#✕··· ❛ the princess rose from the ashes her dragon lovers made of her and became the queen ❜ ⸢margo hanson ¦ alice quinn ⸥

[arkaiveofurown]

Between Thrones and Ashes - Part I

Pairing: Sabo x Celestial Dragon!Reader

Part 2 SOON!

A spoiled Celestial Dragon, used to getting everything with a snap of her fingers. A reckless Revolutionary, defying the world with every step. What would happen when their worlds collide?

tags: series, enemies to lovers

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There were three kinds of people in Mary Geoise: those who served, those who groveled, and those like you—who never had to lift a finger unless it was to point at something you wanted.

You lounged on a throne-like chair, legs tucked beneath you, surrounded by an entourage of attendants. One brushed your hair with a golden comb. Another held a chilled drink to your lips. A third waved a fan carved from phoenix feathers, despite the temperature being perfectly controlled.

“It’s too quiet,” you sighed, snapping your fingers.

Within seconds, a pair of violinists emerged from behind a silk curtain and began playing something soft and expensive-sounding.

You rolled your eyes. “Not that again. Play the one I heard in the Rose Ballroom last week. The one with the sparkle.”

The violinists flinched. “Y-Yes, Lady Y/N!”

At your feet, two maids knelt beside your jeweled slippers, ready in case you decided to grace the corridor with your presence. Behind you, silent guards stood with their heads bowed, hands resting on the hilts of ornate weapons—not to protect you, not really, but to remind everyone else what happened if they disrespected a Celestial Dragon.

Not that anyone dared. You were a Holy Noble, a World Noble—one of the so-called gods who lived above the clouds.

You didn’t breathe the same air as the rest of the world. Literally. A clear glass bubble helmet sat beside you on a velvet pillow, polished daily by the same maid who washed your sheets with milk and flower oil. You wore it any time you descended to the “lower world”—the Red Line or, heaven forbid, the Blue Sea below.

That helmet was your inheritance. A symbol of status. A barrier between you and the filth of the outside.

And you hated it.

You hated the way it fogged up your vision, made your nose itch, flattened your hair. It turned you into a walking snow globe, admired but untouchable.

“Lady Y/N,” a voice piped up beside you—your head maid, gentle and a little too observant for your liking. “Shall I summon the bathing fountain? Or perhaps the exotic pet parade? The squirrel-lions arrived from Totto Land this morning.”

You flicked your nails. “No. I’m bored of panthers. And squirrel-lions are so two seasons ago. Bring me something fluffier. Maybe from Wano this time. None of that North Blue trash.”

“Yes, my lady.”

A butler with graying hair and shaking hands stepped forward and bowed so deeply you thought his spine might snap. “You have a poetry recital scheduled in the East Wing with Saint Charlotte.”

You stared at him. “Cancel it. Tell her I’ve fallen into a sugar-induced coma.”

His face paled. “A-ah, very good, my lady.”

Once he scurried off, you laid your head against the silken cushions and closed your eyes. Everything smelled like perfume and honeyed tea. Too sweet. Too still.

You were surrounded by luxury—cherry blossom incense burning from dragon-shaped censers, fine gold-thread carpets from Dressrosa, imported desserts so rare entire villages starved to grow the ingredients—but it all felt dull lately. You didn’t know why.

Maybe it was just the silence. Or maybe it was the way no one ever spoke to you like a person. You were always “my lady,” never “you.”

Even your own family treated you like an object—something delicate and glittering that couldn’t be let out in the rain.

You liked nice things. Shiny things. Compliments. Attention. But you didn’t like cruelty.

No, you’d made that decision very early.

You didn’t own slaves like your uncles did. You refused to attend the Human Auction, no matter how many invitations you received. Your cousin called you “soft,” “silly,” “a girl playing princess instead of goddess.”

But you preferred your servants paid, your animals pampered, and your furniture not made from people.

You were spoiled, sure. But not evil.

“Lady Y/N,” the maid said again, “shall we prepare the sky garden for your afternoon nap?”

You exhaled. “Has it been re-perfumed with the jasmine fog?”

“Yes, my lady. As requested.”

“Fine,” you muttered, standing slowly. They draped you in a soft robe of sunspun silk and slipped your slippers on like a coronation. “Bring the strawberry milk. And the parasol shaped like a koi fish.”

As you were escorted through the palace halls, walking on plush rugs embroidered with family crests and history you didn’t care about, your slippers made no sound—just like everyone around you.

It was a life of softness. Of silk and silence.

And somehow, it was still never enough.

——

You walked, your thoughts drifting idly, as your entourage followed closely behind—just as they always did. But today, the weight of being constantly observed felt heavier than usual.

“Leave me,” you muttered under your breath, already irritated by their proximity.

“My lady?” one of the guards asked, stepping forward.

“Leave,” you repeated, sharper this time. “I wish to be alone.”

After a moment of hesitation, they bowed and scattered, disappearing behind the rows of hedges and fountains. Finally, silence. Alone, you felt the tension in your shoulders ease for a brief moment.

You were about to take a seat when a figure caught your eye—an unfamiliar face stepping out from behind a pillar, his presence unmistakable in the otherwise empty space.

You froze.

Without hesitation, you called out. “Who the hell are you?”

He didn’t flinch, but the slight shift of his eyes told you he’d heard you loud and clear. Slowly, he raised his head to meet your gaze, his posture casual, but there was a quiet intensity in his eyes.

“Didn’t think I’d run into someone like you here,” he muttered, his voice smooth but with an edge. “This garden’s a bit too perfect for my taste.”

You stood taller, narrowing your eyes. “This is my garden. Who are you, and why are you here?”

He took a step forward, his hands tucked in his pockets, like he was in no hurry. “I’m just looking around. What’s it to you?”

Your gaze sharpened. “You’re trespassing. Leave.”

A small, almost amused smile tugged at his lips. “I’ve got a bit more time to kill, and I don’t take orders from people who think their titles mean something.”

You felt a flicker of anger in your chest. “You’re speaking to a Celestial Dragon. You think you can talk to me like this?”

“And you’re proving my point.” he replied coolly. “Entitled. Arrogant. Completely disconnected from reality.”

His eyes darkened, but his tone didn’t shift. “People like you hide behind power and titles. But all I see is someone who thinks they can walk around acting like the world owes them something.”

You could practically feel the judgment in his words, and it stung. The audacity. The arrogance. He was just another person lumping you in with all the other Celestial Dragons, assuming you were no different than the rest.

“You think you know everything about me?” you said sharply, stepping closer. “You don’t.”

He scoffed. “I know enough. You people don’t lift a damn finger unless it’s to point at what you want.”

“You don’t know me.”

There was a beat of silence. He looked at you for a long second—long enough to maybe question you, but not long enough to care.

“No,” he said flatly. “And I don’t need to.”

——

You stormed back into your private quarters, the doors swinging shut behind you with a thud. Your maids stood at attention, but you waved them off without a word. You didn’t want company. You didn’t want anyone. Not after that.

That man. That arrogant, presumptuous man with his sharp eyes and sharper mouth. Who even was he? How did he get in? And who had the nerve to speak to a Celestial Dragon like that?

You paced, arms crossed tightly, the hem of your silk robe dragging behind you. The words echoed in your head:

“I don’t need to.”

So smug. Like he knew everything. Like he had the right to judge you.

You didn’t own slaves. You didn’t scream at servants. You didn’t punish people for breathing too loudly in your presence. Sure, you were spoiled—what of it? You were raised with everything handed to you. That was normal. It didn’t make you cruel.

Still, his words lingered. The way he looked at you—not with awe or fear, but with… disgust.

You frowned, then marched to your balcony and leaned over the marble railing, trying to cool off. That’s when you saw him again.

Down in the courtyard.

You blinked.

The same man.

He wasn’t skulking around this time. He was just walking, like he belonged there. Like this place wasn’t crawling with guards who’d kill an intruder on sight. Except—there were no guards. You’d told them all to leave earlier. That was on you.

Your hands curled into fists.

Without thinking, you threw open your balcony doors and yelled, “You again?!”

He looked up, completely unfazed. “Huh. You live up there. Figures.”

You nearly threw your glass at him.

“What the hell are you still doing here?!”

He shrugged. “Walking.”

“This is private property!” you snapped. “You’re lucky I haven’t called anyone to throw you in the sea!”

“Then call someone,” he said calmly. “I’m not stopping you.”

You stared at him, lips parted in disbelief. “You’re asking to be arrested?”

“I’m asking you to think for yourself,” he replied coolly. “Not just fall back on the guards and the status and the stupid bubble.”

You clenched your teeth. “You are the most infuriating—!”

“Good. You needed it,” he said and turned to leave again, as if you weren’t worth his time.

You raced down the steps barefoot, fury boiling in your chest. You caught up to him in the next hallway, breathing hard. “You don’t get to walk around here and insult me like that! You don’t know anything about me!”

He stopped, slowly turning. “Then show me I’m wrong.”

Your chest heaved, but the words caught in your throat. You wanted to argue. Scream. Prove him wrong. But all you could say was:

“Why are you even here?!”

He paused.

A flicker of something crossed his face—calculation, maybe—but he covered it fast. “Because someone has to see what’s really going on behind these gilded walls.”

You blinked. For a moment, you heard more than just the insult. Behind these walls. As if your entire world—your life��was something shameful. Something fake.

Your brows furrowed. “You’re not just a trespasser…”

He huffed a breath, low and cold. “No. I’m someone who’s sick of the way this place pretends the rest of the world doesn’t exist.”

You bristled. “You don’t know anything about it.”

“I know enough,” he snapped. “I know what it looks like when people live in gold palaces and the rest of the world burns for their comfort.”

Something in your chest twisted—sharp and unwelcome. “You think I asked to be born here?”

“I think you’ve never questioned it,” he said, stepping in close, his tone still hard. “I think you wear that bubble helmet and walk past people like they’re decorations.”

You stared at him, your breath caught in your throat. You had nothing to say—not because he was right, but because you didn’t know if he was wrong.

Then, before you could stop yourself, the words slipped out:

“…Then take me with you.”

He stopped dead.

“What?”

You stepped forward, voice lower now but steady. “If you think I’m just another sheltered noble, prove it. Take me outside these walls. Show me how wrong I am.”

He looked at you like you were insane. And maybe you were. But you held his gaze anyway.

“I don’t do charity,” he said flatly.

“Good,” you shot back. “I’m not asking for a favor.”

He let out a cold laugh and turned his back on you. “Stay in your palace, princess. You wouldn’t last a day.”

This time, you didn’t stop him. But your hands stayed clenched at your sides long after he was gone.

——

He disappeared around the corner, coat swaying behind him like a challenge. The hall felt too quiet without his voice cutting through it.

You didn’t think. You just moved.

No slippers, no guards, no reason. You just stormed after him, fists tight, steps echoing off the pristine floor. You caught him at the foot of the west garden stairs, already halfway to the lower terrace.

“Hey!” you called.

He didn’t stop.

You picked up your pace. “I’m talking to you!”

Finally, he glanced over his shoulder. “Changed your mind? Gonna summon your guards now?”

You reached him in three long strides and shoved his shoulder. “What is wrong with you?!”

He barely moved, just raised a brow. “You’re really not used to people saying no, are you?”

“I’m not used to people insulting me without even knowing me.”

“I don’t need to know you,” he replied, eyes narrowing. “I’ve seen what people like you do. How they live. That’s all I need.”

“You keep saying people like me,” you shot back. “But you don’t know a damn thing about me.”

His mouth twitched, not quite a smirk. “Then why don’t you educate me, princess?”

You ignored the sarcasm. “You think I’ve never seen outside these walls? I’ve been to other islands. I’ve seen what the world looks like.”

He tilted his head. “From inside a bubble helmet and a guarded procession? Spare me.”

You stepped into his space. “You don’t scare me.”

“Good,” he said. “Because I’m not here to scare you.”

He leaned in slightly, just enough to make you feel like the marble under your feet might crack.

“I’m here to make sure people like you don’t get to keep playing god while others die for scraps.”

You flinched. Just barely.

Then you gritted your teeth. “So that’s it. You see one noble and assume the worst. You’re not here for justice. You’re here for revenge.”

The look in his eyes changed. Just for a second.

You didn’t wait for an answer. “Fine. Go ahead. Run your little mission, spy on whoever you’re here to spy on. But don’t act like you’re some kind of saint. You’re judging me for things you’ve never even seen me do.”

He stared at you. Then finally—finally—his voice dropped to something almost thoughtful.

“Why are you following me?”

The question hit harder than it should’ve.

You paused.

“…Because I’m tired of everyone pretending I’m like the rest of them. And you’re the first person who’s had the guts to say it to my face.”

He studied you again. Longer this time. The edge was still there, but something behind his eyes shifted.

He turned away.

“If you follow me again,” he said, “you better mean it.”

Then he was gone—into the garden shadows, coat trailing behind him like a closing door.

——

Two nights passed.

You didn’t tell anyone what happened. Not the guards, not the maids. You just sat in your chamber, ignoring the pearls and silks they tried to dress you in, staring out at the edge of the garden where he vanished.

You met again in the garden. This time you didn’t pretend it was an accident.

He was already there when you stepped into the moonlight. Sitting on the edge of the fountain, arms resting loosely on his knees, watching the stars like they owed him answers.

You stood a few feet away, arms crossed. “You’re brave. Coming back again.”

He looked over, that same amused expression twitching at his lips. “Or maybe I was waiting to see if you would.”

You stepped closer. “You still haven’t told me why you’re here.”

“And you still haven’t kicked me out.”

You huffed. “Don’t mistake that for kindness.”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

He straightened up, facing you fully. His voice dropped, not threatening—just serious. “Why are you really talking to me?”

Your fingers tightened over your arms. “Because I want to. Does that bother you?”

“No. But it surprises me.”

You stayed silent.

He kept watching you. “Most Celestial Dragons wouldn’t waste a second on someone like me.”

“I’m not most Celestial Dragons.”

He tilted his head. “No. You’re not. But you still live like one.”

You bristled. “Is that your problem with me? That I have more than you?”

He leaned forward slightly, voice steady. “No. My problem is you don’t question why.”

That hit harder than it should’ve.

You looked away, swallowing the flare of shame before it could rise.

“I didn’t ask to be born into this,” you muttered.

“Neither did the people you’re standing above.”

The silence stretched again.

Then, quietly, you said, “I don’t own slaves. I don’t hurt people. I don’t even let my guards punish the staff. That’s more than you expected, isn’t it?”

He blinked. It was the first time you’d seen his expression falter.

“No,” he said after a pause. “But it’s not enough.”

You stepped closer, now only a foot apart. “Don’t pretend you know everything just because you’ve seen the world from a gutter.”

He didn’t flinch. “And don’t pretend you understand it just because you’ve read about it in books.”

Your eyes locked.

Neither of you moved.

Not a breath of wind between you, but the air crackled—tension, challenge, and something else. Something neither of you dared name yet.

You spoke first. “You’re infuriating.”

“So are you,” he said, almost fondly.

But then the fondness was gone, hidden again under his calm.

You took a slow breath, your words coming out carefully. “I want to leave here. Just for a while. I want to go with you. See what it’s really like out there.”

His brow furrowed, the surprise barely visible in his eyes. “You want to go with me?”

You nodded, your voice soft but firm. “Not forever. Just… I want to know what it’s like beyond this place. What it means to be free. I’m tired of being stuck in here.”

He regarded you for a moment, silent. “You don’t think it’ll be dangerous?”

“Maybe,” you said, a hint of a smile tugging at your lips. “But it’s better than staying here.”

He stood, taking a step closer. “I can’t promise it’ll be easy. You won’t be able to go back to the way things were.”

You didn’t flinch. “I don’t want to.”

He studied you for another long moment. Finally, he let out a small sigh, shaking his head. “You’re something else, you know that?”

“Is that a yes?” you asked, almost daring.

He hesitated, then nodded. “Alright. For a while, at least. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

A small grin tugged at your lips. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

The tension between you two lightened, just slightly, but it was enough. Something had shifted, and maybe for the first time in a long while, you felt like you were about to do something real.

——

You managed to make some excuses—said you needed time alone to reflect, maybe take a short trip to another island for a change of scenery. It wasn’t perfect, but it would work for now. No one would question it for a while.

“Just don’t get caught,” He warned, his gaze sharp.

“I’ll be careful,” you assured him, feeling the tension of sneaking away for the first time in your life.

The night air was cool against your skin as you and the man you met slipped out of the luxurious estate. You stuck to the shadows, careful to avoid any patrolling guards. The further you got from the center of Mary Geoise, the lighter the weight on your chest felt. For the first time, the shackles of your title seemed miles away.

“You sure you’re okay?” He asked, glancing at you.

“Yeah,” you replied, your voice steady though the uncertainty still lingered in the pit of your stomach. “It’s just… different. I never thought I’d actually leave.”

He let out a low chuckle. “That’s the point. You don’t need to stay tied to something that’s never been yours to begin with.”

He offered a knowing smirk. “You’ll get used to it. Trust me, there’s more to the world than your gilded cage.”

As you walked side by side through the quiet streets, your thoughts raced. You were outside the walls, a step closer to freedom, but the fear of getting caught still gnawed at you.

“Are we really doing this?” you asked, mostly to yourself, as you glanced back toward the estate.

“We are,” He replied without hesitation. “No turning back now.”

You gave a small, shaky laugh. “Guess not. So, what’s the plan? How do we get out of here without making too much noise?”

His eyes flickered ahead, and for a moment, you could see the strategist in him, calculating the safest route. “We’ll take the back roads to the nearest port. I’ve got a ship waiting. After that, we’ll decide where to go. But for now, the less attention we draw, the better.”

You hesitated. “You’re sure no one will notice I’m missing?”

“They might, eventually,” He admitted. “But we’ll be long gone by then.”

He gave you a sideways glance, his expression softening for a moment. “Don’t worry. You wanted out. This is your chance.”

Your stomach flipped, excitement and fear mixing in equal parts. “And what happens if I want to go back?”

His smile was small, almost unreadable. “When you’re ready, we’ll figure it out. But right now, focus on getting away.”

The two of you continued walking in silence, the weight of your decision sinking in as the walls of Mary Geoise receded into the distance. It wasn’t a perfect escape. There were too many risks. But for the first time in your life, it felt like you were doing something for yourself.

The world beyond those walls was waiting. And you were finally free to explore it.

[goth-iqqa]

BLAME THE ROSES

Prologue— Death To The Green Queen

18+ MDI

Life can only be paid with death. After the demise of Princess Alysanne, a cursed couple brings forth a new life across the Narrow Sea, unbeknownst to the war approaching.

Daemon × Fem!reader, Aegon II × reader

Warnings: angst, cheating, smut, neglect, violence, death/gore. mentions of suicide. kidnapping. dub con, non con, (Targ)incest, pregnancy, miscarriage.

AFTER IT ALL HAPPENED, Alysanne Targaryen declared an apology to the ashes of the fallen soldiers. On both sides, the black roots and the green stems of the bloodied garden her once home turned. There was nothing left, the lords had whispered, nothing but war in the wake of her husband’s name. Thorns of gore that would pierce into cadavers and shells of empty lives and unnamed graves.

“Prince Aegon The Younger must be crowned.”

It was not a tragedy when King Aegon was found, deathly still, and sweet Arbor red on his lips. His skin was strangely yellow, swelling and decaying under the delicate touch of his beloved wife. Alysanne, the Saddened Queen, cried and called for The Stranger, pleading a moment for a woman and a dying lover.

There had been quietness, maesters often said to their pupils. The room was made up of only a pitiful queen, a grasping king, and the claws of a growing shadow tempting the soul from its twisted body. At exactly midnight, when the Dire Wolves in Winterfell howled and the giant cats of striped colors roared, and the grounds of the castle shook, it was confirmed King Aegon II had made touch with death and what lurked beneath the veil.

By morning the candles had blazed to mere specs of wax, yet Queen Alysanne remained unburnt. When the sun peeked through the windows and the empty body of the late King began to blister, she remained. Hand in hand, she cried, mourned like the deaths before of all her line, innocent and guilty alike. Seven nights and seven risings did she stay, the books and medical servant knew the dating was far from precise, Alysanne rose from her bruised knees, and along she took the last touch of the usurper king.

While servants whispered of the things that happened during the secret decay of the king, it was only true that bare parts could be used for a proper burial. The Queen had not truly cried for his death, nor had she turned to black magic to keep her lover alive and hidden in her chambers, or the constant presence of a certain yellow tint of the Manmo Island princess. It was foolery. In truth, as Maesters came to know, after the beheading of the Grand Maester, King Aegon’s body decomposed and exploded in a series of fluids and flesh, finally fusing into the mattress they had burned, all while his wife watched.

A death, unpeaceful and macabre, worthy of the man Aegon II Targaryen was at the end.

When the news of the king’s passing spread, ships of high houses and low-borns of the city all stormed the gates of King’s Landing, bending the knee and hailing their new King. Alysanne, a widow, was not to be seen for another seven nights, her chambers remained empty and untouched, and her dragon no longer roared and shook the sky with his wings. She was a walking corpse, hiding in the shadows, expecting her punishment when a raven from Winterfell arrived at her window.

“Do not ill yourself with sorrow. I was pardoned from death,”

The golden piece of a horse was moved across the checkerboard, just like it had in real life with dragons and ships, outside the room now meant to imprison one of the former queens. Alysanne, dressed in green, like the title had once again sowed and the green stone tethered to her finger with the voice of her husband’s last wishes, sat across Alicent Hightower, somber features of tiredness glinted across her eyes and her mouth continued to move. “I was not pardoned from punishment, however. I am to return to Manmo, and face the consequences of my past actions.”

“As Y/N Endo or Princess Alysanne?”

It was often that their relationship was mistaken. Had the first season come, cool and colorful with blooms in the garden King Viserys sent to be made for her, both widowed queens found themselves under the weak streams of light. Cordial and pacific as they played a humble game of chess, learned by the glued words of their fathers. When the unbearable heat came, and all the summer colors adorned the streets as they did in Dornish lands, they enjoyed a cool tea prepared by the shaky hands of servants, and they spoke, cruelly to each other, of their husbands and their poor jobs as wives to satisfy them.

When the leaves of the giant trees fell, and their sons trained with sand dummies, they did not speak to each other. Servants assumed they fought again, their screams and shouts shushed by the pit-and-patter of soothing rain. Only to be lulled away when the cold wind came and their dresses exploded with rows of skirts for the short-lived winter. They ate and laughed together, dressed in the same shade, for a day, when the lords of their husbands’ council met.

A black root and a green stem, united by the complicated world painted by the men who cared for nothing but titles and wealth.

“Will they…kill you?”

“I am sure of it.”

A white knight moved this time. “They cannot harm the aunt of the King—a queen, you were a queen. They cannot, they cannot do this, they cannot kill you. You must speak to Lord Cregan, you cannot leave.”

Alicent’s face had grown mournful through the years, witnessing death after death of the children she squeezed out of duty, caged in the castle like a simple servant of no name. But now, even after all the slaughter the color green brought, her eyes brimmed red and the whites glossed with tears for a girl she’d grown to like in her days of confinement. The only face that held a smile when she stepped forward, brushing servants off, and keeping the ailing widow company.

“We are cursed. The moment we were born,”

A black knight neared close to the white queen.

“We were granted suffering and despair. Arranged to be bred like cattle for a title that will not follow after death. I was happy, for a few moments at least. I was given a life that veiled the bad with the sweet scent of roses.”

Alicent smiled, for the first time. “Red roses have always been your favorite. Even when you hurt yourself with the thorns, you called them beautiful.”

“I have to thank you, Alicent. It was because of you—everything you have done under another’s tame—that I am here. All the bad things that happened, all the deaths a simple crown and a throne of swords have caused. Everything has led me to this point, my own punishment, in a way.”

When the black queen moved toward the cornered white king, Alicent shivered as she knew she lost. “Your punishment? Was betraying your husband not enough?”

“I loved the man you birthed, not the king he became. He made me bloom, even when I thought I’d died. When a smile never came, he made me laugh like no other. Even when he drank past his limits and crawled with apologies, and fell in love with princess Alysanne instead of Y/N, I kept my promise till his last breath.”

Alysanne removed the ring from her finger. The Green Jewel of the Sad Queen, maesters would come to name it, was given to the new mother as a present for the pair of healthy heirs. It was now soiled, tainted by the rusty smell of blood that soaked into the creases of her hands.

It was a reminder. Nobody but her and the dead uncle she once loved knew of the painful ropes that tightened around Y/N Endo’s neck, only to be shielded by the golden rows of pearls that decorated princess Alysanne's own. The voice of the woman she once knew, dancing in her head, trapped like a curse meant to claim the lives of the ones she loved. She would break the chains, once and for all.

“I’ve died nine times. Princess Alysanne died many years ago. Y/N Endo was killed by the people she loved. Now, my final death has come, at last.” She pushed the ring into the waiting hand of the eldest, “I am not allowed to see my daughter before my leave. She will come to see you, I’m sure of it. When she does, give it to her. She must know I will always love her. She must, Alicent.”

Alicent nodded with a silent promise.

After a checkmate, princess Alysanne exposed her left arm, yellow and swelling. Alicent gasped, she rose from her seat and jerked away from her dying stepdaughter.

“I won’t let any of them have my glory.”

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[matea-blackthorn]

Once upon a time, the princess rose from the ashes her dragon lovers made of her.

And crowned herself the mother-fucking queen of herself.   - how’s that for a happily ever after?

-A. Lovelace

[vodkaforwater]

-Brooke Maddox                     “once upon a time, the princess rose from the ashes her dragon lovers made of her & crowned herself the mother-fucking queen of herself.   - how’s that for a happily ever after?” ― Amanda Lovelace

[drama-days]

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the beauty inside

touch your heart

ashes of love

angle’s last mission: love

fall in love

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stairway to Stardom

the secret life of my secretary

while you were sleeping

w - two worlds

tempted

bride of the water god

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master devil don’t kiss me

put your head on my shoulder

hello, the other parties friend

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i picked up a celebrity on the street

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princess hours

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jenny and juno

well intended love

the miracle

my girlfriend is an alien

doctor stranger

pinocchio

melting me softly

my love from another star

my father is strange

full house

temperature of love

just between lovers

ldk: two loves under one roof

because this is my first life

another oh hae young

the tale of nokdu

search: www

cinderella and four knights

i’m not a robot

the legend of the blue sea

spring has come

goblin

the legend of the blue sea

smi)e

sweet dreams

love the way you are

the brightest star in the sky

the devil master

ugly to handsome

close range love

say I love you

sensei kunshu

make bow and kiss

kakafukaka

so I married an anti fan

about is love

lucky’s first love

thirty but seventeen

doctor romantic 2

my holo love

i’ll meet you when the weather is nice

a piece of your mind

the king: eternal monarch

crash landing on you

it’s okay to not be okay

my introverted boss

scums wish

skate into love

hanazakari no kimitachi

minami kun no koibito

a little thing called first love

basket loveball

prodigy healer

love better than immortality

beautiful reborn flower

the foxes summer

the romance of tiger and rose

the love equations

heartstrings

flower of evil

tale of the nine-tailed

start-up

love is sweet

perfect and casual

intense love

sweet first love

i don’t love you yet

from nine to five

suspicious partner

shanai marriage honey

good morning call

doom at your service

watashitachi wa douka shiteiru

wotakoi: love is hard for otaku

unrequited love

love scenery

moonlight

youth of may

more than friends

my roommate is a gumiho

please feel at ease mr.ling

closest love to heaven

my teacher

nevertheless

kikazaru koi niha riyuu ga atte

the untamed

falling into your smile

gank your heart

you complete me

first romance

unforgettable love

hello mr.gu

you are my glory

my queen

hometown cha cha cha

cute programmer

daytime shooting star

love at night

our beloved summer

snow drop

love is phantom

the oath of love

my tomorrow, your yesterday

be yourself

love between fairy and devil

shooting star

a romance of the little forest

our secret

hey sensei, dont you know?

anna

to watch

meeting you (cdrama)

love lasts forever (jdrama)

the last cinderella (jdrama)

takane to hana (jdrama)

le coup de foundre (cdrama)

eternal faith/tcgf (cdrama)

flavour it’s you (cdrama)

make my heart smile (cdrama)

koi wa tsuzuku yo doko made no (jdrama)

tomorrow with yiu (kdrama)

queen of the ring (kdrama)

the life of the white fox

sky castle

when i was the most beautiful

crush (cdrama)

orange (j)

[a-marrtian]

once upon a time, the princess rose from the ashes her dragon lovers made of her & crowned herself the motherfucking queen of herself

amanda lovelace

the princess saves herself in the one

[carelessgraces]

MAIN CROSSOVER VERSE – DRAGON AGE

HISTORY tw: abuse, death

She was a delicate child, clever and soft and always aware of her surroundings. Born in the height of summer and raised in the palace at Seleny, Astoria was a surprise, and a blessing – the result of a brief but passionate affair between Veronica Grimani, the daughter of Seleny’s merchant prince and his assumed heir, and Henry Greengrass, the Bann of the Storm Coast. (He might have followed her back to Antiva, his own lands be damned, were it not for the wife and daughter waiting for him to return from his trip to Denerim, already months longer than he had intended.)

(She had her mother’s eyes and nose, her grandmother’s cheekbones, her grandfather’s laugh. The thick red curls, the source of her greatest vanity, were a gift from her father, a reminder that even with her roots planted firmly in Antiva, she was a daughter of Ferelden.)

Her tutors thought her a promising student, and found her well-equipped to learn – more than that, they discovered early on that she had a knack for learning things she shouldn’t, and she could talk her way out of anything. As she grew, she developed an interest in politics, compounded by a natural skill; catching sight of this, her grandfather began to augment her education. Where she was once gently ushered from Alessandro’s study while he conducted business, she was invited to remain and observe quietly; where her training had been conducted to prepare her for life as a lady of wealth and status, it shifted to prepare her for life as the heir to Seleny itself. She was taught to understand politics, philosophy, history, economics, theology – and combat, as well, assigned a Crow, Lorenzo, from the House under her grandfather’s command as a guard. (He trained her, too – first only in defense, and later, without her grandfather’s permission, with blades, with poisons and grenades, with everything she could need to defend herself should she one day take her grandfather’s seat.)

Death touched the Grimani family when Ileana, Astoria’s grandmother, caught a fever while in Minrathous, negotiating a treaty. The treaty was put on hold and Ileana was accompanied by her niece and nephew back onto the road, where she perished and was cremated. The whole of the family was devastated by the loss – Alessandro withdrew to his study, where he kept his wife’s urn; Veronica took up the business of running the city, more in a desire to have something to do than any interest of her own in ruling; and Astoria turned to her newly-met cousins, a pair of siblings who had been named her godparents before they relocated to Tevinter. 

Evander and Elyssa took an immediate interest in Astoria and her education, and offered to remain in Seleny to train her, teaching her ancient history at first – and, as Astoria and her godparents grew closer, they asked that Astoria be allowed to attend lessons without being accompanied by her guard. (Surely, a chaperone was unnecessary – where would Astoria be safer than in her own home?) Weeks before Astoria’s fifteenth birthday, the reason for such a request was unveiled, and Elyssa – an apostate and blood mage – placed Astoria under a thrall, claiming that she intended to teach Astoria to withstand the call and command of blood magic. 

Frightened and determined to prove to herself that she was safe, Astoria began to ask questions shortly before her birthday. Her curiosity was punished violently by Evander, the first of many of his lessons. The pretense of training and good will were dropped, Astoria effectively terrorized into silence. For months, this continued, Astoria’s periods of lucidity increasing only when Elyssa began to take her terror for granted, and the more she listened, the more she learned: her godparents had been contacted by the merchant prince in Treviso, promised the aid of his own House of Crows for overthrowing the Grimani. They would take Seleny for themselves – and Astoria, under their control, had been for months giving them the means to do this.

She confronted them – and was beaten, badly, for her disobedience, the incident reported to her grandfather and mother as the result of an attack and attempted robbery while the three were in the city. The family retreated to their vineyard while Astoria recovered, and she acted quickly, certain that she wouldn’t long have the opportunity. 

It happened quickly: a carefully laid trail, made just clumsy enough to be seen; trust in the Crow who had been her protector for years; certainty in her godparents’ tempers. She taunted them, threatened them, and when Evander lifted his hand to strike Astoria, he was killed by her guard. Elyssa managed to escape, but only just, and Astoria was gathered into Lorenzo’s grasp and brought quickly to safety. 

Adjusting to Seleny again proved more difficult than Astoria could have guessed. Angry with her mother and grandfather for not seeing what was being done to her sooner, she finally asked that she be allowed to attend university in Val Royeaux, where she could study and prepare to inherit her grandfather’s titles. He agreed, officially naming her his heir and promising to send her once Elyssa was found; he was as good as his word, and the preparations were made for her to relocate, with Lorenzo remaining as her guard and her grandfather and uncle accompanying her to Orlais. 

She showed immense promise in her studies, relieved to be far from the site of such recent tragedy and to have a chance at independence. Within two years she was training as a bard under the youngest daughter of the Duc de Savrenne, her uncle’s betrothed; she established herself as a welcome addition to the Orlesian court, attending even royally-patronised salons and taking one of her classmates, a Marcher lord a year older, as her on-again, off-again lover. During holidays from the university she went to the Storm Coast to spend weeks with her father and sister, getting to know the Bannorn or urging her family to take her to Denerim so she could get to know the Ferelden court as well.

After five years of study Astoria agreed to return home; her mother came to Orlais to travel with her, intending that their first stop be Redcliffe, where Veronica would meet the Arl to establish new trade alliances and try her luck at arranging a union between Astoria and the Bann. 

And then, the dead rose.

TIMELINE

1 SOLACE 9:08 Astoria is born in Seleny, Antiva, to Veronica Grimani and an unidentified father, later revealed to be Henry Greengrass, Bann of the Storm Coast.

WINTER 9:19 Astoria’s education is expanded to prepare her to become Merchant Princess after her grandfather’s death. She is assigned a guard from among the Crows under his command – Lorenzo, who begins training her in combat and defense.

SPRING - SUMMER 9:22 Ileana Grimani, Merchant Princess of Seleny and Astoria’s grandmother, contracts a fever while visiting Minrathous. She dies on the road, and her ashes are returned to her family by her niece and nephew, Evander and Elyssa, also Astoria’s godparents. They remain in Seleny and begin to take part in Astoria’s education.

SPRING 9:23 Lorenzo, concerned by the request that he no longer chaperone Astoria in her lessons, begins training her in secret as a dual-wield rogue.

SUMMER 9:23 Weeks before her fifteenth birthday, Astoria is placed under Elyssa’s thrall, allegedly to teach her to throw off a blood mage’s control, and sworn to secrecy. When she presses for more information, Evander strikes her, and the pretense of training and good will are dropped when the three are in private. 

SPRING 9:24 After months of Elyssa’s “training,” Elyssa begins to take for granted that Astoria has been terrorized into silence. Astoria learns the real motives behind her godparents’ visit and begins planning a way to get rid of them for good, risking her life to do so. When Evander beats her badly enough to threaten her life, the family retires to their vineyard, where Astoria arranges their death by goading Evander into striking her in front of Lorenzo. Lorenzo kills Evander and, months later, kills Elyssa.

AUTUMN 9:24 Astoria is named heir to Seleny and travels to Val Royeaux, where she begins studying at the university. Her uncle remains in Orlais, looking to secure an advantageous match for himself, angry that he’s been passed over. Astoria exchanges letters with her mother while at university, but will not see her, and instead stays with her father in Storm Coast for holidays.

SPRING 9:26 Astoria begins training as a bard under the Lady Isabeau de Savrenne, the youngest daughter of the Duc de Savrenne and her uncle’s betrothed. 

EARLY 9:30 After completing five years of intensive study at the university, and becoming well versed in the Game – including as a regular attendee of numerous royally-sponsored salons, and the on-again, off-again lover of Lord Iain Blackwood of Starkhaven, another student – Astoria sees her mother for the first time since she left Seleny. When Lord Blackwood marries another woman, Astoria agrees to return to Antiva with her mother. Astoria, Lorenzo, and Veronica pass through Redcliffe together, and are trapped there when the dead rise.

9:30 – 9:31 Astoria risks her life to save her mother and Lorenzo, who are trapped in the castle, allying with the Warden to do so. She remains in Ferelden to help defeat the blight, and Lorenzo agrees to accompany her mother back to Antiva.

9:31 – 9:34 If Alistair is king, and they have a good relationship, Astoria spends a year with him in Denerim, helping him grow accustomed to his new political role, before moving to spend time with her father. If he is not, Astoria goes directly to her father’s Bannorn.

LATE 9:34 Astoria hears news that her grandfather has fallen ill, and returns to Seleny, inviting her father to come with her.

SPRING 9:35 Astoria’s grandfather dies, and Astoria takes the role of Merchant Princess of Seleny and Gonfaloniere di Giustizia of the Signoria at age twenty-six. 

9:38 Following the uprising in Kirkwall, Astoria opens Seleny to mage refugees, many of whom settle in the countryside, and takes on templars in the city guard. The experiment works well – she hand-selects templars to ensure that they will follow her command and punishes those who do not swiftly and without mercy. She holds a tight rein on the city, punishing any mages who enact violence on the civilians with equal speed. Through her careful management, she is able to maintain control of the city and establish peace.

9:41 Astoria attends the conclave at the request of Divine Justinia, having been invited due to her success in Seleny.

GENERAL STATISTICS

CLASS Rogue. SPECIALIZATION Assassin, Bard (DA:O), Shadow (DA:A); Assassin, Shadow (DA2), Tempest (Inquisition)

Note: As Astoria has already trained in assassin skills, by Inquisition she is willing to take on another specialization. She will use the same number of skill points as any Inquisitor or Companion, but will have both trees available to her. 

WEAPON Dual-wield, usually sword and dagger. SPECIAL SKILLS Coercion, Poison Making, Stealing, Survival. 

COMPANION STATISTICS

ORIGINS

PERSONAL QUEST

INQUISITION

PERSONAL QUEST ( Under Construction )

INQUISITOR STATISTICS

EXPLORING THEDAS

Redcliffe Inner Sanctum reached, Crossroads secured, gained cultists’ allegiance;

Crestwood Closed lake’s rift, captured Caer Bronach;

Western Approach Claimed Griffon Wing’s Keep;

Hissing Wastes Explored Dwarven ruins;

Emerald Graves Fairbanks revealed to be noble, Fairbanks defeated the Freeman;

Emprise du Lion Michel de Chevin recruited, Imshael killed, captured Suledin Keep.

MAJOR QUESTS

THE WRATH OF HEAVEN Accepted being chosen by Andraste.

CHAMPIONS OF THE JUST Inquisitor went to Theirinfall Redoubt, templars allied; Ser Barris is alive, promoted to Knight Commander.

IN YOUR HEART SHALL BURN Declared for faith.

HERE LIES THE ABYSS Allied with the Wardens, Hawke left in the Fade.

Note: Astoria will leave Hawke in the Fade due to her affection for Alistair and respect for the Warden order. However, if she and Hawke have developed a close relationship, she will leave Stroud or Loghain in the Fade over Hawke. She will not leave Alistair under any circumstances.

WICKED EYES AND WICKED HEARTS Celene killed, Briala rules through Gaspard, Grand Duchess Floriane recruited.

WHAT PRIDE HAD WROUGHT Respected temple traditions and allied with guards, Morrigan drank from the Well of Sorrows ( unless Velanna or Merrill, or another elven advisor willing to drink from the Well, is present ).

DOOM UPON ALL THE WORLD Cassandra made Divine.

JUDGMENT AT SKYHOLD A recruiting judge.

CALPERNIA Past investigated.

JAWS OF HAKKON Discovered and met Ameridan, shared the truth about American, hunted down the Nox Morta, the dragon was slain, earned a legend-mark from the Avvar.

COMPANIONS

BLACKWALL Recruited and stayed, left prison as Rainier, pardoned by the Inquisition;

CASSANDRA Received and read Tome, Seeker order rebuilt;

COLE Recruited and stayed, made more human;

CULLEN Encouraged not to use lyrium;

DORIAN Recruited and stayed, met and did not reconcile with father;

IRON BULL Recruited, Chargers saved, became Tal-Vashoth;

JOSEPHINE Supported to do favors for the Du Paraquettes;

LELIANA Steeled;

SERA Recruited and left, killed Haramond;

SOLAS Freed his friend;

VARRIC Tracked Red Lyrium source;

VIVIENNE Recruited, given snowy wyvern heart.

IMPORTANT NOTES —

The Greengrasses, Mac Eanraigs, and Couslands

On the Structure of Seleny

On Lorenzo and House Vescovi

[danger-archive]

         once upon a time, the princess rose from the ashes her dragon lovers made of her                              & crowned herself the mother-fucking queen of herself.

                                    H T T P : // DANGERPRONE . CO . VU 

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[339days-with-me]

08.03.19 - día 68

Nosotras no nos defendemos: nosotras luchamos.

"once upon a time, the princess rose from the ashes her dragon lovers made of her & crowned herself the mother-fucking queen of herself.   - how’s that for a happily ever after?"

[misternikola]

once upon

a time,

the princess

rose from the ashes

her dragon lovers

made of her

&

crowned

herself

the

mother-fucking

queen of

herself.

  - how’s that for a happily ever after?

The princess saves herself in this one - Amanda Lovelace

[cap-ironman]

2018 STONY Fairy Tale Bingo - Round-Up

Congratulations to everyone who has joined and completed the Fairy Tale Bingo — we've received 16 completed cards (and one black-out!) and over 100 fills by the end of the challenge! While the challenge deadline and round-up has passed, everybody who has a card is still more than welcome to continue creating works and sharing them on our Dreamwidth or LiveJournalcommunity, in the AO3 collection, or by posting it on Tumblr with the #capimanniversarybingotag until May 31. Check out all of the amazing works below, organized by fairy tales, and leave kudos, likes, comments, reblogs, and more to show these incredible creators how much you've enjoyed their work!

Alice in Wonderland

Cheshire Tony and the Blond-Rabbit by Breyito (Fic)

Down the Rabbit Hole and Straight to Wonderland by navaan (Fic)

Fill by kaitovsheiji (Art)

I Breathe When I Sleep by dreamkist (Fic)

SteveTony in Wonderland by adarksweetness/maniibear (Art)

We're all Mad here and it's Okay by ssyn3(Art)

Wondering in Underland by FrenchKey (Fic)

Beauty and the Beast

A Good Man and a Villain by navaan (Fic)

Beast of Brooklyn by enkiduu (Fic)

Bound by Roses by Fluffypanda (Fic)

It's Only Forever, It's Not Long at All by ssyn3 (Art)

The Boy Who Cried Wolf

The Beast You've Made of Me by ssyn3 (Art)

Cinder(ella)

A Hand of Silver and A Glove of Silk by a_salty_alto (Fic)

Cinderfella by jemionis-travels (Fic)

Sweet on You by FrenchKey (Fic)

There's a rock and a field and a collapsing sky by ssyn3 (Art)

The Emperor's New Clothes

A Quiet Morning by navaan (Fic)

I see plenty of clothes that I like, but I won't go anywhere nice for a while by ssyn3 (Art)

Mark Zero by enkiduu (Fic)

Steve’s New Groove by summerpipedream (Fic)

The Firebird and Princess Vasilisa

And you dare to Rise up from the Ash by ssyn3 (Art)

Anthony and the Firebird by adarksweetness/maniibear (Fic)

Fill by summerpipedream (Fic)

Not all that glitters is gold by Bill_Longbow (Fic)

Where The Red Sun Rises In Flame From Behind The Sea by Fluffypanda (Fic)

Frog Prince

Fill by Laireshi (Fic)

Is That You, Baby, Or Just a Brilliant Disguise? by ssyn3 (Art)

Goldilocks and the Three Bears

Goldie-Steve and the 3 Engineers by adarksweetness/maniibear (Art)

Please Don't Eat Me! by FrenchKey (Fic)

Steve Rogers and the Three Thefts by MarvelousMenagerie (Fic)

Take her out to eat like I'm hungry by ssyn3 (Art)

Hansel and Gretel

Cabin in the Snow by navaan (Fic)

Follow the Trail by adarksweetness/maniibear (Art)

The Red Witch by justanotherpipedream (Fic)

To Snatch You if You Fall by ssyn3(Art)

Tony Stark, Served Well Done by a_salty_alto (Fic)

Little Mermaid

Blue as the Prettiest Cornfower by Fluffypanda (Fic)

Eat Your Heart Out by enkiduu (Fic)

Fill by Breyito (Art)

Fill by hellogarbagetime (Art)

Fill by kaitovsheiji (Art)

It sounds an echo in my soul by ssyn3 (Art)

You and your heart by Bill_Longbow (Fic)

Little Red Riding Hood

And he showed me things, Many beautiful things by ssyn3 (Art)

Fill by Breyito (Art)

Fill by kaitovsheiji (Art)

Just one kiss by Bill_Longbow (Fic)

Prince(ss) and the Pea

Fill by summerpipedream (Fic)

I just get tangled in the sheets by ssyn3 (Art)

The mechanic and the pea by Bill_Longbow (Fic)

The Prince(ss) Who Could Not Laugh

Enticing a smile to break through by Fluffypanda (Fic)

Fill by Laireshi (Fic)

Not a laughing matter by Bill_Longbow (Fic)

What a Prince and Lover Ought to Be by ssyn3 (Art)

Rapunzel

Behind the Garden Wall by MarvelousMenagerie (Fic)

Fill by hellogarbagetime (Art)

Just to Climb Back, Darlin by ssyn3 (Art)

Sleeping Beauty

A Kiss to Remember by Laireshi (Fic)

Break Me Out by ssyn3 (Art)

Dragons and Curses and Kisses (Oh My!) by MarvelousMenagerie (Fic)

Fill by hellogarbagetime (Art)

Snow Queen

Fill by hellogarbagetime (Art)

Fill by kaitovsheiji (Art)

The Cursed Mirror by a_salty_alto (Fic)

Weaving time in a tapestry by ssyn3 (Art)

Snow White

A Gentle Awakening by jemionis-travels (Fic)

A Man of the World, But Lost in a Dream by ssyn3 (Art)

Cute Guy, Please Don't Just Eat A Poisoned Apple by a_salty_alto (Fic)

Glass Coffin by Laireshi (Fic)

Heads by enkiduu (Fic)

Of Beauty Rare by dreamkist (Fic)

The Most Intelligent of Them All by FrenchKey (Fic)

Swan Maiden

Fill by kaitovsheiji (Art)

Reborn by Breyito (Fic)

The Pretty Fluttering Thing by dreamkist (Fic)

The Swan Prince by MarvelousMenagerie (Fic)

You'll Remain my Friend, My Friend until You’re Mine by ssyn3 (Art)

Thumbelina

Fill by Laireshi (Fic)

Heaven Isn't Too Far by dreamkist (Fic)

Lay me down in sheets of linen by ssyn3 (Art)

Tony’s Grand Adventure by jemionis-travels (Fic)

The Ugly Duckling

Evolution and Belonging by jemionis-travels (Fic)

Is my heart too broken? by ssyn3 (Art)

FREE SPACES

(Aladdin) Hips Don't Lie by jemionis-travels (Fic)

(Aladdin) Stevie and the Magic Lamp by adarksweetness/maniibear (Art)

(East of the Sun and West of the Moon) Tell Me the Way by dreamkist (Fic)

(Enchanted Quill) The Enchanted Quill-Eros Edition by Breyito (Fic)

(The Gift of the Magi) Pretty Paper, Pretty Ribbons by ssyn3, tisfan (Art, Fic)

(Hades and Persephone) Fill by enkiduu (Art)

(Hades and Persephones) Love Drunk Punch by summerpipedream (Fic)

(Morozko) The Winter King by MarvelousMenagerie(Fic)

(Mythology - Selkies) Ye Held Me Close, Ye Held Me Tight by Fluffypanda (Fic)

(The Nightmare Before Christmas) Shook the Bones of me by ssyn3 (Art)

(Orpheus and Eurydice) Fill by hellogarbagetime (Art)

(Orpheus and Eurydice) Wait For Me by a_salty_alto (Fic)

(Pinocchio) You broke the boy in me, but you won't break the Man by ssyn3 (Art)

(Red Thread of Fate) With This Red Thread You'll Know by navaan (Fic)

(Robin Hood) I'll get to you if I have to crawl by ssyn3 (Art)

(Rumpelstilzchen) Rise up, ting ting, like glitter and gold by ssyn3(Art)

(Thomas the Rhymer) The Blacksmith's Vigil by FrenchKey (Fic)

(Town Musicians of Bremen) Fill by kaitovsheiji (Art)

We hope you enjoy all the works! (If any links are broken or incorrect, let us know and we'll fix them ASAP.)

[medea10]

Medea’s Anime & Game Superlative of 2017

Time to do the annual list I do once a year acknowledging the anime and games I played this year. So that means if an anime came out in like...1979, as long as I watched it this year, it counts for my list. Let’s get started! First Fandom of 2017: Blue Exorcist: Kyoto Saga I started Blue Exorcist back in 2013 and fell in love with the story instantly. However, I often wondered what came after the whole finally confronting Satan story of the anime. Don’t spoil it for me, I’m not caught up with the manga yet. So when they announced this anime was going to come back, I was all ready to watch Rin and Yukio in action. Despite the many reservations I had with this particular season, I was so excited for this season early this year and couldn’t wait for the latest episode to air each week. I am satisfied to hear back-stories from some of the minor characters like Bon, Shima, and Konekomaru. And of course any moment when Rin is about to punch someone in the face is always satisfying to watch! Rin grows quite a bit in this season so this season wasn't a complete waste. Plus Bryce Papenbrook slays it as Rin and we get another awesome song by UVERworld. Favorite Main Character of 2017: Oscar François de Jarjeyes (Rose of Versailles)

As I mentioned in my superlative list last year, Rose of Versailles was an anime I didn’t expect to get into, but enjoyed nevertheless. And as I continued watching this year, I was severely hooked on the main character, Oscar. I know Oscar is indeed a fictional character in a story that’s based on actual history. Which makes me wonder if history would be any different if Oscar truly existed? I felt for this woman, especially in those last 10 episodes of the series. Oscar is one of the toughest females in anime history with her attacks during the French Revolution and the turmoil she went through in her love life. I was rooting for her to succeed throughout the entire series. All the way up to standing up against the French Army, she does it all! Favorite Villain of 2017: Frieza (Dragon Ball Super) Why do I love the biggest assholes in the Dragon Ball series? I don’t know. Out of all the villains in this series, Frieza was my favorite. Despite during the Z series where it literally takes him around 10 episodes to try and blow up a simple planet! With Dragon Ball Super, he’s still pure evil! He ends up resurrected more than once (thanks a lot Goku). However, I really wish that he would have gotten more of an evil streak during this Universe Competition saga. I know he can’t kill anybody or he’d be disqualified, but he could do a little more other than just stand on a pirch and laugh at the pitiful fighters. But when he’s fighting the Saiyans (including other universe Saiyans like Cabba), he’s ruthless! Anyone else hoping to see him take on Jiren in the coming episodes? Favorite Video Game Character of 2017: Lillie (Pokemon Ultra Moon) Lillie, you’ve done it again! And you are THIS close to becoming my favorite in the anime (except I’m still a Lana fangirl). With the Ultra Sun/Moon games, Lillie definitely shows hutzpah in her actions. She goes to great lengths in order to save the pokemon Cosmog and would even go through dangerous situations in order to save her own mother (who verbally disowned her). What’s even better with these new games is that in the post-game, Lillie actually battles with a pokemon. AND IT’S FROM THE CLEFABLE LINE! Lillie actually battles alongside you with a Clefairy. If it means I get to fight against that genital wart, Faba with this little lady by my side, I am very satisfied! This is awesome! I’m glad we get this extra bit in these games since the previous version had Lillie traveling and we don’t see her after defeating the league. Favorite Game of 2017: Miitopia …It’s my own fault for getting hooked on Tomodachi Life back in 2014. Ever since then, I’ve been having so much fun with these Mii games. And Miitopia was no exception! Guys, it was either this game or one of the Freemium games the Japanese throw my way. But since I don't feel like getting into Idol Hell with Love Live, I'm going with the miis again. As for this game, I got to add my favorite characters of anime (like Tracey Sketchit), favorite characters on sitcoms, favorite celebrities, and all sorts of others to fight an evil Dark Lord. Better yet, this game doesn’t care in terms of gender. You can be a boy character and be a princess. You can make two men lovers! Plus browsing through all the miis there are was amusing. I can’t tell you how many Guy Fieri’s and Rick Sanchez’s I’ve seen come through my game. Plus, I had a lot of fun trying to kill Donald Trump and Celine Dion. These are the people I despise, deal with it. The one downside was having your face stolen and having it put on something absurd like a rock, a mouse, or a turkey’s ASS! WHY WOULD YOU ALLOW THAT TO HAPPEN?! Favorite Het Couple of 2017: Takeo Gouda x Rinko Yamato (My Love Story) THIS WAS SO ADORABLE! These two, together, the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever seen! I can’t believe it has taken me so long to watch this series. So this series revolves around a very, very, very, if the mother wasn't a former pro-wrestler, she would have split in half giving birth to him large high school freshman named Takeo falling in love with this petite girl named Yamato. I was amazed to find that they both confessed their feelings for each other so early in the series. And then have the rest of the series dedicated to their relationship blossoming! I know they’re only high school students, but seeing them do the simplest of things like holding hands or going on a date is downright adorable to see them do. Yamato sees past Takeo’s large exterior and sees that he is a sweet boy. I want this couple to thrive well into old age! Long live this ship! Favorite Yuri Couple of 2017: Ymir x Christa/Historia (Attack on Titan: Season 2) This year there were several Yuri couples that caught my eye (including couples from Love Live and Miss Kobayashi). But the one that stood out the most came from Attack on Titan’s second season. In the first season, I really never paid attention to Ymir x Christa. I think I was busy screaming out, “HOLY SHIT, THOSE ARE SOME FUCKED UP LOOKING TITANS!” When the chibi middle school spin-off came along, they laid it on kinda thick, especially on Ymir’s end. But this season is where it all came out. Particularly in the episode Historia! In this episode, we get a touching flashback of the two girls surviving in the harsh winter climate. Ymir did a lot in order to protect Christa, even exposing her giant secret. Both girls cared about each other enough so to confide in each other their dark secrets. I know this ship might die down when season 3 airs next July, but as for this season, we got plenty of this, and I couldn’t be any happier. Favorite Yaoi Couple of 2017: Grell Sutcliff x Sebastian Michaelis (Black Butler: Book of the Atlantic) Here I am again with this one-sided ship. Call it a long-time guilty pleasure. Okay, I’ll be honest. I didn’t watch that many anime this year where I was enthralled with two boys. Not like last year when Yuri on Ice aired! I almost gave a pity throwaway to Ash x Kiawe from Pokemon: Sun & Moon. But one thing I do remember and liked was when I went to the screening of Black Butler’s Book of the Atlantic. Because with Black Butler, you never know when a certain reaper in red is going to come swinging a chainsaw! And as I said before, this ship is heavily one-sided as Grell always wants Sebastian (either to make love to him or kill him…or both) and Sebastian finds him annoying and dodges his advances. But my fangirly heart still loves this ship. Besides, this isn’t the first time I’ve put this ship on my superlative list. Not even a boat-load of zombies can keep Grell away from his Sebas-chan! Eight years later and I still squeal anytime I see that! Fandom That You Didn’t Expect To Get Into: Sakura Quest In April this year, I picked a completely random anime that was brand new to start. I had no idea what it was about, I just jumped right into it. And what I found was a quaint story about a young girl who becomes queen of a very rural town. There are many fine animes that delve into the concept of living in a small, rural town and the colorful characters that live there. And honestly, I’m just glad that it didn’t end up with the people murdering each other (like Shiki or Higurashi). Instead, we get the main character Yoshino take part as the role of queen of the small kingdom. And with the help of four other girls from the town, they were able to bring life into their little town. I enjoyed many of these characters and fell in love with many of their back-stories. From Maki striving to be an actress to Ririko breaking out of her shell! Kadota wanting to make-up for his past mistakes he made in his youth, to Yoshino deciding on her future! Even though Yoshino wasn't too fond of the small village scene, she quickly adapted and learned that small towns like Manoyama can be just as fulfilling as big cities like Tokyo. Fandom That Made An Unexpected Comeback: Attack on Titan *singing incoherent Japanese gibberish* YEAGER! I didn’t think I was going to get into the Attack on Titan hype train this year as big as I did. Especially since it’s been 4 years since the previous season aired. Buckle up bitches! Despite this being only 12 episodes, this season was truly memorable and gave us MANY, MANY, MANY revelations. However most of that was from minor characters. Now this season did come with some irritating things. Like Levi and Jean being pushed to the side. Eren is like a hostage for what feels like half the season. And Mikasa turned into so much of a yandere, I think Yuno Gasai pissed herself. But aside from my nitpicky things, I really enjoyed this season of Attack on Titan. Not just with this season, but catching up with the manga as well. Because I’m not waiting until 2018 to learn about giant monkey man titan! Add to that, a bomb-ass opening theme by Linked Horizon, Eren fighting the armored and colossal titan, and Ymir x Christa, this was one hell of a season. Can’t wait for July 2018! Fandom That Inspired the Most Crack: Miss Kobayashi’s Maid Dragon This is something I’m currently watching…and boy is it crazy! I almost gave it to Mr. Osomatsu again, but then I see busty dragon ladies! Imagine if you will, opening your front door and finding a humungus dragon standing at your door step. You are either in an anime, stoned off your ass, still drunk, or this is just a dream. Well in this case it’s an anime…and Miss Kobayashi might have been hungover when she met Tohru. And because it’s an anime, why not have this dragon transform into a busty girl? Thanks Japan! And living with Tohru and the rest of the dragons is anything but simple. Since Tohru is going to be Kobayashi’s maid, she’ll have to cook (by she’s going to cut off her tail and cook it for her master), clean (by licking Kobayashi’s clothes with her tongue), and protect the home from intruders (by blowing any and all intruders to oblivion). Yeah, this anime is wacky with not only Tohru, but the other mythical creatures like Kanna, Fafnir, Elma, and one of animes BIGGEST PAIRS OF TITS I’VE EVER SEEN Lucoa. Last Fandom of 2017: Food Wars! Shokugeki no Soma: The Third Plate The third season of Food Wars is by far the BEST thing to air for Fall 2017 animes. Not just I think so, but friends and co-workers of mine agree. Fans of the show were finally treated to meeting rest of Totsuki Academy’s Elite Ten. Not only that, but learn a great deal of one of this anime’s most hated characters (as to why we hate her). As Totsuki is drenched in tradition, we see this tradition break by an uprising as an exiled member of Totsuki emerges and ends up taking over the academy. This leading to mass changes in curriculum with the students and the Shokugeki in danger of no longer existing! To which Soma Yukihira says, “Hold my beer. It’s time to cook.” Okay, he doesn’t exactly say that, but he definitely takes on the establishment (including several Elite Ten members) in order to protect his friends and colleagues of the school. And let’s not forget what this show also contains! FOOD ORGASMS! I will admit that the later seasons have toned down a bit on the food orgasms that’s shown. But when it does happen, it’s almost other-worldly due to who’s cooking the food. I would love to eat any of that food that they cook on this show…I just don’t want my clothes to rip off me while the food molests me both ways.

[theearlkindagay]

Inquisitor Bio

Name: Rosalind Gwendolyn Evelyn Trevelyan

Race: Human (Nobel)

Class: Rogue Dual Wielding.

Gender: Female

Sexual Preference: Pansexual.

Nicknames: Rosie (by members of her family). Rose (by a fair few others). Kadan/Boss (by The Iron Bull). Your Worship (styled title). Robin (by Varric)

Biography:

Born to Alec and Esme Trevelyan in 9:16 Dragon, Rosalind is the third oldest of five children and the oldest daughter. Born to be the Princess of Starkhaven her parent’s ambition for her ended when the Vael’s youngest son Sebastian was sent to the Chantry in Kirkwall for ‘unspecified reasons’, with her family’s plans for her in ruins Rosalind was allowed for the first time to decide her own path. After much consideration she decided she wished to extend her studies in The University of Orlais, and, after much resistance from her father, she did just that in 9:32 Dragon, she also chose to train to become a Bard at much the same time. She flourished in Orlais where her natural wit and charm was encouraged instead of being ignored. In particular, her religious and political views (considered ‘extreme and liberal to the point of absurdity’ by her family) were encouraged and debated on with her peers and professors. She quickly found herself employed as a Bard by multiple members of Empress Celine’s court and eventually by the Empress herself. She also found herself part of the Mage Rebellion, in particular The Underground movement, especially following her parent’s decision to mover her sister Cecilia from the Ostwick Circle to the Kirkwall one. Following the events of 9:37 Dragon Rosalind ceased her involvement in this issue and refocused her efforts as a Bard and Scholar as she believed her beloved sister had died in the events at Kirkwall and found her grief to be a weakness.

She found considerable success in both aspects of her life and even forged new alliances for the Trevelyan name. That was until her sister’s existence was made public in the Orleasian court by an ex-lover of hers and Rosalind was forced to play the martyr in order to gain the upper hand in The Great Game (it worked). This resulted in her being given an invitation to The Conclave in The Temple of Sacred Ashes from Divine Justinia V as her unique perspective would be ‘invaluable’. Ultimately this was a trap as The Trevelyan family had fallen out of favour as they had abandoned their own child (this goes against the Chantry’s teachings) as well as being a mocking gesture about the pamphlets and essays Rosalind had written over the years on Mage Rights and freedoms. Despite knowing this she still attended as not doing so would have been the death of her political and academic career. There she began noticing the strange actions of several participants and followed it back to Corypheous and the Grey Wardens under his control performing a ritual on The Divine and interrupted it, accidently becoming the Herald of Andraste in the process.

In game decisions:

v Allies with the mages

v Allies with The Grey Wardens

v Saves Hawke/ sacrifices Loghain

v Forces Celine, Gaspard and Briala to work together

v Supports Cassandra Pentaghast as Divine Victoria and the rebuilding of the Seekers of Truth

v Has Cole become more human

v Saves the Bull’s Chargers

v Pardons Thom Rainier/ Blackwall

v Drinks from the Well of Sorrows

v Has the Inquisition act as Divine Victoria’s personal honour guard

v Wishes to save Solas

v Tells Dorian about the letter

v Unhardens Leliana

v Sends assassins into The House of Reprose

v Tells Cullen to stay off lyrium

Friends/allies:

v Dorian Pavus

v Vivienne de Fer

v Varric Tethras

v Sera

v Cole

v Cassandra Pentaghast

v Josephine Montiyet

v Leliana

Neutral:

v Thom Rainier/ Blackwall

v Cullen Rutherford

v Solas

Romance: The Iron Bull

Personality:

Duty first. Raised in a religious household Rosalind often finds herself conflicted between what she was taught by her tutors and governesses in The Chants and by what she considers ‘right’. This shows itself most prevenantly in her opinions on Mages. Whilst she supports their rights and believes they deserve freedom she also believes they should be kept an eye on and did struggle with having to chose between them and the Templars. However, ultimately Rosalind will always side with those who have little to no voice as she believes it is her duty as a believer in the teachings of The Holy Andraste. Deeply honourable Rosalind was renowned for rarely killing a target and would often find a scandal that would humiliate them out of court but, depending on the noble, could be politically survivable in a generation or two. Prone to cynicism and dry wit Rosalind often uses her appearance to hide/ blend in with those around her, especially nobles, in order to gain useful information and is known for being as quick with a remark as with a dagger. Despite this Orleasian nobility would often look down their noses at her quant noble line, and she would similarly do the same to them for their self obsessed nature. Ultimately Rosalind has a survivalist mentality as, whilst she does look several steps ahead, she is prone to solving one crises at a time and tends to contradict herself as a result, e.g: with The Grey Warden treaties and with her own personal beliefs on conscription.

Personal beliefs:

Liberal at the core but her strict, conservative and Andrastian upbringing can show itself. Her sense of duty often causes her actions to clash with other members of the Inquisition and even her own family. Her years of bardic training and her own natural curiosity causes her to ask questions and search out infomation for any subject even if she doesn't always share it, especially considering her own secretive nature, as well as her past indescretions in The Great Game. A firm believer in The Maker and the teachings of the Holy Andraste she has a habit of defending her own religious beliefs with quotations and quick rhetoric.

Believes in The Circles and the Templar Order but considers it weighed down in political nonscence and believes mages should have freedoms, provided they have certain restrictions. Considers The Circles to be a place of learning and wishes they returned to that.

[lexonini]

once upon a time, the princess rose from the ashes her dragon lovers made of her & crowned herself the mother-fucking queen of herself. - how’s that for a happily ever after?

The Princess Saves Herself in this One by Amanda Lovelace

[bookworm-on-rainy-days]

“once upon a time, the princess rose from the ashes her dragon lovers made of her & crowned herself the mother-fucking queen of herself.   - how’s that for a happily ever after?”  ― Amanda Lovelace, The Princess Saves Herself in this One

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[michaelareadsgood]

"Once upon a time, the princess rose from the ashes her dragon lovers made of her & crowned herself the mother-fucking queen of herself" - Amanda Lovelace