#Moondance is trying not to think about something...

[the-sky-duo]

Starshadow feels like an only child, tbh.

Were either of you only children?

"Huh, that's uncanny because you're actually right, I am an only child. I don't give off that 'spoiled only-child energy', do I?"

"... ... ... No, I w- I'm not."

[dedalvs]

Someone on Reddit asked about a name like "Star Eater" in Valyrian for a dragon and I wanted to share my response here, as well.

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If you want my 2¢ on this, names like Star Eater, Moon Racer, Sun Chaser, etc. are good examples of Common Tongue dragon names, but not good examples of Valyrian dragon names. In the Common Tongue (a.k.a. English) it's easy to put together compounds and come up with names. This is much, much less likely to happen in Valyrian. You can do it, but, frankly, it sounds clunky and awkward.

To give you a real world example of this, here are some Song of Ice and Fire names translated into Spanish:

Storm's End: Bastion de Tormentas

King's Landing: Desembarco del Rey

Rattleshirt: Casaca de Matraca

The translators are trying their best, but these translations simply do not (a) convey the sense you get from the English, or (b) come off as natural-sounding Spanish names. This is exactly what you get when you translate things like "Moondancer" or "Dark Sister" into Valyrian.

A more natural way to create a Valyrian name that sounds Valyrian is to start with your target word and embellish it. If you start with qēlos you might get Qēlazmia or Qēlalbrion, both of which might be kind of clunkily translated into English as "Great Star". In truth, there's no way to capture the sense of it with a single word in English because our morphology works differently. You'd have a better shot in Spanish (maybe Estrellona).

If you wanted to translate "Star Eater" literally, it'd be something like Qēlosipradaros. It is quite literally "star-eater", but it doesn't look like a Valyrian name. Think about all the Valyrian names you see in the book—for dragons and people: Daenerys, Aegon, Viserys, Meraxes, Aemon, Aenys, Rhaegar, Jaehaerys, Helaena, Rhaenyra, Daemon… They don't look that big. They don't look like compounds. They can essentially be broken down into three parts: (1) the main semantic content piece, (2) the augment (optional), and (3) the ending. Daemon, for example, looks about as basic as a Valyrian name gets. You have part (1) daem and part (3) -on. We see the ending -on a lot, so we know it's an ending, as opposed to -mon, for example. Daeneryslooks a little bigger, so you have part (1) daen, part (2) -er, and part (3) -ys. That is as big and complex as a Valyrian name gets.

If you look at the list of known dragons, the only time you see the English-y names for dragons are afterAegon's Conquest. And this makes sense. Once they're living in Westeros, the Targaryens start adopting Westerosi customs more and more: their language, their religion, their day-to-day practices... The younger Targaryens are essentially Common speakers that Valyrian as a heritage language. It makes sense that they'd name their dragons in the Common Tongue. There are a still a few Valyrian names mixed in, but that's also to be expected, depending on whether they want to honor their family's heritage or do something new that speaks to them.

In short, it doesn't make sense to render the Common Tongue names in Valyrian as they were never Valyrian to begin with. I'd say if you like the meaning "Stareater", do it in English. If you want a Valyrian name, build it up in a Valyrian way.

[the20thangel]

The Dragon and The Raven Chapter 13: The Dragon Princess

Summary: The Royal family tries to grieve for Prince Jacaerys, but many issues arise. This caused tensions to grow, especially between Aemma and her mother. Can Benjicot be the solution?

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The month after Prince Jacaerys’s death was tense. Many worried about what that meant for Rhaenyra’s reign, losing her heir and not automatically naming another. Many assumed the title of Heir would go straight to the Crown Princess, although many lords were slightly against it. Others thought it would go to Prince Joffrey, and many talked about how the prince should be brought to Dragonstone to take on his lessons in becoming an heir. Although these were just speculations from the court in Dragonstone, nothing will be certain until the Queen herself decides. 

The Queen and her family took this month to have a month of mourning, keeping in communication with their allies but spending most of the time mourning Jace. Aemma and Baela leaned on each other more than ever, missing the Dragon Prince terribly. It worried Aemma that Baela seemed to grow sick, as food did not sit well with her step-sister lately. Baela, in hopes of easing her grief, moved her things into Jace’s room to be closer to him; the poor girl cried every night as she lay on his, now her bed. Aemma was doing her best to be her support, but her own grief was taking a toll on her. She also had to be there for her son, Jaesys, who was growing so fast. Gone was her little babe that was placed in her arms. Now, he was a cute cubby baby with dark raven hair highlighting round cheeks and beautiful purple eyes. Aemma felt conflicted in feeling such joy at one point with her son but then struck with grief at another. Thankfully, Ben was her rock, having a similar experience from his own grief of knowing that his father, mother, and twin not being alive to love his son. He only had his aunt Aly, who was back in Harrenhal, only able to send ravens back and forth. 

After a week to grieve with his wife and daughters, Daemon left to finish the rest of the triarchy fleet, leaving one lone boat to return to Essos. So, the stories of the true dragon family would make news, and the Triarchy regret ever allying with the green pretenders. Once he finished, he expressed his desire to continue holding Harrenhal for Rhaneyra, to which she agreed, not wanting to leave their allies vulnerable to an attack from the greens.

While Rhaenyra and Rhaenys held onto each other, both knowing the pain of losing two children so close to one another. Rhaenys regrets not being closer to the Prince; she saw alot of Jacaerys in little Jaesys, and it was eating her up that she was never close to the boy, for Laenor would be upset with her for not trying to have a better relationship with her grandson. Rhaenyra was drowning in her grief, another of her sweet boys taken from her. She couldn’t help but start blaming herself; she had lost two of her sweet, dark-haired boys. Both heirs in their own rights, she couldn’t help but try to find the faults in her methods of raising them; she had to fail at something, thinking that she had to be why her boys were taken. She knew she needed an heir but couldn’t bring herself to name one. She did not want to replace Jacaerys quickly, and she did not want to place the burden on her now two eldest, Aemma and Joffrey. 

Rhaenyra’s inner turmoil was broken suddenly; she raised her head from her hands as she heard dragons singing. Walking to her balcony, she was greeted with a sight that made her smile slightly. Moondancer, Sliverwing, and Seasmoke danced in the air as two dragons held riders. Sliverwing took the most, with two adults and one child on her back. As the dragons passed, she frowned at Baela's pale face and furrowed brows; her stepdaughter was grappling with a sudden illness lately. It started a few days ago, and Maester Geradys had yet to find a cause. Of course, it could just be the grief taking a toll on her, she understood, going through something similar from Visenya and Lucerys. As Sliverwing passed her, Aemma slowed her dragon to greet her mother. With a small smile, she and Ben inclined their heads to show respect, with little Jaesys cooing, strapped to his mother’s chest. 

Rhaenyra’s heart clenched, memories of strapping a young dark-haired baby to her chest as she rode Syrax coming to her. Tearly, she smiled back at her daughter’s family, letting them fly away from her window. Walking back, a maid told the queen that Mysaria was asking for an audience with her. Nodding, she allowed for the White Wyrm to enter her chambers. 

“My Queen,” greeted Mysaria, bowing as she walked to stand infront of Rhaenyra. 

“Mysaria, what can I do for you today?” asked the queen as she walked to her desk. She looked at the last letter Daemon had sent, stating how he had arrived safely in Harrenhal and was creating a war plan with House Stark, The River lords, and the Knights of the Vale. 

“I was hoping to ease your turmoil in naming a new heir. The lords and your allies are growing restless,” Mysaria explained as she walked to Rhaenyra. 

Rhaenyra gave a tired sigh. She hoped to have more time to consider who should be named, Aemma or Joffrey. Mysaria analyzed the queen; she looked more dejected after the death of Prince Jacaerys. Her cheekbones are more profound, and she looks skinnier. Thinking of the question, on one hand, naming Princess Aemma as heir made sense since the princess had a child herself. Although Aemma had already declared her son heir to House Blackwood, it would pressure the princess to conceive another child quickly to provide an heir for House Targaryen. Furthermore, if Aemma were named heir to the throne, House Bracken would never join the rest of the Riverlands lords in supporting Rhaenyra. Their hate for House Blackwood would override the alliance, which would cause tension because of the potential threat from the red stallions. 

With Prince Joffrey, it would allow the prince more time to prepare for his role as heir, having the benefit of being hidden away from the Greens and their allies. Of course, there was the issue that Jeyne Arryn had asked Rhaenyra for Joffrey as her heir. She was Preparing Prince Joffrey to rule the Vale after her. Rhaenyra, at the time, had agreed to the terms in exchange for the safekeeping of Rhaena, Joffrey, Aegon, and little Viserys. 

It was a tough choice, but the lords were already beginning to doubt Rhaenyra’s capabilities to rule. Her council's doubts would only increase if she took more time to name an heir. Clearing her throat, Mysaria explained her sympathies with the Queen’s inner struggle. She continued expressing her thoughts on the situation and advised which route she could take. 

“If I may, my queen, I would advise you to send Princess Aemma to the Vale. If you need time to name an heir officially, sending the princess to the Vale will buy you time.”

Rhaenyra paused, turning to Mysaria, “how…how would that buy me time?” she questioned. 

Mysaria gave a small grin, allowing herself to walk closer, “If you make enough insinuation that sending Aemma and her son to the Vale for their safety will make it seem like she has been named your heir, while if she returns to Harrenhal or Raventreehall, the lords will think you named Prince Joffrey. It's all about using your resources to your advantage.” explained Mysaria. 

Rhaenyra pondered at the reasoning, slowly grinning. The plan could work; all Rhaenyra wanted to ensure was to keep her remaining children and grandson safe. Having them in the Vale far enough from the greens’ clutches would prove that. Yes, convincing Aemma would be hard, but if she leaned on Jaesys's safety and asked for Benjicot’s support, Rhaenyra knew Aemma would have difficulty countering her. 

“It will be difficult to convince my daughter, but it is the best chance for her survival and ease the Lord's worries…” whispered the queen to herself. 

Mysaria hummed, pressing her arms to Rhaenyra’s, “True, and if ask for help from the princess’s husband and Princess Rhaenys, I’m sure Princess Aemma would not have the heart to oppose you…much less infront of the council.” 

Rhaenyra, feeling sure it was the right decision, nodded, turning to thank her master of whispers when she noticed how close the fair woman was to her. Gulping at the closeness, she noticed how Mysaria looked at her; her eyes were slightly hooded. Mysaria, feeling bold, began to close the gap as the white wyrms lips were ghostly close to the queen. A loud knock scared the women, making Rhaenyra walk away; seeing her daughter and family enter, she quickly went to greet her. 

Aemma walked into her mother’s chambers. Her smile slowly fell as she noticed her mother’s nervousness and seeing Mysaria in the chambers. Aemma did not like or trust the White Wrym; ignoring the woman, she graced another smile to her mother, passing her son to the queen.

“Good morrow, Muna, were you busy?” questioned Aemma. 

Rhaenyra, cooing at her grandson, shook her head, “I will never be too busy for you, my pearl or little Jaesys. Was there something you needed?” 

Aemma glanced at Ben, who smiled at his wife; reaching out to intertwine their hands, Aemma deeply inhaled. 

“We received a raven from Aly Blackwood, who asked Ben to return. Kepa is planning a way to tempt Aemond out of Kingslanding. This can provide an opportunity for you and grandmother to take Kingslanding. I agree with Kepa’s thoughts; it's time we played more aggressively with the Greens.” 

Rhaenyra quickly agreed to allow Benjicot to return, taking this opportunity to execute her plan. 

“Yes, you will prepare for the long journey to Harrenhal to drop off your husband there…. Then you will fly to the Vale.” 

Aemma was confused and worried, “Why has something happened to them…is Joffrey, Aeg…” 

Rhaenyra quickly intervenes, not wanting to stress her daughter, “Your brothers and sister are fine. I want you to go to the Vale with Jaesys and remain there until the war's end.” 

Aemma gasped; her mother did not honestly expect this from her. 

Shaking her head, she replied, “No, I will stay at Harrenhal with my husband-” 

Rhaenyra enterally groaned, knowing her daughter would fight her in the decision. 

“The council is asking for a new heir, Aemma. If I were to name you my heir, the Vale would keep you and your son safe from the greens. It will be safe to be with your brothers and sister.” 

Aemma stubbornly countered her mother, “If I am to be your heir, I need to stay close to reach your council; the Vale will only become a target for the greens should I reside there. My son needs to bond with his father… This war could take years, and I will not deprive Jaesys of Ben in his early years. 

“You will go to the Vale..” Commanded Rhaenyra, soothing her grandson as he started to fuss, feeling the tension in the room. 

“No, it is out of the question.” interrupted Aemma, growing upset that her mother wanted to separate her family again. 

Mysaria strode to stand beside her queen, “My princess, your mother is being stretched thin from the pressure; let us not…” 

“You are free to go, Lady Mysaria,” spoke Aemma, cutting the lady off. 

Rhaenyra and Mysaria’s eyes widen in shock at the Princess’s rude tone. Glancing first at the queen, Myaria returns her gaze to the princess, subconsciously flinching at her glare.

“My princess, you may be named heir, but I apologize. I will only take orders from…” 

“As Crown Princess and the possible heir to the Iron Throne, I said you are excused.” tensely commanded Aemma, staring at the White Wyrm with fury.

Mysaria opened her mouth, only to hear in the distance the growling of a dragon; as the queen and master of whispers turned to the window, they paled in seeing the yellow eyes of Sliverwing, the dragon flying outside the room, tuning into her rider’s emotions. Gulping in fear, Mysaria apologized to Aemma and quickly retreated out of the room. Aemma glared at the door momentarily, feeling her anger ease only slightly; she quickly turned to her mother. 

“You are my mother and queen. I will always respect and try to follow your commands, but I will at least expect the courtesy of you consulting with me in your actions, especially those that will affect my family and myself!” 

Rhaenyra huffed, her anger slowly rising to match her daughter, “I am thinking the best for you and your family. I will not risk another child being killed, and I would think you, now a mother, would understand my dilemma.” 

Growling, Aemma took her son from her mother. Quickly turning, she gave Jaesys to Benjicot, who nervously took his son, stepping back from the dragon riders and not wanting to be caught in the crossfire. 

“I will be following my husband back to Harrenhal. The Vale is safe for my brothers and Rhaena because they are not dragon riders yet. But I assure you once Rhaena becomes one, she will argue and strive to fight in this war. So no, I will not go to the Vale. I will stay with my husband, and I will fight. As a dragon mother, I know the importance of keeping my family safe; if need be, I will become ruthless like Daemon, for I am the Crown Princess. It is my duty to uphold and secure your rightful place in the realm. Just like Luke and Jace died in trying, they proudly gave their lives for their mother and queen. Fire and Blood are within me. Dragons are not meant to be caged. So please, Muna, don’t try to cage me now.” declared Aemma, her chest rising and falling, her emotions running rapidly. 

Rhaenyra stared at her daughter, feeling her wall breaking. She crumpled, the grief and stress finally overwhelming her. She sobbed as she fell to the ground, not caring that Benjicot was in the room. How can she become a great queen when her daughter would not take her commands? She felt like she was drowning…maybe she wasn’t fit to be queen. Aemma quickly filled with guilt; she knew her mother was trying to come from the right place, and she knew the fears and the grief. As she kneeled infront of her, she took her mother into her arms. Nuzzling her cheek against Rhaenyra’s, trying to soothe her. Benjicot, feeling like he was intruding, turned his back to them, paying attention to his son and grinning at his boy’s opened eyes. 

“Muna, I know you are stressed. I never want to cause you more headaches. If you truly want me as your heir, I will accept it, but as your heir, I need to be your rock to which you can lean. If you push me away, it will become harder for me to support you. Please let me take some stress from you and trust in me. I will be safe in Harrenhal; the greens would need to try to push through three dragons, a large army, and the likes of Ben, Daemon, Aly Blackwood, and Cregan Stark before reaching my son and me. Allow this, my queen, and allow our family to continue our duty to you.” whispered Aemma, hoping her mother would open her eyes and agree. 

However, Rhaenyra tried to counter back, a bit weakly, “Mysaria spoke how it could be too dangerous and stressful for you, so I wanted to keep you safe.” 

Aemma narrowed her eyes. She was less trusting of her mother’s master of whispers. Of course, she knew her mother would push back more if she expressed her thoughts on the woman. 

“Then, ask Lady Mysaria to keep her network of spies on high alert. The minute the greens may seem planning an attack on me, I will fall back to safety.” proposed Aemma, grinning at seeing her mother turn to her, eyes considering the idea. 

Rhaenyra turned to her daughter, happy that she was also seeing the beneficial potential of Mysaria in her council. 

“Do you promise that the second it happens, you will go to safety with Jaesys?” the queen pleaded. 

Aemma smiled, nodding to her mother. She stood up, lifting the dragon queen along with her. Benjicot, hearing them rise, turned back, smiling at his good-mother he answered for his wife. 

“I assure you, my queen, the minute you send word, I will personally attach my wife and son to Sliverwing, pleading for the she-dragon to take them to safety. I will personally give up my life for the security of my family.” Benjicot pledges proudly, growing in pride, as he feels his wife’s kiss on his cheek and Rhaenyra’s joyful smile. 

Overwhelmed with happiness, Rhaenyrs surprised them, taking her good son into her arms, kissing his forehead like she used to do with her sons, and thanking him for his pledge. After a moment in embrace, she stepped back, declaring the princess and lord to prepare for tomorrow’s flight back to Harrenhal. 

Aemma grinned while Benjicot blushed from the Queen’s affection. Both bowed, turning to leave the queen in her chambers. Walking back to their chambers, Aemma's grin quickly slipped off. She needed to find her own spy network and fast. She couldn’t shake the uneasiness of Mysaria getting her mother’s favor so quickly. Something about that woman did not seem right. Expressing her thoughts to Ben, he, too, agreed with her concerns. 

“Can you write to Aly, asking her if she could find someone from the Riverlands worthy of the job? I want to replace that woman fast.” requested Aemma. 

Ben nodded, placing his son in his bassinet as he walked to the desk. He sat down to write a raven to his aunt before they left, which would allow Aly some time to think before their arrival. 

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The next day, Aemma embraced and expressed her departure to her family. Jaesys was happily cooing, strapped to her chest. Seasmoke and Sliverwing patiently waited in the background. As Aemma embraced Baela, she frowned at Baela’s state of health; fatigueness was now plaguing the Targaryen girl. As she said goodbye to her mother and grandmother, she asked for the favor of them focusing on Baela to place pressure on the Healers to find a remedy for Baela. She expressed how she was worried about Baela’s nausea and fatigue. Both women agreed, stating that after the Blackwood family left, they both would personally see that Baela was assessed until they found the reasoning behind her illness. Nodding in gratitude, Aemma walked to her family, climbing on her dragon and waiting for Ben to climb after her. Once she felt him behind her and confirmed his security, she waved to her family, commanding the two grey and sliver dragons to fly off. 

The flight took about three days, and Aemma landed often to ensure her son and husband did not overexert themselves in the air for long periods. Once they reached Harrenhal, they were overwhelmed with the warm welcome from the camp. Aly practically steals Jaesys, expressing joy in the baby’s strong Blackwood genes. Making Aemma and Cregan laugh at Benji’s puffing of his chest, proudly smug that his son looked so much like him. The four walked back to Benjicot’s large tent, with Aemma and Ben sitting on their marriage bed while Cregan sat beside Aly on some chair across from them. Cregan smiled as he looked at the babe. Yes, Jaesys looked much like his father, but he also saw some of Jace in him. Gulping in sorrow, he thought of the man he considered his brother. 

After a moment of peace, Aemma questioned Alyssane if she had any luck with her request. Aly tilted her head, glancing at Cregan, who nodded at his betrothed. 

“I did some investigating, but ultimately, I could not find someone who I could be 100% sure would be fully committed and loyal to that position. From your concerns about Mysaria, I brought them up with Cregan, and he had an interesting thought,” explained Aly, turning to the wolf lord. 

Cregan straightened up, looking at the girl he considered his sister, “Aemma if you are truly worried about people not being fully loyal to you or your mother, then I would suggest someone in your family take that position.” 

Aemma nodded. She, too, thought of looking into her own family, but the only ones who weren’t too far or overrun with duties were Baela and Alyn. But considering Baela’s new health problems, she did not want to ask her. Then, with Alyn, Aemma had yet to bond with him to grow trust in him fully. Unlike Addam, she still did not feel close to her new uncle. She needed someone fully established in her trust. Cregan grinned as she expressed her thoughts, feeling like it was going in the right direction. 

“Yes, but you also forgot someone else… What about Ben.” proposed Cregan, smirking as Benjicot turned to him in confusion. 

“Sorry, but I’m not exactly known for my subtly. I also don’t have many connections around the realm and wouldn’t do well in that position.” countered Ben. 

Aly and Cregan shared a secret glance, causing Aemma and Ben to grow more confused. 

‘Sure you do, Ben. You have your ravens from Raventree Hall... ' Aly excitedly stated. Ben grew frustrated, not understanding what his aunt clearly knew. 

“What does our raven have to do with a spy network?” growled Ben, feeling a headache coming in. 

Aemma also frowned, not liking how Aly and Cregan teased her frustrated husband. Grabbing his hand and placing it on her lap, she asked them to speak plainly. 

Aly and Cregan nodded, following their princess’s demand. 

“Where was House Blackwood originally from, Ben,” quizzed Aly. 

Benjicot raised an eyebrow at the history question, “We were from the North, our house marrying again every few generations from northern house to keep our proud heritage from the First Men.” 

Cregan smiled, “Yes, and House Blackwood, like many Northern houses, has magic flowing through its veins—just like the Valyrian houses have their magic in their veins.” 

“Yes, and?” Questioned Ben, not fully understanding. 

“So considering we have First Men blood flowing through our veins…What do you know of warging?” asked the Lord of Winterfell. 

This caused Benjicot to gape at the Lord of Winterfell; was he considering that? 

[beyondthesefourwalls]

Before he had to remember you, Bradley got to experience the whirlwind that was meeting and falling in love with you (the first time).

All stories can be read independently, but will precede or coincide with the series Remember You Even When I Don't.

And You Will Find Me: The last thing Bradley expected when he was assigned to the unofficial “singles without a plus one” table at an old friend’s wedding was to meet who he thinks might just be the love of his life. But that’s exactly what happened. 

Marvelous Night for a Moondance: A date night at a concert in the park has you and Bradley adventuring in ways you hadn’t with each other yet. You had only been dating for a few short months, but he made you feel things you never had before, and it was almost scary how easy it was to picture yourself staying in his arms forever. 

Wildflowers & Wine: He hadn’t seen you coming, but you entered his life like you had always been there, in a burnt orange dress and high heels and champagne sipped away from the rest of the world. Bradley fell in love with you that first night and now he can’t imagine his life without you. He couldn’t bring himself to care that it had only been four months.  For roosterforme's #love is in the air tgm Writing Challenge!

Home (Is Wherever I'm With You): You aren’t supposed to be in California for another week, but managed to tie up all your loose ends and arrive early. You get some unwanted attention when you try to surprise your husband at his favorite bar, and after he comes to your rescue, Bradley shows you just how much he missed you right there in the Hard Deck bathroom. 

Something Worth Remembering: You were hopeful that you’d be moved into your new house before Christmas, but after another renovation delay, that’s not in the cards. To your credit, you make the most of the situation, and Bradley falls in love with you even more because of it. But he’s determined to make your first Christmas together special, and sets out to plan a surprise that ensures the holiday will be one both of you will always remember. 

For Better or Worse: Getting the phone call that your husband was involved in a training accident was something you had never prepared yourself for, and something that you never wanted to experience again. You felt like your entire world crashed down around you and the only thing that would pick up the pieces would be Bradley opening his eyes. But then he does, and everything starts to turn out worse than you ever thought it could. 

Return Back Home to You: Five months after the accident that took his memory from him, Bradley gets the all clear to return to the sky. He thought he would be ecstatic to get back in the air, but all he can think about is how the last time he was in a plane, he almost didn’t come home to you. When he tells you he can’t handle doing that to you again, you remind him that all you need from him is to love you and do his best to always come home, and you’d figure out the rest together. 

Motivation Tactics: You’re having a hard time finding the motivation to finish a work assignment with an upcoming deadline. While you're on a conference call, Bradley decides to help you release some of the frustration and tension you’re feeling. His knees may not thank him later, but you sure will.

Blurb: Bradley hits his head a year after his accident

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[theredqueenandthebloodwyrm]

Oh hohoho, episode two of season 2 was certainly something!

Love the soundtrack so much, it always elevates the scene.

MAJOR SPOILERS BELOW for HOTD S2 EP2 (House of the Dragon, Season Two, Episode 2)

The music choice for the opening scene? Perfect! 10/10! Made me feel emotions! The servants (and possibly other nobles?) being led out by the guards, the chaotic nature of it all, the impending violence! Ser Criston Cole seemingly trying to do something? Just trying to look busy?

Aegon’s raging was wonderful acting! (Personally I was a fan of the model of Old Valyria so bit sad to see it get wrecked but wowww the actor nailed that rage). Aemond being ominous per usual.

See I thought in the episode prior when Helaena called Jaehaerys “the boy” it was either a weird quirk in the script or a deliberate attempt character-wise for her to try and cope by not saying his name directly? But it feels weird having Otto and Alicent both say “The Child” when referring to Jaehaerys? Not even “My granddaughter” from Alicent? Or “Prince Jaehaerys” from Otto.

I do like the acting for Alicent, her breakdown and sobbing, that guilt and how she blames herself for what happened.

“You’re already seen as weak, Aegon.” That line from Otto is pure gold. Hate Otto Hightower but he is damn good at his political maneuvering, using Prince Jaehaerys death to garner sympathy and paint Rhaenyra as this cruel monster akin to Maegor. Sidenote: at least Otto mentions Jaehaerys was his grandson (technically great-grandson).

The dresses! The embroidery! Costume department is doing greattt! Love the horses being decked out in green and gold.

I do like how you can see Helaena’s face and eyes flit back and forth as she thinks and realizes what Alicent is saying when she comes into her room and says they’re riding behind Jaehaerys in the funeral. And how Helaena very much doesn’t want to do it and says so, yet even her own mother ignores her wishes. (Just like how Aegon ignores Helaena’s on the episode prior, interrupting Jaehaerys from his lessons). I also love that Helaena gets more lines, and how she cuts off Alicent attempting to talk about how she walked in on her and Criston together. It’s very much “fucking hell, mother, I don’t care about your sex life, my son is death and you want to parade me and my dead son through the streets.”

Holy shit they actually showed Jaehaerys’s body/head during the funeral procession. I finally understand the still of Helaena during the funeral that kept being used before s2 came out, the black wisps on her face are from the black veil she’s wearing. I’d panic and freak out too if I was Helaena, my wagon gets stuck and suddenly a bunch of people swarm you and are reaching out trying to grab you, it’s already so much traumatic stuff happening coupled with the constant loud calling of your name, it’s overwhelming.

Rhaenyra’s sparkling red dress is so pretty. I love it. Daemon being a smug little shit, love that for him. Jacaerys being a responsible Prince and heir to the Iron Throne. Rhaenyra chewing Daemon out was such a well written piece of dialogue. But like What do you mean you’ve never trusted him wholly Rhaenyra?? Either she’s bluffing or the writer’s were on something because she was all for Daemon and trusting him. They got married because she wanted him (and his support but mostly because she wanted him). I suppose this is how they’re starting to drive the wedge between Rhaenyra and Daemon so when he goes to Harrenhal and spends time looking for Aemond (according to what I’ve heard/the wiki). I did think it was odd for Daemon to not just outright say he wanted Jaehaerys dead / accepted Jaehaerys as an alternative option for Aemond’s head instead he denied it. I feel like he’d probably be more likely to embrace that he did, and expect approval from Rhaenyra THEN she would be all “you’re pathetic, I never asked nor wanted Jaehaerys dead”.

Baela! Baela! Can’t wait to see her on Moondancer! Jace & Baela scenes!

Caraxes is back! Caraxes is back! My Blood Wrym is backkkk! Looking great as ever!

Awww little Aegon and little Viserys! Rhaenyra’s baby boys are so cute. And yeah I noticed the juxtaposition between them cleaning up Jaehaerys bloody bed then switching to Rhaenyra’s own blonde-haired toddlers. Criston Cole is such a petty projecting bitch man, getting on the case of another knight of the Kingsguard whose cloak had gotten physically muddy while Ser Criston has dirtied his white cloak in another way (failing to protect the royal family, sleeping with Alicent, etc). “Will you so easily sully our ancient honor?” Nah but you sure will Criston. THIS MAN! THE AUDACITY TO ASK what’s his name of the Kingsguard where he was when Prince Jaehaerys was murdered. Hah you fucking tell him whichever twin you are, where were you Lord Commander?

YEAH WHY THE FUCK HASNT THE QUEEN (QUEEN HELAENA) BEEN GIVEN A SWORN PROTECTOR? YOU ARE INFACT MAD, SER CRISTON COLE! seven hells, this man is so fucking annoying, he’s literally pissing me off with his whining bullshit, blaming everyone else except himself. Ah, his name is Ser Arryk.

Baela with her crossbow! Jacaerys going to check on her because she missed supper! Jacaerys reminiscing about Laenor spending time with him, and Baela asking of Ser Harwin Strong! Ohhhh I love Jacaerys and Baela. “I miss Luke.” That line from Jacaerys. Ohhhh someone help me, I can’t deal with this tragedy.

The Brothel scene with Aemond made me uncomfortable yet I can’t articulate why? It’s this weirdly vulnerable scene, he’s curled up in this fetal position, looking almost scrawny and small? Yet even then while he claims to be sorry for Luke’s death, he still downplays his own actions never taking full responsibility (at that point just embrace the evil shit you’re doing).

Ohhh so we’re meeting Ser Hugh this time, nice. Love Addam and Alyn so far! Great brotherly relationship. I feel like Addam and Alyn’s personalities ought to be switched? Not sure, we’ll see, I love them both so far anyways.

Love Corlys and Rhaenys’ relationship lol. Otto’s rage at Aegon’s rash decisions and stupidity is absolutely lovely and hilarious. Great acting from everyone. Aegon’s dismissive nature, not caring how many innocent men he hangs if there was a chance he got the guilty man alongside it and Criston Cole being the new lapdog of the King. Otto trying desperately to play politics while Aegon fucks shit up.

Oo we got to see more of Elinda, one of Rhaenyra’s ladies-in-waiting/handmaiden. The fight between Ser Erryk and Ser Arryk was tense, wonderful, good use of the environment. Ser Lorent Marbrand, Oo he’s from the Westerlands (House Marbrand is in the Westerlands).

Ohhhh they mentioned Daeron! Can’t wait to see Tessarion. Oh greattt (sarcasm) Alicent and Criston are having sex again, can’t wait to see Criston further project his own insecurities and emotions onto other people.

[moonlightreal]

The Jewel Riders graphic novel

so, how was it?

What I loved:

-The art. Gorgeous! Flowed well, the colors were good. Love it!

-That they made Merlin creepy. In the cartoon Merlin is clearly supposed to be a gentle, all-wise mentor but something about him always came off as a tiny bit creepy in a way the creators of the show did not intend. The creators of the comic picked up this creepiness and ran with it and I am well chuffed that something that was a fanfic idea I had was also going through these creators minds and they went with it and I love it.

-The creators’ love for the world of the Jewel Riders. They brought back the sheep! They remembered Kale’s evil-baby-deer form! They love Tamara and got her spot on! (true Jewel Riders fans love Tamara, we all just do) they had a scene where Fallon is upset and sits with Moondance mirroring one of the more powerful moments in the show. The writers of this comic must have really loved the cartoon, the silliness and the darker tone both together. This is completely a Jewel Riders graphic novel. It’s got the right vibe, the right worldbuilding, it is so perfect at being what it is!

-The plot driver being Queen Anya/Adrianna’s love for her banished sister, with flashbacks to them as teenagers in training to be Jewel Riders. Setting up Merlin as being responsible for Kale getting denied her magic jewel and turning evil and opening up redemption possibilities. Flashback images of young Kale and Adrianna. This is the perfect plot decision, I love it, 10/10 no notes.

What I did not love:

-The story was presented… not badly, but there were a lot of moments that made me go “I think this is what they’re trying to say, but I’m not sure.” For example, Gwen is getting ready to marry Drake and become queen, and she doesn’t want to. I think the intended plot is…

Land Beyond Dreams, that’s what I think the intended plot is. In the cut-from-the-final-version words of Princess Rosella, “But I’m not prepared to put my freedom on the shelf. How can I share with someone else what I don’t understand myself?” Gwen likes Drake but isn’t sure she wants to marry him and she knows she doesn’t want to marry him right NOW, and she knows she’ll be queen someday but she isn’t ready to stop adventuring YET… is what I think the graphic novel is saying, but it isn’t saying why Gwen can’t just say all that and spend more years as a Jewel Rider.

And it seems like Drake got fired from being a wolf riding boy Jewel Rider to… be Gwen’s full time bodyguard and fiance? But why would that mean giving up his own adventuring? And why does everybody seem to be cutting him out of all the action? There’s no logical reason he isn’t still a Jewel Rider. He even has his Forest Stone in a few panels.

While I utterly love how Queen Adrianna missing her sister summoned said sister back from evil banishment but it happened kind of confusingly. Adrianna summoned her sister, started seeing visions of Kale? Gwen didn’t see them. And then suddenly the land is all thorny and apocalyptic with no “Since Merlin said that Kale had returned, evil thorn plants have been growing out of control!” from anybody.

...is anyone else getting the same vibe that I’m trying to describe here? Like there’s a good plot, but like I’m having to do some long stretches to connect the pieces and the writing could have been changed just slightly to pull everything together in a way that requires less “it seems like” from the reader.

-And here comes the rant.

The thing I really did not love. The thing that made me downright furious with the creators of this graphic novel.

The book had nothing to help new readers who hadn’t seen the cartoon understand what was going on. No little explanatory text, no introductions to the characters and world. There needed to be at least a simple character page like manga have in the beginning… hang on, I can photoshop. The graphic novel needed this:

Ok I made that in like 5 minutes and it’s garbage, but you see my point! This would have added so much for people who just thought the cover was cool and picked up the graphic novel with no prior knowledge of the world. Without it, I’m afraid that the book will only sell to fans of the show, and I can’t imagine that there are enough of us to keep a graphic novel series going. So I think the creators’ decision to write something that’s ONLY for old fans and NOT AT ALL for new fans will result in the series being a flop instead of delivering more Jewel Riders fun for all of us for years to come, and for that I am so angry I could spit nails, so angry I could yell at the people who made a graphic novel that I have so much good to say about!

I hope so much that I’m wrong, and there will be more volumes published because I am just going wild to find out what happens next. What’s up with Kale now that she’s back? What’s up with Merlin now that he’s getting more and more questionable?

And as a longtime fan, what else are the creators going to bring back? Kit the prismfox? That critter made an impression on a lot of us! Ian, the beast of the forest who Gwen kinda had a thing with? The gliders? Will Morgana be back? Will we see any of the other girls’ parents? Will there be anything about Moondance and Cleo being princesses of the unicorns? Might they introduce another zebracorn friend for Shadow, or explore his origins? Could they go mining in the show bible and pull out the biggest unused gemstone: Gwen’s younger sister Tara? They’d have to figure out a way to explain how Tara was never mentioned once in all the show, but maybe she was hidden away for her protection, or kidnapped and the queen was so distraught she swore never to speak of it or something, silly lampshades but why not?

The world of Avalon has so many directions for a writer to explore and I want to see all of them!

[griefabyss69]

Moondance

written for ‘Pool’ wc: 442 | rated: G | cw: Vampire Eddie, mentions of nudity, pre-relationship

This is a prompt from @steddiemicrofic

I posted this on ao3, too!

(Title is from a song by the band Summoning)

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It feels too risky, when Steve first brings it up.

Sure, the sun is fully down and there's no way he'll get singed to death from the moonlight, but Eddie doesn't think Steve's as sure about his neighbors hightailing it out of town as he claims he is.

So Eddie spends another night stuck inside, lamenting about how sitting by an open window just isn't the same as feeling the fresh air blasting in while he drives, and tries not to think too hard about Steve going outside to do laps in the pool.

When he's back inside, toweled off but with his swimming trunks still sticking to him in ways that have Eddie reciting the alphabet backwards, he smells like summer days that Eddie won't ever get back. He wants to press his face into his neck, inhale the chlorine and exertion, but he rubs his forehead, claiming the chlorine smell is too strong for his new superpowers.

The second time Steve asks, around midnight, he's two beers in, and Eddie can't get drunk but he's still feeling tipsy anyway. Something about being around Steve when he's less contained, feeling goofy and seeking out something fun does it to him.

"Who's going to even see you? We'll keep the lights off, and like, it's fucking Wednesday," Steve's saying. "Nobody's in those houses and if they were they'd be sleeping. Trust me, I'd know."

"How can you know?" Eddie asks, still arguing even though he's gotten up from the couch.

Steve puts his hands on his hips, raising a smug little eyebrow.

"I skinny dip all of the time, and guaranteed I'd have heard about it if someone noticed."

Eddie's pathetic little vampire heart starts banging on the doors to his chest, rattling it's hinges.

"I guess that solves my next problem," he mutters, rubbing his face. "I don't have a swimsuit."

Steve laughs, clapping a hand on his shoulder as he starts to guide him towards the back door.

"It'll be fun, like taking a huge bath," he says, half teasing.

While Steve just strips down and jumps in, Eddie stands frozen for a few minutes, watching him and the area around them, trying to get used to the idea that nobody's about to come arrest him.

"Come on, I'll protect you if any bad people show up," Steve says, leaning against the side of the pool. From this angle his eyes look even bigger than usual, even in the darkness.

Later, when he's laying in the basement, showered and dressed in sweats but still smelling a bit like chlorine, he realizes that his life doesn't have to be a prison.

[hassedah]

Heyy! I like your headcanons a lot, and I think I saw request were open, so I just thought how would you think the Moonlight lovers boys (+ Leandra and farah) would react to MC being a werewolf? Thanks for reading my request :) -🪷

MC is a Werewolf :

Hi! How are you? I hope you are well! ^^

Here's the headcanons you requested! I hope you enjoy it! ^^

Take care of yourself and have a nice day! ^^

Vladimir :

It was cold when you arrived at the manor, a real storm was raging in the forest and several tree branches had already landed in the garden when Vladimir heard you knock on the door. Of course, he immediately invited you in, despite his distrust of you. He didn't immediately realise that you were a werewolf, you look far too much like a human and he doesn't have a good sense of smell, but even if you had only been a human, he couldn't have left you out in that storm - it was far too dangerous and he didn't want to risk you getting hurt because he refused to help you.

You told him you were a werewolf after he passed you a towel to dry you off and after you've sat down in front of the fireplace to warm up.

He's a bit wary at first, as you werewolves are known to be impulsive and hot-blooded. He remembers very well the time he had to come between Aaron and Beliath, one night when the incubus had pushed poor Aaron too far (don't ask him how he found the courage to come between Béliath and an angry werewolf, he has no idea). Even if you don't seem aggressive, he knows that the phases of the moon play a big part in your mood and he needs a little time to feel secure in your presence.

But after spending some time together, he realises that you're no more temperamental than Aaron and that you've got a good handle on your emotions. So he's not really afraid of making you angry any more - well, he's not trying to make you angry, but he's not afraid of the consequences if you disagree about something.

After spending time with you, he'll even become a little curious. He'll know that lone werewolves are pretty rare, because living in a pack gives you a great deal of protection in all areas, whether it's a question of health or protection against hunters of supernatural creatures. He will no doubt ask you questions about this at some point, but he won't insist if you refuse to answer.

As with Aaron, he always tries to lighten your workload a few days before a full moon and a few days after. Having lived with Aaron for so long, he knows that this period is always complicated for you, both physically and mentally, and he doesn't want to add to it by asking you to do too many things.

He really enjoys walking with you in the forest, even if you have more energy than he does. He really doesn't know how you manage to walk for so long without collapsing from exhaustion on the way home. After every walk with you, his legs get heavy and sore and it takes him the rest of the night to recover. Maybe it amuses you a little, but in any case, he's always grateful when you bring him a cup of tea in the living room while he's resting.

One night, there was no wood left to light the fire in the fireplace because Ethan had forgotten to cut some in the forest. You found the poor Vladimir shivering in the sitting room with his blanket over his shoulders. You felt a little sorry for him, even more so as he pulled the blanket tighter around his shoulders. After smiling at him, you decided to turn into a wolf and warm him with your fur. Vladimir really appreciated the gesture, and even fell asleep without realising it (he was a bit embarrassed afterwards and kept blushing).

Béliath :

He was with Vladimir when he opened the door for you. He would have let you in if Vladimir hadn't done so anyway. Staying outside in such a storm meant running the risk of getting hurt trying to cross the forest, which was why he hadn't gone to the Moondance that evening. Unlike Vladimir, he very quickly realised that you were a werewolf, almost immediately in fact, you had a similar aura and smell to Aaron. He went straight away to get you a towel so you could dry off while Vladimir led you into the small living room so you could warm up in front of the fireplace.

Even though he's a bit wary because of the Farah thing, he's very quick to be friendly with you. After all, you had nothing to do with it and there's little chance that you'll come to hurt Aaron too. What's more, it's not every day that he gets to meet a werewolf. Your kind rarely venture near towns, preferring the tranquillity of the countryside.

He's curious, though, about what you do on your own. Aaron has often told him that lone werewolves aren't very common, even more so these days when even the smallest wolf is hunted down to be slaughtered; living in a pack is often a question of survival during the full moons. He also knows that the pack is essential to your survival against the hunters of supernatural creatures. He won't insist if you refuse to answer his questions though, even if he's still curious enough to try and find out what you've told the others.

He tries not to get on your nerves as the full moon approaches, not because he's afraid of your reaction, but if he did get on your nerves, he knows he'd be shouted at by the others. What's more, if you really did get so angry that you turned, he'd probably have to rely partly on Aaron to defend himself, and he knows that the wolf would gut him if he were forced to fight you to protect him.

He often invites you to come to the Moondance with him, introduces you to his friends there and shows you around. He hopes you'll stay long enough to see the themed evenings that the Moondance sometimes organises (his favourite is Halloween).

He loves going for walks with you in the forest. The problem is that you have as much energy as Aaron, and even though he's quite sporty, Beliath can't understand how you manage to walk for so long without getting exhausted. More often than not, after your walk, he'll collapse into a nice hot bath.

He was waiting with you for Ethan at the edge of the forest. The doctor was running a little late and he hadn't planned to wait outside for so long, so Béliath had nothing but his white shirt to keep warm, and you kept seeing him shivering and blowing on his hands to try and keep warm. You felt a little sorry for the poor vampire as he told you he was going to ask Ethan to lend him his jacket to make up for taking so long. He turned to you when you told him you could sort it out, before you turned into a wolf, but he didn't hesitate to come and snuggle up to you. Your fur was soft and he felt like he was wrapped in a cocoon of warmth.

Ivan :

Ivan was at the top of the stairs when you entered the manor and he immediately went to take refuge in his room for fear that you might be a human he might hurt unintentionally. So he didn't listen at all to the discussion you had with Beliath and Vladimir, nor did he understand that you were a werewolf.

He spent several days wondering why the others were letting a human live with them in the manor, and it was Aaron who finally told him the truth. He felt much more reassured once he'd found out. He spent all that time afraid of attacking you but if you were a werewolf then you were safe from a young vampire like him.

Ivan is rather curious, he hasn't often met a werewolf and even though he knows Aaron, he'd be happy to ask you a few questions, as the wolf isn't always very talkative on the subject.

He notices your change in mood as the full moon approaches, but as he's used to Aaron he knows what to do and avoids making you angry. Sometimes he'll even offer you things that you enjoy or offer to come to his room to get some peace and quiet if you need it, and he'll avoid asking you any questions during this time.

He's impressed by your sense of smell and your ability to track people. He knows that werewolves have a much more powerful sense of smell than vampires, but there's a big difference between knowing it and seeing it in action. He asks you for a lot of advice on this subject and will be very happy if you try to teach him how to follow a trail.

He always enjoys long walks in the forest with you, even if it's hard for him to keep up with you, as you seem tireless and know all the secrets of the forest like the back of your hand. He's also impressed by your knowledge of flora and fauna and asks you lots of questions about it. Apart from Aaron, he doesn't know anyone who knows as much as you do.

He's still feeling a bit embarrassed about the whole thing, even though he really appreciated your attention. He hurt himself when he went for a walk in the woods with you. His ankle was in terrible pain and he couldn't put his foot on the ground without tears of pain in his eyes. You offered to help him walk to the manor house, but he couldn't stand for more than a few seconds. Ivan felt ridiculously weak and he felt as if he'd ruined your outing together by having hurt himself stupidly.

When you offered to turn yourself into a werewolf and carry him on your back to the manor house, at first he stammered an incomprehensible answer, Ethan would probably laugh at him if he saw him like that, but you insisted, promising him that you wouldn't let the doctor make fun of him, and he finally agreed. He was afraid at first that he wouldn't be able to stand on your back and that he would make an even bigger fool of himself if he fell, but you walked slowly. Your fur was very soft under his fingers and he felt really safe that way.

Aaron :

Aaron knew straight away that you were a werewolf, whether it was your smell or your aura, it was obvious to him. Of course, it's quite surprising that you're alone - there aren't many lone werewolves, as the vast majority of you prefer life in a pack - but he's quite happy to welcome you to the manor. It's not every day that he gets to talk to people of his own kind, and that does him a lot of good.

He makes sure that none of his flatmates bother you by asking too many personal questions, and even if he's curious about why you're on your own, he doesn't ask you anything about it so as not to make you feel uncomfortable. The only thing he's really worried about is whether you're a danger to his friends, and as that doesn't seem to be the case, then everything's fine.

He really enjoys spending time with you, you understand him in a way that the other members of the manor cannot. It's not always easy being a hybrid and he knows that some of his werewolf behaviour can be a bit scary for people who aren't used to dealing with them. You know exactly what he's talking about when he tells you that he feels moody as the full moon approaches, you know that it's not something you or he can control and that it's only the moment of transformation that's approaching.

You both go for very long walks in the forest. He can't walk for that long with his flatmates - they all wear themselves out after a while, even Beliath and Ethan, who are quite sporty. So walking with you is a real sense of liberation. He doesn't see the time passing and you regularly find yourself walking all night and having to rush back to the manor before sunrise so Aaron doesn't get burnt.

Having someone to joke with about the pain of the transformation tends to make it less unpleasant, and it's also reassuring to know that he's not the only one suffering. He feels less isolated and, above all, understood when you both return to the manor completely exhausted by your transformation and wanting to sleep for days on end.

It had been so long since he'd experienced a full moon with one of his own that he was a little afraid he wouldn't know how to act, but it all came back naturally. Running together under the moon, feeling the wind in his fur, racing through the forest, howling at the moon, finding a safe place to fall asleep against you. People don't realise how dangerous being a lone werewolf can be, you can't really sleep at the risk of being shot by a human or a supernatural creature hunter with you it feels much more serene and safe.

Raphaël :

He was reading in the library when you arrived. He quickly came to meet you. But, like Vladimir, he didn't immediately understand what you were. He could tell you were a supernatural creature by the aura you gave off, but Raphaël hasn't met enough werewolves to recognise their aura and smell. So he asked Beliath once he was alone with him.

He was a bit wary of you at first, even though he trusts Aaron. It wasn't meant to be mean, but werewolves aren't known for their calmness and he was a little afraid of unintentionally upsetting you. After all, he knows Aaron pretty well and he knows how to calm him down when the wolf is angry or in a bad mood, he's even often the one who mediates, but he doesn't know you very well at the moment.

But that doesn't stop him from being friendly, and he tries to come and talk to you regularly and spend some time with you to get to know you. After talking to you for a while, he'll suggest that you come and have a rest in the library with him if you're feeling irritated. It's one of the quietest rooms in the house and normally nobody should disturb you there.

He's a bit curious and wonders why you don't live in a pack like most werewolves. He won't ask you about it, though, and prefers you to bring it up on your own - he doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable.

He loves walking with you, of course, but given his blindness, he has to concentrate harder than his roommates to avoid tripping over roots and it's not always very practical to move around in the woods with his white cane. He might agree to come more often if you guide him.

You'd had enough conversations with Raphaël to know that he was prone to anxiety attacks. Fortunately, in this manor, vampires stick together and on the occasions when it happened in your presence, there was always one of his housemates to help him calm down. That wasn't the case tonight, you'd been out hunting and had just returned. Beliath had gone into town with Vladimir to buy flowers, Aaron had gone hunting with Ivan and Ethan had gone out without warning. You didn't really know what had triggered Raphaël's anxiety attack, perhaps the fact of being completely alone in the manor. At first, you tried to soothe him by talking to him and stroking his back, but it didn't work. Then you had an idea.

This is something you often do as a werewolf, when a member of the pack is having an anxiety or panic attack in human form. You transformed into a wolf before resting your head on his hands. At first, the vampire gasped as he felt your fur against his fingers, but then he relaxed as he remembered that it was you who were with him. Raphaël sat down on the floor to stand closer to you, his breathing slowly calmed and he began to feel better. You stayed like that until Aaron and Ivan returned to the manor.

Ethan :

He was locked in his room when you arrived and didn't come out all night because of the storm. So it was Aaron who told him that you were a werewolf the next day. He also asked him to leave you alone and not to have fun trying to make you angry, so Aaron spoke into thin air.

Ethan spends the first few days trying to piss you off, luckily you have good self-control. You're a bit obliged as a werewolf, you can't afford to hurt everyone who pisses you off. Your calmness, however, only encourages Ethan to continue his nonsense, despite your and Aaron's repeated requests for him to stop.

Of course, one night close to the full moon, you couldn't keep your cool any longer. Ethan had never been aware of the brute strength of a werewolf, but now he has no doubt that you're much stronger than he is. Fortunately, Aaron intervened to separate you and you went out into the forest to try and regain your composure.

To say it calmed him down is an understatement, but at least he's no longer trying to make you angry every night. He avoids you a bit after that but comes back to you once he's sure you're not going to attack him again.

Finally, he's a bit more interested in you. He's noticed that, like Aaron and himself, you're an excellent hunter. He likes to ask you questions about it, or have competitions with you to see which of you can find an object the fastest.

You had just left the manor to take a walk in the forest with Ethan when fireworks started bursting in the sky. There was no party going on in town, or anything like that. So you assumed they were probably humans celebrating a birthday. It shouldn't have had any consequences and you were about to suggest going deeper into the forest so as not to be disturbed by the noise when you noticed that Ethan was breathing heavily and finally let himself slide against a tree. You knew a panic attack when you saw one.

Despite your best efforts to calm him down, the vampire didn't seem to hear you and you couldn't convince him to move and go back to the manor. You briefly considered the idea of going back to the manor to look for one of his friends before changing your mind. You couldn't leave him alone in the forest in this state. Running out of ideas, you transformed yourself into a wolf before slipping your head under his trembling hands, which worked much better than you'd hoped, Ethan grabbing your fur before closing his eyes. You stayed like that until the fireworks finally stopped and the vampire was breathing more steadily again. He felt a little ridiculous for panicking in front of you and, of course, made you swear not to tell anyone at the manor, but your presence also reassured him greatly.

Neil :

You met him when he came to shelter from the storm in the same cave as you, and to pass the time while you waited for the storm to calm down you had a little chat together. Neil didn't have the slightest doubt that you were a werewolf, between your aura and your smell, it was obvious and you knew just as well that Neil was a vampire. Most of the time, this kind of encounter is complicated; vampires are wary of werewolves because of your warm blood and also your brute strength. Although vampires have powerful psychic powers, you'll always outstrip them in strength. However, you don't need to worry Neil, he knows he's strong enough to take you on in a pinch.

The rain didn't stop and by morning it was clear that Neil was going to have to spend the day sleeping in the cave. So you assured him that he could sleep in safety and that you would wake him if anything hostile came near you. At first, the vampire was a little wary, but it's only been a short time since he left the cellar, so he couldn't resist sleeping.

The rain didn't stop until the following night and when at last there was a lull Neil offered to give you the hotel in town as a thank you for making sure you didn't both get attacked during the day. You chatted all the way to town and didn't really leave until the next day.

You met Neil a second time, a few days later in the same situation. ‘You again, I guess we were made to meet in a damp old cave’ you joked when you saw him. The vampire laughed at your remark and you resumed your discussions as you had last time, though unlike last time, the weather was turning to winter and the temperatures had cooled considerably. During the night, the rain turned into a kind of heavy snow and the temperature dropped again.

You knew that in your wolf form, you could stand the cold much better, but before transforming you suggested to Neil that he come closer to you to take advantage of your fur to keep warm, the vampire initially refused, not wanting to take any risks, after all, he didn't know you well enough to be sure that you wouldn't hurt him. But the temperature continued to drop, and this was not good for his muscles and joints, still weak from the time he'd spent in the cellar, and a stabbing pain reigned throughout his body.

After a few more hesitations, he moved to come against you. Your fur was warm under his fingers as you moved around trying to keep the old vampire warm. He slowly felt his muscles and joints relax with the warmth. It felt good, he'd forgotten how much heat your kind can give off compared to a vampire.

Léandra :

You met by chance when Léandra came to visit her brother at the manor. She was surprised to see a new face but quickly realised that you were a werewolf like Aaron. It immediately piqued her curiosity.

She's as inquisitive as ever, and Léandra can't stop asking you questions or wanting to know what you're doing, where you're from, why you're a lone werewolf or why you've come to live with the boys in the manor. In short, she doesn't give you a moment's peace and she seems to have forgotten all about Aaron, who is her usual target.

You avoid her a little because of this at first, not that you don't like her, but you don't particularly want to reveal your whole life to a stranger, and a succubus at that. Eventually, she calms down a little as she realises you're avoiding her and also thanks to repeated requests from Beliath.

As time goes by, she gets to know you better and you spend more and more time together. Léandra is as inquisitive as ever, but she's much less insistent about getting answers and, above all, she gives you a bit of time to yourself.

She sometimes takes you for walks in the forest, but she mostly insists that you come with her into town, whether to nightclubs or concerts. She doesn't really like walks in the forest, well, she doesn't hate it, but she prefers more festive places.

She also likes to give you challenges, which are usually a bit silly, but it's hard not to join in. She especially likes to challenge you to find her. Thanks to your sense of smell, she knows that the question is not whether you'll find her, but how long it will take you to find her.

It's always the same when you're stalking someone in your wolf form, your human mind gives way to pure instinct. Léandra's scent is easy to follow - succubi have a distinctive scent that is easily detected by other supernatural species. You follow her trail through the forest without the slightest difficulty, you end up finding her every time.

Farah :

It's quite common for a pack to take in a lone werewolf for a while. So, of course, you had no trouble convincing Farah to let you live with them for a while. You simply introduced yourself to the pack and asked if they would accept travellers among them, then settled into the camp as if you'd always been there.

Farah doesn't really ask you about yourself and your past, or why you're travelling alone and where you want to go. She knows that the vast majority of lone werewolves don't easily share information about themselves, so as long as you don't represent any risk to the pack you can stay with them for as long as you like.

What's more, even though you're a lone wolf, you never hesitate to do the pack a favour, and Farah is grateful for all the help you give them, whether it's hunting or keeping the fire burning. What's more, you've quickly become very popular with the pack's children, who are both impressed that you're travelling the world alone and frightened - you must be really strong and powerful if you manage to travel the world alone without being terrified.

In the evenings, you often get together with the pack around the fire to tell stories or play music. It's always quite enjoyable and one of the many advantages of living in a pack.

Farah enjoys going for walks in the forest with you, it's always nice to get to know new people and lone wolves like you always have interesting adventures to tell, she enjoys the discussions she can have with you and your company. She also often goes hunting with you.

It was cold at this time of year and the campfire you had built for the pack couldn't keep you warm, so the vast majority of pack members had chosen to transform into wolves to cope better with the cold. After a final check with Farah to make sure nothing was going to disturb your sleep, you also transformed to take refuge with the others near the fire. Farah came to snuggle up to you, you felt her muzzle press against your fur and you could hear her heartbeat nearby.

[princejoffreyvelaryon]

Catching Up

( A part of @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood )

Starter with @moondancer-rp

Joffrey squinted his eyes, locking them on the a target a bit aways from him. He felt his step-sister, Baela, next to him, watching his movements. Her presence was calming to him, and he was happy he could spend quality time with her. As of late it seemed the two had not been together like this. They shared love for many of the same activities, and archery was the one they had chosen for today. But, although he was in a happy mood, he had a lot on his mind, and a lot he had yet to say to Baela. His focus felt all over the place, and the little red circle he was currently trying to pierce with his arrow was not a priority in his mind. 

Sighing, he released his arrow and watched as it landed close to the middle, but not quite. Annoyed, he looked to Baela to initiate that it was her turn to try. It seemed once the arrow was gone, he was ready to speak his thoughts aloud. “Step-sister, I’ve been wondering this for a while." He spoke as she readied her bow and arrow, awkwardly kicking at the grass beneath his feet. "What are your thoughts on this… situation going on, with your twin sister, and my uncle?” He didn’t stop to let her respond as his thoughts came pouring out of his mouth. “Do you like him? I must admit I…” he stopped, finally, realizing he did not want to say anything rude. He did not want to gossip about his beloved step-sister, nor about his uncle. He wanted to make sure what he said was true, but kind, and thoughtful. He was genuinely curious to hear what Baela had to say, and valued her opinion and words. 

“I do not know how to feel about him. I’ve never been particularly close with him…” His mind raced through a series of their encounters together, most of them being neutral or negative. He continued on, “I am not sure if he likes me, in fact, I know his older brother does not care for me at all… But, I am happy for Rhaena. She deserves  good man. I just hope Aemond is that man. She hasn’t told me much, to be completely truthful…” He trailed off, his signature pout forming on his face. He stared at the ground, thinking of something else to say. 

“Well, Aemond does take a great deal of Rhaena’s time now, I’ve noticed. That must mean he is a good man to spend time with.” Joffrey swallowed hard, deciding the change the subject. 

“It seems our little circle are all flying from the nest, now. You’ll be married soon, with Jace. Rhaena with Aemond, if they decide… I, to a Greyjoy, possibly. Lady Alannys, you know her.“ He stopped to examine her face, waiting for her to respond. He’d said a lot. Too much, perhaps, but now it was out, and his mood had gone up and down with every word that he spoke. He gripped his bow hard, feeling the engraved details on his skin.

[sparkleburstdoodles]

Stepping In The Sun: Looking Up?

Sunburst was starting to feel good.

Finally, something he was actually making progress with. Something he can actually DO. Something other ponies were proud of him for. And Sunburst was really good at it!

He couldn't help but smile with pride at the scoreboards for the final grades. His name was so high up, his neck kind of hurt looking at it.

“Wow. You're second place, Sunburst!” Bouillon Roux–an albino filly– remarked. “Think you can tutor me a bit? I got 20th place…”

“Well, shucks, I dunno about THAT.” Sunburst rubbed a leg in bashfulness. “Moondancer beat me by a LARGE margin. You probably should ask her.”

“Get real. She doesn't like anypony but her friends. I feel like she'd bite me if I approached her.”

“Come on, I don't think–”

“Look, it's Shimmer and Cadenza!”

The two turned with the crowd to see the two stellar students of the academy—under the tutelage of Princess Celestia herself! — trotting down the path.

Mi Amore Cadenza: the supposed niece of Celestia. She was a pegasus with incredibly mysterious aero-magic that seemed to enchant anypony that laid eyes on her.

And Sunset Shimmer: a newer protégé with exceptional spellcasting skills and a seemingly endless well of magic at her disposal. She also happened to be Sunburst's sister.

Sunburst ducked a little behind Roux when he spotted Sunset. He didn't want her to see him.

Sunset held her chin high, seeming to ignore Cadenza's chatter in her ear. Sunburst wasn't sure if she was trying to act cool, but she had an annoyed expression that focused directly ahead. She always seemed so mad these days.

The two mares approached the boards, where Cadenza sighed so loud. “Phew! My all-nighters paid off. I hope this makes Auntie proud! What did you get, Sunshim?”

Sunset pointed as she looked for her name, then grunted in displeasure. “Not good enough. So not fair.”

Cadenza’s ears flattened a bit, searching the board. “Well…you placed lower last semester right? So it's still very good–!”

“Oh piss off already, Cadence.” Sunset pushed through a group of kids. “I didn't ask you.”

Sunburst watched her storm away, Cadenza hurrying behind Sunset.

“What was that about?” Roux whispered. “She bit her head off.”

He shook his head. “I don't know. She's quick to be mad.”

“Huh? You know Shimmer?” she tilted her head.

Crap. Sunburst rubbed the back of his head. “It's…not important. Let's just get to class.”

“Right. Isn't today we gotta get our report cards?” Roux remarked.

Gulp.

Report cards. He didn't think that part through. He grew nervous.

“Sunburst?” Roux touched his shoulder. “Are you worried? What for?”

“I…didn't tell my mom I switched classes,” he admitted.

“Why?”

“I'm worried she'll take it wrong. And she'll make this big fuss and make the principal put me back in Spellcasting.”

Bouillon blinked. “So she won't understand? Even if you're really good at it?”

“I don't think so. When my mom has her mind set, it's hard to talk to her.” Sunburst looked down.

“My dad’s kinda harsh too,” Roux admitted. “I love cooking, but he wanted me to be a scholar more. Because he couldn't make my brother do it. Hey!” She stepped closer to his face, making him nervous. “I got an idea!”

“W-what?”

“Shh!” She warned, whispering. “I'll change your report card for you! Then she won't know!”

“Ch-change…?? Are you crazy?” Sunburst panicked. “But that's wrong. If she finds out, I won't hear the end of it!”

“She won't! Don't tell anypony, but I've gotten good at it!” Roux smirked. “I do it for my brother all the time. And Dad never catches on.”

“I don't know…” Sunburst looked away.

“It'll be just a name switch. Think about it. She'll be proud, and you don't have to go back to the other course! Avoid the conflict!”

“I would think lying would add MORE conflict…”

“Fine. How's this? I’ll change it for the night. If you don't send it to your mom by morning, I'll change it back. No sweat!” Bouillon held out a hoof. “Eh?”

Sunburst hesitated. Well…he'll be letting her down either way…but he COULD go scotch free. “....Alright. I’ll think about it. ”

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Later that night, Sunburst couldn't sleep, even if his short life depended on it. He just sat on his dorm room bed, staring at the paper.

It wasn't like he was changing his grades or anything. He was changing the class names. Could it be so bad?

Yes! This was still lying! Mom would be so mad and Dad would be disappointed! What if the school kicks him out for this?

Sunburst groaned and rubbed his forehead. He didn't want to tell Mom what he's been holding back either…could he claim he lost the report card? No, Mom would probably call the school for it.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

The orange unicorn jolted. Somepony at the door?

“H-hello?” He stood near the door, reluctant to open it.

“It's Sunset.”

Sunset??

“I don't have all night.” She grunted.

Sunburst cracked the door open enough to poke his head through. “Something the matter?”

“I'm visiting Mother tomorrow.” Sunset explained, “Did you get your report card?”

“No!!” Sunburst panicked.

Sunset blinked, and scrunched her nose in annoyance. “You don't have to yell. Jeez. I thought your whole grade got them today? I was just saving time.”

“Right…we did. Sorry I'm just…stressed over…homework!” He nodded and smiled nervously.

“....whatever. Give it to me.”

He did so. Get it over with.

“And stop wasting ponies' valuable time.” Sunset turned to leave.

Sunburst sighed, and moved to shut the door, when he heard his sister mumble.

“Take care of yourself.”

Did he hear that right?

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Another piece for Sunburst’s story! Bouillon Roux is a very old OC I decided to ponify

Cutie mark vectors are all from DeviantArt I credited them on my DA lol

[merlot-and-chardonnay]

A Lark Among the Wolves and Dragons: Chapter 49

Masterlist

Chapter 48

-----------Driftmark some time earlier-----------

Baela stood outside the castle strolling across the beach, getting some fresh air while also trying to process reports that were sent to her grandmother and her great Uncle Vaemond.

Her grandsire was reported to have been severely wounded in battle in the Stepstones and with the king's health in steep decline, Vaemond had sought this as an opportunity to petition the Hand to make him successor of Driftmark should Corlys, in the unfortunate event, pass from his wounds.

What was more, Baela's grandmother Rhaenys had assured Baela that such a thing wouldn't happen as she had plans to ensure of that. Baela wasn't entirely convinced Rhaenys had any intention of backing her cousin Lucerys and supporting his claim to Driftmark. If anything, having seen the way her grandmother had taken to sitting the Driftwood throne, to maintaining Velaryon affairs in her husband's stead, Baela was almost certain Rhaenys would use this opportunity to petition that Driftmark be passed to her.

It wouldn't have been the first time Rhaenys was given the chance to succeed anyone as a woman, Baela knew that history all too well. She also knew her grandmother had taken the young woman to ward here for a reason, keeping Baela at the older woman's side, educating her in leadership and rule. Baela sometimes had to wonder if Rhaenys had plans to perhaps pass Driftmark to her when the time came for her grandmother to pass.

It did make Baela think about when she and her sisters were children, how Aemma once contemplated why Baela should've been next in line to inherit Driftmark instead of Luke considering she was the oldest one of the Velaryon cousins. The answer was of course simple when the question was brought up to the grown ups, to the septas or the maesters....Baela is a girl and Lucerys isn't. 

Now Baela was thinking about Aemma, missing her, wondering wherever did her older sister run off. She thought next about Rhaena, how gilt ridden her twin was when it came to light that Aemma had vanished without trace, Rhaena believing she was the one who drove Aemma away.

As if the gods had been reading her mind, a servant suddenly ran down the beach calling out to Baela, handing a letter that had just arrived on Dragonstone by Rhaena. Baela did not hesitate to accept the message. The twins have sent correspondence to one another frequently over the years since Baela was sent to Driftmark, and many of the letters Rhaena would send during this time had much to do with how their brothers were faring and how Aemma's dragon Cirillia was faring as well as Rhaena had taken it upon herself to look after her sister's dragon until Aemma returns. 

 Baela's eyes widen when she got to the part in Rhaena's letter of how Cirillia had suddenly flown off from Dragonstone.

By the way our sister's dragon took off from the shores so suddenly, it appeared rather urgent. I fear Aemma is in mortal danger. Something must be done to save her. 

                                                                                                                                      -Rhaena

Baela felt her grip tighten around the letter.  Was Aemma truly in danger? Was her sister out there on the Continent, alone with no one to save her? Something needed to be done, on that Baela could agree.

She sprinted from the beach towards the castle, not sure what could be done at this moment, but she hoped her grandmother of all things would believe her. She knew how Rhaenys cared for Aemma, hopefully enough to send the Velaryon fleet to save her.

If that was not an option, than Baela was prepared to go as  far to mount Moondancer and fly to the Continent to rescue Aemma herself.

 -----------------Vergen: Present Day---------

"Stay...back!" Geralt warns once more, his sword pointed at Aemond, who was taken by surprise from the witcher's hostile behavior towards him.

Having fully regained his memory shortly after the mist dispersed, Geralt took one look at the young Targaryen prince, and he knew damn well which family he was part of, and one Geralt did not have the upmost respect for.

"Geralt, wait!" Aemma stood by Aemond's side, hand on Geralt's sword. "Aemma?" "He's not the enemy," Aemma tries to reason, "he's...he's not like my father."

That seemed to get the witcher's attention. He lowered his sword slightly, though not quite enough for the threat to still be there. Aemond's eye widen in realization, "...he- you remember," he turns to Aemma, "he remembers?" "His memories have been restored," Aemma nods, now making eye contact at the witcher, "you remember my mother now, yes?"

Before Geralt could answer, Phillipa "I hate to interrupt this interrogation, but we have work that needs to be done, and Silverlark is needed for this part." The sorceress turned to notice Aemond, "how did he get here?" "It doesn't matter," Aemma tries to assure. "It matter greatly," Phillipa crosses her arms. "Let him stay, I'll vouch for him," Aemma insists, "and we do have more pressing matters."

Phillipa takes a brief moment to consider, "fine," she concedes, "now come, we must to get to work to save Saskia."

Aemma nods and allows the sorceress to guide her to where Saskia currently laid in her magic-induced comatose state. "Scoia'tel, stand aside!" Phillipa demands, having the elves move away from the bed Saskia laid on. "Aemma, what is going on?" Aemond quietly demands of his cousin as Phillipa prepares the antidote. "I'll explain later," Aemma tells him. "Why did that...witch call you Silverlark?" "That's what I asked to be called," Aemma answers, "...and the witcher?" Aemond nods towards where Geralt stood, "you mentioned he remembers everything. Your mother? Do you still intend to make him confess his crimes?" "It wasn't...I don't," Aemma was having trouble trying to put her thoughts into words, "it might be more complicated than that," she says. "...I don't follow." "...The witcher told me that everything my father told me about my mother was a lie."

Before Aemond could ask Aemma to elaborate, Phillipa had just injected the royal blood into Saskia's heart, causing Saskia to let a pained moaned that interrupted the conversation, and brought Aemma's attention to the scene. "Silverlark, I require your assistance," the sorceress gestures for Aemma to approach the bed as she cast a spell over Saskia. Aemma stood on the other side. Phillipa took Aemma's hand and Aemma could feel some power drain from inside her as Phillipa finished casting the spell.

Phillipa took a petal from the Rose of Remembrance and placed it onto her lips, bringing the petal to Saskia's own lips, almost as if the two were kissing. "My favorite type of magic," Aemma overhears a witnessing dwarf say, "Lesbomancy." Aemma had to contain herself from scoffing. Aemond rolled his eye, not exactly impressed by this display, but hoping that this was important to whatever ritual this witch was carrying out. He only just hoped Aemma wouldn't need to be involved in this indecent display.

The petal dissolved, and before anyone could react, Saskia had slowly sat up on the bed, almost of if nothing had happened.

Aemma was about to speak, but Phillipa stopped her. "What is your name?" the sorceress inquires of the Virgin of Aedirn. "...Sae...Saesenthe..." "What do they call you?" "Saskia..." "Do you remember what happened?" "Poison..." Saskia said, remembering what was done to her, "they poisoned me...what day is it? What of the battle?! Henselt and his army?"

"Calm yourself," Phillipa assures, "you will have your battle yet, I shall go and announce that you're once again among the living."

"Saskia," Aemma speaks, getting the woman's attention, "you are truly well again?" "...I am," Saskia assures, turning to the witcher, "do I owe you my life?" "And Phillipa as well as Aemma," Geralt adds.

"You...," Saskia turned to Aemma, "you saved my life?" "I...I guess I did," Aemma admits. "We would not have been able to accomplish this task were it not for Silverlark," Phillipa adds, "she brought most of what was needed. The witcher had a hand in finding the rest." "Thank you, all of you," Saskia nods in acceptance, "I promise to return the favor," she turns to Geralt, "were you able to lift the curse?"

"No," Geralt shakes his head, "but it appears Aemma was able to do that for me."

"I uh, I'm not even sure how I managed that." "Silverlark has done the impossible," Yarpin speaks up, "it seems Saskia has made the wise decision to name her second in command." "Hail Silverlark!" one dwarf cheers, as the other witnesses join in, "Hail Silverlark!"

Aemma made a small nervous smile, not quite comfortable with all this attention; even less so when she saw the confused look on Aemond's face. "Prince Aemond?" Aemond heard Ivan's voice bring him out of the haze, he turned to see Ser Ivan standing next to him, his scarf noticeably absent, leaving the points of his ears exposed. 

Aemond wasn't sure what to say to the knight, not with the surrounding spectators singing Aemma's praise. 

---------------some time later------------------

Aemma remained in the house, still trying to process the new attention she was getting. She looked out the window to hear more of the Vergen locals cheering for Saskia and now for Aemma Silverlark.

Aemma was making a name for herself, not as a Targaryen princess, but as someone else entirely.

"Aemma?" Aemond speaks, getting his cousin's attention. Aemma made brief eye contact with the prince before averting her gaze. She was certain Aemond was still angry at her for leaving him the way she did back in Flotsam. Perhaps he was, but Aemma also noticed the look of concern on Aemond's face when he walked in. 

"How fares Ser Ivan?" Aemma decides to ask, but Aemond ignored her in favor of asking his question.

"What was that the witch had you perform?" the prince demands, "back in that room to save that woman?" "*sigh* the SORCERESS Phillipa needed some of my power to complete the antidote to save Saskia," Aemma answers. "So...it really is true then," Aemond realized, "that gift you were speaking of." "So now you believe me," Aemma scoffs, "now that you have seen it for yourself."

"And what did you mean when you there, where you saw your mother?" "I...I don't know, that I can't quite put into words," Aemma told him, "but I saw her. She was in some realm beyond this world. She was still in the clutches of the Wild Hunt. I met the King, Eredin is his name. I tried to fight him and his second in command, but they were too powerful. Then Ciri showed up and demanded Eredin release my mother from his custody." "Ciri?" "She's...she's a princess," Aemma explains, "or was- I, uh, the history books say she was the princess of Cintra before Nilfgaard invaded and conquered that place years ago. She's the one who passed me the gift I have somehow. She was there, and Cirillia was there too. They helped me rescue my mother, but I disappeared before I could finish what was started."

Aemond was confused by this explanation, not sure how it was even possible that Aemma could've physically been in one place when her body was still where it was when he initially carried her on the road back to Flotsam, "...and what was this about being this Saskia's second in command?" 

 "I swear, this wasn't the reason why I came all this way out here," Aemma tries to persuade, "All I wanted was to find my mother and rescue her from the Wild Hunt. Saskia was the one who sought me out, she...she wanted to name me her heir, the heir for when she and her allies secure Upper Aedirn and establish it as its own kingdom. Hence, why she plans to face the king of Kaedwen's army when they show up soon." 

"And you are thinking of accepting her ridiculous offer?" Aemond lightly scoffs. Aemma looks over to Aemond, noting the incredulous look on his face, "what if I had? Would you have gone after me then?" 

"If you had, that would have given me all the more reason to bring you home where you belong," Aemond admits. "Right," Aemma scoffs, "because you still care about me." "I do!" Aemond insists, approaching closer and taking Aemma's hand in his, "that's the reason I came all this way. When that ransom letter was sent to King's Landing, when I heard you were in danger, I feared the worst. I know, I said cruel things out of anger after that night on Driftmark, and that was something I had come to regret."  "Aemond-" "You were the only friend I had back in King's Landing," Aemond admits, "I had no one else the last six years." "What of Ser Ivan and Ser Criston?" "It's not the same," Aemond shakes his head.

Aemma pulled her hand away, turning to look out the window.

"...however much that may be true, I still can't leave," she says in a soft voice. "Because of your mother?" "Not that," Aemma admits, then gesturing to the window, "the dwarves of this town, the elves, and everyone else who has aligned themselves with Saskia...they all look up to me now. And it's not what I had set myself to do, but after everything I've been through for this cause, they all see me as someone. A leader, someone to listen to, and I don't even need my Targaryen name or my dragon for that here. I never expected that to happen before, not when I was just a princess of Westeros."

Aemond felt he understood to a certain extent. As a second son, the prince resonated with that desire more than anyone else. Still, he tries to reason with himself, it was different for him as a man than it is for Aemma.

"and what of your quest to find your mother?" Aemond brings up, "if that conflicts with this desire to help these people, will you be forced to make a choice?"

"My mother...oh, my mother! Geralt!" Aemma pushes a confused Aemond out of the way as she runs off to seek the witcher.

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Aemma ran out, briefly greeting anyone who addressed her with reverence in their eyes.

She looked around until she saw the witcher conversing with Zoltan and her Uncle Jaskier, the three of them also partaking in small cups of vodka. Jaskier, it appeared, had the most joyous look on his face, happy that his best friend had regained his memories. Zoltan was about to propose a toast with their vodka shots, when Aemma approached. "Geralt?"

"Aemma, good to see you," Zoltan greets, "I heard what you had done to save Saskia. Much to be commended there." "I wish to speak with Geralt," Aemma announces, "privately."

Jaskier and Zoltan exchange looks, "very well, Silverlark," Zoltan nods. "We'll finish catching up then, eh Geralt?" Jaskier says, giving the witcher a light punch on the shoulder, something he ended up regretting, "ow." The bard and the dwarf walk away. 

"You've really grown," Geralt complements, "you look so much-" "Like my mother," Aemma finishes with a small smile, "yeah, I have been getting that a lot as of late." Geralt let out a small laugh in response.

"You said you remember my mother now," Aemma addresses. "I do," Geralt nods, "I remember when she first came to Kaer Morhen, when she was still carrying you inside her womb. I remember when she was taken away, and I remember when...when I fist came to King's Landing." "So...she wasn't...she left King's Landing of her own accord?" "What exactly did you father tell you?" Geralt inquires to which Aemma gave the full story she was taught since she was a little girl, when her father would tuck her in at night and tell her the romance between himself and the Lady of Larks. "He told me a bad man took her away," Aemma continues, "a witcher with white hair and gold eyes abducted her in the dead of night when everyone else was asleep. I believed him when I was a child, but when I was older, when I first to the Continent, I heard different stories about my mother, and I began to notice there were gaps in my father's story that weren't adding up. And Uncle Jaskier he...he told me the Lady of Larks had left of her own volition, that my father took me from my mother's arms that night and...and that he was hurting her."

Geralt's eyes soften in response to how soft Aemma's voice became when she said that last part. "He...he was doing more than hurting her, Aemma. I...I don't exactly know the nature of their relationship, at least what it was like in the beginning, but there was a reason she left the first time when she discovered she was with child. There was a reason she sought me out in Kaer Morhen, a place where very few could ever venture. Your father found out at some point and...he was not too happy about it."

Aemma felt her eyes begin to moisten, the thought her mother had faced her father's wrath at some point filled her with dread. "how did it happen? What happened that night when she escaped?"

"We were supposed to leave by ship initially," Geralt explains, "We had snuck out of the Red Keep in the dead of night when everyone else had fallen asleep...or so we thought. Your father discovered our plot, and had soldiers try and apprehend us. Knights of the king then came onto the scene and took us to the throne room." "Uncle Viserys," Aemma realized, "he knew about this?" "Your father had initially told everyone, the king included, that the Lady of Larks was abducted by the witchers and taken to Kaer Morhen against her will," Geralt nods, "but that night, your mother confessed to the king and anyone else there that it was a lie. Your father sought to refute this and keep her there, but the sorceress friend of ours opened a portal and cast a spell, freezing everyone there in time." 

"Triss?" "A different sorceress," Geralt corrects, "Yennefer of Vengerberg." "I think I've heard of her before," Aemma realizes, "why would she help my mother?" "There's a long history there," Geralt answers, "a...complicated one at that, but more to the point, she helped us escape. She opened the portal to bring us back to the Continent, but your father was able to break her spell and pulled you out of your mother's arms at the very last moment."

Aemma felt a tear escape her eye the moment the witcher finished his story. She sniffled a bit and wiped that stray tear away. Geralt stood there with concern, but ready to answer any other questions the young princess had for her. "She was able to escape," Aemma said faintly, "but she couldn't come back for me..." "She tried, she did everything she could," Geralt assured, placing a hand on Aemma's shoulder, "your mother loved you. She fought with all her might to return to you. So much had gotten in the way."

That moment, Aemma felt her power come to her; the moment she made eye contact with Geralt, she saw his memories from that night. 

She saw her mother, pull Geralt into a embrace, tears streaming from her eyes. She saw Geralt hiding behind the secret door in her mother's rooms when her father came in, and she saw the fear in her mother's eyes when her father approached her, the way he stopped when she exclaimed, "Daemon, I'm pregnant!"

The vision changed back to that night when everyone had escaped. Aemma saw her mother fall down in pain, looking up to Geralt with that same fear in her eyes, "Geralt...I...I think there's something wrong with this baby."

Aemma stepped back, now a look of shock in her face. "Aemma?" "I...I saw bits and pieces of what happened from your point of view of that night," Aemma manages to say once she comes to her senses, "mother, she...she was with child again? By my father?"

Before Geralt could answer that, the dwarf alderman for Vergen approached, "Silverlark," he addresses, "a man stands at the gate, waiting to be let in. He says you and your cousin could vouch for him." "Who is he?" "I believe he goes by the name uh...Crispin Colt."

"Oh!" Aemma exclaims running towards the gates; sure enough, she sees Criston clearly having worded argument with the Dwarven guards. "It's alright!" Aemma assures the guards, "let Ser Criston pass." The guards had some hesitant looks, but did as Aemma bid.

"Princess," Criston approaches Aemma with a stern look on his face. "Ser Criston," Aemma greets, "Let apologize for the way you were left behind. I didn't expect Phillipa to just take me like that." "You went in willingly by the looks of it," Criston points out, "princess, I don't know what it is that is happening here, but it is imperative we leave for King's Landing at once. Where is your cousin, the prince?"  "Ser Cole!" Aemond rushed over upon seeing the knight. Ivan showed up as well, his scarf back in place the moment he heard Criston was trying to enter Vergen, and the half-elf had no wish to disclose this identity of his to the senior knight just yet.

"Ser Ivan," Criston sneered, drawing his sword. "Cole!" Aemond exclaims. Some of the guards were about to draw their own swords, but Aemma stopped him. "He is a knight of the Kingsguard," Criston points out, "Ser Ivan made vows before the king and the Seven. He broke them the moment he boarded that barge with the princess. He left his post, and for that he must be executed. The Kingsguard is for life, Ser, or did you forget?"

Ivan stood there, not sure what he could say. It is true that Ivan did break his vows the moment he joined Aemma and the Scoia'tel. He had forgotten his commitment the moment it came to light who his father was. "Ser Ivan broke no vows," Aemma stood in front of Ivan. "Princess-" "The Kingsguard have sworn oaths to protect the king AND his blood," Aemma points out, "am I not the king's blood?" Criston was reluctant, but he nodded in response, "Ser Ivan joined the Scoia'tel to protect me, the king's niece. As far as I can see, he has not soiled his cloak."

Criston had an indecipherable look on his face as he switched his gaze to Ivan and then back at Aemma. The man was understandably upset. Things have not been going according to plan ever since the trio had set in Novigrad. It has been one obstacle after another, and it was starting to get really annoying at this point. All Criston Cole just wanted right now was for everyone to return to King's Landing and get away from this land of madness.

"You don't need to defend me princess," Ivan assures, moving past Aemma to face Criston, "if you do indeed feel I have violated my oath to the Kingsguard in anyway, Ser, then by all means..." Ivan draws his sword and hands it to Criston, "plunge this through my heart." Criston had to wonder if this was some kind of test. He saw the few onlookers that passed by as they were preparing for battle, the elves especially. If Criston was to shed blood here, what would be the repercussions, even if the execution was justified. The confidence- or more like arrogance- coming from Ivan, something Criston had not seen from this young man, he couldn't help but wonder what else was going on. Ivan had always been something of an enigma to Criston ever since he took the young man to squire after the passing of Ser Laenor. Ivan had been a mostly quiet pupil, keeping to himself during training, and not having disclosed much of his past to Criston during the six years they've known each other...interestingly a complete contrast to the way Ivan was witnessed to have been in presence of the late Ser Laenor.

Was there something there Laenor had known about Ivan that Criston didn't...was there something these Vergen residents knew?

In the end, Criston handed the sword back to Ivan, speaking in a low tone, "if the princess says you have not broken your oath...if you had left to protect her...then I see no need to question your honor." "You are too kind, good Ser," Ivan nods.

"We should leave at once," Criston continues his insistence, "that Kaedwini army is still camp out there. They have plans to march towards this village, we cannot afford to linger any longer."

A bugle horn sounded off right at that moment. 

"We might be too late," Aemma says in a low tone.

Chapter 49.5

[amberthefantasy]

and the dragons danced?

chapter six: RHAENYRA III

The next morning was similar to the previous one. But this time Aegon was talking more. He joked with Jace over whether or not Vermax would eventually outstrip Sunfyre in speed. "Of course he will! Vermax is from one of Syrax's clutches and she's one of the fastest dragons!" Jace proudly proclaimed.

"Well, Sunfyre is from the same sire and dam as Meleys, and she is the fastest!" Aegon countered.

"You're both wrong—" Baela cut in— "Moondancer will be the fastest, she's Meleys' hatchling." Both boys turned on her and the three devolved into arguing. Rhaenyra glanced at Daemon who was watching them with a fondness on his face that he reserved for family. 

"Mother?" Luke's voice pulled her from her reverie, "which dragon do you think will be the fastest?"

"Oh well... none of them will ever beat Syrax of—"

"MOTHER!" Jace, Luke and Joffrey complained.

Rhaenyra laughed, "I don't know as much about dragons as Daemon, ask him."

All eyes turned to Daemon who leant back in his seat to ponder. "Well, based solely on their dam and sire... Moondancer is the most likely."

Baela smirked triumphantly but her father wasn't done. "However, I believe that Vermax and Sunfyre are both better built for speed... and if I had to guess... Sunfyre."

Aegon let out a loud cheer and punched Jace on the shoulder. Jace and Baela both rolled their eyes. "Although..." Daemon began again, his voice was distant now as he got lost in thoughts of dragons, "Tyraxes and Stormcloud are still so small it's hard to tell what they're builds will be... I have never seen the one that Daeron hatched—"

"—Tessarion," Aegon put in, his voice relaxed again.

"Yes... those three may change it."

"Or Shrykos and Morghul," Aegon said. The table turned to him confused and Aegon smiled softly. "My childrens," he explained.

"Their eggs hatched?" Rhaena asked.

"Yes," Aegon smiled proudly, it was the first time since his arrival he'd mentioned the small children he'd had with Helaena and Rhaenyra leant in slightly, as if she would hear even more simply by being closer. "Jaehaera's hatched when they were 2, Jaehaerys' a year later."

"They named them Shrykos and Morghul." Luke said, it wasn't a question but Aegon nodded anyway.

"Well... Helaena named them, the twins just giggled," his eyes grew slightly wistful at the memory.

"You didn't help?" Rhaenyra asked.

Her brother's eyes drifted to her and something like guilt flashed in them, "no... I was drunk." He confessed. There was silence at the table for a moment, before Joffrey leant forward. "I've never been drunk, Mother won't let me."

Aegon smiled softly at his nephew, "good. It... isn't a good thing."

Rhaenyra smiled softly. She'd heard rumours that her eldest brother was a wastrel drunk. But, though they'd only really been speaking for the last day, she could see that he wasn't the happiest with himself. A glance at Daemon told her that her husband had deduced the same. He used to drink when he was unhappy too. If Aegon really was always drunk... was he always unhappy? The thought almost made her wince.

The cry of a dragon echoed through the keep. "Meleys?" Rhaena whispered.

"Go to your lessons children," Daemon waved them off, "Ser Lorent, go receive the Princess Rhaenys and bring her to the Painted Table." The Kingsguard bowed and left. The children- was Aegon still a child? He was nine-and-ten, but he acted like a child- the children all stood and left the room, though Jace, Luke, Baela and Rhaena didn't look pleased to be leaving.

"Let us go see what our cousin needs." Rhaenyra grimaced.

--

Daemon was standing by the fire, obviously trying to prepare himself for the news they knew was coming. Rhaenyra ran her hand over her bump, gods, for the day since Aegon's arrival she had tried to put the reason for his sudden arrival out of her mind. He thought their father was dead, and now Rhaenys was here probably with confirmation of that fact. 

"The Princess Rhaenys Targaryen," Ser Lorent announced as they entered the room.

"Thank you, Ser Lorent," Rhaenyra said, the knight bowed and walked to the side of the room. Rhaenys was wearing her riding armour, deep red and black scales that made her look every bit the Targaryen princess she was. "Princess Rhaenys, might we hope for news of Lord Corlys' recovering?"

"Viserys is dead." Rhaenys said, her voice void of emotion.

Rhaenyra placed her hand over her stomach and felt the pain that she'd pushed aside for the past day resurface. It was true. Her father was dead. "I grieve this loss with you, Rhaenyra," Rhaenys continued, her voice softening. "My cousin, your father... possessed a kind heart." Rhaenyra nodded. Daemon walked closer and placed a hand on her back in silent comfort. Rhaenys hesitated for a moment and then walked forward. "There is more."

Rhaenyra sucked in a breath and nodded for Rhaenys to continue. "They have attempted to crown Aegon as his successor, but the boy is missing."

Daemon scoffed. Rhaenys' eyes cut to him, "I heard rumours..."

"True." Daemon said, "my nephew is here."

Rhaenys raised a brow, "where is he?"

"With the other children, studying I assume," Rhaenyra breathed out. 

"What did the queen demand of you?" Daemon asked, switching the conversation back to the happenings of Kings Landing. 

"She demanded I bend the knee and swear to Aegon," Rhaenys explained, "though he was not present in the city so I wonder how I would do that."

"How did you escape?" Rhaenyra asked.

"Ser Erryk Cargyll, he led me through Maegor's tunnels and out into the city," the Lady of Driftmark smiled slightly, "I was able to reach Meleys and fly away."

"Thank you," Rhaenyra said, her voice still a soft whisper, "for coming to inform us."

Rhaenys bowed her head slightly, "of course, Princess."

Rhaenyra straightened slightly and removed her hand from her stomach, "Ser Lorent, please retrieve my children and my brother." Ser Lorent bowed and left to find the young ones. "Rhaenys, please stay here for the day, rest."

"Of course," Rhaenys nodded. One of the Dragonstone guards stepped forward to lead Rhaenys to a spareroom to bathe and change. Rhaenyra smiled at her cousin as she left.

Rhaenyra turned to Daemon. Her husband was standing straight-backed beside her, but Rhaenyra could see that the confirmation of his brother's death had pained him just as much as it had her. "Come my love, we have plans to make."

--

"Mother?" Jace's voice brought Rhaenyra out of the pained reverie she and Daemon had fallen into after Rhaenys left.

Rhaenyra turned her eyes to her children, and Aegon, as they entered the room. "King Viserys is dead."

"Viserys?" Luke asked, his voice shaking slightly, "it's true?" Rhaenyra nodded in conformation and she saw Luke lean into Rhaena slightly in comfort. 

Baela had gripped Jace's hand and, though the two older siblings remained unmoving, Rhaenyra saw the pain in their eyes. Aegon though, had the biggest reaction. His hand flew to his chest and her brother let out a pained whimper. He had already thought their father was dead, but the confirmation seemed to pain him just as it had her and Daemon.

"Rhaenys is here," Daemon said after a moment of silence.

All eyes snapped to him. "Grandmother?" Rhaena asked.

"Yes, she should be bathing after her flight but I'm sure she'll wish you see you after." Baela and Rhaena smiled at each other. "First," Daemon said, "plans."

Jace let Baela's hand go and stepped forward. "What is the current plan?"

"Since the only person able to sufficiently challenge my claim has sworn himself to me directly," Rhaenyra began, smiling slightly at Aegon who blushed, "then I believe it shall be slightly simpler to claim the throne."

"Yes," Daemon agreed, "and given the amount of dragons we possess over them, even simpler."

"So what? We fly directly to the Red Keep and just take the throne with force?" Baela asked.

"Not quite," Rhaenyra shook her head, "Alicent is still the Dowager Queen. Helaena and Aemond are our kin--"

"Don't forget the twins and Maelor!" Luke cut in.

"Yes, thank you Luke," Rhaenyra said with a chiding look to her second child. He blushed a little, sometimes Luke reminded her that he was still a boy and not the mature man he and Jace often presented themselves as here on Dragonstone. "As I was saying, we have family in the keep and though I'm sure Daemon would want nothing more than to put Ser Otto's head on a spike," her husband didn't even try to look chagrined, "I would rather not start my reign with bloodshed."

"Then we just fly there and take it without blood," Aegon said. Everyone looked towards him and he looked a little uncomfortable before continuing. "Like Rhaenyra said, I'm here. They can't exactly challenge for the throne with Helaena. No one would fight a war just to put a different queen on the throne. Aemond and Daeron are my younger brothers. If I don't want the throne, they couldn't challenge for it either."

"So..." Jace looked thoughtful, "we just take it and there is no one to even try and challenge for it..."

"What about Daeron?" Baela said, "he isn't in Kings Landing. He's in Oldtown and he is in danger if the Hightower's scheme for the throne."

Aegon's eyes widened slightly at the thought of their youngest brother being in danger. "I'll go get him," he said. 

"What?" Daemon hissed.

Aegon gulped but explained, "I'll fly to Oldtown and bring Daeron and Tessarion here before we fly to King's Landing."

"It would make a greater statement," Daemon mused, "two sons of Viserys flying in with their sister..."

Rhaenyra pursed her lips. "Jace will go with you," she said after a moment. Both boys looked at her in confusion. "I don't want anyone flying that far without someone else with them, not now. And especially not to Oldtown."

"Okay," Jace nodded, always willing to help in whatever way he could. Aegon looked slightly annoyed at not being trusted to go alone but nodded as well.

"That would give us... eight dragons with riders and one hatchling too small to ride but large enough to breathe fire. To their two dragons and two hatchlings," Daemon said, "good odds."

"One of their dragons is Vhagar, remember," Rhaenyra responded, "but hopefully it won't matter how many dragons we have."

"Yes... hopefully," Aegon muttered. As the small meeting separated, with the four children going to visit their grandmother and Daemon to plan with the guards, the two siblings locked eyes. Rhaenyra and Aegon didn't say a word to each other, but their eyes shimmered with the shared pain of grief.

atdd masterlist / post masterlist

[shallowoak]

Design Chatter - MLP Grand Line Gang!

>> Link to the art here! <<

I really enjoyed rambling about the East Blue Crew, so I'm back again to talk your ears off about the rest of the crew now that I've finally posted them! Once again, fair warning that this will be long and there will be spoilers!

I kept a few simple guidelines for myself in mind:

Keep it fun and surprising, in the spirit of the original!

I draw in the G4 style, but features from every gen and toy line are fair game

I love back card / blind bag style character blurbs. I live for crumbs of worldbuilding XD

I've purposefully not included cutie marks because I suck at drawing them and I'd never finish a piece if I had to draw them :v (maybe a post for another time?)

🌸Chopper🌸

In-universe:

Further than the Crystal Empire, even beyond Yakyakistan, Chopper hails from the frozen north. A skilled potion maker, he loves to brew warm healing tonics with ingredients found on the mountain. He's hoping he can learn to skywalk like the Reindeer in Robin's books!

Design:

Every now and again, it's nice to do a 1:1 translation of a character rather than a full reimagining! Reindeer appear in G4 during the special Best Gift Ever, so it's the little changes that make Chopper 'ponified'- the lighter patches on his face, ears and tummy. The swirls in his inner ears. Changing his hoof/antler colour to be just a little more pink. One thing I did add was little baby deer spots shaped like blossom for an extra pop of colour!

I chose to draw him in Defence Point because it's cuter 🥺 my mind also thought to draw Brain Point in the Equestria Girls style and I'm not sure the world is ready for that 😂 Defence Point was also supposed to harken back to a popular fluffy fan character- before I found out their creator isn't someone I want to be celebrating. But you live and learn when trying to reference fandom culture 🤷

📚Robin📚

In-universe:

Many hooves make light work! Having studied at the Mythica University and Golden Oak libraries alike, this magic scholar always has a spell to get her crew out of a pinch! During her travels, the wily CP9 tried restraining her magic with a tennis ball!

Design:

Hm. Put into pony form, Robin kind of looks like Twilight. Similar key colours and hairstyles can't really be avoided. I don't think it's necessarily a bad thing, though. Something about this combination must just give off 'bookish'! Besides, there are plenty of character foils to Twilight that look like her in canon, too. Moondancer, Sunset, Starlight... Robin could fall into this category- a promising student led astray by forces beyond her control. It certainly isn't easy being a magic student.

Rather than an odd outward appearance, Robin's fear factor is based on people's perceptions of her abilities. I feel like she's similar to Nami in looking normal and still getting demonised. Left to her own devices, she just likes to travel and study! So I didn't want to give her a super edgy design and feed into those misconceptions. Robin is at her coolest when she chooses to be wicked for herself!

She's a normal pony, but she's still a little more dark and mysterious than someone like Twilight. That sweeping black mane, heavy hooves, and curved horn—not to mention that colourful glint in her eye—make her sturdier than a Unicorn like Sanji, and her calm confidence lets you know it! I like to think Nami has inspired her to look into getting a big flowery leg design, but she's a little worried about being even more recognisable.

⭐Franky⭐

In-universe:

Self-acceptance and found family are super! Building each other up is almost as satisfying as building new airships... almost. This loud n' proud Griffon makes Canterlot cruisers and Ornithian pirate ships alike! Lately, within the crew, he's been helping Usopp come to terms with being a Cutie Mark-less creature. Every creature has worth and is deserving of love, with or without a mark!

Design:

Franky just kinda washed up from somewhere and that really ignited my imagination when it came to his appearance. From the start, I was adamant that he should be a creature with 'fingers'. There's something about crafting with your hands that can't be recreated with Unicorn magic.

MLP Griffons are known for their strong personalities and love of precious metals- so I thought one was a great fit for the unapologetic, totally authentic Franky! This larger body also gives him more space to customise, more feathers and fluff to style!

Horse noses are very closely linked to the shape of their mouths, so having the top half of his beak be metal avoided a lot of weird imagery. His pre-time skip design shows less of his cyborg nature, but being able to use bird forelegs definitely helped to dampen the weirdness of his bulky arms more than the noodly legs of a pony. Without the differentiation between fore and upper leg, I think he'd just look swollen! Besides, you do not want to take a strong right with added claws 😬

I think it's definitely easier to imagine a solo Griffon making ships than a solo pony! His large wings and long tail help keep him safe and balanced while he works high up, and his muscular back limbs help shift heavy materials. Those back legs are coloured to look like his Speedo, as they appear less fluffy than the rest of him.

🎶Brook🎶

In-universe:

This lifelong sailor knows no pony is an island. Music can bring every creature and animal on the seas together- if only you stop to listen ❤️ All our paths are bound to cross again one day, even if the seas are wide! Magic works in mysterious ways, no bones about it!

Design:

I felt that if I was going to go to the effort of drawing a full pony skeleton, I didn't want to then cover my hard work up with clothes. Now I'm thinking I should've- the structure on those limbs was hard to draw! I looked at real horse skellies, the Hidden Dissectibles figures, and even the 'Don't Mine at Night' MLP crossover parody song... None of it made it any easier 😂 would not recommend.

Seeing as there wasn't much I could do with his base design, I decided instead to add to it! In the climax of the Rainbow Rocks movie, the Siren villains summon giant magical projections of themselves to attack. This reminded me of Brook's soul leaving his body- so that's what I drew! Though it doesn't have any mind control powers, I still wouldn't advise touching this frosty apparition... or any of the sound waves it produces!

☀️Jinbei☀️

In-universe:

Design:

Keeps up with 'current' affairs! This sagely Seapony is a pillar of the community as well as Equestria! He helps the crew stay on course (emotionally and literally) as the world changes and expands around them- it's always an exciting time both above and below the surface!

I should've been more forward-thinking and drawn him up for Mermay! Seaponies have a long history with the MLP universe, appearing alongside their land counterparts at the start of G1- a fact I think is very fitting for his character. Of course, Jinbei's design is based on Whale Sharks, and Fishmen/Merfolk as a whole are so unique with how they can be designed. Seaponies too are different in every generation- so I had a lot of fun incorporating as many unique elements as I could!

I couldn't exactly make a horse wide and flat to mimic a Whale Shark's body as he does in his canon appearance, so I decided instead to lean in more to the cute spots and shark-shaped tail fin! Then I extended his sideburns to create a softer border between his body colours and to add back some visual interest lost by removing the large membrane fin G4 Seaponies have. Jinbei is already pretty hefty and strong, so a little extra fluff doesn't noticeably slow him down.

It's certainly more difficult to imagine hair as fins; they're so much more rigid. Without individual strands or the ability to curl like natural hair, it's a lot harder to suggest diverse textures. But I still think the semi-transparent look is a lot of fun to look at and layer, and it helps his blonde streaks stand out!

Though I could've put the sun brand on his flank, it just didn't look or feel right when we're so used to seeing it on his chest. Seaponies don't usually get their own marks, and the sun is a widely used symbol of freedom. Leaving his flank free still gives me the option of giving him a unique mark in the future- he's still a prominent individual in his own right!

[blueberrypancakesworld]

My ramble about hotd season2. - episode three - spoiler

Yes, I could only watch the episode in the afternoon, I had a lot to do and tried to avoid the whole internet. First of all as in every little ramble thing wonderful shots, the actors did a wonderful phenomenal job and the sets/culises are just incredible also the cgi for the dragons cheff kiss.

So first of all Helaena my sweet Helaena your family does not deserve you and your beautiful room the desgin is just beautiful. But Alicent I understand that it's hard to fight off the conflict between your kids, Crispi Cole wanting your handkerchief and not just kissing your ex in the septa but please you could have just talked to Rhaenyra normally and not "it wasn't a mistake". Plus I miss Otto as a Hand as much as I liked Crispi (in terms of him saving Gwayne and being more skilled at it than Alicent's brother) I need a capable Lord Hand and not Crispi peeking after Alicent in a very simp manner. Also Gwayne I was really excited to see how he would come across and I have to say I don't like him as much as I thought I would. I thought he would be a bit like his father but rather a pillar of support for his sister but I don't know he's too calm (reminds me of Renly or Loras) until he sees my queen Baela and Moondancer and first realizes, "Oh shoot those are dragons". Aegon who I thought was going to fly off by now changes his mind about Larys (who once again continues to spin his spider webs quite well actually) and then pulls the whole brothel thing I was disappointed I thought he would have at least learned something.

But yes the brothel scene Aemond you didn't deserve the family, you paid for a few quiet hours with the woman dei dier comfort asks just to put his armor back on so it doesn't have to be that way I'm all so sorry for you…but you always look good don't worry. ps : The young squire who was just dragged along frees my boy from drunken Aegon. The non binary Bracken and our psycho Bloody Ben were just slaying in the first few minutes I thought wow new shipping but then the fight was really sweet I must say. Oh and Daemon in Harrenhal Alys my sweet I really love you but let the man sleep in that moth hole for a bit and give him a nice dream although he probably needed the realization.

Yes yes Rhaena your grandma is sticking up for you (Rhaenys and Corlys best couple I stick with them they are so sweet and Corlys listen to your wife damn it). Rhaena is so sweet but I think she will do anything to protect her "brothers" and honor her house and protect the dragons.

That one pisser the bastard of Baelon didn't you see I don't get the name Ulf I'm not sure anymore I knew he was a two faced but so quick uff just uff. I was ect surprised that Rhaenyra actually went to önigmsund and that she first thought that her father never wanted her on the throne but then came the realization that she always was and it was a mistake with Aegon. I had hope that Alicet will try to see that too but no I can understand both Rhaenya who now sees no way out but to fight with dragons and Alicent who can't go back to fix this "mistake" on which her son's legacy rests.

Well that was episode three I'm really looking forward to the next one. Oh and shout out to the castellan of Harenhall I like you

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[tigris-types]

Okay so Izzy straight says that Elder Flower's stories are already true and filled with history even if they don't make sense. Which means if you already know the story she is trying to tell, you know what story she is telling, but if you don't, she won't be very helpful. Which is where Sunny and Zipp find themselves.

But for those who know, Elder Flower is a descendant of Moondancer - Twilight's former best friend in Canterlot - and she definitely knows more than she let's on. For instance her story of the bat named Dawn, is about Celestia, Starswirl, and Opaline. Dawn has to be Celestia, the shining light of Equestia, and the other bat is Opaline, the one who wants to have all the "fruit" to herself.

Now, why is Starswirl the spider? Well, if bats are alicorns, then the spider has to be something other than an alicorn and it has to be someone "Dawn" trusted. We know from G4 that the elements Celestia and Luna used to seal away villains (before the Mane 6 used them), we're actually created by Starswirl based on his own groups of friends. Starswirl was also a mentor to Celestia and would protect Equestia with the other Pillars. He sure sounds like the type of person she would go to for help.

Before the pony of shadows trapped the Pillars, I think Starswirl help Celestia and Luna seal away Opaline. I think this is also why Celestia and Luna were trusted with the Elements of Harmony after Starswirl disappeared, because Starswirl knew they had experience dealing with threats to Equestia!

It's also possible that the tree of Harmony was part of the web that kept Opaline trapped in another realm, similar to the pony of shadows, and so when the tree was destroyed, she was able to slowly make her escape back to Equestia.

[just-sonic-things]

Something Going on in Green Hill (Part 2)

TIMESKIP: 3 months later

Shadow's POV:

My mother fought pretty long and hard to try and get full custody of me, so that my father couldn't get the right to treat me like his punching bag. With my evidence piled up and her sheer determination, the courts determined that full custody would be going to her & that she would get the house, as well as any money that was needed to raise me. Otherwise known as "Child Support". Every day after school, even weekends, had prepared me for this outcome. No one else really knew what was going on at school, because I didn't really talk to anyone else much. Well, other than Knuckles & a few other kids. But I never spoke about any of this to anyone besides appropriate counselors and such. The weight had been lifted off my shoulders and I didn't need to see my dad ever again if I so chose. Of course I did.

Like I'd ever want to see the man ever again, especially after all the times he's laid his hands on me.

I was just happy to get to school the next day. During all of this, I landed a main part in a play. Problem? I was Romeo, Amy was Juliet. She was a great girl, don't get me wrong. However... We had to kiss. I confided in Amy, telling her that I was a bit uncomfy with the idea of kissing her in such a public setting, even if it was just for show. She nodded, saying how uncomfy it was for her as well, considering she liked Sonic. And the public aspect of it as well. Right when she confessed who she liked, for some reason or another... I slipped and said that I liked someone too. My cheeks became red as Knuckles' dreads. Funny, he was the exact person I was thinking of.

Through that whole court battle, he helped me emotionally with whatever I needed. He knew that there was the custody battle going on, but he didn't know the exact details of it because I didn't want to disturb him. Knuckles was there every day, checking in on me and seeing how I was doing and even providing hugs & all. Thinking of his strong arms wrapped around me made me flustered all over. Amy snapped me out of this trance.

"Well who is it?! Who do ya like?" Amy asked, smiling.

"... It's not a girl, I can tell you that" I replied coldly.

"... You're gay? And I'M the first person you told?! I'm so happy for you, Shadow!" Amy said happily, hugging me closely to her. "Sooo... Which of the boys is it?" she asked teasingly.

"I-It's Knuckles" I reply, still smiling a little.

Amy's smile seemed to widen a little more. She told me that there were rumors going around that Knuckles may actually be Bisexual, so that I had a decent chance. I gasped and kicked my feet excitedly. I placed a hand on her shoulder, thanking her for her support. "Of course! You're not the first person to come out to me, and you're a great friend. I support you no matter what" Amy said, her smile practically never leaving her face. She insisted that she wanted to help me with getting a date with Knuckles, but I told her that I wanted to try it myself. She patted me on the back, telling me that he likes fairly big gestures. He may get slightly flustered over it, but that's normal for him. Knuckles didn't quite get subtle hints and all that, so it made sense that he would want something in "flashing lights" so to speak. Once Amy and I got done reading through our lines, I got to practicing what I wanted to say to Knuckles.

Knuckles' POV:

... I am purely floored at this point. I don't know what to say, but I feel the red, hot intensity of my blush on my cheeks. Let me back things up a little bit.

The gym was unusually dark when I walked in for class. Some of the girls were fawning over me as usual, but I paid no mind to it. Instead, my eyes were fixated on the now singular spotlight... Shining on Shadow. A soft, slow dance song came on: Moondance (A/N: Feel free to listen in the background for an experience). Son of a bitch, he knew that this was a fantasy of mine. To dance under moonlight to this. He came up in a rather cute looking outfit and he took my hand. We slow danced for a while, with him twirling me around and all. When the song ended with "Can I just have one more moondance with you.. My love?", Shadow put emphasis on "My love" and winked & smiled at me. I pulled away from him momentarily and blushed heavily.

"Shadow... That was beautiful. I don't know what to say.." I say nervously.

"Well, what do you say, My love?" Shadow replied in a flirty tone.

I had no other response, other than to kiss his soft lips. Everyone in the background watching was applauding us, even some of the football team & the P.E coach. The coach was clamoring about how nice that was, all for the sake of "young love". Of course, we had people that gave us funny looks, but we ignored them. Through the whole Gym class, I couldn't stop focusing on Shadow. The two of us were paired up on the same team. We still put our all into the Dodgeball game, but once we were out, we were flirting and talking to each other. Shadow's head rested in my lap, seeming rather content. Once class came to an end, we changed and walked to English class together. Holding hands, of course. Some of Shadow's friends saw us and were extremely content, especially Amy. She rushed up to us excitedly, asking how Shadow got hold of me.

Shadow explained everything he did, including arranging things with the Gym teacher to get that done. I was rather impressed with all of this effort he went to just to ask me out. I wrapped an arm around him, kissing his forehead. He reciprocated, kissing my cheek. We walked like that to class, sitting in our seats. The teacher, as soon as the bell rang, went around our desks to check for the homework. Shadow was doodling in his notebook as usual and I'd just watch him draw whatever he wanted to. He told me that tomorrow night was the "Big Play"... Romeo and Juliet. And how nervous he was that he had to kiss Amy on stage.

"It shouldn't be too bad. It's only a stage kiss. Besides, you know how you feel when I kiss ya, don't you Shad?" I teased.

"Stop iitt!" Shadow whined a little, playfully hitting my shoulder. "You're not wrong though. I shouldn't worry too much. I know she doesn't like me like that anyway" he finished.

I jokingly ask if I'm invited to this play... Only for him to take out an extra ticket. He said that his mom got one a while back, initially meant for his dad. But he wasn't involved in their lives anymore, so it went to waste. I took the ticket, insisting that I'd be there for him all the way. Shadow blushed and smiled, snapping back to attention once the English teacher urged us to silence our conversation. We went back to our usual classroom activity, before the final bell rang.

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