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Can you do a Wednesday x Gn!reader but it’s the “if I can’t have you *proceeds to stab r* no one can” trend but Wednesday doesn’t know that r is not human and that a simple knife can’t hurt them so they open their eyes saying “aww so you do feel something for me and people say my charm is fake.” So Wednesday begins to question how they are not bleeding to death right now and they explain what they are and how they’ve shown many signs that they weren’t human but Wednesday just never noticed. In the end they end up confessing and a heated session begins but is interrupted when their parents walk in on them.
Also there’s a bit of history between r and Wednesday seeing as their parents are good friends and both secretly harbors feelings for the other. Though they say nothing of the feelings so what leads up to the point on Wednesday stabbing r is because Wednesday saw r and other girl flirting and became jealous and proceeds to kidnap r and ya :)
Also you can make r whatever type of creature you want!
A/N: This took longer than necessary cuz I couldn't decide on a creature for R to be lol
Wednesday x GN!Reader
Darkness greets you when you wake up. You blink a few times before realizing that it's because there's a bag over your head.
Kidnapped. You've been kidnapped.
This was interesting. There were very few people who could manage this. You tested your limbs as you thought about who could and would be capable of stealing you away. Legs were tied to the chair. Arms tied behind you. Both were tight and didn't leave you room to wriggle out and escape. So this was someone who was proficient in the art. That narrowed it down considerably. In fact, there could only be one person you knew of.
The bag gets pulled from your head and you're greeted by your captor. Wednesday Addams. You knew it.
"Wednesday! To what do I owe the pleasure?" Your charming greeting was cut short by a knife suddenly poking at your throat. One swallow and you would be cut. "Hm... Not pleasure then."
"Correct, Y/N. You are to be punished by my hands."
"Punished?"
While you had your moments, you didn't have a clue to what you could've done to Wednesday to warrant this treatment. Eyebrows furrowed while you tried to think of the past few days.
"What did I do? I've no clue."
Your prosecutor just scoffs as she slowly drags the top of her blade down your torso.
"You truly don't understand? For as long as we've known each other, Y/N? I'm disappointed." You can feel the blade push a little deeper right under your sternum. "Perhaps you can get someone to help you? Maybe that one siren you've been getting close to."
"Siren? Wait, you mean Adriana? I mean, yeah we were flirting, but why are you upset abou-HRK!" The blade sheathes into your core, taking your breath away. Your eyes widen as you stare at the girl before you.
"You were supposed to be mine and mine only. But your eyes have strayed. So if I can't have you, no one shall."
You slump over. There's silence for some time before your shoulders start to shake. Wednesday's eyebrows furrow as she watches. Eventually, a soft laughter filled her ears. She reaches over and grabs your hair to pull your head back, revealing your laughing face.
"Hahahaha! So you do feel something for me. And people say my charm is fake. Hahaha oh, it's weird laughing with something in my diaphragm. Hehehe... Hey, take it out, will ya?" Out of sheer shock and confusion, Wednesday pulls her blade out and you let out a soft groan of relief.
"Thank the gods. Whew..." You look at the girl, smirk on your face.
"You..." Wednesday starts, still in disbelief. "You're unaffected. Aren't you human?" You could only blink.
"You... Don't know? Wednesday how long have we known each other and you don't know?" She just shrugs nonchalantly. You let out a sigh and slump over slightly.
"I'm a hannya oni. A demon born from jealousy and anger. Ironic, no?" A little chuckle punctuates the words. "There's not a lot that can be done to hurt me."
The goth narrows her eyes at you and asks, "How is it that you've never mentioned this?"
A shrug. "Didn't seem that important. Plus, I thought you knew. I didn't really keep it a secret."
"There's no outward indication that you're of demon blood."
In lieu of being able to use your hands, you tilt your head from side to side to mimic an 'eeehhh' motion.
"The horns are annoying so they're hidden. Hold on." You take a deep breath and suddenly, horns begin to grow just under your hairline. When you exhale, a small burst of fire comes out. Your eyes become slitted and your tongue forked.
"There. Not full demon form, but enough to prove my point."
Wednesday walks around you, inspecting your new-to-her features. Now that she sees them, your eyes and tongue do seem familiar. You were also always a warm body, no matter the weather. She pokes at your horns, forcing your head to nod slightly.
"Hm. I suppose you've been around so often that I never bothered to know or question your origins."
"Fair..." You nodded a bit before cocking your head to look at your companion. "Well, I have a question. You're jealous of Adriana?" Your mouth spreads into a wide grin. Wednesday responds with a swift smack on the back of your head.
"You've been by my side for years. To have someone take that away was... Troubling." You shuffled slightly in the seat you were still tied to.
"You didn't really have anything to worry about," you replied. "You know how I am. I just flirt for fun. No real intent there." Wednesday eyes you with suspicion. "Honest! Have you seen me be serious with anyone?" She considers the question before shaking her head.
"Besides, you're the only one I actually want."
Suddenly Wednesday's eyes burn into you. You look at her to see a surprised stare. "And you never made any indication..."
You open your mouth to retort, but without an actual reply, you slowly close it. While you have strong feelings for your friend, you didn't think it would go anywhere. So to ease the feelings bubbling in you, you began to flirt all over, letting bits of those feelings out with each pick-up line.
"Well," you start after a moment. "We have feelings for each other..."
"Indeed..."
Wednesday steps towards you and straddles your lap. When you inhale, her scent fills your nose. You struggle in your bindings, having almost forgotten that they were there. Your love was so close and yet you couldn't touch her the way you wanted. A cold hand rakes through your hair before yanking it back.
"What do you think we should do about it, Y/N?" She watches as your eyes dilate with want. You take the time to collect yourself before answering.
"Whatever you want..."
With a wicked grin, Wednesday dives in and suddenly you're drowning in her. Her lips sear onto yours with a soft moan. All you could do was return it with fervor. You curse your restraints, wanting them off so you could ravish the girl on top of you with your hands. Sensing your frustrations, Wednesday takes a hold of her knife again.
"Can't have you distracted while I'm right here, hm?" With a swift cut, your hands are free and they immediately take hold of her body. Your lips are together once more, more heated than ever now that you can stimulate the goth even further.
Your hands run up and down the girl's body. Slim muscle tense with each pass. You can't get enough. You grip tightly, pulling the goth even closer to you. Years of pent up feelings erupt from both of you and it consumes you both.
You feel teeth along your lower lips as Wednesday pulls at it. With one final kiss, she moves on and trails a path of burning kisses down to your neck. A low moan escapes your lips and you cling tighter onto your girl. However, there's something now that feels slightly off.
Eyes open to see both of your parents in the doorway, all with wide eyes.
Your shift in emotions causes Wednesday to stop and follow your eyes. Parents stare at their children. Children stare at their parents. You finally register the fact that you've been in Wednesday's room this whole time.
Silence reigns until there's an exchange of money between the patriarchs of both your families.
"About time you two did something." Your father says.
"We'll leave you be." Morticia allows, pushing her husband away.
When the door closes again, you let your head fall with a laugh. Wednesday just groans in embarrassment and burrows into your neck.
"How long do you think the bet went on for?" You asked, mood thoroughly ruined.
"I don't care, but I'll make sure we get our share."
#a dragon tries to write#wednesday addams x reader#wednesday x reader#wednesday (netflix)#asks#requests
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OH YEAH HIS TAIL ALSO LIGHTS UP
here's a bunch of quick reactions to some of the smaller bits, while I work on bigger things for the bigger bits and obsess over Silver's breakdown some more. don't be fooled -- this is only the beginning of my descent into pure diasomnia hell.
(I also need to figure out how to draw OB Mal better)
#art#long post#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers#ugggh sorry i really do need to figure out ob mal i have not managed a decent one yet#anyway saving my feelings for later#i have tried a couple of times to write something about how blatant lilia is#about being an ancient fae pretend to be a high schooler in order to keep an eye on his idiot dragon son#but every time i remember that this is a universe in which rook exists and is a real person that the characters know#and it's like. oh yeah. lilia isn't anywhere near the weirdest person they know.#they aren't exactly secretive about fae aging differently either#i assumed he told everyone he was literally 18 because he thought it would be funny#🤷#drink your juice everyone
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it is all chaos and entropy. the thing is that the chaos and entropy make it beautiful and lovely.
yes, it's true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is terrifying. i have lived through some of the unfairness - i got born like this, with my body caving into itself, with this ironic love of dance when i sometimes can't stand up for longer than 15 minutes. i am a poet with hands that are slowly shutting down - i can't hold a pen some days. recently i found a dead bird on our front porch. she had no visible injuries. she had just died, the way things die sometimes.
it is also true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is wonderful. the sheer happenstance that makes rain turn into a rainbow. the impossible coincidence of finding your best friend. i have made so many mistakes and i have let myself down and i have harmed other people by accident. nature moves anyway. on the worst day of my life she delivers me an orange juice sunset, as if she is saying try again tomorrow.
how vast and unknowing the universe! how small we are! isn't that lovely. the universe has given us flowers and harp strings and the shape of clouds. how massive our lives are in comparison to a grasshopper. the world so bright, still undiscovered. even after 30 years of being on this earth, i learned about a new type of animal today: the dhole.
chance echoing in my life like a harmony between two people talking. do you think you and i, living in different worlds but connected through the internet - do you think we've ever seen the same butterfly? they migrate thousands of miles. it's possible, right?
how beautiful the ways we fill the vastness of space. i love that when large amounts of people are applauding in a room, they all start clapping at the same time. i love that the ocean reminds us of our mother's heartbeat. i love that out of all the colors, chlorophyll chose green. i love the coincidences. i love the places where science says i don't know, but it just happens.
"the universe doesn't care about you!" oh, i know. that's okay. i care about the universe. i will put my big stupid heart out into it and watch the universe feast on it. it is not painful. it is strange - the more love you pour into the unfeeling world, the more it feels the world loves you in return. i know it's confirmation bias. i think i'm okay if my proof of kindness is just my own body and my own spirit.
i buried the bird from our porch deep in the woods. that same day, an old friend reaches out to me and says i miss you. wherever you go, no matter how bad it gets - you try to do good.
#writeblr#warm up#i can't write rn but i have SO much words in here bc im reading the chorus of dragons books#(just started book 4)#and this woman's writing is just LIVING in my brain. let me out!!!#(i read roughly like 2-4 books a week usually bc i go on long walks with my dog but when a book is REALLY good like. it eats my life. )#anyway ...... so like here's a story that idk i've tried to explain to other people as being wild#but maybe im the only one who thinks it is wild???#so i play pokemon go (i just started in jan) bc i love pokemon and as i have mentioned i walk goblin for like an hour in the morning#and i don't like a lot of fitness trackers due to the fact it makes me .sad. but i also wanted the little digital rewards. enter pokemon go#anyway so they make you make friends to complete quests. so i used a reddit thread. i do not usually use reddit. i don't have an acct#i lurked. i just googled like ''pokemon go reddit '' and randomly added a bunch of numbers#i was on that page for all of 15 minutes. there are THOUSANDS of responses on that page.#here's what's wild: in that group of people. even though i am not on reddit and it was one random event once#it turns out one of those people lives in the town i live in. or at least very close. i only know this because#when we send each other gifts. it's from the same freaking area.#i can't ask them to meet up bc pokemon go doesn't have a messaging app lol but like . what are the fucking chances that#a random person posts in a random reddit thread and HAPPENS to get added by someone ELSE from their SAME TOWN#who by pure fucking CHANCE is ALSO playing pokemon go and looking for friends#i googled it there's only 42000 people in my broad region. the .......... smallness ! of the world!!!
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everything you thought you knew will fall apart, but you'll be alright
[ ID: A digitally drawn headshot of Starflight from Wings Of Fire. He is a dark gray dragon with green eyes. He's looking over his shoulder with a worried expression. Behind him is a red square with a brighter red starburst around his head. End ID ]
#starflight#wings of fire#wof starflight#keeb art#keeb wof#love this fellow....he has a fun arc in my rewrite#also tried warmer colors for him! I like it... also gave him very batty features :]#my dragons r semi-mammalian so#keeb roars#pls let me know if I should change the image ID by the way its my first time writing one!
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my piece for this year's FRSSAT :) for lusbiluces of her Olympia
(all entries for the SSAT can be found here! <3)
#flight rising#digital art#krita#dragons#for others#tried to look... mucha-esque#not entirely mucha bcs trying to aim for precision in replicating styles isn't my jam#but this was neat to do. :)#Viz got lots of love and that makes me happy... Once I'm back at laptop I will be writing a comment <3 ALSO BINARY GOT DRAWN AWWW
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aroace prideeeee!
EDIT! I FORGOT THE ID!
[ID: sunset aroace pride flag colored-artwork in a city design. from top to bottom: orange, yellow, white, light blue, dark blue. the city is sort of weird, with many animals such as giraffe and otters, as well as plants such as sunflowers. a white bridge spans the light blue river.]
#realized i was aroace when I tried to write a romance story that I could get into#like reading romance but it's not something i actually want#no dating#just friends#please dont fall in love w me#aroace#pride#hidden pride flag#pride flag art#garlic bread and dragons#idk what this is but its amazing#lgbtqia#aromantic#asexual#aro#my art
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keepers of the ruins [original, ruins]
#my art#artists on tumblr#art#original art#d&d#dnd#dungeons and dragons#?? kinda#ruins#this was an old campaign i was running that i never finished for reasons! i miss her tho its my baby#ive been tossin around the idea of potentially writing it out and turning it into a comic simply bc i miss it sm but i dont think i could#execute it well still if i tried to run it now#i can run silly lil oneshots but full campaigns i feel out of my comfort zone kshdjs#sorry for original art!
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Artifacts of Thedas
A set of 40 writing/art prompts situated in the Dragon Age universe:
A vial of lyrium; one drop remains
Crushed elfroot leaves
A freshly painted vhenadahl
A mage’s staff, splintered in the center
A Joining cup, its lip badly dented
Two handprints on an aravel
A Crow’s dagger, sticky with drying blood
A basket full of embrium and blood lotus
Dracolisk scales
A shard of mirrored glass that reflects a different sky
Avvar furs, warm before the fire
A book of Tevene grammar, open on a table
A partially melted statue of Andraste
Volume of Koslun’s teachings, the page edges soft and worn
A meticulously clean elven mosaic
Bronze statuette of the Champion, polished by handling
An Inquisition banner, mended many times over
Lyrium dust suspended in a clear fluid
A pendant of a Paragon
An empty nug cage
An unstrung bow that whispers when touched
A set of leather armor with bolt holes in the shoulder
A plaque denoting the Hero of Ferelden’s birthplace
Halla fur caught on tree bark
An empty chest with scratch marks around the lock
A letter with a broken seal; the wax is stamped with a familiar symbol
A small pot of kaddis, partially used
A handful of werewolf teeth
A sketch marked with the symbol of the Shaperate
Party favor from an alienage wedding
A Satinalia mask
A palm frond from Seheron
Orlesian shoes with jeweled buckles
A hand mirror, its glass irreparably shattered
A Rivaini amulet on a golden chain
Templar armor, marked by lightning
A cask of ale from Orzammar
Sketchbook marked with a griffon insignia
A doll dressed in an Antivan gown
Tiny cakes that taste like melancholy
#da#dragon age#thedas#dragon age writing prompts#writing prompts#writing#idk if these count as writing prompts per se but i can't think of a better thing to call them. writing inspiration? idk#i tried to span the major social/racial groups and countries#but of course i might have missed something
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Hi!! I'm new to your if and am not sure if it has been asked before, but was the Ladder process inspired in any way by the Grass Trials from the Witcher? I'm sorry if you've already answered a question like this but I was really curious as the role of the hunter kind of reminds me of Sapkowski's witchers!
i'm actually not that familiar with the witcher Universe (i didn't know it was called the grass trials) BUT the ladder was inspired partially by that process, as well as the joining from dragon age: origins, the whalers from dishonored (mainly the Outsider's influence and Daud's sharing of knowledge), and the old blood from bloodbourne.
it's the part of the process that connects the hunters to the Vel, which requires lots of dark magic and blood and gross potions to drink.
#its funny i actually didnt watch a bloodbourne playthru until after i started writing tnp#but the hunters are very similar#the witcher i have very surface lvl knowledge of i have tried to play the games previously but never get farther than like. the first hour#theyre just not for me unfortunately...#the joining from dragon age was definitely like the direct influence but pumped up into multiple Joinings rather than just a one time toast#lmfao#ask#anonymous
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I wrote a thing!
In which nothing goes wrong :)
#ninjago#ninjago dragons rising#dragons rising spoilers#lostshipping#cole brookstone#geo#ninjago cole#ninjago geo#ninjago spitz#ninjago fritz#yeah i tried to write fluff and failed.#sugar writes stuff
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Beck and Call
Wednesday x Kitsune!Reader
Part One|Part Two|Part Three|Part Four|Part Five|Part Six|Part Seven
When Wednesday opens the door to her dorm room, she's greeted with the sight of you and Enid watching those atrocious Kpop videos on her roommate's laptop. Though the music was an assault on her ears, the sight of you two amused her slightly.
Enid was an explosion of color, whereas you shared Wednesday's affinity for dark colors. The only difference was that your darkness was accented with scant bits of color Your dark, thin eyes were lined with crimson and your hair was tipped in blood red.
The sound of the door closing caught the attention of the Kpop fans. Enid waved enthusiastically while you give a nod in greeting.
"Wednesday! This is Y/N. We're just bonding over music!" Wednesday squinted at Enid's bright grin as if she was looking at the sun. "We'll only be a little bit longer, then you can have your time."
A grin spread on your face. "What, Kpop not your roomie's thing?" You already knew full well that was the case.
"The cheerful music and abundance of color should be a crime," the goth deadpanned. "Utter torture to my senses. And not the enjoyable kind."
You turned to Enid with a questioning tilt of your head. "Wait, you haven't tried any song with dark concepts?"
The wolf paused, thinking slightly before shaking her head. "Y'know, I didn't even think about it... Not usually my wheelhouse. Honestly the closest to a dark concept I liked was Boyfriend's 'Witch.'"
A laugh just escapes your lips, sounding very similar to a 'yip'. Your gaze moves back to Wednesday.
"How 'bout it? I show you a proper dark concept song and see if you at least tolerate it."
The dark girl stared for a moment, contemplating the suggestion.
"What's in it for me?" She asked. "I see no benefit in this attempted torture."
You thought for a bit before reaching to grab something. It was only then that Wednesday noticed your arm. The forearm was wrapped in a braided rope. Intertwined within were small beads, matching a larger one that hung from your ear. Your hand hovers over one of the beads and summons it from its bindings.
"Whoa," Enid balks at the action. She leans closer to gaze at the soft glow of the bead. "Is that a part of your spirit orb thingy?"
You nod in response. "We used to have only one big orb we had to hide, but my ancestors figured out a way to split them up. Mainly for easier hiding." You hold out the bead for Wednesday. "I use them as a way to solidify a pact or favor. So, if you watch one video with me, Wednesday, you can invoke my skills whenever you need."
Wednesday's eyes shift from the bead to your face.
"You're a Kitsune. A trickster demon known to deceive for fun or malice. While you have abilities suitable for my investigation, how will I know I can ensure you don't turn on me?"
A grin spreads wide on your face. "Won't that be a fun gamble to have to take, hm?" Your face sobers soon after. "As long as you have this bead, I'm compelled to help you. That's why we normally hide these. It houses our spirit so we can't do much to circumvent that."
"You're offering a lot for a measly few minutes."
"I'm offering you something equivalent to you stepping out of your comfort zone. Even for a measly few minutes."
The dark haired goth took a pause before slowly reaching out and taking the bead. When she touches it, an aura emits out and engulfs her wrist. The shine fades and a black braided bracelet is revealed, the bead set within the weaving. Wednesday looked at her new accessory curiously... You think.
"Fascinating. Now, let's get this over with. I have a schedule to maintain."
With a salute, you reach for Enid's laptop, silently asking if you could use it. When given permission, your fingers fly across the keyboard, typing out the video you were looking for. Wednesday slowly perched herself at the edge of Enid's bed, an arm's length away from the two of you. You let out a soft huff of amusement before rearranging Enid and yourself to give Wednesday a clear view of the screen.
"Obviously, it's a song about love, cuz of course it is," you start explaining. "But it's an obsessive love where you'll do anything for that person, even if it tears you apart."
"Sounds like my parents."
You quirked an eyebrow at that. Maybe you'll ask about that later. With a smirk, you hit play.
A close up of skin appears on the laptop screen, someone drawing lines upon it before cutting with a scalpel. The somber notes of a piano begin to sound as images of gore, voodoo dolls and pierced skin begin to show alongside the idols themselves. Then an electronic screech sounds as VIXX's 'Voodoo Doll' begins to play.
"Ugh, I forgot how gross this video was..." Enid gags lightly and closes her eyes, opting to just listen to the music.
You watch Wednesday as her eyes train on the video playing. Every movement on her face was caught. You knew what parts of the video got the best reactions. It was fascinating to witness. You end up just staring at Wednesday herself, caressing her face with your eyes.
When Ravi's rap begins, you give a start. Wednesday's eyes flick over to you. You hold her eyes and stare at each other. It wasn't until the bridge began that you broke eye contact. You slip off the bed, mimicking the choreography as you trudge to the center of the room. Both Wednesday and Enid watch as you dance along to the end of the song.
"So? What's your verdict, Wednesday?" Your grin was wide. She watched the ending bit of the video with Hongbin before looking at you.
"... It was tolerable. Certainly appealed to my macabre tastes." Her eyes bore into yours. "You haven't caused my ears and eyes to bleed, Y/N. An accomplishment, indeed."
You give an exaggerated bow. "All in a day's work." As you straighten up, you move to grab your things. "It's about time I head out anyway."
Enid shoots up and pulls you into a crushing hug, which you return with the same fervor.
"Mmmm best hugs! Thanks for hanging out with me."
"Anytime." As you let go, you ruffled her hair causing the wolf to squeal and playfully smack you away. You make your way to Wednesday and offer a hand.
"Thank you for going along with this. I appreciate you indulging us for a few."
The goth's eyes dart from your hand to your face. With some hesitation, she takes your hand in a firm grip.
Thankfully, no vision.
With a subtle sigh, she gives your hand a shake.
"I expect a prompt response when I require your services in the future."
A final smirk graces your face as you bow. With your hand still in Wednesday's, you ended up almost kissing her hand.
"I shall be at your beck and call."
With a final goodnight, you exit Ophelia Hall with a skip in your step. You just hope you get to see more of Wednesday.
#a dragon tries to write#Wednesday Addams x Reader#Wednesday x Reader#i had this in my head ever since i saw Enid and Kpop in the same sentence
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Alexithymia
(n.) the inability to express one’s feelings verbally.
Pairing : Helaena Targaryen x Aegon II Targaryen
Summary : After hearing of what happened at Bitterbridge, Helaena pays the unconscious Aegon a visit.
Warnings : Angst, spoilers for future seasons of hotd / fire and blood, not fully canon compliant
The news had been delivered to her rooms by a scroll. No servant of the castle was brave enough to face the now Mad Queen and tell her that another son of hers was gone, ripped apart by a mob.
It was said the guards outside her rooms could not bear to hear the sobs and screams so they covered their ears, knowing that there was no way they could help their queen.
The message was given to her as softly as it could have been. If only that would have been enough.
She threw the scroll across her room, burying her head in her knees and fervently shaking her head, refusing to believe it. Maelor was gone. Her baby was ripped apart…no, it couldn’t have been. What kind of monster would send the order for the head of a boy of two.
The sobs came too easily as she realised this wasn’t a dream, this wasn’t a hallucination. Her child was dead.
A scream.
The tears came without cease, her now hoarse throat paining as she let herself fall into the sheets of her bed. Her head hurt, her eyes couldn’t bear to see the light through her blurs of sight, the front of the mess of her hair wet due her weeping.
She named her youngest to die, let her first born die at their hands, was not even able to burn his body, ignored her youngest in her guilt and now she cries for him?
What kind of a mother is she..?
She screamed in her anguish, crying out for her long gone child. She felt her throat closing up and her thoughts becoming more and more unsteady. Make it stop. Just make it stop.
The tears slowed. Slowly but surely. She fell against her pillows, her body blazing with fire. Guilt, anger, resentment.
She wiped the tears that she could and glanced towards the scroll, then at the doors of her room. She took her breaths erratically, the door seemed to shake in her unstable eyesight. It was hard to think straight but she recalled the first words on the parchment.
They were addressed to “The King Aegon, Second of his Name, and his Queen, Helaena Targaryen..”
He was his child too.
Does he know? He must. Although how could he, being in the state that he was?
She hadn’t bothered to visit him once. Her skin tingled with the guilt. An irresponsible mother and an undutiful wife…so far removed from what she ever thought herself to be.
Would he even care to see her face now? Would he even remember..them? Would he?
The words stung her mind and a tear dropped to her skirt.
Trembling, she lifted herself from the bed, grabbing onto the frame for support. She wouldn’t even trust herself to walk in this condition.
She walked, slowly, grabbing onto any and everything she could as support. She stopped near her mirror and stared at her reflection.
It was…shocking but the gasp did not dare escape. Her own voice was afraid of her.
She looked pale and sickly, her face was red, her under eyes were smudged with darkness.
Her cheeks had hollowed and her neck was strained.
Her then violet eyes now seemed to be the darkest shadows and her hair was ragged and tangled.
She looked barbaric. This was the Queen? How pathetic..she thought. The Kingdoms don't deserve a sight such as her for their queen. Her children didn’t deserve such an irresponsible woman as their mother. Her husband..the seven..if only he could look at her now. He would be disgusted if he was in his right mind.
Perhaps she was better off dead.
She brushed her hair as much as she could, her hands shook around the base of the brush. She winced ever so often but refused to look anywhere but the mirror. The horrid reflection should serve as a reminder of what she let herself become. A tear or two fell occasionally. But perhaps that was part of habit now.
She picked herself up and walked towards the door, still shaking but no longer needing the support to walk. She picked up the key and unlocked her prison.
The guards shook as they felt the heavy gates opening. One of them looked inside and saw the ruin.
“Your Grace-” he whispered through his expression of wide eyes and furrowed brow. She spoke. Slow, soft but clear enough.
“I..wish to visit the King.”
The other spoke next.
“Your mother would not desire that you do so, my Queen.”
She glanced towards him. “Well, I desire to.. visit my husband.”
They exchanged a glance and she bit her tongue. She knew her mother and what she understood of her daughter’s state. Defying her mother was the least of her intentions but she knew what she wanted.
“He would most likely be unconscious as of now, Your Grace.”
A small smile appeared on her lips. It wasn’t amusing but perhaps just courtesy. At least not all her habits had disappeared. “I am aware.”
Another look exchanged.
Then one of them gave a small nod, indicating “Follow me”.
So she did. She and the guard walked near side by side through the hallways of the castle.
The maids stared in horror before giving a small bow, the lords and ladies who were roaming the corridors at that moment seemed to be taken aback by the sight and froze.
Her head alternated between two truths - the first was that she looked..not exactly how they remembered their Queen and the second and more prevalent, the Queen was out of her chambers?
She had forgotten how it felt to roam these halls, how she would dance around with Jaehaera, how she and Aegon would chase Maelor around when he stole their wedding rings, how the twins would giggle in the hallways thinking that their mother wouldn’t be able to recognise the sound of their beautiful laughter.
Her eyes threatened to erupt right there but she controlled herself. How she always managed to do so in banquets, tourneys and practically any time she was out of her chambers. Her behaviour there was also due to control. Varying degrees of it but it was the same principle.
They spun around a turn at the top of the stairs and she saw the chambers. Isolated in the dark hallway. She weakly held her hand up in signal for the guard to stop. “I will continue.. by myself.”
The guard looked at her with worried eyes. A pause and he nodded, exiting and taking position outside the hallway.
It wasn’t the wisest of choices. Letting a skilled soldier of the castle leave and continuing by yourself in such a state. What if they don’t allow her to see him? What if he refuses to see her?
She shook her head and reminded herself that he was most likely to be unconscious. It was better that way. She will not have to face his disappointment and he will be in sleep, never knowing his wife paid him a final visit.
She walked the long corridor, slowly. Calming her nerve, ignoring her emotion.
She reached the door and knocked.
The maester had been with him since the morning. Monitoring his health and scribbling some things in a notebook. He could barely feel anything one time and then feel the chronic pain of the burns the next. The Milk of the Poppy helped him get by but it left him less and less a man each day.
He was left on the bed, barely able to think an entire sentence, move a single inch, speak a single word. He felt pathetic. The King rotting away in his bed while his much capable brother runs the kingdom. Gods forbid, he felt like his father. The man he resented with every bone in his body.
If he could laugh at his own misery, he would. The one noble cause he tried to fight for and he ends up like this. I just wanted to avenge my son.
What would his beloved even think of him? She would be disappointed, no doubt. Disgusted even, looking at his body. She never visited him once. That would probably be the cause.
He heard a knock on the door. Guards had been sent to deliver him a message.
The man speaking went on a long drawl and the words barely made it through the fog of his hearing. The only things he managed to hear were–
“nce Maelor-”
“Bitterbr-”
“ripp… part-”
“dead”
The guards stayed a bit longer as he tried to piece the message together.
“-’re sorr…Grac-”
They exited the chamber.
His son was dead.
He wanted to scream his lungs out of breath, fight another battle and rip the blacks apart with his bare hands. The fire wouldn’t leave his fogged head. And yet there he lay. Helpless himself, a pathetic sight for a King.
Had the news reached Hela? It had to have. He wanted to run to her and take her in his arms before she could scream. It would break her. More than Jaehaerys’s passing already had.
His skin tingled before a sharp pain hit him.
It put vanquish to his thoughts as he writhed, the maester immediately rushing to his side to give him another dose of the Poppy. Not again. Please, not again.
Hours had passed. Or so he felt.
He was thinking of his children, how badly he wished to take Maelor into his arms again, take Jaehaera to the gardens again, spin Jaehaerys around till he’s dizzy and giggling again.
He thought of his wife, her slaps when he kissed her in public, her face when he tickled her, her laughs when they ran after their children, her eyes when she held them for the first time, her.
His eyes welled up but a tear wouldn’t dare escape. The maester was still there and..he wasn’t even sure if he was capable.
A knock. And another. It was too light to be a guard, too strong to be mother but it sounded..familiar.
The Maester opened the doors and a gasp escaped him. It was difficult but he caught onto every syllable.
“My Queen?”
Ñuha prūmia? My heart?
“My Queen?” The Maester said with a blink of confusion.
She smiled weakly. “I am here to visit him.”
The maester looked from Queen to King and paused. He too must have heard the news if it had reached these rooms. He looked back at her, gave a small but quick smile “Of course, Your Grace.”
Before she took her first full step in the room, she looked towards the Maester and with a nod, he exited, closing the chambers behind him.
She stayed near the door longer. Trying to catch her breath. Trying to prepare herself for everything. Trying as she always had.
She walked, her steps loud in the echos of the room.
“Ñuha jorrāelagon?” My love?
It came out barely a whisper, the tears threatening to leave their bounds again.
Her husband lay there. Half body burnt to flesh, not moving, face puffy due to the intake of the Poppy, he could be on the brink of death and no one would know it. At least she wouldn’t.
She lowered herself near his bed. Trying to get a closer look at his face.
His eyes..his eyes were open. Half lidded at least. He was conscious? He knows she’s here? He heard her call to him?
Her stomach dropped. No.. she didn’t expect this. She wanted to run out of the room and leave him behind. But she held herself.
She looked towards his hand..he was wearing his ring. How?
The tears fell. It was too much, seeing him, Maelor, Jaehaerys, herself. She cried as silently as she could let herself. Still acting as though he was asleep.
His finger moved toward her.
She took a shaky breath, looked at his face with the tears still falling and smiled weakly.
How he managed to remain so beautiful even as he lay there burnt, scars galore. Half fire , half blood.
“Ik-“.
He was trying to speak. To her. Even after all the weeks she didn’t visit him. He struggled through his own lips.
“Aegon..”
She took his hand as gently as she could have. Lacing each finger with his one by one.
“Iksan-“ he kept struggling.
“Ñuha prūmia, gaomagon daor.” My heart, do not.
She placed the smallest kiss on his hand, as softly as possible. Treating him as though he was the most fragile thing in the world. As if he could break at any moment.
A tear fell from one of his hooded eyes. It slid down and fell onto his pillow.
She wiped her own tears and looked at him.
King and Queen of Westeros. What they had become. The products of war. Broken, ruined, sewn into the hems of history as a tragedy.
“Iksan vao-“
“Aegon.”
“Iksan vaoreznuni.”
I am sorry.
#helaena targaryen#aegon ii targaryen#maelor targaryen#house of the dragon#fire and blood#one-shots#angst#it was so tough writing Hel's thoughts of self-hatred just knowing that she didn't deserve any of this#Also I know that how Aegon acts with his burns isn’t accurate at all but it was just the only thing that came to mind#I hope you all like it though#I tried
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As soon as I get time I want to make a comic that goes like this:
Emily: you enter the lair and there before you on a throne of gold coins, jewels and other treasures, sits the almighty dragon! Feared by all, the guardian to sword of the dragons and the slayer of men!!!
Everyone: Ooooooo
Emily: all right everyone role for initiative!
Emily: ok genji you got the highest! What do you do first?
Genji:...*looks down at character sheet, thinks for a second then grins to himself mischievously*
Tracer: Genji...Genji no
Genji: I role to seduce the dragon!
Emily: omg.... *Sigh* role 1 D20 charisma check
Genji: nat 20 with a plus 5 proficiency bonus
Emily:... God damn it
The rest of the party: * dying of laughter, wheezing and just in utter shock *
#overwatch#genji#genji shimada#overwatch 2#gency#tracer#tracer x emily#questwatch#dnd#the dragon is mercy by the way#dragoon mercy#I'm not very good at writing so... yeah... XD i tried though
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you guys know how that scene in succession 2x09 “DC” where Shiv intimidates and manipulates the sexual assault victim until she backs out of testifying about her experience is the same as that scene in hotd 1x08 “The Lord of the Tides” where Alicent intimidates and shames the sexual assault victim out of speaking up about her experience?
the biggest difference between these two scenes is actually the self-awareness of the narratives themselves. succession knows what it’s doing with this scene. hotd comes across confused and tone deaf because it’s bending over backwards trying to maintain an image of Alicent as a faultless victim, unlike succession which allows Shiv some moral flexibility, which ironically makes her more sympathetic than Alicent imo, because it manages to avoid that extra level of hypocrisy that the hotd scene piles onto Alicent and the narrative as a whole.
#i could never understand how people watched that scene in hotd and didn’t hate alicent for it#how they could come away from it thinking alicent was compassionate when she literally SHAMED the victim who was weeping at her feet?#it was sickening and deplorable#i could write an essay about these two scenes#i tried to be brief and succinct here. i hope my point comes across#someone who makes gifs please compare these scenes im begging#shiv roy#alicent hightower#succession#house of the dragon#anti alicent hightower#hotd critical
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himaruya: he does nothing at all in modern times :)
me: this guy has too much energy for that
#at the very least takes the dogs for walks when lud isnt there LOL#and answers the phone for lud when he is out so the govt gets pissed when gil isnt taking notes of the messages for too long#but nah also into reading-writing; plus books and archives preservation (+ digitalization) & engineering (mechanics)#hws prussia#aph prussia#(extra reach from the heta events: making clothes / costumes? no fr whats with the giant wardrobe...)#(...not a reach he got bitten bc he tried to put berlitz in a dragon costume or whatever!)#sr. tnddr#killtime#gilbert beilschmidt
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Is Anders a sympathetic character, even if some disagree with his methods?
I would argue that Anders is a sympathetic character, even if one disagrees with his methods.
On one hand, some may argue that Anders is not a sympathetic character due to his extreme actions and the destruction caused by his actions in the game. They may see his methods as unjustifiable and his radicalization as unforgivable.
On the other hand, there are valid reasons to view Anders as a sympathetic character despite disagreeing with his methods. Firstly, his experiences as a mage living under Templar oppression and witnessing the abuse suffered by his fellow mages could evoke empathy. His desperation to fight for liberation and equality for mages can be seen as a noble cause, making his frustration relatable to those who have felt marginalized or oppressed.
Secondly, Anders' complex persona and development throughout the game can also elicit sympathy. He struggles with the spirit of Justice within him, leading to internal conflict and moral dilemma. This internal turmoil humanizes him and makes him a multi-dimensional character rather than a one-dimensional antagonist.
Furthermore, Anders tragic backstory and personal trauma, including his time in the Circle and the loss of his love, can evoke understanding and compassion. His experiences have shaped him into a character who feels justified in his extreme actions, adding layers to his motivations.
Also, some may argue that Anders' extremism, while controversial, can be seen as a result of a system that pushed him to the brink. The oppressive environment of Thedas, where mages are seen as inherently dangerous and are kept in check through harsh measures, may lead some to understand why Anders feels compelled to resort to drastic measures.
Finally, it's essential to consider the systemic issues within the world of Dragon Age that contribute to Anders' radicalization. The deep-seated conflict between mages and Templars, the Chantry's role in perpetuating oppression, and the lack of peaceful avenues for seeking change all contribute to a nuanced understanding of Anders actions.
To wrap this up, while there are arguments against sympathizing with Anders, there are also compelling reasons to view him as a sympathetic character despite disagreeing with his methods. His experiences, internal struggles, and the systemic issues at play in Thedas all contribute to a complex portrayal of a character whose actions may be questionable but whose motivations and background inspire understanding and empathy. (I'm kind of tired of how the games try to portray these issues)
#ask#anders dragon age#dragon age 2#dragon age#I'm not sure what they were thinking when they tried to paint him as the bad guy#honestly the writing can be a bit better#Anders
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