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Fly through “The Fifth Day” in a new Batstarion update to “Antics of the Newly Ascended”
Ascended Astarion x f!Reader | M | 1.2K of fluffy bat fluff
Summary: You wake not quite yourself… and your Lord will be the one to guide you this time into the night
CW: cuteness, fluff, toothrotting fluff, bat sex teased, garden ruins, one Ascended Vampire that’s really just his idiotic, ambitious self.
Previous ch | Ao3 link | Masterlist
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It’s a quiet evening for once… you decided to lounge in your rooms, leaving Astarion to have to mingle bereft of your presence. He had pouted, but having you beg so prettily for a moment to yourself, he granted it to you. When you are happy, he is too. And of course he wants you rested, eager and willing for your nightly activities… You had scoffed at the implication in front of the rest of your party, even as your thighs grew hot and your body quivered with the promise of his adoration.
Your body had grown exceptionally heavy, the pull of sleep too great, despite your vampiric powers, your own as his consort that seemed to grow more every day. Your dreams are sweet and soft, like you are wrapped in the plushest of furs, cloaked in a blanket of your bond with your lord.
You can feel his approach even in your dreams, his silken voice tickling your ear as he speaks to you.
“How adorable you are, my pet,” he rasps right in your ear. You yawn and stretch, his caressing touch weaving through the top of your head…. But as your eyes open, your stomach drops.
Your world hangs upside down… or you do. You flail your arms, body shaking as you realize Astarion’s smirking, sharp and handsome face looms below you. It isn’t his hand in your hair… it’s his single digit scratching at the top of your head.
Suddenly, you plumet, arms… no wings flapping wildly as you fall.
Until he catches you in the palms of his hands. “And just when I thought you couldn’t get any more darling… my darling,” he croons quietly, your sensitive ears thankful for his consideration. “Seems the extension of Mephistopheles’ gift has granted you even more abilities as well, my love.”
You try to reply, but all that comes from your little throat are the same squeaking chitters your love has made in this same… form.
“Hush, my treasure,” he smirks. “Now it seems to be my turn to guide you in how to use your powers. And one who has supped on my blood, it seems only fair I be your teacher.” He sets you tenderly down on the bed, careful to let your feet settle first. It’s a strange feeling, claws for feet and wings for arms and fingers. You stretch them out, looking to see the thin skin pulled between your fingers, a soft blue-grey, the same color you see down your belly.
Your fur.
He cocks one hip, his expression one clearly savoring your discovery. Amused. “Think of all the possibilities this adds, my consort… all the new positions and forms we can… experiment with that might just bring us together in new and… exotic ways.”
“No way,” you push your voice into his mind, irritated. “I’m trapped as a bat, and all you can think of are the endless possibilities of fucking in this form?” Your annoyance takes over your body, your wings flapping in rage as you suddenly feel yourself lift from the bedding.
Flying.
“I will not be allowing you to fuck me as a bat… my lord.” You add his title just for formality, just to emphasize you vehement opposition.
Astarion gives a low, rumbling chuckle as he watches you dart around his face. “Well, my pet, we have an eternity for you to change your mind. But at the very least, I’ve spurred you to take flight.”
He crosses to the window, opening the lead-paned window into the cool night. Flashing that look of purest seduction, of ravenous desire in the twist of his smirk and the cant of his brows, he crosses back towards where you fly. A tingle of power pierces the air as he shifts. He swoops at you, the fluffy white bat you have held and pet and chided for being naughty. “Shall we?” he smirks on his pointed face, his voice like velvet even inside your mind.
He flits around you, running the claws of his feet through the fur on your back. It makes you… tingle—warm and molten.
“Dammit, I said no…” you dart away.
“Just a little flight, once around the City, my love. And I promise to be on my best behavior. No fangs or cock until we’ve returned, I swear.”
You give a high-pitched huff, flapping out the window and into the starry sky. You swoop and swirl through the air, following his fluffy white tail and outstretched wings. Diving through garden after garden, park and park, you can’t help but feel the rush of these powers, the way your bond with Astarion hums, vibrating like your membranous wings do as you fly. Flapping, he banks quickly to the side, you follow as best you can, realizing he’s led you back to the Lower City walls, and you instantly recognize these outer palace walls.
The Crimson Palace. Astarion’s old… new home….
He slows himself, an ancient garden enclosed by the palace’s walls, your destination it seems. A grand, stone arch, shadowed by the moonlight, is where he stops. Flipping himself around, he hangs from his own clawed feet in its pointed pinnacle.
You try to do the same, missing it by that much as you stop, fingers and toes clinging into the stone so you can scramble beside him. His body is still bigger than yours, wings wrap tight around you, his white fur that warm blanket you recall from your restful dreams. Nose twitching he holds you just so, the night darkening before dawn now. The garden is derelict, rotting bushes and broken stone figures. You wonder how anyone could think that C— that the former owner of this palace held any affluence.
Though you know the legers in the Counting House speak otherwise.
“Once the brain is defeated, this will all be ours, my treasure…” he purrs wistfully. You can feel the centuries of longing seeping into his thoughts. As if he had stared into this same garden countless times before.
Longing.
Begging for freedom. For light. For growth.
“Needs some work,” you hum in reply. “Some improvements, to be sure. Blooming flowers for one would be nice.”
“Whatever you desire, my love.”
You feel just a tickle, a brush of his head between your twitching, pointed ears. His little snuffles of breath warming your fur and making you spine tingle to be so close to him.
He seems to pull you tighter, wings clutched hard on your body to make you face him once more. “Now, unless you’ve changed your stance on experimentation… I would very much like to… return to our bed, little love.”
“Camp it is,” you laugh into his mind, pushing off him with your little claw feet to launch you back into the night.
“One day…” you hear him chuckle into your thoughts, distantly. Half to himself.
A series of flashes cross from your mind to his…
One day, this will be yours, your palace… One day you’ll fly home here, not some Inn with rooms to share… One day, this garden will bloom, and one day he will fuck you in it. Bat or no, you will be his in his palace. As he will be yours.
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For @marimosalad and @snowfolly
#ascended astarion#ascended astarion x reader#batstarion#bat!tav#astarion x reader#astarion x female reader#astarion x f!reader#astarion x tav#astarion x female tav#astarion x f!tav#Consort bride takes flight#just two bats flying alround Baldur’s Gate#bg3 fic#bg3 spoilers#bg3#astarion bg3#bg3 astarion#astarion fluff#astarion#lord astarion#baldursgate3#baldur’s gate 3#baldur‘s gate#astarion baldurs gate#baldur gate 3#baldurs gate 3#baldur's gate 3
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Helios: *a young ‘sun elf’ turned Aasimar raised by a sect of Shar cultists pretending to be Lathander worshippers, all of whom raised him from birth to believe he’d be sacrificed and reborn as the morning lord but in truth, they wished to spill the blood of the sun gods own in his own temple in the name of their dark lady so the shadows would consume the very source of the moon maidens silver light and the light that comes at dawn to end all darkness…, now quietly walking through the entrance of cazadors castle with a forlorn expression having witnessed astarion ascend despite his pleas* he really did it… I hope… he’s happy… I thought… I thought he’d of chosen kindness…
Gale: hundreds, thousands of lives destroyed, all to feed power to one person… are you okay?…
Helios: *flaps his wings* I’m… I’m okay… You’ve all got what you wanted now though right?… can… can we go find another temple of lathander now?… one not defiled by Githyanki or… a smouldering ruin?
Shadowheart: *knows the truth about his childhood and desperately trying to convince him he’s been mislead his whole life just like her* Helios please you can’t still be serious about this! The cultists who raised you were shar worshippers! The same as the ones who stole me from my parents-
Helios: NO THEY WERENT!
Karlach: Woah there sunbeam let’s calm down and not level this place like you did the monastery.
Helios: No I won’t calm down!!! *points to shadowheart* I got her her memories back! I lost my first flight to her betrayal! *points to lae’zel* the temple where id ascend lies in ruin now because of her people! She got her prince and a dragon too! *points at gale* I fixed your relationship with your stupid goddess! *points at Wyll* I broke your pact! *points at halsin* I saved your grove! I saved thaniel! And I saved you!!! *stomps his foot as he looks at karlach* I got you your fucking heart back! And Astarion- *chokes out a sob* he… he got the power he wanted… now I’m finally going to ascend to my place as the morning lord!!! And if none of you will help me I’ll do it myself! I’ll spill my own blood if I have to! I’ll- *goes limp in shock as sharp fangs sink into his neck with a death grip to chill him to the bone*
Karlach: ASTARION NO!
Shadowheart: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!?
Gale: HE’LL GO MAD!
Astarion: *cuts his finger feeding the Aasimar a drop of his blood, turning him into a vampire bride/consort* mm- *pulls away and catches him as he passes out in his arms* there we go… nice and quiet now… *looks at the others* What? We all wanted to stop him from killing himself. This way I can prevent him from doing so. *lifts him up, patting his wings and hair*
Gale: He’s afraid of the dark astarion! He cannot stay in the shadows he’ll go mad!
Astarion: Oh don’t worry, *smiles glancing down at the Aasimars paling face as he turns* He’ll still be able to bask in the sun… I wouldn’t dream of taking that away from him. *Carries him off into the palace, knowing he’ll hate him for his decision, even if the only reason he did it was to keep him safe*
#ascended astarion#astarion acunin#astarion baldurs gate#shadowheart bg3#gale baldurs gate 3#karlach baldurs gate 3#Helios Tav#Helios OC
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ABO AU
When Daemon won battle above god eye. He battled Aemond with Nettles' help. Nettles and her dragon along with Vhagar lost their lifes and he decided to take time to heal his wound and spare his unmated omega nephew for another plan.
The riot in King's landing happened and the queen flighted to meet her demise in Dragonstone. Aegon the older returned to King's landing just to meet with bloodworm on Redkeep and his uncle sitting on iron throne. He neither had a chance to take black nor met his mother and brother one last time before he became an ashe. But not before his man killed lady Beala as the retaliation.
The Black won the dance.
Daemon crowned himself and made a decree,
His trueborn son, Aegon will be his heir.
His omega daughter who just returned from Eerie, Rheana will be the heir of Driftmark.
And his omega nephew, will be his consort.
Small council from both black and green had really hard time and use every wording to spin this into the union act to reconcile this conflict. But Daemon just laughed, the marriage between kinslayers was indeed the match made in heaven.
Everything about this marriage was decided while the bride was chained and drugged. And wake up to know the reality, that he would spend the rest of his life as Daemon's broodmare. But if this sacrifice can save the life of his remaining family, it's ok. I can endure it.
The marriage ceremony was held in grand sept, nothing luxury for the war-torn dynasty. If his late wife was Maegor with teats, then Daemon was the Maegor himself. He finished the ceremony with bedding ritual in the Sept. The nobles and royals witness the couple's first consummate together, the king fucked prince Aemond like he was a cheap whore. He did not hid anything, he let them see let them hear.
That was the last time that Aemond was seen outside the maidenvault.
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Name: Efenity (Efe) Kelmorn
Toyhouse Profile:
https://toyhou.se/23127342.efenity-kelmorn
Pinterest Aesthetic Board:
https://www.pinterest.com/spiiceprincess/oc-baldurs-gate-3-efenity-kelmorn/
Personal Theme Songs:
Do Bad Well - KSHMR (ft Nevve)
Losing My Mind (ft HALIENE) - Tritonal
Unstable - Svrcina
All Eyes On Me - CRMNL
The Glamorous Life - Eden's Crush
Race/Species: Half High-Elf, (later) Vampire Bride/undead
Age: Mid 30s
MBTI: ESTP-A
Class: Storm Sorcerer
Background: Criminal - Smuggling, transportation/import/export, haggling, heist planning
Proficient Skills: Intimidation, Deception, Persuasion
Personality: ESTP - Efenity is not a "nice person". She doesn't revel in being evil or mean necessarily... she just has no patience for stupidity and often just feels frustrated and angry all the time. But she holds it in. She can often be quiet, but speaks loud and heavy. She spent far too long being silenced, and when she has something to say, she's going to say it. But she doesn't share a lot about herself either. Mostly so it can't be used against her.
She can put on airs and be sweet, charming, and kind when it's needed, but it's usually not with sincerity.
She prefers to be the biggest voice (and person) in the room, using intimidation (and her muscles) as a convincer.
It takes a lot for her to trust someone and be loyal to them, but once they are in her very, very, very small "circle" she trusts them completely. Otherwise... she'll sell you to the devil for a corn chip and think nothing of it.
Full Backstory:
READ HERE (Google Doc)
Powers: Favors lightning and thunder magic, Flight, and...biting.
Allies/Friends: Shadowheart...and...? lol she doesn't make friends very well.
Significant Other: Astarion (Ascended)
Ship Pinterest Board:
https://www.pinterest.com/spiiceprincess/oc-baldurs-gate-3-efenity-kelmorn/efenion-efenity-x-astarion/
Ship status: Excellent Standing.
At first, romping around with Astarion is just good fun. Efenity knew enough about vampires to know not to trust him. Moreover, her own issues with letting herself get close to people and fearing she will ruin and lose them (and vice versa) allowed her to keep him at a safe distance from her heart. Until she couldn't. She tried her best to not fall in love with him, but once he had confessed his own failure to do the same with her, the fight against it was pointless. She realized she cared about him more than she cared about even herself. Which was new, for her. In her own way of selflessness, she became his personal army and stopped at nothing to support his decisions. He wanted complete independence, revenge, and security? Consider it done. She helped him ascend and gladly took her place by his side, as his little love, his right hand, his Dark Consort. She'd go to the hells and back if he simply asked her to, and bring him back a souvenir. He wanted to live and she helped him become alive again. She trusts him with everything she is.
She will praise him as her Lord and Lover forever and follow and serve him to the deepest depths. Their love is an unconventional and often misunderstood one, but remains true and deep for them. And that's all that really matters.
Ship themes (pulled from their ridiculously massive playlist):
Thunder - Primo the Alien
Salt & Vinegar (dEd Version) - Lights
Primordial (ft Niya Wells) - Satin Jackets
Parachute (Kat Krazy Extended Remix) - Matthew Koma
Misery - RUNN
If The Devil Is You - RUNN
Because The Night - The Midnight ft Nikki Flores
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
Yaaay it's Efe! I have sort of been avoiding Tumblr, first for Miraculous Ladybug spoilers and now I just was a bit unsure how the BG3 fandom was here, but I figured it's chill enough.
ANYWAY Here is Efenity, my lil caramel drop uwu Actually, huge caramel drop. She's a big lady lol I mostly did this for my own reference, but figured it would be good in general to have a "masterpost" of info about her.
I wanted to have a non-hero Tav to pair with Astarion and who also wasn't Durge. It took a little while but I'm really happy with her design and backstory! I'm really super happy with her in general and how she ends up. 😭💜
#buldars gate 3#astarion ancunin#astarion x tav#astarion romance#ascended astarion#bg3 astarion#bg3 tav#half elf#sorceress#efenity#my art
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Tender
Bo-Katan Week 2023
Day 2: Wedding/Marriage
Pre Vizsla is rarely sweet with Bo-Katan, but when he is, it is a bittersweetness for Bo and her complicated feelings for him.
AO3 link here.
“You’ll make a pretty bride.”
Bo-Katan snorted a derisive laugh at the comment but didn’t reply as she continued to undress.
But Pre, insistent of her attention, came up behind her, his hands on her hips, turning her to face him. She could smell the tihaar and strong ale on his breath. “You’ll be glorious. Ethereal. A golden goddess in that Kryze gold." Bo-Katan rolled her eyes, but looped her arms around Pre’s neck, letting him continue. “You’ll be the right hand and consort to the true Mand’alor. Bearer of his children.” She scoffed again, and he stiffened. She tensed, waiting for his rare pleasant mood to shatter.
"You don't think so? Don't you want that?" His voice was soft, almost wounded. Not the rough growl she'd feared.
She lifted a hand to his cheek, letting her fingers gently stroke the prickly stubble on his face. His beard had always been quick to fight its way back. The reveries for the riduurok of Pre's wing commander had started early and Bo had finally convinced Pre to give his best wishes and say good night in the dark hours of the morning.
"Cyare, I just want to be with you. I want you to be happy."
He smiled. "I want to marry you." Then kissed her.
She smiled against his lips, though she bit her tongue on the thoughts that raced through her head.
This wasn't the first time he'd said that. It likely wouldn't be the last.
But they had been together for fifteen years. And nothing had ever come of it.
“Then marry me,” she prodded, knowing the answer.
His hands let go of her waist, traveling up and down her back. She watched his face, saw the rare softness in it. He shook his head. “The time isn’t right. We have much work to do.” His hands came around to her front, and his fingers fidgeted with the fastener of her flight suit. “You know we have to stay focused, Bo.”
She let out a sigh, but he didn’t seem to catch the frustration behind it. “Of course, Pre. You’re right.”
He was oblivious to her emotions and her thoughts, single minded now in what he was really after. He worked her flight suit open, and his hands were on her bare skin, hot and groping and clumsy. He pulled her close, slipping the suit from her shoulders, his lips sloppy as he kissed her neck, tipping her head back to pepper her collarbone with drunken kisses.
“My love,” she half whispered, a hand on his shoulder, gently pushing back against him, “you are very drunk and it is very late.” It was a risk to deny him, but she was tired enough to take the risk in hopes to avoid Pre huffing his stale ale breath in her face while he clumsily rutted his way to oblivion.
He grumbled into her skin but, to her relief, he pulled away, swaying slightly. “Eh, you’re right.” He flopped down on the bedroll, and struggled with his boots for a moment before Bo kneeled and swatted his hands away, taking them off herself. She then helped him recline, settling him among the few thin pillows. He sighed contently and, before she could move away, he reached up, brushing her hair from her face. “I do really love you. Mhi solus.”
She took a deep breath as she caught his hand, kissing it. “I love you, too, Pre. Please go to sleep. We have to be up early.”
He nodded, and she pulled away, finding a canteen of water and a fistful of pain relief tabs to place next to him. By the time she crawled into the bed roll beside him, he was snoring loudly, deep in a booze fueled slumber.
She lay awake, thinking of what he’d said, wishing she could believe him, despite the ache to leave him, too.
As a young woman, really still a girl, she had believed him the first time he had talked of marrying her. And she had wanted it. It had felt intoxicating, being so desired by a man like Pre. She had been more than ready to give him anything and everything he asked for.
But now his talk of marrying her felt more like an empty threat. Just like all the times he threatened to kill her.
He would say he should kill her, but he never would. Pre needed her too much.
And he would talk about how he wanted to marry her, but he never would. Because she would never be as important to him as Mandalore and his work.
There would never be a marriage, she knew. They would continue on in this same cycle- moments of deep sweetness and love peppering their volatile relationship. The cycle would not break. There would never be marriage.
She rolled to her side and watched him sleep, his stony face, now scarred from a lightsaber, soft and relaxed. He was still handsome. Still the beautiful boy she and her sister had both had girlish crushes on in their childhood.
She loved him. He was fire and passion and brilliance.
She hated him. He was horrible,angry, and cruel.
She wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.
She wanted to be free of him, one way or another.
She reached across the small distances between them and dragged her knuckles along the chiseled features of his face before willing herself to close her eyes and rest. They would be leaving early in the morning, really only in a few short hours, to go to Florrum, following some rumor Pre had heard about a skirmish between some Jedi and some unknown Force wielders.
Soon, within hours, her soft and tender Pre would be gone again, lost to his obsessions and revenge seeking. They would fall back into their tried and true rhythms. He would be cruel again, short tempered and anxious. She would work endlessly to find the balance between propping up his fragile ego and avoiding his wrath.
She would miss this moment. She would miss the brief time to fantasize about the life she would never have. A life loved, full of tenderness, with the man to whom she gave herself completely.
Pre would never marry her, she knew. Their life would never be tender. And one day, one of them would die. Quite possibly at the hand of the other.
#bo katan kryze#pre vizsla#bopre#the terrible and beautiful dumpster fire ship#bo-katan week 2023#bkw 2023
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STORIES
Mama Padme AU (based on initial anon prompt)
Luke Runs Away - Luke runs away after becoming stifled by his parents', especially Padme, babying of him.
Sister Leia - Background of Leia's and Luke's childhood. Leia's POV during "Luke Runs Away"
Papa Anakin - Anakin goes to a flight show with kid Luke with a messy outcome. Prequel to "Luke Runs Away".
Padme Lets Go - Padme gradually lets go of caring for Luke as he becomes less dependent on her. Sequel to "Luke Runs Away".
Leia Lashes Out - Leia is frustrated with an assignment and lashes out at Luke.
Luke's Princess
The Perfect Bride - Three young women spend time with Luke as a final test to determine which becomes his consort.
To Impress Her - Luke tries to prove himself to his fiancée, Mater, but fails. Or does he? Sequel to "Perfect Bride".
Breaking Point - Luke begins to take charge of his relationship with Mater, but her instincts prevail. Sequel to "To Impress Her".
Mater's Regret - Mater reflects on her relationship with Luke after her heat. Sequel to "Breaking Point".
Silent Screams - Luke despairs over his lack of agency with his father and bride to be. Companion piece to "Mater's Regret" and sequel to "Breaking Point".
Dance With Me - Luke and Mater reunite at a ball at the palace. Sequel to "Mater's Regret" and "Silent Screams".
Mater's Heart (Part 1) - Mater persuades Vader to allow Luke to visit her planet for a special week. Sequel to "Dance With Me".
Mater's Heart (Part 2) - Luke visits Mater’s home planet and the couple air out their grievances with each other.
Day to Remember - Luke and Mater’s wedding day. Sequel to "Mater's Heart".
LLOM-related ficlets
De-aged Luke - Luke wakes up as a baby after Vader's beating in LLOM chapter 14.
Boba Returns Luke to Vader AU - Vader gives Luke the spanking he promised in chapter 19 and Luke's home becomes a prison.
Injured Luke - Vader brings Luke to the proposed Dantooine attack and Luke suffers major brain injury. Vader cares for him in the aftermath.
Force Ghost Luke in LLOM - Luke watches from force purgatory as Vader and mindwiped!Luke rule the galaxy.
Luke Sneaks Away - Luke sneaks out at night to participate in a flight show.
Vader is a Questionable Father - Dad Vader headcannon scenarios.
Other Star Wars
3 times Leia liked being the independent sibling - Leia has perks as the more independent sibling.
Behind The Veil - Luke helps a war torn imperial planet which has ties to the rebellion and is attacked by rebel allies.
REFLECTIONS/ANALYSES
Glee
Christianity in Glee - Comparing the Christian characters in Glee
Why I Dislike Rachel Berry - Rachel is not the worst character on Glee. She has some great qualities, but overall, I find her awful.
Batman
Fav Batman Robins - Jason and Damian are the most interesting robins.
Traits Robins Share with Batman/Bruce - The four batsons all have something in common with Bruce/Batman.
Problem with Jason Todd - Jason's character is atrociously mistreated.
Avatar the Last Airbender
Zukka Friendship - There needed to be more friendship shown between Zuko and Sokka.
How Makorra Parallels Kataang - Makorra is often deemed a knockoff version of Zutara. But Makorra has a lot of similarities with Kataang.
Star Wars
Theory on Vader's Healing in LLOM - Speculation on how Luke affects Vader's healing and deterioration in Little Light of Mine by sinfulskywalker.
Anakin Skywalker vs Jesus Christ: Chosen One Comparison - Similarities and differences between Jesus Christ and Anakin Skywalker as chosen ones.
Dad Vader Comparison - Comparison between star wars fanfics "Little Light of Mine" and "The Rod is Mightier Than the Lightsaber".
Rugrats
Sibling Relationships in Rugrats - The rugrats movie handled the resolution between Tommy and Dil as brothers poorly.
Dragonball Series
Manhood & Fatherhood - Nostalgia piece about Goku and Vegeta as men and fathers.
Reflecting on Chi-Chi - Reflecting on Chi-Chi's marriage to Goku and the issues within.
Gohan: Wasted Potential - Gohan's development and regression as a character.
Sons vs Daughters in Dragonball Z - Comparison between how sons and daughters are treated in Dragonball narrative and what they represent to their fathers. Ultimately, the girls do not amount to much.
Goku as a Father: The Good and Bad - Outline of how Goku shined and needed improvement as a father, especially to Gohan.
Saiyan Hybrids: Missed Opportunities - The Saiyan hybrids had great potential but were let down by the narrative, especially Pan in GT.
Yugioh
Failure in Yugioh GX - Comparison between Chazz and Zane's defining failures in GX, especially how they cope with failure.
STORY OUTLINES
Star Wars
Star Wars: Frozen AU - What if Anakin was like Elsa in Frozen but he struggled with dark side powers?
#fanfiction#star wars#dbz#rugrats#glee#avatar the last airbender#batman#llom#reflection#analysis#chrisitanity#tumblr posts#fanfic lover girl#star wars fanfiction#legend of korra#story outline#dragonball gt#dragon ball z#yugioh gx
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Fuckin OK so I'm just imagining yandere Lor'themar from WoW and it's fucking my shit up
Lor'themar does so much to make sure he's a better leader than Kael'thas, so he tends to try and distance himself from things that many Sin'dorei think of when they think of Kael'thas. One of those things is an awkward one when he develops a fondness for a neutral human mage, considering that even now there are jokes among Blood Elves about the "human fetish" some of them have.
He'll just watch over them from a distance, maintaining a polite friendly relationship and then imagining how much warmer his bed would be with them in it. He makes sure they've got the best security a guest in his kingdom can have, but he's also very conscious of his proximity to them and not letting on just how fond he is of them. By the Light, it is hard though. Whenever they meet with him on his various missions throughout Azeroth, they're all he can think about in the evening when he's alone with his thoughts.
During his time in Outland and the events of Legion, he cuts down any succubi and other lust demons before they get too far into his head. Damned creatures love transforming into your fantasy to distract you during a fight and some even ambush you in your sleep to play with your dreams. Imagine the reaction his people would have if a succubus or incubus transformed into ____ right in front of him.
He'll be a bit too drunk one night after a holiday event and decide to indulge himself just a little once he's in his quarters and fantasize. Imagining ____ in his bed, wearing a flimsy silk-and-mageweave nightgown and running their hands through his hair...climbing onto his lap, begging him to make them his by filling them up with his cum like a proper concubine.
He thinks it's distasteful to view other races in such a fetishist light, even if like many faction leaders he DOES generalize a bit. But he can't stop noticing how ____'s eyes seem to shine even if they don't have a glow to them like an elf, how much softer and warmer they seem to be compared to the lithe and agile Sin'dorei or the more muscular Kal'dorei. They could have a great life as HIS "companion," kept safe in the confines of Silvermoon City or as part of his entourage during diplomatic events. They can learn Thalassian and study magic from the many tomes in Silvermoon, from his people--beings who have wielded it since their existence compared to those young humans.
Half-elves aren't viewed with as much prejudice today, but part of him doesn't even care about the many issues that would come from him taking a non-Sin'dorei lover/bride to bear children for a new royal bloodline now that the Sunstrider line is gone. The world is constantly in a state of uncertainty and bloodshed, but he can almost imagine a more peaceful future with ____ as his consort. But a flight of fancy like that isn't something he can afford to think about, not when he has so much to fight for now and so much at stake for his people. Still, a man can dream. And fantasize. And...potentially act on if his love from a distance starts to hurt too much.
It's a stupid mistake. They're both enjoying the evening and the wine starts to hamper his common sense. They're a lightweight compared to him and soon they're sleeping soundly in the room of the inn they're stating at, and they swear they must be dreaming when they feel Lor'themar's lips against theirs as he murmurs about all the things he's wanted to do with them, if he had the courage and the shamelessness to do anything but fantasize about it whenever he had a moment to rest.
He'd fall asleep next to them, too tired to take all of his armor off--a bit of a blessing in disguise, considering the dreams he has while they're sharing the same bed and are so close to him.
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“As Henry II’s queen, Eleanor had a large staff of servants responsible for her needs who formed her own separate household within the larger royal household. Her own household imitated the larger royal one with officials bearing identical titles, her own chancellor, and numerous clerks as well as a steward, butler, and chamberlain. Because of her husband’s numerous lengthy absences from the kingdom, her entourage expanded during those periods to include numbers of the king’s men. Eleanor’s personal household did not number as many as the hundred or more persons in the service of Henry III’s queen in the mid-thirteenth century, but she probably had forty or more persons of varying ranks serving her, equivalent in size to the household of any English earl or major baron.
…At royal courts factionalism sometimes arose as ambitious relatives and courtiers following a foreign princess to her new husband’s court competed with native-born courtiers, who feared the newcomers as “an all-powerful alien faction.” This had been the case at the court of Louis VII, where members of Eleanor’s Poitevin entourage formed a clique that threatened long-standing Capetian courtiers’ influence. There was little possibility of a similar situation at the English royal court, however. When Eleanor left Poitiers with Henry for his duchy of Normandy after Easter 1154, she had left behind most of her household assembled during the two years following her flight to Beaugency to Poitou in 1152. When the couple finally set sail for England at the end of the year, she was not accompanied by the large retinue of Poitevins that had followed her to Paris as a young bride, and few Poitevins ever followed her northward to the English court in search of patronage.
As a result, the likelihood of her creating a powerful Poitevin faction in England was slim, and her countrymen were not a factor in rivalry for royal patronage. She would be spared the hostility that Henry III’s queen, Eleanor of Provence, would arouse in the mid-thirteenth century by attracting hordes of fortune seeking Provençal and Savoyard relatives to the English court. Apart from general suspicion of the southern French for their frivolity and profligacy, no evidence survives of anti-Poitevin sentiments among native-born courtiers such as that prevalent later in the reigns of King John and Henry III, when the word “Poitevin” became a term of opprobrium.
Despite the paucity of Poitevins in Eleanor’s entourage, she could not escape involvement in the scramble for patronage prevalent at royal courts. With an entourage equivalent to a major baronial household in size, the queen had considerable patronage to dispense, and ambitious men in pursuit of patronage from her husband would have sought her to intercede on their behalf. A lucrative queenly perquisite pursued by Eleanor’s saintly predecessor, Edith-Matilda, wife of Henry I, was the sale of influence. Petitioners seeking favors from the king or influence at court would not have hesitated to give gifts to the queen, hoping for her intercession with her husband on their behalf.
…The only Poitevin noble known to have received a land grant in England was Eleanor’s uncle Ralph de Faye, although it is uncertain whether he ever visited there. A younger son of the queen’s maternal grandfather, the viscount of Châtellerault, Ralph styled himself “de Faye” after his wife’s ancestral lordship on the Poitevin–Angevin frontier. Holding posts in Poitou, he was more valuable to Eleanor looking out for her interests in her native county. Eleanor managed to secure for her uncle estates at Bramley, Surrey, in her first year as queen, and his lands enjoyed favors such as pardons from taxes and freedom from visitations of royal justices and foresters.
Ralph de Faye succeeded in ingratiating himself with Henry, and he often joined the king’s entourage in France until his fall from royal favor in 1173. Eleanor took advantage of her new position to show generosity to other kinsmen belonging to the Châtellerault lineage. For Barthélemy de Vendôme, apparently related to her through Ralph’s family, Eleanor found an ecclesiastical living in England. Some time before 1173, she persuaded the abbot of Westminster Abbey to appoint him as priest of one of the abbey’s churches in Essex. Barthélemy, dean of Angers Cathedral at the time and elected archbishop of Tours in 1174, would have held the church as an absentee, finding a needy English cleric to carry out his priestly duties.
No doubt others accompanied Eleanor from Aquitaine to England, their names now lost, not important enough to be recorded in documents. She would have brought with her lesser-ranking retainers, such as maidservants, and higher-ranking Poitevins in her household would have brought along their own servants. Other elements of Eleanor’s household in England remain largely hidden, although hints survive from accounts of later English queens’ households. It was customary for later medieval queens to recruit groups of noblewomen or girls to serve in their households, forerunners of the later “ladies of the bedchamber” or “ladies of honor” of modern queens. No doubt, such aristocratic ladies could be found in Eleanor’s household.
…One member of Eleanor’s household who seems to have played a military role is “a rather enigmatic personage” known as Saldebreuil. Possibly lord of Sanxay, an estate near Saint-Maixent not far from Poitiers, he had belonged to Eleanor’s household in Poitou since shortly before her divorce from Louis VII and was steward of her household at the time of her marriage to Henry. Suggesting that Saldebreuil joined Eleanor’s household in England for a time beginning in 1163 and continuing through 1167 are yearly payments to him of sixty shillings and ten pence from the exchequer.
The name Saldebreuil became attached to a knightly admirer who won Eleanor’s favor with a daring deed in one of the romantic legends that arose centuries after her death. The tale seems to stress her sensuality, centering on the knight’s engaging in combat while wearing an intimate article of her clothing. According to the story, Eleanor in jest asked which of her household knights would do battle against a fully armored adversary while clad only in one of the queen’s chemises. Saldebreuil volunteered at once, and suffering a wound in the combat, was treated tenderly by Eleanor. That evening, the queen appeared at a banquet wearing the blood-stained chemise, greatly disturbing her husband, the king.
…For Henry II, having his queen live in great state with a large household of her own was part of his program of impressing his new English subjects with his wealth and power. With Eleanor’s landed income supplemented by payments from the exchequer, she could maintain a standard of living equal to that of the greatest English barons. Records of royal spending are far from complete, for much money paid in and spent by the king’s chamber, his household financial office, never passed through the exchequer and therefore left no trace on the pipe rolls.
Yet Eleanor’s known English income, without counting other revenues left unrecorded or her receipts as duchess of Aquitaine, would have made her a personage of financial importance in the kingdom. She had sufficient funds to be a powerful source of patronage, able to purchase the loyalty of grateful courtiers, the prayers of monastic institutions, and the praise of writers. Firstly, some revenues came to the queen from her own duchy of Aquitaine, although no record of transfers of funds to England survives; and her husband controlled her ducal resources to a large extent.
Secondly, Eleanor had dowerlands presented to her by Henry, a landed endowment presented by a noble husband to his bride on their wedding day. Once Henry won the English Crown, he bestowed on his queen some—though not all—of the traditional dowerlands of the Anglo-Norman queens, estates given by his grandfather Henry I to his two wives, Edith-Matilda and Adeliza. Eleanor’s dower included some twenty-six properties scattered over thirteen English shires, ranging from single manors to income from prosperous towns, as well as some lands in France.
…Although it is clear that Eleanor was assigned considerable lands as dower, the degree of her control over them is not certain. Many royal estates had passed out of the king’s hands during the confusion of Stephen’s reign, and it would take time for Henry to restore his domains to their pre-civil war extent. Also a goodly portion of Eleanor’s English estates were in the hands of noble tenants who were great lords themselves, producing only intermittent, though occasionally large “feudal” payments. Supplementing funds coming to the queen from her dowerlands was additional income paid as cash from the exchequer for her living expenses, a pension or “corrody” averaging about £115 annually. In Eleanor’s early years as English queen, she issued her own writs authorizing expenditures for her household needs.
From time to time she also received cash payments by the king’s writ for individual items, sometimes lumped together on the pipe rolls, but often specified. Still another source of income for Eleanor was queen’s gold; for every hundred silver marks paid to Henry II by noble heirs when they inherited their lands or as offerings for favors, Eleanor as his consort was entitled to one gold mark; considerably more valuable than the silver mark, equivalent to six pounds of silver. This income was important enough for the queen to have her own clerk at exchequer sessions to see to the collection of her gold. Eleanor’s total revenues amounted to a sum equaling that of the kingdom’s richest earls or barons.
…No doubt she was equally generous with her retainers in England, both clerical and knightly. Yet nothing shows her spending in order to enlist a party or faction among the English nobility to further her interests. No doubt Eleanor did play an active part in court politics, although the evidence does not survive. She would have done well to have cultivated friendships with prominent courtiers and powerful royal administrators, but possibly she was more preoccupied with using her resources as duchess of Aquitaine to purchase a loyal band of men among her Poitevin nobility than with spending her English revenues on recruiting a queen’s party at court. Nor is there evidence to suggest that Eleanor of Aquitaine was particularly generous in making gifts to English monastic foundations, although traditionally, English queens had spent large sums founding new religious houses and adding to established foundations’ endowments.”
- Ralph V. Turner, “A Queen’s Work: Regent for an Absentee King, 1155–1168.” in Eleanor of Aquitaine: Queen of France, Queen of England
#eleanor of aquitaine#eleanor of aquitaine: queen of france queen of england#ralph v. turner#high middle ages#medieval#history
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Book Club Meeting: Reigning in Hel
Host: @caffiend-queen
Happy Monday! Welcome to this week’s meeting of the Marvel Book Club for Adults. (I recognize that I use the word “adult” loosely, particularly in my case.) There can be nothing better in this dreary “pandemic, we can’t go anywhere and I’m needing something to stimulate my mind (and other places) summer,” than a delightful weekly feast of tasty dishes, luscious drinks and cocktails, and a big, juicy story that we can really sink our teeth into.
Because most of the world is a scorching wasteland of burning heat and sweat, I’m offering something cool and delightful to refresh our palates before diving in….
The Shrimp and Asparagus Stir Fry is wonderfully tasty, super quick, and has only seven ingredients. I’m an ADHD-type cook and don’t remember little things like, oh, checking the food until I see the smoke. So I’ve picked something delicious that requires minimal effort.
For something sweet while you’re reading this juicy tale, the hardcore dessert favorite in my family is Scotch Shortbread Lemon Bars. They have that buttery base that only Scotch Shortbread can provide, with a tangy lemon curd and a dusting of powdered sugar.
Now that we have our nibbles ready to go, may I suggest a Strawberry-Lemon Mojito? These will be will a cooling accompaniment to our story, which is going to heat you right back up. Also, these mojitos are just as delicious without the rum, if you prefer alcohol free.
Now, let’s take everything out on the front porch and catch a breeze as the sun sets. Don’t forget the bug spray…
There is no writer that can incite such blistering envy in me as @nildespirandum. You might know her as misreall on AO3, and her Loki and Nora series in all its glorious incarnations - incubus Loki, God of Sex Loki, Loki in the body of a pudgy middle-aged human, Gladiator Loki - they’re all gorgeous. But her Blue Loki … sigh. He’s responsible for many things, including my insatiable Horn Kink.
So as the sun is blazing, allow me to draw you into Jotunn-occupied Midgard and the icy castle of King Loki in Reigning in Hel: “When the Jotunns defeated Asgard they took Midgard as a prize. Nearly a thousand years later Emperor Laufey's least favored child, Loki sits on Midgard's throne, having turned a backwater planet into one of the brightest and most valuable jewels in his father's crown. To help keep the peace with the indigenous people, he has chosen a human woman at random to serve as his queen. Now on his sixth queen, Loki finds himself with a very different kind of consort.”
Nil’s true gift is creating a fully-formed, vivid universe out of a handful of quick Marvel images or snatches of Norse myths. We enter a Midgard buried under centuries of Jotunn oppression and a universe - including Asgard - conquered by King Laufey. Nora is us: unwilling to back down and be sequestered off somewhere by her indifferent new spouse. Loki’s instant attraction to his new bride is almost appalling to him. The sex here is lush, alternately romantic and playful, but wildly arousing. As the story - and their connection - grows, there’s twists and turns and plot twists that made me screech “I did not see that coming!” about three hundred times. There’s witches and dragons and rebellions and everything that makes up a story you’ll never forget. The finish is everything you can wish for and oh, so deeply satisfying.
There’s gorgeous and very intense, detailed smut, violence, cruelty to humans and one heartbreaking (brief) scene of torture.
Even having read this half a dozen times, I downloaded it to read on a stressful flight (the jet was pitching violently up and down in a storm) and didn’t look up from my phone once in two hours … let yourself get away from wherever you are and into the dark, dreamy world of Nil’s beautiful Jotunn Midgard. I’m extremely excited to hear your responses to one of the most powerful stories I’ve ever read.
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Dany is (relatively) frugal and modest
As I was rereading ASOIAF, I made it my goal to compile all* the book passages demonstrating either certain key attributes of Daenerys Targaryen (e.g. that she's compassionate and smart) or aspects of hers that are usually overstated (e.g. that she's ambitious and prophecy-driven). Doing such a task may seem exaggerated, but I'd argue it's not, for many, many misconceptions about Dany have become widespread in light of the show's final season's events (and even before).
It must be acknowledged that it can be tricky to reference, say, ADWD passages to counter-argument how she was depicted in season eight (which allegedly follows ADOS events). Dany will have had plenty of character development in the span of two books. However, whatever happens to Dany in the next two books, I would argue that there is more than enough material to conclude that her show counterpart was made to fall for flaws that she (for the most part) never had and actions that she (for the most part) would never take. (and that's not even considering the double standards and the contradictions with what had been shown from show!Dany up until then, but that's obviously out of the scope of these lists)
Another objection to the purpose of these lists is that Game of Thrones is different from A Song of Ice and Fire and should be analyzed on its own, which is a fair point. However, the show is also an adaptation of these books, which begs the questions: why did they change Dany's character? Why did they overfocus on negative traits of hers or depicted them as negative when they weren't supposed to be or gave her negative traits that were never hers to begin with? Another fact that undermines the show=/=books argument is that most people think that the show's ending will be the books', albeit only in broad strokes and in different circumstances. As a result, people's perception of Dany is inevitably influenced by the show, which is a shame.
I hope these lists can be useful for whoever wants to find book passages to defend (or even simply explore different facets of) Dany's character in metas or conversations.
*Well, at least all the passages that I could find in her chapters, which is no guarantee that the effort was perfectly executed, but I did my best.
Also, people could interpret certain passages differently and then come up with a different collection of passages if they ever attempted to make one, so I'm not saying that this list is completely objective (nor that there could ever be one).
Also, some passages have been cut short according to whether they were, IMO, relevant to the specific topic of the list they're in, so the context surrounding them may not always be clear (always read the books and use asearchoficeandfire). Many of them appear in different lists, sometimes fully referenced, sometimes not.
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To justify the existence of this list, let's see examples of widespread opinions that I feel misrepresent Daenerys Targaryen:
Even when Daenerys was kidnapped by a then-hostile Dothraki in season 6, she didn’t look this disheveled. In fact, her hair and outfit were impeccable in the face of relentless desert grit and threatened imprisonment in the Dosh Khaleen. Dany, a woman who has believed she was fated for greatness since birth, has never let herself look anything but perfect. That is, until now. (x)
Dany has not believed she was fated for greatness neither since birth nor as of ADWD. This meta and these lists make it clear enough. But this list is about something else: has Dany "never let herself look anything but perfect"? I would argue that the books tell a very different story.
NOTE: There are few moments in AGOT because Dany is among the Dothraki, so several behaviors that could be considered "frugal" and "modest" are normalized. In other books, she's among other nobles, which highlights these particular traits of her.
A Dance with Dragons
ADWD Daenerys X
The sun was hot this morning, the sky blue and cloudless. That was good. Dany’s clothes were hardly more than rags, and offered little in the way of warmth. One of her sandals had slipped off during her wild flight from Meereen and she had left the other up by Drogon’s cave, preferring to go barefoot rather than half-shod. Her tokar and veils she had abandoned in the pit, and her linen undertunic had never been made to withstand the hot days and cold nights of the Dothraki sea. Sweat and grass and dirt had stained it, and Dany had torn a strip off the hem to make a bandage for her shin. I must look a ragged thing, and starved, she thought, but if the days stay warm, I will not freeze.
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Hers had been a lonely sojourn, and for most of it she had been hurt and hungry ... yet despite it all she had been strangely happy here. A few aches, an empty belly, chills by night ... what does it matter when you can fly? I would do it all again.
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The sun grew hotter as it rose, and before long her head was pounding. Dany’s hair was growing out again, but slowly. “I need a hat,” she said aloud. Up on Dragonstone she had tried to make one for herself, weaving stalks of grass together as she had seen Dothraki women do during her time with Drogo, but either she was using the wrong sort of grass or she simply lacked the necessary skill. Her hats all fell to pieces in her hands. Try again, she told herself. You will do better the next time. You are the blood of the dragon, you can make a hat. She tried and tried, but her last attempt had been no more successful than her first.
~
Once I dreamed of flying, she thought, and now I’ve flown, and dream of stealing eggs. That made her laugh. “Men are mad and gods are madder,” she told the grass, and the grass murmured its agreement.
~
Dany wedged herself into that corner, making a nest of sorts by tearing up handfuls of the grass that grew around the ruins. She was very tired, and fresh blisters had appeared on both her feet, including a matched set upon her pinky toes. It must be from the way I walk, she thought, giggling.
~
She wondered how the ants had managed to climb over it and find her. To them these tumbledown stones must loom as huge as the Wall of Westeros. The biggest wall in all the world, her brother Viserys used to say, as proud as if he’d built it himself.
Viserys told her tales of knights so poor that they had to sleep beneath the ancient hedges that grew along the byways of the Seven Kingdoms. Dany would have given much and more for a nice thick hedge. Preferably one without an anthill.
~
Dany, starved, slid off his back and ate with him, ripping chunks of smoking meat from the dead horse with bare, burned hands. In Meereen I was a queen in silk, nibbling on stuffed dates and honeyed lamb, she remembered. What would my noble husband think if he could see me now? Hizdahr would be horrified, no doubt. But Daario ...
Daario would laugh, carve off a hunk of horsemeat with his arakh, and squat down to eat beside her.
ADWD Daenerys IX
Behind her, Reznak leaned in to whisper in her ear, “Magnificence, hear how they love you!”
No, she knew, they love their mortal art.
ADWD Daenerys VII
Reznak mo Reznak bowed and beamed. “Magnificence, every day you grow more beautiful. I think the prospect of your wedding has given you a glow. Oh, my shining queen!”
Dany sighed.
~
She sat upon her cushions, listening, one foot jiggling with impatience.
~
Dany envied the Dothraki maids their loose sandsilk trousers and painted vests. They would be much cooler than her in her tokar, with its heavy fringe of baby pearls. “Help me wind this round myself, please. I cannot manage all these pearls by myself.”
~
“The day is too hot to be shut up in a palanquin,” said Dany. “Have my silver saddled. I would not go to my lord husband upon the backs of bearers.”
“Your Grace,” said Missandei, “this one is so sorry, but you cannot ride in a tokar.”
The little scribe was right, as she so often was. The tokar was not a garment meant for horseback. Dany made a face. “As you say. Not the palanquin, though. I would suffocate behind those drapes. Have them ready a sedan chair.” If she must wear her floppy ears, let all the rabbits see her.
ADWD Daenerys VI
The bride is dressed in dark red veils above a tokar of white silk, fringed with baby pearls.”
The queen of the rabbits must not be wed without her floppy ears. “All those pearls will make me rattle when I walk.”
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“Daenerys, my queen, I will gladly wash you from head to heel if that is what I must do to be your king and consort.”
“To be my king and consort, you need only bring me peace.[”]
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Dany hurried off, calling for her handmaids. She would not welcome her captain home in a tokar. In the end she tried a dozen gowns before she found one she liked, but she refused the crown that Jhiqui offered her.
ADWD Daenerys IV
Oft have I heard that yours is the blood of Aegon the Conqueror, Jaehaerys the Wise, and Daeron the Dragon. The noble Hizdahr is of the blood of Mazdhan the Magnificent, Hazrak the Handsome, and Zharaq the Liberator.”
“His forebears are as dead as mine. Will Hizdahr raise their shades to defend Meereen against its enemies? I need a man with ships and swords. You offer me ancestors.”
~
“Bright queen,” he said, “you have grown more beautiful in my absence. How is this thing possible?”
The queen was accustomed to such praise, yet somehow the compliment meant more coming from Daario than from the likes of Reznak, Xaro, or Hizdahr.
ADWD Daenerys III
“Let us speak instead of love, of dreams and desire and Daenerys, the fairest woman in this world. I am drunk with the sight of you.”
She was no stranger to the overblown courtesies of Qarth. “If you are drunk, blame the wine.”
ADWD Daenerys II
Dany seated herself on a cushion, crossed her legs, and gazed up at him.
ADWD Daenerys I
The tokar was a master’s garment, a sign of wealth and power.
Dany had wanted to ban the tokar when she took Meereen, but her advisors had convinced her otherwise. “The Mother of Dragons must don the tokar or be forever hated,” warned the Green Grace, Galazza Galare. “In the wools of Westeros or a gown of Myrish lace, Your Radiance shall forever remain a stranger amongst us, a grotesque outlander, a barbarian conqueror. Meereen’s queen must be a lady of Old Ghis.” Brown Ben Plumm, the captain of the Second Sons, had put it more succinctly. “Man wants to be the king o’ the rabbits, he best wear a pair o’ floppy ears.”
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The slippers the Butcher King had sent her had grown too uncomfortable. Dany kicked them off and sat with one foot tucked beneath her and the other swinging back and forth. It was not a very regal pose, but she was tired of being regal. The crown had given her a headache, and her buttocks had gone to sleep.
~
In the afternoon a sculptor came, proposing to replace the head of the great bronze harpy in the Plaza of Purification with one cast in Dany’s image. She denied him with as much courtesy as she could muster.
~
As Dany stood, her tokar began to slip. She caught it and tugged it back in place.
A Storm of Swords
ASOS Daenerys VI
Her audience chamber was on the level below, an echoing high-ceilinged room with walls of purple marble. It was a chilly place for all its grandeur. There had been a throne there, a fantastic thing of carved and gilded wood in the shape of a savage harpy. She had taken one long look and commanded it be broken up for firewood. “I will not sit in the harpy’s lap,” she told them. Instead she sat upon a simple ebony bench. It served, though she had heard the Meereenese muttering that it did not befit a queen.
Her bloodriders were waiting for her. Silver bells tinkled in their oiled braids, and they wore the gold and jewels of dead men. Meereen had been rich beyond imagining. Even her sellswords seemed sated, at least for now.
ASOS Daenerys V
“I must have this city,” she told them, sitting crosslegged on a pile of cushions, her dragons all about her.
ASOS Daenerys IV
Dany sat crosslegged on a cushion, and Viserion spread his white-and-gold wings and flapped to her side.
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“Do all the Yunkai’i whine so over a singed tokar? I shall buy you a new one ... if you deliver up your slaves within three days. Elsewise, Drogon shall give you a warmer kiss.”
~
When the old man came, she was curled up inside her hrakkar pelt, whose musty smell still reminded her of Drogo.
ASOS Daenerys I
The narrow sea was often stormy, and Dany had crossed it half a hundred times as a girl, running from one Free City to the next half a step ahead of the Usurper’s hired knives. She loved the sea. She liked the sharp salty smell of the air, and the vastness of horizons bounded only by a vault of azure sky above. It made her feel small, but free as well. She liked the dolphins that sometimes swam along beside Balerion, slicing through the waves like silvery spears, and the flying fish they glimpsed now and again. She even liked the sailors, with all their songs and stories. Once on a voyage to Braavos, as she’d watched the crew wrestle down a great green sail in a rising gale, she had even thought how fine it would be to be a sailor.
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But later that night, as Balerion plunged onward through the dark and Dany sat crosslegged on her bunk in the captain’s cabin, feeding her dragons—“Even upon the sea,” Groleo had said, so graciously, “queens take precedence over captains”—a sharp knock came upon the door.
[...] Dany pulled up a coverlet and tucked it in under her arms. She was naked, and had not expected a caller at this hour.
A Clash of Kings
ACOK Daenerys V
She was breaking her fast on a bowl of cold shrimp-and-persimmon soup when Irri brought her a Qartheen gown, an airy confection of ivory samite patterned with seed pearls. “Take it away,” Dany said. “The docks are no place for lady’s finery.”
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"I have won no victories," she tried telling her handmaid when the bell tinkled softly.
Jhiqui disagreed. "You burned the maegi in their house of dust and sent their souls to hell."
That was Drogon's victory, not mine, Dany wanted to say, but she held her tongue. The Dothraki would esteem her all the more for a few bells in her hair.
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“I regret if we caused you alarm. If truth be told, we were not certain, we expected someone more ... more ...”
“Regal?” Dany laughed. She had no dragon with her, and her raiment was hardly queenly.
ACOK Daenerys III
Rhaegal hissed and dug sharp black claws into her bare shoulder as Dany stretched out a hand for the wine. Wincing, she shifted him to her other shoulder, where he could claw her gown instead of her skin.
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“Weep, weep, for the treachery of men.”
Dany would sooner have wept for her gold. The bribes she’d tendered to Mathos Mallarawan, Wendello Qar Deeth, and Egon Emeros the Exquisite might have bought her a ship, or hired a score of sellswords.
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The crown was the only offering she’d kept. The rest she sold, to gather the wealth she had wasted on the Pureborn.
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“Did I not give you an army, sweetest of women? A thousand knights, each in shining armor.”
The armor had been made of silver and gold, the knights of jade and beryl and onyx and tourmaline, of amber and opal and amethyst, each as tall as her little finger. “A thousand lovely knights,” she said, “but not the sort my enemies need fear. And my bullocks cannot carry me across the water[”]
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“The Milk Men shun him. Khaleesi, do you see the girl in the felt hat? There, behind the fat priest. She is a—”
“—cutpurse,” finished Dany. She was no pampered lady, blind to such things. She had seen cutpurses aplenty in the streets of the Free Cities, during the years she’d spent with her brother, running from the Usurper’s hired knives.
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“No trick,” a woman said in the Common Tongue.
Dany had not noticed Quaithe in the crowd, yet there she stood, eyes wet and shiny behind the implacable red lacquer mask. “What mean you, my lady?”
“Half a year gone, that man could scarcely wake fire from dragonglass. He had some small skill with powders and wildfire, sufficient to entrance a crowd while his cutpurses did their work. He could walk across hot coals and make burning roses bloom in the air, but he could no more aspire to climb the fiery ladder than a common fisherman could hope to catch a kraken in his nets.”
[...] “And now?”
“And now his powers grow, Khaleesi. And you are the cause of it.”
“Me?” She laughed. “How could that be?”
The woman stepped closer and lay two fingers on Dany’s wrist. “You are the Mother of Dragons, are you not?”
ACOK Daenerys I
“I fear no ghosts. Dragons are more powerful than ghosts.” And figs are more important.
A Game of Thrones
AGOT Daenerys III
“You dare!” he screamed at her. “You give commands to me? To me?” He vaulted off the horse, stumbling as he landed. His face was flushed as he struggled back to his feet. He grabbed her, shook her. “Have you forgotten who you are? Look at you. Look at you!”
Dany did not need to look. She was barefoot, with oiled hair, wearing Dothraki riding leathers and a painted vest given her as a bride gift. She looked as though she belonged here.
AGOT Daenerys II
Other gifts she was given in plenty by other Dothraki: slippers and jewels and silver rings for her hair, medallion belts and painted vests and soft furs, sandsilks and jars of scent, needles and feathers and tiny bottles of purple glass, and a gown made from the skin of a thousand mice. "A handsome gift, Khaleesi," Magister Illyrio said of the last, after he had told her what it was. "Most lucky." The gifts mounted up around her in great piles, more gifts than she could possibly imagine, more gifts than she could want or use.
AGOT Daenerys I
“We will have it all back someday, sweet sister,” he would promise her. Sometimes his hands shook when he talked about it. “The jewels and the silks, Dragonstone and King’s Landing, the Iron Throne and the Seven Kingdoms, all they have taken from us, we will have it back.” Viserys lived for that day. All that Daenerys wanted back was the big house with the red door, the lemon tree outside her window, the childhood she had never known.
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When he was gone, Dany went to her window and looked out wistfully on the waters of the bay. The square brick towers of Pentos were black silhouettes outlined against the setting sun. Dany could hear the singing of the red priests as they lit their night fires and the shouts of ragged children playing games beyond the walls of the estate. For a moment she wished she could be out there with them, barefoot and breathless and dressed in tatters, with no past and no future and no feast to attend at Khal Drogo's manse.
#daenerys targaryen#valyrianscrolls#a dance with dragons#a storm of swords#a clash of kings#a game of thrones#dany passages
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History of the Black Dragonflight Part 1
So let’s kick this off with the easiest one to discuss; the Black Dragons. As I said in the last post, these next few posts are gonna be the histories of the Dragonflights aswell as general tips on how to play them. That said for reasons I’d hope are obvious, you’re not gonna be RPing a Black Dragon. If it’s not obvious then hopefully it will be by the end of this so let’s get started.
The Black Dragonflight came to be when the Titan Khaz'goroth placed this blessing upon the Proto Drake Neltharion, who would become known as Neltharion the Earth Warder.
"My blessing upon you will seem humble compared to those which have been bestowed upon the others: the managing of time, of life, of dreams and magic. I offer you the earth. The soil, the ground, the deep places. But know that the earth is the basis of all things. It is where we are rooted. Where you must come from, if you are to go to. Here is whence true strength comes. From deep places...within the world, and within oneself."
With this blessing Neltharion was turned into a fully realised dragon and granted the power to reshape the lands of Azeroth how he saw fit. His duty, and thus the duty of his Flight, was to use this power to alter the lands to accommodate the mortal races and ensure no race ever need go to war with another over land or natural resources. For several thousand years they carried out this charge well and Neltharion was known for his wisdom and strength however the Black Dragons strong connection to the deep places of the world had put them in connection with something that was never meant to be rediscovered; The Old Gods.
Over the centuries the Old Gods whispered into the minds of every Black Dragon on Azeroth, focusing most of their attention on Neltharion himself to poison him against his fellow Aspects. Rather then “serving” the mortal races and supporting the other Aspects the Old Gods showed him glimpses of a world where the mortal races all bowed in fear to the Black Dragons and Ysera and Alextrasza were Neltharion’s consorts. His bitterness and resentment grew until finally, perhaps even unbeknownst to himself, he snapped and became a puppet to the Old Gods.
Eventually came the War of the Ancients, the Burning Legion pouring into Azeroth via the Well of Eternity and the Wild Gods, the Night Elves and the Dragons all stood united against this common enemy. Neltharion saw this as an opportunity, since the other Dragon Aspects were still unaware his loyalty had shifted. He proposed to the others that they forge a weapon, a golden disc that would house a portion of the Titan power gifted to each of them. He called this weapon the Dragon Soul. Since the other Aspects had nothing but respect for Neltharion at this point they considered his plan and agreed, Ysera, Alextrasza, Malygos and Nozdormu all contributed their power, greatly weakening all of them however Neltharion who had claimed to have already supplied his own portion, had held back and given nothing and what the other Aspects believed to be a weapon to turn on the Demons now gave Neltharion power over them all. All five Flights took to the skies and rejoined the battle. Neltharion who carried the Soul unleashed its power on the demons, decimating them but the elation and hope this inspired quickly vanished as he then turned the destructive force on the Night Elf armies and then the other Dragonflights. Due to their own power the Dragon Soul had been donated from them every Flight save the Black Dragons were paralysed in midair, unable to act, only to watch Neltharions betrayal play out. It was only when Alextrasza’s mate, Korialstrasz who hadn’t been present when the Red Dragonflight’s power had been given to the Dragon Soul, was able to fly in and attack Neltharion long enough for him to lose his focus and for the other Dragons to break free.
Enraged Malygos and the entire Blue Dragonflight charged Neltharion only to have the full force of the Dragon Soul released upon them, instantly annihilating almost the entirety of their Flight. Only those Malygos had managed to shield behind his magic were able to survive as Neltharion escaped.
Because of this attack all Black Dragons became kill-on-sight for the other Dragonflights and Neltharion officially became known by his new title; Deathwing the Destroyer. Thus the Dragonflights went to war and many Black Dragons perished in the conflict yet still Deathwing’s hatred for the mortal races and the other flights only burned more. Eventually however Deathwing was banished from Azeroth to the Elemental Plane of Deepholm by the Tauren Huln Highmountain as he wielded the Titanic artefact; the Hammer of Khaz’goroth. Deathwing was forced to the Earth plane where he spent some time before managing to return to Azeoth centuries later.
During the Second War with the Horde Deathwing saw a chance to reclaim the power of the Dragon Soul, now renamed the Demon Soul. During the War of the Ancients it had been stolen from him and the other Aspects had cast a powerful spell on it so no Dragon could wield it, putting its destructive power beyond Deathwing until now. He manipulated the Chieftan of the Dragonmaw Orc Clan, Zuluhead the Whacked, to claim the Demon Soul. He did indeed find and take the Soul and gave it to his Lieutenant, Nekros Skullcrusher who used its power to enslave Alextrasza and force her to lay dozens of eggs so her brood could be broken and bent to the will of the Dragonmaw as mounts.
During this time Deathwing approached Teron Gorefiend who had been sent to Azeroth to gather artifacts for Ner’zhul back on Draenor and offered Teron a deal. Deathwing would offer the aid of the Black Dragonflight in their war with the Alliance in exchange for the Horde ferrying several Black Dragons and their eggs to live on Draenor. Gorefiend accepted and Deathwing prepared to journey to Draenor but not before commanding his children Onyxia and Nefarian to remain on Azeroth and ordering them to take command of the Orcs who dwelled within Blackrock Spire.
And so the Black Aspect helped the Horde to steal the Eye of Dalaran from the Mage city and their forces escaped through the Dark Portal back to Draenor. Deathwing demanded one final payment for his help, an artefact Ner’zhul had used to reopen the Dark Portal in the first place; the Skull of Gul’dan. Reluctantly the Orc parted with the Skull and the Black Dragonflight ventured north to the remains of Frostfire Ridge and Gorgrond to care for their eggs. While there however the native Gronn saw the Dragons as a threat and became extremely hostile, battling the Dragons until the Alliance along with Khadgar arrived to retrieve Gul’dan’s skull for their own. They aided the father of the Gronn, Gruul in his assault which resulted in a battle with Deathwing himself where the Aspect was forced to leave the Skull and escape as the Dragons who remained were slaughtered and impaled upon the jagged rocks. Pushed back by the Gronn Deathwing soon realised Draenor’s destruction was imminent as Ner’zhul began channelling his spell to open more portals to other worlds and so he abandoned Draenor to escape back to Azeroth. The surviving Black Dragon eggs still on Draenor as it was ripped apart were exposed to the energies of the Twisting Nether and would eventually become the Netherwing Dragonflight. (Btw fuck the dailies to get those Netherwing mounts…in the ass…with a rusted fire hydrant.)
So with his Flight almost wiped out Deathwing turned his thoughts into ways to repopulate and remembered the Dragonmaw clan still within the Highlands and began to enact a new plan. Taking on the human guise of Lord Daval Prestor he nestled himself into King Terenas’ court to influence the human leaders of the Alliance from within. He fabricated a manor, a lineage and servants for himself to give his title as Lord credibility and managed to earn some trust even from Genn Greymane and when the traitor King of Alterac, Aiden Perenolde whom “Prestor” claimed to be blood relatives with, was finally dethroned he had Terenas place him as its new king and even offered the hand of his daughter Calia Menethil as his bride. As this went on he also tricked Nekros into believing the Alliance planned to invade and attack the Dragonmaw. Fearing the attack he ordered Alextrasza and her eggs to be moved, exactly as Deathwing had intended. As they began to remove the Red Dragon Queen from her prison Deathwing attacked and began to steal the eggs for himself. What he did not expect however was the arrival of Ysera, Malygos and Nozdormu to all confront him at once, albeit still weakened as part of their Aspect power still remained within the Demon Soul. It was Rhonin, a human mage, who finally ended the Demon Soul by using one of Deathwing’s scales to shatter the disc and release the stored power, returning the Aspects to their full potential for the first time in thousands of years. Now with the power to outmatch him the Aspects attacked and badly wounded Deathwing but before they could put an end to him the Black Dragon escaped into the Elemental Plane of Deepholm to go into hiding.
The Black Dragonflight seemed to go quiet for some time after this after a civil war and power struggle to lead them with Deathwing’s disappearance. In the end it was Nefarian and Onyxia who emerged as the stand in commanders of their Flight in their father’s absence. Onyxia, posing as Lady Katrana Prestor, a human noble in Stormwind’s court and an Advisor to King Varian Wrynn and Nefarian working tirelessly from within Blackrock Spire, putting his enslaved Blackrock Orcs and Black Drakonids to work in attempts to combine the powers of all the Dragonflights to forge Chromatic Dragons. In the end both their plans would fail as heroes of the Alliance and Horde would enter Blackrock spire and undo all of Nefarian’s work and see him dead, bringing his head back to be hung at their city gates as a grisly trophy. His Chromatic experiments only ever creating a single success and Nefarian would die before seeing it brought to life. Years later mortal followers of Deathwing would bring the giant experimental Dragon to Northrend and give it life, bringing the monstrous Dragon Chromatus into being. With five heads, each possessing the full might of one of the Flights it took tremendous power from the four Aspects to bring it down, only to discover that Chromatus was not and most likely could never be dead. It was sealed away in an Arcane Prison where it lies to this day, undisturbed and guarded by the Dragonflights.
Onyxia’s downfall is much more convoluted as it goes into the Warcraft comics, her plan was to use dark magic to split Varian into two beings, one embodying his strong will and the other his weaker will. She would murder the strong willed Varian and keep the weaker Varian as her puppet to allow her to rule Stormwind and the Alliance from the shadows. However her plan was interrupted and the strong willed Varian escaped, only to return later and see her true form revealed before the Stormwind court. Onyxia kidnapped Anduin Wrynn and teleported herself back to her lair and the two Varians, desperate to see their son safe, agreed to work together. Their forces laid siege to Onyxia’s cave in Duskwallow Marsh and claimed her head, just as her brother, to be held as a prize at the gates of Stormwind.
After the deaths of the two Black Dragons their mother, Sintharia emerged, travelling to Outland and calling herself Lady Sinestra. She was the only consort of Deathwing’s to survive his attempts at mating to repopulate the Black Dragonflight, resulting in deep scars across her body which burned endlessly for the rest of her life. Having abandoned her mate and her Flight Sinestra aimed to finish what Nefarian had begun and create a brand new Flight to rule Azeroth with. She took on a Blood Elf form and came to the Dragonmaw Orcs still remaining in Outland and struck a deal with them to collect the Netherwing Dragon eggs they had gathered for her experiments, claiming they were intended for Deathwing.
Once she had the eggs Sinestra took them to Grim Batol where the Dragonmaw had held Alextrasza and began her work to try and combine the power from fragments of the Demon Soul into the eggs which resulted in the birth of the Twilight Dragonflight. Sinestra’s creation was the Twilight Dragon Dargonax who she saw as a child yet hated her for her attempts to control him. In the end Vereesa Windrunner, Korialstrasz, Kalecgos and the Draenei Iridi assaulted Grim Batol, saw the Demon Soul utterly destroyed and Dargonax dead. As his power burned away at him in his final moments he took Sinestra with him.
Time passed with only the slightest involvement of the Black Dragonflight. Beyond the quests of the Dragon Nalice at Wyrmrest signifying that at some point the other Aspects apparently had been convinced not every Black Dragon should be slaughtered on sight. Perhaps due to the Nexus War the other Dragons were desperate enough to accept help even from the Black Flight.
(I know this is long as hell but trust me, there’s a lot to go through. More then even i realised @.@)
Part 2: https://wowcustodian.tumblr.com/post/159032639736/history-of-the-black-dragonflight-part-2
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Things You Need To Know About: The Forgotten Vows Verse
Tag: ~V: Forgotten Vows
Premise: Victor thought his adventures after the corpse bride incident were over – but, instead, they were just beginning. Torn from Victoria by the flight of her parents from the village, called insane by his own family and demon-possessed by Pastor Galswells, Victor began despairing of ever having a happy life again. And then he was shipped off to The Houndsditch Home For Wayward Youth – where he met a young lady by the name of Alice Liddell…
This AU is based around the idea “What if Victor’s parents, who missed out on the whole ‘raised the dead’ business, thought Victor had lost his mind when he told them about it -- and sent him to Dr. Bumby to be treated?” You can read the fanfics that make up the verse here: The Forgotten Vows Verse. But for the newbies:
The verse picks up literally seconds after Corpse Bride, with Victor seeing Victoria home after all the excitement. He drops her off at her door and goes back to his house to finally catch up on some much-needed sleep and await the arrival of his parents from wherever they've disappeared to. When they finally do return in the morning, Victor tells them the whole story --
And, to his shock, they don't believe him. Nell in particular thinks he's lost his mind and hallucinated the entire thing. Not even a visit from Pastor Galswells to declare Victor damned for "necromancy" and "consorting with demons" changes their minds. Worse yet, when they go to the Everglots, they find the mansion abandoned -- the viscounts apparently absconded sometime in the night with their daughter. Nell and William start a country-wide search, while at the same time bringing in psychiatrists to sort their son's head out. Victor gets along all right with the first, one Dr. Wilson, but Nell and William reject his diagnosis of Victor being just fine. The other psychiatrists are rather less understanding of Victor's insistence that the dead rose, especially since the villagers won't back him up anymore, and Victor takes to locking himself in his room whenever one comes around after the fourth one attempts electric shock therapy on him.
Eventually, the Everglots are located -- just in time for the Van Dorts to discover Victoria has married another man. Victoria explains to Victor that she'd thought he'd killed himself to follow Emily (based on a misinterpretation of a report on Galswell's rantings) and thus moved on. Victor is understanding but heartbroken. Briefly entertaining the idea of trying to find Emily in the Land of the Dead, he discards it when he realizes she really has moved on and falls into a deep funk -- one that isn't broken until his parents announce that they've finally found a psychiatrist that should be able to cure him.
One Dr. Angus Bumby of the Houndsditch Home in London.
Victor is taken to the Home, where he meets Dr. Bumby's star patient and dogsbody, Alice Liddell. Their initial meeting is a bit rough (with Alice taking brief offense to the existence of the Land of the Dead and the idea of the dead returning), but as the months go on, they become close friends, finding kindred spirits in each other. In fact, by September of 1875, Victor discovers that he's falling in love with her -- though he's deeply reluctant to admit it, given his past record with romance.
And then, on a routine trip to the chemist after her session with Dr. Bumby one day, Alice goes missing. Victor, frantic, starts pounding the pavement in search of her, egged on by an equally anxious Dr. Bumby. Despite receiving all sorts of disturbing reports on her behavior from various Whitechapel residents, he doesn't actually catch up with her until a fortnight later, saving her from her nanny's burning brothel on the Billingsgate docks (after first punching out the local pimp, Jack Splatter). After a brief incident with her family lawyer that leaves her locked up in the Bow Street cells overnight, Alice is finally able to tell him what's going on -- her childhood playland turned psychological fixer-upper, Wonderland, has called her back to deal with a new threat to its safety -- the Ruin. She's been wandering the streets in a hallucinatory daze as she slaughters her way through her imaginary enemies and tries to track down the source of the infestation. Victor is naturally worried over her mental health (as is she), but encourages her in her pursuit of the truth.
The pair get a month of quiet (relatively -- Victor finds himself tangling with Splatter again when the pimp comes seeking revenge) before Alice is decisively yanked back to her imaginary world, leaving an increasingly anxious and frustrated back on the hunt. While he reconnects with Victoria and her husband (in town to visit one of his friends), makes some friends on the police force, and recovers Alice's beloved rabbit toy, he does not find her no matter where he looks. A chance visit to Dr. Bumby's office to protest his parents authorizing "radical treatments" for him leads to him finding out something about the doctor, though --
Namely, that Houndsditch is in fact a front for a child prostitution ring, and that Bumby has plans to make Alice a star whore while using her himself.
Unfortunately, Bumby catches him when he tries to escape with the information, turning his worst fears against him and breaking him -- erasing all his memories and turning him into his slave Thirteen. Happily, Victor only spends a week in this state before Alice, having discovered the source of the Ruin is in fact the Wonderland counterpart of her own psychiatrist and thus realized Bumby's dark secrets -- not only is he selling the children as prostitutes, he is in fact the one who raped her sister and burned down her home to cover up the crime -- confronts Bumby at Moorgate Station and kills him by shoving him in front of a train. Victor, though freed from his control, spends the next month struggling to resist his "programming" and regain his memories -- which he finally does in epic fashion via a battle in his mind.
Most people would consider that more than enough adventure for one lifetime, but Victor and Alice aren't done yet. Befriending a local chemist who turns out to be an actual wizard, the pair descend into the Land of the Dead to catch up with Victor's friends and Alice's family (conveniently in the same place, now that Lizzie is dating Bonejangles), and enter Wonderland so Alice can show him around the place. The latter trip reveals that Victor's not quite free of Bumby's influence just yet, and a second trip into his mind results. After a few rough fights, Victor finally manages to push past his worries that he's weak and burdening everyone by not being able to just get over his time as Thirteen, and his fear that he's like Bumby because he's started looking at Alice in a rather less-than-innocent way. With Alice similarly in control of her residual guilt over the children and the fire, the two marry, and find themselves a house in Victoria's new home of Sandford.
Which turns out to be a magical hot spot. Seems like a truly quiet life isn't in the offing for them...but Victor's decided he really doesnt mind that much. After all, he could have lost so much more.
Be advised that this universe deals with some adult themes, including mentions of rape, sexual slavery, and child prostitution. I try to be discreet and not mention anything too horrible on-screen, nor should any actual rape scenes be played out here, but if you’re triggered by that sort of thing, these are not the fanfics or the verse for you!
This verse has four distinct time periods/locations that threads can be set in:
Beginner’s Houndsditch: Early April 1875 to mid October 1875 -- in story terms, “Finding You” and about two-thirds of “Forgetting You.” Victor's still relatively new to Houndsditch and Whitechapel in general, making friends with Alice and learning how to get along in a city so very different from his quiet hometown. Advice on how to survive in this kind of world would be welcome -- attempts to mug or proposition him, not so much.
Forgetting Is An Art: Early November 1875 to early December 1875 -- “Remembering You.” Bumby’s dead and Victor’s been freed from his control -- but his memories remain rather elusive. Could anyone please help him figure out just who he is, beyond Bumby’s “personal assistant?”
Expert’s Houndsditch: December 1875 to July 1876 -- around the time of “Fixing You.” Victor’s got his memory back, but he’s still dealing with some of the aftereffects of being Bumby’s “assistant.” Plus he’s not thrilled about still being in Whitechapel. If you’re looking for an angrier, more cynical Victor, this is your man. Just be careful if your intention is to call him names to rile him up.
We Are The Village Green Preservation Society: Post-July 1876 and post the main canon arc. Victor and Alice have escaped Houndsditch at last! Now they’re living in the quiet little town of Sandford -- which, as it turns out, is a very high-magic area. Enough so that sometimes, things, animals, and people come through from other places and times altogether. Victor found this out when he went out the nearby woods one day and came back with an alien mini-dragon bonded to him. He’s in a better place these days (comes from marrying the love of your life and getting out of a city you hate), and willing to give anyone a chance to at least talk. But if you have foul intentions, be warned -- he is never letting another Bumby into his life. If a time period is not specified for a thread, it’ll probably be set here, as it’s the easiest for introducing Victor to characters outside his natural time period and was the “era” I was basically playing him in on the old “Forgotten Vows” blog.
Common NPCs:
Alice Liddell (throughout)
The Houndsditch Orphans (Abigail, Elsie, Reginald/Reggie, Dennis, Charlie) (throughout)
Dr. Wilson (Forgetting Is An Art/Expert’s Houndsditch/We Are The Village Green Preservation Society)
Victoria Everglot White (Forgetting Is An Art/Expert’s Houndsditch/We Are The Village Green Preservation Society)
Christopher White (Forgetting Is An Art/Expert’s Houndsditch/We Are The Village Green Preservation Society)
June Thatcher (Forgetting Is An Art/Expert’s Houndsditch/We Are The Village Green Preservation Society)
Dr. Jeremiah Jack “J.J.” Fixxler (Expert’s Houndsditch/We Are The Village Green Preservation Society)
Bayard the husky (We Are The Village Green Preservation Society)
Splatter the black-and-white cat (We Are The Village Green Preservation Society)
Moonlight the silver Pernese fire lizard (We Are The Village Green Preservation Society)
Dr. Bumby (Beginner’s Houndsditch)
Shipping: Purely Victor/Alice. Pre-Bumby, he’s too anxious about the possibility of being rejected to consider any other advances; post-Bumby, his trauma has made him basically Alice-sexual. Other people making advances will be met with reactions ranging from polite refusal to a fist in the face, depending on time period and how the advances are phrased.
NPC Ships: Victoria Everglot/Christopher White
Important Facts:
Victor does not take being snuck up on or grabbed from behind well. Before Bumby, he’s just easily startled. After Bumby -- well, being grabbed that way brings up traumatic memories (particularly if you happen to touch his rear while doing so). In Forgetting Is An Art, Expert’s Houndsditch, or We Are The Village Green Preservation Society, doing so is basically going to get you elbowed somewhere as he tries to escape -- and he has pointy elbows.
Victor’s greatest fear is total darkness. He will not take well being trapped in a pitch-black room, and will do whatever he can to escape. Threats to blind him will be met with resistance to the point of violence, and I will not actually let anyone succeed in doing so. He’d snap within minutes.
Victor’s not fond of hypnosis, given that before Bumby’s mind-warping, he associated it with the psychiatrist being an ass and giving him headaches, and after -- well, he associates it with how the doctor made him his “personal assistant.” Anyone trying to put him into a trance is going to be met with a hell of a lot of resistance.
Victor has always been pretty protective of his loved ones, and is not afraid to throw down should you threaten them -- especially Alice. (Never mind Alice is perfectly capable of taking care of herself -- he’ll soften you up before letting her destroy you.)
On a slightly nicer note, Victor actually quite enjoys sparring with friends. A friendly fight with refreshments afterwards is fun and keeps him in shape for any real danger that comes along.
Victor has a distinct soft spot for children and will basically go into “father/big brother mode” the moment he sees them. He also doesn’t tolerate anyone trying to hurt kids, for obvious reasons. The same goes with animals, especially dogs.
Victor quite likes to cook and particularly enjoys baking. There’s a good chance a lot of my open starters will involve him making food and wanting to share it.
Victor loves animals and, by the time of We Are The Village Green Preservation Society, has three pets -- Bayard, a friendly and excitable grey and white husky; Splatter, a black and white cat so named because he looks like he was splattered with black paint (it wasn’t until later they remembered Jack); and Moonlight, a lazy but sweet-tempered fire lizard whose egg came through one of those magic portals and was found by Victor just in time for him to hatch and bond with the young man. Moonlight may seem like a rather odd outlier (especially since I also have an AU where fire lizards are just a fact of life due to an earlier surprise teleport from Pern to Earth), but -- well, he was Forgotten Vows’s pet first on the old blog, and I didn’t want to separate them. His noncanon color is actually a result of his being from the DW journal Nest O’Flitts, which makes posts in meme communities randomly giving out fire lizards in both canon and noncanon colors. It’s completely up to roll of the dice, and their roll for Victor landed him a silver. So yeah.
Victor knows magic! Or, at least, he does in Expert’s Houndsditch and We Are The Village Green Preservation Society, thanks to Dr. Fixxler. Victor and Alice become friends with him around the time of “Fixing You” and learn a few spells from him. Victor’s “signature” spell is Glowing Orb, which summons a small ball of light (gee, can’t imagine why he’d like that best). He also knows a healing/rejuvenation spell (Spring’s Breath), a summon-an-object-from-your-imagination spell (Imagination Into Reality), a send-messages-instantly-to-anyone spell (Write Across The Miles), a create-water-in-any-container spell (Nile’s Blessing), a cleaning spell (Scrub & Shine), a shield spell (Protection), and a enter-into-someone-else’s-mind spell (Travel Into Fantasy). NPC Alice’s spells include Imagination Into Reality, Travel Into Fantasy, Protection, and a natural affinity for a personal disguise spell called False Flesh (that’s my explanation for her gaining her Wonderland look in front of Bumby at the end of A:MR). Other spells may be added as time goes on!
This verse is open to everyone!
#~V: Forgotten Vows#~T: Beginner’s Houndsditch#~T: Forgetting Is An Art#~T: Expert’s Houndsditch#~T: We Are The Village Green Preservation Society#~C: Alice Liddell#~C: Victoria Everglot#~C: Christopher White#~C: Dr. Wilson#~C: Orphans#~C: Dr. Fixxler#~C: Dr. Bumby#~C: June Thatcher#~M: when he was a boy (headcanon)#~M: meanwhile in our reality (OOC)
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Belladonna & Aconite (1993) — Inkubus Sukkubus
A series of lyric starters taken from indie pagan/goth rock band Inkubus Sukkubus’s album released in 1993. Contains some dark themes, sexually suggestive lyrics, themes around Paganism and Witchcraft, and one song is anti-medieval Christianity. May be edited as necessary.
Beltaine
“Underneath the neolithic sky where the beasts are so proud to die, across the sea of a million dreams where nothing is as it once seemed, I hear the Pan Pipes playing in what the wind is saying.”
“Here comes the fallen angel.”
“Here comes the long-dead god back from the years in exile.”
“Here comes the wild Pagan heart.”
“And the May Queen sings her song for her consort who is gone.”
“Children mourn the loss of Pan whom Death banished from this land.”
“It has been two thousand years.”
“The earth is soaked with blood and tears.”
“The once-great Lord of the Hunt lies slain. His bride's a-burning in the flame.”
“Mother Earth lies raped and poisoned.”
“The final day draws ever closer to a time of ice and fire.”
“She shall be a funeral pyre.”
Midnight Queen
“In the forest, in the night underneath the full moonlight she's always there: Nature's child in the woodland air.”
“Fade into the dream.”
“And when your heart is filled with fear, close your eyes for she is here.”
“She's always there.”
“The stars shine in her raven hair. Fade into the dream.”
“And on a night like this you'll find her burning kiss.”
“Her hair all wrapped around you. Your dreams are here to drown you.”
“And in the winter and autumn time, sing your song, drink your wine for she is here.”
“The Midnight Queen is dressed in green. Fade into the dream.”
“Does the cold air chill your spine?”
“And to the truth you are blind.”
“For she is here: The naked spirit of the forest glade. Fade into the dream.”
Trinity
“Oh, mysterious ladies, hear unto my prayer and grant me live and to love as you do.”
“May your magical souls overwhelm the night air to cast off its shroud and reveal your dark truths.”
“Diana, sweet maiden, so pale and so pure, we welcome your fresh silver light. Tho' deceit may be hid in your innocent lure, the love of the huntress is right. Your light is shining on your children in the night.”
“No-one could hope to know the secrets that you hold.”
“Moon Mother so full is your milk-white breast. So safe are your warm open arms. Tis now that your lover, the Sun, fully rests in the radiant pool of your calm.”
“The wisest of all is the Crone on the wane. The others are under your power. Tho' there's death behind both of your ebony gates, the gift of new life is your flower.”
Belladonna & Aconite
“Belladonna and aconite, give to me the gift of flight. Take me up, airborne in the night.”
“In a dream, across the sky a hundred-million miles high, take me ever onwards in the night.”
“Dark sisters join my night flight.”
“See how far you can climb.”
“Holt's with us on this bright night.”
“Ride with him 'cross the sky.”
“As a screaming horde we cut the scape.”
“The Devil's Apple exacerbates to the sabbath on a demon steed I ride.”
“Across the astral plane we race. The universe my fingers trace, and I am lost forever in my mind.”
Soul Inside
“Waking in the still of night, darkness all around. Cold walls whisper to my soul of pleasures never found.”
“I scream your name to shrouded ears.”
“You hear what charms you most.”
“And though I know what gifts you hold I cannot love a ghost.”
“I felt your spirit in me. It thrilled me so.”
“If I ever can touch your skin, my love will surely grow.”
“Wrapped within your lucent arms, there safety with my love. Asylum for a bleeding heart though limbs not flesh nor blood.”
“Oh, let me just be close to you. Of what else do I care? And if it means another world, then that will be my prayer.”
Song of the Siren
“Draw near, closer now into my painted wings.”
“What man can resist when the Siren sings?”
“Let not your ears be deadened by the ocean's roar. Just hear my sweet lament and I'll ask no more.”
“Give up your will to me!”
“You've travelled far, my love, and the sea's been cruel.”
“Come rest with me awhile.”
“Why act like a fool?”
“For I will guide your ship to my welcome shore.”
“So give your soul to me when you hear the call.”
“Upon this crimson rock your body lying still, and from your broken veins I will drink my fill.”
“Your love has given me meaning to my song.”
“Within my empty heart is where your blood belongs.”
Vampyres
“In the hush of the gloaming as the young sleep without a care, dark lovers greet the cool night sky and drink of the liquid air.”
“The time has come for the eternal young to leave the still of the earth and rush through the night in their nocturnal flight.”
“Wild beneath the midnight sun, those who have tasted it satiates.”
“It's an experience you won't want to miss.”
“So cast out your fears, they're ever near.”
“So much can change with a single kiss.”
“They come on wings of black kid leather.”
“Anaemia adds haste to the flight.”
“The sky is alive with anticipation.”
“Another soul will join them tonight.”
“With one fatal kiss of exquisite bliss your body is left pale in the wake, but the vampyre catalepsy is brief and pretty soon you'll join the feast of blood.”
Eternity
“Lying 'neath the trees your arms enfold me.”
“There's some sweet magic in the way you hold me.”
“I feel the power in your midnight eyes.”
“Let me drink deep from your witch’s potion.”
“Like the trees we will sway in motion.”
“Watch our souls tumbling from the sky.”
“Wrap me up within your cloak of myst'ry.”
“All nature holds is breath whene'er you kiss me.”
“Hear my secrets uttered in my sighs.”
“You know I'll always love you as the Moon shines far above you.”
“You know I'll always love you.”
“May her light shine on our love.”
“Fall with me into deepest ocean and let our bodies drown in pure emotion.”
“I feel that I'm immortal by your side.
“We'll live this life and then we'll live another.”
“For all of time I hope you'll be my lover.”
“We'll be as one long after we've died.”
Incubus
“I feel you drawing near and I will show no fear.”
“No pleasure be denied me. A hunger grows inside me.”
“I need your fiery kisses.”
“Thrill me with your icy touch.”
“What mortal lover would ever hope to give a woman this much?
“Dream lover, dream lover. Deceiver, Reliever.”
“Dream lover, dark brother, I'll open my soul just to give you my whole.”
“Man's greed has known no boundaries.”
“His cruelty has no end.”
“I feel desire as you do, so why need it so offend you?”
“Speak not your words of anger; carnal acts by the Devil's will.”
“I don't hear your accusations.”
“Someone slipped me a happiness pill! “
All the Devil’s Men
“All the Devil's Men. In Christ's name they do their evil.”
“All the Devil's Men. Still mad and medieval with their swords and with their guns and poisoned words upon their tongues.”
“All the Devil's Men hear the children scream, for they shall teach them Christian values—put monsters in their dreams and subject them to pain and torment.”
“With their straps and with their canes they shall teach them fear and shame.”
“All the Devil's Men...”
“If they can't burn you at the stake then your children they will take.”
“Will the malice of their lies. They are here to defile, to destroy all our lives.”
“What they do, they do for Christ and we are all the victims: every man, woman and child.”
“All the Devil's Men, their twin gods are Christ and Satan.”
“All the Devil's Men... Hide your babes for they shall take them.”
“With the law upon their side they bring death and genocide.”
“All the Devil's Men... By the sword and by the lash they will break you, they will take you.”
“In the shadow of their cross lie the victims of their tortures.”
“In the churches and the schools they still take us for their fools.”
“All the Devil's Men clutching to their dying empire.”
“All the Devil's Men clutching at their blood-stained bibles.”
“Their final days have come at last and they shall fade into the past.”
I am the One
“I am the One from the dark side of your dreams.”
“I am the One, the one who hears your screams.”
“I am the One, I am the One.”
“I am a vampyre a-calling for your love.”
:I am the fire that burns within your blood.”
“No bars or chains can keep me from your bed.”
“Nothing on earth can get me from your head.”
“I'm the angel of your desire burning in the night.”
“I'm the pyre, I'm the fire come to set you alight
“I'm the One.”
“Forget the past, live only for tonight.”
“How many loves have shared such pure delight?”
“Rest now, my love, let troubles slip away.”
“I shall return on the darkening of the day.”
Old Hornie
“A breath of wind has stirred me from hypnotic lands.”
“The cup falls from my hands.”
“I feel your spirit come a-rushing through the trees; your call upon the breeze.”
“Let us sing to Herne tonight.”
“Come join his dance of life.”
“Let us sing to Herne tonight and join his dance of life.”
“Proud horned one come now with swiftness and with mirth. Be with us on this earth. We praise the phallus that has brought the gift of life. Join with me in this rite.”
Vlad
“How I've loved you and will always love you.”
“You were the one to light the stars in my night.”
“Why can't one of such beauty live forever?”
“Hear my soul scream its plight.”
“You were the gift of joy.”
“You were my light.”
“You gave so much to life, my angel of the night.”
“Oh hear me call you. I'll always call for you.”
“Though you are no longer here may my voice be carried to your spectral ears.”
“I need to know you are near.”
Samhain
“From the west comes old Death a-riding on the storm with hungry eyes for funeral fires to burn till the morrow's dawn.”
“For tis the night, here comes the dead unbound from the Underworld and the children dress as the babes of Hell.”
“All the boys and all the girls and the fires shall burn. And the wheel of life shall turn, and the dead come back home on Samhain.”
“In the night sky on the lunar light they fly, and the dead come back home on Samhain.”
“At the Sabbat high on the funeral hill wait the witches at the feast for the first winter's day, the first winter's sun a-rising in the east for Death has come for the summertime and to take the leaves of spring.”
“Hecate, Nemesis, Dark Mother take us in.”
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