The Soul King was really practicing what Yhwach preaches, it seems.
But when you do merciful deeds, don’t let your left hand know what your right hand does, so that your merciful deeds may be in secret, then your Father who sees in secret will reward you openly.
Matthew 6:3-4
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Titanic AU?
Titanic AU! That I was up until like 3am one night plotting out with @acrossthesestars.
Basically, Abby's been married to Borros Baratheon in a terrible, loveless marriage and is trying to figure out how to get out of this with her bestie, Wylla, who is her companion on their honeymoon on the Titanic.
Aegon Targaryen never showed up for the wedding, but they have their meet-cute on the ship. I included a sweet bit behind the cut!
“You are acting like a child,” her husband snapped at her, his voice low and vicious, loud enough for Wylla to hear, for her eyes to narrow.
She turned her head to snap back at him, reckless with it, and her eyes caught on the man across the table from her, watching her.
His eyes were such an unusual lilac.
It was the first thing she noticed. His eyes were large and thickly lashed, and the lilac of them glowed warm in the bright light of the dining room. She could not hear the further snarling of her husband, the music that trailed through the room, the hum of conversation.
His face was softer than his brother’s for there was no mistaking the familial resemblance in the way Aemond and Aegon Targaryen rested a fisted hand upon the stark white table linens, their twin blonde heads inclined towards each other. Had Abby not been so caught in his eyes, she may have found it amusing.
All she could hear was her heart. It beat so loud in her ears, surely everyone could hear it, couldn’t they?
She watched the way his tongue darted out along his lower lip and felt her cheeks flush. Her fingers tapped against the table as if answering the question his mouth asked without knowing what it all meant, and she felt a knot settle in her belly to see his fingers tap against the champagne flute.
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jughead is such a fucking menace this chapter I'm having so much fun
wholly insufferable
balls to the wall bitchery
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Story. You Bet
[ID: 11 digitally sketched panels in b/w]
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[Panel 1: The Jack sitting on the left, looking nervous, and Riker sitting on the right, looking annoyed. Hare says from off panel, "I can see these two getting roped into this nerdy crap."]
[Panel 2: The Skull and Locksmith on the other side of the table, Skull on the left, Locksmith on the right. The Skull is shrugging with a mild glare while Locksmith has a brow raised and is gesturing with his right hand. Hare asks from off spanel, "What are (italics) you two doing?" The Skull says, "What, you the fun police now? I felt like it." Locksmith says, "Morbid curiosity."]
[Panel 3: Hare points at Dee, who looks down at the her hands on the table. Hare asks, "(ellipses) Dee?" Dee replies, "I don't like competitive board games. They make me angry."]
[Panel 4: Text at the top reads, "Earlier:" Dee is flipping a board game, scattering the pieces everywhere. Scratch, drawn simply, looks shocked. The Jack is in the background, also at the game table. Riker is cowering underneath the table with his hands on his head.]
[Panel 5: Scratch makes the ASL sign for 'cooperate,' saying, "So, I thought we'd try co-op." The Jack raises a hand in a friendly gesture, smiling, and says, "Come on, Hare, you like dice games!"]
[Panel 6: Hare folds his arms, rolls his eyes, and vents smoke. He says, "No, I like (italics) betting games. Not this make-believe, no stakes baloney."]
[Panel 7: Riker takes his cigarette out of his mouth and says slyly to The Jack, "I (italics) bet he can't get through character creation." From off panel, Hare says, "How much."]
[Panel 8: Riker coyly asks, "Say again?" Hare narrows his eye and says, "How much are you (italics) betting?"]
[Panel 9: Riker, smirking, looks in his wallet as The Jack and Dee watch him. Riker says, "I got five bucks."
[Panel 10: There's a silent pause (no text) as Hare stands next to an empty chair. Dee, The Skull, and Riker watch him, Riker smirking expectantly.]
[Panel 11: Hare sits down, scooting the chair back. He says, "Give me a damn pencil." Riker narrows his eyes victoriously. End ID]
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