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furubabasket · 1 month

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dunmeshi posting today (spoilers ahead for manga marcille stuff)

i feel like there is so much to say and analyze about the fact that marcille's biggest--realest--fear is outliving everyone around her... specifically within the world of dungeon meshi that kui has created.

marcille's fear will certainly happen. (maybe not with falin, if her lifespan has been dragonified, but there's no way for us or for falin or marcille to know this yet.) and marcille has already watched every single one of her close friends die--temporarily. sometimes the circumstances have been dicey (or in falin's case nearly impossible) in ways that caused mounting dread and very real fear (in a way that seems uniquely upsetting in a world which has gotten somewhat blase about dungeon deaths--to have casual hope and to lose it), not even mentioning the initial shock, but so far, loss has not been final for marcille in recent years. that makes it hit all the harder when she has to contend with the possibility of falin being Dead For Good (such as when they couldn't find her bones in the dragon's stomach).

the thing that makes me absolutely sick about this is how marcille ends up just... having to swallow that her fear will come to pass. she just has to accept that both the "fix" she hoped for (the possibility of equalizing racial lifespans) is unethical and the "fix" she ALREADY USED (dungeon revivification) is impossible to implement everywhere. she just has to accept that no matter what, even in a world where death and loss isn't always final, she is doomed to experience it anyway or else succumb to the abusive and addictive pull of the demons' "security" like thistle and mithrun. (sidenote: all of the dungeon lords being elves, iirc, is telling and tragic.) I love the ending of dunmeshi and find it so compelling, and yet this is something that sticks out to me as so, so importantly "unresolved" even if I can't fully articulate it. marcille is not over this, and she can't be--while everyone else looks to the future, by definition hers is darker. that's going to take a lot more time to come to terms with. the moral is that whole "eating is the special privilege of the living," right? the moral comes down to "life involves hurting and being hurt, and that is the way of things, no matter how we run from it... but that doesn't have to be soul-crushingly depressing." marcille's friends are aware of the burden she has. they talk with her about her fears and comfort her without minimizing them. they help her feel less alone in what is a completely alienating existence. it's so fucking sad. it's horrifically sad! she got to save falin--but for how long? she got to save falin--but what about the next one? she got to save falin--why is that okay, but she isn't allowed to "have" everyone else? saving falin was only possible because of the help of a demon and forbidden magic, and while it's presented creepily, as readers we're certainly meant to root for falin's return. it's a "good" thing. it's the entire point of the first act, and the entire point of the very last. it's the good ending. it's happy! it's hard-won! and yet marcille needs to learn to accept death.

this dissonance is intentional, of course, and that's what makes it so fucking interesting. of course marcille goes crazy for a second. of course she struggles and obsesses. everyone else, functionally, gets to have what she wants! everyone else gets to "have" the dead now, no strings attached, no abnormal amount of future grief to carry. (for the opposite, past loss, imagine being kabru: being raised from the dead--watching your friends get casually revived--paying for the privilege--and thinking of your long-dead mother, who didn't get this chance, and wondering how easy it could have been.) in the future, when marcille's losses come, the dungeon's rules won't be around to protect her anymore from that cold, dull finality. it'll be real when it wasn't before. and she just has to be cool with that. man. MAN.

#marcille donato #marcille dungeon meshi #dunmeshi spoilers #falin touden #i have extra feelings about this having lost a friend young in real life #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon

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tahthetrickster · 1 month

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man,,,,,,,,, i keep thinking about the scene where marcille was telling her friends about her dream to make it so everyone lived for a thousand years and her friends, the people she loves, the people she’s so terrified of losing, the people she’s doing all of this for, laugh at her. they laugh at her. not at the idea of the races living longer, but at the very idea of living as long a lifetime as marcille is doomed to live. it’s so unreasonable as to be a joke to them. marcille is terrified beyond reason of having to live long enough to watch everyone she’s ever loved live and grow old and die in front of her, and her loved ones laugh at her about it.

her loved ones that only a few hours earlier she’d had sprawled around her, dead. marcille all by herself, surrounded by her loved ones, dead, outliving them all already. her worst fear come to life. her nightmare made real right in front of her. even if only for a moment. even for a moment.

and they laughed at her.

can you imagine how lonely she felt in that moment? none of them would understand. none of them could ever understand.

it’s only her. nobody else but her, and the winged lion. another creature of longevity.

just them.

no wonder she succumbed to temptation so readily.

#dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi manga spoilers #marcille makes me so sad she makes me SO fucking sad

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visenyaism · 11 months

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Top 5 asoiaf historical characters or top 5 povs to read from ?

my favorite chapter of all time still goes to the tyrion boat school chapter in adwd but in terms of favorite POVs to read?

6. joncon- giving myself a bonus one to talk about how reading his chapters made me feel like i was dissolving like a powerpoint transition. there’s just so much grief and love and bitterness and doom packed into there it is unreal.

5. sam- gender. he is just so special i’ve never read a fantasy protag quite like samwell tarly and his quest to realize his compassion, empathy, and courage are his greatest strengths despite being discouraged by hypermasculine violent feudal society. he is the real protagonist of asoiaf to me.

4. jonsnow- i liked his pov’s in all the books, but ADWD where he is just trying as hard as possible not to be the protagonist after going though like 4 different genres (can u BELIEVE he started off as a boarding school protagonist) even though he literally has super strengthis so beloved to me. His ongoing crisis where he has to realize that despite everything everyone tries to impose on him he has only ever been just himself is so so real (just as real as him being king beyond the wall. btw) though getting immediately killed for it has to be a downer. MY son was turncloak of the month at castle black👍

3. Jaime- he’s funny. he’s cringe. he stares a lot for someone who can’t fight. he’s delusional. he can’t fit a whole knight in his head. he hasn’t emotionally matured past the age of seventeen. everything he says is insane and also heartbreaking. i love jaime POVs so much y’all don’t get it.

2. Cersei- reading cersei i for the first time last year rewired my brain and i was loud about it. Unlike cersei i was not raised by a fascist nightmare but as a nonbinary girltwin i can say that getting raised alongside a direct example of what your life would’ve been like without misogyny can be very hard, especially when you hit puberty and the “your brother is a person and you are the girl one” starts to get even louder. I was fucking alarmed how personally compelling her weird gender thoughts were given EVERYTHING else the Lannister twins have going on that is NOT personally relevant to me. Don’t know how george rr martin old cishet man that he is knew about any of that.

She’s completely delusional, and at times her mental gymnastics are so so fucking funny, but the like roiling layer of unspeakable (literally unspeakable she refuses to speak or acknowledge it) pain and fear underneath is what got me really. Watching her scheme out of arrogance and mortal terror really just to gain respect and bodily autonomy (though in the Tywin way where freedom from abuse and the “right” to abuse others are the same thing) and then just losing everything incredibly fucking hard was really compelling. i hope you win.

1. Melisandre- wait i said another chapter was my favorite of all time in this post? no i didn’t not when melisandre i is in the room. i have talked about this one extensively and probably will do so again. Finding out that r’hllor is literally her enslaved and her entire black and white apocalyptic worldview is her attempt to feel safe within that truth because she is still just a scared little girl at heart who needs what she’s saying to be true because if it’s not none of her suffering was worth it was the revelation of all time. That and the revelation that she actually does have a human attachment to Davos to the point that she’s watching over his son to spare him the grief. We WILL get melisandre ii in this lifetime and it will break my heart all over again because she is going to outlive stannis and have to survive the worldview shattering.

#i am a PROUD cognitive dissonance unreliable narrator enjoyer. and AFFC’s strongest soldier #asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #listen i love all the regulars. there’s just so many heavy hitters in affc and adwd #WAIT THEON. NOOOOOOO

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restinslices · 5 months

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Mortality

Jesper Fahey x Spouse (no gender specified) Word count: 2150 Summary: You and Jesper aged differently. You aged as any Otkazat’sya did. Jesper on the other hand is Grisha and ages much slower. As your mortality gets closer and closer, you and Jesper have a much needed talk. Wrote this on my phone at midnight😀

People could say a lot of negative things about Jesper Fahey.

He was a shit gambler, a flirt, a drunk, he didn't think, he could be selfish at times, he could give you a headache with one sentence, among other things that could make anyone go in the opposite direction.

But it was impossible to say he wasn't loving. Jesper held onto people and treated everyone like family, even when there were conflicts. There were plenty of times when you and Jesper would have a disagreement, yet he still looked at you like he'd both die and kill for you. Jesper could sometimes make promises he'd easily break for the right price. The promises he made to you though? There was no card game, no shiny gun, no heist, no amount of cash that could make him turn on you.

Jesper supposed that's how he got himself to where he was now and honestly? He wasn't sure he liked it.

Was it selfish to say apart of him wished you two never became something more or maybe that he never met you? Was it selfish to look at your aging body and wish he walked away and stayed away after The Ice Court heist? Maybe. He wasn't sure he cared though.

Aging gave him a tap on the shoulder, but aging slammed into you. That didn't mean you were unattractive in his eyes, it just meant your body felt the stings of aging. Bad knees, hips, shoulder pains, wrinkles, all that was normal and expected. Jesper practically looked the same as he did when you two met. You were closer to death but he felt like the true ghost; forever stuck in a single moment. No changes to himself, only to his environment and the people around him.

Or maybe even a time loop, but only for himself. Everyone else was free and moved on. Not him though.

Jesper didn't realize he was staring until you said something,

“A penny for your thoughts?”.

“What?”

“You're staring”

“Oh” Jesper said with realization, “an accident”. Partially true.

He smoothed out the blankets in front of him to distract himself but that worked as well as anyone would imagine. Your face was imprinted on his mind, and although Jesper could've just laid down and went straight to sleep, he knew it'd be all he'd see when he closed his eyes.

Jesper heard you close and set your book down, then felt your eyes on him.

“What're you doing?”

“Smoothing these blankets. They're quite wrinkly”

“Why?”

“Why? Why does anyone do anything?”

You sighed, “why won't you look at me?”

“I'm getting rid of the wrinkles on this blanket like I said”

“Because you can't get rid of mine?”. Jesper's hands stopped moving and he finally looked at you and another wave of sorrow hit him. Why did your inevitable death hit him so hard?

Maybe it was because you were the last one left.

Kaz, Inej, Wylan, Matthias, they were all gone by now. Matthias’ death was the first hit he received since his mom passed and as time went on the rest of his family, even if not by blood, passed on. Sure, he had Nina but Nina’s home was Ravka. Nina was more often busy than not and she was not the fondest of Kerch. Many times you suggested moving to Ravka for a “change of scenery”. He knew the truth though. You wanted him to get used to living somewhere else so he could be closer to Nina and not alone. You were the last consistent thing attached to his younger life and by some twist of fate, he'd be doomed to outlive majority of the people he met. He wondered if he did something awful in a past life to deserve this.

“You've gone quiet again Jes”

He shook his head. “I don't know what to say”

“Too much on your brain? Don't know how to get it out?”. He assumed you took his silence as an answer because next you said “just say whatever, even if it doesn't make sense”.

He took a deep breath then. It's not like you two hasn't talked about this before, but it was usually a small conversation that he'd slip his way out of with some dumb excuse.

“I have something to do”. “I'm tired”. “Let's go eat”. “I have to go write a letter”. The list went on and on. This time though he couldn't think of an excuse and with limited time, he knew he had to speak to your living body now instead of a tombstone.

“I don't think I'm ready to do this without you”

“Do what?”

“Live”. It came out breathy and quiet. He could tell he had upset you by how deep your frown was. Or maybe that was another sign of aging. He couldn't tell.

“I can't do it”.

“Yes you can”

“I can't”

“Jesper Fahey you can break into a Fjerdan Ice Court, escape, survive months at sea with Kaz Brekker, go toe to toe with every gang in Ketterdam and you still use the words 'I can't’?”. In any other circumstance he would've laughed and made some comment about how amazing he is. He didn't this time though. Nothing really felt enjoyable or funny anymore. Not when you could have some attack at any moment and be gone.

“You're beautiful,” he said. “Absolutely stunning. I don't think I've ever seen anything as beautiful as you”

“There's the stars and sea yet I’m the most beautiful thing you've seen?”.

He nodded. “Absolutely”.

“Is that why you're with me then? My charming looks?”

“You could look like all things wrong with the world and I'd still want you”

“Jesper the poet? I think I like it”. Your fragile hand held his and your eyes locked onto his. “You can live without me-”

“I can't”. The tears he had been fighting so hard to keep away finally slipped. He didn't bother wiping them away, too scared to let go of your hand. “I wanna be able to but I can't”

“Why?”.

“Why?”, he repeated. “I just can't”.

Your thumb rubbing over his hand soothed him for a moment, but only a moment. That calmness died when you spoke again.

“If this is hard for you, you can go. You don't have to see me like this”

“Where would I go?”, he asked with furrowed brows and a mix of hurt and confusion etched on his face.

You shrugged. “Ravka maybe? Make it your new home-”

“My home is here. With you”

“You'll have to find a new one when I go”.

His hand slipped from yours, frustration building in his chest. It all sounded so easy but it was only easy because you were the one dying. You wouldn't have to feel another part of you ripped away. You wouldn't feel anything anymore. He would.

He'd think about it almost everyday and a hole would form in his chest and pull him into this thick fog and within this fog he'd hear the future. He'd hear a heart monitor go flat. He'd hear your breathing become shallow before it eventually stopped. He'd hear his own crying. Yet you would come along and act as if everything was alright. You'd be calm and fine while he was breaking on the inside.

“Jesper Fahey, I am going to die and there's nothing you can do about it”.

“What?”

“Jesper Fahey, I am going to die and there's nothing you can do about it”.

“Stop”.

But you didn't stop. You repeated it again and again and he thought he must've been hallucinating and finally reached his breaking point. He covered his ears but you grabbed his hands and intertwined your fingers with his. You opened your mouth but he cut you off with a broken voice.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because you don't understand you can't control this”

“I understand fully” he said quickly. “That's the whole problem. Can you stop being calm and show some sort of emotion for once?”

“What do you want me to do? To cry? To think about it and stress myself to a migraine like you do everyday?”. He hated how you looked at him then; with pity. It felt like with one foot in the grave, you'd always use the other to stay near him and soothe him and it made him feel selfish. “You wanna know how I feel?”. He didn't answer but you continued anyway. “I am terrified of death. Faith exists to calm us of this fear but honestly, I'm still scared. I don't know what's next. I don't know how it'll feel. I don't know if I'll see a light or if I'll be in darkness. I don't know how I'll go out and I don't know how it'll feel to take my last breath. I'm terrified but worrying about it everyday? That's not living. I'll be on my deathbed slipping away and all I'll think about is how I should've lived more”

“You are so stressed about me dying but honestly Jes? You're just making yourself live through the inevitable every single day. We should be loving each other now more than ever when we have the time. We're gonna get to my final moments and we'll both have regrets, the only difference is you'll have to live with yours”.

Jesper couldn't help but let tears fall from his eyes. He knew you were right and that he should be holding you close during this time, but he couldn't help but listen to the tiny voice in his head that drove him insane everyday. Everyday was a reminder that for some unknown reason, he'd live much longer. Years would pass and he'd forget your face and always have to look at pictures or letters to remember you. One day he'd even forget your voice. How long would that take? 10 years? 20? 30?

The more he thought, the more his breathing became erratic and his vision blurred. Blinking away tears didn't work. They'd just come back. You guided his head to your shoulder before your hand found its way to his back to rub circles on it. Jesper wasn't known to cry, but he cried. Hard. And you let him. When his breathing returned to normal, it wasn't because he was no longer sad. It was because he was exhausted. His eyes and nose had gone red by now and his face felt incredibly sore.

When he quieted down, you spoke again. “I want to love you while I still can but if you don't want to see what'll eventually happen… I’m… I'm willing to let you go”. It was hard for you to say. He could tell because of how quiet it came out. Were you willing to? Probably. Did you want to? Absolutely not. He didn't need to ask or look at you to know.

Jesper had a big choice to make. He stayed, spent the rest of your life with you and eventually buried you or he could leave and try to get a jumpstart at a new life. He wouldn't see age continue to eat at you and when your time came, he wouldn't be there. He'd be leaving you alone. He probably wouldn't know exactly when you died. Years would pass and he'd just guess that you were gone.

Jesper was ashamed of how long it took him to make a decision. Leaving seemed so good. The pain of watching you continue to grow old would be no more, but then he'd be left with another pain; the pain of never seeing you again. Of knowing he abandoned you when all you wanted was to hold him close. You had no family and no notable friends besides him and Nina now. You'd probably be found and with no one to identify you, who knew what would become of your body in Kerch. A body with no name. And he'd become a body with no home.

“I'm not going anywhere”. He finally lifted his head up to look at you and although he still felt that pang in his heart, he didn't look away and try to avoid your gaze. He just looked at you, mapping every detail of your face so he could look back and remember just how beautiful you were when you're gone.

“I am so going to miss you”

“Of course you will” you said with a small smile and you finally got a chuckle out of him, even if it was small.

You didn't have forever. You both knew you were on limited time and one day you'd be apart, but you both promised to love and cherish the time you still had together and maybe, just maybe, you'd see each other in the next life when the sun finally set on the both of you.

I am feral for this man in the most wholesome way possible. Legit just wanna hold his hand and hear him talk about dumb shit.

#shadow and bone #six of crows #crooked kingdom #six of crows imagine #six of crows jesper #six of crows x reader #six of crows x you #six of crows x y/n #jesper fahey #jesper fahey x reader #jesper fahey x you #Jesper fahey one shot #Jesper fahey x y/n #Do not let this flop or istg-#shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone oneshot #shadow and bone imagine #grishaverse

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whywhatswrongwithblue · 1 year

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I said I’d elaborate on this later so here goes

WHY TENTOO X ROSE IS THE PERFECT ENDING

A lot of people think tentoo x rose is a happy ending only within the scope of the show—as in, it’s the best possible outcome considering that it’s a tv show and that David and Billie couldn’t have stayed on forever.

I fundamentally disagree.

(disclaimer that this is just my opinion and I think people can and should write whatever makes them happy!!)

Let’s imagine David and Billie were immortal and were willing to stay on the show forever—tentoo x rose is still the happiest ending they could’ve had.

Why? Here’s a few things we need to understand—

1) Doomsday would’ve happened even if Billie didn’t leave the show in s2

Doomsday, or a doomsday-equivalent, would’ve happened anyway. The Doctor and Rose would’ve been split up somehow simply because a relationship between an immortal and mortal is inherently doomed. Even if their separation wasn’t sudden and accidental, it would happen. The Doctor and Rose were doomed from the start, and this is a huge part of why the Doctor never actually acts on his feelings (he was only going to confess his feelings on BWB the first time because he genuinely thought he would never see Rose again.) I do believe that if Doomsday hadn’t happened, they would’ve eventually gotten into some sort of relationship, simply due to the intensity of their feelings, but it would never be carefree! The Doctor would be constantly burdened by the fact that he’s going to have to live for centuries after this human, and he’d never let himself be 100% open and vulnerable with the woman he loves. Because it’s going to really, really hurt soon enough.

2) Being immortal is NOT A GOOD THING

Now you might say, the earlier problem could be solved simply by making Rose immortal—she’d stay with the Doctor forever and she’d never have to leave him, but a constant theme throughout seasons 1-4 is that immortality is not desirable. There is a constant motif of “living too long”, whether it be from Jack, the Face of Boe (cough), or the Doctor himself. Things are only precious and meaningful because they end—the human way of doing things? Fast, and bright, and temporary? It’s the right way. One of the many reasons the Doctor loves Rose is because she’s human—it’s a big part of why he’s attracted to her in the first place. Besides, an immortal Rose would mean having to outlive her family, her friends, everyone she’s ever known—who else has experienced that? Oh, yeah. The Doctor. And I can’t imagine him wanting her to go through the same thing under any circumstances.

3) The Doctor wanted to be human.

The Doctor, and the Tenth Doctor in particular, wants to be human. It’s peppered here and there throughout the first four seasons, but there’s this underlying current of wistfulness in him (“I’ve never had a life like that”; “The one adventure I can never have”), not to mention the entirety of the Human Nature two parter, and I think to some extent Rose makes him feel human, and it’s his alienness that’s the big barrier in their relationship. She makes him want to be human, to be loved and to be free to love her as he wants to.

4) Rose constantly has to choose between her mum and the Doctor.

Now to be clear, there is no doubt in my mind that Rose would choose the Doctor over her mum. She has, several times, and I believe it’s totally in character.

But she shouldn’t have to! She shouldn’t have to choose between the Doctor and everything else that’s important to her, that makes her human. She shouldn’t have to be forced to never settle down because “the doctor never would” or to eventually become someone that isn’t Rose anymore, centuries and planets away from everything that made her her.

The Doctor doesn’t want this for her either.

Every time she has to make this particular choice, it breaks her heart, and it sure as hell doesn’t make the Doctor happy either. Tentoo gives her the chance to keep them both!❤️

5) The “happy” ending.

I know that ending up together and eventually having a kid is a very cliche happy ending, and I don’t think they’d be unhappy without a kid, but isn’t the sheer possibility a good thing?

It never would’ve been possible with the Time Lord Doctor, be it the differing physiology or the fact that he wouldn’t allow it to go so far. It would be something he could never give her, as his original self.

But tentoo could.

As has been pointed out in the discourse several times by @metacrisisdoctor (who you should totally follow btw!) so much of Ten and Rose’s season 2 arc is centred around domestics and settling down. They were always headed for this!

For a character as lonely as the Doctor to have someone to call his own, to not be the last of his species any more—that’s powerful stuff! He finally gets to have the full human experience, with all its ups and downs, and sure, it’s a very ordinary adventure but it is no less important 🥺

To conclude, Journey’s End is bittersweet, but it’s no roughshod, hastily put together ending because the cast wanted to leave. There was a LOT of thought put into it, and I will be forever grateful that a pairing as doomed as tenrose, somehow, MIRACULOUSLY, got a happy ending❤️

#*mine #meta #super messy but yeah this is the wavelength I’m on rn #rose tyler #tentoo #tentoo x rose #tentoorose

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tinkerbitch69 · 4 months

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Ok, so I talked about this in the tags of a previous post but I think it’s something I wanna discuss on its own. I know everyone likes to believe the mysterious woman in the end of time was the doctor’s mum but I’ve always liked the idea that it was a regenerated Susan.

Not only does it make her character more impactful if it’s someone we’ve seen before and we know how strong a bond she has with the doctor but also bringing in the doctor’s granddaughter in the same episode he forms such a strong bond with wilf, Donna’s grandad, makes their kinship even more poignant. Wilf is terrified of losing Donna and the doctor understands that pain cuz he lost his own granddaughter in the war.

Also it makes sense considering Susan was such a big character in eight’s big finish era and we know she was present on gallifrey thanks to susan’s war so it easily could be her. Even though it would have been nice to see Carole Ann ford again it also makes sense she would have regenerated at least once in such a massive conflict like the time war. Also it makes that look of recognition and hurt on his face even worse as in that moment he is dooming not just the time lords to their death but his own granddaughter as well. Someone who should have long outlived him and he loves with all his hearts is now dead by his own hand. Twice.

Fuck me man, that hurts so bad but Susan doing all that the mysterious woman did for her grandad hurts so good.

#bittersweet #like the best of endings #doctor who #dw #doctor who meta #the end of time #time lords #susan foreman #susan’s war

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chewydolls · 5 months

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QSMP x Ever After High characters that remind me of them

Quackity x Duchess Swann

Bitchy ™

Quackity/ElQ and White Swan/Black Swan parallels

Yearning for romantic love

Resented guys who think they were doomed from the start to be unlovable, cursed to stay at the sideline watching with jealousy as their peers get the happy ending they could never hope to achieve

They actually have the means to take agency over their fate, but this requires some healing and introspection that the respective villains from their worlds are direct or indirectly preventing them from doing

Still, happiness most likely won't come in the way they fantasize bout

Feathers? Birbs??? Idk

Jaiden x Briar Beauty

They're both associated with roses

Their arcs are shaped by grief: in Briar's case the certainty of outliving all her friends makes her mourn the life she knows while they're still alive; and Jaiden was deeply shaken by Bobby's death

That doesn't stop them from aligning themselves with the very oppresive organization that stood by and let the tragedy happen, but:

a) They are hurt and going with what is familiar to them

b) They will be chaotic af about it

Agent of chaos aligning with Order can you picture that

They're bffs with figures that uphold the status quo, to varying degrees of how much power they actually have in the grand scheme of things (Cucurucho and Apple)

Isolation is a big theme in the Sleeping Beauty story, and that resonates a lot with Jaiden's arc and how she got close to Cucurucho at her lowest point vs how Briar tries to stay loyal to the Royals even when it hurts her and her closest friends, because Apple is her bestie and was always there for her

Roier x Briar Beauty (again)

A mimir

The whole Animations family is very Briar-coded, actually

Everything I said about Briar's grief works for him, especially the part of mourning people who are still alive bc the threat of being the last person standing weights over them

Just... the concept of being the last person alive as your kingdom is ruined and the vines break the beautiful stained glass of your castle and your bed is covered in thorns ✨️

"Living in fear is not living" vs "If I'm gonna sleep for a hundred years, I've got to live it up now!"

They're so good at keeping a "silly guy" act that few people can tell when they're actually sad

Outgoing and charismatic personality but still end up feeling isolated

Special little guy shipped with the confrontational, off-putting little freak (Spiderbit, Briar/Faybelle)

Pac x Blondie Lockes

I'll give it to you they're not that similar but:

Chisme? Gossip?? Fofoca???

Pros at breaking and entering

Drawn to scary creatures with sharp teeth

Cellbit x Alistair Wonderland

You thought I was gonna pair him with Raven, right? Wrong!

Men only know how to do 3 things: solve puzzles, play chess and be absolutely smitten for their partners

Came to the island/eah by accident and immediately got in the nerves of the authorities

Both were abandoned in a dangerous land by the people who later became their found family (not his friends fault, in Alistair's case, totally justifiable in Cellbit's)

In the unlikely scenario where I did pair him with Raven, Felps would 100% be his Maddie, k?

Felps x Maddie Hatter

I'm not doing 1:1 crossover but Alistair/Cell being besties with Maddie/Felps works too i guess

Chaotic, unpredictable, barely comprehensible, they will encourage their bffs to be the best version of themselves while also enabling them to do the dumbest shit possible

Part of a weird polycule that by all means shouldn't be there but they decided to make it everyone else's problem

Signature Food (pasta/tea)

Tina x Cerise Hood

Deeply self-conscious about their identity, hiding under a semblance of innocence so no one notices their monstrous/demon heritage

Actively hiding a part of themselves (horns/ears)

Despite that, they still instigate their friends to be unhinged, as long as they can be on their good side

#qsmp #roier is very sleeping beauty coded to me

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bahoreal · 10 months

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i literally dont understand how torchwood could have spun off from light silly doctor who 2005 with the tall skinny guy and his fancy hair :-) and it was like eye myles screaming kicking dragging time and space in her clenched fist to bring the man she loves back it was a doomed man getting the first real kiss of his life before walking to his death it was the worst of humanity murdering people who crossed their path for sick tradition it was desperation to be seen and loved so strong it let you endanger everyone you know it was the deep selfish desire of human nature and what that means when you have the world in your hands it was so fucking MUCH its not the same genre as doctor who at all yet captain jack fits in both somehow as this awful tragic sympathetic antihero who loves and loves and loves knowing he'll outlive everyone knowing it will hurt him knowing everyone will die he just does it every time

#torchwood s1 and 2 is THE STANDARD they didnt think theyd get anything so they went SO HARD with every episode #i love this shitty show honestly what rhe fuck we need scifi with plotlines like this again #this is such a ramble im sorry just. this show means so much to me

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anachronistic-falsehood · 1 year

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guys this polygun roadtrip fic is driving me insane. i have their entire lives planned out in this au i’ve got a timeline in my head. they meet in college. everyone’s got trauma except milly and meryl but HOOO BOY MERYL’S GONNA GET THERE!!!! also Milly is homesick but feels like she can’t complain because everyone’s got it worse yk!!! milly and meryl are roommates (oh my god they were roommates) and are the first to start dating. Meryl was an intern for Roberto back home and he’s like a weird uncle to her and he visits often. he dies in her second year!! doomed by the narrative ass. so now she’s got issues <3 eventually all five of them start dating, still trying 2 figure out the order tbh but they do get there and they help each other heal and recover and they love each other so so much <3 i might actually. write a fic abt their college days but idk

and then!! they get an apartment together!! it’s small and cramped but it’s theirs and they love it. and then the road trip shenanigans occur. and then after that Meryl gets a job as a reporter and Milly starts working at an insurance agency and Vash works as a barista but he’s kind of terrible at it <3 and Wolfwood does shit like officiate weddings and Livio tries to work customer service for a while but he cries whenever a customer yells at him so eventually he gets really into art and stuff and does some other busywork on the side. and then they can get a house!!! they have a kid and she is the light of their life. they start fostering a shit ton of kids as well and their daughter is never without friends or siblings. they have so so much love to give.

wolfwood. dies in his late fifties/early sixties. lung cancer gets him. the others are devastated but they knew it was coming like a year before it happened so they hope they did everything he wanted before he died. their daughter, ambitious go-getter that she is, starts a full charity in his name. she takes care of the orphanage when miss melanie retires.

livio goes next, years and years in the future, maybe early eighties. he’s been through a lot but he’s okay, yk? he’s ok now. it’s an illness that gets him, and his old immune system can’t take it, but he knows he’s on his way out and he’s ok with it. (the others are far from okay, especially vash, but they try not to let it show until after he’s gone.)

milly’s next. she makes it to ninety. she goes in her sleep, just goes to bed one night and doesn’t wake up. it’s peaceful. meryl and vash take solace in that.

meryl makes it to ninety-eight. she goes the same way as milly does. vash is tired.

nai and vash both make it to a hundred. nai dies just before their one-hundred-and-first birthday. vash dies just a day later. he outlived everyone, like he does in every universe, but this time he got to spend it all with the people he loves. and he’s ok with that.

#whiskey yelling into the void #OK. SORRY. THIS GOT OUT OF HAND #but that’s the timeline for my modern au i swear to god i just meant for this post to explain the timeline not THIS #*thru tears* anyway first chapter of roadtrip fic soon </3 stay tuned boys #and by soon i mean maybe this weekend maybe this afternoon WHO KNOWS!!!!

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theaggresivepacifist · 1 year

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luthen, andor, and rogue one

The doom has finally come upon me, I care about a piece of Star Wars media (everyone who’s here for Stranger/SF, forgive me and avert your eyes from the spectacle that’s about to follow, unless you too share my obsession with the above topics)

We have to wait until 2024 apparently so please excuse me while I scream into the void about LUTHEN in the context of Rogue One -

- or more specifically his ghost, how Cassian becomes for Jyn Erso what Luthen is right now for him, because I’m obsessed. (Forgive any minor inaccuracies as, as I say, I have never really paid attention to Star Wars much before now, other than when Rogue One initially came out.)

We know that by the end of Andor S2, everything will have to have gone to absolute hell for the Rebellion and specifically Mon Mothma, who is forced to go fully into hiding with the Rebellion, and Saw Gerrera, who is badly injured and breaks away from the mainline Rebellion. There are apparently canonical reasons for that that are way too far over my head right now, but what interests me is that Luthen Rael, “Axis,” the master of the Rebellion’s spy network, one of its key strategists and financiers, who brought in the man who helps to ultimately secure the Death Star plans and turn the tide of war, is gone by the time we make it to Rogue One/the end of Andor. I can only assume, based on the foreshadowing we’ve seen so far, that he’s dead (more on that later).

Now enter Jyn in Rogue One. Like Cassian at the start of Andor S1, the Empire has separated her from her family. She too has been in the Empire’s prisons and what appear to be some kind of labor/mining camps. She’s been a child soldier, like Cassian in “the mud at Mimban.” She’s still hoping to be reunited with her father, just as Cassian is looking for his sister. She’s so beaten down that at this point, all she cares about survival, not rebellion. Sound familiar? And just as Luthen does for him in Andor S1, Cassian is the one who encourages her to take this war seriously, “to fight these bastards for real.” He becomes her handler, as Luthen is his, and works with her as she discovers her own reasons for wanting to fight the Empire.

And Cassian, from the first moment we see him in Rogue One, is the one making all of the horrible, messy, secret choices and sacrifices necessary to keep the rebellion going - killing his injured comrade rather than letting him be captured, using Jyn to get him to her father so that he can (unbeknownst to her) take him out. The kind of vicious, tragic decisions that Luthen had to make, or felt he had to - his “I’m damned for what I do,” Cassian’s “We’ve all done things we’re not proud of in the name of this rebellion.” Cassian knows about and has some kind of precarious dealings with Saw Gerrera - who was Luthen’s contact, as well as Jyn’s guardian, and now Luthen is gone. And as many people have already pointed out, Cassian and Jyn end up dying in the very goddamn poetic sunrise Luthen said he burns his own life for, and will never see. ARGH

In closing, a few theories on what might have happened to Luthen based on what we’ve seen so far, because I live for the angst and GOD I NEED TO KNOW:

1) Mon Mothma betrays Luthen to the Empire for some reason in the name of the greater good of the Rebellion, cementing what we already saw at the end of S1 re: her daughter – she’s beginning to take initiative in making ugly sacrifices for the cause.

2) Luthen dies for Cassian in some way, whether that’s protecting him or allowing Cassian to kill him, cementing his growing sentimentalism/that he’s tired of hiding and sacrificing love and connection, and wants to be a more humane person – to make the Rebellion more humane.

3) Luthen dies in some kind of fallout with Saw Gerrera, cementing the tensions there and the break with the main Rebellion. (Also, if this is not the case – the fact that Saw outlives Luthen is so ironic given what we know about them so far, how isolated Saw is and how central and well-connected Luthen is, and I wonder if that influenced Saw’s decision to leave the Rebellion. That would especially be true if Mon Mothma or someone else sold out Luthen.)

4) I doubt it, but Luthen betrays the cause because he’s tired of sacrifice, and either disappears or gets taken out by Mon Mothma, Cinta, etc., or Cassian (also would cement Cassian’s growing coldness and allegiance to the cause that we see in Rogue One, when he kills his own injured operative).

He could also just die in some tragic random way, which wouldn’t fulfill a narrative arc but would speak to the cost of war, and how even the greatest among the great can be brought down by chance, by a single cog in the machine, even by someone who’s just scared or following orders or unaware of what they’re doing. The show certainly has killed off a lot of its compelling characters quickly so far. There’s also potential for the arrestor cruiser incident to come back to bite him, because that was extraordinarily close and showy by Luthen’s standards, but that seems like too much of a stretch.

Anyways, I CAN’T BELIEVE I JUST WROTE 900 WORDS ON THIS and am so mad we won’t have closure until end of 2024, ow.

#the mouse corporation (god damn it) yet again coming for my throat with aging morally grey side characters in capes and fingerless gloves #(shoutout to captain barbossa; i guess Luthen is kind of the equivalent of a space pirate. Also works with treasure)#and btw I've seen people observe this on ao3 but sidenote Luthen and Saw have ABSOLUTELY fucked #their conversation post-Aldhani heist is very much two exes trying to be normal with each other so we can continue this rebellion energy #(in my opinion)#also poor cassian continuing to watch everyone around him die or get hurt or captured or uprooted because of him #i can only assume #anyways watch out for fic because the obsession is that bad right now #andor #rogue one #luthen #luthen rael #cassian andor #jyn erso #star wars #also oh my god where is kleya??? if luthen is gone where is kleya??? i hope she lives #sells off a bunch of antiques after the war's over and retires to a nice sunny planet somewhere #and finally: IS LUTHEN A JEDI??? I welcome all thoughts #first of all there's the weird-looking weapon Saw's guards took from him #and second and more compelling his language of 'i'm damned for what i do' is very strong and implies some kind of spiritual belief?#his list of his own negative qualities and the way he describes himself as a coward also seems very much like an ex-jedi's self reproach #but then again I like the thought of him being a regular person and also where is the Force use if he is a Jedi #but also if he suddenly unsheathes a lightsaber in whatever final battle he dies in I will SCREAM

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jew-flexive · 2 years

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frederick chase, legacy

thinking about frederick chase, who grew up in a family that knew about all the things everyone else couldn’t see, not because those things touched them, but because they used to. thinking about frederick chase, who’s a little too strong, sometimes, who’s a little too quick, sometimes, who has a strange aura of power that he didn’t earn but his great-great-great-grandfather did. thinking about frederick chase, who wants to be normal, who is almost normal, who is almost able to ignore the things that have too many eyes and razor sharp teeth and kill children in alleyways--but not him, never him, he doesn’t show up on their radar, not anymore. thinking about frederick chase, who is dizzingly, maddeningly grateful for his own cosmic insignificance because he knows what happens to heroes.

thinking about frederick chase, nerdy and goofy and gangly and too smart for his own good, but more or less a normal guy once he moves out of his parents’ house. thinking about frederick chase, who graduates summa cum laude studying heroics of the human kind and gets his pick of grad schools and flirts with another TA at three am while they both pretend to grade papers and ignore their research. thinking about frederick chase, who falls in love with gray eyes and sly grins and stubborn pride and shows that by arguing and teasing and fiddling with his glasses and showing off, just a little, just to make her laugh.

thinking about frederick chase, who takes her home to meet his family, only for his sister to gasp and his father to drop his wine glass and his mother to bite her lip and his brother to watch with wide, jealous eyes. thinking about frederick chase, whose blood is almost all red, whose life is almost all safe, whose legacy is almost all forgotten, it’s been so long, who’d almost escaped completely, whose feelings of betrayal are sharp, vicious things. thinking about frederick chase, confronting a goddess, terror and anger making his voice shake, and what that must have looked like, a mortal lecturing the divine, how that must have made athena wonder and plot and plan.

thinking about frederick chase, who wakes up exactly one year before he has to present his dissertation to a baby on his doorstep with his hair and her eyes who he knows just by looking at her is doomed, doomed, doomed. thinking about frederick chase, who lives off of coffee and ramen and hasn’t showered in a week and still isn’t even twenty-eight, who never wanted any of this, who was never asked if he did, who feels violated and alone and afraid. thinking about frederick chase, who tries to give the baby back because he knows what happens to kids in alleyways when the monsters (or the gods) are hungry and knows he’s not enough to protect her, who’s told he has no choice but to try.

thinking about frederick chase, who keeps his daughter because none of this is her fault and gods forbid athena take any responsibility for the life she created without his consent, who names her annabeth for favor and oathkeeping and grace, who raises her the best he can even though he’s convinced he’ll outlive her, his clever little miracle child who represents every single one of his parents’ warnings and all the ambitions his brother’s ever sought. thinking about frederick chase, who reads to her and braids her hair and puts her in a playpen with a box of legos while he teaches his classes and comes back to find her building temples and shrines and skyscrapers with her chubby toddler hands. thinking about frederick chase, who knows his daughter is smarter and more powerful than him, who knows exactly what all that wit and strength is meant to protect her from and how little either will matter, in the end.

thinking about frederick chase, who has every member of his family stolen from him before annabeth steals herself away. thinking about frederick chase, who never once blames her for it, who wants her safe, even if it that means being far, far away from him. thinking about frederick chase, who messes up and says the wrong thing and forgets, sometimes, that for all her cleverness, his daughter isn’t a mind reader and needs to be told that she is precious, that she is cherished, that she is everything he’s ever been afraid to lose. thinking about frederick chase, who doesn’t know how to raise a demigod, only how to mourn one, so he fails, and fails, and fails, no matter how hard he tries, no matter how deeply he loves.

thinking about frederick chase, who, when given the chance, shows his adoration by brainstorming new building ideas and telling old college stories and making midnight breakfasts and shooting at titans with celestial bronze bullets. thinking about frederick chase, who grows and shifts and tries to see his daughter in real time, not only in those last moments he knows are coming, when she’s that kid in the alleyway and he’s not enough, never enough to stop the monsters from coming for her. thinking about frederick chase, who never once makes his peace with it, but works for the rest of his life to earn his own peace with her.

#anyways guys I really love frederick chase #I feel like his entire character makes sense when you remember that he's a norse legacy #and that he never consented to having a child with athena #like. that's a violation on a pretty deep level #like he must have been terrified #he grew up with stories about how dangerous it was to be a half-blood and then one just falls in his lap #so he oscillates between closing his eyes to it and by obsessing over it #he was prepared to bury his child from the moment she was born guys #of course their relationship was tense #and of course he loved her. he just wasn't always very good at it #though it should be noted that annabeth waited for him to be out of town before she ran away #clearly she thought he would try to stop her #and I really think he would have #I just also think he understood the necessity of CHB on a visceral level and would have rather had her safe than with him #ANYWAY #frederick chase #annabeth chase #pjo #Percy jackson #magnus chase #mcgoa #hoo #Heroes of Olympus #riordanverse #chase family #Natalie chase #randolph chase #Athena pjo

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lya-dustin · 1 year

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Someone will remember us

Chapter 48

Cw: mentions of death, infant death, murder, casual use of the word r*pist, and typical hotd/got stuff

Taglist:@stargaryenx @mercedesdecorazon

Gif by @imagine-all-the-things

“Aemma is a dreamer.” Rhaenyra confronted Vaemond the moment he arrived in her chambers in Dragonstone.

“She is, did she tell you herself?” the Leviathan asked in suspicion.

They would never be friends, they would never care for each other, but they were allies.

In a different life, he would be dead and fed to Syrax, or so Aemma’s vision six moons ago had said.

“My father told me. Aemma was counseled against telling me by Rhaenys and Teora. They feared the nature of her visions could affect my health.” She can’t help but laugh at the irony.

Her little Visenya would be born dead, scaled and malformed due to poison, Jace would die trying to save Viserys from the Triarchy’s fleet and Luke would die over Strom’s End.

Aemond and Daemon would take each other out of this world, Criston Cole would be killed by a rain of arrows, Helaena would kill herself after her the death of her two sons and Alicent would die alone and imprisoned after having outlived her children and grandchildren.

Visions of doom her Aemma had been cursed with since she was eleven years old.

But one vision did not come true, so they are not completely without hope.

“I am sorry for your loss, your highness. I know the pain of losing a child.” He offers his condolences.

Daemion had died last year, he had been the eldest, barely twenty-five with a wife but no children to speak of.

He had been Laenor’s faithful squire, his shadow, knighted the morning of the funeral.

“May our children rest with our sacred dead, my lord.” The princess said.

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“No.” Aemma crossed her arms like a petulant child.

Aemond had warned her that Aemma would refuse to bend the knee before he left, but Alicent needed to try and sway the girl to their side.

She has a dragon; she is the Princess of Dragonstone now, Rhaenyra’s own heir. If she bent the knee to Aegon, it would bring many to their side and ensure a peaceful surrender.

“If you swear fealty to Aegon your family may bend the knee and there will be no war, Aemma.” Alicent did her best to convince the obstinate young lady.

Aemma laughed at her words, “War will come either way, do you think my mother’s supporters will let her put everyone’s neck on the chopping block without a fight? You do know your father and his council intend to kill us all no matter what horseshit he promises you?

What will you do when he puts Aemond to death because he’s a threat to your sweet rapist son?”

The girl is adamant that Aemond will be amongst the pile of bodies Aegon will sit on. It would never happen, Aemond was loyal, as loyal as Criston and she had raised him to be.

She uses the word rapist like a knife, cutting her at every turn and ruining what little love the people have for Aegon.

He was good at revelries, but selfish and unforgiving. A drunk, a lecher and weak.

He trained when he had to, but was mediocre at best, or so Criston would say.

But after Aemma whispered about how he forced himself on maids as young a four and ten, the courtiers and the smallfolk spoke of him in disgust.

Aegon was not liked by the smallfolk, no matter how much she and Helaena did, they never cared for him.

They will hate him more when winter comes and the resources set aside for it have been consumed in the war Otto Hightower has started.

“That will never happen, Aemma. Aemond is Aegon’s second and he is my father’s blood.” The queen wasn’t sure who she was reminding.

Her father wouldn’t kill Aemond, he was his grandson, there was nothing more accursed than a kinslayer.

“That won’t matter to him, all Aegon would need to be told is that he must choose between his brother or his sons.” The girl countered and then turned to begging, taking her hand and placing it on her belly.

“Let me go, let me take Silverwing and put this to rights. If not for my sake then for your grandchild’s.”

The queen falters when she feels the babe kick as if he were commanded to, as if to emphasize that he too is alive.

“I cannot.” Alicent said sadly. If Aemma leaves, what will happen when Aemond goes after her?

A child comes before a brother, what is duty when it means sacrificing your own child in its blood and tear soaked altar?

“Then you have my answer, your grace. I will not swear fealty to Aegon, you may break my legs and force me down, but I choose to die with honor than live in disgrace."

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“Where is Jeyne?” Helaena asked when the new handmaids served them tea.

“Gone, likely dead. Your dear mama came this morning and replaced my household with them.” Aemma tries to be nice, but today is one of those days where she cannot help being a bitch.

“Will you go to the coronation? You are the only one who believes me about the beasts under the floorboards.” Helaena whispered and yet it is not enough to stop the maids looking at her with pity.

They think she is insane, even her own mother believes she has a touch of the Targaryen madness. Makes for a miserable life.

“Let’s see the coronation will be held in the Dragonpit, dragons are under the great open hall. Do I have it right?” Aemma did not answer her question, but Hel will have forgotten with the solving of her riddle.

She likes riddles and puzzles, figures the Gods would speak to her in such.

“The Red Queen will be merciful, but the Green King will not be when they dance.” The princess, no, the queen nods and elaborates.

She means her grandmother, Rhaenys will be killed by Aegon. She will escape to Dragonstone after showing him mercy.

Gods, of course Aegon will not show mercy. Aegon who has never been kind a day in his life, Aegon who will see it as an insult and seek for a way to make Rhaenys regret not killing him when she had the chance.

“Gods have mercy.” Aemma said bracing herself for a life of agony thanks to Otto and Alicent.

“The gods have no mercy, that’s why they are gods.” Helaena said with a resigned sigh. Only Alicent actually has faith in the Seven. Prays and believes in them and all that.

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He comes back to find his wife dressed in riding garb.

“I am going to leave this place and you can either stand aside or come with me.” Aemma declared as she struggled lacing her boots on.

“How do you plan to get past the dragon keepers and the guards?” he asked kneeling to lace up her boots.

Aemond shouldn’t stop her, she is safer with Rhaenyra than here, but he has always been selfish.

Aemma was his wife, his confidant, the only other person besides Helaena he can confirm loves him unconditionally.

But she is not safe, and that should be his priority.

After the coronation he is to retrieve his brother, Daeron, from the Hightower and take him to Storm’s End where he will be offered to Floris or Ellyn Baratheon in exchange for an army.

Should they come for her, he will not be there to stop them.

Fuck. Fuck it all.

“You are not stopping me, why?” she asks in suspicion.

Because I am still thinking over, he wants to answer.

“Your highnesses, the Queen Mother is here to speak with you.” One of the maids, the ringleader and one he instinctively knows ratted Aemma out before he even returned, said as his mother waltzed as if it were just another morning.

“For your own safety and that of my grandchild, I am afraid I cannot let you leave.”

#aemma velaryon #someone will remember us fic #asoiaf fanfic #aemond targaryen x velaryon!oc #house of the dragon #oc fanfiction #asoiaf au #ocappreciationtag #fyeahhotdocs

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