me and my brother didn't end up addicts despite our experimentation with hard substances is beyond me. All of the prerequisites were in place and I feel like we almost were tempting it like, come on, I know you want to take me, yet, neither of us ended up addicts.

Sometimes I felt it would make things easier. I think it was Lou Reed, maybe, who said something like addiction made life simple because then you only have one problem to deal with. I wish I only had one problem. I tried stuff as hard as coke, meth, and opium. I was a bartender and partied but never became an alcoholic. My brother went as far as trying heroin a few times. But neither of us became addicts. It's insane if you think about it.

Does that mean we didn't/do participate in fucked up self-destructive behavior? Hell no. Most of my life I have battled with trying to "be normal" all the while self sabotaging all along the way. But I never became an addict.

This is why it's so easy for me to see Carmy in all of his darkness and still see how he isn't necessarily someone doomed to become an addict. Nat didn't become one, me and my brother didn't become ones. I see a lot of us in Nat and Carmy. Carmy is way worse off than Nat, for sure. How, I dunno. And I would say I'm closer to Carmy in the melancholic creative way than my brother. So it's kind of a weird blessing that traumatized people who you would think would become addicts, don't, but it happens.

Could Carmy become one? I think if he continues to not address his issues with individual therapy, continues to blame himself, and just continues the same grind he wanted to escape, possibly. But I'm looking more to how Storer and Co. are telling the story as my signs more than Carmy's actual history. I guess I just don't see what the show would have to gain from Carmy becoming an addict. It would be a tragic ending. I'm not beyond them doing some tragic ending but I think it would just be kind of lame and what was the point if it ends with Carmy continuing the cycle and becoming an addict.

I see him and Nat as the second chance for the Berzattos. She is about to be a mom and hopefully will raise a child that doesn't have to witness any of the trauma she did. Carmy is trying to start over and I think as much as he is struggling now and it may get worse before better, I just see too many points of lightness for him to crawl towards/through. And I think this being so inspired by Storer's lived experience, I can't see him wanting it to end in doom and gloom. Chris and Coco are Carmy and Nat to me. They broke the curse. I think because of that he would want the show to reflect that.

Now, what the fuck is wrong with Carmy, in detail. I will start by saying we don't really know a diagnosis. I think common/possibly correct assumptions are a mix of anxiety, depression, and CPTSD. But I've also seen other ideas like maybe he is on the spectrum among other things. I'm not quick to say anything outside of the first three. He could be neurodivergent, but I guess what makes me not want to say that is because when people bring it up there is often this sentiment that it explains everything about him or that is takes precedent over his behavior being a reaction to his trauma. Two things can be true at the same time but I sometimes feel people apply neurodivergence in a way that dismisses how the average person would deal with a series of overlapping traumas.

The same way I see people assign Sydney as being neurodivergent and I'm like, or she could just be dealing with a lot of bullshit and trauma as a black woman? Because shit, I'm similar, does that mean I'm neurodivergent, too? Not to take away anyone who is neurodivergent and they relate to things they see in the characters. I'm just saying be careful to not dismiss common reactions to lived experience as such without more insight. Or sometimes people can be awkward or quirky without it being neurodivergence. Like sometimes it comes across as what we do know the characters have gone through isn't enough to justify what we see.

I will say I could see a case for Carmy having a learning disability. The evidence being his dislike for reading extensively and his very poor math skills. I think it was @eatandsleepwell who pointed out he only likes books with pictures. It's true. Most of his books are image heavy. And a lot of people are bad at math but he can't keep up with basic addition and subtraction (aka dyscalculia). But again, I think we are seeing evidence of this specific condition, not vague symptoms that could occur due to a number of things.

None of this is to say speculation or headcanons are not welcome. But to hard assign diagnosis is another thing.

#carmy berzatto #the bear fx #addiction #trauma

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pigeon-princess · 10 months

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I was browsing through your dnd characters tag again and I'm wondering just how many campaigns you're in because it seems like a thousand!

HAHAHAHA Honestly it does feel like a thousand sometimes but it's been nearly ten years since I started playing TTRPGs so theres have been quite a few! I also have a habit of always saying yes to playing in any tabletop game thats pitched by my friends which is why I always end up in so many. I just think they're neat.

As a player I would say I have two main campaigns that are ongoing and active at the moment. One is our Curse of Strahd group where I play my weird human wizard Silas and another is a long running homebrew campaign where I play my big half-orc Tybalt. I'm very blessed to have a lot of friends who love running and playing in TTRPGs, so we're never short of having someone whose keen to DM. We're all adults with jobs so coordinating different groups can be interesting but we manage to make it work (we also play in person which makes it even harder to schedule!)

Not all of our campaigns are running at the same time, sometimes they go on a long haitus or get paused so we can play something new or give one DM a creative break. On other occasions we'll branch out and just play one off characters and one-shots. I have my own homebrew campaign that I DM for which has been paused for the time being.

So to answer your question I'm in quite a few but two actively and the rest is dictated by what people are feeling up to playing/running!

#dnd #I play too much tabletop #My friends are so creative and fun and I love making new stories and charaters with them

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artzychic27 · 10 months

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Au based on my Phineas and Ferb incorrect quotes

What the heroes (And pretty much everyone else) don’t know is that Nathaniel is an agent at OWCA, or, Organization Without a Cool Acronym

Along with animals, they have human agents, and Nathaniel’s latest mission was to go undercover as a typical student at DuPont and report the sudden appearance of Akumas and heroes while occasionally foiling the plots of some underground villains who think they can get away with stuff now that the attention’s on Shadow Moth

Alix: Oh, that’s just Nath. He doesn’t do much.

There are hidden entrances and exits all over Paris that lead to his lair where he can get instructions from his superior, Colonel Carl

Although, some of the entrances aren’t too accommodating

Nathaniel: … Forget it! *Walks away… Then charges at the entrance, but his cone clangs against it and vibrates, making him dizzy as he stumbles into Max and hits the self destruct button on his machine, and it poofs away*

Kim: You know, in retrospect, I question the inclusion of a self-destruct button in the first place.

*A butterfly floats into Nathaniel’s cone, making him sneeze*

Max: Bless you, Nathaniel the Artist!

His uniform is literally just a fedora

Villain: An artist?

Nathaniel: *Puts on his fedora*

Villain: Nathaniel the artist?!

He’s skilled in hand-to-hand combat, mechanics, operating military-grade machinery and vehicles, etc.

When he does stop the villains from taking over the city, he also inadvertently helps Ladybug and Chat Noir defeat Akumas through this whole domino effect

Shadow Moth: CURSE YOU, NATHANIEL THE ARTIST!

Ladybug: What about us?

Shadow Moth: Eh.

Marc actually does know about Nathaniel’s double life, but Nathaniel doesn’t know he knows and feels guilty whenever he has to come up with some excuse to leave Marc when they’re on dates

Being the amazing boyfriend he is, Marc comes up with excuses on the spot whenever Nathaniel needs to leave

Nathaniel: *Gets an alert on his communicator* Damn it. Marc, I- *Sees he’s gone* … Marc?

Marc: *Resurfaces from the Seine* God, this water stinks.

Some are not the most creative excuses, but they work

The heroes have come very close to spotting Nathaniel while he’s on his missions, but the second he’s out of uniform…

Chat Noir: Wait… Is that-? Wait, no, it’s just Nathaniel. False alarm, m’lady, just an emo artist.

He sometimes gets partnered with other OWCA agents such as a Pierre the Peacock, Reginald the Rooster, Gladys the Goat, Fionna the Fox, and occasionally humans

He lies and says they’re a foster pet or visiting relative when he’s caught with them

Adrien: Why are you fostering a peacock?

Nathaniel: … Why aren’t you fostering a peacock?

Adrien: B-because I-

Nathaniel: Yeah! Think about that! Let’s go, Pierre. *Leaves with Pierre, who gives him a look* What? I don’t see you coming up with excuses.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #nathaniel kurtzberg #phineas and ferb #Agent N #mlb au #perry the platypus #Spotify

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Classes & Sub-Classes, part 2:

Cleric & Druid:

Masterlist

Bonus: You start with 6 bonus for your Standard Array, and you can move around your chosen Class Standard Array for your liking, it´s just there to help along

Note; this will not be built up like DND 5e but is heavily inspired by it

Cleric:

All Clerics start as level 3 devoted, and two Cleric spells. At level 5 you get three and at level 12 five. You get knowledge in the domain of the deity (Vala or Maia) you are devoted to, say you were a devoted to Este, or one of her Maia, you know 2 healing spells on top of your three spells, one of them being sleep, and you have advantage when rolling if someone needs healing or you need to know something about herbs. Your main quest in you life is spreading the word of your deity and sometimes your deity will speak through you to help you along, you trust your deity wholeheartedly and don´t believe they could ever do anything wrong. You inspire people around you with your faith and hope and can roll with an advantage to make your foe hesitate. When fighting it almost feels as if your deity is standing beside you, guiding you. Note that if you are devote to a Vala you have been given an object and two spells or some form of bonus as you are level 3 devote, you can also get gifts like these if you are devoted to a Maia but they might look different depending on the Maia.

Pros: You have advantage on wisdom, history, religion, medicine, arcane, and detect magic, and you have a bonus action for each turn.

Cons: Your morals are your deity´s morals, disadvantage with heavy weapons and heavy armor in one, but can have one of them.

Saving Throws: Advantage on proficiency, wisdom.

Equipment:

One melee weapon, of any kind - example; a mace or a warhammer, etc

One simple light weapon, of any kind, - example; short bow, dagger, etc

A shield and a blessed talisman (symbol)

Medium or light armor - example; scale mail, leather armor

A priest’s pack or an explorer’s pack

Standard Array:

Strength; 13

Dexterity; 12

Constitution; 15

Intelligence; 10

Wisdom; 16

Charisma; 10

Sub-Classes:

Chaos Path (trickery & darkness): This is the path of mostly Melkor but also Irmo, and their Maiar, and even rouge Maiar. Your alignments can´t be lawful as you enjoy tricking others, whether it be small harmless pranks or pulling them along and your game of manipulations is your own choice. You have advantage on deception, sleight of hand, charisma, and perception. You´re three start spells are; create illusion close, turn invincible and bestow curse.

Song Path (knowledge): You can take this path no matter what deity you choose to serve, the main purpose is to be the greatest loremaster of all there is. If you are a smith or a devoted to Aule this Sub-Class will make the most sense for you as it sparks creativity and knowledge. You can always learn more, both from a book and stories but also from your own making. You have advantage in intelligence and wisdom. You can choose two of your own three starters spells, the other is bless.

Life Path (& nature): This path is for the servants of Este, Yavanna, Vana, Orome, and Ulmo, or their Maia. Your enemies have disadvantage when attacking you. You can only wear medium armor and have medium weapons. Your three start spells are; aid, cure wound, and detect poison and disease.

Death Path: This path works if you want to be a Necromancer as a Sub-Class if you devote yourself to Melkor or Mairon, or anyone under Mairon´s service. You only take half damage from lethal blows. Namo, Nienna, and Vaire. Your three start spells are; blindness/deafness, bane, and calm emotions.

Light Path: The Valar for this path are Varda, Manwe, Irmo, Nessa, and Yavanna, and of course any Maia under them, although your deity can´t be a rouge Maia. You are an excellent healer and run straight into a fight against evil, your morals are strong and you are hard to convince. You have advantage on insight and can blind enemies one time per long rest up until level 5 where it will be three times. Your three start spells are; beacon of hope, cure wound, and detect Evil and Good.

Righteous Path (peace & order): There are two paths for this path, one where you always look for a peaceful solution and one where you head into battle at the smallest sign of unjust. You are stubborn and believe yourself always right, especially when it comes to morals. You have advantage on strength or insight depending on which deity you choose. The most suitable Valar are Tulkas, Ulmo, Manwe, Nienna, and Aule, and any form of Maiar, with similar domain. Your three start spells are; beacon of hope, bane, and aid.

Most suitable Race: All races are suitable for this class.

Druid:

Druids value nature and balance, they oppose cults and anything that might disturb Nature's balance. They accept that cruelty is a part of nature and don´t mind it unless they deem it unnatural, they sometimes lead small raids against what they deem evil and they think are destroying the balance of the world. They are often found guarding sacred places or watching over wild nature. They value bravery and the wish to protect. There are two forms of Druids, one who is worshipping nature and balance itself, and the other who worships nature through a chosen Vala, these usually resident close to temples or shrines.

Pros: Druids start out with two spells, heal wound, and earthshake ( this is a, half, weaker form of the spell with the same name in 5e, but when reaching level 8 it works the complete same way). They can use medium weapons. Most Druids have “Wild Shape”. They can speak to all animals. You can choose to start out as a level 3 devoted to either Ulmo, Orome, Irmo, Varda, Yavanna, and Vana.

Cons: Druids can´t wear metal, or heavy, armor or metal shields.

Wild Shape: To activate Wild Shape you have to be a devoted to either Ulmo, Orome, Irmo, Varda, Yavanna, and Vana. Wild Shape is where they can change form into a chosen animal, and when reaching level 3 they can choose another animal, two in all, and when reaching level 10 a third. Some of those Druids who have Wild Shape prefer the animal form more than the humanoid one and choose to spend most of their time in it, note that when reashing level 2 you can talk through your Wild Shape. - when in Wild Shape you are using the animal you take the form of strength.

Saving Throws: Against any kind of nature spell

Equipment:

A wooden shield or any simple weapon - example; dagger, spear, sling, etc

One simple melee weapon - example; scimitar, sickle, quarterstaff, etc

Leather armor

Explorer pack

Druidic Focus

Standard Array:

Strength; 10

Dexterity; 15

Constitution; 15

Intelligence; 12

Wisdom; 14

Charisma; 10

Sub-Classes:

Rott: There Druids find beauty in rott and know it is a necessary link in the circle of life. They are fascinated by mold and fungi. Instead of restoring life these Druids have the spell animate a corpse (at what compares to level 4 even at level 1), although they don´t have any healing spells. They can choose two other spells that aren´t associated with healing and their earthquake spell is a bit more powerful.

Dreams: Dream Druids are devoted to Irmo, they start out level 3 devoted, and have the spell sleep. They can create both good and bad dreams for anyone they wish, even powerful opponents, once per long rest. They have an extra bonus action when starting a battle and two times per short rest, they also have advantage on Charisma.

Dark: The Druids who take te path of the dark are either those who have lived before the sun and moon or bear a certain mistrust of them since Beleriand clearly had no problem surviving without them. They have advantage on Wisdom, and an extra bonus action.

Land: The Druids of land are mystics and sages who keep ancient knowledge and rituals safe through storytelling. They have advantage on Charisma and they get two bonus spells.

Stars: Star Druids need to be devoted to Varda like Dream Druids need to be devoted to Irmo, this also means that they start out level 3 devoted. This class, like the dark class, misses the days of Beleriand before the sun and moon where you could see the stars clearly no matter what. They can cast dancing light and light, and all creatures who prefer the darkness will have to roll for saving throws when they cast one of these spells to see if they get frightened. They have an extra bonus action when starting a battle two times per short rest, and advantage in Wisdom.

Shepherd: These Druids care for all living creatures, even those others might see as evil. Their main focus is caring for those animals and creatures who have difficulty defending themselves. They have bonus actions and can summon any kind of passive creature matching their own level within 50 feet to fight with them when in battle.

Most suitable Race: This race works best for Elvers, Humans, Peredhels, and Maiar, although all races can play it.

#tolkien #jrr tolkien #silmarillion #silmarillion d&d #cleric #druid

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punkpandapatrixk · 2 years

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🛼Strange Motivation—Timeless Tarot Guidance for 🐞🐍⛲🐝ALL SIGNS

With the elements/signs of the zodiac, you can freely use your Sun, Moon, Rising/Ascendant, or even your Stellium (❗️)

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People are motivated by all kinds of unique motives. Some are motivated by things others would perceive as shallow or wrong or unimportant; but who are they to judge, really, when each of us, our own lives are afflicted with the ebb and flow of strange desires?

We are all free beings who can do whatever the fuck we want. We’re always learning and growing anyway. As you are free to pursue your own dream Life, so others are free to pursue theirs in their own ways. The more you mature carrying this mantra, the more you are at peace with all people’s strange motivations.

If you see something you don’t like or can’t agree with? You’ll know intuitively to remove yourself from the situation/environment. You have the freedom to ignore things that aren’t in alignment with your own value system without being aggressive. Live and let live; everyone’s really just trying to create a Life they can love💖

☆♪°・. energetic intro ☆♪°・.

Punk Astro Guidance is a timeless☘️reading, but this one has the backup energies of both New Moon in Gemini in May and Solar Eclipse in Scorpio in October, because, why not? The season tells me so. You know Gemini is a creative whacko~🤡and Scorpio is a psychopath who tends to be drawn to all kinds of strange and taboo interests~👹

Don’t rely too much on logic; just trust in your magick!

Strange Motivation for 🐞Fire Signs – Red Magus (Edward Kelly)

Your natural gifts, depending how you use them and who sees you use them, can be either a curse or a blessing. Original talents that are far and between get misunderstood a lot; some people may even be frightened by your abilities. But if you devote your Art to the improvement of your environment, sooner than later everybody is gonna kneel and thank you.

🐏Aries – Ace of Wands

A fitting card for Aries. You are a powerhouse of originality. Your passion alone moves the world and alters it for the better. If only you would devote yourself to finishing whatever the fuck you’ve started, hon🤡But hey, you’re talented at many things, so as long as you remain devoted to pursuing your honest passions and developing your skills around those core passions, there’s no way you’re not making it big in the world. Because you’re passionate and earnest, one way or another, a way is always gonna be available for your access. You’re supported and protected by your Higher Self like that.

Given the backup energy of this reading, Gemini and Scorpio; this is an interesting blend of being chill about shit whilst at the same time, passionately and seriously devoted to your personal interests. What motivates you in this world? What keeps you going? Honestly, being Aries means you can only follow an idea or inspiration that is faithful to the song of your Soul. Following the crowd is only gonna send you to misery. You don’t follow the trend, fuck that, you ARE the trend! You were born into this world with powerful magic and manifesting abilities, you just need to direct those powers wisely. Invest only in things that matter to your Soul. It’s something personal. You don’t follow nobody.

Like a pied piper, you’re the leader of a crowd. But where are you leading your people? Hopefully you study enough and become so skilful that nobody’s manipulative temptations get to corrupt the purity of your intentions. You’re meant to be of service to your community by rising from ashes and waking up to your own personal power. Grab your CROWN; you’re going places~

🦁Leo – King of Pentacles Rx

Of all the Fire signs, Leo is the most logical thanks to its fixed quality. But this card in reverse is saying that sometimes trying to be too logical can make you a bully instead. And you’re being a bully, in a sense, mostly to yourself. You can be really hard on yourself and then that behaviour bleeds into your communication style with others. Of course, we all know you expect to be respected, to be seen as someone strong and capable, so that others wouldn’t mess with you. You demand to be respected, but in maintaining that outlook, you could be inviting strife and drama instead.

That said, when you find this reading, try to sit back with a nice cup of tea or something, and then tap into the more intuitive side of your being. Ask yourself what you essentially wish to see manifest in your reality right now. What is causing you stress and distress? You may find that a lot of the critical opinions and cruel desires in your mind were just implanted by your environment. Because you grew up with brash people, you thought you needed to also be like that so as not to lose. Now is the time to start wanting a different reality altogether.

You’re currently very supported in dreaming a better reality. Remember: all kinds of change in the physical begin with dreams and visions. Carefully select your thoughts and be determined to delete harsh thoughts that aren’t serving a compassionate reality for yourself. Maintain that vision and protect your manifestation. Anything or anybody that causes tension or slows down your dreams, they can go. Or, you can decide to ignore and move the fuck on. You’ve got this!

🎠Sagittarius – King of Wands

OMG this is so funny; the first thing that comes to mind is: have you ever thought of being a mentor to somebody? Well, Sagittarius is indeed the philosopher and teacher of the zodiac, but OK, maybe not everybody wants to be a teacher or a university professor. In that case, this is just saying that you may want to be under the mentorship of someone else. Maybe you have a role model online and want to emulate their lifestyle or communication style or anything else? That can do, too. You can begin with copying, emulating someone you admire until you develop your own colour. That’s how a lot of people achieve greatness, so there’s no shame in that. Why else would we have celebs to look up to?

As you turn your Life for the better, so you become a beacon of Light for another. And then, without meaning to, you become a celeb for other people who want to emulate you. Those who see your light and want to shine like that. You achieve all of this by sheer passion, you know. There’s something extremely magical about earnest passions, you know? Just by being honestly yourself you’re serving your community.

Other than that, you may also want to pursue higher education. I’m seeing it’s crucial if you wish to be an expert at something important to you. Law if you want to defend justice and protect the innocent, for example. I feel like whatever you’re focusing on right now, you need higher knowledge and expertise to be able to deliver your point of view in a respectable manner.

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Strange Motivation for 🐍Earth Signs – Silver Geographer (Francis Drake)

Earth signs are known to be quite straightforward when it comes to using logic, but not necessarily so when conveying feelings. As such, you may, from time to time, lack the ability to wholeheartedly listen to what someone else is trying to communicate to you, especially when feelings are at the heart of the matter. Thing is… as you avoid the discomfort of hearing people talk about feelings, you may just lose a chance to build better network LMAO

🐂Taurus – 5 of Wands

Amongst peeps who are versed in astrology, Taurus doesn’t always have a likeable reputation due to its unwillingness to be flexible. However, I hope you are aware of this yourself that you’re blessed with so much creativity and a kickass sense of humour. Taurus rules the throat and the 2nd House, what do you think that’s all about? Communication, original expression, wealth amassment, and the limelight. Taurus consciousness has the desire to be seen and applauded for all that it has to offer the world. The word ‘entertainment’ comes to mind.

You like to entertain people and just make friends—at your own pace. Yeah, sometimes you fall into arguments with people, which may have made you think being around people is draining. But from a higher perspective, that usually happens when you refuse to look at another person’s reason, priority, or point of view. That’s selfish on your end, if you have the humility to admit that.

The main focus of this reading for you, right now, is the motivation to learn to be gentler, more flexible with the way you communicate with other people. Think about this from a more intuitive perspective: can you imagine your immediate reality becoming that much more pleasant and friendly if everyone dropped their defences and started to communicate more honestly? More than you realise, a lot of people actually want to be genuine friends with you; you’ve just got to develop humble self-reproach so you stop thinking people are out here trying to personally attack you.

🧘🏻‍♀️Virgo – Ace of Cups

You’ve been praying for a renewal to take place in your Life, especially in the emotional realm. It seems you’ve been dealing with harsh people who aren’t exactly patient themselves, so you get really tired of dealing with them. Although you may want to cut all ties with them, there’s currently a message to be a bit more patient right now. With yourself, hon. Endure the situation and rise above petty arguments; maintain your cool without sacrificing your integrity, or dignity. In due time, you will be glad you persisted. Why?

Because during that time you endured the bullshit situation, you grew up. You become emotionally stronger and now you’re unshakable. Any kind of bullshit behaviour thrown your way, you’ll know how to handle with grace. That’s literally the strongest mental capacity indeed! You’re currently in the midst of creating a good future for yourself.

Listen and observe how others behave. You don’t have to resort to arguments; let them say what they need to say, and keep the records, and one day you’ll have plenty of materials to use against those who have oppressed you. Huehuehuehue~ Patience is key; cuz Karma hits like a bitch.

🐐Capricorn – Queen of Cups Rx

Some aspects of your Life need to undergo massive transformations, expressly and expediently! Why? Because the cosmic energies of Love are trying to enter your Life! It’s coming real fast, so you’d better make space for it. Like… imagine you’re buying a grand piano, it’s arriving in two days, now you’ve got to rearrange your living room or library to welcome this darn huge piano, aight? You may even need to throw away useless stuff to make space for this precious new item. You get the picture🪗

But, if you have an emotional attachment to whatever should belong in the garbage, you’re gonna have a difficult transition. That said, I’d like to remind you that whatever the Universe is trying to remove from your reality is something (or someone) vibrating lower than pure Love with a capital L. Cosmic energies of Love, patience, grace and kindness are trying to enter your Life. That means a new Reality that respects your divinity is dawning. So don’t be afraid of letting go your emotional attachments to garbage😬

Your cup still has some stale wine in it. Trust me you don’t wanna finish that just because you think you have to. Have the courage to throw that away and refill your cup with fresh, better quality wine, and savour the fact you’ve done marvellously well to deserve that new wine. Be motivated by Love, my friend. If there is Love, respect comes naturally.

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Strange Motivation for ⛲Air Signs – Gold Astronomer (John Dee)

Being all about intelligence, Air signs could develop the strange motivation to brave all kinds of challenges. It excites you when you can prove yourself capable of resolving complex issues. But when you are faced with roadblocks at every turn, maybe those obstacles are there to remind you that this isn’t your Divine Path…? Be careful your drive and motivation aren’t dictated by what you think you should pursue based on other people’s standards or expectations.

👯Gemini – Ace of Swords Rx

You’re usually someone who comes up with creative, brilliant ideas on a heartbeat. But right now you’re lacking inspiration. Perhaps because the old priorities aren’t exciting anymore. You feel like Life has been pretty much the same; you feel like a hamster running on a wheel; and your space is so small it’s literally suffocating you. Your brain is both tired and bored. You need new hobbies and new learning grounds—nope, not new obsessions; that sort of thing doesn’t last, you know.

If you’re only beginning to ponder what sort of exciting intellectual pursuit you should devote yourself to, first, be in silence. I know not everybody is into this thing called meditation, but you’ve got to try this silencing of the mind so you hear your heart. Meditation doesn’t have to look like what you think it looks like; as long as you’re able to calm your nerves down and breathe slowly, you’re on the right track.

The thing here is that you’re often into new hobbies that don’t last because you’re pursuing something shallow. You could be the most Gemini person on Earth but I’m sure even you have some depth to you. You ain’t just your Gemini, right? What about other things like your Moon? North Node? 5th and 10th Houses? Surely those placements can tell you what creative endeavour you could potentially enjoy for a long, long time~?

⚖️Libra – 6 of Wands

Have you ever truly pondered what it means to be of service to the world? Narrow minded people might say, ‘Who the fuck wants to be a servant?’ but those are only the people who don’t understand that they themselves are part of a bigger community. As one person serves a community, fulfils their role in society, and so on everybody does the same, so society functions well. By utilising skills and expertise that have been honed by dedicated hard work and study, everybody essentially becomes a hero to their own community. But all of this is mere philosophy because at the end of the day, most people are too stupid and too selfish to know how to maintain a good society.

But how about you personally? Are you ever motivated by this altruistic philosophy? Do you envision a better world where people are a tad less stupid and self-destructive? If you resonate with this reading, you’re currently being awakened by your team of Spirit Guides to realise this vision. They’re reconnecting you to the more spiritual aspect of your drive for success. Being spiritual doesn’t necessarily mean you have to like crystals and herbal teas, OK?

A lot of inherently spiritual people are also in the business sector of society; changing the way businesses are done in a more humane and respectful way. Also in the entertainment industry, also in IT. You get the picture. So anyway, you were born into this world carrying seeds of manifestation that are potentially world-changing. Do you even remember what your mission is?

🏺Aquarius – 9 of Cups

Wow, look at all of that light in both your cards. The magician oracle (Gold Astronomer) also depicts a shooting star. It’s like saying, as an Aquarius, you’re a genius who’s supposedly always inspired by your divine connection to the Cosmos. A lot of people fail to mention that Aquarius is also an extremely spiritual sign—I mean, come on, you’re literally second to last in the zodiac wheel. You’re just as spiritual as Pisces; but your personal expression of spirituality is just different (very Aquarian quality) from most other signs. These words, ‘don’t rely too much on logic, just trust in your magick’ are totally for you in this reading.

If you decide to be guided (your path lighted) more by your intuition, you’ll be so much more content emotionally. You will feel a sense of independence that isn’t necessarily aloof or detached from the rest of your community. I know that feels important to you because no matter how icy cold you can be, you do care about people. You have this innate desire to be there as a source of hope/inspiration for others. You want to be a Light for others. But people either drain you or bore you to death because they’re too pathetic in many ways LMAO

So, if this truly matters to you, I’d say you need to be motivated by emotional independence. Kinda sounds weird. But this is essentially about cultivating a caring heart, a tender compassion for others whilst not being personally attached to them. If you don’t do this, Aquarius tends to end up being aloof or detached after feeling disappointed in other people’s behaviours. In the long run, that ain’t very healthy~

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Strange Motivation for 🐝Water Signs – Silver Alchemist (Ramon Llull)

If you know the story of Ramon Llull, it’s quite fascinating how his penchant for studying occult knowledge made him open for persecution; however, due to his saintly demeanour, he was spared the Church’s bloodthirsty attention😏Water signs tend to observe too acutely the unfairness revolving this world, and this often leads to a breakage of the heart… or the character. Those who can’t afford turning cruel are heartbroken constantly; those who can’t afford a constant heartbreak are turned to cruelty.

🦀Cancer – 3 of Pentacles Rx

It’s often been said that Cancer peeps need to constantly shield themselves from the negativity of other people. It’s especially true if Cancer is your Ascendant. I guess it’s because Cancer is the baby of the Water signs; it explains why this consciousness gets easily confused in the stream of other people’s negative ideas. Humans are social beings as they say, but if a Cancer-dominant person doesn’t set healthy and respectful boundaries, they may just get walked all over by other strong-willed characters. Being strong-willed doesn’t always translate into kindly behaviours, you know. A lot of negative-minded people are brash! And they can be extremely determined in the negative way they view the world.

You, as a Cancer-dominant person, must be proactive in shielding yourself from such influences. A lot of Cancers aren’t aware of this of themselves and they become lost in the stream of the world’s negativity and bitterness, and then, somehow someway, we all know Cancer Sun peeps as the most hated people due to their sharp tongue and unfiltered nastiness. Well Cancer, are you sure that nastiness is originally yours or what?

If you aren’t conscious of your surroundings, the environment you’re always in, you’re just gonna be a jackass without realising other people made you that way. Cancer is the mother of the zodiac; don’t be so weak that other people’s company turns you into a monster instead.

🦂Scorpio – 4 of Cups Rx

You’ve been deep in thoughts and dreams, but no matter how colourful the dreams appear to be, you feel bored and stuck in your everyday reality. It is because you’re currently being directed by your Higher Self to look to new avenues of creativity. This may mean changing jobs or starting a passion project you’ve been wanting to do. The time is now if you really wish to change your circumstances for the better. The longer you endure the stagnation the deeper you fall into depression. So don’t allow that to happen; it might be a real struggle to get out of that phase later. Have the courage to weather changes and challenges NOW.

Because, if you’re worried about failure or the possibility to seeing yourself having taken the wrong step… you’re wrong. There is a lot of abundance in store for you if you make the change or take the challenge. Abundance may not necessarily mean a rainfall of money immediately, but it can mean a gradual sense of liberation and calm. Being able to breathe fresh air after swimming all the way up from the dark bottom of the ocean.

Whatever you choose to do from this moment onwards, as long as you remain courageous and positive of mind, real gladness and happiness is yours for the taking. If you struggle a lot with negative expectations or fears, and you worry such thoughts might ruin your manifestation, I’d suggest subliminals for a positive self-concept. Your material abundance may be coming in slowly, but as long as you’re able to breathe calmly, that’s a good start~

🎏Pisces – 7 of Wands

Pisces or 12th House dominant people are usually spiritual even if each person’s spirituality looks different from what’s traditionally viewed as spiritual. There is a need to always be in communion with your Higher Self, team of Spirit Guides, or any other nature elementals, which may be considered gods or deities in many cultures, to maintain your sense of direction in this Human world. Whew, that’s a long ass sentence but please grasp that. You have a constant need to immerse yourself in the unseen forces that govern this Planet’s events as well as the lives of the creatures living on it. When you’re out of touch, you become confused and overwhelmed by all these things called ‘duty’.

In the Human world, people abide by so many restrictive rules and are expected to fulfil duties that aren’t even paying respect to the sheer dignity of being alive. Psst paying for housing and electricity is just one blatant example of this disrespect for people’s most fundamental dignity. If you allow yourself to be so absorbed into the rigidity of rules and regulations imposed by those psychopaths that govern Human societies, sooner than later you’ll turn yourself into a cold, detached and aloof puppet incapable of sparing kindness for other people.

Then you just become a tool for maintaining the whole world’s ugly status quo. Know that a lot of the world’s psychos and serial killers tend to have strong Aquarius and Pisces placements, hon. Pisces is the world’s most powerful healer and energy transmuter, but if you lose yourself to the Matrix, you’re done. Please just go back to God and renew your contract.

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