#Raven became the fandom wife
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Neon Wings
These are just my thoughts on this AMAZING series and I don't have someone to dump this so here we go.
Spoiler warning for both The Neon Barbarian and Neon Wings.
I've never done this and English grammar isn't my strong point.
I wasn't expecting a sequel for TNB. But the world was too interesting to not make more. So, I was surprised that NW went in a different direction. It's Raven's story and it SHOWS.
I love how the audience is able to witness Raven's past and compare it with the present.
I enjoy making the backstories of Listeners based on the little information we have. However, it feels different to just hear about their past from BE THERE to understand what they went through.
Because for me the two series are one big story. Of course, you can see one and not the other. Still, it hits different when you see both.
I like the idea of Crow not going back. It'll defeat the purpose of the story. (Don't get me wrong I LOVE CROW, I MISS HIM). Yet, if he comes back, it'll be awkward since Raven is different. Time has moved on and he will be stuck in the past again.
For me, Raven changes from being someone open to knowing new people to becoming this person with emotional walls. In both she's still kind and a badass, but it's different.
It took her TWO days to give Ivan the pie unlike with Crow that it took a few hours to invite him to her house.
One of my favorite parts of this series were the moments Raven had a panic attack. Sure, almost every video has loud banging or shooting noises.
But with these ones, you can FEEL how UNCOMFORTABLE she is. How there is nowhere to run, no way to get the sound quiet down. How the sirens and shooting noises never left her head as she just stayed there, incapable to do something.
The way music is used is another favorite part. Out of Touch means so much for her, both good and bad. I forgot the music was playing WHILE Crow was being shot.
That's why in her nightmare, after Ivan gets shot, it sounds a distorted version. It's the story repenting itself all over again.
Just for her to claim the song while they fight against Luke. Love the detail. The final song Chicago was *chef kiss*. It's a new song for a new life and it fits PERFECTLY.
ALSO, THE FIGHTING AND SOLO SCENES OMGGG. You KNOW what Raven does and what they do to her, from hand to hand combat to guns.
Also, there are many scenes where she doesn't interact with anyone and still understand what happened. Like when she goes back home from the incident and just drops to her couch/bed.
Lemme talk about Ivan. I was surprised with Ivan's attitude. He is always calm and never actually cursed. I thought that his reaction to Raven's old job was something he was OK with but couldn't participate.
He's so kind with everyone and his struggle NOT TO drop facts about the things he likes is relatable. HE'S SO AFFECTIONATE WITH RAVEN AND PALOMA, I LOVE HIM.
At the end, he curses and gives effective strategies to kill the other mercenaries. On top of that, he ended up shooting someone, so I think I didn’t give Ivan enough credit.
The fact that he has a kind heart, doesn't mean he's not brave enough to protect the ones he cares about. They became The Power Couple. Relationship Goals indeed.
It was a hard task to give Raven another love interest since Crow is so loved by the fans. And I admit it was handled very well. For both Crow and Michelle.
I appreciate how Michelle is not a competition. For me, she had the right to be upset at the beginning. It was a dangerous and new situation. She just wanted to protect her family.
Probably Ivan talked to her and explained the situation better, since Michelle doesn't blame Raven again at the end.
My question right now is, WHY Raven took Ivan with her??? He can't run and doesn't have that much experience in combat.
Maybe they felt safe with each other. I mean, Raven IS a mercenary and fought 3 armed guys alone. Also, why was she so open to listen to Luke? He knows most about Para M and would benefit from her death. I still need to give it more thought.
There are still some things that kept me thinking about the other stuff that weren't shown. One is that Danny is never brought up again. I understand that she was not as important as Crow in the story but STILL.
She died saving her identity from Louis and now Raven takes care of her cat. I just wonder if Danny was for Raven, another victim of the circumstances or they were friends.
Also, the disaster that created the super genits (i'm sorry if I wrote it wrong) is never brought up again. But I think it's because it takes place far away from the original incident. Something that is never stated as well, are Danny and Crow buried somewhere?.
Lastly, I always keep this writing advice in mind. Characters of a story can't be the same at the beginning and at the end. The scene that brought me that thought was when Raven got shot. I'm pretty sure she couldn't hear Crow's words before this moment.
Seeing him one last time and being in the situation she wanted for so long, it shows how much she grew. Raven from the beginning would've accepted to die.
But she couldn't, there was something worth living for. Raven had her closure with her past and now it's ready for the future. IT MADE ME EMOTIONAL 😭.
Now Raven can live her life again the way she wants. She leaves her old name and life behind. Not seeing the next sunrise but to enjoy it as well.
It's like those stories even if you get spoilers, it's not the same as experience it.
That's all.
#escapedaudios#escaped audios#hits a sensitive spot to me#neon wings#the neon barbarian#I forgot to add this#Does Raven still have Crow's tapes?#Raven became the fandom wife#There was a lot of effort and care in this story#From the VAs performance to the editing#Any story that touches on the idea of finding joy for the future hits a sensitive spot to me#el Escapado se pasó#él se levantó un día y eligió la violencia#como hace prácticamente todos los días
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My Lonely Valentine (The Agreement) A One-Shot
Series: The Agreement
Fandom: The Royal Romance
Pairings: Riley x Liam, Riley x Drake
Rating: NSFW 🍋🍋🍋
Warnings for this chapter: Lemons, or should I say almost lemons? Lemon adjacent?
Word Count: 3,269
A/N: This is a prequel one-shot. Occurs before the events in the main series.
Submission for the @choicesholidays Valentine's Day prompts.
My other stuff: Master List.
Riley walked into the informal dining room of Balymore, her estate in Valtoria, to find the table draped with a red silk cloth, flames flickering from wrought iron candelabras, and gleaming silver cloches gracing the tabletop.
Her mouth fell open and she turned to her husband in name only in astonishment. “What is all this?”
“Oh…ah…” Drake stuttered over his words as his brain spun frantically trying to find the right thing to say that would make his romantic gesture less romantic and not awkward. “I…um…I know you were disappointed that Liam had to cancel your plans for today, so I just wanted to do something to cheer you up.”
Disappointed was an understatement. It was Valentine’s Day and Liam had cancelled their plans. She shouldn’t be surprised. She should be used to it. But it hurt. A good cry and a hot bath had helped, but after a long nap, she’d found herself ravenous. Her quest for food had led her downstairs where she’d followed her nose to find the source of the delicious aroma wafting up to her.
Confusion pinged through her as she took in his demeanor. “What about your plans? Didn’t you have a date?”
“Yeah, well, that fell through.”
“Oh, Drake, I’m so sorry!” Her voice was full of so much sympathy that he felt like an ass for lying.
“It wasn’t anything serious anyway.” The truth was, he had canceled the date when he’d realized Riley would be left home alone. He had only asked the girl out so that he wouldn’t be home when Liam arrived. Not out of jealousy, but fear of discovery. He was sure his best friend could read his love for his supposedly in-name-only wife all over his face.
It was getting harder to fight his feelings for her. The more Liam fucked up and neglected her, the harder it became.
He wasn’t jealous of Liam per se. He loved the guy, and he was fully aware of the myriad web of circumstances that had led to him having to marry for political alliances and not love.
Still.
The effect it had on Riley was the same and it hurt him to watch her suffer. He had agreed to marry her to keep her at court and near Liam. A marriage of convenience. A favor for his friends. An act of service for the two people he loved most in the world.
The problem was that the longer they lived together, the closer they became and the harder he fell. He had tried to fix it, put distance between them, but his stupid, traitorous heart wouldn’t let him move on. And he had tried.
The first year they were together had been so full of turmoil that he had just focused on getting her through it. Once they had moved to Valtoria and she had settled into her new position as Duchess, she had encouraged him to find a relationship of his own.
“You shouldn’t have to suffer just because I am.”
The full truth of the situation was that he had only half-heartedly dated so that she would stop worrying about him and his happiness. Because he would do anything for her. Even date other women. But his heart had never been in it.
Every relationship he had entered had ended before it really began. Two or three dates at most. Several of the women had dumped him citing with confusion that he seemed to actually love his wife.
Everyone on the planet could see that, apparently. Everyone but her.
Because she was too busy letting Liam break her heart over and over.
“Still. I’m sorry your date canceled. I know what that feels like.”
“I’m fine.” He brushed her concern off with a twinge of guilt but telling her that he had been the one to cancel would just open up questions he wasn’t ready to answer. Or more to the point, questions he wasn’t sure she was ready to hear the answers to.
He would confess his feelings right then and there if he thought she returned them. But she was in love with Liam. He knew that.
“Stop worrying about my love life and come eat before it gets cold.”
She inhaled deeply as she stepped toward the table, “It smells so good! What is it?”
“Deep fried chicken and cheese stuffed avocado.” He told her as he pulled her chair out for her.
Her face lit up as she sat. “Really?”
“Yes,” he affirmed as he took his own seat. “I know it’s your favorite.”
“But…how? I gave the kitchen staff the night off!” Neither of them had planned to be home.
“Oh, ah…” a flush spread across his face as he rubbed the back of his neck, “I made it.”
She pulled the cloche off the plate then turned her head to him in bewilderment, “You made this?”
He scoffed while shaking his head. “Don’t act so surprised. I can cook. You know this.”
“I mean yes but this is next level!” The avocados were browned to perfection and served with a beautifully roasted Mediterranean vegetable medley, garlic mashed potatoes, and piping hot Ciabatta bread.
He tried to lighten the mood. “I’m offended that you’re this impressed, Riley. I have mad kitchen skills.”
“I know. I just can’t believe that you did all this for me.” A single tear slid down her cheek.
He leaned forward in concern, wiping the tear away. “Hey, hey, hey! What’s that about?”
“Nothing,” she smiled at him through the wetness pooling in her eyes. “These are happy tears. I didn’t think this day could be salvaged, but you somehow managed it.”
“Yeah, well, what are husbands for?” He gave her a disarming smile as he sat back in his chair and turned his attention to his plate.
She laughed at their shared joke. He always said that when he did something nice for her. It was funny because he wasn’t really her husband.
But he kind of was, wasn’t he?
She dropped her eyes to her plate to cover her sudden flush. He was always doing sweet things like this. He was always there when she needed someone to talk to. Though she would never tell Max or Hana, Drake had become her best friend.
He had left his job as a member of the King’s Guard to move to Valtoria with her. He had been there for her when her grandmother passed away. The last time Liam had stood her up, Drake was ready with her favorite pizza and a movie she’d been wanting to see.
What are husbands for?
It was beginning to feel less and less like a joke because it had become the truth.
How true?
She suspected Drake’s feelings for her. How could she not? She had pushed him to date others. It wasn’t fair to let him waste his life taking care of her when she was in love with another man.
Yet here he was, on Valentine’s Day, taking care of her once again.
She stole a surreptitious glance at him as they ate. Maybe he had deeper feelings for her than she initially suspected.
No, she was imagining things. He was just being a good friend. Because that is what he was. Her friend. And Liam’s.
Liam.
Guilt swirled through her at the thought of her supposed boyfriend. Annoyance followed the guilt. He had stood her up. Again. Why should she feel guilty for anything? He married another woman for the love of God.
Not because he wanted to.
The guilt was back at the reminder of the impossible situation Liam had been placed in, but it was mingled with hurt, embarrassment, and a fair amount of anger.
She knew everyone thought she was an idiot for waiting around on scraps of the king’s time and affection. For uprooting her entire life to chase after him to Cordonia in the first place, for staying even after his rejection, and for continuing to believe that she was a priority to him.
Everyone but Drake.
He never judged her.
She lifted her eyes to his face as he regaled her with tales of Max’s misadventures from when he had tagged along on Drake’s latest fishing trip with Bastien.
“… And then he tripped over the side of the boat and fell in the water!” Drake shook with laughter at the memory.
Riley forced an obligatory smile, but she had missed most of the story, her mind occupied with an entirely new idea.
Her eyes focused on his mouth hoping he didn’t notice the flush on her face as her mind refused to stray away from imagining what his lips would feel like on her neck, on her mouth…other places….
She forced her eyes down to her plate and focused on eating her dinner. The dinner that her husband in allegedly name only had taken the time to prepare with his own two hands.
When the meal was over, she tried to clear the table, but he wouldn’t let her. “No, no, I’ve got this! I’m just going to clear the table and rinse the plates real quick. Why don’t you go pick something to watch? Whatever you want.”
“You sure? You did all this work. The least I can do is let you pick the movie.”
“Nah.” He waved her offer away. “As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.”
A multitude of emotions swirled through her as she watched him walk out of the room with the dishes. If you’re happy, I’m happy. He meant that. He was always saying things like that. He was always going out of his way to do little things to make her happy.
She made her way to the media room and flipped absently through the streaming selections as a million images of Drake fell through her mind. Drake, making her laugh when she was sad. Drake, holding her when she cried. Drake, always keeping himself between her and the reporters. Drake, scrambling eggs in their kitchen at two a.m. because they’d stayed up late watching stand-up comedy specials again.
When had he become such a huge part of her life? Yes, she had married him, but that had been on paper only, so she could stay near Liam.
And yet it was Drake who had attended her grandmother’s funeral with her. It was Drake who had taken care of her when she had the flu last year. And it was always Drake who picked up the pieces after Liam shattered her heart time and time again.
Why was she keeping him at arm’s length?
He showed up in the media room with her favorite blanket, a steaming cup of hot chocolate, and a small box tucked under his arms.
She accepted the cup and the blanket while trying to peer at the box. “What’s that?”
“Oh, this?” He teased, holding it out toward her but up out of her reach.
Her eyes widened as she glimpsed the label. “Are those dark chocolate truffles?”
“Maybe…”
“Drake!” She laughed as she deposited her cup on the end table and made a grab for the promised treat.
He lifted them easily out of her reach with a teasing smile. “What? Did you want these?”
“You know I do!” She tried to pout but the smile tugging her lips upward made that difficult to maintain.
“I don’t know….” He pretended to think deeply about it. “Maybe I should keep these for myself.”
With a joyful laugh, she launched herself off the couch, her fingers touching, but not completely grasping the elusive chocolates. The impact of her body colliding into his, combined with his misstep as he tried to dodge her, sent him toppling backward onto the couch where he landed in a slightly reclined position. Her momentum carried her forward so that she landed on top of him, laying on his chest, looking up into his face.
They were both laughing as their gazes met. A sudden silence descended on them as they stared into each other’s eyes. The smiles faded as lips parted and breath caught.
She moved first, bringing her lips to his. Her kiss was tentative. His response was not.
His arms went around her, the box of truffles dropped and forgotten on the floor. He pulled her tight against him as his tongue deftly took control of her mouth. One hand tangled in her hair as the other slipped under her shirt to caress the smooth skin of her back. A plaintive whimper escaped him as he pressed his rapidly growing hardness up into her.
Riley responded, melting into his embrace, no longer tentative. She pressed herself against him as their kisses became more passionate, almost frantic.
She broke the kiss to gasp for air. “Drake…should we—"
Drake froze for a moment, and then jolted upright, gently moving her off him. “Shit, Riley!” He raked a hand through his hair as he pushed himself back away from her. “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry!”
“What are you sorry for? I kissed you!”
“It was just the heat of the moment.”
“Is that all it was?” She asked him softly.
“Yeah…” He responded unconvincingly.
“Are you sure it wasn’t more than that?”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know…” her fingers twisted the hem of her shirt nervously. “You made this whole romantic dinner…”
“I wanted to cheer you up. Because we’re friends and—"
“You went out of your way to get me my favorite candy.”
“No, I didn’t. I just….” He closed his eyes with a shuddering sigh before pushing through with the lie. “I was already in the store, and I saw it…”
“You’re a bad liar.”
His eyes flew open, and he fixed her a look that was almost pleading. “What do you want from me, Riley?”
“I think the question is, what do you want from me, Drake?” She scooted closer to him taking in the way he watched her warily. Like a rabbit watching a coyote approach, his face full of fear, longing, and a guarded passion.
He swallowed thickly and tried for a normal tone of voice. “The movie…”
Her hand slid up his thigh to the bulge in his pants. “A movie? Is that really what you want right now?”
“Fuck…” he breathed out in defeat as a shudder ran through his body. He grabbed her wrist to stop her but instead of pushing her away as he had intended, he found himself pulling her into him as he leaned forward, and then they were kissing again.
Lips and hands explored bodies and pulled at clothing. His heart thundered in his chest as a small part of his mind screamed at him to stop, to put the brakes on this.
That part was overruled as she pulled her top off and dropped it on the floor next to them. He stopped breathing for a moment as he drank in her naked form. He yanked his own shirt off and dove back in.
Riley arched her back as she gave herself over to the sensations cascading through her body. Drake’s hands on her bare skin were calloused, rough. The friction was a sharp contrast to the smoothness of her bare flesh. It felt good, forbidden, delicious. She shivered as goosebumps erupted along her spine.
His hot lips on her throat sent ribbons of white-hot desire shooting through her and coiling in her center.
She cried out in protest when he withdrew that touch. “Why are you stopping?”
“I…we shouldn’t…”
“Don’t you want me?”
A self-deprecating laugh slipped out of him. “I want you so fucking bad….you have no idea….. but not like this.”
“Like what?”
“You’re upset…vulnerable...”
“I was upset.” She drew his hand back to her body; he didn’t resist as she placed it so it was cupping a pert breast. “That’s not what I’m feeling right now.”
He was struggling mightily to keep his voice even as he gasped for breath. “…don’t want you to regret…”
“I won’t…”
“You’re in love with Liam…”
“I am…” She dropped her hand and pulled back a little. “We can stop if you want.”
“If I want?” His gaze searched hers, unsure exactly what he was looking for.
“Yes, you. I don’t want to stop.”
“But Liam—”
“I don’t want to think about Liam right now, Drake. I don’t want to think about tomorrow or what any of this means. But…” She moved away from him reluctantly. “I understand if you do.”
He instantly regretted the distance between them.
Before he could decide how to proceed, there was a knock at the door.
Drake’s eyes closed as frustration, relief and a smidge of anger pinged through him.
There was only one person it could be this late.
Talk about timing.
He quickly pulled his shirt back on and tossed her blouse to her. “I’ll go answer the door. You might want to fix your hair, it’s a little mussed.”
“Drake—”
“No, it’s okay,” he told her as he pulled her to him and dropped a quick kiss on the top of her head before pushing her gently away. “Go make yourself presentable. I’ll show Liam in.”
“Right.” She redressed and hurried over to the closest mirror to smooth her hair back into place.
Drake combed his fingers through his own hair on his way to the front door. Pulling it open, he greeted his best friend with, “Thought you couldn’t get away, Your Majesty?”
“Some last-minute things came up, but I finally managed to slip away.”
“It’s a little late. Valentine’s Day is pretty much over.”
Liam glanced at his watch as he stepped through the doorway. “Not really. Where is she? And why are you home? I thought you had a date.”
Drake shrugged. “She canceled on me. Sick pet or something.” He was only a little horrified at how easily the lie rolled off his tongue. “Riley’s in the media room. We were just about to watch a movie.”
Liam started down the hall. Looking over his shoulder, he asked, “Are you coming?”
“No. I’m going to turn in early. You two have fun.”
He needed a shower. A cold one.
He sprinted up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He slammed his bedroom door behind him and then leaned back against it, gently banging his head into it several times before muttering to himself, “The fuck did I just do? Stupid, stupid, stupid!”
He shed his clothes as he walked across to the room and into the ensuite. He needed relief.
The water pounded down on him as he wrapped his hand around himself. His head tipped back and his eyes fell closed as he remembered her half-naked form in front of him, the feel of her skin under his fingers, the taste of her lips…..
He groaned out loud as streams of milky whiteness pulsed out of him and splashed onto the tile. He placed both hands on the wall and leaned forward, letting the water run over the back of his head as he watched the detritus of his desire swirl down the drain.
It wasn’t the first time that his ardor for her had landed him in this position, but he knew it was different this time.
They had crossed a line tonight. A line that couldn’t be uncrossed. Even though they hadn’t done the deed, the genie was out of the bottle-- his feelings for her, their obvious sexual attraction to each other, all of it.
He just had no idea what to do about any of it.
#the royal romance#trr#trr fanfic#drake walker#riley brooks#drake x mc#angelasscribbles#the royal romance fanfic#choices fic writers creations#cfwc fics of the week#choices stories you play#choicesholidays#valentinesday2024
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OK IM CRINGE POSTING SORRY. HI MARAUDERS FANDOM HAVE MY OC, SHES MY EVERYTHING I LOVE HER *RUNS AWAY*
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DELTA BLACK.
Basic information: Second Born to Orion and Walburga Black. Younger sister to Sirius and Older sister and twin to Regulus. Sorted into hufflepuff. This Au they are half Latino (Puertorican bc i CAN). THEY ARE ALSO ALL ANIMAGUS, Sirius is the dog, Regulus is a cat and Delta is a raven.
Life story: Both she and Regulus were born Identical twins, the only difference being the streak of white in her hair. When they were around 5 Reg had told her that he was a boy and she accepted him, then he later told the rest of the family and they pretty much rejected him and pretended it didn’t happen(Except Sirius who was just so happy to have a little brother). Around their 3rd Year Regulus got a friend called Pandors and she instantly grew a crush on her (only to find out a fee years later she was promised to Barty Crouch JR)
Years passed, Sirius ran away, Regulus grew colder and darker, she became sadder, shut down. When they became 16 Delta found out about thr marriage thing and about Regulu becoming a death eater. This was practically her breaking point and was a person that couldn’t be recognized. The twins didn’t speak from that point on.
Years went on and they both turned 18. on the night before her wedding day Regulus came to her in tears sobbing into her arms, saying how he regrets growing appart from her and how much his sister means to him. She thought this was because of the forced marrige, while in part it was because of that it was also because that would be their last conversation, their last hug, the last time she would run her hands through his hair, the last time she would clear his tears, their last peaceful day.
a week into her married life she found out her brother drowned, devastated by this news she sobbed and destroyed her house almost killing herself in the process. Her and Barty’s family deemed her insane even though Barty was also heartbroken that his friend had passed and they sent her away to a facility, she didn’t get to go to his funeral. A day after his funeral people at the facility say she saw a black cat and that it was him, Regulus here to take her to the afterlife. a few hours later after she said that, she died of a broken heart.
Both her and Regulus died at the age of 18, Sirius being the only Black child left.
While Sirius lives he sees glimpses of black cats and Ravens, it reminds him of his siblings and he thinks of them as his luck charms, both good and bad. Sirius also see’s Delta’s ghost sometimes, he thinks she is haunting him for abandoning them and that she is a malevolent spirit but she is actually just looking out for him and wants to see his life from up close.
important relationships:
- Sirius: Sirius was her protector growing up but there was only much he could do. She was still forced to do “Womanly chores” and learn to be a wife. Sirius and her grew apart after he ran away.
- The last thing she saw of Sirius for months was his anamagus form running away with a bag of clothes in his mouth.
- She and sirius had a very playful competitive relationship. They wanted to see who could learn the most languages in the shortest amount of time, wanted to see who was Reg’s favorite, who cooked the best, etc.
- She called Sirius “Siri” and “mutt”, Sirius called her “Delly” and “birdshit”.
- They are both very protective about Regulus and both call him “Reggie” and “baby regulus”
- When Sirius ran away they still saw eachother at school and she would try to talk to him but he would just ignore her so she stopped commenting.
- Delly talks about Pandora, Siri talks about Remus (Happy Au)
Regulus:
- Twins, they were inseparable. Both very protective of the other, they also share this scary intuition of the other of when they are sad,lying or upset.
- Delta cuts his hair when it gets to long and she runs her hands through it and sings to him.
- Reg literally harrassed Pandora and interviewed her on why she was worthy of his sisters love (Happy AU. Delly does the same to James)
- Pianist Delta, Violinist Reg.
- They both grew so depressed whenever Delly was promised away and Reg became a death eater, he thought he was doing something good for his sister but it just hurt the both of them.
- When regulus came that night to say his final goodbye he was tempted to tell her but he knew she would do everything in her power to stop him.
- cat!Regulus on Delta’s lap while she studys.
- Delta calls him “Reggie” and “Chatnoir” and Regulud calls her “Del (deldel when its just them)” and “birdy”
the siblings:
- THE PRETTIEST SIBLINGS.
- Have races in their Animagis forms (Sirius cheats and wins)
- all died because of love (Reg had to much love, Delly lost her love, Siri didn’t love enough)
- Sirius and Regulus running around the mansion while Delta looks at them.
- Sirius and Regulus always come to Delta to cry, she was basically their mom.
- Cuddle piles>>
Pandora Lovegood:
- Fell inlove in their 4th year, Sirius likes to tease them and Regulus Ignored Pandora for 2 days before he saw how happy she made his sister.
- sneak quick kisses inbetween classes.
- Delly always cheers for Pandora in quidditch matched even if Its slytherin vrs Hufflepuff.
- When Pandora was told about Delta’s engagement she was heartbroken but eventually knew she had to move on, she told her dauther luna about her.
- Delta’s ghost also sometimes visits Pandora and she likes watching Luna grow up. (Luna can see her but says nothing bc she thinks its her being weird again)
- THE IT COUPLE, they were the gfs.
- Picnic dates where they feed eachother fruit and put flowers in eachother’s hair.
if u read my word vomit… wow. i have more stuff written for them and plan to write a fic eventually so😁🫶🏼
#harry potter#marauders#marauders era#sirius orion black#sirius and regulus#sirius being sirius#sirius black#trans regulus#regulus black#r.a.b#regulus headcanon#sirius headcanon#black family#wolfstar#harry potter oc#my ocs#original character#angst#so much angst#fucking ouch#they make me insane#spokii art tag
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Keepsakes:
Caraway & Rosewater
Status: Ongoing Ficlet collection; unbeta’d
Series: the Hob Adherent series
Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022) Includes some comics canon, and some cameos from the wider Gaiman-verse (including the Good Omens and Lucifer television shows), but it’s not necessary to know to enjoy the story.
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Some fade-to-black sexytimes.
Relationships: Morpheus | Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling, Eleanor | Hob Gadling’s Wife/Hob Gadling (past)
Characters: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Hob Gadling, Delirium of the Endless, Death of the Endless, Dream of the Endless | Daniel Hall, Destruction of the Endless, Desire of the Endless, Despair of the Endless, Destiny of the Endless, Matthew the Raven, Eleanor Gadling, Harriet Butler
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Caraway & Rosewater
Inspired by a prompt from @tickldpnk8 on Tumblr. Am I also specifically making this partially about food specifically for @carnelianmeluha …. Maaaaybe.
Hob stops his horse beside the window of the hired carriage, which brought them north from London, in order to get a good look at Eleanor’s face. He wants to memorize her expression when she sees the house for the first time.
Eleanor appears more than a little startled to arrive and be greeted at the door by no one. It shows on her leaf-shaded face, plain as the sun in the sky, and in the stiff set of her spine, and the way she folds her fingers together stiffly in on her lap, and rolls her lower lip in between her teeth. In short, she is displeased.
Hob’s stomach immediately sinks.
“Here?” she asks politically, as she takes in the cool glade where they’ve halted.
It’s a very pretty clearing.
Hob had picked it out a century prior, when his banditry and sellsword ways had granted him enough coin to escape both the unsavory life, and the stink and press of London. He’d purchased the deed for a few small fields and this little patch of woods, and named the tiny farm “Glade Estates” in jest. And in hope. For he did hope, one day, to transform it into a mighty country seat, worthy of the aspirations and titles he worked toward.
He’d returned to London once the purchase had drained him of his money, and found a place as a printer’s apprentice. He’d intended to use what scant extra coin the profession provided to sneak away for a week here and there to lay foundations and design a grand mansion. But first he’d need a cottage in which to stay while doing said planning, laying, and building. Luckily he had all the time in the world to do so, and could afford to take the grand project slowly.
But the more he visited over the next few decades, the more he realized that he prized the simplicity of the little cottage he was creating here, and the peace of being alone with his thoughts and secrets in a way that he could not in London. When he took ill or was injured severely, it was a place of refuge and a haven from prying eyes who would wonder why he was not yet dead of his wounds. He could heal in private and return a whole man. Or as a different man, entirely.
With no hired hands or tradesman to get in his way or gainsay his notions, the glade became a place to work with his hands and challenge his creativity and mind. This became an ever-more valuable treasure as his ascent through the social order meant he increasingly spent his free time sitting on his bottom and drinking. And while he dare not leave behind anything too valuable or worse, tell-tale of his true nature, the little stone cache he’d hidden in the forest proved to be a dry and safe place to guard his few carefully hoarded mementos of the last two centuries.
Deciding to keep Glade Estate humble, Hob worked hard over the decades to build the four-room stone cottage by hand, whenever he needed a break from the stink and the plagues. Or, when hiding from London society long enough to return as his own son.
Now completed, the cottage consisted of a small Great Room, with cooking hearth and bread oven against the wall in the centre of the cottage, surrounded with all the attendant tables, cupboards, and chairs necessary. To the left of that were two small rooms to act as pantry and dairy, and another room to the right was outfitted as best he could manage to mimic the incredible Turkish hammams he had visited as a sellsword.
While he had no hot underground spring to tap into for water, the nearby river water could be heated in the great copper pot he’d installed in one corner of the room, over a stone basin to cradle the fire. A little bit of clever engineering saw the pot itself suspended on a pole with a handle, allowing it to be tipped into the soaking tub and mixed with cold water and bath oils until it was just right for a body to laze in comfortably. Above the washing room, to take advantage of the heat of the copper, was a loft containing a few low chests for clothing, and an equally low bed strung with rope and laid with an extravagantly overstuffed eiderdown mattress.
It’s been decades of back-breaking labour to collect, pile, mortar, and plaster the local grey slate into walls; to fashion and tar the timbers himself with all his shipwright’s tools; to white wash and thatch; to build fencing and train brambles into hedgerows, and plant all manner of fruiting plants and bushes in orderly rows beyond the kitchen door; to plane and joint the wood for each stick of furniture; to lovingly craft the hearth grate and fire tools at the local blacksmith’s; in short, to learn trade after trade, skill after skill, to turn this first piece of land he was able to call his own into a real and honest home.
Instead of funneling his growing shipyard wealth into a great country manor, he’d used it instead to purchase land on the unfashionable south side of the Thames. Let his gold be spent where it would be admired by his fellow courtiers. And let this haven remain modest. This cottage, and its glade, and its woods, and its two remaining small fields were his own personal project.
Today, the two fields were rented to the family whose own fields abutted them. In payment asked for no coin, but for the good maintenance of his garden, orchard, and house while Hob was in the city.
He is rightly very proud of his little retreat. It is not a fine house, all red bricks and glass, not like the one he’s having refurbished in the city as a surprise for Eleanor at that very moment. But it is his–theirs, now–and it is good.
And, if the neighbors have done their duty by the eccentric Sir Gadlen, it should also be scrubbed clean, filled with fresh bedding and linens, and stuffed full of all the best victuals, libations, and cookery ingredients good London gold can buy.
“Yes, here,” Hob confirms, screwing his courage to the sticking place. He swings down from his mare and walks her to the hitching post before the sweet little wood shed leaning against the stone wall of the cottage. This will stand in stead of her barn for the next month, and will be warm enough with the bathing room on the other side of the stone wall.
“Are you not a knight, my husband?” Eleanor asks as the lone coachman steps down to open the carriage door and set out the stepping stool for her.
“I am, my wife,” Hob replies, stripping off his thick leather riding glove to hand her down out of the carriage and onto the thick, mossy grass ringing the cottage garden.
With Eleanor safely on the ground, Hob helps the coachman and driver to unload their trunks, piling them beside her. He’ll bring them inside himself, later. He wants to show Eleanor what she is now mistress of, first.
He thinks it a great treasure indeed. Eleanor, who has seemed amiable enough these four days' journey with their stripped-down comforts and service, seems unconvinced.
“And did you not tell me that you were wealthy, my husband?”
“I did, my wife,” Hob admits, a smile curling into the side of his beard when she offers him a displeased frown. Oh, how he enjoys teasing his sweet and canny lady.
As proof of both his wealth and his generosity, he digs out his purse and pops a gold coin into the palms of the coachman and driver. Along with this he adds a letter of instruction for them to return to Gadlen House, which confirms his instructions for the renovations, and his orders for them to return to Glade Estate in thirty day’s time for the return journey.
“And did you not tell me, my husband,” Eleanor goes on, throwing her arms wide to encompass all that she can see, sending the fan tied to her wrist gyrating in the air with the aggrieved gesture. “That we were to reside at your northern estate for this, our honeymoon?”
Hob sends the carriage and it’s intruding humans and horses on their way.
“Indeed I did,” Hob confirms jovially as he waves goodbye.
“Then why are we alone, standing beside a pokey little crooked cot, with no servants nor people of any sort to speak of, my husband?” Eleanor asks, with a look that might turn lesser (or mortal) men to stone in their tracks.
“Because, wife,” Hob says, and pauses as the carriage rounds a bend in the forest road and is completely out of sight.
Then he whirls on her, grabs her fast by her bottom, and heaves her up against his chest. He cranes his head up to capture her mouth for a filthy, filthy kiss, the likes of which he’s been dying to gift her since they woke together in bed the day after the wedding. He has refrained until now, as they’ve been surrounded by fellow travelers, or servants, or busybodies for nigh on a week.
Eleanor squeals first in surprise, then delight. She laughs and clings to him, arms around his neck, dainty feet kicking in the air as he backs them toward the cottage. Her lips meet his on the tiltyard of their lust, thrust for thrust, sally for sally. So consuming and marvelous is it that Hob’s back hits the planking of the door hard enough to drive the latch into his hip.
“Oof,” he grunts, and sets Eleanor down. He cinches her tight about the waist with one arm, should she get any ideas about running off after the carriage, and fishes through the pouch at his groin for the key to the door.
If the motion makes the back of his hand press against the mound of her sex through her skirts, well, that’s a secret for just the two of them.
“Because what, husband?” Eleanor asks him with cheeky breathlessness, all ire gone as she pets her hands down his neck and shoulders. It makes it hard to fit the key into the lock, and he fumbles it twice before the door swings open behind him, allowing them entry.
Eleanor peers curiously over his shoulder, but he will not have her distracted now. He pockets the key and kisses her again to keep her attention where it belongs, guiding her inside as he does. He kicks the door shut behind her, then presses her up against it and gifts her with another of terribly obscene kisses.
When he breaks away for breath, Hob takes her by the very tips of her fingers and leads her slowly, step by backwards step, toward the ladder that will bring them to the loft bedroom.
“Because, wife, with people we are utterly, utterly alone…” He pauses at the foot of the ladder and leans in to nip the lobe of her ear and whisper directly against her plump cheek: “We are tucked away in our private bower with no servants to snoop, no neighbors to gossip, and no courtiers to spy.”
“And so, dear husband?” Eleanor bids him continue with a raised eyebrow.
“And so, dear wife,” Hob says, meeting her eyebrow with a competitive leer. “There are none about to protest when I make you scream.”
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Hob was serious when he said that he meant to woo Eleanor Gifford properly. He set out to prove himself to be not only a wise political choice on her part for her husband, but also a doting and devoted man and life partner.
To that end, he spends the first week of their honeymoon laying service to his wife in all the ways possible.
Hob hunts and cooks what he catches for her, skinning and tanning the hides out back of the cottage to later make mittens and fur collars for her winter-wear. He tends the garden and feeds them both from the early-spring bounty—mostly sallets of tender new leafy greens and herbs, edible flowers, sugar mixed with olive oil, and boiled eggs from the hens he has procured for their stay. He kills, plucks, and cooks chickens. He washes their linens, and reattaches the buttons that carnal enthusiasm has parted from their clothing, and mends tears. He brews quick-beer, and serves cider and wine from the root cellar under the kitchen floor.
He takes her on rambles or rides around the county, teaching her how to find the secret deer paths of the woods, and showing her off proudly on Sunday at the sleepy local church. He tells her stories and sings to her lute accompaniment to her at night, as they cuddle by the hearth, and bids her sleep late in the mornings. He brushes her hair, and tends her frequent baths, and makes little surprises of lavender and lemon soaps.
And of course, he beds her well and often.
Eleanor has never lived without servants. She’s always had someone else to do labor on her behalf, and while the lack of domestic help had perturbed her at first, within days she found his efforts quaint and charming. And romantic. Hob hadn’t expected his ability to serve a decent roast fowl to be an amorous endeavor, but Eleanor’s reciprocity that night had proved him wrong. And her ardor had yet to cool.
Soon enough, she was keen to become his helpmeet in turn, asking him to show her what small tasks she could accomplish to make his larger ones easier or more agreeable.
And so, one gentle, sunny afternoon in their second week at the cottage, Hob has Eleanor stirring the dough for Prince Biskets.
It is May 1st, 1583, and Hob is two hundred and twenty-seven years old today, give or take a few weeks on either side. Hob has selected May Day as his birthday, for the calendars have changed often enough depending on who is in charge and (what country he is in) that he's quite forgotten what day he was really born—if anyone in his family had ever known at all. His mam had always called him her little Bobby Bunny, “born in the spring with hairy ears”, so May 1st had seemed appropriate.
He’ll be meeting his Stranger again in six years, and this time he’ll be able to share all of his joys of his newly married bliss. Perhaps even, by then, show the Stranger portraits of his children, if Hob’s strange nature allows for his seed to take root. Or introduce his Stranger to his family themselves, if their initial meeting at the White Horse goes as smoothly as the last one and his Stranger can be convinced to visit a second night in a row.
That morning, Hob had chivvied Eleanor out of bed at dawn so they could wade into the garden of climbing meadow flowers and harvest the first dew of Spring to wash their faces.
“No one does this any more, husband!” Eleanor had laughed, pleased with the old-fashioned bumpkin ritual.
“I do, wife,” Hob had said. “Make sure to wash behind your ears.”
“You make sure,” Eleanor had countered and tackled him into the verge. Whereupon they engaged in the most traditional and ancient of all the May Day festivities:‘gathering fresshe’ and staining their underlinens bright green with their activities.
After they broke their fast, Eleanor had presented him with his birthday gift—a handkerchief of fine white linen, which she had embroidered herself on the carriage ride north.
“This is a funny little design, is it not, husband?” Eleanor had asked, showing him a sketch. “I saw a whole row of these darling little squiggles on a letter one of the courtiers thought he was being discreet about, just before our wedding. Throckmorton, I think it was. When I asked him what it was, he told me it was a new pattern of stitching for his waistcoat, and that he thought it was to be all the rage quite soon. So I put it down on paper straight away.”
Hob thanked her for the delicate needlework with all the thorough appreciation that such beautiful thoughtfulness deserved, which kept them quite occupied until luncheon.
Now they are making prince biskets to take down into the village for the May Day celebrations. Their most colourful clothes are laid out away from the hearth, where they won’t get ashy, and the flower crowns Eleanor had woven for them that morning during the afterglow are waiting patiently on a hook by the door.
His wife has told him that each of the flowers she’s chosen signify their ardor and attachment, but Hob’s already forgotten which each one is supposed to mean. He’s finding it hard to keep a lot in his poor brain this last fortnight, considering how well fucked-out it is.
“How long must I do this?” Eleanor whines playfully from where she’s seated on a stool by the hearth. Spring though it may be, the clouds are thick in the sky today, and winter’s chill has not entirely retreated from the English countryside.
“The whole of one hour,” Hob reminds her, again. He looks pointedly at the hourglass, where only one quarter of that time has slipped down the funnel, and bends to stoke the fire in the bread oven he’d built into the wall beside the hearth.
By the time Eleanor has finished, the fire should be well burned down and the embers ready to rake out so they can bake using just the heat absorbed by the stones. Normally he would preserve the glowing coals under the clay cerfew to use the next morning, but tonight they’ll be bringing back a torch lit from the May Day Bone Fire to heat the cottage.
As these biskets are for May Day as much as Hob’s birthday, he resumes grinding up the last of the winter-sown spinach to colour the little cakes green with the mortar and pestle. That finished, he perches on the edge of the table to mix the resulting paste with some of the leftover rosewater to liquify it, and then tips the whole lot into Eleanor’s mixing bowl.
She scowls at him for adding to her labors, but he softens it with a sweet kiss on the crown of her flaxen head. Leaving her to stir, Hob retreats to the bathing room to freshen up, and when he returns to the little great hall to relieve her of the bowl so she may do the same, Eleanor’s appreciative gaze travels the length of him more than once.
“I have fur enough to stay warm without clothes,” Hob demurs, flushing under the predatory way her cornflower blue eyes flash with mischief. “And putting my soiled clothes back on simply to finish the baking would defeat the purpose of washing up in the first place.”
“Careful your fur doesn’t catch fire when you rake the oven,” Eleanor murmurs, rising from her stool and raking her nails through the dense curls along his thighs. “I’d hate to see the pelt of so fine a woodland animal scorched. You are so much a faun I half expect you to have a tail.”
She pinches his tail-less bottom. Hob shivers delightedly.
“When you dress,” he murmurs against the side of her head. “Leave off your braes, and I shall do the same. And then when we watched the play and cheered on Robin Hood and his Maid Marion, and eaten our fill, and drunk ourselves into delight, and have jumped the fire to purify ourselves for the coming year, your naughty faun may chase you into the woods and desecrate your temple anew.”
“Is that what this is?” Eleanor whispers, running her fingers now through the hair on his chest. “Foliage instead of fur? Are you the Green Man, come to pluck the last flowers of my virtue to wreathe your maypole?”
Hob feels himself flush deeper, and swats her arse through her skirts. “Off with you, wife, before you distract me and we end up burning our contribution. Then how will we ever show our faces in the village again?”
“Oh, you know the church will have ale and bread enough to buy without you arriving at the village square baring a fortune of caraway and rosewater, you louche spendthrift,” Eleanor teases. But she does make for the bathing room, where Hob has already left her a pitcher of hot water. She sheds pieces of her clothing along the way in a trail that any tempted tracker could easily follow.
Hob is very tempted. He is also very determined to make a good showing at the village this year, and steps stockingless into his boots and throws on an oiled canvas coat to protect himself as he rakes out the coals, butters and fills the baking cups, and puts the biskets in in the oven.
He may be immortal, but a red-hot ember would damage his skin as easily and painfully as any other mortal man. It would ruin the day, the honeymoon, and if it was a truly terrible injury, his plans to ensure that Eleanor really and truly loves him (and has done so for at least half a human lifetime) before he shares the truth of his nature with her.
The coals raked and left in the hearth to cool, the biskets in the oven, a cup of cider poured for himself, and fine clothes to don, Hob feels content and charitable. He loves his life. He loves his wife. He loves his home, and the fruits of all his labours.
And, he muses as he listens to Eleanor singing to herself over the splash of the water as she washes, he has so much to live for. The world is a good, good place, and there is nowhere to go in it but up.
#
A Couple Centuries Later…
It’s not a surprise party if Hob knows it’s happening, and Hob knows it’s happening because Delirium is terrible at keeping secrets.
But he doesn’t want to ruin her fun. So when he returns from the university early that evening, he allows himself to be redirected to the back garden by floating koi that only he can see, and laughs with genuine delight when Del pops out from behind his little brick-and-iron firepit and shouts “HaPpY BIrThDaY!”
A merry little blaze is already going strong in the wrought-iron bowl, not quite a bonfire to rival May Days of old, but a wonderful nod to the tradition. In place of a maypole, someone has decorated the Inn’s downspout with ribbons and flowers the likes of which the Waking doesn’t often see. But the tradition of a sideboard groaning under the weight of fresh, green food (either naturally green or not)
Hob can’t help but hope that someone is planning to put on the traditional Robin Hood panto. He’d sell a finger to see Matthew in green tights.
Hob relinquishes both his briefcase and a kiss to Morph, who was lingering in one of the shadows of the bramble hedge (old habits, and all that). Patrick hands him a can of London Pride, and Hob is hustled over to one of the loveseats parked around the fire to accept the congratulations of the partygoers.
He’s perfectly happy to be steered around, and to let the party come to him. It was a long day of lectures and student meetings, including one poor student who’d burst into tears when Hob had assured them that he’d be very happy to offer learning accommodations if they’re struggling.
The outdoor sofas are comfortable, the food is good, and the company is wonderful, the strains for music coming through from the pub are mellow, the beer is cold, and Hob is a tired old man who is absolutely delighted to be sitting down.
All told, Hob’s six-hundred and sixty-eighth birthday party in the back garden behind The New Inn is significantly less of an ‘affair’ than his six-hundred and sixty-sixth had been. Lucifer, for one thing, has since returned to Hell so is unable to attend. But all of his in-laws are here this time (in varying degrees of believable mortal guises), along with his mortal friends from Elizabethan Manor. Harriet, Glenn, and Shami have all shown up with their partners and kids.
And the Otherkind of London have stayed away, probably terrified to be in the presence of any of the Endless, never mind six of the seven (plus one former entity). Except for his former PhD mentee who is, apparently, currently dating Bod.
(Hob looks forward to a time when Daniel is powerful enough to step into the Waking as Dream. For now, he’s just started kindergarten in New Jersey, and it’s too long a jaunt across the pond for just an afternoon’s celebration.)
He’s plied with well wishes and booze, flower crowns, kisses on the cheek, and a plate piled high with Dee’s beautiful culinary efforts. It’s a wonderfully casual party, people mingling, drifting in and out of his orbit, and no time freezes or Celestial sneering.
“Prince Biskets,” Harriet says, holding one up to show Hob as she plops into the seat right next to him, newly vacated by Shami. “Childhood favorite?”
“Oof,” Hob says, laying a hand over his heart. “I weep for your writing team if your math is that bad. Childhood. Robyn’s childhood, not mine.”
All the same, Hob takes one of the offered biscuits from Harri, and bites into it.
They’re softer than he remembers them being, likely due to Dee’s fiddling with the recipe, but the burst of caraway and rosewater against his tongue brings tears to his eyes with the sudden overwhelming sense memory of those glorious four weeks at Glade Estate.
The little cottage, regrettably, is no more—just some stone walls slowly tipping over under the weight of climbing ivy and time, lost to Hob along with everything else that was stolen when Sir Robert Gadlen the Third was drowned. The fields have long since been absorbed into the nearby farms. The garden and orchard had grown wild enough to fill up the forest glen.
That place is gone.
But the taste of it, right here, is heavy and sweet on his tongue.
He chews slowly, swallowing around a lump growing in his throat. The back of his eyes burn with emotion.
“The last time I had these,” Hob confesses softly, “I was on my honeymoon with El. We made these for May Day. She gave me a handkerchief that damn near got me hanged for my birthday.”
“Hanged?” Harriet asks, eyes lighting with academic curiosity. She’s the biggest fan of Hob’s hot tea, even more of a gossipmonger than Matthew, because she doesn’t care that the people in his stories have been dead for centuries.
Hob leans back against the loveseat cushions, cranes his head up to take in the rich splash of twilight colour lingering over the hedgerow ringing in the garden in an effort to keep the tears that threaten from falling.
“El was too clever by half for her role in court,” Hob tells Harri with a fond, faraway smile. “She got bored easily, which turned her into a bit of a magpie. She had a little notebook, and she’d write down snatches of song, or funny jokes and conversations, or pretty pieces of design.”
He catches Morph’s eye across the fire, knows his husband is listening in, and knows that there is no resentment or envy in the former anthropomorphic personification of the Human unconscious when Hob speaks of his first spouse. Only interest in Hob’s stories of her, and compassion for the way he loves and misses his mortal family.
Hob beds forward and with a finger, makes some squiggles in the fine sandy gravel ringing the firepit. “She embroidered the design she’d overseen on the hanky herself. She was so proud of it, and she’d kept it a secret from me the whole journey. Throckmorton told her it was a new border for his waistcoat, and she’d believed him.”
Harriet’s mouth drops open. “That’s Mary Queen of Scot’s cypher.”
Hob brushes the code away with the bottom of his shoe and raises the remaining half of his biscuit to her with a lopsided grin. “And guess who rolled up to court five weeks after his marriage flashing it around every time he had to wipe his nose? Both sides wanted me dead for that. Elizabeth called me traitor, and Throckmorton knifed me in my sleep. Didn’t take, obviously.”
Hob meets Morph’s eyes over the fire again, and finds his husband is smiling, affectionate and heavy-lidded.
“Dear lord, what happened?” Harri begs, breathless in her curiosity. “How did you talk your way out of it?”
“Good Queen Bess’ spymaster Walsingham confiscated my snotty hanky and used it to break open the plot,” Hob says. “He never quite believed that El’s interest in the design was innocent, but it got me out of the noose, at least.”
Harriet whoops in delighted laughter.
Morph rises, skirting around the fire to drop himself right onto his husband’s lap. Human though he may be, Morph is still cool as night. “Today is a day of celebration, my husband,” Morph says. “No more tales of loss.”
“No,” Hob agrees, holding remaining bite of Prince Bisket into Morph’s petal-pink mouth. “You’re right, my husband.”
Hob knows himself well enough now that he woos through acts of service, through cooking and feeding, through gifts, through quality time given. Through biscuits offered, and baths drawn, and workspaces built. Through solars and speciality drafting desks.
Morph rolls his eyes, but accepts the bite. “You are still so determined to fatten me up,” Morph complains after he’s swallowed. “One of these days, I will be too plump for your lap.”
“Never,” Hob promises, and grabs a handful of Morph’s skinny arse in pointed appreciation.
Harri laughs at the indignant expression that crosses Morph’s face, like a petulant cat, and all is right with the world.
There’s nowhere to go but up.
And Hob has so much to live for.
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– 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝
Rating: M
Fandom: Naruto
Relationship: Haruno Sakura/Uchiha Sasuke
Characters: Haruno Sakura, Uchiha Sasuke
Secret and hidden, as they had been since childhood. In public, stolen glances, polite customs imposed by their class. In private, tender caresses and, with time, lustful exchanges, grafted by an uncontrollable, inevitable passion.
Their meeting places were the most varied, although they preferred to linger in the cornfields surrounding the Haruno mansion, where the tall golden wires allowed them to enclose themselves in their personal illusion, far from everything that was only a few meters away.
Sasuke was on top of her, his body firmly clamped between her legs. He was burying himself inside her body and soul with impetuous gestures, invigorated by the frustration which had been shadowing over them for the past few months, which was finding vent in the very last few hours. They both knew that moment would come sooner or later. Sakura's moans were muffled by his voracious mouth, by the ravenous kiss they exchanged as their bodies became one with each other.
"I'm sorry..." She mumbled between pants after a few moments, clutching him to her with more vigor, trapping him with her arms and legs, almost as if she feared that really the dark-haired might vanish in a cloud of smoke at any moment, or worse voluntarily decide he had enough, that he couldn't go on. Sasuke's right hand closed into a fist around a few strands of wheat which surrounded them, his forehead pressed against hers, his eyelids drooping instinctively, depriving himself of the sight of her face, a mixture of immense pleasure and agonizing grief.
She had tried in every way to postpone that moment, to prevent her father from finding her a suitable suitor, one that would meet his expectations, with a good name, a good position, the right attributes which would allow him to take over the Haruno's business over the years. That morning he had announced to her he had found the perfect candidate, without giving her a chance to express herself, to give her opinion. She could not choose, for if she did it would be him. No one but him. No one but Sasuke. And it had always been him, ever since they chased each other between those same fields as kids, heedless of the difference in class, just eager to enjoy each other's company.
"I would like to marry you. No one else..." Her right hand slid from his shoulder up to his face, over his cheeks, which were beaded with a few drops of sweat. Hers, on the other hand, were streaked with a few tears. "As we promised each other." The dark-haired bit his lower lip, continuing to embed himself into her, tightening the fingers of his left hand around her soft, pearly skin. He seemed to give the impression he didn't even hear her, but Sakura knew it was just the opposite.
And it had always been there, in those fields, that as young and naive they had promised each other the rest of their lives would be spent together, like their childhood. You will be my wife. He had announced to her with vigor and enthusiasm, unaware of the social chasm which divided them. I will make you as happy as you make me. She had replied, smiling and with her cheeks tinged with a slight and adorable blush.
Innocent and foolish. A silliness which was confirmed when, more adult and aware of the world they lived in, of the cruelty of fate that had led them to love each other in those circumstances, they had also given in and lingered, aware of the agony that would inevitably come for them.
When Sakura moaned and arched her back, the dark-haired let his lips slide down her neck, travelling down her chest, seeking and finding her soft, firm breasts. He kissed her skin so tenderly it seemed a sad paradox compared to the urgent movements of his body, the eagerness with which he explored her from the inside, enveloping himself in her core, between the wetted walls which trapped and claimed him.
"Marry me, then." Words mingled with pants, muffled by the occasional pressure of his lips against her skin. Despite this, she didn't believe for a moment she had misheard, misinterpreted, imagined, as if it were a manifestation of her desires.
"Sasuke..." The dark-haired said nothing, merely switching their positions. He was looking at her now, his dark eyes filled with agony and hope, from the desire to have her again and again, from the need for their future together to be written and not to see its end in that very instant, with their bodies united as it should be but with the peril that would be the last time. Sakura kissed him, gripping his face with her hands, her palms pressed against his cheeks as her hips moved spontaneously, seeking the pleasure they were both incapable of depriving themselves of.
"We're not children anymore." She whispered then against his lips, their warm breaths going to mingle. Sasuke ran his hands down her back, accompanying her sinuous yet urgent and desperate movements.
"But I love you just like then." The dark-haired hid his face, pressing it once more against her chest, between her breasts, perhaps not out of simple lust this time.
Sakura was silent for a few moments, in which only moans escaped from her full lips, demonstrations of a pleasure which disregarded carnal need, that went beyond and settled in her, in her soul pierced by a single name, as her body was filled by a single person.
"Run away with me." This time she thought she was imagining, that her mind, mad with sorrow and pleasure, was playing a cruel trick on her, materializing the very thing her heart yearned to hear. Then, Sasuke sought her gaze again, ignited by sparks of insane hope. "Leave your family and I will leave mine. I don’t care about the consequences on my father..." It was he who kissed her again, with a vigor fueled by his resolve. "And even less about the reputation of yours..." The young pink-haired barely tilted her head back, exposing her neck to Sasuke, who rapidly pounced on it with his lips. "So no one else will have you but me." It could have been momentary exaltation, thoughts induced by the inebriation of pleasure, the desperate desire to seek relief from pain.
"I love you so much, Sasuke." Perhaps her own senses were dulled by ecstasy as she pressed against his chest to induce him to fall back with his back to the ground. Pulling him away just to perceive him closer. Distance him to allow him to bury himself in her to the deepest meanders. She towered over him, moving against his body, pressing her hands against his chest, preventing him from coming any closer. Yet, he was the one who had her completely in his grasp, trapped by his face, his eyes, his words, burrowed into her soul, like his member embedded in her core.
"Say yes, Sakura." A plea, in contrast to the firmness with which the dark-haired felt her breasts and clutched her side. "Tell me it's what you want."
"Yes." She exhaled between moans, now surrendered to the pleasure as much as to his desire, to the need to please him and herself. "I want it..." Even the pressure of her hands didn't stop him from overpowering her with his impetus and suddenly lifting his back. Sasuke held her tightly to him, leading each of her swings with the strength of his arms, guiding them both to the climax of what they were consuming and what they were ready to run away for. There, where the matured love culminated and which would not perish under the weight of any obstacle. They would stay together and that very instant only sanctioned the beginning of the life they had promised each other.
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Just quickly jotting something down for some My Friendly Neighborhood-related OCs
Working on some designs for my versions of the Unfriendly Neighbors. Do they count as OCs? Honestly, I've been in fandoms since I was technically ten years old, and now at the ripe age of 22, I can safely say: I have no clue.
But if not, I could twist them into original designs.
While I work on the designs, here were some names that I thought would be cool for them:
Unfriendly Norman - Nightjar
Reasoning: Most of these puppets have alliterative names, but I thought something relating to the newfound dark nature of this Unfriendly puppet would be great. It's a standard trope in horror that we associate the night with frights (haha), so something relating to that was something in mind. Nightjar, specifically, is a name taken from nocturnal birds of the same name (some species of which are classified as owls).
Unfriendly Junebug - Jade
Reasoning: Once again, alliteration, but when you hear Ricky drop the lore that some of the puppets' minds were twisted by the horrors they saw on television, you could argue that some of them were "jaded" by what they saw.
Unfriendly Lenard: Lenore
Reasoning: Similar to how Lenore from Edgar Allan Poe's "The Raven" was considered to be someone precious who was lost, so is Unfriendly Lenard, now dubbed Lenore, now fallen from their former self. She is the closest to her Friendly counterpart, though tends to follow the others in attacking Gordon because of the hive mind habit. I headcanon both Lenard and his unfriendly counterpart to be genderfluid/nonbinary, using any pronouns and comfortably expressing themselves through their relaxed personalities in how they dress no matter what naysayers try to say and do.
Unfriendly Liliana: Lilith
Reasoning: In Judaic mythology, Lilith is allegedly Adam's first wife, banished and shunned and, in turn, becoming the first she-demon, because she did not comply with Adam. Similar to this religious/mythical/Biblical counterpart, Lilith embraced the darkness within her, and due to this, was exiled to the Unfriendly Neighborhood because she wouldn't - and couldn't - be what the other, less scathed puppets expected her to be.
Unfriendly George: Ghost
Reasoning: Unfriendly George became fascinated with death when he saw the bad TV shows, realizing that, for most, at least, it was inevitable. He wondered how it would be to be a spirit, a ghost, free of the pains and troubles that plague his mind.
My art isn't the best, but I hope to post some design ideas for these Unfriendly fellas soon. Thanks for taking the time to read this, I had a lot of fun writing and researching name ideas. Until next time, ciao!
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The Day They Said "I Do"- Victor Li
Summary: Here's how Victor & Cassandra Li's wedding day went. A day filled with joy and love. ♡
Paring: Victor Li x Cassie (OC)
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None
Fandom: Mr. Love Queen's Choice
Word Count: 3.2k
Notes:
Their wedding anniversary was on June 8th. Sooo I decided to write a little something to celebrate it! This turned out much longer than I thought it would.
Partially why it took so long to get out, so I apologize for that.
Enjoy the fluff~ <3
Morning of the Wedding
The sun shone brightly into the previously dark bedroom, coating each and every surface in an ethereal golden glow. Victor was the first to stirr awake from his sleep. His eyes fluttered open as he adjusted to the brightness.
His gaze turned to the person laying in his arms, curled up against him. The woman who he was going to soon spend the rest of his life with.
The woman who he was going to marry on this bright and sunny day. His bride, Cassandra.
She was still fast asleep, her arms wrapped around his waist while her head rested on his chest, right over his heart. Victor couldn't help but smile at the sleeping girl. He softly ran his fingers through her wavy dark brown locks, tucking away stray strands of hair from her face.
She unconsciously leaned into his hand, making his heart skip a beat. A soft yet loving gaze in his periwinkle eyes.
Oh how he couldn't wait to marry her.
She was his everything. His whole world. His sunshine.
After a little while, Cassandra's eyes fluttered open. The sight that greeted her was Victor's smiling face.
"Good morning my soon to be wife."
She let out a soft yet sleepy giggle, a beautiful smile gracing her lips, moving her arms to wrap around his neck loosely. "Mm.. Good morning my soon to be husband."
Victor softly leaned in to kiss her cheek. "Did you sleep well? I'm sorry for waking you."
"Mhm.. Don't worry.. I was ready to get up anyways." She smiled more, as she kissed his cheek in return, snuggling close to him. "Did you sleep well? How long have you been up" She asked, looking into his eyes.
"I did and not too long. I was just admiring how beautiful you are." He softly ran his fingers through her hair again, making her melt against him.
Cassandra let out a giggle. "You're extra cheesy today, Mr. Li." Her tone became rather playful. "I wonder why that is.." She inquired.
He lets out a soft chuckle, making her heart skip a beat this time. "It's because a certain dummy is going to become my wife today."
Cassandra's cheeks flushed a beautiful shade of pink at his words. Knowing exactly what day it was. She couldn't help the soft smile that spread across her lips. "What a lucky dummy she is."
"A lucky dummy indeed… And I cannot wait to marry her." He added, his tone dripping with tenderness.
"Mm.. I'm sure she can't wait to marry you too~" she softly brought her hand up to gently caress his cheek, making him lean into her smaller hand. "She'll be so happy."
He pressed a soft kiss to her palm. "I'll be just as happy." He smiled at her. "Are you ready to start our day, my sweet girl?"
Cassandra smiles, shaking her head briefly, gently bringing a hand up to softly run her fingers through his raven hair. "Not just yet. There is something I'm missing before we get up…"
Victor looked at her with raised brows. "Oh? What is it?"
She grinned as she leaned up, capturing his lips in a gentle kiss. One he reciprocated and melted into by deepening it. Victor's lips never left hers, she tightened her arms around his neck as she pressed closer to him, humming against his lips. He felt very tempted to steal away all the breath in her lungs and perhaps do much more.
However, she was the first to pull away before the kiss could become more than just a kiss. He looked into her eyes as they both recovered their breaths. "I just wanted to kiss you one last time before I won't be able to.." She softly spoke, her cheeks flushed.
He let out a breathy chuckle as he pecked her lips repeatedly, speaking in between kisses. "Then… We should.. Make the most.. Of the time we have… Together now, my sweet."
Cassandra let out a laugh, pulling away. "We'll miss our own wedding if we do that, darling."
"Who says we will if I have the ability to stop time?" He grinned at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
She gaped at him, making him let out a laugh. Playfully smacking his shoulder, "Victor Li, using your evol for such a cause is not appropriate!"
"It is appropriate if I want to continue to kiss my wife." He countered with a silly smile on his face.
"I'm not your wife yet you greedy man." She corrected, laughing.
"Yet. Is the key word, sweetheart. You will be my wife in a few hours."
"Are you keeping track of the time?" She tilted her head to the side, curiously.
"...Maybe."
Cassandra let out a laugh yet again as she sat up, pulling herself out of his arms. "Soon, my love. I'll be all yours once we say I do."
He couldn't wait for that. He couldn't wait to call her his wife.
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Bridal Suite
A few hours had passed. Cassandra sat in the bridal chair as the hairdresser and make-up artist finished up the last touches to Cassandra's hair and make up. Her bridesmaids and maid of honor were already dressed and ready to go, chatting amongst themselves to pass the time.
Mia, Cassandra's maid of honor, walked over to her while being mindful of the workers surrounding her friend. She checked in with her, a soft smile on her face. "You look beautiful Cass. How are you feeling?"
Cassie was gazing at herself in the mirror, a big yet bright smile on her face as she turned to Mia. "Thank you. I've.. Never been happier. I've looked forward to this day ever since I got engaged… although I'm a little nervous right now to be honest with you." She let out a nervous chuckle.
Mia let out a soft giggle, "Don't be nervous. All those nerves will wash away once you see him waiting for you at the end of the aisle."
Cassandra nods, just as a relatively quick yet sharp knock on the door was heard. She knew exactly who was at the door and couldn't help but laugh.
However Mia on the other hand let out a rather frustrated sigh, knowing very well who it was. "That stubborn man.. This is like the millionth time that he's come knocking on our door!"
She marched over to the door, hand on the handle. "Victor! How many times do I have to tell you to go away??" She spoke loudly enough for him to hear from the other side.
"I just want to see her, Mia. Let me in." Victor's voice could be heard from the other side, Cassie could tell from the sharp tone of his voice that he was growing more impatient by the minute.
"I don't care! It's bad luck to see the bride in her wedding dress! Go away!" Mia scolded lightly. It was quite funny yet ironic to see the girl scold her own boss like that.
Cassandra giggled more, standing up from her chair and walking over to the door where Mia stood. The long train of her ivory white wedding dress swishing behind her with every step. "Calm down, Mia. It's okay. Let me talk to him."
Mia looked at Cassandra, surprised but she stepped aside nonetheless. Cassie took a small deep breath as she opened the door a tad, peeking her head out as she was greeted by Victor.
Who’s expression shifted from one of impatience to a tender and loving look with a sweet smile when he saw who answered the door.
"Hi my love." She softly spoke, a smile on her face. "You know you aren't supposed to see me yet, silly. It's bad luck."
"I know and I'm sorry. But I just couldn't help it… I want to see my beautiful bride in her beautifully stunning dress." His smile became a small pout. One she grew familiar with over time.
Cassandra let out a soft laugh. She couldn't resist his adorableness. She shook her head sympathetically, "I know my sweet.. But it's still too early. I promise you'll get to see me soon. Don't worry."
To make him feel just a little bit better she moves one hand out the creak of the door to gently take hold of his, softly lacing their fingers together as she gives him a smile. "You can wait just a little longer, okay? I love you."
He let out a sigh of defeat, knowing he lost the battle to see her. He nods as he brings her hand up to his lips, placing a soft kiss to her knuckles. "I love you too, babygirl. I promise to wait for you."
Her cheeks flushed as her heart pounded in her chest. The amount of love she had for this man was beyond the limit of time itself. Just as the amount of love he had for her. Cassandra smiles, softly squeezing his hand before letting go. "Good. I'll see you when I walk the aisle."
Victor nodded reluctantly. The pout was still on his face as she shut the door. He sighed as he walked back to his room. His mind only fixated on seeing her.
Oh how he couldn't wait to see her walk that aisle.
To start their future journey together… As husband and wife.
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Wedding Ceremony
It was now time for Cassandra to walk the aisle. Victor stood at the end of said aisle. The excitement as well as the nerves finally caught up to him. All his thoughts shifted into little doubts; What if she didn’t want this? What if she doesn’t want to marry him all of a sudden? He stared intensely at the large double doors that housed his beloved bride. The only sound he could hear was the sound of his heart beating quickly at that moment
With the heavy beating of his heart it only made it all the more clear that this was happening. This was really happening. The day he never thought he would experience in his entire life. He never thought he would find love at all, much less even consider the thought of marriage. But here he was, at the age of 32; Happily in love and anxiously awaiting to see his bride. His future wife.
Victor just wanted to see her. That's all he wanted more than anything at that moment.. If he could, he would have rushed off to see her himself but he knew very well it wouldn't be wise to do that. Especially after he told her that he would wait.
The sound of his heartbeat started to quicken as the music started playing, initiating the start of the ceremony. Those doors finally opened as the bridesmaids and groomsmen walked in pairs just as they had practiced countless times before.
Shortly after it was time for the bride, everyone stood up just as she stood at the entrance. Cassie swallowed as she felt the nerves well up within her with all eyes on her. However as her eyes landed on Victor, every nerve slowly melted away replacing the nervous look with a happy smile.
Victor stared in shock at first, she looked absolutely stunning, his eyes lit up with love and a soft smile appeared on his face, all his nerves and doubts he was feeling previously washed away just by staring at her.
At that moment, as their eyes locked from across the room. It was as if nobody was in the room with them. Just the two of them in their own world. Cassandra snapped out of it as her best friend Gavin stood beside her, looking at her with a soft smile, “Are you ready?” He held out his arm for her to take.
Due to Cassandra’s parents not being able to be there for her special day, Cassandra had asked Gavin to walk her down the aisle in place of her father long before the day had come. Cassie looked at him as she took hold of his arm, taking a deep breath, nodding with a smile, “Ready as I’ll ever be.”
With that, the two began walking. With every step of the way Cassandra’s heart only continued to pound in time with the click of her heels on the marble floor. However, keeping her eyes on her soon to be husband, she felt more at ease. When they finally reached the end of the aisle, Gavin gently kissed her forehead and gave her a small hug before handing her off to Victor, before moving to sit down.
Victor smiled as he took hold of both of her hands, gently rubbing over knuckles which made her feel more at ease. Looking into his eyes she could see how happy he was. And she was just as happy to see him at that moment.
The officiant began, “Thank you, please be seated. Today we gather to lift Victor and Cassandra up in celebration of ever-lasting love. In the presence of their beloved family and friends, Victor and Cassandra will pronounce their love through this ceremony and begin a lifelong journey together.”
“With this in mind, it is time to declare yourselves to one another.” The officiant turned to Victor to start,
“Victor, do you take Cassandra to be your lawfully wedded wife from this day forward; through whatever challenges and triumphs life brings you; will you love her, honor her, and cherish her, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, for as long as you shall live?”
Without hesitation, staring deeply into her crystal blue eyes, Victor answered truthfully and earnestly, a soft smile on his face “I do.”
“And Cassandra, do you take Victor to be your lawfully wedded husband from this day forward; through whatever challenges and triumphs life brings you; will you love him , honor him, and cherish him, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, for as long as you shall live?”
Cassandra smiled as she stared lovingly into his eyes, answering honestly “I do.”
“Now it’s time for the vows. Victor, you may start.” The officiant nodded to Victor.
Victor took a small deep breath as he started reciting his vows, his eyes never leaving hers, “Cassandra, I knew from the very moment I laid eyes on you that you were my forever. I have never been more determined to make you mine. And from this day forward my heart is and will always be entirely yours. I promise to love you unconditionally, to care for you, to go on any and all adventures with you, to pick you up if you are down, to provide you with happiness, and to give you my all when you need it most. You, my sweet and loving Cassandra.. Are my everything. My best friend, my sunshine in the darkest of days, my whole world, my whole universe. No matter what I will always know that when challenges arise we will always find our way back to one another. I will love you until time ceases to exist. This is my promise to you.”
His voice never wavered, however tears appeared in his eyes, his emotions getting the best of him as he spoke of his love for the woman who stood before him.
Cassandra had tears in her eyes after just listening to his words, her heart pounding within her chest as she herself had to mentally prepare herself, knowing very well that she will break down while speaking her vows. She took a deep breath as she started,
“Victor, I used to think that we met by chance but now I know without a doubt that the universe put you in front of me because we were meant to spend the rest of our lives together. You have filled my life with so much joy and love and have given me a sense of peace and safety that I have never known before. You are my best friend, my biggest supporter, my heart, my whole world, my everything.” She shakily spoke, unable to stop the tears from falling.
“And although today marks the start to the rest of our lives, I know it will not be enough time with you. I will never take our time together for granted. And because words will not be enough, I promise to show you, for the rest of my life, how much I love you. I promise to make you laugh and smile when you are having a bad day. I promise to hold your hand through the good times and through the bad times. I promise to be loyal and faithful and to put you before all else. For the rest of my life, I will always love you until time ceases to exist.” Tears slid down her face.
He briefly wiped away at her cheeks, the smile on his face never leaving as a tear rolled down his own cheek.
“The rings please.” The officiant spoke as the ring bearers brought up the rings for them to take. Once that was done the officiant spoke up, looking towards Victor. “Now repeat after me; With this ring, I bind my life to yours. It is a symbol of my eternal love, my everlasting friendship, and my promise to love and cherish you for as long as you let me.”
“With this ring, I bind my life to yours. It is a symbol of my eternal love, my everlasting friendship, and my promise to love and cherish you for as long as you let me.” He spoke with tenderness as he slid the silver band on her left ring finger. The band shimmering brightly as the sun’s rays hit it.
Shortly after, Cassandra repeated the same words, equally as tender as she slid the matching silver band on his left ring finger. “With this ring, I bind my life to yours. It is a symbol of my eternal love, my everlasting friendship, and my promise to love and cherish you for as long as you let me.”
By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The officiant announced. Victor did not have to be told twice. He took her into his arms, both smiling as their lips finally met in a loving kiss. The tears finally slipped down their faces as cheers and claps erupted around the newly wedded couple as they kissed.
When they finally pulled away, both of them looked into each other’s eyes, resting their foreheads against each other.
“I love you so much, my beautiful wife.” Victor softly whispered to her, wiping at her tears.
“I love you too, my handsome husband.” Cassandra giggled, as she wiped at his tears as well.
The two did eventually pull away as they linked arms, they then walked down the aisle together, happy and so in love. ‘Finally’ Victor thought to himself. They were together. Two hearts united as one. With a bright future ahead of them. Not just as two individuals. But…
As husband and wife.
Till the end of time. ♡
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ASOIAF: Calendar Thoughts
I received my 2024 A Song Of Ice And Fire Calendar yesterday. The illustrations are by Justin Sweet. I’m not an artist, I don’t know the technical details of different art styles but when I look at Sweet’s illustrations, the words “moody” and “atmospheric” come to mind.
The back cover states “Here we see the faces of those who have molded the kingdom and a people, as we travel from Westeros’s history from the ancient past to the present day. From the days of legend through the tumultuous reign of the Targaryens and into the years following Robert’s Rebellion, key figures have influenced or altered the course of Westerosi history, whether knowingly or not”.
I love that we get portrayals of various periods of Westerosi history and not just the common portrayals of the following eras: The Conquest, the Dance of the Dragons, Robert’s Rebellion, and the War of the Five Kings. Westeros along with Essos and Sothorys has a vast history of lore – let the artists unleash it!
The illustrations are gorgeous, with most focusing of the mystical side of Westerosi history.
The cover, and May’s image is Lyanna Stark walking beneath a weirwood with Rhaegar Targaryen observing (stalking?) her in the background. When the cover image for the calendar was released, there was speculation was the couple could be Lyanna/Rhaegar or Aemond Targaryen/Alys Rivers. The blue roses in the image clearly marks it as Lyanna/Rhaegar. The shrouded Rhaegar in the background makes his motivations unclear – is he a lovestruck suitor or an obsessed stalker? Is this when Lyanna was kidnapped/ran away?
Lyanna & Rhaegar’s impact of history is obvious – their relationship, consensual or otherwise, led to the overthrow of the Targaryen dynasty and established Robert Baratheon as the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. Their son, Jon Snow, is the child of “fire and ice” which will hopefully amount to more in the books than it did in the show.
January’s image is Coldhands. It has all the standard Coldhands identification marks: hood obscuring the face, raggedy night’s watch attire. Black hands, ravens, decaying moose.
What is Coldhand’s impact on history? Hard to say since his identity is unknown. Is he one of the Last Hero’s companions? The Last Hero himself? The former Night King? One of the million Brandon Starks? Danny Flint? A member of the Raven’s teeth that accompanied Bloodraven to the Wall? Benjen Stark? None of the above? All of the above? Until we learn his true identity, his actual impact on history is unknown.
The last greenseer/the three-eyed crow-raven/Bloodraven is February’s image. It features an ancient, skeletal Brynden Rivers entwined in the tree in the underground cave with one of the Children of the Forest sitting alongside him.
Brynden “Bloodraven” Rivers’s had a huge impact on Westerosi public. He was one of Aegon IV’s “Great Bastards”, responsible for the defeat of multiple Blackfyre rebellions and Hand of the King to multiple rulers. During Aerys I’s reign, he essentially ran the country. He also became the Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch. Those are facts known to the Westerosi public. He is now mentoring Bran to become a greenseer. Throw in all the fandom theories – was he pruning the Targaryen bloodline to ensure the “Prince That Was Promised” was born? Did he have a hand in Summerhall? Is he Craster’s father? Is he Melisandre’s father? Did he attempt to open Euron’s third eye? Did that cause/worsen Euron’s insanity? Did he send the Direwolves to the Stark children? Did he send the weirwood dream to Jaime? We have one of the most impactful yet mysterious characters in the series – is he good, bad, a bit of both?
March’s image brings us the Drowned God and his Mermaid wife: “For a thousand years and seven he reigned here, Aeron recalled. He took his mermaid wife and planned his wars against the Storm God.” Not much to say here except that I enjoy the Ironborn lore. The belief in the Storm God had to be more wide-spread thousands of years ago, as the Storm Gods are involved in the Storm’s End and yet he’s warring with the Drowned God clear across the continent of Westeros. Does the Storm God and Drowned God count as “Old Gods” of the North or not? If they don’t, are the Old Gods of the North considered older?
Shiera Seastar is April’s image. Shiera’s image is of her stepping into a pool of blood. A basic image that is spiced up by the pool of blood as a reference to the rumor that Shiera bathed in blood. The only known impact of Shiera is being one of Aegon Iv’s Great Bastards and worsening a rivalry between Bloodraven and Bittersteel. She was Bloodraven’s lover but was she involved in his plans? We don’t know.
June is Aerys “The Mad King” Targaryen on his throne, haunted by ghosts. Rhaegar may have started the fire that led to the overthrow of the Targaryen dynasty, but Aerys drenched it in wildfire to ensure the destruction would be permanent. His impact on the story is felt in the modern day by Viserys, Daenerys, and Jaime.
The two-page spread is of Rhaenys riding Meraxes. Rhaeny’s clothing looks like Dany’s Dothraki outfits. I assumed it was Dany until I read the caption. Rhaenys was one of the Targaryens involved in the Conquest of Westeros and died during the First Dornish War. The true impact of Rhaenys becomes clearer if the theories of Aegon the Conqueror’s sterility are true because if would mean all the succeeding Targaryen generations would be descended from Rhaenys, and only Rhaenys.
July is Bael the Bard performing for “Lord Stark” and his daughter. The timeline is unclear for Bael the Bard. It couldn’t have happened post-Conquest but if took place pre-Conquest it should be “King Stark”. If it even happened, it could simply be a popular tale. If the Bael the Bard is an actual figure, then he fathered a future Lord/King Stark and thus the Starks have Wilding blood ties. The Bael the Bard story is also a nod to Rhaegar and Lyanna. The one nitpick I have with this image is Bael’s clothes resemble an outfit from the Renaissance era and I can’t see a wilding from beyond the Wall wearing those type of clothes. Or Northmen in general.
Daenerys sitting by Drogon is August’s image. Daenerys is one of the main characters of the ASOIAF. She became the Mother of Dragon and the Breaker of Chains. I don’t think she will succeed in restoring the Targaryen dynasty but we’ll see.
Sandor Clegane, standing on a pile of corpses with his helm’s hound, is September’s image. Odd choice for a “figures impacting history” calendar. He’s a fan favorite but what has he done that’s impacted Westerosi history? Killed a child? Fled from battle? Attempted to ransom another child? Became the Grave Digger? The closest Sandor has come to impacting history would be the various times he’s saved Loras, Arya, and Sansa but as those three haven’t had much “historical impact” it’s a stretch to consider Sandor a history maker.
October’s image is the Last Hero battling the Others and their Ice Spiders. The Last Hero has a huge impact of the history of the Long Night but another individual we know nothing about? Was he Azor Ahai or one of the other named characters from Essos that battled the Long Night? Was he a Stark or a commander of the Night’s Watch? Or possibly Coldhands or the first Night King?
Melisandre atop the Wall is November’s image. A member of the Night’s Watch, most likely Jon Snow, is in the background. Mel’s impact in the current story is the murders of Renly Baratheon and Courtney Penrse. She might have a role in Jon Snow’s resurrection. The reveal of Melisandre’s true age leaves a wide range of possibilities for events from her past. What exactly has Melony of Lot 7 seen throughout her life?
December’s image is of a Wilding and a pair of Giants riding Wooly Mammoths beyond the Wall. The Wildings/Free Folk have an impact on the present day story (Mance, Ygritte, Tormund, Craster, etc) and are seen throughout the history of Westoros, fighting both with and against the Starks.
#asoiaf#game of thrones#House Stark#House Targaryen#Rhaegar Targaryen#Lyanna Stark#Coldhands#Brynden Rivers#Bloodraven#Three Eyed Crow#Three Eyed Raven#Drowned God#Storm Gods#Ironborn#Old Gods#Mermaid wife#Shiera Seastar#Aerys Targaryen#Aerys the Mad King#Rhaenys Targaryen#Meraxes#Bael the Bard#Daenerys Targaryen#Drogon#Sandor Clegane#Last Hero#The Others#Ice Spiders#Melisandre#Jon Snow
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26 Reasons why Qrow is not Ruby’s father and why Taiyang is Ruby’s father
In response to the toxic aspect of the fandom attacking CRWBY and demanding that their desires for Qrow be chosen over canon, or how they feel their theory is more valid than the show itself?
I have researched RWBY to make this 26-point Discussion as to why Canon is valid, and fancanon is not when it comes to Qrow Branwen, Ruby Rose, Taiyang Xiao Long, and Summer Rose.
1. “Monty said NO”
Most obviously. Monty Oum.
He said in this tweet that ruby and yang are half-sisters…half-sisters, which means they share the same mom or dad…in this case Taiyang….
https://twitter.com/montyoum/status/492070189731565568
Now people have claimed “he obviously meant step-sisters or cousins”
Why is it that every time we show the English dictionary to you people or ask you to read it, that you claim you are being attacked or that you claim Monty was misleading us?
2. The writers said NO
Miles Luna debunked this theory on Reddit…
He pointed out that Ruby sees Qrow as a Role model, so she adapts her colors to be similar to his.
And you don’t need somebody to be blood to be your role model.
https://www.reddit.com/r/RWBY/comments/7x3w4s/crwby_ama_w_miles_luna_kerry_shawcross_and_paula/du5d67g/?
3. “Rooster Teeth said NO”
Rooster Teeth even said that Qrow is "Ruby and Yang's Uncle"
They also said “Ladies, he’s not your man”
https://twitter.com/RoosterTeeth/status/1067205612331782144
4. “But what if Summer had feelings for Qrow? Why does Qrow Serve Ozpin?”
Qrow said in Volume 6 " No one wanted me... I was cursed... I gave my life to you because you gave me a place in this world... I thought I was finally doing some good... "
So he was saying he wasn't wanted, so no relationship with Summer.
SUMMER DID NOT WANT HIM.
And he was literally saying he served Ozpin because Ozpin gave him purpose.
It’s pretty sad how people think Qrow can only be a complex character if he obsesses over another person’s wife and child.
What , you wanna make him Severus Snape, the Lilly Potter stalker who insulted a girl’s face and tried to poison a boy’s pet and publicly outed a teacher?
https://rwby.fandom.com/wiki/Qrow_Branwen/Quotes#So_That.27s_How_It_Is
5, "But Qrow could be lying"
Except in volume 6 Qrow literally said "Don't lie...we're better than that"
And in volume 7?
" Long time ago. I just found working alone tends to be for the best "
" Gotta say, I’m still not really used to working with other Huntsmen in the field. "
And finally World Of Remnant on Patch.
" Nice place to raise a family, if you're into that sort of thing. "
https://rwby.fandom.com/wiki/Qrow_Branwen/Quotes#So_That.27s_How_It_Is
6. “Qrow fans claim that Ruby and Summer form a core part of Qrow’s character and backstory.”
WRONG!
The main accusation for demanding Rooster Teeth / CRWBY change the backstory for Qrow would accomplish nothing.
Raven already pushed Yang onto Taiyang to raise on his own.
Qrow forcing Tai to Raise Ruby alongside Yang while Qrow could regularly visit, and while Summer lived with Taiyang, Yang, and Ruby?
It would cheapen Qrow’s character….blood isn’t everything. Neither are cliches.
7. “But what if Qrow gave Ruby to Tai to raise after Summer’s death?”
Volume Chapter 6, Burning the Candle.
Yang tells Blake that she (yang) and Ruby were raised together by Summer and Taiyang…not by Taiyang on his own, but by Summer and Taiyang.
Yang clearly had memories of being raised by Summer and Tai both, which meant that Summer and Taiyang lived together raising Ruby and Yang for Several Years.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yZkN-53h5Os
8. “Does Taiyang care about Summer or Ruby?”
Taiyang was noted to have shut down when Summer didn’t come back….
Yang noted this in Volume 2 Chapter 6, and Ruby mentioned in the first episode of Volume 3 that Taiyang missed Summer.
Qrow also said that Ruby is Taiyang’s “Special Angel”….
Ruby has also pointed out numerous times that Taiyang is Overprotective of Ruby.
In fact, Ruby's conversation with Penny about overprotective fathers.
9. “Qrow knows Taiyang is Ruby’s Father. Taiyang knows Ruby is Taiyang’s daughter.
Qrow has referred to Taiyang as Ruby’s father during volume 3 and 7.
Taiyang referred to Ruby as his daughter in volume 3.
10. “Why didn’t Taiyang train Ruby in Martial Arts?”
Taiyang is a martial arts fighter.
Ruby has neither the build nor the personality for ruthless hand to hand combat like her sister…
Taiyang would trust Qrow, despite his semblance.
Remember how bad Ruby was in v5?
11. “Qrow’s semblance is not what his fans exaggerate it to be”
Speaking of Qrow’s semblance? He was playing video games with his nieces,
taught at Signal Academy,
and could train Ruby…
Clearly, his semblance is not what theorists make it out to be.
12. “Why doesn’t Qrow treat Yang the same way he treats Ruby?”
Yang is the daughter of Qrow’s sister,who abandoned the team.
During a one on one interaction between Qrow and Yang after yang vs mercury, Qrow called his own niece crazy, after she had been framed.
Qrow was not empathetic to Yang.
Qrow may not like Yang’s resemblance to Raven.
Ruby is the daughter of his two closest friends, so of course he’d prefer Ruby over Yang.
13. “Examples of Taiyang caring for Ruby.”
Volume 2 Ruby was excited when Taiyang sent a package in the mail, not even knowing it was Zwei.
Taiyang was at Ruby’s bedside in V3, and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
He also tried to bring her breakfast in bed.
Taiyang said he wanted to chase after Ruby, but had to nurse Yang back to health.
During the V8 broadcast, Taiyang was upset when the broadcast was cut.
14. “Genetics research”
Black hair is the subtype of the pigment for blonde hair…
Also, Ruby’s got the same hair strand that Yang and Taiyang have.
Finally, black hair is more dominant.
So Ruby doesn’t need blonde hair to be Taiyang’s kid.
https://askinglot.com/is-black-hair-a-dominant-or-recessive-gene
https://www.quora.com/If-a-jet-black-haired-parent-and-a-blonde-parent-have-children-what-color-hair-would-the-children-likely-have
15. “The STRQ Photo”
The photo....Qrow was with STRQ for four years...do you really think Qrow is not allowed to cry on the photo unless he was romantically involved?
Can't a man grieve over the death of a female friend that he was NOT in a relationship with?
Or are men not allowed to have female friends?
Ichigo and Rukia from Bleach for example...friendship.
They were his friends, his family. People seem obsessed with the idea that Qrow cannot care about a woman unless he was romantically involved or unless he's their bastard father.
16. “Men and Women…as friends, platonic”
Harry Potter as a book showed that a boy and a girl can interact and still be friends…
Why can’t Qrow be Summer’s friend?
Why does he have to be her lover?
We’ve seen Qrow talk about Innkeeper’s skirt lengths and leer at Barmaids who flirted with him.
Also, he’s shown to be bonding with both Clover and Robyn.
People act like he doesn't flirt with anyone , and yet he does.
17. “Bad Luck Charm”
Qrow has spent his whole life with his semblance, named after a Crow.
Raised by the Branwen bandit tribe.
“You and I are not the same, you don’t want the burden of my name”
Both Branwen and Qrow are names that Qrow hates due to his semblance and past…
People may think of him as cool, but Qrow suffers from self-loathing.
So NO, the Bad Luck Charm song does NOT in fact allude to Qrow being Ruby’s father, but that Qrow hates himself, hence a major part of why he’s alcoholic.
Proof of which is his volume 6 exchange with Ozpin about being useful, which Qrow disagrees with, leading him to drink further.
Yang literally said that she had never seen qrow so drunk before in v6.
And Ruby encourages his self-worth leading him to try giving up alcohol….
His alcoholism is tied to low-self-esteem, not relationships.
18. Manga Anthology
Taiyang was shown in the Manga Anthology to have shut down upon Summer’s Death.
That impacted his relationship with Ruby and Yang.
Qrow? Is relatively unaffected.
The good Uncle helping around the house.
Taiyang haters and Qrow stans took this to demand that Qrow is entitled to Ruby, despite Taiyang recovering and doing his best to be a father.
Anything Qrow does is worshipped like Mother Teresa, while anything Taiyang does, good or bad, is downplayed and smashed.
Taiyang loved Summer so much he was devastated by her death.
Qrow was unaffected.
Think about that.
19. “I like Brats”
Why does Qrow spend time with kids he’s not related to?
Because he likes kids.
You know how there are adults who enjoy being around brats?
That’s Qrow.
He didn’t have romantic feelings for Summer, he liked being around her because she was like a kid.
Similar to how Blake likes Ruby’s idealism? And trusts her leadership?
20. “Taiyang the 2-timer accusation”
A woman on youtube claimed that Taiyang was a 2-timer who cheated on raven with summer, as there was, in her and her friends’ minds, “no way that taiyang could be with half his team”
When asked about TaiQrow as a joke, she was angered that people even ship TaiQrow.
But let me ask you this.
Are you the same person you are now that you were 10 years ago?
People claim that Qrow was somehow cool in beacon…because he’s cool now.
But Taiyang, who raises two kids, and holds a job and a house…cannot be ruby’s father…because he’s not cool? And that somehow he was never cool?
I’m sorry, I didn’t know you had to be cool to be a parent.
I also had no idea people were only allowed to be in one relationship per lifetime.
Raven freaking abandoned Tai for the tribe.
Summer chose Taiyang over Qrow.
People literally make Qrow out to be either an OC in a shipping fanfic, or a Naruto fanfic where Naruto is written to be fawned over by a girl whose canonical spouse, boyfriend, or male friend is somehow rewritten as evil.
1 year…..in 1 year since Raven abandoned Taiyang and Yang, Summer Rose the friend of Taiyang’s who he had known for 4 years, became more than a friend.
So no….Taiyang is not a two-timer…he moved on from Raven.
22. “Why can’t Taiyang talk about Summer?”
To WHO?
He’s barely got 15 minutes of screentime, and the writers did NOT do him any favors when they had Qrow demand he leave so Qrow could tell Ruby a secret Ozpin trusted him with, before telling Ruby to run away from home leaving only a freaking note.
Terrible daughter. Even Yang was prepared to do the same! To a man whose first wife abandoned him!
At least Weiss has a legit reason for acting as she does against Jacques, several at least.
Ruby? No.
Now why would Taiyang talk about Summer’s fighting style to Yang when trying to get her to stop acting like Raven in her fighting style and semblance?
Sure if there was more time…but RT at the end of the day isn’t some money-hungry political entity, it’s a startup at the end of the day, they don’t have the ability to do a full anime episode.
Also, Taiyang cannot go out on these active missions…he was a schoolteacher who did not do missions until only recently…he was retired, remember.
23. “These fanworks make more sense to me”
Qrow fans have tried using fanworks to justify their theory or ship, the same way Blacksun fans or Adam apologists make similar claims, and even Raven fans try to claim Raven is somehow a good mother.
What do these fanworks do?
Hate on Taiyang.
Dismiss Ruby and Yang being half-blood siblings.
Ignore multiple elements of the show or scenes.
Occasionally shit-talk the writers.
Every time somebody tries to make a “rwby rewrite” or “rwby alt” or “Qrow is ruby’s father au” they cannot do it without completely rewriting the characters in so many forms and even the show, till Qrow, Raven, Taiyang, and Summer are NOTHING like they are in the show…And ONLY how a shipper wants qrow to be.
Or rewriting qrow to be nothing like he is in the show.
Most Alt or Rewrite consists of making Taiyang abusive, a cheater, or refusing to allow him to interact with Summer, while regularly pushing qrowxsummer at each other.
So no…it’s not that it makes sense to them through some fanart….a headcanon that has been debunked is no longer headcanon. A theory that is shut down is no longer a theory.
There’s a reason anti-vaxxers and flat-earthers still exist.
Because to them, their theories make more sense than reality.
Which is why people still believe Qrow is Ruby’s father the same way people believe vaccines cause autism.
Neither are true, and no amount of facts will shut them down, but they’re both popular theories.
24. “Qrow Rings and Cross”
People claim that Qrow was married to Summer or that his cross represents him mourning Summer.
Did the STRQ photo, in v3, the same volume as his appearance, not show Qrow with his rings, his cross, and angrily scowling, while Summer was right next to Taiyang?
25. “What about Summer Rose’s choice?”
Remember how I said making Qrow’s character based on solely Ruby and Summer, ignoring everything regarding the tribe and ozpin giving him hope, and the grimm reaper…was bad writing?
There’s a reason people hated v5. Raven was proven to be the deadbeat, Qrow was shown to have friends, and that Taiyang knew about Salem, and of course it was confirmed that Yang and Ruby again were sisters by Raven.
Now how about Summer?
Team leader….took a man and a daughter who were abandoned by her friend…and made them her own.
Yang calls Summer Rose “Supermom” and “Her Hero”…was literally willing to storm a bandit camp so Raven could use her portal to take Yang to Qrow, so she could get to Ruby.
And yeah, I know the RWBY critics scream “why didn’t Yang just look for Ruby in Mistral?”
It’s a bloody kingdom, and Yang was pursuing a lead, that Tai had given her, and Qrow told Yang he’d look after her sister.
Remember that? Oh wait, RWBY Critics forget, my bad.
Anyway, she’s more of a sister to Qrow than his blood sister Raven, she’s more of a mother to Yang than Raven, and she’s more of a spouse to Tai than Raven.
Good Stepmother.
Non-married couple.
Relationship built on trust.
Blood is not the same as family. (Example Weiss’s remark to her father) (Or Dom Toretto)
So making Summer into a throw-away character who dies so that a brooding jerk of an alcoholic can claim character development?
Making a woman nothing except a throw-away for a man to get development is BAD WRITING.
For God’s Sakes, even Pyrrha was written better than that!
She interacted with team rwby, nora was always helping her out, and so was Ren (though those shakes are a crime against humanity”
But when Qrow fans try to demand he’s ruby’s father?
Their fanworks make Summer as much of a flat character as Preston Harvey from Fallout 4, where they make Summer unable to do anything but be obsessed with Qrow and having his child, similar to how Preston cannot think of anything other than “Another settlement needs your help, I’ll mark it on your pip-boy”
26. Finally, the accusations that CRWBY are lying.
“You have to be ****** if you believe CRWBY when they say Qrow isn’t Ruby’s father”
“CRWBY is lying, it’s what writers do”
“It’s okay for writers to lie, it’s good for plot”
“I’d prefer it if CRWBY was lying to us”
“Monty is dead, the writers should change it now”
“Monty is dead, nothing else in the writing matters”
“Monty was hiding the truth from us”
“CRWBY is hiding the truth about Qrow being Ruby’s father”
“It makes sense for CRWBY to lie to us”
Look at this…Twitter, Youtube, Facebook, Tumblr, Reddit, instagram….
The first quote? Was a woman who was using an anti-autism anti-disability slur defending the theory.
Never have I ever seen people so obsessed with a theory that they would deny reality and be rude to the very writers and original creator.
But the QrowxSummer and Qrow is Ruby’s Father fandom group has made countless cases of this.
THIS is how they defend their theory? And people upvote, like and support these remarks?
SHAME SHAME SHAME
Conclusion:
I get how people desire qrow to be Ruby’s father for ships or fanfics.
Even to where they make Taiyang a hated character just for the sake of making sure nobody disagrees with them.
But the attacking of RWBY and CRWBY, claiming that “this needs to be fixed”, or getting angry at RT for not giving you the non-canon ship you want?
Claiming that just because you want it to be so, that somehow your ship/theory has “validity?”
That reflects poorly on the fandom and critics.
But then again….
It’s easy to ignore what’s real and what’s a fact that when theorists and ship-pushers and CRWBY Haters on youtube tells you to stop listening to monty and the writers, and instead believe whatever you want and claim whatever you want,
Because surely you know what’s better for the show than the people who worked on it, right?
Ha ha ha, no.
THAT is the ULTIMATE disrespect somebody calling themselves a fan could ever give.
And if you think or agree with that type of logic, you should look in the mirror.
I looked for backup sources to defend CRWBY and RWBY, you’ll find them below.
Backup sources include:
https://aminoapps.com/c/rwby/page/blog/qrow-is-not-rubys-dad/422o_0rbCYuoXj36VoB7obK3MXPZRbPKkz5
https://aminoapps.com/c/rwby/page/blog/why-the-qrow-is-rubys-father-theory-is-wrong/z668_nQlIxu0dmRdRpEPxqE3qlWlZEmoE2
https://aminoapps.com/c/rwby/page/blog/qrow-cant-possibly-be-rubys-and-heres-why/8BB5_LPVCmu2bonkw8eEP3Yokg8m8zJlgNV
https://aminoapps.com/c/rwby/page/blog/why-qrow-isnt-rubys-father/lXXx_5QoUQuPVGo3Wgko3wJ52mMBl7644P
https://aminoapps.com/c/rwby/page/blog/is-qrow-rubys-father-short-answer-no/422o_0rbCYupDKezxPxpdje7dRn3nB8YvZ
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KPbft3KJd6o
https://aminoapps.com/c/rwby/page/blog/qrow-is-rubys-dad-theory-debunk/d33g_pQEcbu1NKQoMEv0kmDpP6N8bmowkkq
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I’m curious: Do you give a shit about Summer Rose? I don’t. They’ve dragged it out for too long and I question whether the characters truly give a shit about her
I vaguely care about the version of Summer that exists in fandom re-imaginings. Fic, fanart, theories — the community has come up with some versions of Summer that are pretty awesome. The canon? I'm not interested, largely because Summer isn't a character. Eight years in and what do we know about her?
She was a huntress. Tai's wife. "Super mom." Baked good cookies. Had silver eyes (but we don't even know if she understood what they could do/utilized them). Disappeared on a mission. Possibly grimmified. Looks sad one time and happy another in Ruby's memories.
That's it and I'm being really generous here regarding assumptions — she probably learned how to use her eyes — placing importance on tiny details - we hear second-hand she occasionally baked — and taking the theory embedded in a single scene at face value — Ruby thinks she became an experiment so... I guess she did? Summer isn't a person in this narrative. Half of what we know about her is built off of other people — Tai's wife, Raven's "replacement," Ruby and Yang's mother — while the other half is continually couched in speculation. We don't know anything personal about her outside of Yang's one scene reminiscence from six years ago. She's almost entirely a blank slate which, yeah, explains the interest we do see in the fandom. She's essentially RWBY's version of Build a Bear. Like the fighters in this world? Like Ruby's general design? Like the previous generation from this story? Here's a ready-to-go template named "Summer Rose" that you can fill with whatever you'd like, from what her weapon was to her entire personality. I would imagine if we interrogated other fans' interest and stripped away their headcanons, we'd fine that their love for Summer stems primarily from the creative opportunity she offers. People love their version of her, not RT's, because RT hasn't written enough of a character to be invested in.
However, Summer's status as a potential mystery is another point of interest... but again, that was only (very) recently clarified, resulting in fans once again leaning into headcanons. I never thought Summer was missing — to me, the show did no work to imply that she was potentially out there, or even that Yang, Ruby, Qrow, and Tai hoped she might be out there — but many fans assumed that and ran hard with it. Summer is the super mysterious, badass mom who got caught up in Ozpin's manipulations and was the one who warned Raven about the war, only to disappear under horrific circumstances, but she'll return by the series' end to continue the fight with her daughter... cool story, it's just not RWBY's story. It's only in Volume 7 that we confirmed no one in the family knows what actually happened to Summer, or even if Ozpin has any additional information about her disappearance. It's only in Volume 8 that we introduce this idea of Summer being a victim of Salem's experimentation. Up until the current arc, Summer was never treated as missing, just dead. Even now we have no idea if she's out there as a grimm somewhere, or if we're meant to assume she died post-experimentation somehow. More importantly, we're given no indication what the characters think. Does Ruby believe her mom is under Salem's control right now? Does Yang? Do they want to attack Salem head on with the hope of finding their mother? Do they hope there's a way to strip her of the grimm parts, similar to how Ruby briefly released the faunus man? No idea. There's no emotional or intellectual work done in that scene, just a speech about how Summer took a risk, that makes her a hero, so Ruby is a hero too. That's the only takeaway. Summer's newly introduced, tragic backstory, so far, only exists to forward the show's thesis that Ruby remains above criticism, regardless of her mistakes. As much as I'm happy we finally got a sisterly moment between the girls again, at the end of the day it's no different from May's 'You can't do anything, so never-mind my former insistence that you pick somewhere to help' or Qrow's 'You're not like Ozpin, despite making Ozpin's exact choices.' The biggest revelation we've had about Summer is, within moments, no longer about Summer. It's not even about the girls' changing relationship with their mom/the memory of their mom. It's about how Ruby will always be Yang's hero.
Going off of that, as you say, anon, the characters don't act like they care about figuring out what happened to her. Ruby waits until she's 17 to ask her uncle what happened to her mom, the guy she's had access to her entire life. Qrow, apparently, never asked Ozpin if he knew anything about Summer's disappearance, despite being close friends with him for years and never showing any hesitance about speaking up for what he's passionate about. Yang's big flashback moment is going off to find her birth mom, not Summer, and then she proceeds to not mention her until she randomly throws that disappearance back in Salem's face in, again, the most recent volume. Keep in mind, this happens before Ruby reveals her grimmified theory to Yang. So... why is she blaming Salem for Summer's disappearance/death? I mean yeah, of course Salem is the villain generally speaking, but her orchestrations actively got Pyrrha killed. They got Penny killed. They are, as the characters speak, killing the civilians via cold and the soldiers via grimm. She was just torturing Oscar. Out of everything Salem has done, why is Yang focused on Summer when, far as we last heard, the family thought she just died on a mission? Because Salem confirmed in Ironwood's office that she, at some point during Summer's entire life, met her? That's... not a lot to go on and Yang's leap in logic is never explored. It's all so badly written and, worse, it feeds into the show's other problems. Maybe if they hadn't ignored Ozpin for two straight volumes, they could have asked some super basic questions like, "Did you send my mom on a mission against Salem and is that how she died?" or "Did my mom know how to use her silver eyes and did that make her a target like Maria?" Ozpin's supposed manipulations, the danger SEWs are in, and the general danger of being a huntress are all smashed together into one confusing, theory knot and the characters do nothing to try and untangle it. The story pushes Ruby as the strategic leader who saves the day based on love — a characterization I am 100% here for — yet the story likewise makes her dumb by having her never ask for the most basic info and her love likewise only extends to what the plot currently needs: can't ask about mom, can't worry about a missing Qrow, can't look for Maria and Pietro, can't consider forgiving Ironwood even though we're laughing with Emerald, etc. The story clearly wants us to care about Summer, but it hasn't done the work to establish her as a character and the other characters' investment in her is... very shaky at best.
You know, I've watched the first two episodes of High Guardian Spice. That show is a trip. It's ridiculous. It's bad. BUT one of the few things it's done right so far is introduce the very basic characterization, "Protagonist's mother went missing on some dangerous quest and she's invested in finding out what happened to her." RWBY hasn't even done that much work, so what's there to care about? Just the potential of Summer.
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Jaime Lannister – A theory on his ending in the books
So, as you can probably tell from my blog, I’m not quite yet over the ending of Game of Thrones, which I binged watched and finished about a month and a half ago now.
The main issue is the ending, or the last 3 episodes to be more precise, where so many things didn’t make a whole lot of sense. The main one being, for me, how the story ended for Jaime Lannister.
So, whilst writing all my super long character analysis for Jaime is definitely helping, (I’m about half way through the next one), I’ve also been reading about possible ways his story could go, and how it might end in the books.
And today I came across a theory I really, really like. It’s become my new headcanon for what will happen in the books and I’ve added a mix of other theories I’ve read to it as well.
Now, show and book spoilers beneath the cut.
First off, I’d like to say I haven’t yet read the books, so this post is based on the show and what I’ve read happens in the books. None of these theories are my own, but I’ve combined them all together in a way that actually makes a lot of sense to me. So until the books prove me wrong – or I come across an even better theory, this is my new headcanon.
(I don’t have any links as they’re random posts/comments etc I’ve found on the net on my phone, but I’m not claiming these ideas as my own, just putting it all together, so I hope the lack of links to source is ok.)
So without any further preamble, the theory is that Jaime and Tyrion’s story arcs and endgame in the book were reversed in the show. This would mean that the main plot points the writer, George R.R. Martin (GRRM) told the screenwriters (D&D), were swapped around between the two characters.
That would mean that it would be Jaime who became the hand of the King, not Tyrion, and Jaime who put forward the idea of the Bran becoming King.
And I love this theory, because it would be such a fitting end for Jaime. And below I will explain why.
Firstly, the idea of Jaime becoming the Hand of the King for Bran is a wonderful final step in his character arc – he’s gone from throwing this kid out of a tower to try and kill him, to serving as his main advisor, trusted with the power and command of the King. Jaime and Bran’s character arcs are already connected, much more than Tyrion’s ever was, and for the similar reason why Bran gave it to Tyrion, he could give it to Jaime – in fact it makes more sense!
And rather than a redemptodeath for Jaime, he doesn’t have to die, and can instead have a fulfilling life, continually making up for past wrongs as the Hand, and with the real love of his life, Brienne. She could still be Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, as per the show, but married to Jaime (they’d change that outdated celibacy/non marriage rule easily enough), giving her a much more satisfying ending. And why does Jaime have to die? He’s atoned for his past wrongs, lost that darn hand that (symbolically in the show), did push Bran out the window, and it doesn’t serve any other higher story telling purpose… And by becoming the Hand of the King, after he lost the hand that hurt said King, is even more symbolic.
I know Jaime has refused to be Hand before, but that was old Jaime. And if we assume Jaime continues on his road to self-betterment, then he can continue to learn and improve the skills that would make a good Hand. He’s becoming more honourable, but has seen enough of the world to know sometimes there’s a conflicting choice (unlike Ned in series one). He’s been learning to rely on his own wits and brains much more since he can’t now just fight his way out of everything – and is proving pretty smart. He is proving to be a good commander of the army and has been a Lord Commander for the Kingsguard. And has enough Lannister cunning, but with actual mercy and honour, to make it work. A stark King with a Lannister Hand!
Imagine, ending the very first episode of the show with Jaime pushing Bran out that window, to ending with Jaime by his side, advising (and also of course) protecting him. How good is a full circle/reflection piece for Jaime as that!
And in a similar vein, Jaime can be the one to put forward to the council of Lords (I assume something similar happens in the books, but much better written), that Bran should be King. That being the all-knowing Three Eyed Raven means he’s a good match. And surely the other Lords would more likely listen to Jaime – who is a good commander – than Tyrion, who hasn’t really won over many of the Lords in Westeros. After all, he was sentenced to death for killing a King (they don’t know it was a set up), and also killed his father and escaped. He’s been in a foreign land serving a foreign (to them anyway) ruler who has just sacked their Capitol city. Doesn’t it just make so much more sense that they’d listen to an alive Jaime? Yes he killed the King too, but he also did a lot of other good stuff as per his redemption arc etc.
Anyway, I just think it makes more sense – and then the Kingslayer Jaime, becomes the Kingmaker Jaime – again another wonderful full circle arc for him.
So, from a storytelling theme, symbolism and arc perspective, I think it just makes so much sense!
But when you also look at the show itself, in comparison to the books and where the show sort of went wrong, it makes more sense too.
So, just to give a bit of background on it, the theory I read today about Jaime and Tyrion’s role reversal was in a post mainly looking at how Tyrion’s character seems to be going in a very different direction in the books versus the show.
The idea is that book Tyrion is in a much darker place in the books than show Tyrion, and this, in the upcoming books, could continue. This could send book Tyrion down a difficult, morally dark path, which could result in him becoming more of a villain type character, perhaps taking on more and more of his father’s bad traits. This makes sense to me, as Tyrion was most like his father and was certainly cunning. And where the books start to properly deviate from the show, after series four, Tyrion could go either way. He has just killed his father and his lover. And in the books he also falls out with Jaime when Jaime tells him the truth about his first wife (that she wasn’t a whore like Tywin said). Being in this foreign land with all these dark thoughts and deeds haunting him, I can definitely see him turning into more of a bad guy.
So, basically, a completely different story arc for Tyrion.
In terms of his endgame? Well, if he’s swapped with Jaime’s then I guess it means he might die. Maybe after killing Cersei, hence them dying “together.” Or at least be punished such as sent to the Wall or something. I don’t think GRRM said either Lannister brother actually dies in Cersei’s loving arms, so I’m guessing they took some differences in both Jaime’s and Tyrion’s endgame, if the theory is correct.
And I’m tempted to believe it is, because it helps explain Tyrion’s kind of dodgy characterisation in the later series of the show. He just wasn’t really the same after series four, which at the time, I just put down to D&D not being clever enough writers to write a clever character such as Tyrion. But with this theory, it actually makes more sense. Tyrion was such a fan favourite character in the show, the underdog, clever, snarky good guy, I can understand why D&D didn’t want to take him down this other, darker path. In the books, there’s much more time and details and PoVs to make it work, whereas the show would struggle, especially against such a popular fandom character.
It also explains why Jaime never told him the truth about his wife, or they had their big fall out in the show.
And by changing Tyrion’s story arc so much, they didn’t really know what to replace it with (I think we all agree D&D are not the best writers), so his characterisation was not only off in later series, but it meant they took Jaime’s end game and gave it to Tyrion instead. And this further makes sense as they might have thought having just Cersei (a female) the only bad Lannister at the end was too much, especially when one of the other main female characters, Dany, was also going bad. So, they made Jaime “hateful” in the end to better match and even out Cersei, because it was supposed to be Tyrion…
(I do think D&D were also unhealthily obsessed with Cersei and Twincest, so they probably thought it have them an extra good reason.)
And there’s a really good reflection in this between the two brothers – Jaime starts out the villain, but ends up the underdog hero, Tyrion starts out the underdog hero, but ends up the villain.
But, in changing Tyrion’s character, if indeed it does, it then also has a knock on effect for so many other things.
The theory also said that he might negatively influence Dany, when they meet. For example, help to slowly bring out her suppressed mad/dark side, encourage her to take Kings Landing (which the theory points out Tyrion actually ends up hating because of how the people there view him.) So perhaps if Tyrion’s influence is so vengeful in the books, maybe’s Dany’s own turn to madness makes much more sense. And the lack of Tyrion’s negative influence in the show, undermines this. And this could then make Jon’s decision to have to kill her much harder etc.
So, I do think it’s quite possible, looking at Tyrion’s side, that they gave him a very different story arc, and so had to swap it up with Jaime’s endgame.
The show has certainly mixed and matched up characters from the book, so this would help explain why the main beats are still GRRMs, but why they didn’t just work for some of the characters. So not completely made up and ruined, but they just weren’t able to make the pieces fit together properly in their changed version. (And I do think they could have easily done a much better job, so I’m not letting D&D off the hook.)
Now, back to Jaime, because as much as I love all the characters, I’ll be honest, it’s only really Jaime and Brienne who I obsess enough over to properly theorise about.
Why do I think this works so well for Jaime? Well, first off, the whole him dying in Cersei’s arms just does not make any sense at all to me (hence all my super long posts about it). Especially if we take into account how over Cersei show Jaime seems in series 8, until that scene in episode 4. He behaves like he’s completely cut ties with her, fallen out of love with her and has fallen truly in love with someone else instead – Brienne. This is even more obvious in the books, where Jaime actually burns Cersei’s letter where she’s begging for help. And when he looks back on it later, he’s dreading retuning to Kings Landing and facing her. In fact, he thinks that Cersei might well die, but there’s nothing he can do anyway and perhaps she deserves it. Granted we do have 2 more books to go, but this is like the complete opposite of his ending in series 8, that I think it’s highly unlikely it was meant to happen in the books. A LOT of stuff would have to happen for book Jaime to change his mind now.
But as they gave Jaime’s ending to Tyrion, as per our theory, then what do they do with Jaime? Well, why not have him die in Cersei’s arms and fulfil their Twincest fix. Have Jaime be the bad brother Lannister, not Tyrion.
In fact, I don’t think D&D knew what to do with Jaime either, as he changes so abruptly in the show. It’s like they had to try to cover Jaime’s actual plot points from GRRM (which I’d assume were things like fighting the dead, getting together with Brienne), but then suddenly have him change his mind and rush back to Cersei... Also, as much as I loved Jaime in early series 8, he doesn’t really do anything pivotal. If you take him out of the equation and have him never even in series 8, the actual storylines all stay the same anyway. So, for me, this further adds weight to the idea that, in swapping Jaime’s endgame with Tyrion, they were left with the same problem, what do we then do with Jaime?
It’s like other aspects – they try to change one thing, but by changing that, it affects everything else so what you’re left with doesn’t make sense for the characters.
Now, so far I’ve talked mainly about the show, because overall I do think the main plot points in the show will happen in the books. And if you consider the role reversal between Tyrion and Jaime, it makes more sense why what happened did happen (which makes no sense in the show story itself).
But this is where I start to tie the various theories I’ve read together – it also makes a lot of sense in the books, for Jaime to not die, but instead be Bran’s Hand.
Other than the wonderful symmetry we’d get, as mentioned above, there’s a few things that happen in Jaime’s arc just in the books that make it even more possible, which I’ll talk about now.
So, most of this comes from Jaime’s fever dream, or also called his Weirwood dream. Now, there’s lots of analysis on this dream on the net, and there’s lots of ideas, some conflicting, of what it could mean. It’s not all relevant to this particular theory, so I’ll just summarise it. Basically, in the books, Jaime doesn’t go back to save Brienne from the bear straight away. Instead he travels quite far away with Bolton’s men, and goes to sleep on, what we assume, is a Weirwood stump. At the same time, Jaime is also suffering from a fever due to his hand becoming infected. Now, that means he’s potentially delirious, but also the dream is potentially prophetic. The Weirwood trees are those magic trees that Bran uses to have visions and to find the first Three Eyed Raven. I’m sure there’s more about them in the books as well. But it’s this potential for it being prophetic that I’m most interested in here.
Ok, so the dream starts a bit like a nightmare – Jaime is led somewhere underground that’s dark and feels dangerous by lots of ghosts. He first assumes it’s under Casterly Rock, and indeed he thinks he’s surrounded by the ghosts of the Lannister family. He’s scared and naked (eg vulnerable) and his father, sister and Joeffrey come. Cersei is holding a torch – the only light in the world for Jaime, but they leave and Jaime is left scared again in the dark. Before they go, he begs them for a sword, which Tywin says he gave him, and he begs Cersei to not leave him. Jaime finds a sword and as he touches it, the blade flames blue, providing some light. Now, a lot of analysis on this part of the dream tie it to Jaime’s metaphorical death, (ie of the old Jaime going to Hell) or breaking away from his family so they leave him. The light of Cersei’s going out, and instead a new light on Jaime’s sword coming, could also then symbolise that he’s breaking away (or about to) from Cersei and finding himself, his own light, instead. I also think, as we know Tywin and Joeffrey die later in the books and show, that it’s also foretelling their deaths. Which means it’s likely that Cersei dies before Jaime in the books, hence why he leaves her and he can’t follow. So this firstly means Jaime can’t die in Cersei’s arms.
Now, the next bit of the dream gets interesting, because who shows up next, after Cersei and his family has gone? Brienne of course! She appears (also naked) and Jaime imagines she looks not only more like a woman now, but also that in the light she could also be beauty, and a knight. This is generally taken to show Jaime’s growing (and so far subconscious) attraction to Brienne – and that he sees her as both a warrior and a woman. Now she asks for a sword, and also asks to be able to keep him safe, as she has pledged this and must keep her oath. A sword appears and Jaime gives it to her, and it also starts burning with blue flames.
Now, I think these two swords represent Oathkeeper (the one Jaime gives to Brienne in series four) and Widow’s Wail, which Jaime gets after Tommen dies in series 7. And these are two Valyrian steel swords that were from the melted down sword Ice, which used to be Neds. Now, I don’t think this is coincidental, but again I’ll come back to this.
Brienne is there to help protect Jaime, but she also asks him what’s down in this dark place (which may or may not still symbolise Casterly Rock or another place). Jaime says doom, and Brienne is worried it’s a bear (foreshadowing her being in the bear pit later). We hear, but don’t see Cersei saying that if the flames go out, Jaime will die.
In the next part of the dream ghostly, mist like figures appear and Jaime recognises them as his former Kingsguard and then Rhaeger, the heir to the throne before he was killed in Robert’s rebellion. These ghostly figures accuse Jaime of not keeping his oaths and seem about to attack. Jaime tries to plead with them and give his reasons, and Brienne is still there ready to defend him. These ghosts likely represent the internal guilt and self-hatred Jaime still has for killing the Mad King, but also for not saving Rhaeger’s own children, which were murdered on Tywin’s orders. As the ghost like figures continue to accuse Jaime, the flame on his own sword goes out, and the ghosts rush in, and then Jaime wakes up. As soon as he wakes up, pretty much, he demands Bolton’s men take him back to Harrenhal, where he then saves Brienne just like in the show.
Now, I read a lot of people saying this foretells Jaime’s death, that his flame goes out, but I disagree. I think the fact that Brienne has a matching flame, on a twin sword to his, means that Jaime doesn’t die – after all Cersei says flameS. Instead, I think this ending to the dream foretells that Brienne will actually save Jaime – that as long as she is alive, Jaime will also be.
Now, onto more foreshadowing theories from this dream – I think the ghostly, mist like figures also represent the White Walkers, and that him and Brienne are there facing them means that they will indeed (just like in the show) stand together to fight them in the books. As this has also happened after Cersei has left Jaime with his now dead father and son, I think it means she’ll already have died by this point.
I also think his guilt and the mention of Rhaegar’s children, which Jaime feels guilty about failing to protect, will also tie into Jon’s storyline. As the only surviving child of Rhaegar, I think once Jaime finds out, and Jon, Jaime will pledge himself to protect/serve Jon to make up for this guilt. I then think, based on this, that Jaime will effectively save Jon’s life in the battle with the White Walkers and then, Brienne will have to save Jaime’s. After all, she says in the dream she pledged to protect and save Jaime.
Now, the reason I think the end of the dream means Brienne saves Jaime, is not only because her flame keeps burning in the dream, but also because, as soon as Jaime wakes up, he decides he has to save Brienne. As we are going with the idea that this dream is prophetic from the Weirwood stump, it seems very important that Jaime rescues Brienne, so she can be there to fight with him. And what better reason than having to save him, when his own light (the sword flames) has failed?
And those swords – two halves of one whole, from Ice, the Stark’s sword. Turning into blue flames and helping them in the battle against the dead. Likely at or near Winterfell like in the show… When the books have a theory about a special sword called Lightbringer, wielded by the hero Azor Ahai to defeat the Others..
Soooo, perhaps this is really going into the realms of fan theory, but I definitely think that ICE could be Lightbringer, and that Brienne and Jaime, with Jon (who imo is the Azor Ahai character) will be imperative in helping to defeat the White Walkers. And that Jaime will fall in this battle, and Brienne will have to be there to save him so he doesn’t die.
Now, you might ask, what does all this random dream theorising mean for Jaime becoming the Hand of the King? Well, first of all I think it foreshadows that both Jaime and Brienne have a major part to play in the battle against the dead – much more than in the show. And that as Jaime is near death, it was super important for Brienne to be there to save him. And that it was super important for Jaime to give Brienne the sword Oathkeeper, and have Widow’s Wail himself – two halves of the same sword. So, all this must happen, and Brienne must save Jaime, which is why Jaime was given the prophetic dream in the first place. After all, if he hadn’t of saved Brienne, none of the above could go as it should…
And, this is where Bran comes in and this is more my own idea than anything else, so forgive me if I’m just not understanding the books properly. But as Bran himself sees visions through the Weirwood trees, which I suspect are due to them being sent either by the old Three Eyed Raven, or markers from Bran himself in the future, or perhaps fate or another unseen magical force. Then I wonder if the reason why Jaime was sent this vision, is because of Bran – and also the White Walkers. That Jaime had to help in the fight, but also had to be saved by Brienne. (Maybe even because it’s through his interactions with Brienne that he does become a better person and chooses to fight). And he had to be saved, because it was his destiny to be the Hand of the King to Bran. And also to save Jon so Jon can defeat the White Walkers. And that perhaps, this saving of Jon by Jaime is another reason why he is chosen as the Hand of the King.
I would also like to add in here, my other theories for book Jaime, which can lead him up to being Hand of the King, and tie up other loose ends in his story arc. So, the books and the show deviate a lot for Jaime after series four – he breaks away from Cersei much earlier and he’s currently off on an adventure in the Riverlands with Brienne in the books. A story arc not put into the show, featuring Lady Stoneheart (LSH). Now, she is a re-resurrected, zombie like version of Catelyn Stark, who is hell bent on revenge for the Freys and the Lannisters for the Red Wedding. She’s threatened Brienne with the death of Pod, unless she brings her Jaime. (At least that’s what most people infer from the books, it’s left open ended on a bit of a cliffhanger.
Now, my theory on this is that somehow Jaime and Brienne will have to fight each other in a trial by combat (echoed in the show itself by Brienne’s line about maybe having to fight Jaime). Of course they won’t be able to kill each other and will somehow be able to escape from, or kill Lady Stonehart.
So, why am I mentioning this? Well, GRRM himself has said he was disappointed they didn’t include the LSH plot in the show. Instead, D&D completely cut it out and sent Jaime to Dorne instead (as in series 5, which isn’t in the books). But for GRRM to say he wanted it in the show, makes me think there’s something very significant that is going to happen from it – either to the characters, or their relationship. Something which will later prove to be important in the rest of the story. This makes me think that Jaime and Brienne have a much bigger impact on the overall story arc than they were given in the show. And if it is more important, it makes the idea they’d have an important ending as well – Hand and LC of Kingsguard respectively – make more sense. And perhaps add more weight to the idea that Jaime HAD to save Brienne.
Now, after LSH, my idea is that Jaime will have to go back to Kings Landing and Cersei – but not in a romantic way. I think, like in the show, Jaime’s going to have a story arc that takes him on the role of commanding the Lannister’s forces against Dany’s when they get to Westeros. And if we assume Cersei does die before the battle with the undead, maybe this is also when Jaime kills Cersei – if he is the Valanqar, the one prophesised to kill Cersei. Or it could be someone else…
I then think the battle for Kings Landing will happen before that of the White Walkers, so Jaime then goes to help in the North, and catches up with Brienne again, who has been busy saving Sansa after her and Jaime parted ways (on good, but still unrealised and not yet acknowledged romantic terms) after LSH. I then think, like in the show, Jaime and Brienne will get together near the end, but this time not only will there be no Cersei for Jaime to rush back to (and throwing his character arc out the window like he does in the show), but he will still live to then become King Bran’s hand.
Of course, there’s still so many unknowns, and all, none or bits of this could happen, so I really hope we do get to see the last two books and find out what really happens.
But until then, I’m going to stick with the idea that Jaime marries Brienne, and becomes the Hand of the King and survives!
There, that’s the end of my theory – several all tied together really. I’d be interested to know what people think.
I know that my later reasons are more random ideas, but I do think, above all, the idea that Jaime is going to be the Hand of the King, not Tyrion, helps explain why the show didn’t really make sense for those characters (Jaime's 180 change at the end being the main one). But also just the wonderful symmetry of a redeemed Jaime fulfilling the role of Hand, for a King he once tried to kill, after he became a better person after losing his own hand…
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This fic is based on a request I got ages ago, that was sent by @queenselana and hopefully it’s something that fills in the need.
SUMMARY: You were offered to Santino as a gift from your family that wanted to repair their relationship with the D’Antonios. After you two got married you absolutely loathed him, but one day when you walk into the conference room in the middle of a meeting he does something that changes your opinion on him.
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You had been busy the whole day, managing the books for his club, filling up the orders for whatever was needed and by the time you were done, it was late to your standards. You knew Santino would kill you if he caught you still working so you decided to pack up and tell him that you were on your way to the home side of his large mansion.
You knocked on the door to the meeting room and walked in without waiting to be told to come in, you didn’t know if it was out of force of habit or that your mind was in a universe of its own. You opened the door as you were fixing the buttons of your coat and immediately regretted it.
“Santino I- nevermind,” you spoke as you turned back around to leave, a group of men stared at you as you turned. You cursed yourself as you forgot Santino had a meeting with his associates today.
“Bella, come in” you heard Santino speak in his usual stern voice. You slowly turned back around, your cheeks tinted a light shade of pink.
“I’m sorry Santino, I completely forgot-”
“Come here” Santino cut you off, and tilted his head, signalling for you to cross the group of men and walk towards the front of the table where he sat. The room was silent as you walked up, the only noise that filled the room was the clicking of your heels on the marble floor.
He patted his thigh when you stood next to him, a proud smirk on his face as he watched his men look anywhere except at you. He liked showing you off and when you sat yourself down, he whispered in your ear, “I’ll only be a few minutes, bella, then I’ll take you home.”
He had one of his hands holding your waist to ensure you didn’t fall while the other cradled a cigarette. “Right where were we?” He asked, addressing the room and continuing on with the meeting as normal.
The meeting continued smoothly for a few moments and you eventually found yourself enjoying learning about this side of the business, although your heart dropped when you heard a snide comment slip out of a new member’s mouth.
“I thought whores weren’t allowed in meetings, Santino?” The man grinned, his grin morphing into a frown when nobody else laughed along with his comment. You felt Santino tense from beside you, his grip on your waist tightening, enough to possibly leave a slight mark, but not enough to hurt.
“What?” He asked, a look of pure hatred planted on his face as he narrowed his eyes at the younger man, “What the fuck did you just said?”
“No whores? Isn’t that your number one rule?” He defended as he crossed his arms against his chest and slouched down into his chair. Santino scoffed at the man, you saw him quickly clench his fist from the corner of your eye.
“Santino it’s fine, just a simple mistake” you whispered in attempt to defuse the situation.
“It’s not ok, I’m not going to tolerate you being disrespected right in front of me, especially by one of my own men” He shot back, his eyes never leaving the poor man who knew he had fucked up.
“Tutte fuori!” He demanded, “except you” he shouted, pointing his finger at the young associate, “no, faremo una piccola chiacchierata.”
Santino then turned to look at you, a softer look in his blue eyes as he whispered, “wait in the living room, it’ll only be a moment” then he gave your forehead a little kiss and waited until you had closed the door to speak again. You could hear the shouts coming from him as you walked along the corridor and you were certain you even heard the smashing of glass at one moment.
It was when the building became silent that you began to worry. You were just about to check up on Santino and the boy when you heard a knock on the door. You opened it to find the young man stood there, his head bent downwards and his hat between his hands.
“I am sincerely sorry about how I called you a few moments ago, you didn’t deserve that, I’m sure you’re a lovely lady and… well… I’m sorry.”
“And?” You heard Santino speak from behind him.
“And I’m an asshole.”
“Good, ora vaffanculo, cazzo!” Santino demanded and the man quickly walked away while your husband walked into the living room, his hands immediately going to your waist.
“You didn’t have to make it such a big deal, you know” you giggled, placing your hands on his shoulders as you looked up at him.
“Of course I did” he shot back, his lips turning up in a slight smile. You laughed at his words and gave him a quick kiss.
“Thank you” you whispered once you pulled apart.
Santino then pulled you into him and bit your lip, slipping his tongue into your mouth and kissing you in the most passionate way he could. You walked backwards slowly until your legs hit the back of your table and Santino lifted you up onto it, standing between your legs, his hands now resting on your thighs.
He moved his mouth to your neck where he placed a trail of kisses from your jaw down to the base of your neck. He squeezed your thigh before resting his forehead against yours.
“You’re all that matters to me.”
“Santi…” it was the first time you called him that and he looked at you with the softest look in his eyes you’ve ever seen. You gently cupped his large face in your hands and rested your forehead against his neck, “Baby, I know I’m not the best wife in the world, nor the one you deserve-”
“No, principessa, no” he cut you off by placing his fingers under your chin and gently lifting it up, so you could look at him, “you’re everything I need. I know you hated me at first… you loathed my presence, but for me… you were like the heavy rain after a muggy day… like the first rays of spring sun that warms the whole world. I needed you more than you thought.”
“Santi, my dear…” you breathed out and he blinked away the tears that formed in his eyes, “Santi your hand is shaking.”
“I’m still pissed off” he cackled and took a step away from you, “how could he even thought about saying that out loud?”
“Dear, it’s alright…”
“No! No it’s not! He called you una puttana! Nessuno chiamerà mia moglie così!” Santino shouted and you just took a deep breath before reaching out for his hand and pulling him closer again.
“Santino…” you murmured his name under your breath as he sprawled out his hand on your thighs.
“You, principessa” he said with this dark chuckle, as you felt felt a pair of wet lips nudge against your left lobe, with the warmth of a pink tongue tracing its contours… Making you lose all the control you had, “you belong to me.”
Santino has turned your head and was literally leaving a trail of wet saliva on your cheek as he hungrily devoured your lips, smearing that deep red lipstick all over your mouth as he turned your head towards his. You felt your cunt clench when he managed to unbutton your lavender blazer and insert a hand inside of it, revealing that you had no bra underneath as he freely tweaked a nipple that was growing hard against the hard fabric of your light violet blouse with his thumb and index finger.
Moaning inside his mouth, you managed to free your torso from his other hand affixed to your shoulder as you violently tugged at that navy blue tie. Pulling at the necktie, you managed to tighten it and almost choke him, as he violently yanked his head away from yours, separating his lips from your red-smeared mouth.
“Show me who the boss is, Santino” you growled at him as he flashed that mobster type evil grin at you…
Only for him to snake his free hand up your hair to tug at your perfectly made bun, destroying your hairstyle as he tangled his fingers around your locks… Managing to pull your head back he hovered his lips dangerously over yours, his mouth ghosting over your lips as he spoke, the tips brushing seductively as he sent vibrations down your body.
“I’ll show you who’s the boss” he said in that deep baritone Italian accent that shook you to the core.
He suddenly flipped you around and shoved you on the mahogany table, pressing your stomach flat on the surface. You hear the unbuckling of a belt as you heard your heart thumping in your ears as he violently kicked your shoes apart – wedging those expensive Loubotins from each other as he pressed that throbbing erection at your now exposed black-satin panties that came into contact with his slender fingers as he began to massage the spot where your clit should be issuing this long haunting moan from you as you closed your eyes.
“And all this time you claimed you were disgusted of me” he growled as you grit your teeth upon his mischievous digits slowly tracing the wetness of your slit, only to halfway part your panties aside - allowing him to brush the pad of his fingers on your moist cunt, “It seems like you love me doing disgusting things to you… no?”
You gritted your teeth as you felt his other hand push you flatter on the desk, as you felt his weight rest over you, “Just fuck me, darling” you gasped.
You felt your entire body shudder as he roughly nudged the head of his cock against your folds with his two fingers parting the entrance of your cunt, allowing him to slowly enter you as you found yourself struggling violently against him. But the more you thrashed your ass against his hand, the more you gritted your teeth and dug your nails, almost making marks in the expensive desk, the more he slowly eased himself into you, the wetter and aroused you become, squabbling under him as he eased his nerves and focused on fucking you.
As his every move and every inch pushed into you heightened your senses, and reminded you forcefully of the girth that he has and how much his length managed to stretched your aching pussy.
And mind you, Santino is very endowed than most men. And you knew this personally.
“C-cazzo” he hissed as he fought your retaliations, the way you tried to pull him out with jerking your hips, only for his strong hands to push you back down and his nails to dig into your hips as he slowly entered you with your slickness against his making this wet sound every time you moved against him, “Baby you’re so tight…”
You could only answer with a moan when he finally sheathed his entire length within you, causing you to heighten the loudness of your moan the moment the head of his cock hit your entrance.
And then stillness.
The only sound you can hear was the pace of your breathing and the way he panted in rhyme with the beating of his heart and that was when you began to feel his cock throbbing against your walls…
“Ohhhh!”
You began to struggle against him as he held you still by the hips, weighing down your thrashing as he rutted inside of you, the hardness of his cock causing your walls to clench around it again, eliciting this breathless moan that escaped both of your lungs as you both began to lose control…
“Fuck!” Santino growled as he began to pull out in a swift mode, only to slam back forcefully into you, causing you to wince and grit your teeth with every quick movement that involved his naked thighs slamming against your ass, causing your cheeks to bounce against his skin.
“C-cazzo” His voice suddenly sounded so melodious, strained by his anticipation, and fogged up by sex, “You… feel… so… fucking… good, principessa…” he iterated against your moans with each word accentuated by his thrusts, as he pushed his hips repeatedly against your ass, thrusting that bulging cock inside your swollen folds repeatedly as if there was no tomorrow.
In fact, if any of those newly-gained contacts that were still roaming the halls of the mansion dared to peek between the almost-closed doors of the living room, the sight they would see would be two pairs of feet pressed against the edge of a table with both hips attached to another, grinding against each other, with a hand snaked around a waist… with the string of underwear pulled down and wrapped around a slender thigh whose expensive pencil cut skirt was bunched up the waist.
And that would be enough of reason for Santino to shoot them causing another war between most of the mob families in the country.
Not to mention the mahogany room table that was beginning to shake in unison with your movements.
And with this thought, you began to shudder.
It didn’t help how your panties weren’t fully parted, with a bit of fabric snug against your folds, with your clitoral hood covered by the laced edge, biting through the skin and heightening your sexual sensations with every movement of Santino’s hips…
And to fan the flame he noticed this specific detail, as he deviously wet his finger and slowly lowered it in between your legs rubbing your clit furiously, with the textured fabric brushing hard against your bundle of nerves.
“FUCK!” You cry out as you felt your inner thighs quiver, “S-Santi… I’m gonna come!”
It wasn’t long till Santino let out this guttural groan as you closed your eyes and opened your mouth - a soundless cry escaping your lips as your juices squirted from your cunt, drenching your black underwear and staining the man’s fingers pressed against your clit.
Overcome by this sensation of your cunt clenching and tightening around his throbbing cock Santino gave one sharp shove that completely pressed your bare thighs against the edge of the desk, the wood almost biting into your smooth skin as he released himself inside of you his juices mixing with your own arousal as he filled you up to the brim with his climax.
You both were stuck in that position for a while your husband’s body draped against yours, as your helpless twitching legs was covered by his own, his cock still throbbing within you, as you milked him of his juices, robbing him of a climax he’d been dreaming of ever since he watched you walked into the meeting.
Santino was the first to retract himself from you, the sensation of him pulling that half-erect cock from your swollen folds almost giving you another orgasm as he found the power to sit down on an ignored chair as he cleaned himself up.
You then found whatever was left of the strength in your legs to move away from the table and walk over to him, as he gestured for you to come over and sit in his lap.
“I’ll stain your pants…” you mumbled out, but he just smiled and scooped you into his embrace and you sat down in his lap, pressing your body closer to his, resting your face in the crook of his neck.
“I don’t care… I love you, principessa” his hand gently caressed your cheek.
“I love you too, Santino.”
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I'm dying to know now, what does nepotism have to do with TT? I hadn't heard anything about that before
under cut cause yall are gon start yelling at me
her family and j/ason are friends and that’s how she got the job in the first place. she was never an actress, just did modeling as far as i know. i didn’t thinkn she’d stick that long but i guess she like her bf s/chin are good at as kissing unlike other folks. have you all never noticed how when a secondary character like that comes in they’re usually killed off in a matter of a season unless they’re important to the SL for the next one? and unless they actor’s really good in which case she just isn’t but somehow she stayed for four seasons and was even one of the leads in the last one. didn’t anyone notice j/ason commenting on her IG lives? making jokes about her wigs and so on??
i kinda still am mad about the b/exho thing because i think that this was partly our fault as a fandom. like the entire hiatus before s5 everyone kept saying, no j/ason wont get bellamy together with raven, he’ll get him together with e/xho and ruin our bellarke and i feel like if we hadn’t been so vocal about it, he could’ve like...not done it? i mean there were countless of other possibilities, one of with being b/raven yes, the other being hello, bellamy just being single? hell he could’ve gotten with murphy for all i care but no, we just went out there and said nope, this is it, he’ll do this. and i get that yes, he’s a spiteful piece of shit so part of him was just that-doing it out of spite. just like killing bellamy when he didn’t have to, out of spite, because the actor needed time. and a part of him sure is also putting TT to a like more important position as bellamy’s gf, but still, frankly i think we spoke so much about it and about not wanting it that he just did it just because he could.
he loves spiting fans and shitting on them and doing what people would hate because that’s the type of person and writer that he is. just like all hiatus last year, all we ever did was say bellamy’s dying bellamy’s dying over and over and over again i ever saw edits about it on twitter. that was before we knew bob’s taking time off, before any of that and even after when it became clear he’s not going to be in the first five, people still kept sayinng it with such certainty, even the press, which to this day it frankly amazes me how they fucking knew it’s happening, said-nope, he’s dying, he’s dying. and i was like how da fak do you know?? and knowing now that it was a last-made call i still think that yes maybe we dug our own grave a little just like with b/xcho.
but anyway this isnt about that.
this is about TT and her nepotism and her kis asing which she’s great at. she even kis ased b/ob and e/liza. i wont forget how i think in some interview for season 6 she talked about how great of an actress e/liza is, like how TT herself realizes she’s bad and she’s trying to mimic what e/liza did like go on set pre-shooting and prepare and try to soak it up. just the way she spoke told you she has absolutely no idea what she’s doing. she can sell you the cold face and that’s supposed to fit exho but i think that as a character if we separate exho from TT, you can find that it’s not such a bad one, like at all and it could’ve been made at the very least likable, was it played well. which it just wasnt.
but then again im not sure what should i expect when j/ason himself got this entire show through connections and nepotism because his wife has connections in the network. do yall really think they’d give someone completely inexperienced and never heard of before such an important for the time show about a dystopian society when they wanted it to be a success. he himself talks about it openly that the network put bruce miller and other good and experienced writers like k/yra snyder and d/orthy frottenberry(all now writing the h/andmaid’s tale) and on and on to help him, but mostly b/ruce, because he had no idea what he was doing and they stayed until the show was established and j/ason knew what to effing do which was season 2.
so.
#anti the 100#anti jason rothenberg#anti jroth#anti becho#anti echo#anti tasya teles#okay i think i tagged everything#negativity for tw#answered#Anonymous
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raven muse: surprise bitch i bet you thought you’d seen the last of me
Name: Raven Roth
Fandom: DC/Teen Titans
FC: Odeya Rush
Age: 21
Pronouns: She/Her
Occupation: Librarian
Biography:
Her parents were never in love. Not really. Or at least, that’s what Raven suspects, when she had no memories of her mother being sober and happy. Her father was a wealthy businessman and her mother was a trophy wife, but behind the perfect exterior of a couple, they were miserable. Her father was cruel and rude to her mother, driving her mother to alcohol and drugs before she was even born. When Raven was born, she was born to the name Rachel Gordon; Tristan Gordon, CEO and founder of the Trigon Corporation, was equally cruel to his daughter. It only got worse when her mother overdosed.
After that, Rachel - still going by that name - was forced to be exactly what her father needed, to control her emotions, to not be who she wanted to be. She wasn’t allowed to smile or to be happy or to have any friends. She started to go by the name Raven - a small rebellion from her father because he thought it was silly.
The older she got, the worse he became, and Raven was terrified of her father. She wanted to be away from him, far away, but he refused her anything, keeping her in their home constantly and not allowing her to socialize, to do anything she enjoyed, or to have any pleasure in her life at all. He would claim he needed her, but she hardly saw him except for when he came to tell her what she’d done wrong that day.
Eventually, she’d had enough. Raven wanted to get away, and she knew she’d have to get far away, due to her father’s power and influence. She ran off, dyed her hair, wore the clothes she actually wanted to rather than what her father purchased for her, and started going by the name Raven Roth - the name she liked and her mother’s maiden name. From there, she ran as far away as she could and found herself in Echo Springs, getting a job at the library.
Memories:
The shadow of a raven, cast over her, as dangerous as it was protective.
Anger that was not her own coarsing through her veins and causing unimaginable pain.
Friends. Family. People she could rely on despite the fact that she’d been taught to rely on no one but herself.
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I haven’t participated in BFSN for two + seasons, and idk if this is really a BFSN, but I couldn’t not say something today.
I honestly can’t believe the show ends tonight! I’ve spent years loving these characters. I found my writing voice with these characters. I found incredible friends in this fandom. I helped to creat a little joyful pocket of creativity and positivity in this fandom. Whatever the show became, love or hate, I can’t imagine my life without the influence of this community we’ve built. I know this show has made us all crazy at some point, but now that it’s ending, and the landscape of our fandom is about to shift dramatically, I can’t help but feel a little sad about the end.
@the-most-beautiful-broom I honestly can’t imagine my life without you. I miss you terribly, and I can’t wait until we can have brunch dates again, but even from far away your beautiful writing makes me feel like you’re still just a subway ride away. I love you to bits, and am so grateful for you.
@thelittlefanpire what a thing we did, huh? @chopped100challenge wouldn’t be what it was if we were doing it alone, or with anyone else, and I’m so so grateful you were my partner in this. We had already crossed paths before but Chopped turned us into real true friends, and i can honestly say I’m more grateful for our friendship than anything else. Thanks for being a friend, a confidant, and a brilliant writer who shares her work with me. Love you always.
@raven-reyes-of-sunshine I know you’re not on here much anymore, but I can’t forget my girl. You were one of my very first fandom friends, and the first I was friends with outside of the tumble bubble. I love you to bits, and love watching you grow and thrive all the way around the world from me. Here’s hoping we meet in real life one day ❤️
@hostagetakerandhistraitor MY D.C.. our friendship is so important to me, and I love you so much. Thanks for making me feel seen, and understood. Thanks for loving Chloe bennet and AOS with me. Thanks for understanding my love of Dylan O’Brien, and sharing your love of Elizabeth henstridge with me. But mostly, thanks for being a wonderful friend ❤️
@spacekrulesbians my echo/Becho partner in crime, what would I do without you! When the fandom writ large got dark and difficult, you were a shining light. I hope to be reading your beautiful writing for as long as you share it, and I hope we stay friends for even longer
@lunakom-floukru my Harper wife, my book club buddy, my beautiful Meg, I love you dearly. Thankful doesnt even cover it. You’re a delight to know and I can’t wait to see where our lives take us ❤️
There are so many of you who have helped make this fandom space so wonderful, and I cherish you all. Here’s to an ending, whatever it might contain, and to all of us.
Here’s hoping my four little spacekru babies make it out alive !
May we meet again, my lovelies, in this fandom or the next 😘
@bombshellsandbluebells @blodreina-noumou @robsheens @kindclaws @darling-stay-with-me @kinetic-elaboration and anyone else I may have missed, thanks for making this fandom such a wonderful space ❤️
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Ok serious wasteland moment this is fucking rare so enjoy it pissfuckers.
Jesus fucking crust 2020 is almost fucking over and....yeah what the hell, This year has been a wholeass character arc for me and i met alot of badass people here,
First of all I started off being a absolute fuckin nobody who was fresh outta a traumatic event with a toxic ex lover. (you know who you are.) And after that i had to like....find myself again, a rebirth if you will now i had a few phases and met another toxic group that also fucked me up mentally, but nothing really hit til i found....
Him.
It was nearing the end of summer, i had just fallen for my abuser again as she used me and dragged me along for months leaving me feeling very emotionally drained i decided to check out that "dammitgrandpa" game evreyone was talking about. After finishing thh i layed my eyes on what would soon be the fictional character to change my life..yeah i feel kinda stupid dedicating a entite part of this sentimental post to nagito komaeda...but he really did change me for the better or worse, komaeda became my biggest comfort charecter and my highest kin in the span of a month it didnt help i have his fucking luck, (lmfao i almost died lile 5 times this year) but in all reality the danganronpa fandom really helped me cope with all the bullshit i have to deal with at home. I guess this brings me to the next part..
Komapocalypse
I swear on maedas left toe this is one of the best things to happen to me. Running 470/420 has been so much fucking fun and i am not done in the slightest. (Allthough i might take a few breaks to focus on cosplay but we will get to that) after being kicked out of a group for being "annoying" my chaotic emergy took a backseat but here i was being myself for a fucking change and people ENJOYED IT, not to mention all the badass pogchamps i met through this fuckhole of a arg, including the fucker who inspired me to make a longass emotional post (looking at you kaz👁) but in all fucking honestly, thanks guys. I...didnt think i had the strength to cut off my friend of 3 years that was trying to force me into their weird cult, i fuckin love you guys/p
On the topic of love, mmy wife
Txidzud?igdzuydtuzute i was not expecting to have you confess to me the same day my mom tried to hit me with a car but here we are!, jesus fucking crust i fuvkinf love her so much even though its hard for me to be emotionally vulnerable at times, hayley...you really helped make this post apocalyptic timeline great for me, <3
Reaching the end of this fuckpost i just wanna thank the people who dont have tumblr but are equally pogchamp
-My cat raven, yeah i wasnt expecting to find a trashcat this year nor for her to become my best friend but now when i see a dark shape hovering over me i know for the most part its safe!
-the rest of my pets, These fuckers mean the world to me and if anything happens to any of them i will kill evreyone in this world and then myself.
-komaedalovemail (allthough they are on tumblr i highly doubt they will ever see me.) I'm a huge fucking klm fanboy having a picture of fetus hinata taped to my wall and their fucking horrific vibes is what got me to create komaeda470 in the 1st place. Fucking thanks you weird band of pogchamp maedas,
-My cosplay firend group, Yeah I didn't expect clicking on a kokichi cosplayers tiktok live would give me a wierd group of people who all call me uncle but i have adopted all of you and will teach you guys the art of arson, (this includes my child i adopted after they found my 470 blog and was on call with me when i found a dead cat in my driveway and had a panic attack ily/p you're poggers)
-Ezra, bro bro bro bro bro i litterally couldn't make it through this fuckyear without you, i know you think your shit but honestly i look up to you and not just because I'm fucking short as hell. I'm so sorry my annoying ratass with 50 bracelets on each arm bugged you about homestuck almost 3 years ago, you're fucking poggers and im breaking into your house in eather a kokichi or nagito cosplay this weekend,
-ADAM.... YOU SCARE ME SOMETIMES ARE YOU OK??? but you're mister funnyman ig you're pogchamp
With all that sentimental shit outta the way back to your regularly scheduled shitposting love, the omnipotent God of chaos wasteland hope boner nagito komaeda komaouma the 69th~🔥🥩
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