#ARGHHH HOW DO I EXPLAIN

[holographic-mars]

mars,,, take my hand.

whats with you lately - carseat headrest

soundwave and ravage song,, do you see it

IM GONNA BE SICK WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO MEEEE

I cannot. I cannot articulate how that makes me feel but I’m grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you around

[noxtivagus]

i get distracted so easily but i promise i'll get more done ! eventually aaaa 🫶🏼

[cheriladycl01]

So teach me - Sergio Perez x Trainee F1 Rookie! Reader

Plot: Sergio wants to take a year or two out leaving an open seat in Red Bull and who better for Christian Horner to get besides Red Bull is the Red Bull Trainee who was there reserve driver last year and has been training for this moment.

"Sergio, are you serious?" Christian asks his second Red Bull member, Sergio had just come to him telling him he wouldn’t be renewing his contract with Red Bull and that he felt 2025 was a good time to take some earned leave from the sport. and not fully retire he had requested to be a mentor for the youth Red Bull drivers. Before he took time with his family, he knew he'd come back in a year or two, but as of now his family were where he needed to be at.

“Yes, I’m being serious. I want to spend more time with my family” he admits. It was getting draining, the travelling back and forth and not seeing his wife and children for weekends on end.

“Okay, but I’m putting you with the hardest piece of work you’ll ever meet in Motorsports, she’s driven to succeed and is a phenomenal driver but she has … well let’s just say she isn’t the easiest person to get along with and she’s put us all through hell. So if you are serious about this, that's who you have to mentor. She's quite frankly the only person I trust to take your place" Christian said, already thinking about how the hell they are going to announce the new line up for 2025.

It was lucky really, Audi were coming onto the scope in 2026, and there was talk that they were keen on giving you a seat since you were doing so well. So maybe this was actually a good thing, as it scared Christian more thinking of you in an Audi than Sergio out of a Red Bull.

"She's in the back, you can go meet her" he advises pointing a pen towards the garage where they stored different components and the spare wheels.

He walked through looking for someone that would potentially be this absolute piece of work that Christian had made you out to be. You from the way described were clearly on the younger agenda of the grid and he knew communicating with you may be hard because of that but what he didn't expect was a complete and utter lunatic.

He took one look at you and assumed you were basically feral, you had your helmet on, stereo in hand walking towards the garage where his and Max's cars were banging your head to the loud and aggressive music.

"Oh lord" Sergio breathes out looking at you, already knowing this would be a long 3 months of him training you.

"Y/N please turn that down! We're trying to work" one of the engineers working on the car complains as he puts the power drill down on the edge, not wanting to mess anything up.

"Arghhh fine Marcino, but you know you love my music" you grinned taking your helmet off. Your curly hair came falling out around it, in messy knots.

"Y/N?" Sergio calls out and looks over to you, he steps forward into the garage and smiles at you extending a hand. You shake it, clearly you had some kind of manners and decorum, he couldn't help but think.

"What's up old man?" you stifle a laugh trying to look as serious as possible.

"Old man? I'm only 34!" he exclaims looking at his hands to see if he could in fact pass himself off as an old man.

"Well, old to me" you smirk, picking up the bottle of squash you'd left on the workbench earlier, taking a quick swig from it.

"So, long story short. This old man is going on leave for a year or two and retire..." he starts trying to explain his situation to you.

"Oh so you are old old" you laugh giving him a pointed look.

"No- look let me finish, I'm retiring my car for a few seasons and for whatever reason Christian Horner wants you to take my seat, but before you do that I'm going to be training you" he offers and you place a hand on your hip, almost daring him to continue.

"And why may i ask do i need you to train me for this?" you asks, obviously you knew he was good at his job. It was Sergio Perez stood in front of you but that didn't mean your demeanor was up to slip and slide and make you look like an incompetent nobody.

"Come on, surly even you know that. I'm the only Red Bull in the last few years that has been able to keep up with Verstappen, you wanna give into the pressure like Gasly and Albon or do you want me to show you how to drive on par with the current world champion" he asks crossing his arms like a strict parent.

"God jheez alright. What do you want? You want me doing pressup's or neck training. Or time testing. Or you wanting me to show you how i can drive?" you ask looking at him.

"You think Christian flew you out to Abu Dhabi as a special guest? No your our test drive for tonight in free practice and you'll be driving my car with Verstappen"

"Oh its on" you say. The engineers step back observing the car.

"Go get into the suit Christian left for you, it'll be your first Red Bull racing suit" he says patting your back making you shrug off.

"Don't touch me bro" you say giving him the side eye before going and changing into your fireproofs and your suit. Navy blue looked good on you, you left with the Red Bull cap covering the face and walking back out to where Sergio had left you.

"You want some help getting in or?" Sergio asks awkwardly, looking at you as you walked round the car, a finger swiping around the halo as you got closer.

"Woah, I can drive the car I just cant get in it alone... that's really interesting how have i survived this long in motorsports its insane" you admit, looking over the car. One of the engineers hands you over your own helmet that someone had made look a little bit more like that off a Red Bull Driver.

"Alright enough with that sarcasm okay?" he frowns, he hands you the steering wheel and you place it in the car, you feel about getting familiar with it.

"Are you ready?" he asks slapping the visor down.

"Yeah" you smile, nodding at him.

You pull out onto the track, Verstappen pulled out after you which felt odd having a World Champion behind you on the track.

"Right, first lap do as normal get a lay for the track and what the car feels like. Then we can do a flying lap" the engineer advises.

You do as he says, testing the track. Your tires were good and the car felt powerful. You come around and some of the others pit, meaning its time for your flying lap.

"Push the car to the max without fucking it for Sergio okay?" the engineer offers, you chuckle a little into the radio finding it funny.

"Why put me in the damn car if you think im going to wreck it, no trust in me whatsoever" you frown, shaking you head a little before putting your foot down.

You were an amazing driver, however it seemed to most that you were fearless and a rather aggressive driver. Suitable to be able to match Max's driving style, however as a rookie you still had your mistakes and over or under judgements that in races would cost you places and potentially put you at risk.

You managed to complete two flying laps by the timer had run out for FP1.

"What are the positions?" you ask.

"Oscar in first, your in second and George in third" making you gasp in shock, you knew you'd drive quick but you didn't think it was top 3.

"Where did you learn to drive like that" Sergio asks you as you hopped out the car. You pull your helmet off and then your balaclava your hair falling around your face in a mess of tangled curls.

"Practice, by watching races? Why?" you say not really sure what else to say. You'd never had like a specific mentor, it was just the radio engineer and the team you were with giving you pointers in the debriefs on how to improve.

"You take angles that you shouldn't far to tight, making your tire management awful. Your aggressive and nearly took out Lando today, because he was slower on the straight. You have lots to learn" he admits crossing your arms. You got to argue back, having disagreed with the prior statements but you knew that would get you nowhere.

"So teach me..." you say leaning against his car.

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Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death, forced marriage, and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

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Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: Hello my babies!!!! Holy fuck. Wow. I actually can't believe it. I may or not be crying a lil bit because here we are. Here is the final chapter of Smoke, Fire and Ash (besides the Epilogue that is coming tomorrow!). I really can't believe it. This has been such an insane journey to be on. I started writing this fic for my best friend, just emailing her updates, and then she convinced me to post online, so in January (thats how long this thing has been going lol) I started posting with you all!!!

I really cannot thank you guys enough for all the continuous love and support you have given me with this fic. All the memes and laughs and theories and messages, I have absolutely adored talking to you all and getting to share this with you! ARGHHH. I could say so much more, but I shant.... nay.... I wont. haha, so again, thank you all so much, and I hope that when the Epilogue is posted tomorrow, that we can all close this story together neatly! Can't wait to keep writing new stories for you all.

ENJOY! <3

FINAL CHAPTER 109: Through Smoke, Fire and Ash 

There was no singular way to describe how you were feeling. 

No singular way to explain the confusion of grief and both elation that swirled within you. You supposed, this was how Rhaenyra must have felt when she had her hasty coronation on Dragonstone. 

How does one see the light when they are shrouded in so much darkness? 

How is one supposed to smile through all the losses?

Because the shadows outweighed it all, much heavier than the Conquerors Crown you had worn, the weight of the world sitting atop your shoulders and spine, pushing down on your vertebrae with a force that could buckle your knees. One wrong shift and the fragility of your bones and muscle may cause it to crack, collapsing beneath you.

It had been days and yet, it still felt as though it was yesterday when you had driven your dagger into his neck. You could still feel the way it had felt when it pushed through his muscles and tendons, how his body had resisted it. How he had tensed beneath you jolting, how his eye had opened wide in pain and shock.

How he had looked at you.

How it had smelt, the iron of the blood on your hands, your body, in your hair.

All of it.

And at times, during those days that passed you, you would wake in a cold sweat, drenched in perspiration as you dreamt of doing it over and over. Dreamt of watching the light fade from his eyes. Dreamt of the smell, the blood.

And each time you would wake, tears falling down your cheeks and heart rattling against your ribs, your eyes would fall to your hands and a small cry of horror would leave your lips.

Each time, your hands were covered in his blood.

The first few nights that it happened, you would race to the basin beside the bed, desperate to wash the blood away, clawing at your skin with your nails as you scrubbed them raw, sobbing loudly in the chambers.

And each time, Ser Darke at your door would alert the Queen, and Rhaenyra would rush to your chambers in her nightgown, gripping your hands as they dripped with water, not blood, and would whisper to you that it was okay, that it was over, that you were clean.

Each time she would pull you away from the basin, hands raw and sometimes bleeding from your own nails, and would take you to bed, laying down first to clutch your head against her chest as she would hold you, and you would sob.

But after the eighth night of your new and horrifying routine, you woke and looked at your hands.

Blood again.

But this time you did not scream, this time you did not race to the basin to try and wash it away. This time you sat up against the back of the bed and stared at your hands until the sun had risen into the sky, and the maids came to get you ready for the day.

And it was much the same.

For many days after.

You would dine with your family, and there he would be, in the corner of your eye watching you.

Always watching you.

And each time that his shadow would catch your eye, you would know to not react when your eyes would catch glance of your hands, covered in his blood once more.

As though he was punishing you.

Your mother and father, if you suspected that she had told him, were the only ones to know about your crumbling stability. But as the days passed, and almost a moon had turned, it got better.

Easier.

You could now look at your hands without recoiling, and some nights you would not dream of him. Some nights you would not dream at all, and would sleep the entire night through.

And when you did wake up, the smell of blood beneath your nose, you would hold your stomach, the smallest of swells beginning to show, and soothe the skin with your palm, hushing the babe inside of you as you whispered to yourself that it was all okay.

But by the time the moon had turned, you had begun to make your peace with it. Begun to understand that this was your penance for such horrors. That this would be your atonement for what you had done.

A punishment that you would not deny.

This morning however, was different.

Today you would put on a brave face for the realm, not just for your family, who treated you with with such exceptional kindness and patience that it often brought you to tears.

Today the mask of impassivity, the mask of strength and triumph would be slipped over your face for all to see. As was your duty. As was always your duty.

Saria and Aella brushed their gentle hands into your hair as they braided it back against your skull in intricate twists and weaves that lifted it from the nape of your neck completely, whilst Joanna and Amala tended to tightening your gown at the back. 

Your reunion with your two maids had been a tearful event, but smiles were shared after all eyes were red and raw from broken sobs and shared stories, minor tales of survival.

You held your hands at your front, observing yourself in the vanity of your old chambers, unwilling to enter Aemond’s again, not knowing if the stench of blood and memory of the past would be the last thread to be pulled, and your crumbling resolve would snap, and you would be lost to madness like Helaena had been, the weight of it all sinking you into the ground.

The necklace in your hands had warmed in your palms and fingertips, as you pressed the pad of your thumb into the chain, feeling each ridge of the Valyrian steel beneath it, using it to ground you, attempting to count each notch in the chain to help quell the rising tide within.

When Saria and Aella finished their braiding, they moved to place the headpiece atop your hair.

It had been old, far older than you or your parents.

The Valyrian steel had been a relic, a thick band that wrapped around your skull like a crown, that then had four similar bands that smoothed over the top of your scalp, meeting at the top of your head. 

Pressed into the Valyrian steel were round and square cut rubies, and dragon glass all the way along its surface, glimmering in the light, with small coils of gold that were nestled between each jewell. Three emeralds were newly laid amongst the rest, one at each point at your temple, and the last at the back of your head.

It was not heavy like the Conquerors Crown, but it had a weight to it, pressing down onto your head as the girls adjusted it to fit. Adjusted it to look weightless. But there was the invisible weight of it too, and that squeezed at your ribs causing you to be breathless. 

Saria moved to stand in front of you, looking at the chain that you held in your palm.

“Your Grace, might I?” She asked, a hand reaching out to offer to put the necklace on.

You nodded at her and gave her a small, yet stiff smile as she took it from your grasp, watching yourself in the mirror as she came to move behind you, hands fiddling with the clasp as she draped it across your neck. 

The gown you wore was the last piece Aemond had made for you, and one you had not worn yet. But today you would. Today you would carry him with you as you took yourself down to the throne room. 

It was a deep red, almost the colour of blood when it would begin to dry, with gold and black dragons and flames embroidered at the cuffs of your wrists, making their way up your forearm. The bodice of the dress was tight, and in its centre, a gold, beaded dragon, marked with black shivering beads that looked like scales.

A homage to the first dragon you had claimed, and lost. 

From each shoulder, sat a large golden clasp, holding a set of three chains that hung across the neck. But they were not usual chains, instead, they were made to look like stems from a rose bush, pointed thorns all around its length, sharp and menacing.

Placed atop the gown by the help of Joanna and Amala sat the black and gold cloak your mother had worn many years ago for her coronation. It still smelt of her.

Saria finished clasping the necklace at the back of your neck, and stepped back, all the maids looking over you one last time to ensure that you were perfect.

They deduced that you were.

From behind you in the mirror, you could see the figure of Jacaerys as he entered your chambers, adorned in a vision of red and black, the colours of your House.

You spun to look at him, his eyes roaming over your body with the softest of smiles on his lips. His hair had been brushed back and away from his face, curly brown locks tucked behind his ears by small falling braids, gold clasps at their ends to hold them together.

“You were born for this.” He whispered, stepping towards you to take your hands in his, “Are you ready?” His thumbs brushed against your knuckles softly as he watched you.

You swallowed. 

Were you ready?

Would you ever be?

No.

But you had to be.

“Yes.” You lied.

His large calloused hand moved to cup your face before pressing a kiss to your cheek lovingly, a habit that he had inherited from your mother, and something that he no doubt pressed against Baela’s furrowed brows and cheeks when needed.

Jacaerys' gaze dropped to your neck, and then back to your face as he blinked but said nothing, instead offering an arm to you to walk down together.

Resting against your neck, warmed by gentle hands that had held it, atop the cloak for all to see, was the necklace that Aemond had given Alys. 

That your mother and father had then given to you. 

And which you had plucked the emeralds from, not wishing to wear them around your neck, instead placing them within the piece that sat atop your head. A reminder.

At the centre of the Valyrian steel, the chain flush against you, was a steel dragons claw that hung from its centre, and in its grip a large spherical sapphire. 

Taken from the ashes, as a reminder, as a lasting piece that you could have and hold.

The last piece of him.

Aemond’s eye.

"Shall we?”

You looped your arm in his and made your way down to the Iron Throne chambers together. Always together. Through thick and through thin, you shared the blood of Old Valyria, and the both of you had shared a womb, nothing could seperate you. 

Your hand pressed against your necklace as you walked, feeling the weight of it with every step. Feeling his presence despite not being visible to your eye.

It helped to calm you strangely, helped to give you strength, to give you some sort of hope and feel as though he approved. You hoped that he would. You thought that he would.

He would.

In no time at all, you stood before the two large doors at the entrance to the Iron Throne. Jacaerys stilled, unlinking his arm from yours as he brushed his sweaty palms against his robes. Another habit the two of you shared.

You frowned at him, worry beginning to burrow itself in your chest. You stepped forward to cup his face in both hands, ��Do you hate me? For what I am about to do?”

Jacaerys' lips pulled into a lopsided grin, hands coming to grasp yours, “I could never, not now, or in any other lifetime, come to hate you. You are my sister, and I have always held firmly in my beliefs that it should be you to sit the Iron Throne. How could I hate you for taking something that was never to be mine?”

You felt your eyes well with tears, relief pouring from you.

Jacaerys shook his head softly as he chuckled, towering over you, “Don’t cry. You’ll look a mess.”

A laugh bubbled up your throat and you tapped his cheek lightly.

“They’re waiting for me. Actually, waiting for you.” He breathed, stepping back, looking at you one last time as his fingers brushed the necklace, touching the orb that sat against your chest.

Jacaerys breathed deeply as he looked at it, gnawing at it his lip as he held it softly.

You watched his face as he thought for a moment, eyebrows twitching, but then breathed his thought aloud.

"He would be proud.”

You could tell it had taken a lot of Jacaerys to say that.

And yet he did.

You blanched, and the tears that you had tried to hold at bay trickled down your cheeks, hot trails dripping down onto the stones below. 

Jacaerys frowned, head dipping down to your level, “Please don’t cry. Mother will have my head.”

You chuckled wiping the tears away with the back of your hand.

“Away with you then, the sight of you brings me to tears.” You half laughed and half sobbed.

Your brother swiped up a stray tear that had escaped your eyes before he gave a deep and mocking curtsey to you, his curly brown hair flopping against the sides of his face, “At once, Your Grace.” And with that, Jacaerys slinked into the chambers, announced loudly by Ser Erryk inside. 

The doors shut behind him as you heard the crowd inside slowly quieten. You straightened your posture, heart beating against your chest with every breath.

But there would be no waiting, nor halting of what was to come. No moment of stilling for just a breath more to catch your bearings. Because if life had taught you anything, it was that the world does not slow for anyone, and it shall continue to move forward without you, even if you are trapped in the past. 

And so forward, you went.

The doors were pulled open, and you felt each and every eye in the throne room turn to you. All Lords and Ladies from across the realm, Heads of their Houses and knights, watching as you made your way towards them. But your eyes were solely on your parents. 

Queen Rhaenyra was seated upon the Iron Throne, dressed head to toe in black and red, gold crown of her father, the crown of King Jaehaerys before him, seated atop her skull and pride in her eyes. 

Your father, King Consort Daemon Targaryen, stood at the bottom of the throne, hands in front of him as he grinned ear to ear, watching as you descended the stairs and walked towards them.

Atop his head, the Conquerors Crown.

Just as you had told him to wear.

‘This is yours now.’ You had told him, and he had argued, but you had insisted, ‘Return it to me when I sit the Throne.'

“Princess Y/n Velaryon, First of her Name, Daughter of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen.” Ser Erryk’s voice boomed into the chambers, and you had to suck in a stiffening breath as you felt pangs of fear wind through you. 

It was almost like the days you had been brought before Aegon, the strange feeling of remembrance racing through you icily. Remembering how it had felt to be presented to this throne twice before.

But it wasn’t the same. 

There was no danger here, only love, and care, and trust. But this did not stop your mind from racing, or your heart from jumping in your chest as you stood before your mother, looking up at her.

Rhaenyra looked out at the sea of Lord and Ladies who stood in the Hall, all having travelled from their lands to come to the Red Keep for you.

All who had sworn themselves to her. 

All who were willing to do it all again. 

“Let all who stand here today, who have travelled across the Seven Kingdoms, who have sailed the seas and ridden to Kings Landing,” Her voice boomed across the room, steady and even, “Bear witness to the naming of Princess Y/n Velaryon as my successor for the Iron Throne.”

You smiled softly at your father before turning around to face the room, looking out at all who stood present, and had come to declare for your mother. 

For you. 

Some faces you recognised, others you did not. House sigils were pressed or stitched into robes and cloaks or armour, House colours adorned on shoulders and skirts. Men and woman of all kinds filled the chambers of the Iron Throne ready to swear their fealty.

Princess Rhaenys and Lord Corlys were the eyes you found first, standing at the front with your half sister Princess Rhaena beside them. All had their heads towards you, Rhaena grinning widely, whilst Rhaenys dipped hers in a subtle nod, the tiniest of smiles on her lips. 

Lord Corlys however, did not smile, nor nod, but looked at you in appraisal. In pride. He had always treated you as his granddaughter, and despite you knowing the truth about Laenor, it did not take away that he had been a father to you, and Corlys, a grandfather.

At the sides of the chambers, your brothers stood and watched, and it took everything within you to not cry as one head of brown was missing. 

You swallowed thickly as Rhaenyra continued.

“Your loyalty to the true heir of the Iron Throne has not been forgotten. Your sacrifices to regain the throne are not forgotten. All Lords and Ladies who stand before the throne today have shown their loyalty, bravery, and defiance in the face of turncloaks and usurpers. Have shown support of my cause, and my claim as the rightful heir and ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. So today,” She breathed behind you, “I, Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, ask that you to do so again. Pledge fealty to the throne and its rightful heir before the Old Gods and the New. Promise your faith, and know that if it is broken, there will be no mercy given to those who go against it.”

You breathed again, feeling your hands begin to sweat. 

This was all you had ever wanted. 

This was all that you had ever dreamed of. 

But there was so much missing from it.

So many missing.

It was a dream that you had thought was lost. Gone with the marriage, gone with Lucerys. Gone to Jacaerys. Gone with the war. 

But here you were, before the eyes of the Heads of the realms Houses, having your succession be named before the Gods, and their fealty sworn to you.

“Step forth now, and make the pledge.”

The first to move, was the silver locks of Lord Corlys Velaryon. He moved with no hesitancy, with a speed that had rivalled all others, moving to stand before you, slowly lowering himself to his knee as he bowed his head. 

Ser Erryk announced him to all present, “Lord Corlys, of House Velaryon, Lord of the Tides and Master of Driftmark.”

Corlys lifted his head to look at you, his deep voice moving through the chambers, “I, Lord Corlys Velaryon, Lord of the Tides and Master of Driftmark, promise to be faithful to Queen Rhaenyra and her named heir, the Princess Y/n. I pledge fealty to them, and shall defend them against all enemies in good faith and without deceit. I swear this by the Old Gods and New.” The Lord stood, moving back to his wife and granddaughter, where he kept his eyes upon you, a small nod tipped towards you and the throne. 

Warmth bloomed in your chest as you smiled at him softly. He was still, in your eyes, your grandfather.

The elder Lord Staunton was next, stepping forward to the middle of the aisle of people, bending his knee down slowly until it rested against the stones, bowing his head.

“Lord Simon Staunton, Lord of Rooks Nest, and Head of House Staunton.”

“I, Lord Simon Staunton, Lord of Rooks Nest and Head of House Staunton, promise to be faithful to Queen Rhaenyra and her named heir, the Princess Y/n. I pledge fealty to them, and shall defend them against all enemies in good faith and without deceit. I swear this by the Old Gods and New.”

Lord after Lord, Lady after Lady, Heads of Houses, young and old, stepped forth to kneel before you and pledge their allegiance and fealty to you, naming you as the successor to the Iron Throne.

All you could do was stand and watch, pride and vindication blooming in your chest warmly.

The last man stepped forward, but his robes were far different to those who stood amongst the rest. You watched in interest as he bent his knee.

He would be no older than Aemond had been. His hair was a dark brown, long and pulled away from his face by a clasp at the back of his head. 

As he bowed to you, Ser Erryk Cargyll announced him to the throne room, voice loud behind you, icy grey eyes lifting to meet yours.

“Lord Cregan Stark, Wolf and King of the North, Lord of Winterfell and Head of House Stark.”

Lord Cregan Stark had a long face, not in the way that Aemond had, but Cregan’s thicker, and fuller. Cheeks wider and more muscular, and lips that were dutifully kept still. Furs lined the neck of his robes, and large silver wolf heads clasped it together in a chain at the front.

“I, Lord Cregan Stark, Wolf and King of the North, Lord of Winterfell and Head of House Stark,” His was voice was deep and smooth, his accent lilting upon every word he spoke, “Promise to be faithful to Queen Rhaenyra and her named heir, the Princess Y/n. I pledge fealty to them, and shall defend them against all enemies in good faith and without deceit. I swear this by the Old Gods and New.”

The entire time he spoke, he kept his eyes on you. 

You blinked as he stood, towering taller than most men in the room, and watched as he moved back to his place, feeling a pull towards him in your chest. 

There was no denying that he was handsome, a certain roguishness to him that only men in the North had. His shoulders were broad, and he looked to be a seasoned swordsman with large hands that he clasped at his front.

He did not smirk at you as Aemond would have when he caught you staring, and instead bowed his head out of curtesy and respect. 

You swallowed and looked away, turning to finally face your mother, who sat upon the throne, crown atop her silver hair, and large blade at her side, hand rested on top of the hilt. She looked down at you with bright and violet eyes.

You bowed your head to her, momentarily looking down at the stones, where stains of red sat beneath your feet. 

It was clear there had been an attempt to scrub it free, but the blood of Aegon Targaryen had sat at the foot of the throne for too long, and its viscousness had sunk deep into the porous stone.

When you lifted your eyes back to your mother Rhaenyra, she stood, looking out at all those present. All who had stayed loyal, all who had sworn their loyalty again. To the Houses that had sacrificed men in the battle for the throne, a mere moon before. To the Houses who had stayed true to their loyalty. 

And then, to you. 

To the one person who had made it happen. To the one person who ensured her seat. Months in waiting, months of torture and depravity. Months of sheer will to complete what she had started.

The realm knew you as many things.

The People’s Princess. The Bastard Princess. Survivor at Storms End. The Merciless. The Realms Despair. The Kinslayer. The Claimer of Two. King Maker. Queen Consort. Wife to the One-Eyed King. The Broken Queen. 

King Slayer. 

Queen Maker. 

And a Queen for a Day.

But now you would be known as something that was rightfully, birthright and earned, yours. 

“I, Rhaenyra Targaryen, First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals, and the Roynar, and The First men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, do hereby name, Y/n Velaryon, Princess of the Realm, the Heir to the Iron Throne.”

Heir to the Iron Throne.

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[captainmera]

I can’t even begin to explain how much I love your portrayal of Hunter and Vee relationship

“I do not care. I do not care. Arghhh Yes I CARE!” Beautifu. Truly the siblings ever.

She's a tsundere. :)

And thank you!! ;o; I love their friendship/siblingness too. It's been a lot of fun to explore it! :D

Their duo needs a name :l

[world0fmadness]

Those photos got me thinking of Pelle’s little girl and little boy recreating the pictures them trying to make the same faces as their dad which makes Pelle laugh😂

୨୧ oh yesss, they absolutely would!

they probably find an old picture book filled to the brim with older pictures of pelle, pictures of him in his corpse paint and tattered clothing… and i mean, it isn’t like they’ve never seen him in corpse paint before because of course they have but never really in pictures! they become completely enamoured with the pictures as they flip through them, high pitched giggles leaving their mouths at how spooky and scary their father is attempting to look in the grainy pictures…

whilst this is going on upstairs in your shared bedroom with pelle, the two of you are busy downstairs, making dinner or cleaning up! talking quietly amongst yourself and it’s only when you hear two sets of feet running down the stairs that the two of you look up from your task, you immediately burst out laughing when your eyes land on your children, their faces both sporting a large smile and their skin coated in… white powder and black eyeshadow all around their eyes… to say they don’t look menacing would be an understatement, they simply look like adorable little harmless raccoons which only causes pelle to crack his own smile and laugh quietly under his breath before he speaks up, noticing you’re still laughing too hard to even attempt to speak, his soft voice asking them what they were up to in your room and what they have all over their faces!

you only just manage to start catching your breath when your children begin explaining themselves, a jumbled mess of words leaving their mouths so quickly at the same time, their big grins never once faltering as they talk over each other, explaining that they were looking through the pictures and wanted to look like their father for the night! but… they kind of didn’t want to wait for you guys so they just got a bit creative with it using your makeup… as soon as your older girl realises just what she’s admitting, realising that she’s kind of incriminating herself for tampering with your things, she pulls her best puppy dog eyes and looks between you and her father, awaiting a response…

of course, your response is nothing more than another breathy laugh before you coo and tell them you’re going to grab the camera right now! patting pelle on his upper arm as you pass him and throwing a wink in his direction, the second you leave to go find the camera, pelle gestures for them to come over to him with a gentle smile on his face! letting out a soft huff as they both throw themselves into his arms and giggle when he ruffles their fluffy hair, looking down at them with the most loving eyes and wiping some of the black powder back into place as he tells them how spooky they look, how they look just like him and would make incredible black metal band members one day!

when you return to take the pictures, pelle stands behind you and looks over your shoulder, into the lens as he laughs slightly, watching with awe as your children replicate poses he used to do for pictures, replicate his facial expressions and even scruff their hair up, moving the blonde strands to cover their face slightly… yeah, they’re his shadows alright… anyone can see that…

arghhh, you guys have such cutesy thoughts though i do love your horny thoughts too hehe <3

[grisen06]

finally finished season 4 and apart from the obvious Ew im gonna make a list of All Major Things I Thought Was Wrong Because People Keep On Only Mentioning Two (that being five and the ending)

1. 'The Jeennifer incident' No because it was so important to them as a family to have this incident that showed how never properly learning to be a team and growing up in an abusive situation made them dysfunctional but now that's all overglossed with "actually our dad just wiped our minds

2. Their dad's (im not gonna try to remember how his name is spelled) last moments??? Why did it feel like the story (not the characters) tried to forgive him? "Oh hey you waited 2 more minutes to assasinate your child father of the year award you do actually care" like that whole seen felt so icky

3. The amount of shit that could've been solved with telling Ben (and the rest) "Hey btw never touch Jennifer just so yk" BEFORE everything

4. "We have to erase all marigold" Doesn't elaborate on the rest of the children that got borned outside of them

5. They come to this timeline 2019 and iirc s4e1 says 6 years has passed so that's 2025 but the ending acts as if it's 2024 and in the scene where Claire sees Ben on the news they mention him going to jail in 2019 which that + 4 years is 2023???

6. Season 1-3 all act as if there's one main timeline that keeps on being altered, not that there are multiple timelines existing at once

7. If Five started the commision how cane *No one*, not even the higher ups, reacognised him / mentioned it to him? Can't they contact which ever Five started them to stop s2 Five from ending them?

8. This could be explained by the small village being created by their father but their population is smaller than where i live yet the way the city is built w so many shops and stuff it seems like they are way bigger than where i live as if the creators didnt think at all but j slapped a number on the population sign (which as someone who has studied props and set design irritates me deeply)

9. their powers going weird. at first i liked what they did with five because his new powers seemed like a new/stronger version of his old but for the rest it just felt like they all just became powerfull for the sake of being good in a fight. esp since we saw what their powers upped to the max could be in s2 but instead of allison being able to i heard a rumor guys brains out she j has...telekenisis? kind off?

10. j what r the logistics of anything the keepers does/were capable of doing

thats all for now might add more later im just arghhh annoyed (+ obvi the horrible ending and everything abt five esp lila)

[helenapologist]

im gonna explain this to the best of my ability but i think if we’re gonna get a “Cesare rescue/helps out/releases Steve” and they have a little heart-to-heart moment, they’re conversation is gonna be like those Crowley and Aziraphale conversations.

like the ones where Aziraphale is like “oh you’re actually good person and nice and stuff” and crowleys like “NO I AM NOT NEVER SAY THAT AGAIN” but like, more tailored to fit their personalities yknow? like there would be an acknowledgment that Cesare is objectively not a good person- he lies, hes mean, he can, will, and has used people for his own gain but like,,, he’s not the worst person in the world??? he still has empathy and is kinda just a product of his unfortunate circumstances.

what i imagine is steve kinda having a “you’re only human” sorta convo. and Cesare will not know how to handle it and it’ll be emotional and sappy and ARGHHH DO YOU SEE MY VISION

[a-forger-and-a-point-man]

Oppenheimer / immediate thoughts

ok nolan fans let's talk, i just got back.

i am very well acquainted with 20th century american history but i did not do any additional research on oppenheimer the man or the trinity test because i wanted to be surprised by the movie's narrative and imagery, so keep that in mind as you read. i'm not fact-checking for the time being... i want to go do my own reading at my leisure when it's not past midnight.

DON'T GO SEE IT IN IMAX. SAVE YOUR MONEY AND A HEADACHE. it's not inception or dunkirk or the batman films or interstellar. just go to your local theater or wait until it's available to stream. trust me on this. i'll explain why in the spoilers section below.

YOU'RE BEING WARNED. SPOILERS AHEAD.

-this was the least nolan-y film that nolan has ever made. i see more of following in it (his very first film) than i do any other project. it was definitely a bit of a different direction for him.

-this is basically a biopic of sorts about oppenheimer. it's not about the war nor is it really about the bomb. it's about an awkward, conflicted, and possibly mentally ill physics genius who seems to not know how to do much in life beyond quantum physics theory. like yes, he's got a brilliant mind, but he's far from a well-rounded, impressive human being. the guy was a hot mess long before anyone mentioned the word bomb.

-taking that into consideration, i can see how the suffering of humans (whether the navajo nation in new mexico, or the japanese people) doesn't play a role in the film. japanese victims are mentioned, but briefly in one scene. that doesn't make any of this right. in fact a more entertaining, eye-opening, and timely film should have included more of both - but i see now that nolan wanted to focus on ONE man and cillian is indeed in practically every. single. scene.

-cillian should be nominated for an oscar and win it.

-humans are very complex and you CAN both build the bomb AND feel bad about it, yes it's entirely possible and normal, but the film is still 3 hours of white guilt. i'm openly saying it. the reason you shouldn't see it in imax is because it's 3 hours of middle aged white men sitting around making terrible decisions. it's SO MUCH TALKING, jesus.

-IMAX cameras are stupidly loud, which is why most filmmakers don't use them. you can't hear dialogue. they're for action scenes. so that very much explains why i was just ITCHING for subtitles on this. so many different accents and everyone mumbling and the score was louder than their voices and ARGHHH nolan why.

-female characters are unremarkable and underused. i know nolan and i know how he uses female characters. at this point i'm convinced he just doesn't know how to write them, and he can only work with male-driven stories and you know what... fine. it is what it is. unless he brings female writers on board, nothing will change, because he can't do it himself.

-why are there sudden bare tiddies in a nolan film. fanboys, did u love it? did u get what u wanted? was that it? finally, a sex scene in a nolan film? it added nothing and i could argue it took some things away. sorry folks. entirely unnecessary.

-ok THE BEST PART was the surprise cameos. cillian was in every scene and yet he was the least famous person among big oscar winners sometimes! it was wild! i was internally screaming at gary oldman as harry truman. excellent choice to play him like the clown he was. AND EINSTEIN??? did y'all catch that or no??? i knew it right away from the voice and the kind eyes. it's the GUY FROM THE PIT IN THE DARK KNIGHT RISES. he helps bruce recover, and narrates the ascent of "the child". terrific casting! and i haven't checked IMDB yet, but is borden (not named after the character from the prestige!) played by the arkham patient from the dark knight? the one who gets shot in the leg and interrogated by harvey dent?? tell me i am recognizing the right guy! and then we had matthew modine... casey affleck... rami malek who appeared for like 3 mins maybe?! AND Y'ALL, JOSH HARTNETT????????????????? OMG my biggest crush when i was 15. that was craaaazy. but i do like seeing nolan bring back his friends... it's very much a nolan circle as we all know. and once you're in it, you're in it!

-the use of sound was VERY GOOD. the explosion actually being silent, because light reaches us before sound? but also the way the buildup was so intense and so hyped up and then just.... complete silence to reflect on the monstrosity being produced, and how nothing will be the same.

-there was a lot of train sounds to emphasize the railroad, but also... anyone notice that the stomping noise in oppenheimer's head almost felt like a train was coming through? TELL ME YOU DIDN'T THINK ABOUT COBB'S GUILTY CONSCIENCE IN INCEPTION, and how a train would ram through the dream. nolan doing an homage to himself is absolutely hysterical and i am here for it i guess.

-i'm not sure how audiences abroad will feel about all the scenes in washington with congressional testimony. does that stuff carry over well? do you get the references? it's such inside baseball, i know, and it adds so much time to the film, and yet MORE scenes with middle aged white men talking. i could have done with less of the black and white "present day" scenes and more about the impact of the bomb, or maybe more about kitty's life and how she overcame her (presumed?) alcoholism and depression.

-the casual discussion about the 11 cities shortlisted to drop the atomic bomb "but not kyoto because of its cultural importance" made people laugh in the theater as intended, but honestly like... nothing in the movie is funny. it's really heavy stuff and i still stand by the fact that the bomb should never have been produced, despite what oppenheimer and others tried to say. because even its production is incredibly dangerous. it's not just about where you fucking drop it.

-did i mention there is too much matt damon. like, too much.

-rami malek is the only person of color with a speaking role in this film. that's right.

-ok what else guys??? i wanna hear thoughts. there's a lot more but i'm so tired at this hour

[spider-droid]

I saw that you posted about Duke Thomas and I was just wondering if you could just?? Explain?? how the frick his powers work pls???

I read the comic he got them and everything and I still don’t know how they work other than it has to do with light and I think it helps him find stuff

pls help

Hey there! Yes!!! I love Duke so much, he has such fun powers. Batman lets one (1) meta operate in Gotham. I will do my best to explain, but disclaimer: I have not read a Batman comic in like, two years. My knowledge could definitely be out of date. I'm gonna put everything under a cut, this may get long.

Okay, first off Duke is a meta-human, meaning that his powers are innate and don't come from an outside source. However, he's special because his bio dad is this immortal guy named Gnomon who has had a grand total of two (2) total appearances. I cannot emphasize enough how unimportant this guy is, except for the fact that he implied that Duke might also be immortal. And then they dropped the storyline. Arghhh.

Duke's powers occupy two main spheres: controlling light, and controlling shadows. I'll tackle them in order.

His light control lets him do the classic "shine a light in your face" approach, but it's the other stuff that's really interesting, that you hinted at in your ask. Duke can use his powers to turn invisible (I think his suit may help with that too? idk), and he can do all the Superman-style supervision stuff. However, he can also use light manipulation to see into the recent past (seeing where light was), and he uses this for detective investigations and stuff. He can also see a few seconds into the future (where light will be), and this comes in handy during fights.

This was the extent of his powers for a while, but he recently(ish)(okay I just looked it up it wasn't recent) acquired control of shadows as well because of some convoluted League of Assassins plotline. This gives him complete control over shadows (moving them around, summoning them, shaping them into physical objects). It also gave him the ability to teleport between shadows. Because why not.

That's basically it, but Duke also has accelerated healing and can (supposedly, we've never seen it in action) amplify the powers of other metas in his vicinity. He's also a genius, and pretty good poet.

So, long story short, Duke is a fantastic character, and would be incredibly overpowered if the writers at DC ever actually let him do anything meaningful. Which they should. Duke deserves to be overpowered.

Okay, I hoped this helped! Duke is a really cool character, and I like talking about him. I don't know what you've read, but Batman and the Signal (2018) and Batman and the Outsiders vol. 3 (2019) both go into a bit of detail about his powers. If you want stuff from before he had powers, We Are Robin (2015) and Robin War (2016) are both fun.

[ellsieee]

I honestly don't know how Suk is going to end Seoul Blues. According to the pairing expectations and bl formula rules, Daeyoung should end up with Jeongha, but at this point, that feels like the least logical ending.

So Daeyoung was going to explain why he cheated...

Except not. He's got nothing. Zip. Nada.

All he does is tell his emo backstory. No saying that he loves Jeongha most, that the kiss was a mistake. No trying to win Jeongha back. No groveling. It's like he doesn't want Jeongha back...

I cheered when Jeongha gave Daeyoung a piece of his mind. I think he hit the nail on the head. At that moment, if Dojin had asked Daeyoung to go back to him, Daeyoung would have taken him back in an instant. Side note: I think Seungjin's acting has improved! He was an awkward crier at best in Blue Boys, but his sad/crying face is much more natural in Seoul Blues.

At first I thought Dojin was going to ask Daeyoung to take him back, but instead he chose violence.

Arghhh. Wtf Dojin? Can't you speak nicely for once? He's always saying these harsh words, as if he doesn't care, and is just toying with Daeyoung, but his expressions say otherwise.

Dojin looks so sad and full of regret! There must be something else going on that he's not telling Daeyoung. He must think that he's protecting him or doing what's best for Daeyoung by making him hate him.

Because there's just no way that is the face of someone just playing with Daeyoung. Dojin looks absolutely devastated that he drove Daeyoung away. I want more of his backstory! I need to know why he ghosted Daeyoung, why he's back, and why he's purposely making Daeyoung hate him, but there's only one more episode and Suk will probably use it to bring Daeyoung and Jeongha back together. 😭

You can't blame me for wanting Dojin Daeyoung endgame. They're cute together! Riu is collecting men like pokemon. Has any other kbl actor kissed more men? 🤭 Give me the uncut NOW!

My fairytale ending would be for Dojin to chase after Daeyoung (wrist grab and all 😂), and tell him that he still loves him. He ghosted because *insert good reason here*, but he did it all for Daeyoung.

Dojin is famous now, so he will fulfill his promise and take care of Daeyoung. 😭

I think Daeyoung ending up alone would also be a fitting ending. He blew up two friendships and cheated twice. I think he deserves a time out.

The ending that would make the least sense to me is Daeyoung getting back together with Jeongha. During their break up scene, it was clear that Daeyoung wasn't over Dojin and would have gotten back together with him given the chance. So if he goes back to Jeongha now, it would only be because Dojin rejected him, which is... bad to say the least. I don't want Jeongha to be some consolation prize.

Watch Suk pull something crazy like giving us poly or having Daeyoung get back with Minji. 😂

This series makes me miss Nami, someone who could actually communicate.

[rainintheevening]

Okay, as per this poll I will now explain...

Yes, I ship Reylo (Rey/Ben Solo[Kylo Ren]), but...

In an AU.

To be clear up front, this is not a hard and fast ship, even in the circumstances of my AU. Sometimes I like them as a ship, sometimes I like them better as platonic soulmates. It all depends on what mood I'm in, and if I made the sequel trilogy my way, I would make it ambiguous. Maybe. Unless the actors felt it should be otherwise.

ANYWAY, after seeing a bunch of sweet Reylo fanart, I wished for a way I could ship them, and also a better explanation for Rey's unexplained ability to use the Force. So I thought, what if Rey was one of Luke's students, and she and Ben were super close, but somehow her memories got messed with, and what if that happened with Ben too, and that's why he turned to the Dark Side?

So I rewrote the entire sequel trilogy in my head, and have only written one part of it down, (go read it here), but basically the gist is: Rey's memories only got pasted over, while Ben's got rewritten (think Peeta and the highjacking). That's why Ben thinks Luke tried to kill him, and that he tried to kill the other padawans, and that Rey is dangerous.

Rey was an orphan, found and brought in by Luke, who became as a father to her. She and Ben were inseparable from the get-go, and he taught her how to fly the Falcon, how to do all her katas. He was like a big brother to her, her hero, and he promised to be her master when he got knighted.

Everyone thinks Ben Solo is dead, but after they discover he's not ("You killed my son!" "No. I was your son."), that he and Kylo Ren are actually the same person, Rey is dead set on saving him. So is Luke, as he feels certain it's his fault for leaving Ben to fight off so many, even though it was Ben who told him to take Rey and run.

Luke hopes to restore Ben's memories the way he did Rey's, but in his face-off with Kylo Ren, he takes a mortal strike to get close enough to reach his nephew. Rey witnesses this. The shock cracks through Kylo/Ben's memories, and he realizes what he has done, killing Luke. He flees, while Rey stays with Luke, who gives her his lightsaber, tells her to save Ben, tells her he was proud to have a padawan like her, maybe even says the 'you were as a daughter to me' bit out loud?

Anyway, after Ben flees, he has a total breakdown, off on some planet somewhere. But his grandfather shows up to give him some advice, yes! Anakin would be there!

Rey and Ben find each other, go off to kill Snoke and end the war (but it's Leia who gets to shoot Snoke: "That's for my son!")

Yes, Rey and Ben would have a particularly strong connection in the Force, but that wouldn't be the main point. That wouldn't be her 'superpower'. No, that would be her love for her family, which even when her memories were hidden, she missed, and it's her mission to piece her family back together again—helping Luke and Han reconcile, fighting to save Ben and the other Knights of Ren, who all turn out to be Luke's former students, making new family out of Finn and Poe. It's her love and determination that save the day, not her 'bringing balance to the Force'.

Yes, Ben will have to face consequences for his actions, even with the caveat of having his memory twisted. But Rey, and his parents, and Chewey are all with him.

Just... Rey remembering everything kind about him when they were kids, every time he apologized for the dark moods that sometime took him, how loving and careful he always was with her, and believing to the depths of her heart that that man was still in there somewhere, and that man could be restored... and Ben choosing to accept her forgiveness, to trust her when she says she'll go with him to find the truth, finding the strength to fight down the warped memories and the idea that he should kill her, and letting her lead him back into the light! Arghhh, yes.

Yeah, there is an age gap, but as they would be both adults by this time, I could 100% ship it, and am doing so right now. (Aka imagining them kissing in the last scene of the last movie...)

[halfdent]

I just destroyed myself thinking how Two-Face also calls Christopher Dent “ Dad” oh my god . Oh my god . That means he saw him as his father too . && I’m thinking this because he sometimes explains things as “ Harvey was 9” or something so refers to Harvey but he never refers to Christopher as “ Harvey’s Father” && in general he doesn’t do this for any connection Harvey has either Gilda is his wife too .

But the point is OUCH Two-Face must have felt so unwanted && that feeling wasn’t even wrong . Arghh arghhh! Literally treated like a “demon” && he never got a good memory with their father like Harv did . Not that I’m saying that it erases the mistreatment just Harv probably remembers at least one good time while Twos has literally none of those.

[aita-blorbos]

Am I the Asshole for kissing a gay(?) guy?

Hi!!! I (16, F) had (and still have...) a crush on a guy we'll call L (16, M) for quite a long time now... We weren't ever really close, but he was always super caring, dreamy, and handsome, and I know I'm not the only one to think that... All my friends wouldn't stop teasing me about it. And so one day I decided I wanted to confess to him!! I walked next to him and dropped my books, and be offered to help me carry them over to another classroom. We were alone. I saw this as a perfect moment to do it... And so I kissed him! I... I don't know. It was ... Kinda impulsive..? But not really... I had thought about it for a really long time. And when we pulled away from each other, I told him everything. How I liked him for a very long time, and I thought he could come to like me back! But I couldn't really... Read his expression? Just as he began his response, we noticed his uh... friend? Z (16, M) was standing by the classroom door and probably saw us kiss. He looked... Shocked. And then he ran away..? And L started running after him. And I knew there was probably something going on that I didn't understand. But, perhaps selfishly so, I took his hand before he could run away, because he didn't answer my question.

I don't know. Was that rude? I just - I didn't think I could ever get a chance like this one again, I didn't want it all to go to waste... He then quickly tried explaining it to me how he thought I was great, and he was sure that I was a wonderful person but he just didn't feel the same towards me,and then ran off.

I'll have to say, I was pretty sad... I still am, to be honest. It all happened so fast, like he didn't even consider it...

I don't know what happened afterwards, but I remember a couple days ago I saw L carrying Z, bridal style???? And not just that, but whenever they were together, they acted really... Close. Held hands. And only then I realized... Oh. They're a thing.

And then I realized that probably means L is gay. And that means that I, a girl, actually kissed a gay guy !!! And it was probably his first kiss too!!! Ughh, I can't help but feel baddd.... I mean, I didn't even ask him if he wanted to kiss me, I just did it.... I just - I thought that was my only chance of possibly getting together with him. But now I know that was probably impossible from the start ... 😬😓😓

Idk. I just feel bad for kissing him when he obviously didn't feel the same way towards me... I just didn't know any better, but I got over excited and...

Arghhh. Aita or not? I still haven't apologized... Though that'd probably be too awkward? Or not. I don't know.. I was just following my heart but that might've been a stupid thing to do.

(note: "L" is not gay, but pansexual. However, the character "writing" this doesn't know, as far as I'm aware, so she just kinda assumes.)

[animentality]

Gods I was kinda into DurgexGortash before but after following your blog for few days I just can't stop thinking abut them. I think my Druge is gonna have a really REALLY hard time resisting siding with Gortash, even though the entire party will probably think he finally went mad. He is gonna reject Bhaal and do his best to dismantle his own world-ending plan but killing Gortash? This horrible slaver whom he doesn't even remember? Who hurt his sweet tiefling friend? Who... somehow... makes him feel... happy? How am I even supposed to explain it to Wyll? To Karlach??? Arghhh

My poor paladin's confusion at his own feelings is delicious I tell you. For the first time I really don't know how am I going to end his campaign.

OK BUT I DID THE EXACT SAME THING????

I was playing the goody two shoes for my ENTIRE campaign, until I got to Gortash.

I skipped both of the quests that I thought he would hate, the Steel Foundry and the Iron Throne.

Even though I knew that his fate was sealed, I still wanted to be on his side, just for a little while. I wanted him to be there, at the very end, even though I knew it wouldn't last.

It's so fucking dumb.

He's pixels on a SCREEN.

But I wanted to keep him.

And I did like...every good thing before that.

So trust me, I get it.

I was playing a good guy...but because of my own headcanons and delululand durgetash infected brain, I skipped two whole quests and gave myself a different ending, JUST because I am attached to an Enver Gortash that barely exists in game.

I KNOW that I'm crazy!!!

I KNOW that Enver Gortash is not that deep!

But I am obsessed with him. I am obsessed with Dark Urge.

I hurt when I think about them, separately, and even worse when I think about them together.

And I know I'm certifiable. I'm going off like.

A note, and one scene.

But it was real enough to alter my goddamn gameplay.

not the second time around, because I do want this one achievement....but my first time, yes.

I altered my RP for that man.

I broke character for him.

[wellthebardsdead]

Astarion: Lucy, you’re, a devil, correct?

Lucy: yep, still, coming to terms with that. What’s up?

Astarion: you offered to help me understand what’s on my back so- what do you want in return? Devils always want something in return.

Lucy: just you being my friend is enough.

Astarion: I?… that’s all?

Lucy: yep. Right then. So, your scars are one of 7, the others are on the backs of your ‘siblings’, the other spawn cazador sired. It’s part of an infernal contract between him and the arch devil Mephistopheles. 7 spawn, 7000 souls. One, ascended vampire. He sacrifices you and the 7000 victims you and your siblings lured back for him and in return he gains power. The power to enjoy everything life has to offer, including walking in the sun. But, Mephistopheles doesn’t just set about making deals with mortals willy nilly. 7000 souls is no mere trifle even to the lord of the 8th, but he’d always want more, and he can get more himself if he had a vessel to possess out of the hells.

Astarion: he intends to possess cazador or- whomever completes this ritual?

Lucy: exactly.

Astarion: I see- wait- 7000 souls? The ones we lured ba- no, no they’re already dead though?

Lucy: undead. And underground. Caged in a dungeon only accessible through a lift in his private study.

Astarion: an underground dungeon? Look- I- Ugh I know I was a prisoner there for 200 years but I was still allowed to roam about most of the palace. I think I’d of heard about a hidden lift and a secret dungeon.

Lucy: Sebastian.

Astarion: what?…

Lucy: he’d never been kissed. You taught him how to.

Astarion: h-he was… one of my firsts… how do you know-

Lucy: a hundred and seventy years he’s been down there. Feral, hungry and afraid… the Gur children you kidnapped are down there too… they’re all down there… and I hope when the time comes you’ll make the right choice Astarion… as for how I know-… I still don’t know how to explain it… goodnight Astarion.

Astarion: I, g-goodnight. Thank you, for this.

*a few days later*

Lucy: *back at camp after killing Yurgir, poking the fire as Raphael approaches her from behind* hello dear.

Raphael: Alright. Who do you have spying on me?! Who sent you and how?! Are all these cambions so subservient to you?! Subservient to a point where they willingly guided an entire caravan of refugees to last light inn just to be certain none of them would get killed?! Who are you?!

Lucy: I told you, my names Lucy, and it’s not my fault your moves are predicable. Your spy Korrilla is ridiculously bad at hiding too.

Raphael: how do you know her name?!

Lucy: *smiles enjoying seeing the vein in his forehead pulse* I told you. I know things~ and I know now, you, owe us a favour for getting rid of the orthon. Just, like, you, promised~

Raphael: *clenches his jaw* I- Arghh, fine. I despise verbal contracts. What do you want?

Lucy: nothing, yet. Goodnight. *smiles walking back to her tent leaving the devil looking like his heads about to explode*

Raphael: You- ARGHHH! *turns to leave*

Astarion: Wait, you owe us a favour and I’d like to cash in on it.

Raphael: oh? And what is it you want?

Astarion: when the time comes for me to face down Cazador… I want the means cure myself, and all the other spawn he sired of vampirism.

Raphael: *brain just stopping as he tries to think of how he’ll explain this away to his father without being skinned alive* Surely you’d like something else-

Astarion: we had an arrangement did we not? I want a cure.

Raphael: oh gods, fine. Fine… I’ll see what I can do.