#Alyssa plays Tears of the Kingdom

[charmre]

Made it to the ice parts of the Great Sky Islands!!

I fought my way through a cave and through 2 Like Likes!! And made it to the ice part, where I'm trying to get to the last shrine

Fought everything, used up a bunch of resources and health items, went down? a couple of levels? And marked off all of the cooking areas and am now....stuck hahaha

I gotta figure out how to get up the ice to the last shrine but I'm a little stuck. So, I may look up a little bit on where to go from here, as I rest at my little cooking area

So until next time!

[murmel-malt]

Hedaera Targaryen - 93 AC

Viserys Targaryen x Hedaera Targaryen (OFC) prev / next wordcount: 1.4k summery: my answer to the question: what if Viserys and Daemon had a little sister? canon divergent dance of the dragons au featuring canon and original characters.

chapter summery: It is time for a wedding in Kingslanding and the kingdoms have gathered in celebration. The little bride however is far from happy and would rather be anywhere else.

A/N: note that english is not my first language so there will probably be some grammar mistakes.

93 AC - Kingslanding

Daera feels numb. 

Faintly, there’s music playing, muffled, like her ears are stuffed with cotton. Beyond her unfocused gaze she knows is the Red Keep’s great hall, decked out in the banners of House Targaryen, festive decorations and flower arrangements. It is a wedding after all and the King has spared no expense in making it an affair sufficiently grande for his grandson and son’s heir. Hedaera is sure she was but an afterthought in the planning. At least they had remembered to get some cushions for her or she might not have been able to properly sit at the table and eat. Not that she has much of an appetite. The mere thought of food had made her sick the last few days and whatever Alysanne had coaxed into her barely stayed down. Grandmother had worried that she was getting sick but the Maester had assured her that it was just nerves. Surely the little Princess was just excited about her wedding.

Her wedding that despite all her protests, screaming and yelling and tearing of dresses she hadn’t been able to avoid. Two wedding dresses had been destroyed by Daera before the King had interfered. The first she had taken scissors to and cut it to ribbons, the second she had torn with her bare hands. Jaehaerys had been furious with her and Daera had never been more afraid of her grandfather than that day when he yelled at her to cease her childish behavior and that none of her nonsense would change her fate, so it would serve her best to come to terms with it. Afterwards she had been confined to her chambers for three days with no visitors allowed to think of her actions.

She hadn’t wanted to give up but it was already a losing battle and she was all alone in it. Nobody was on her side; except Aemma and Gael of course but her cousin and aunt had no power either. Those that did, didn’t seem to care that she was miserable or chose to ignore it to ease their own conscience. Like grandmother and her father. They were still trying to convince themselves that Daera would eventually embrace her role as her brother’s wife. But there was no way their marriage would ever be remotely like their parents’ and both Alysanna and Baelon knew it, yet they didn’t lift a finger to help her. Not then and not now as she sits next to her brother-husband at the foot of the Iron Throne.

Viserys sits to her right. He is happily chatting away with someone; it is grating on her nerves. Of course he is happy. He gets exactly what he wanted: a sister-wife. Just like their father, and grandfather. Like a true Targaryen. That Daera is far less willing than either Alysanne and Alyssa had been is conveniently ignored or it would ruin the pretty picture he has undoubtedly painted in his head.

On her left sits Aemma, who looks about as gloomy as Daera. Daemon has yet to pay any attention to her despite them being betrothed. Usually Daera would go over and make her brother regret making their cousin miserable, but she is too caught up in imagining herself somewhere - literally anywhere - else. If only she had a dragon, anyone that would try to make her do things she didn’t want to do would be faced with a maw of dragonfire. Or she could just fly away; far, far away. Maybe to Lys to aunt Saera. But there is no dragon for her, not to claim and not to hatch. So she remains shackled to the ground, to a future as her brother’s wife and mother of his children.

She feels like crying again - and then feels angry for feeling like crying -  but apparently all her tears have already been used up. Her red and puffy eyes attest to the hours she spent crying before she was pried from her chambers for her wedding.

Her unfocused gaze falls from the blurry shapes moving beyond the table to her plate and she moves to take a small bite of the food there. It doesn’t taste of anything as she chews, swallows and returns the fork to its place next to the plate. Her hand falls back to join the other in her lap and her gaze returns to stare emptily ahead. Until a shape moves into her view and doesn’t leave. She makes the effort to look and the shape is revealed to be a bard or musician of some sort. He is speaking to her, asking about some song he wishes to play for ‘the little bride’. Daera only nods mutely and the man scurries away again, probably joining the other musicians.

She distantly hears a new tune begin to play. It is one of her favorites; one of those she used to beg for at every feast and dance to with her father. She will not be dancing with her father today, nor with Viserys. Her brother does not care for dancing and for once in her life she is glad that he is so incredibly boring, because she would rather throw herself from the highest tower of the Red Keep than take to the dancefloor today or with him in general. 

Eventually the song ends and Aemma returns to her seat next to her. Daera hadn’t even noticed that she had been gone. Hopefully Daemon had finally decided to act like her betrothed and asked her to Dance. At least one of them should have a good time.

Tentatively a hand brushes against hers and Hedaera nearly flinches at the sudden contact. Aemma waits for her to open hers before carefully weaving her fingers through Daera’s and gives her cousin a small, sad smile. It is a bit awkward the way they sit with her hands intertwined - both of them being a bit too small to properly fit into the chairs - but Hedaera welcomes the small comfort her cousin offers. She doesn’t dwell on wishing she could do more. Like Rhaenys might have done. 

Her other cousin’s attendance would have lightened Hedaera’s mood considerably. Ever since she had been passed over in favor of Baelon, neither she nor her husband were particularly keen on the King. To have someone there who understood and shared Daera’ feelings and was not afraid to show them would have made things a little bit less terrible. And Daera was sure that, had she asked, Rhaenys might have carried her off on Meleys too. But sadly her father’s death had not been the only tragedy to befall her cousin. The babe everybody had been so excited about last year had not survived, leaving Rhaenys bed bound and mourning. 

Daera cannot fault her for not wanting to face their grandfather or court after that.

She doesn’t know what hour it is when her eyelids become heavy. Her eyes still itch and feel swollen despite not having cried since the morning and she fights the urge to rub at them. She has been sitting in her chair the entire evening yet feels tired down to her bones. Hedaera just wants this day to finally end; to go to bed and hope to forget about her life and future for a little bit. 

Grandmother had told her that the wedding is nothing but a formality, that she is not expected to fulfill any wifely duties just yet. After all, she hasn’t even flowered. She can go about her life as she always had until then. Daera had only scoffed. Except that she was now shackled to that bore of an older brother of hers and eventually expected to lay with him and give him children. The thought made her shudder.

But eventually she cannot stop her eyes from drooping or hide the yawns any longer. Viserys doesn’t notice, but not everybody is as inattentive as her brother. Grandmother must have noticed because not long after her yawning has become more frequent, a maid appears by her side telling her that it is time to retire for the evening. Daera doesn’t argue; she is too eager to get away and forget about this terrible, terrible day.

Aemma rises with her, insisting to accompany and help her get ready for the night as a lady-in-waiting ought to. But Daera knows her cousin is as eager to get away as she is. The novelty of the evening has worn off and they are tired. All she wishes to do is curl up under her blanket and sleep; and forget.

a/n: just 1.4k words of Daera disassociateing. ur welcome.

[findingjoynweirdstuff]

Dream SMP Recap (July 7/2021) - Trip to Kinoko

Purpled begins to build a new UFO in Las Nevadas.

Tommy catches up with Sapnap and asks to visit Kinoko Kingdom, where he tries to make a new home.

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VOD LINKS:

Ponk

Purpled

Tommyinnit

Captain Puffy

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- Ponk, Purpled and Sam log on. Sam only has ten minutes to speak with Ponk

- Sam gives Ponk some advice and tells Ponk all about how people really like piston doors, like in the prison. Ponk asks Sam to tell him about the prison and Sam starts speedrunning explaining the story, talking incredibly quickly

Ponk: “What’s the prison? Tell me more about the prison.”

Sam: “Dreams in there. Dream’s there. He’s locked up, he’s in the prison. He’s in the prison. He’s in the jail. He’s in the jail, and I’m the Warden. And I watch the prison. I watch the prison. Yeah, yeah, and this one guy, he stole keycards in the prison because he wanted to be the Warden, and then I chopped his arm off and then I stole the keycards back and then I threatened his life after I’d already killed him once, but you see, he got to revive because everyone has three lives and that’s the rules, because if everyone dies, then the story ends, so we all have three lives, right? ‘Cause that’s the rules, and so he, I took one of them, so that guy only had -- then the story’s over, it’s a never-ending story until the last person dies for the third time, okay?”

Ponk: “Damn. So nothing lasts forever?”

Sam: “Nothing lasts forever, no -- nobody wan -- you know like, that kinda thing, so anyways, so this guy, so anyways, I had to take one of his full lives so now he only has two, and then he still had keycards and he still wouldn’t give them to me so then I had to take off his arm and then after I cut off his arm, bing badabing badaboom, it had the keycard in it, right? So I cut off his arm, now I had the keycard and then badabing badaboom, we’re all good now, everything’s good, and then -- I dunno, I dunno if he’s still upset about it, but that’s basically what went down with the prison. Dream--”

Ponk: “I’d be pretty upset if someone took my arm.”

Sam: “Yeah, yeah. I mean, he did steal those keycards though, and like, that’s on him that he stole those, so that’s not really--”

Ponk: “How if they didn’t even work! How if they didn’t even work, Sam!”

- Sam continues to talk at rapid speed explaining the prison keycard system mechanics. They still have several minutes left. Sam covered a lot of ground

- Next, Ponk asks Sam to tell him all about the start of the SMP, and Sam starts telling the story about how the first members joined and how they went fishing, and Alyssa caught the first nametag, how he took a break and came back after a long time

- After Sam’s meeting, Ponk is going to speak with Sam about lore. They have some cool ideas

- Ponk tells Sam about the failed TNT cannon

- Ponk starts running back to attempt Prison Break 2 before their time runs out. Sam waits at the prison to kill him again

- Sam comes to the summer home and Ponk starts stabbing him. Ponk chases Sam, then Sam chases Ponk, then their time runs out and Sam starts rushing back with Ponk chasing him again

- Sam logs off midair and Ponk returns to working on his project

- Later, Ponk starts taking down the casino

- On the one-year anniversary of Purpled joining the server (along with Tubbo, Fundy and Punz), Purpled gathers resources and begins to rebuild his old UFO at Las Nevadas

- Tommy sees the mini L’Targay Puffy made for him. Sapnap arrives and Tommy takes down the rainbow decorations

- Tommy tears down the dirt roof as well. Sapnap remembers when he, Tommy and Tubbo fought Dream there

- Sapnap hands Tommy some mushrooms from his kingdom

- As they search for Puffy’s house, Tommy asks Sapnap where they stand. Sapnap supposes they’re friends

- Tommy asks Sapnap to take him to Kinoko Kingdom. Sapnap tells him that’s where George lives

- Tommy finds Foolish’s letter to Eret and reads it. They walk to Kinoko while reminiscing on how they first spoke

- Sapnap steps on a landmine and they trade some wet

- They make it to Kinoko Kingdom and Sapnap teaches Tommy about shrooms

- Tommy sees “Dream” running around in the barn and is confused. He insists to Sapnap that he isn’t on shrooms. Sapnap tells him that Kinoko gives secondhand shroom effects. Sapnap thinks Karl’s memory issues are from the shrooms

- They keep walking around and Dream’s face appears and disappears out of nowhere

- Tommy has decided he could do with a retreat. They look over the ledge and Tommy sees Wilbur’s face staring back at him from the ground

- Tommy claims an area as his new home. Sapnap doesn’t want to allow it

- Tommy copyrights sunsets. Sapnap pays the diamonds to watch it

Tommy: “Sapnap? We may have had a bad history, but we can have a good future, alright?”

- He asks to stay here for as long as he wants since someone griefed his home

- Sapnap considers it. Then he robs Tommy and announces it while Tommy makes a new bench on the roof

- Foolish joins the call and asks if they’re looking to buy this place. Tommy says he is. Foolish says nobody has actually paid for the place yet, but Sapnap doesn’t want Tommy to live here

- Sapnap isn’t very experienced in mugging, but he took Tommy’s things. He aims a bow at Tommy and tells him to leave

Sapnap: “Tommy, I don’t wanna have to take away your -- how many canon lives do you have?”

Tommy: “Don’t make me think about my revival, man, don’t make me think about my death.”

Sapnap: “You’re gonna have one less, that’s all I know, if you don’t get out of here.”

- Sapnap says Tommy is friends with the guy who “blows up shit” (Wilbur) and he can’t have that here

Tommy: “There’s a difference between looking out for someone in a brotherly -- borderline paternal re -- that’s different, man. You can’t hold that against me, man, you gotta let me make -- fuck you!”

- Technoblade knocks on the fourth wall, impatient for Monopoly

Tommy: “In my time of need, you just kill me! In my time of need, you just shoot me up!”

Sapnap: “You’re a dick! You -- you know, you just act like you just fucking own the place!”

Tommy: “I didn’t act -- I act like you don’t own the place, which is true!”

Sapnap: “You haven’t changed.”

- Sapnap has the Nintendo Voucher. He shouts at Tommy to get out of here and never come back

- Tommy walks back to his house as Sapnap brags that he will spend the Nintendo Voucher 

- He leaves to go play a fun game of Monopoly!

- Puffy sees that Tommy took down the mini L’Targay and is disappointed

- She goes to Sam’s base to see Fran until she realizes Sam is watching the stream

- She comes back later with a cat and puts the cat where Fran was. She hides Fran offscreen

- Puffy also rebuilds Tommy’s house into red white and blue colors using diorite, Netherrack and blue wool. On the roof she puts a picture of the Queen

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Upcoming events remain the same.

[bbrandy2002]

Fool’s Rush In

Chapter 18

Pairing: Liam x Riley

Book: TRR AU

Warnings: Language, crude talk, and the usual bad writing.

I had planned from the beginning to end this series after the next chapter and an epilogue, but call me crazy, I love it too much. So while this part of the story will end, I still plan to update with one-shots or stories from time to time. If you’re just done with it, let me know.

Also, this chapter felt a little off to me, so I apologize if it's terrible, but I think I ended on a good note.

Thanks @burnsoslow for prereading.and usage of your girl, who finally got to make her debut.

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"Damn it, Riley! Pick up!" Liam grumbled as he lowered the cell phone from his ear and tossed it in the seat beside him. The royal jet had been in the air for a little over four hours already, and he'd grown frustrated at getting her voice mail each time. Surely, she was home by now. 

Even though it was the middle of the night in Las Vegas, it was worth interrupting her. He had tried unsuccessfully to contact Riley since he packed his bags earlier and hastily headed for the airstrip. By this point, there must have been a dozen or so messages left on her phone without so much as a hint she'd gotten them. 

While time wasn't an issue -- he'd get to Las Vegas one way or the other -- it was the desperation to hear from his new wife and tell her he knew precisely why she left. 

And that he loved her.

Tilting his head back against the headrest, he swiveled side-to-side in his luxury chair while tightly clutching his freshly poured scotch. The security footage he watched earlier that morning replayed in his mind again. There were no doubts about what it showed: Madeleine confronted Riley outside their quarters just minutes after leaving the ball. Without sound, however, no one could ascertain specifically what was said among the two women. It was clear though,  Riley was not a willing participant in that conversation. When they saw the disk held up in the Countess' hands, and the look of sheer horror on his pussycat's face, that told Liam all he needed to know. This was a blackmail situation, plain and simple, that included assault; those flowers he found scattered on the ground when he returned to his quarters last night all made sense now. This act was deliberate and treasonous, and Liam would ensure his ex-fiancee paid handsomely for it. 

After they viewed the footage several more times, the Royal Guard was immediately summoned to Krona to find Madeleine and take her into custody. Liam knew it was a long shot whether his guards could pull that sting off, but he was working with what he had at the moment.

Despite whatever happened next, there was one thing the King was confident of: He was prepared to give up his entire Kingdom to get his girl back. Returning to Cordonia without her was not an option.

Shaking his tumbler of partially melted ice cubes, Liam leaned forward and steadily poured another bottle of scotch into his glass. As soon as he sat back and raised the fresh beverage to his lips, he was startled by the ringing of his cell phone. In a rush to answer, he hastily set the drink aside and snatched his phone up from where he tossed it earlier. 

"Hello! Love?" He answered, hopeful it was her.

"Hey, little brother. Love you too ... Say, do you know if the palace has a Spanish tickler or a breast ripper? Asking for a friend."

Liam furrowed his brows in confusion before rising from his seat, plopping a knee down on its cushioned bottom, and glancing to the back of the plane. "Leo? Why are you calling me? We're on the same damn plane. I'm looking right at you."

"Nevermind that. Listen, I figured out a way to take care of Madeleine once and for all. Behold ..." Leo held up a leather-bound book and waved it over his head while Liam squinted from the front of the plane to get a better look. "... The King Constantine Guide To Fucking Torture In The 21st Century; Father gave it to me after my investiture ceremony. The way I see it, there really is no other option here than to tie her to a tree in front of the palace, invite the public to watch for a modest fee, and do some cool shit with iron rods and spikes. I got dibs on the knee-splitter, though."

"Leo ..." Liam began to warn his brother how ridiculous that plan was before stopping himself and staring off into the distance for a moment in thought. "Wait ... is there anything about flaying in that book?"

"Hell yeah there is! And if you're interested in thumbscrews, my buddy, Pete, has a trunk full of them. He uses them for ass play, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind letting us borrow them to split Maddie's thumbs in half." Leo let out a maniacal laugh.

Liam chuckled, despite the peculiarity of the conversation. "I'm not going to lie and tell you I'm not interested -- to the contrary, actually. And while I appreciate your help in seeing that Madeleine is brought to justice, I think we better stick to more lawful means."

"Boo, you whore!" The line went dead with a click. 

Liam held the phone away from his ear, watching Leo sink down into his chair in a huff. "Really?" He called back in agitation. Met with the silent treatment and a middle finger from his disgruntled brother, Liam rolled his eyes, then slumped back down into his seat. Maybe he'd try to call Riley again.

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The phone on Riley's nightstand buzzed again. She knew it was another call from Liam, and while she felt remorseful for ignoring all of his calls and texts, she couldn't bring herself to look at or answer them quite yet. The sooner all ties between them were broken, she believed, the quicker he could forget all about her and the mess she made of everything. 

But even her willpower was slipping. Riley slid her hand out from under the pillow and reached over to pick up her phone. Holding it to her chest, she contemplated for a second just reading his texts and returning his calls, but Madeleine had warned to end all contact with him. Obviously, she was curious about what he had to say, but it was too risky. I'm so sorry, Liam. 

Hitting the power button on her cell, the light on the device faded to black before she tossed it in the nightstand drawer.

Early the next morning, Riley's eyes flickered open to the sound of a banging on her front door, followed by the incessant ringing of her doorbell. Feeling exhausted from a lack of sleep, mainly because of crying and unable to think about anything other than how she hurt Liam, Riley decided to ignore it. She just wanted to be left alone, and eventually, they'd give up and leave, right?

Except they didn't.

Annoyed, she let out a sigh and then eased herself up out of bed; the pain in her back was still a problem. Tossing a robe over her body, she slowly made her way down the stairs of her townhome -- each step excruciating -- until she finally made it to the door.

Twisting the lock, she opened the entry door, before letting out a sudden gasp at the tearful person standing on the other side. 

"Oh my God, Riley! Y-You're alive! You're really alive!"

"Alyssa?" Riley's best friend from New York pulled her into a relieved hug, nearly sobbing at that point. "What're you doing here?"

"I thought something terrible happened to you, but now that I can see you're still among the living ..." she sniffled before pulling back and narrowing her blazing blue eyes at her friend. "Where have you been? I've been trying to get ahold of you ever since you texted me that you were boarding a plane in Cordonia, and that something serious happened involving Tyler. You promised me you'd call as soon as you landed--"

"I know. I'm so sorry. It was late ..."

 " -- and you didn't. Then I worried, even more, when you didn't answer any of my calls back. I had to book the first red-eye flight here to make sure you were all right." Finished with her rant, a huffing Alyssa's jaw immediately clenched. "Now, what did that shithead ex of yours do? I'll kill him if he hurt you, Ri. I might be small, but I'm scrappy like an alleycat. You know I'll claw his eyes out."

Riley let out a light chuckle; Alyssa was always overprotective of her and had a clever way with words, but quickly, that chuckle faded into a teary frown. "Oh, Lyss," she whimpered as her face fell into her hands.

Alyssa quickly wrapped her arms around Riley and pulled her into a warm embrace. "Aww, Riley. Sweetie, it's going to be okay," she soothed. 

Stepping inside, Alyssa kicked the door shut and led them both over to the sofa. Sensing Riley was in pain -- and not just emotional -- she helped lower her troubled best friend onto the couch. "I want you to start from the beginning and tell me everything that happened."

The best friends had remained in contact over the last several weeks. It was Alyssa's frantic morning phone call over a month ago that alerted Riley to the news coverage of her impromptu marriage to Liam, having saw it on the news. 

And while Alyssa was aware of everything about Cordonia and Liam, and how Riley fit into all that from their prior conversations, she listened intently while it was revealed to her the details of the incident with Madeleine and the video her ex-husband gave to the Countess.  

Grabbing a tissue from the end table, Alyssa handed it to Riley. "So this cow confronted you with that disgusting video and basically blackmailed you into leaving, or she would release it to the press?" Riley nodded somberly.."Ugh, I want this treasonous bitch thrown in the dungeon, subjected to live-streamed daily anal fistings with giant Hulk gloves ... And Tyler, I want to break every bone in his rotten body, one at a time. And I want to leave him there afterwards, dripping just enough water on his lips, so he doesn't die of dehydration, screaming in agony for the weeks it will take to die of starvation."

 Riley's face scrunched up. "God, Alyssa."

Alyssa shrugged. "What? I don't care; it's what they deserve for hurting you. Did you at least tell Liam what happened?"

This time, Riley shook her head. "No. Madeleine warned me if I told him, she would release the video, and then the council would likely force him to step down. I won't allow him to lose everything for someone like me." 

Irritated, Alyssa pressed a palm to her forehead. "Why are you like this?"

"Like, what?" Riley asked in exasperation.

"That whole, 'someone like me,' part. He wanted to stay married to you. He made you the queen of his country. You've said he couldn't keep his goddamn hands off you for two seconds. And more importantly, you told me you have never felt more loved in your life, than you do when you're with him. The fact that you still question your worthiness to him blows my mind." 

Alyssa reached for Riley's shaky hand, able to tell by the tears sliding down her cheeks and the soft whimpers that she'd touched on something. "You're his pussycat, Riley. Liam already lost everything when you left him. Tell me you know that."

Riley wiped at her face., her voice stifled, "I just wanted to protect him."

"I know." Alyssa smiled softly. "But you needed to give him the chance to decide what he wanted. You made it for him because you know he'd choose you, regardless if he lost everything else; that's how much he loves you, Ri. You can't protect someone who loves you by hurting them. Besides, he's the King; he can simply execute the council if he wants to -- Liam’s not going anywhere."

"You just HAD to add that last part in, didn't you?" Riley laughed, feeling a sense of ease as her mood lightened. It felt good to talk to someone who could help her make sense of everything and realize she hadn’t exactly made the best call by leaving and not telling Liam what happened. "But what do I do about this video? What if Madeleine releases it to the public?"

"Yeah, a video of a married woman having sex with her husband -- Oh, the shame!" she retorted. "Look, you'll be famous on Pornhub for a few weeks, and it'll fizzle out. I know that doesn't make it all better, but you have a lot of people who love you ... we'll be there for you if that happens. Besides, it's Gonzo Dick; I doubt anyone will wanna watch anyway."

Riley snorted out at the nickname she gave her ex-husband. "Stop making me laugh." 

Alyssa cracked a grin. "Nah. If I can make you laugh at that asshole's expense and his crooked dick, then it's worth it."

"Well,” she breathed, “ I suppose I should get dressed and call Liam. Tell him what happened, and hopefully, he'll … forgive .." her voice trailed off at tasting an increasing collection of bile in her throat and a familiar rumble in her stomach. 

“What’s wrong?”

Riley frowned. "Damn it, why do I keep getting sick?"  

After rushing to the bathroom with Alyssa's help, Riley came out moments later, flushed and perspiring. Alyssa, who waited outside the door to make sure she was all right, eyed her friend with grave concern. "Ri, are you sure you don't have a concussion? You said that Madeleine caused you to fall, and you complained you’ve been getting sick a lot. Is there any chance you hit your head too?"

Riley considered for a moment before shaking her head. "I don't think so. I mean, it all happened so fast I don't really remember, but my head doesn't hurt."

"OH NO! You have memory loss too, on top of the vomiting and a hurt back? Riley, you need to go to the hospital now. This is serious."

"Alyssa, I'm fine. I don't need to go to the hospital," Riley dismissed and hobbled past her friend toward the kitchen. "You always worry too much."

Alyssa followed behind her, brows bumped together in a scowl. "Because you're a stubborn ass who never listens, that's why. You need to get checked out," she insisted. Riley paid no attention as made her way to the fridge; that reaction only served to piss Alyssa off. "You can ignore me all you want, but you know as well as I do, I'll just keep annoying the hell out of you until you do it … I'll sing every Dave Matthews song ever written -- On repeat." 

Riley shut the fridge door and turned at the threat, giving her a dismayed glare. "You wouldn't." 

Alyssa tilted her chin. "You know damn well I would. I have... so much to say, so much to say, so much --"

"Please stop! I'm going."

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At Valley Hospital and Medical Center, Drake sat slumped down in the waiting room of the E.R;  a thawed ice pack covered his crotch. His increasingly irritated self caught sight of a nurse escorting yet another patient back for examination. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

Tired of waiting, he cast the ice pack aside and marched straddle-legged to the triage desk where a beefy nurse with a scowl sat filing her nails. "How much longer is this gonna take?" He demanded bitterly.

The nurse remained focused on her nails and answered in a careless fashion. "You'll get called back when it's your turn, Mr. Walker."

"My turn? MY TURN? I've been here for 15 fucking hours waiting for my turn. I've watched one person after the next walk right in, get treated, and leave. Whose ass do I actually have to lick to get treatment around here?"

Unimpressed with his theatrics, she folded her arms on the desk and looked up at Drake with a glower. "Look. You got kicked in the wang by a hooker. Shit happens. It's not the end of the world. Go home, have a beer, and a good laugh. You'll live." She resumed her filing.

Drake ran both hands through his rumpled hair, letting out a sardonic laugh. "I cannot fucking believe you just said that to me. I suffer trauma on my transplanted dick, and the greatest healthcare minds in the world tell me to have a beer and laugh about it?" his voice shrieked.

The nurse blew on her nails. "That's what I said."

That snarky remark sent him even further over the edge. A red-faced Drake pounded two white-knuckled fists on the desk and leaned down into her space. "Now you listen here, lady. I demand to be seen right now, or so help me, I'll tear this whole goddamn place apart brick-by-fucking-brick! Do you understand me?"

Having none of that, the nurse, who was several inches taller than a startled Drake expected, sprung for her chair and loomed over him menacingly. Drake flinched when she rammed the nail file at him and threatened, "Now, you listen.You can either sit your ass down, or I will sit you down. Do you understand me?"

He didn't understand. He would never understand.

A security guard who heard the commotion casually approached the agitated pair and placed a firm hold on Drake's elbow. "Do we have a problem here, Betty Lou?"

She shook her head, sizing Drake up. "No, just some whiny-ass Karen griping about his dick."

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Several moments later, Alyssa and Riley exited an Uber and wandered into the waiting area, making their way up to the triage line -- or what they thought was a line. It was actually Drake still standing there, continuing to protest his case to anyone who would listen and demanding to speak to someone in charge.

While Riley dug through her purse to retrieve her health insurance card, Alyssa couldn't help but be taken in by the fiery debacle taking place in front of them. She inched a little closer, unable to help herself; it was good drama and sucked her right in. 

Catching a glimpse of Drake’s sour face, she cocked her head introspectively; there was something oddly familiar about the man in the denim shirt going off. Alyssa tapped her chin. Where have I seen him before?  

Before long, the realization set in, and her eyes snapped wide open. She nudged Riley with an elbow and leaned over, whispering, "Hey, isn't that the guy from the news who had the penis transplant? It looks just like him."

Knowing precisely who that was by the description, Riley popped her head up to look. She hadn't known Drake well, only that he was Liam's best friend, and after having spent time together on the plane ride to Cordonia with him, that her maid-of-honor had given him several venereal diseases. "Drake?" she called out.

While Alyssa zoned in on his groin, curious as to what was in there, Drake broke away from the dispute and turned his focus toward the familiar-sounding voice. She was a connection to home and a long-sought-after friendly face. "Riley? Liam's insta-bride, Riley?" 

She let out a light chuckle and nodded. "Yeah, I suppose that's how you would know me ... What are you doing at the hospital? Is your body rejecting the ..." Her embarrassed gaze dropped lower with a gulp. " ... thing?"

"No!" he barked. "I just got attacked by that ... uh, someone."

"You got attacked?" Shocked, Riley placed a hand over her chest. "Why would someone attack you? Are you okay?"

Feeling incensed by the memory, Drake shook his head and muttered. "It's a long story ... What about you? What are you doing here? Thought you were in Cordonia with Liam?"

She inhaled a deep breath through her nostrils and forced a smile. "It's a long story too."

Drake peeked over his shoulder at Nurse Ratchet, giving him a gimlet-eyed stare from behind her computer screen. He groused and turned to face Riley again. "I've got time."

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Nearly 12 hours after takeoff, the royal jet touched down in sunny Las Vegas, an hour ahead of schedule. Liam and Leo stepped off the plane and strolled across the tarmac to the awaiting vehicle, where a smiling man held the rear passenger door open.

"Bastien," Liam greeted as he approached. "Good to see you again."

"Your Majesty." He bowed. "Likewise ... I have the rental car you requested, and the Queen's address is already programmed into the GPS. Should take no more than 30 minutes to get there."

"Perfect,” he replied, clapping Bastien’s shoulder.“Thanks for having everything ready to go."

Liam had contacted the head guard -- who was still jailed for non-support -- and gained him a day-long pass to provide security detail. Bastien was also to stay in contact with his guards to oversee the capture and detainment of Madeleine.

Bastien took their bags, and the brothers hopped into the back of the Escalade. Once they pulled away from the airport, the directions led the group west. The head guard glanced briefly in the rearview mirror as he drove on. “I want to thank you for giving me a second chance. It’s nice to be out of that place, even if just for the day.”

Liam smiled back. “Not a problem, good man. I can’t think of anyone else I trust more for the job than you … though I’m not sure why. Anyway, do you have any updates on the Madeleine situation?”

“Yes, sir. I contacted my colleagues again just before you arrived. Countess Madeleine was taken by surprise when our guards arrived at her family estate in Krona. Once in custody, she was immediately transported to Valtoria for detention, exactly as you requested.”

"That's terrific news ... Wait ...Did you say, Valtoria?" Liam asked with puzzlement in his tone. 

"Yes, sir. As you requested." 

"Man, please tell me Mads tried to fight them off, and they had to use the taser on her," Leo insisted as he held his crossed fingers in the air. "A billy club ... a rubber hose ... something."

"There may have been a brief verbal exchange and some threats, but the Countess promised if they permitted access to her computer to send a quick email, she would go with them peacefully and without further protest. There didn't seem to be any harm in doing so, and she followed through with her word. Sorry to break it to you, Prince Leo, but no tasers were harmed in her capture."

"Well, fiddle shit." Leo glanced over at his brother --who was still scratching his head -- in disappointment. "If only I'd been able to get that shock collar on her while I was engaged to her, you wouldn't be in this mess right now. She just squirmed too much. I’m sorry I let you down, little brother."

"It's fine, Leo; it's not the first time,”  Liam said dryly before turning his head away from Leo to face the front again. "Can we get back to Madeleine being taken to Valtoria? I never requested that. An accused of the Crown is always placed in the palace dungeon. There aren't even cells in Valtoria to hold her in. What am I missing here?"

Approaching a stoplight, Bastien lightly pressed the brakes, then met Liam’s gaze in the mirror. “The orders I was given to pass along to the guards from you earlier were clear in your text: Once she’s taken into custody, she is to be sent to Valtoria and placed in the cage with the monkey until further notice. That’s what they --”

“Mongo! They put her in the cage with Mongo?” Liam exploded before pinching the bridge of his nose, knowing there was no point in asking how that message got mixed up. “Goddamn it, Leo! Why are you, you, sometimes?” He ran a swift hand down his face and turned to glare at his brother. “Do you realize they consider that cruel and unusual punishment? Did you ever stop to consider how much shit I'm going to hear over this if this gets out?" He let out a sharp breath and threw his hands in the air."How? How did you do it?"

"It's simple pimple, Liam. When you went to the bathroom, I grabbed your phone," he replied bluntly with a shrug. "And according to page 24 of Father's torture book: It's not considered cruel and unusual punishment, as long as she has food, water, and clean shelter -- which she does. Or ... if she's housed with a member of the royal family -- which she is. Mongo is the heir to the throne, so we've got that covered too. So just relax, little bro; Leo’s got it all taken care of for you."

Liam dropped his chin to his chest, then let out a weary breath. “Bastien, call the guards and have them move her to the palace at once.” 

As Bastien placed the call, Liam shifted in his seat so that he was staring out the window. He put a palm over his mouth to conceal the curved lips that formed a devilish grin, trying to contain the unbearable urge to bust out laughing. Oh, Maddie ... I hope you and Mongo had one hell of a time together.

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Back at the hospital, Riley situated herself on the gurney while a nurse prepared to check her vitals and ask general health questions. 

In the next bay over, separated by a thin sliding curtain, Drake was finally attended to after Riley reluctantly, but willfully, played up her celebrity status. Once she threatened to have the hospital shut down -- which she doubted was even possible on her end -- the proverbial red carpet was rolled out for both of them; she was still a queen, afterall. 

Steps were then taken to ensure they both received the royal treatment, so to speak. That wasn’t typically how Riley preferred to handle situations; she hated big fusses over her. But in the end, she did help one of Liam’s oldest friends finally get the medical attention he needed, so it was worth trying. 

The blood pressure cuff on Riley’s arm squeezed tighter just as one of the doctors stepped inside and slid the curtain all the way closed. His cheerful greeting drew Riley's fixed gaze away from the changing numbers on the monitor beside her bed, and she smiled up at him.

The doctor was tall and thin, with thick spectacles perched near the tip of his nose. He gave a brief nod to Alyssa, who was sitting in a chair at Riley’s bedside, rubbing her shoulder. Scanning the patient chart, he spoke without looking up, "Queen Riley, it says here you suffered a fall?"

"I'm just Riley,  please," she requested.

The doctor looked up from the paperwork and nodded with an understanding smile. "Of course." 

After the initial exam concluded, Alyssa remained behind after the doctor ordered x-rays and transport had wheeled Riley down to radiology. 

Bouncing her crossed leg as she scrolled through her phone, Alyssa tried to bide her time until Riley returned. An air conditioning vent overhead that she didn’t realize drowned out so much noise around her, suddenly flipped off. Able to catch the conversation on the other side of the curtain better, she listened with a broken heart as Drake reluctantly described to an attending, the worst days of his life. Alyssa shuddered as he recalled the moment his penis fell off, rolled across the bed, and dropped onto Ethan Ramsey’s leather shoe during an exam. “That poor man. I just want to hug him,” she muttered.

Her little ears perked when the doctor mentioned he was “going to have a look at it.” In her curious mind, there were no doubts that she was too. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to take a peek at the first transplant of its kind; no way was she going to miss out on that. 

Alyssa slid to the edge of her seat and raised her hand to up to the curtain, easing a tiny portion of it aside. Her blue eyes crinkled with frustration at a nurse who was blocking her view. “Move your ass,” she whispered to herself.

Unable to get a good view, she gave up that spot and eyed the other opening in the curtain at the far end of the room. Sliding off her chair to a crouching position on the floor, Alyssa crab-walked as fast as she could without falling off balance until she made it to the other side. Crooking a stealthy finger along the seam of the curtain, she hoped and prayed Drake’s genital exam wasn’t through yet. What her eyes saw on that gurney when she pulled the fabric aside caused her heart to jolt out of her chest. 

Alyssa cupped a hand over her gaping mouth before stepping back and letting the curtain fall loosely shut again.  Dropping her hand limply at her side, staring blankly at nothing, she mouthed, “Oh. My. God.”

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Down in the radiology department, Riley sat patiently in her wheelchair, waiting for the tech to return to take the x-rays. Enjoying the lighter feeling of having an empty bladder again, she let out a contented sigh; she was about to bust earlier. That mandatory urine sample couldn’t have come at a more opportune time. 

Left alone to ruminate in her thoughts, Riley wondered about those phone calls she ignored last night from Liam. The regret she felt over her actions the last 26 hours continued to mount up. And it took a heart-to-heart with her best friend to really put things into perspective. Her decisions weren’t the best course to take, even if they were done with the most loving of intentions. 

There was a lot to make up to Liam, and she only hoped that it wasn’t too late. Could he even forgive her for all of it?

She wished he was there with her right now. If she knew him the way she thought she did, he’d be standing around telling inappropriate jokes to make her laugh or embarrass her with his silly antics. It was like Liam could be two different people sometimes: Kingly and stoic around everyone else, but the second it was just him alone with her, he was such a big kid. Somehow, she could bring out his true self; the one where he felt comfortable enough to be silly and playful. And as much as she tried to play them off, those little pet names he gave her -- she chuckled to herself as they popped into her head -- were funny. What the hell even was a knucklehead mcspazzatron? 

“Miss Brooks” Riley shook herself of her thoughts as the x-ray tech returned and made her way over. “I apologize that took so long.”

Riley smiled up at her. “No need to apologize… Are you ready for me now?”

“Not exactly,” she teased in such a cheery tone, Riley slightly lowered her eyelids, holding her gaze. “You most likely won’t be getting x-rays today, sweetie.” She held a fisted hand out to Riley and opened her palm to reveal the small object inside. “You’re pregnant.”

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Yoshi/Yushi Osenvald (ヨシ • オセンバルド)

“I’ve got a lucky habit. Would you like to know what it is~?”

Hey everyone! It’s time to meet my MC! Obviously she’s a self insert and I’m not sorry that I made one. There’s more info under the cut! (Quick CW for themes/mentions of m/arijuana)

Gender: Female at birth, Bigender (switches between the effeminate male student [demiboy] and female self [afab])

Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them (mainly for male self)(both can be used simultaneously if you prefer that)

Age: 17

Birthday: June 6

Star Sign: Gemini

Height: 162 cm (5’4 in)

Eye Color: Russian Purple

Hair Color: Black

Homeland: Kountze, Texas (Earth)

Twisted From: ??? (Presumably fused with a doll of Oswald the Lucky Rabbit)

Voice Actress: Chiwa Saito

Family: Mother (Lina Osenvald [née Liddelle]), father (Eli Arthur Osenvald), older brother (Mikhail Osenvald), grandmother, grandfather, aunt (Alyssa Liddelle), sister-in-law (Moxy), uncles

Nicknames: Yo-chan (in promos and written materials), Herbivore, Mouse (by Leona), Shrimp/Shrimpy (by Floyd and Azul occasionally), Child of Man, Treasure (both by Malleus), Minion (by Grim), Bunny (by Che’nya), Glass Potato (by Vil), Blossom (by Epel), Sweet Desert Rose (by Jamil privately)

Dorm: Ramshackle

School Year: First

Class: 1-A

Occupation: Student, Maid Cafe Waitress (on weekends)

Club: Karaoke Club (unofficial)

Best Subject: Astrology

Dominant Hand: Right

Favorite Food: Cheese Quesadillas

Least Favorite Food: Onions

Likes: Cute things, writing love letters

Dislikes: Nightmares

Hobby: Playing with makeup, karaoke

Talents: Metal vocals

Personality:

Yoshi is quite flirtatious, using her looks to get what she wants. However, behind that mask, she is mostly very shy and sweet unless you make her mad and then she’ll go wild. Her flirting is mostly done to mess with the boys. (Very flirty women are seen as an evil thing in Earth, but Yoshi doesn’t care.)

She has a huge inferiority complex due to being discriminated for not having magic, never finding her definitive lover or being overshadowed by her older brother despite caring for him. This is also hidden under her flirty mask (and her lunacy). Yoshi would relieve anger by hitting the furniture until she got hired at the Meido Beats maid cafe and earned a karaoke machine, where she would sing brutal metal songs and scream her anger away. Do not underestimate her sweet feelings, Yoshi can brutally tear anyone up when she gets mad and the results can be shocking. (Of course, she can be quite bitter)

Over time, it seems she has taken a liking to fighting. As the seasons go by, she becomes more cruel and powerful. Her sanity chips away slowly after all she has seen and done. (Remember, this version of Twst is a psychological horror and the main character will always endure this instead)

Cool Facts

Her father is a fencer and her mother is a criminal profiler. Her brother is a guitarist and he also does weed (in a world where weed in Texas is now legal)

By pure coincidence, she is like Oswald, her brother Mickey, and her parents Arthur and Alice respectively

After a concert by her brother, she and her mom tried to find a restaurant and ended up at a taco bar, where she tried the cheese quesadillas and has loved them ever since

While eating cheeseburger sliders with small pieces of onion, her allergies (she was sick at the time) somehow got worse and blamed the onions for flaring up her throat

Her father is from the United Kingdom while her mother is a Texas native (more about her family coming soon!)

Yoshi is a great writer and has written essays that exceed the preferred word count

She looks graceful, but she loves rock and metal music. Her parents always played this kind of music when she was little

Yoshi likes to experiment with her fashion, one day they’ll have a suit and the other a dress. It really depends on which one wants the spotlight!

Grim is their prized fur baby (hey it’s better than calling him a cat)

Influences: Bayonetta (Bayonetta), Oscar François de Jarjayes (Rose of Versailles), Haruhi Fujioka (OHSHC), Ran Mao (Black Butler)

💕 REBLOGS ALLOWED 💕

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Sansa - Alayne - Alysanne - Sara - Sansara

A great deal has already been said about how similar Sansa Stark and Good Queen Alysanne Targaryen are. Here some sources:

Sansa Stark and "Good Queen" Alysanne Targaryen parallels

open thread #1: alysansa

Good Queen Alysanne translates to Good Queen D@ny??

Don't you think that Alysanne has more similarities with Arya than Sansa?

Tidbits from Fire and Blood

More tidbits from Fire and Blood

An Idyll where love conquers all

Jaehaerys and Alysanne was a romance unequaled since the days of Florian the Fool and his Jonquil

Doug Wheatley, we need an explanation!

can I copy your homework?

Lord Commander Burley also renamed Snowgate castle in her honor, as Queensgate

is nourishing

What are you doing George?

Jonquil Darke “the Scarlet Shadow” & Joffrey Dogget “the Red Dog of the Hills”

There is a certain irony in people rejecting any Sansa/Alysanne connection

There’s plenty Sansa and Alysanne parallels and some situations may actually repeat themselves

so sansa and good queen alysanne am i the only that sees it?

What are some parallels/similarities between Sansa and Good Queen Alysanne? Are there any?

More Sansa = Alysanne

Queen Alysanne has a knight named Jonquil and meets Lord Commander Lothor at the wall

Sansa & Alysanne portraits 

Queen Alysanne and her cousin King Jaehaerys

Queen Alysanne/Sansa Stark parallel

Why is it so significant the parallel between Queen Alysanne and Sansa?

Queens

Now I will give you my contribution on the matter, mostly based on what I found in my recent first re-reading of Fire & Blood.  

MERCY

Five of Maegor’s Seven yet survived. Two of those, Ser Olyver Bracken and Ser Raymund Mallery, had played a part in the late king’s fall by turning their cloaks and going over to Jaehaerys, but the boy king observed rightly that in doing so they had broken their vows to defend the king’s life with their own. “I will have no oathbreakers at my court,” he proclaimed. All five Kingsguard were therefore sentenced to death…but at the urging of Princess Alysanne, it was agreed that they might be spared if they would exchange their white cloaks for black by joining the Night’s Watch. Four of the five accepted this clemency and departed for the Wall; along with Ser Olyver and Ser Raymund, the turncloaks, went Ser Jon Tollett and Ser Symond Crayne.

—Fire & Blood

This passage reminds me of Sansa asking mercy for her father Ned and saving Dontos’ life by denying him the mercy of a quick death: 

The king! Sansa blinked back her tears. Joffrey was the king now, she thought. Her gallant prince would never hurt her father, no matter what he might have done. If she went to him and pleaded for mercy, she was certain he'd listen. He had to listen, he loved her, even the queen said so. Joff would need to punish Father, the lords would expect it, but perhaps he could send him back to Winterfell, or exile him to one of the Free Cities across the narrow sea. It would only have to be for a few years. By then she and Joffrey would be married. Once she was queen, she could persuade Joff to bring Father back and grant him a pardon.

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa IV

"Do you deny your father's crime?" Lord Baelish asked.

"No, my lords." Sansa knew better than that. "I know he must be punished. All I ask is mercy. I know my lord father must regret what he did. He was King Robert's friend and he loved him, you all know he loved him. He never wanted to be Hand until the king asked him. They must have lied to him. Lord Renly or Lord Stannis or … or somebody, they must have lied, otherwise …"

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa V

Unhappy, Joffrey shifted in his seat and flicked his fingers at Ser Dontos. "Take him away. I'll have him killed on the morrow, the fool."

"He is," Sansa said. "A fool. You're so clever, to see it. He's better fitted to be a fool than a knight, isn't he? You ought to dress him in motley and make him clown for you. He doesn't deserve the mercy of a quick death."

—A Clash of Kings - Sansa I

JOFFREY & THE HOUND

In Fire & Blood we meet a character named Ser Joffrey Doggett, also known as the Red Dog of the Hills. He was a knight from House Doggett, a noble house from the westerlands, vassals of House Lannister. 

During the reign of Maegor I Targaryen, Ser Joffrey Doggett was a member of the Lannisport chapter of the Warrior's Sons, an order of Westerosi knights sworn to the Faith of the Seven.

Ser Joffrey Doggett’s family was burned by the fires of Balerion: 

Then Maegor himself took wing, flying Balerion to the westerlands, where he burned the castles of the Broomes, the Falwells, the Lorches, and the other “pious lords” who had defied his summons. Lastly he descended upon the seat of House Doggett, reducing it to ash. The fires claimed the lives of Ser Joffrey’s father, mother, and young sister, along with their sworn swords, serving men, and chattel. 

—Fire & Blood

The day of his coronation, Jaehaerys I Targaryen appointed Ser Joffrey Doggett a member of the Kingsguard: 

“I rose against your uncle just as you did,” replied the Red Dog of the Hills, defiant.

“You did,” Jaehaerys allowed, “and you fought bravely, no man can deny. The Warrior’s Sons are no more and your vows to them are at an end, but your service need not be. I have a place for you.” And with these words, the young king shocked the court by offering Ser Joffrey a place by his side as a knight of the Kingsguard. A hush fell then, Grand Maester Benifer tells us, and when the Red Dog drew his longsword there were some who feared he might be about to attack the king with it…but instead the knight went to one knee, bowed his head, and laid his blade at Jaehaerys’s feet. It is said that there were tears upon his cheeks.

—Fire & Blood

Much later, Ser Joffrey Doggett flew with Queen Alysanne on her dragon Silverwing:

Even for a dragon, the flight from King’s Landing to Oldtown is a long one. The king and queen stopped twice along the way, once at Bitterbridge and once at Highgarden, resting overnight and taking counsel with their lords. The lords of the council had insisted that they take some protection at the very least. Ser Joffrey Doggett flew with Alysanne, and the Scarlet Shadow, Jonquil Darke, with Jaehaerys, so as to balance the weight each dragon carried.

—Fire & Blood

So here we have a character from the westernlands, vassal of the Lannisters, named Joffrey but also known as a red dog, whose family was burned by dragonfire and later became a member of the Kingsguard of Jaehaerys and also protected Queen Alysanne.  Ser Joffrey Doggett sounds like a combination of Joffrey Lannister and his sworn sword and later Kingsguard Sandor Clegane, the Hound. Both characters closely connected with Sansa Stark.

This is not the first time that GRRM did something like this. In the tale “The Hedge Knight”, part of his book “A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms”, GRRM has surrounded the fair maid of the Ashford Tourney, a girl of 13 years old, with a lot of characters that remind us of Sansa’s suitors and other men somehow interested in her.  

And this is not the only time that GRRM did it in Fire & Blood either. Queen Alysanne is surrounded by a lot of characters that remind us of ASOIAF characters that surround Sansa Stark. 

APPEARANCE

Before Fire & Blood, GRRM gave us this description of Good Queen Alysanne Targaryen, as an old woman at the end of Jaehaerys I reign:

GOOD QUEEN ALYSANNE

Alysanne was the queen, consort, and sister of King Jaehaerys I, the Old King, and like him she lived a long life. Since you pictured him as an old man at the end of his reign, I figure it would be most appropriate to do her the same way, rather than as the young woman she was when Jaehaerys first ascended the Iron Throne.

You might consider Alysanne as the Eleanor of Aquitaine of Westeros, and model her on Katharine Hepburn's portrayal of Eleanor in the film THE LION IN WINTER. Tall and straight, unbowed by time, she had high cheekbones, clear blue eyes. Age left crow's feet around her eyes and laugh lines about her mouth, but her face never lost its strength. She was a fine archer and hunter in her youth, and loved to fly atop her dragon to all the distant parts of the realm. Alysanne was slim of waist and small of breast, with a long neck, a fair complexion, a high forehead. In old age her hair turned white as snow. She wore it in a bun, pulled back and pinned behind her hear.

Her relationship with King Jaehaerys was always very close. She was his most trusted counselor and his right hand, and often wore a slimmer, more feminine version of his crown at court. Beloved by the common people of Westeros, she loved them in return, and was renowned for her charities.

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Here is Katharine Hepburn as Eleanor of Aquitaine in the film THE LION IN WINTER:

Katharine Hepburn‘s was 1.72 m.

After Fire & Blood, GRRM gave us this description of Good Queen Alysanne Targaryen, as a girl of 13 years old: 

Though she had only recently turned thirteen, the young princess rose to the challenge brilliantly, all agreed. For seven days and seven nights, she broke her fast with one group of highborn ladies, dined with a second, supped with a third. She showed them the wonders of the Red Keep, sailed with them on Blackwater Bay, and rode with them about the city.

Alysanne Targaryen, the youngest child of King Aenys and Queen Alyssa, had been little known amongst the lords and ladies of the realm before then. Her childhood had been spent in the shadow of her brothers and her elder sister, Rhaena, and when she was spoken of at all it was as “the little maid” and “the other daughter.” She was little, this was true; slim and slight of frame, Alysanne was oft described as pretty but seldom as beautiful, though she was born of a house renowned for beauty. Her eyes were blue rather than purple, her hair a mass of honey-colored curls. No man ever questioned her wits.

Later, it would be said of her that she learned to read before she was weaned, and the court fool would make japes about little Alysanne dribbling mother’s milk on Valyrian scrolls as she tried to read whilst suckling at her wet nurse’s teat. Had she been a boy she would surely have been sent to the Citadel to forge a maester’s chain, Septon Barth would say of her…

(...)

“My little flower,” was how the queen described her. Like Alysanne herself, Daella was small—on her toes, she stood five feet two inches—and there was a childish aspect to her that led everyone who met her to think she was younger than her age. Unlike Alysanne, she was delicate as well, in ways the queen had never been. 

—Fire & Blood

5.2 feet = 1.58 m.

Queen Alysanne’s “semi canon” description matched with Sansa’s a lot. But, from the “semi canon” source to the canon source (Fire & Blood), Queen Alysanne changed from tall (1.72 m) to small (1.58 m).  She kept two features that are very similar to Sansa though:   

Not purple eyes but BLUE EYES

Not silver hair but HONEY-COLORED CURLS 

And these two features are very close to the main features of House Tully: Blue Eyes and Auburn Hair. 

You can google “honey colored hair” and see by yourselves that honey colored is closer to auburn than silver. There are also metas about the matter out there, you can check them out too.   

There is not no mention of high cheekbones in Fire & Blood, but the illustrator of the book, Doug Wheatley, definitely gave Queen Alysanne high cheekbones and a very close resemble to Sophie Turner, the actress that played Sansa Stark in the Series:

This could be a coincidence of course. This is what GRRM has said about book illustrations while promoting Fire & Blood:  

Q: You have a very distinct idea of what the characters look like in your own head, because readers will always take their own?

GRRM: I do have ideas of what the characters look like in my own head but I’m perfectly willing to let the artist do different interpretations… You know, let different artists present their different interpretations of it, I’m fine with that. It’s not photography, so I love the idea of, you know, letting people use their own creativity within limits of course, but I love some of the works, many of the works I’ve bought original is hanging on, you know, on my own walls so…    

In conversation: George R. R. Martin with John Hodgman FULL EVENT 

Drawing Queen Alysanne with a close resemble to Sophie Turner was within the limits, it seems. 

I’m not saying Queen Alysanne and Sansa are identical twins, they don’t have to be, but they share significant physical features. They have differences as well, Alysanne is slim with small breast while Sansa is curvy with a big bosom. 

Queen Alysanne and Sansa also share these traits:

Alysanne was a bright but unremarkable girl; small but never sickly, courteous, biddable, with a sweet smile and a pleasing voice. To the relief of her parents, she displayed none of the timidity that had afflicted her elder sister, Rhaena, as a small child. Neither did she exhibit the willful and stubborn temperament of Rhaena’s daughter Aerea.

—Fire & Blood

This Alysanne’s description matches almost bit by bit these Sansa’s descriptions (including the contrast between Alysanne/Aerea and Sansa/Arya): 

It wasn't fair. Sansa had everything. Sansa was two years older; maybe by the time Arya had been born, there had been nothing left. Often it felt that way. Sansa could sew and dance and sing. She wrote poetry. She knew how to dress. She played the high harp and the bells. Worse, she was beautiful. Sansa had gotten their mother's fine high cheekbones and the thick auburn hair of the Tullys. Arya took after their lord father. Her hair was a lusterless brown, and her face was long and solemn. Jeyne used to call her Arya Horseface, and neigh whenever she came near. It hurt that the one thing Arya could do better than her sister was ride a horse. Well, that and manage a household. Sansa had never had much of a head for figures. If she did marry Prince Joff, Arya hoped for his sake that he had a good steward.

—A Game of Thrones - Arya I

"Sansa was a lady at three, always so courteous and eager to please. She loved nothing so well as tales of knightly valor. Men would say she had my look, but she will grow into a woman far more beautiful than I ever was, you can see that. I often sent away her maid so I could brush her hair myself. She had auburn hair, lighter than mine, and so thick and soft . . . the red in it would catch the light of the torches and shine like copper.

"And Arya, well . . . Ned's visitors would oft mistake her for a stableboy if they rode into the yard unannounced. Arya was a trial, it must be said. Half a boy and half a wolf pup. Forbid her anything and it became her heart's desire. She had Ned's long face, and brown hair that always looked as though a bird had been nesting in it. I despaired of ever making a lady of her. She collected scabs as other girls collect dolls, and would say anything that came into her head. I think she must be dead too." When she said that, it felt as though a giant hand were squeezing her chest. 

—A Clash of Kings - Catelyn VII

Tyrion let them have their byplay; it was all for his benefit, he knew. Sansa Stark, he mused. Soft-spoken sweet-smelling Sansa, who loved silks, songs, chivalry and tall gallant knights with handsome faces. He felt as though he was back on the bridge of boats, the deck shifting beneath his feet.

—A Storm of Swords - Tyrion III

So the singer played for her, so soft and sad that Arya only heard snatches of the words, though the tune was half-familiar. Sansa would know it, I bet. Her sister had known all the songs, and she could even play a little, and sing so sweetly. All I could ever do was shout the words.

—A Storm of Swords - Arya IV

INTELLIGENCE

Fire & Blood remarks Alysanne’s intelligence a lot, she was an avid reader and she could have been a Maester of the Citadel:

No man ever questioned her wits.

Later, it would be said of her that she learned to read before she was weaned, and the court fool would make japes about little Alysanne dribbling mother’s milk on Valyrian scrolls as she tried to read whilst suckling at her wet nurse’s teat. Had she been a boy she would surely have been sent to the Citadel to forge a maester’s chain, Septon Barth would say of her…for that wise man esteemed her even more than her husband, whom he served for so long. That was far in the future, however; in 49 AC, Alysanne was but a girl of thirteen years, yet all the chronicles agree that she made a powerful impression on those who met her.

(...)

It is written that the young king and queen were seldom apart during that time, sharing every meal, talking late into the night of the green days of their childhood and the challenges ahead, fishing and hawking together, mingling with the island’s smallfolk in dockside inns, reading to one another from dusty leatherbound tomes they found in the castle library, taking lessons together from Dragonstone’s maesters (“for we still have much to learn,” Alysanne is said to have reminded her husband).

(...)

“If I had not become queen, I might have liked to be a maester,” she told the Conclave. “I read, I write, I think, I am not afraid of ravens…or a bit of blood. There are other highborn girls who feel the same. Why not admit them to your Citadel? If they cannot keep up, send them home, the way you send home boys who are not clever enough. If you would give the girls a chance, you might be surprised by how many forge a chain.”

(...)

For three days she lost herself in the Citadel’s great library, emerging only to attend lectures on the Valyrian dragon wars, leechcraft, and the gods of the Summer Isles.

(...)

Once the initial frost had thawed, his lordship took the queen hunting after elk and wild boar in the wolfswood, showed her the bones of a giant, and allowed her to rummage as she pleased through his modest castle library.

—Fire & Blood

Sansa shares Alysanne’s love for reading:

The queen took Sansa's hand in both of hers. "Child, do you know your lettersSansa nodded nervously. She could read and write better than any of her brothers, although she was hopeless at sums.

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa IV

Jeyne Poole and all her things were gone when Ser Mandon Moore returned Sansa to the high tower of Maegor's Holdfast. No more weeping, she thought gratefully. Yet somehow it seemed colder with Jeyne gone, even after she'd built a fire. She pulled a chair close to the hearth, took down one of her favorite books, and lost herself in the stories of Florian and Jonquil, of Lady Shella and the Rainbow Knight, of valiant Prince Aemon and his doomed love for his brother's queen.

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa IV

“Do you read well, Alayne?"

"Septa Mordane was good enough to say so."

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa VI

Here is Arya listing all of Sansa’s artistic talents:

It wasn't fair. Sansa had everything. Sansa was two years older; maybe by the time Arya had been born, there had been nothing left. Often it felt that way. Sansa could sew and dance and sing. She wrote poetry. She knew how to dress. She played the high harp and the bells. Worse, she was beautiful. Sansa had gotten their mother's fine high cheekbones and the thick auburn hair of the Tullys. Arya took after their lord father. Her hair was a lusterless brown, and her face was long and solemn. Jeyne used to call her Arya Horseface, and neigh whenever she came near. It hurt that the one thing Arya could do better than her sister was ride a horse. Well, that and manage a household. Sansa had never had much of a head for figures. If she did marry Prince Joff, Arya hoped for his sake that he had a good steward.

—A Game of Thrones - Arya I

Arya is also here to tell us that Sansa is good at Heraldry:

No one ransomed the northmen, though. One fat lordling haunted the kitchens, Hot Pie told her, always looking for a morsel. His mustache was so bushy that it covered his mouth, and the clasp that held his cloak was a silver-and-sapphire trident. He belonged to Lord Tywin, but the fierce, bearded young man who liked to walk the battlements alone in a black cloak patterned with white suns had been taken by some hedge knight who meant to get rich off him. Sansa would have known who he was, and the fat one too, but Arya had never taken much interest in titles and sigils. Whenever Septa Mordane had gone on about the history of this house and that house, she was inclined to drift and dream and wonder when the lesson would be done.

—A Clash of Kings - Arya VII

Sansa understands songs sung in High Valyrian:

"I'm sore all over," Arya reported happily, proudly displaying a huge purple bruise on her leg.

"You must be a terrible dancer," Sansa said doubtfully.

Later, while Sansa was off listening to a troupe of singers perform the complex round of interwoven ballads called the "Dance of the Dragons," Ned inspected the bruise himself. "I hope Forel is not being too hard on you," he said.

—A Game of Thrones - Eddard VII

Then the heralds summoned another singer; Collio Quaynis of Tyrosh, who had a vermilion beard and an accent as ludicrous as Symon had promised. Collio began with his version of "The Dance of the Dragons," which was more properly a song for two singers, male and female. Tyrion suffered through it with a double helping of honey-ginger partridge and several cups of wine. A haunting ballad of two dying lovers amidst the Doom of Valyria might have pleased the hall more if Collio had not sung it in High Valyrian, which most of the guests could not speak.

—A Storm of Swords - Tyrion VIII

If the Eyrie had been made like other castles, only rats and gaolers would have heard the dead man singing. Dungeon walls were thick enough to swallow songs and screams alike. But the sky cells had a wall of empty air, so every chord the dead man played flew free to echo off the stony shoulders of the Giant's Lance. And the songs he chose . . . He sang of the Dance of the Dragons, of fair Jonquil and her fool, of Jenny of Oldstones and the Prince of Dragonflies. He sang of betrayals, and murders most foul, of hanged men and bloody vengeance. He sang of grief and sadness.

—A Feast for Crows - Sansa I

But, apparently, Sansa is bad with numbers...

It hurt that the one thing Arya could do better than her sister was ride a horse. Well, that and manage a household. Sansa had never had much of a head for figures. If she did marry Prince Joff, Arya hoped for his sake that he had a good steward.

—A Game of Thrones - Arya I

She could read and write better than any of her brothers, although she was hopeless at sums.

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa IV

Something changed then, because Alayne Stone is doing pretty well as de facto Lady of the Eyrie...

I can continue but this would be too long, so it’s better if I leave you this great post about Sansa’s intelligence: Sansa Smart

And here is GRRM himself talking about Sansa’s wits:  

Up to now Sansa has been a piece, that other people have moved around the board, to achieve her own goals, using her, discarding her, using her for a different purpose: You know, you’re going to marry Joffrey. No, you’re going to marry Loras. You’re going to marry Tyrion. She is beginning to at least try to understand how she can play the Game of Thrones and be not a piece, but a player. With her own goals, and moving other pieces around. And she’s not a warrior like Robb, Jon Snow. She’s not even a wild child like Arya. She can’t fight with swords, axes. She can’t raise armies. But she has her wits! Same as Littlefinger has.

—Game of Thrones Season 4: Episode #8 - A Different Purpose (HBO)

UNDERDOGS

Queen Alysanne Targaryen and Sansa Stark are two examples of “underdogs”:

No one paid attention to Alysanne until she was a maid of thirteen and was left in charge to entertain and charm lords and ladies at court. She grew up in the shadow of her older siblings, she was never expected to be Queen:

Alysanne Targaryen, the youngest child of King Aenys and Queen Alyssa, had been little known amongst the lords and ladies of the realm before then. Her childhood had been spent in the shadow of her brothers and her elder sister, Rhaena, and when she was spoken of at all it was as “the little maid” and “the other daughter.” 

(...)

We know very little about the childhood of Alysanne Targaryen; as the fifthborn child of King Aenys and Queen Alyssa, and a female, observers at court found her of less interest than her older siblings who stood higher in the line of succession. From what little has come down to us, Alysanne was a bright but unremarkable girl; small but never sickly, courteous, biddable, with a sweet smile and a pleasing voice. To the relief of her parents, she displayed none of the timidity that had afflicted her elder sister, Rhaena, as a small child. Neither did she exhibit the willful and stubborn temperament of Rhaena’s daughter Aerea.

—Fire & Blood

The same way as Alysanne was described as “unremarkable”, Sansa Stark is often described as “stupid”:

That gorget wasn't fastened proper. You think Gregor didn't notice that? You think Ser Gregor's lance rode up by chance, do you? Pretty little talking girl, you believe that, you're empty-headed as a bird for true. 

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa II

"Your Grace," he said sharply. "You truly are a stupid girl, aren't you? My mother says so."

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa VI

. . . ah, you're still a stupid little bird, aren't you? Singing all the songs they taught you . . . 

—A Clash of Kings - Sansa II

"Everyone wants to be loved." "I see flowering hasn't made you any brighter," said Cersei. 

—A Clash of Kings - Sansa IV

"He will," Sansa lied. "He is very . . . very comely."

"You said that. You know, child, some say that you are as big a fool as Butterbumps here, and I am starting to believe them. 

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa I

"Her heart was broken."

Sansa would have sighed and shed a tear for true love, but Arya just thought it was stupid. She couldn't say that to Ned, though, not about his own aunt. "Did someone break it?"

—A Storm of Swords - Arya VIII

"I forgot, you've been hiding under a rock. The northern girl. Winterfell's daughter. We heard she killed the king with a spell, and afterward changed into a wolf with big leather wings like a bat, and flew out a tower window. But she left the dwarf behind and Cersei means to have his head."

That's stupid, Arya thought. Sansa only knows songs, not spells, and she'd never marry the Imp.

—A Storm of Swords - Arya XIII

"NO!" Lysa gave Sansa's head another wrench. Snow eddied around them, making their skirts snap noisily. "You can't want her. You can't. She's a stupid empty-headed little girl.

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa VII

"Some books. I like the fighting stories. My sister Sansa likes the kissing stories, but those are stupid."

—A Dance with Dragons - Bran III

Sansa as Alysanne was not “remarkable” among her siblings, who often called her stupid, specially Bran and Arya, and was never expected to be the Heir of Winterfell or the Stark at Winterfell. She is the underdog...  

... And GRRM just loves underdogs:

Chris Long: Do you watch sports through that lens (characters developed all the time, unsung heroes/archnemesis of everybody/misunderstood as villains/some heroes are villains in disguise), with your writing background, and your penchant for creating characters, do you look at the characters in sports?  

GRRM: I do. You know, I think America loves the underdog, and we don’t like, except if it happens to be your dynasty, we tend not to like dynasties, you know?

—George RR Martin in The Fish Bowl with Chris Long

WEDDED BUT NOT BEDDED

Alysanne and Sansa flowered and wedded at a similar age. But both remained maidens: 

The princess was three-and-ten years of age, and had recently celebrated her first flowering, so it was thought desirable to see her wed as soon as possible. 

(...)

A modest feast followed the ceremony, and many toasts were drunk to the health of the boy king and his new queen. Afterward Jaehaerys and Alysanne retired to the bedchamber where Aegon the Conqueror had once slept beside his sister Rhaenys, but in view of the bride’s youth there was no bedding ceremony, and the marriage was not consummated.

—Fire & Blood

“How old are you, Sansa?” asked Tyrion, after a moment.

“Thirteen,” she said, “when the moon turns.”

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa III

“She is old enough to be Lady of Winterfell once her brother is dead. Claim her maidenhood and you will be one step closer to claiming the north. Get her with child, and the prize is all but won. Do I need to remind you that a marriage that has not been consummated can be set aside?”

—A Storm of Swords - Tyrion IV

Also Alysanne’s determination to marry his King brother Jaehaerys against her own mother's wishes, sounds pretty much like Sansa's stubbornness to marry Joffrey against Ned's orders.

Sansa, in an act of defiance, ran to Cersei and tells her of her father's plans, pleading that she might be allowed to stay and marry Joffrey.

"How well I know that, child," Cersei said, her voice so kind and sweet. "Why else should you have come to me and told me of your father's plan to send you away from us, if not for love?"

"It was for love," Sansa said in a rush. "Father wouldn't even give me leave to say farewell." She was the good girl, the obedient girl, but she had felt as wicked as Arya that morning, sneaking away from Septa Mordane, defying her lord father. She had never done anything so willful before, and she would never have done it then if she hadn't loved Joffrey as much as she did. "He was going to take me back to Winterfell and marry me to some hedge knight, even though it was Joff I wanted. I told him, but he wouldn't listen." The king had been her last hope. The king could command Father to let her stay in King's Landing and marry Prince Joffrey, Sansa knew he could, but the king had always frightened her. He was loud and rough-voiced and drunk as often as not, and he would probably have just sent her back to Lord Eddard, if they even let her see him. So she went to the queen instead, and poured out her heart, and Cersei had listened and thanked her sweetly … only then Ser Arys had escorted her to the high room in Maegor's Holdfast and posted guards, and a few hours later, the fighting had begun outside. "Please," she finished, "you have to let me marry Joffrey, I'll be ever so good a wife to him, you'll see. I'll be a queen just like you, I promise."

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa IV

Alysanne ran to Jaehaerys himself and they both elope to Dragonstone:

No record survives of what Alysanne Targaryen said or thought when first she learned that she was to be wed to a youth ten years her senior, whom she scarcely knew and (if rumor can be believed) did not like. We know only what she did. Another girl might have wept or raged or run pleading to her mother. In many a sad song, maidens forced to wed against their will throw themselves from tall towers to their deaths. Princess Alysanne did none of these things. Instead she went directly to Jaehaerys.

The young king was as displeased as his sister at the news. “They will be making wedding plans for me as well, I do not doubt,” he deduced at once. Like his sister, Jaehaerys did not waste time with reproaches, recriminations, or appeals. Instead he acted. Summoning his Kingsguard, he instructed them to sail at once for Dragonstone, where he would meet them shortly. “You have sworn me your swords and your obedience,” he reminded his Seven. “Remember those vows, and speak no word of my departure.”

That night, under cover of darkness, King Jaehaerys and Princess Alysanne mounted their dragons, Vermithor and Silverwing, and departed the Red Keep for the ancient Targaryen citadel below the Dragonmont. Reportedly the first words the young king spoke upon landing were, “I have need of a septon.”

—Fire & Blood

Curiously enough Alysanne’s first betrothed was Orryn Baratheon, just like Sansa’s first betrothed was Joffrey Baratheon.

LIKE IN THE SONGS

Alysanne and Jaehaerys eloping and first wedding had all the element’s of a fairy tale, like the songs Sansa loves to read: 

The Kingsguards as witnesses 

The Kingsguard arrived from King’s Landing by galley a few days later. The following morning, as the sun rose, Jaehaerys Targaryen, the First of His Name, took to wife his sister Alysanne in the great yard at Dragonstone, before the eyes of gods and men and dragons. Septon Oswyck performed the marriage rites; though the old man’s voice was thin and tremulous, no part of the ceremony was neglected. The seven knights of the Kingsguard stood witness to the union, their white cloaks snapping in the wind. 

—Fire & Blood

The Kingsguards fighting against the men that tried to separate the couple

From that day to this, the tale has been a favorite of lovesick maidens and their squires throughout the Seven Kingdoms, and many a bard has sung of the valor of the Kingsguard, seven men in white cloaks who faced down half a hundred. 

—Fire & Blood

This eloping, secret wedding and the Kingsguars involvement reminds me a lot of Lyanna’s “abduction” by Rhaegar and the Kingsguards “protecting” Lyanna in the Tower of Joy...  

A romance unequaled since the days of Florian and Jonquil

“That is how the singers tell the tale, certainly; the swift and sudden marriage of Jaehaerys and Alysanne was a romance unequaled since the days of Florian the Fool and his Jonquil, to hear them sing of it. And in songs, as ever, love conquers all. ”

—Fire & Blood

Florian and Jonquil love story is Sansa’s favorite. 

We are one now, and neither gods nor men shall part us

“As you command, Mother.” King Jaehaerys pulled his sister closer and put his arm around her. “But do not think that you shall unmake this marriage. We are one now, and neither gods nor men shall part us.” “Never,” his bride affirmed. “Send me to the ends of the earth and wed me to the King of Mossovy or the Lord of the Grey Waste, Silverwing will always bring me back to Jaehaerys.” And with that she raised herself onto her toes and lifted her face to the king, and he kissed her full upon the lips whilst all looked on.”

—Fire & Blood

An endless honeymoon

“It is written that the young king and queen were seldom apart during that time, sharing every meal, talking late into the night of the green days of their childhood and the challenges ahead, fishing and hawking together, mingling with the island’s smallfolk in dockside inns, reading to one another from dusty leatherbound tomes they found in the castle library, taking lessons together from Dragonstone’s maesters (“for we still have much to learn,” Alysanne is said to have reminded her husband), praying beside Septon Oswyck. They flew together as well, all around the Dragonmont and oft as far as Driftmark.”

—Fire & Blood

A maid observing her love while training

Every morning Jaehaerys trained with them in the castle yard, shouting at them to come at him harder, to press him, harry him, and attack him in every way they knew. From sunrise till noon he worked with them, honing his skills with sword and spear and mace and axe whilst his new queen looked on.”

(…)

“Jaehaerys was oft brusied and bloody by evening, to Alysanne’s distress, but his prowess improved so markedly”

—Fire & Blood

Jaehaerys training with more than one man at the same time reminds me of Garlan Tyrell and Jon Snow because they do the same:

On the edge of the yard, a lone knight with a pair of golden roses on his shield was holding off three foes. Even as they watched, he caught one of them alongside the head, knocking him senseless. "Is that your brother?" Sansa asked.

"It is, my lady," said Ser Loras. "Garlan often trains against three men, or even four. In battle it is seldom one against one, he says, so he likes to be prepared."

"He must be very brave."

"He is a great knight," Ser Loras replied. "A better sword than me, in truth, though I'm the better lance."

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa I

Jon swelled with pride. "Robb is a stronger lance than I am, but I'm the better sword, and Hullen says I sit a horse as well as anyone in the castle."

—A Game of Thrones - Jon I

“When Iron Emmett spied him, he raised a hand and combat ceased. “Lord Commander. How may we serve you?”

“With your three best.”

Emmett grinned. “Arron. Emrick. Jace.” . . .

“Which one do you want first?” asked Arron.

“All three of you. At once.”

“Three on one?” Jace was incredulous. “That wouldn’t be fair.” He was one of Conwy’s latest bunch, a cobbler’s son from Fair Isle. Maybe that explained it.

“True. Come here.”

When he did, Jon’s blade slammed him alongside his head, knocking him off his feet. In the blink of an eye the boy had a boot on his chest and a swordpoint at his throat. “War is never fair,” Jon told him. “It’s two on one now, and you’re dead.”

—A Dance with Dragons - Jon VI

An Idyll

“Queen Alysanne, for her part, was in no haste to return to court. “Here I have you to myself, day and night,” she told Jaehaerys. “When we go back, I shall be fortunate to snatch an hour with you, for every man in Westeros will want a piece of you.” For her, these days on Dragonstone were an idyll. “Many years from now when we are old and grey, we shall look back upon these days and smile, remembering how happy we were.”

—Fire & Blood

Sansa Stark is sighing somewhere... 

QUEENS

I found this very interesting detail in Fire & Blood: The Three Queens 

In 50 AC, the realm of Westeros found itself blessed with one king, a Hand, and three queens, as in King Maegor’s day…but whereas Maegor’s queens had been consorts, subservient to his will, living and dying at his whim, each of the queens of the half-century was a power in her own right.

In the Red Keep of King’s Landing sat the Queen Regent Alyssa, widow of the late King Aenys, mother to his son Jaehaerys, and wife to the King’s Hand, Rogar Baratheon. Just across Blackwater Bay on Dragonstone, a younger queen had arisen when Alyssa’s daughter Alysanne, a maid of thirteen years, had pledged her troth to her brother King Jaehaerys, against the wishes of her mother and her mother’s lord husband. And far to the west on Fair Isle, with the whole width of Westeros separating her from both mother and sister, was Alyssa’s eldest daughter, the dragonrider Rhaena Targaryen, widow of Prince Aegon the Uncrowned. In the westerlands, riverlands, and parts of the Reach, men were already calling her the Queen in the West.

—Fire & Blood

This passage obviously makes me think in The Three Queens mentioned by Littlefinger in a conversation with Sansa in A Feast for Crows:  

“You would not believe half of what is happening in King’s Landing, sweetling. Cersei stumbles from one idiocy to the next, helped along by her council of the deaf, the dim, and the blind. I always anticipated that she would beggar the realm and destroy herself, but I never expected she would do it quite so fast. It is quite vexing. I had hoped to have four or five quiet years to plant some seeds and allow some fruits to ripen, but now … it is a good thing that I thrive on chaos. What little peace and order the five kings left us will not long survive the three queens, I fear.”

“Three queens?” She did not understand.

Nor did Petyr choose to explain. Instead, he smiled and said, “I have brought my sweet girl back a gift.”

—A Feast for Crows - Alayne II

Thanks to this passage of Fire & Blood about The Three Queens: 

Queen Alyssa, Queen Regent, widow of Aenys

Queen Alysanne, Queen Consort, wife of Jaehaerys (but still a maid)

Queen Rhaena, widow of Prince Aegon the Uncrowned (& Maegor)

We can make the following association with these three ASOIAF characters in a similar position:

Alyssa/Cersei = Regents & Widows

Alysanne/Sansa = Wedded but No Bedded

Rhaena/Margaery = Twice Widows of Aegon/Maegor & Renly/Joffrey

But Fire & Blood has a little surprise in a footnote:

Footnote:

*1.- It should be noted, lest we be charged with omission, that there was a fourth queen in Westeros in 50 AC. The twice-widowed Queen Elinor of House Costayne, who had found King Maegor dead upon the Iron Throne, had departed King’s Landing after Jaehaerys’s ascent. Dressed in the robes of a penitent and accompanied only by a handmaid and one leal man-at-arms, she made her way to the Eyrie in the Vale of Arryn to visit the eldest of her three sons by Ser Theo Bolling, and thence to Highgarden in the Reach, where her second son had been fostered to Lord Tyrell. Once satisfied of their well-being, the former queen reclaimed her youngest boy and repaired to her father’s seat at Three Towers in the Reach, where she declared she would live quietly for the remainder of her life. Fate, and King Jaehaerys, had other plans for her, as we shall relate later. Suffice it to say that Queen Elinor played no role in the events of 50 AC.

—Fire & Blood

The fourth queen was Elinor Costayne, widow, mother of three living sons and one stillborn of Maegor. 

So we can make this final association:

Alyssa/Cersei = Regents & Widows

Alysanne/Sansa = Wedded but Not Bedded

Rhaena/Margaery = Twice Widows of Aegon/Maegor & Renly/Joffrey

Elinor/Daenerys = Widows, Mothers of three living sons: 3 Bolling sons/Drogo-Rhaegal-Viseryon & one twisted and malformed stillborn (unnamed/Rhaego)

Take note how Alysanne is described as “a younger queen” and “maid of thirteen”, because this could be a hint that Sansa Stark is the younger and more beautiful queen of Maggy The Frog prophecy.    

FLORIAN & JONQUIL

Sansa Stark’s favorite love story is the Tale of Florian and Jonquil, and Alysanne Targaryen is heavily associate with that story as well.

As mentioned earlier, Alysanne’s own love story is compared to Florian and Jonquil:

“That is how the singers tell the tale, certainly; the swift and sudden marriage of Jaehaerys and Alysanne was a romance unequaled since the days of Florian the Fool and his Jonquil, to hear them sing of it. And in songs, as ever, love conquers all. ”

—Fire & Blood

The Maidenpool incident

Alysanne suffered an attempt of murder perpetuated by three women at Maidenpool:

The town of Maidenpool was far famed for the sweetwater pool where legend had it that Florian the Fool had first glimpsed Jonquil bathing during the Age of Heroes. Like thousands of other women before her, Queen Alysanne wished to bathe in Jonquil’s pool, whose waters were said to have amazing healing properties. The lords of Maidenpool had erected a great stone bathhouse around the pool many centuries before, and given it over to an order of holy sisters. No men were allowed to enter the premises, so when the queen slipped into the sacred waters, she was attended only by her ladies-in-waiting, maids, and septas (Edyth and Lyra, who had served beside Septa Ysabel as novices, had both recently sworn their vows to become septas, consecrated in the Faith and devoted to the queen).

The goodness of the little queen, the silence of the Starry Sept, and the exhortations of the Seven Speakers had won over most of the Faithful for Jaehaerys and his Alysanne…but there are always some who will not be moved, and amongst the sisters who tended Jonquil’s Pool were three such women, whose hearts were hard with hate. They told one another that their holy waters would be polluted forever were the queen allowed to bathe in them whilst carrying the king’s “abomination” in her belly. Queen Alysanne had only slipped out of her clothing when they fell upon her with daggers they had concealed within their robes.

Blessedly, the attackers were no warriors, and they had not taken the courage of the queen’s companions into account. Naked and vulnerable, the Wise Women did not hesitate, but stepped between the attackers and their lady. Septa Edyth was slashed across the face, Prudence Celtigar stabbed through the shoulder, whilst Rosamund Ball took a dagger in the belly that, three days later, proved to be the death of her, but none of the murderous blades touched the queen. The shouts and screams of the struggle brought Alysanne’s protectors running, for Ser Joffrey Doggett and Ser Gyles Morrigen had been guarding the entrance to the bathhouse, never dreaming that the danger lurked within.

The Kingsguard made short work of the attackers, slaying two out of hand whilst keeping the third alive for questioning. When encouraged, she revealed that half a dozen others of their order had helped plan the attack, whilst lacking the courage to wield a blade. Lord Mooton hanged the guilty, and might have hanged the innocent as well, save for Queen Alysanne’s intervention.

—Fire & Blood

I find this incident a metaphor of that famous Littlefinger line: "Life is not a song, sweetling. You may learn that one day to your sorrow." Maidenpool was a place where a great love story occurred but for Alysanne was also the place where other women tried to murder her.  She was pregnant of her first child during the attack and later she gave birth a premature baby, Aegon. He died three days after birth. Alysanne blamed her son’s death on the women who attacked her at Maidenpool. Had she been allowed to bathe in the healing waters of Jonquil’s Pool, she would say, Prince Aegon would have lived.

The same ‘disillusionment’ happened when Jaime and Brienne arrived at Maidenpool in ASOIAF and found the pool full of corpses:

At Maidenpool, Lord Mooton's red salmon still flew above the castle on its hill, but the town walls were deserted, the gates smashed, half the homes and shops burned or plundered. They saw nothing living but a few feral dogs that went slinking away at the sound of their approach. The pool from which the town took its name, where legend said that Florian the Fool had first glimpsed Jonquil bathing with her sisters, was so choked with rotting corpses that the water had turned into a murky grey-green soup.

Jaime took one look and burst into song. "Six maids there were in a spring-fed pool . . ."

—A Storm of Swords - Jaime III

But this awful incident was the cause for Alysanne to take a female knight to protect her. A knight with a very singular name: Jonquil Darke.

FEMALE KNIGHT

Jonquil Darke

With hundreds of knights eager to compete for the honor of serving in the Kingsguard, the combats lasted seven full days. Several of the more colorful competitors became favorites of the smallfolk, who cheered them raucously each time they fought. One such was the Drunken Knight, Ser Willam Stafford, a short, stout, big-bellied man who always appeared so intoxicated that it was a wonder he could stand, let alone fight. The commons named him “the Keg o’ Ale,” and sang “Hail, Hail, Keg o’ Ale” whenever he took the field. Another favorite of the commons was the Bard of Flea Bottom, Tom the Strummer, who mocked his foes with ribald songs before each bout. The slender mystery knight known only as the Serpent in Scarlet also had a great following; when finally defeated and unmasked, “he” proved to be a woman, Jonquil Darke, a bastard daughter of the Lord of Duskendale.

In the end, none of these would earn a white cloak.

—Fire & Blood

Jonquil reminds me a lot of Brienne of Tarth, the True Knight of ASOIAF. Both female knights that competed for a place in the Kingsguard. Jonquil didn’t make it, but Brienne got a place in Renly’s Rainbow Guard. 

After the Maidenpool incident, Alysanne chose Jonquil Darke to be her sworn shield:   

“I need a protector of mine own,” she told His Grace. “Your Seven are leal men and valiant, but they are men, and there are places men cannot go.” The king could not disagree. A raven flew to Duskendale that very night, commanding the new Lord Darklyn to send to court his bastard half-sister, Jonquil Darke, who had thrilled the smallfolk during the War for the White Cloaks as the mystery knight known as the Serpent in Scarlet. Still in scarlet, she arrived at King’s Landing a few days later, and gladly accepted appointment as the queen’s own sworn shield. In time, she would be known about the realm as the Scarlet Shadow, so closely did she guard her lady. 

—Fire & Blood

At this point in ASOIAF, Briene of Tarth is in a quest to find Sansa Stark to fulfill the promises that Jaime Lannister and her did to Catelyn Stark:

“Hear me out, Brienne. Both of us swore oaths concerning Sansa Stark. Cersei means to see that the girl is found and killed, wherever she has gone to ground . . .”

Brienne’s homely face twisted in fury. “If you believe that I would harm my lady’s daughter for a sword, you—”

“Just listen,” he snapped, angered by her assumption. “I want you to find Sansa first, and get her somewhere safe. How else are the two of us going to make good our stupid vows to your precious dead Lady Catelyn?”

The wench blinked. “I . . . I thought . . .”

“I know what you thought.” Suddenly Jaime was sick of the sight of her. She bleats like a bloody sheep. “When Ned Stark died, his greatsword was given to the King’s Justice,” he told her. “But my father felt that such a fine blade was wasted on a mere headsman. He gave Ser Ilyn a new sword, and had Ice melted down and reforged. There was enough metal for two new blades. You’re holding one. So you’ll be defending Ned Stark’s daughter with Ned Stark’s own steel, if that makes any difference to you.”

“Ser, I . . . I owe you an apolo . . .”

He cut her off. “Take the bloody sword and go, before I change my mind. There’s a bay mare in the stables, as homely as you are but somewhat better trained. Chase after Steelshanks, search for Sansa, or ride home to your isle of sapphires, it’s naught to me. I don’t want to look at you anymore.”

“Jaime . . .”

“Kingslayer,” he reminded her. “Best use that sword to clean the wax out of your ears, wench. We’re done.”

Stubbornly, she persisted. “Joffrey was your . . .”

“My king. Leave it at that.”

“You say Sansa killed him. Why protect her?”

Because Joff was no more to me than a squirt of seed in Cersei’s cunt. And because he deserved to die. “I have made kings and unmade them. Sansa Stark is my last chance for honor.” Jaime smiled thinly. “Besides, kingslayers should band together. Are you ever going to go?”

Her big hand wrapped tight around Oathkeeper. “I will. And I will find the girl and keep her safe. For her lady mother’s sake. And for yours.” She bowed stiffly, whirled, and went.

—A Storm of Swords - Jaime IX

See? Jonquil Darke was Alysanne’s sworn shield as Brienne of Tarh is Sansa’s sworn sword. A sword made of Ice, literally.   

Later, when Alysanne visited the North for the first time, she met another “female knight”, a wildling girl:

Manderly also staged a small tourney in the queen’s honor, to show the prowess of his knights. One of the fighters (though no knight) was revealed to be a woman, a wildling girl who had been captured by rangers north of the Wall and given to one of Lord Manderly’s household knights to foster. Delighted by the girl’s daring, Alysanne summoned her own sworn shield, Jonquil Darke, and the wildling and the Scarlet Shadow dueled spear against sword whilst the northmen roared in approval.

—Fire & Blood

It would be no surprise if Sansa meets another female knight or warrior during her return to the North, a wildling spearwife, or a Mormont woman, or her wild faceless assassin sister Arya Stark.   

To finish with Jonquil Darke, take note that her name and surname are also references to Dontos Hollard, another character that acted as Sansa’s knight. Sansa called Dontos “Her Florian” and House Hollard was once sworn to House Darklyn of Duskendale, that are related to House Darke.

Also take a look at this color refrences:

Jonquil Darke was also known as the Serpent in Scarlet and the Scarlet Shadow.

Ser Joffrey Doggett was also known as the Red Dog of the Hills. 

Ser Dontos Hollard was also called Dontos the Red.

Only Brienne of Tarth breaks this pattern, because she was called Brienne the Blue, during his days as member of Renly’s Rainbow Guard. Wanna know who was the Red in Renly’s Rainbow Guard? It was Ser Robar Royce, son of Yhon Bronze Royce and brother of Waymar Royce, Sansa’s first crush.

But my point with all this Red/Scarlet colored references is that red is a color hugely associated with Sansa Stark, because of the red of her hair and the red of the weirwood tree. 

THE VISENYA AND THE RHAENYS 

During a discussion between King Jaehaerys I and his older sister Rhaena, these words were exchanged: 

“And Silverwing?” asked Rhaena. “Our sister—”

“—had no part in this. I will not put her at risk.”

The Queen in the East smiled then. “She is Rhaenys, and I am Visenya. I have never thought otherwise.”

—Fire & Blood

Rhaena compared Jaehaerys with Aegon the Conqueror, herself with Queen Visenya and Alysanne with Queen Rhaenys. 

This is part of a dichotomy that GRRM work with a lot: the Lady Woman Vs the Warrior Woman. A pattern that started with the Stark Sisters, and is replicated a lot in Fire & Blood with several Targaryen Sisters. Here some examples:

Visenya and Rhaenys

Rhaena and Alysanne

Aerea and Rhaella

Baela and Rhaena  

Rhaena was not exactly like Visenya and Alysanne was not exactly Rhaenys, but Rhaenys and Alysanne certainly shared a lot of similarities:

Rhaenys

Rhaenys, youngest of the three Targaryens, was all her sister [Visenya] was not, playful, curious, impulsive, given to flights of fancy. No true warrior, Rhaenys loved music, dancing, and poetry, and supported many a singer, mummer, and puppeteer. Yet it was said that Rhaenys spent more time on dragonback than her brother and sister combined, for above all things she loved to fly. She once was heard to say that before she died she meant to fly Meraxes across the Sunset Sea to see what lay upon its western shores.”

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Queen Rhaenys was a great patron to the bards and singers of the Seven Kingdoms, showering gold and gifts on those who pleased her. Though Queen Visenya thought her sister frivolous, there was a wisdom in this that went beyond a simple love of music. For the singers of the realm, in their eagerness to win the favor of the queen, composed many a song in praise of House Targaryen and King Aegon, and then went forth and sang those songs in every keep and castle and village green from the Dornish Marches to the Wall. Thus was the Conquest made glorious to the simple people, whilst Aegon the Dragon himself became a hero king.

Queen Rhaenys also took a great interest in the smallfolk, and had a special love for women and children. Once, when she was holding court in the Aegonfort, a man was brought before her for beating his wife to death. The woman’s brothers wanted him punished, but the husband argued that he was within his lawful rights, since he had found his wife abed with another man. The right of a husband to chastise an erring wife was well established throughout the Seven Kingdoms (save in Dorne). The husband further pointed out that the rod he had used to beat his wife was no thicker than his thumb, and even produced the rod in evidence. When the queen asked him how many times he had struck his wife, however, the husband could not answer, but the dead woman’s brothers insisted there had been a hundred blows.

Queen Rhaenys consulted with her maesters and septons, then rendered her decision. An adulterous wife gave offense to the Seven, who had created women to be faithful and obedient to their husbands, and therefore must be chastised. As god has but seven faces, however, the punishment should consist of only six blows (for the seventh blow would be for the Stranger, and the Stranger is the face of death). Thus the first six blows the man had struck had been lawful…but the remaining ninety-four had been an offense against gods and men, and must be punished in kind. From that day forth, the “rule of six” became a part of the common law, along with the “rule of thumb.” (The husband was taken to the foot of the Hill of Rhaenys, where he was given ninety-four blows by the dead woman’s brothers, using rods of lawful size.)

—Fire & Blood

Alysanne

Queen Alysanne looked back on the short-lived glories of her father’s court fondly, however, and made it her purpose to make the Red Keep glitter as it never had before, buying tapestries and carpets from Free Cities and commissioning murals, statuary, and tilework to decorate the castle’s halls and chambers. At her command, men from the City Watch combed Flea Bottom until they found Tom the Strummer, whose mocking songs had amused king and commons alike during the War for the White Cloaks. Alysanne made him the court singer, the first of many who would hold that office in the decades to come. She brought in a harpist from Oldtown, a company of mummers from Braavos, dancers from Lys, and gave the Red Keep its first fool, a fat man called the Goodwife who dressed as a woman and was never seen without his wooden “children,” a pair of cleverly carved puppets who said ribald, shocking things.

(...)

The king’s first progress was meant to be a modest one, commencing with the crownlands north of King’s Landing and proceeding only as far as the Vale of Arryn. Jaehaerys wanted Alysanne with him, but as Her Grace was with child, he was concerned that their journeys not be too taxing. They began with Stokeworth and Rosby, then moved north along the coast to Duskendale. There, whilst the king viewed Lord Darklyn’s boatyards and enjoyed an afternoon of fishing, the queen held the first of her women’s courts, which were to become an important part of every royal progress to come. Only women and girls were welcome at these audiences; highborn or low, they were encouraged to come forward and share their fears, concerns, and hopes with the young queen.

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Men oft speak today of Queen Alysanne’s laws, but this usage is sloppy and incorrect. Her Grace had no power to enact laws, issue decrees, make proclamations, or pass sentences. It is a mistake to speak of her as we might speak of the Conqueror’s queens, Rhaenys and Visenya. The young queen did, however, wield enormous influence over King Jaehaerys, and when she spoke, he listened…as he did upon their return from the Vale of Arryn.

It was the plight of widows throughout the Seven Kingdoms that the women’s courts had made Alysanne aware of. In times of peace especially, it was not uncommon for a man to outlive the wife of his youth, for young men most oft perish upon the battlefield, young women in the birthing bed. Be they of noble birth or humble, men left bereft suchwise would oft after a time take second wives, whose presence in the household was resented by the children of the first wife. Where no bonds of affection existed, upon the man’s own death his heirs could and did expel the widow from the home, reducing her to penury; in the case of lords, the heirs might simply strip away the widow’s prerogatives, incomes, and servants, reducing her to little more than a boarder.

To rectify these ills, King Jaehaerys in 52 AC promulgated the Widow’s Law, reaffirming the right of the eldest son (or eldest daughter, where there was no son) to inherit, but requiring said heirs to maintain surviving widows in the same condition they had enjoyed before their husband’s death. A lord’s widow, be she a second, third, or later wife, could no longer be driven from his castle, nor deprived of her servants, clothing, and income. The same law, however, also forbade men from disinheriting their children by a first wife in order to bestow their lands, seat, or property upon a later wife or her own children.

(...)

Alysanne remained in the Red Keep, presiding over council meetings in the king’s absence, and holding audience from a velvet seat at the base of the Iron Throne.

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“I see no honor in any of this. I knew such things happened hundreds of years ago, I confess it, but I never dreamed that the custom endured so strongly to this day. Mayhaps I did not want to know. I closed my eyes, but that poor girl in Mole’s Town opened them. The right of the first night! Your Grace, my lords, it is time we put an end to this. I beg you.”

(...)

And so it came to pass that the second of what the smallfolk named Queen Alysanne’s Laws was enacted: the abolition of the lord’s ancient right to the first night. Henceforth, it was decreed, a bride’s maidenhead would belong only to her husband, whether joined before a septon or a heart tree, and any man, be he lord or peasant, who took her on her wedding night or any other night would be guilty of the crime of rape.

—Fire & Blood

As you can see, we can easily associate Sansa Stark with these shared similarities between Queen Rhaenys and Queen Alysanne.

SINGERS AND KNIGHTS 

Queen Alysanne was fond of singers and gallant knights, just like Sansa:

Three of the brothers had been singers before taking the black, and they took turns playing for Her Grace at night, regaling her with ballads, war songs, and bawdy barracks tunes. 

—Fire & Blood

Ser Simon Dondarrion

Though his castle was small and modest compared to the great halls of the realm, Lord Dondarrion was a splendid host and his son Simon played the high harp as well as he jousted, and entertained the royal couple by night with sad songs of star-crossed lovers and the fall of kings. So taken with him was the queen that the party lingered longer at Blackhaven than they had intended.

(...)

But the champion’s laurels went to the gallant and handsome Ser Simon Dondarrion of Blackhaven, who won the love of the commons and queen alike when he crowned Princess Daenerys as his queen of love and beauty.

—Fire & Blood

A young and handsome noble man that played the high harp as well as he jousted sounds like Sansa Stark’s ideal man. 

Also, the name Simon and the surname Dondarrion are very subtle references of Jon Snow, an idea that I’m developing in an unfinished meta. 

Ser Ryam Redwyne

Queen Alysanne knew in person to the famous knight Ser Ryam Redwyne: 

It was a time for celebration and celebrate they did, with a tourney at King’s Landing on the anniversary of the king’s coronation. Princess Daenerys and the Princes Aemon and Baelon shared the royal box with their mother and father, and reveled in the cheers of the crowd. On the field, the highlight of the competition was the brilliance of Ser Ryam Redwyne, the youngest son of Lord Manfryd Redwyne of the Arbor, Jaehaerys’s lord admiral and master of ships. In successive tilts, Ser Ryam unhorsed Ronnal Baratheon, Arthor Oakheart, Simon Dondarrion, Harys Hogg (Harry the Ham, to the commons), and two Kingsguard knights, Lorence Roxton and Lucamore Strong. When the young gallant trotted up to the royal box and crowned Good Queen Alysanne as his queen of love and beauty, the commons roared their approval.

—Fire & Blood

Later, Ser Ryam Redwyne served as Lord Commander of the Kingsguard under Jaehaerys I Targaryen and Viserys I Targaryen.

In Sansa’s case, while having a nightmare of the riot of King's Landing, Sansa wished to be saved by Ser Ryam Redwyne Florian the Fool, or Prince Aemon the Dragonknight, but none appear:

That night Sansa dreamed of the riot again. The mob surged around her, shrieking, a maddened beast with a thousand faces. Everywhere she turned she saw faces twisted into monstrous inhuman masks. She wept and told them she had never done them hurt, yet they dragged her from her horse all the same. "No," she cried, "no, please, don't, don't," but no one paid her any heed. She shouted for Ser Dontos, for her brothers, for her dead father and her dead wolf, for gallant Ser Loras who had given her a red rose once, but none of them came. She called for the heroes from the songs, for Florian and Ser Ryam Redwyne and Prince Aemon the Dragonknight, but no one heard. Women swarmed over her like weasels, pinching her legs and kicking her in the belly, and someone hit her in the face and she felt her teeth shatter. Then she saw the bright glimmer of steel. The knife plunged into her belly and tore and tore and tore, until there was nothing left of her down there but shiny wet ribbons.

—A Clash of Kings - Sansa IV

The only man that effectively, but unbeknownst for her, had fulfilled Sansa’s wishes for a hero, was Jon Snow: 

Frog-faced Lord Slynt sat at the end of the council table wearing a black velvet doublet and a shiny cloth-of-gold cape, nodding with approval every time the king pronounced a sentence. Sansa stared hard at his ugly face, remembering how he had thrown down her father for Ser Ilyn to behead, wishing she could hurt him, wishing that some hero would throw him down and cut off his head. But a voice inside her whispered, There are no heroes, and she remembered what Lord Petyr had said to her, here in this very hall. “Life is not a song, sweetling,” he’d told her. “You may learn that one day to your sorrow.” In life, the monsters win, she told herself, and now it was the Hound’s voice she heard, a cold rasp, metal on stone. “Save yourself some pain, girl, and give him what he wants.”

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa VI

“You are refusing to obey my order?” “You can stick your order up your bastard’s arse,” said Slynt, his jowls quivering. […] “As you will.” Jon nodded to Iron Emmett. “Please take Lord Janos to the Wall—” […] “—and hang him,” Jon finished. […] This is wrong, Jon thought. “Stop.” […] “I will not hang him,” said Jon. “Bring him here.” “Oh, Seven save us,” he heard Bowen Marsh cry out. The smile that Lord Janos Slynt smiled then had all the sweetness of rancid butter. Until Jon said, “Edd, fetch me a block,” and unsheathed Longclaw. […] The pale morning sunlight ran up and down his blade as Jon clasped the hilt of the bastard sword with both hands and raised it high. “If you have any last words, now is the time to speak them,” he said, expecting one last curse. Janos Slynt twisted his neck around to stare up at him. “Please, my lord. Mercy. I’ll … I’ll go, I will, I …” No, thought Jon. You closed that door. Longclaw descended. “Can I have his boots?” asked Owen the Oaf, as Janos Slynt’s head went rolling across the muddy ground. “They’re almost new, those boots. Lined with fur.”

—A Dance with Dragons - Jon II

WATER AND BREAD FOR THE SMALLFOLK

Alysanne procured clean water for the people of Kingslanding:

Queen Alysanne served each of them a tankard of river water at the next council meeting, and dared them to drink of it. The water went undrunk, but the wells and pipes were soon approved. Construction would require more than a dozen years, but in the end “the queen’s fountains” provided clean water for Kingslanders for many generations to come.

—Fire & Blood

Sansa made Joffrey gave some money to a poor woman with a death baby:  

Halfway along the route, a wailing woman forced her way between two watchmen and ran out into the street in front of the king and his companions, holding the corpse of her dead baby above her head. It was blue and swollen, grotesque, but the real horror was the mother's eyes. Joffrey looked for a moment as if he meant to ride her down, but Sansa Stark leaned over and said something to him. The king fumbled in his purse, and flung the woman a silver stag. The coin bounced off the child and rolled away, under the legs of the gold cloaks and into the crowd, where a dozen men began to fight for it. The mother never once blinked. Her skinny arms were trembling from the dead weight of her son.

—A Clash of Kings - Tyrion IX

But the people was hungry and wanted bread: 

From both sides of the street, the crowd surged against the spear shafts while the gold cloaks struggled to hold the line. Stones and dung and fouler things whistled overhead. “Feed us!” a woman shrieked. “Bread!” boomed a man behind her. “We want bread, bastard!”

—A Clash of Kings - Tyrion IX

Bread that Sansa would have given them, If she had it:

Tyrion called to her. “Are you hurt, Lady Sansa?” Blood was trickling down Sansa’s brow from a deep gash on her scalp. “They . . . they were throwing things . . . rocks and filth, eggs . . . I tried to tell them, I had no bread to give them”. 

—A Clash of Kings - Tyrion IX

In the Show they translated this Sansa’s line of dialogue to this one: “I would have given them bread if I had it.”  

Sansa, like Queen Alysanne, knew that love was a surer route to people’s loyalty than fear: 

“The night’s first traitors,” the queen said, “but not the last, I fear. Have Ser Ilyn see to them, and put their heads on pikes outside the stables as a warning.” As they left, she turned to Sansa. “Another lesson you should learn, if you hope to sit beside my son. Be gentle on a night like this and you’ll have treasons popping up all about you like mushrooms after a hard rain. The only way to keep your people loyal is to make certain they fear you more than they do the enemy.”

"I will remember, Your Grace," said Sansa, though she had always heard that love was a surer route to the people's loyalty than fear. If I am ever a queen, I'll make them love me.

—A Clash of Kings - Sansa VI

THE NORTH

Did you know that in the ASOIAF Books, Queen Alysanne is mostly mentioned in Stark POVs? Yes, she is. Queen Alysanne is mentioned by Jon, Bran, Catelyn and Sansa. You can also count Samwell Tarly in this list, because he is now a Black Brother of the Night’s Watch and Jon’s best friend. 

Jon, Bran and Samwell mention Good Queen Alysanne’s visit to the North and the Wall.

In Catelyn’s and Sansa’s case, they heard singers singing the song “Alysanne”, that according to Sansa is a sad song.  

Winterfell

In Winterfell Good Queen Alysanne met Lord Alaric Stark. A man that reminds me a lot of Stannis Baratheon:  

Alaric Stark

Alaric Stark was best left in Winterfell; a stubborn man by all reports, stern and hard-handed and unforgiving, he would make for an uncomfortable presence at the council table.  

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Lord Alaric had a flinty reputation; a hard man, people said, stern and unforgiving, tight-fisted almost to the point of being niggardly, humorless, joyless, cold. Even Theomore Manderly, who was his bannerman, had not disagreed; Stark was well respected in the North, he said, but not loved. Lord Manderly’s fool had put it elsewise. “Methinks Lord Alaric has not moved his bowels since he was twelve.”

(...)

Her reception at Winterfell did nothing to disabuse the queen’s fears as to what she might expect from House Stark. Even before dismounting to bend the knee, Lord Alaric looked askance at Her Grace’s clothing and said, “I hope you brought something warmer than that.” He then proceeded to declare that he did not want her dragon inside his walls. “I’ve not seen Harrenhal, but I know what happened there.” Her knights and ladies he would receive when they got here, “and the king too, if he can find the way,” but they should not overstay their welcome. “This is the North, and winter is coming. We cannot feed a thousand men for long.” When the queen assured him that only a tenth that number would be coming, Lord Alaric grunted and said, “That’s good. Fewer would be even better.” As had been feared, he was plainly unhappy that King Jaehaerys had not deigned to accompany her, and confessed to being uncertain how to entertain a queen. “If you are expecting balls and masques and dances, you have come to the wrong place.”

—Fire & Blood

Stannis Baratheon

"Robert can barely stomach his brothers. Not that I blame him. Stannis would be enough to give anyone indigestion."

—A Game of Thrones - Bran II

"Oh, a shred, surely," Littlefinger replied negligently. "Hear me out. Stannis is no friend of yours, nor of mine. Even his brothers can scarcely stomach him. The man is iron, hard and unyielding. He'll give us a new Hand and a new council, for a certainty. No doubt he'll thank you for handing him the crown, but he won't love you for it. And his ascent will mean war. Stannis cannot rest easy on the throne until Cersei and her bastards are dead. Do you think Lord Tywin will sit idly while his daughter's head is measured for a spike? Casterly Rock will rise, and not alone. Robert found it in him to pardon men who served King Aerys, so long as they did him fealty. Stannis is less forgiving. He will not have forgotten the siege of Storm's End, and the Lords Tyrell and Redwyne dare not. Every man who fought beneath the dragon banner or rose with Balon Greyjoy will have good cause to fear. Seat Stannis on the Iron Throne and I promise you, the realm will bleed.

—A Game of Thrones - Eddard XIII

A king's first duty is to defend the realm, and Mance attacked it. His Grace is not like to forget that. My father used to say that Stannis Baratheon was a just man. No one has ever said he was forgiving." 

—A Feast for Crows - Samwell I

"A boy he may be, my lord, but … King Robert was well loved, and most men still accept that Tommen is his son. The more they see of Lord Stannis the less they love him, and fewer still are fond of Lady Melisandre with her fires and this grim red god of hers. They complain."

—A Dance with Dragons - Jon III

At this point in ASOIAF, Stannis is in the North trying to take Winterfell from the Boltons. And as Queen Alysanne melted all the ice of Lord Alaric Stark, I think Sansa could do the same with Stannis Baratheon.  Sansa would easily befriend Princess Shireen as well:    

Even a lord as stern and flinty as Alaric Stark found himself helpless before Queen Alysanne’s stubborn charm.

(...)

The longer the queen stayed, the more Lord Alaric warmed to her, and in time Alysanne came to realize that not everything that was said of him was true. He was careful with his coin, but not niggardly; he was not humorless at all, though his humor had an edge to it, sharp as a knife; his sons and daughter and the people of Winterfell seemed to love him well enough. Once the initial frost had thawed, his lordship took the queen hunting after elk and wild boar in the wolfswood, showed her the bones of a giant, and allowed her to rummage as she pleased through his modest castle library. He even deigned to approach Silverwing, though warily. The women of Winterfell were taken by the queen’s charms as well, once they grew to know her; Her Grace became particularly close with Lord Alaric’s daughter, Alarra. 

—Fire & Blood

Night’s Watch

Alysanne then decided to visit the Night’s Watch:

In the North, Queen Alysanne grew restless with waiting, and decided to take her leave of Winterfell for a time and visit the men of the Night’s Watch at Castle Black.

—Fire & Blood

Once at Castle Black she met the Lord Commander: 

Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch, Lothor Burley, assembled eight hundred of his finest men to receive her. That night the black brothers feasted the queen on mammoth meat, washed down with mead and stout.

—Fire & Blood

Lothor Burley sounds pretty much like Lothor Brune, another of Sansa’s protector.

Curiously enough, Queen Alysanne had this exchange with Lord Commander Burley:

Burley was apologetic for the quality of the food and drink presented to the queen, and the rudeness of the accommodations at Castle Black. “We do what we can, Your Grace,” the Lord Commander explained, “but our beds are hard, our halls are cold, and our food—”

“—is nourishing,” the queen finished. “And that is all that I require. It will please me to eat as you do.”

—Fire & Blood

This exchange is very similar to the one between Sansa Stark and “Lord Commander” Edd Tollet during Season 6 of the Show:

Edd Tollet: Sorry about the food. It’s not what we’re known for. 

Sansa Stark: That’s alright. There are more important things. 

From Snowgate to Queensgate  

Queen Alysanne left her mark in the Night’s Watch forever: 

Above all else, a queen must know how to listen,” Alysanne Targaryen often said. At Castle Black, she proved those words. She listened, she heard, and she won the eternal devotion of the men of the Night’s Watch by her actions. She understood the need for a castle between Snowgate and Icemark, she told Lord Burley, but the Nightfort was crumbling, overlarge, and surely ruinous to heat. The Watch should abandon it, she said, and build a smaller castle farther to the east. Lord Burley could not disagree…but the Night’s Watch lacked the coin to build new castles, he said. Alysanne had anticipated that objection. She would pay for the castle herself, she told the Lord Commander, and pledged her jewels to cover the cost. “I have a good many jewels,” she said.

It would take eight years to raise the new castle, which would bear the name of Deep Lake. Outside its main hall, a statue of Alysanne Targaryen stands to this very day. The Nightfort was abandoned even before Deep Lake was completed, as the queen had wished. Lord Commander Burley also renamed Snowgate castle in her honor, as Queensgate.

—Fire & Blood

This is an action that Sansa could easily replicate as Queen in the North. House Stark was always a friend of the Night’s Watch. And as Queen in the North Sansa would probably have statues to honor her all along the North.

Also the “Snow” gate becoming the “Queen” gate gives me a lot of Jon and Sansa romantic vibes.

A New Gift 

Queen Alysanne proposed a New Gift: 

Lord Stark and King Jaehaerys would never be fast friends; the shade of Walton Stark remained between them to the end. It was only through Queen Alysanne’s good offices that they ever found accord. The queen had visited Brandon’s Gift, the lands south of the Wall that Brandon the Builder had granted to the Watch for their support and sustenance. “It is not enough,” she told the king. “The soil is thin and stony, the hills unpopulated. The Watch lacks for coin, and when winter comes they will lack for food as well.” The answer she proposed was a New Gift, a further strip of land south of Brandon’s Gift.

The notion did not please Lord Alaric; though a strong friend to the Night’s Watch, he knew that the lords who presently held the lands in question would object to them being given away without their leave. “I have no doubt that you can persuade them, Lord Alaric,” the queen said. And finally, charmed by her as ever, Alaric Stark agreed that, aye, he could. And so it came to pass that the size of the Gift was doubled with a stroke.

—Fire & Blood

Jon remembers Ned Stark’s wishes for the New Gift:

Your brothers will not like it, no more than your father's lords, but I mean to allow the wildlings through the Wall . . . those who will swear me their fealty, pledge to keep the king's peace and the king's laws, and take the Lord of Light as their god. Even the giants, if those great knees of theirs can bend. I will settle them on the Gift, once I have wrested it away from your new Lord Commander. When the cold winds rise, we shall live or die together. It is time we made alliance against our common foe." He looked at Jon. "Would you agree?"

"My father dreamed of resettling the Gift," Jon admitted. "He and my uncle Benjen used to talk of it." He never thought of settling it with wildlings, though . . . but he never rode with wildlings, either. He did not fool himself; the free folk would make for unruly subjects and dangerous neighbors. Yet when he weighed Ygritte's red hair against the cold blue eyes of the wights, the choice was easy. "I agree."

—A Storm of Swords - Jon XI

This is something Sansa would do as Queen in the North, to fulfill Ned’s wishes, either with the wildlings or northern people, or both.

Also, take note how Jon is always choosing the redhead girl over a threat to the realm and humanity... After all, Jon is the shield that guards the realms of men.    

The Wall and Beyond

Finally, to finish the North section, we have that Queen Alysanne’s reaction to the Wall and the lands beyond, is very similar to the reaction Jon Snow imagines Sansa would have to that sight:  

Her first sight of the Wall from above took Alysanne’s breath away, Her Grace would later tell the king.

—Fire & Blood

The pale pink light of dawn sparkled on branch and leaf and stone. Every blade of grass was carved from emerald, every drip of water turned to diamond. Flowers and mushrooms alike wore coats of glass. Even the mud puddles had a bright brown sheen. Through the shimmering greenery, the black tents of his brothers were encased in a fine glaze of ice.

So there is magic beyond the Wall after all. He found himself thinking of his sisters, perhaps because he'd dreamed of them last night. Sansa would call this an enchantment, and tears would fill her eyes at the wonder of it, but Arya would run out laughing and shouting, wanting to touch it all.

—A Clash of Kings - Jon III

And this passage about Alysanne ride atop the Wall from Snowgate to the Nightfort and the descending to the ruinous castle, reminds me a lot of Sansa’s descending from the Eyrie to the Gates of the Moon:  

Lord Commander Burley himself took the queen into the haunted forest (with a hundred rangers riding escort). When Alysanne expressed the wish to see some of the other forts along the Wall, the First Ranger Benton Glover led her west atop the Wall, past Snowgate to the Nightfort, where they made their descent and spent the night. The ride, the queen decided, was as breathtaking a journey as she had ever experienced, “as exhilarating as it was cold, though the wind up there blows so strongly that I feared it was about to sweep us off the Wall.” The Nightfort itself she found grim and sinister. “It is so huge the men seem dwarfed by it, like mice in a ruined hall,” she told Jaehaerys, “and there is a darkness there…a taste in the air…I was so glad to leave that place.”

—Fire & Blood

"Ser Sweetrobin," Lord Robert said, and Alayne knew that she dare not wait for Mya to return. She helped the boy dismount, and hand in hand they walked out onto the bare stone saddle, their cloaks snapping and flapping behind them. All around was empty air and sky, the ground falling away sharply to either side. There was ice underfoot, and broken stones just waiting to turn an ankle, and the wind was howling fiercely. It sounds like a wolf, thought Sansa. A ghostwolf, big as mountains.

—A Feast for Crows - Alayne II

I HOPE MY HUSBAND FALLS OFF HIS HORSE

This is just a funny parallel:

What do those “highborn ladies do whilst their lords are out deflowering maidens? Do they sew? Sing? Pray? Were it me, I might pray my lord husband fell off his horse and broke his neck coming home.” 

—Fire & Blood

Those lords Alysanne was referring to sounds very much like Harry the Heir: 

A lady's armor is her courtesy. Alayne could feel the blood rushing to her face. No tears, she prayed. Please, please, I must not cry. "As you wish, ser. And now if you will excuse me, Littlefinger's bastard must find her lord father and let him know that you have come, so we can begin the tourney on the morrow." And may your horse stumble, Harry the Heir, so you fall on your stupid head in your first tilt. She showed the Waynwoods a stone face as they blurted out awkward apologies for their companion. When they were done she turned and fled.

—The Winds of Winter - Alayne I

Sassy Queens!

A FEMALE RULER

A ruler needs a good head and a true heart. A cock is not essential. —Alysanne Targaryen

Queen Alysanne wanted a female Targaryen ruler. She really wanted it. She tried. She failed.    

This is a bit hypocrite tho... Since Alyssa, Jaehaerys and Alysanne herself wronged Rhaena and her claim to the throne, but still...

You could argue Jaehaerys and Alysanne ruled together, but despite the great influence and counsel of Queen Alysanne, she was not the ruler. Jaehaerys was. Alysanne was only the Queen consort.

Alysanne wished for her daughter Daenerys to be Queen, but Jaehaerys wanted a male heir to succeed him on the throne, so he chose his son Aemon:

“She is so clever, she will be reading to me before long,” she told the king. “She is going to be a great queen, I know it.”

(...)

Jaehaerys loved all three children fiercely, but from the moment Aemon was born, the king began to speak of him as his heir, to Queen Alysanne’s displeasure. “Daenerys is older,” she would remind His Grace. “She is first in line; she should be queen.” The king would never disagree, except to say, “She shall be queen, when she and Aemon marry. They will rule together, just as we have.” But Benifer could see that the king’s words did not entirely please the queen, as he noted in his letters.

—Fire & Blood

Alysanne also wished for her granddaughter Rhaenys to be Queen, she was the only child of the heir to the throne, Prince Aemon, but Jaehaerys wanted a male heir to succeed him on the throne, so he named Prince Baelon, Aemon’s younger brother, the Prince of Dragonstone:

Baelon, a seasoned knight of thirty-five, was better suited for rule than the eighteen-year-old Princess Rhaenys or her unborn babe (who might or might not be a boy, whereas Prince Baelon had already sired two healthy sons, Viserys and Daemon). The love of the commons for Baelon the Brave was also cited.

(...)

The most prominent dissenter was Good Queen Alysanne, who had helped her husband rule the Seven Kingdoms for many years, and now saw her son’s daughter being passed over because of her sex. “A ruler needs a good head and a true heart,” she famously told the king. “A cock is not essential.”

(...)

The queen died of a wasting illness in 100 AC, at the age of four-and-sixty, still insisting that her granddaughter Rhaenys and her children had been unfairly cheated of their rights. 

Sansa Stark has a lot of Queen foreshadowing and imagery around her and she could be the one female ruler to defeat patriarchy in ASOIAF.  

SARA SNOW

Let me tell you about a northern girl, the mysterious bastard girl from Winterfell, a wolf girl called Sara Snow:

But we turn to Mushroom to find the tales other chronicles omit, nor does he fail us now. His account introduces a young maiden, or “wolf girl” as he dubs her, with the name of Sara Snow. So smitten was Prince Jacaerys with this creature, a bastard daughter of the late Lord Rickon Stark, that he lay with her of a night. On learning that his guest had claimed the maidenhead of his bastard sister, Lord Cregan became most wroth, and only softened when Sara Snow told him that the prince had taken her for his wife. They had spoken their vows in Winterfell’s own godswood before a heart tree, and only then had she given herself to him, wrapped in furs amidst the snows as the old gods looked on.

This makes for a charming story, to be sure, but as with many of Mushroom’s fables, it seems to partake more of a fool’s fevered imaginings than of historical truth. Jacaerys Velaryon had been betrothed to his cousin Baela since he was four and she was two, and from all we know of his character, it seems most unlikely that he would break such a solemn agreement to protect the uncertain virtue of some half-wild, unwashed northern bastard. If indeed there ever lived a Sara Snow, and if indeed the Prince of Dragonstone perchanced to dally with her, that is no more than other princes have done in the past, and will do on the morrow, but to talk of marriage is preposterous.

(Mushroom also claims that Vermax left a clutch of dragon’s eggs at Winterfell, which is equally absurd. Whilst it is true that determining the sex of a living dragon is a nigh on impossible task, no other source mentions Vermax producing so much as a single egg, so it must be assumed that he was male. Septon Barth’s speculation that the dragons change sex at need, being “as mutable as flame,” is too ludicrous to consider.)

This we do know: Cregan Stark and Jacaerys Velaryon reached an accord, and signed and sealed the agreement that Grand Maester Munkun calls “the Pact of Ice and Fire” in his True Telling. Like many such pacts, it was to be sealed with a marriage. Lord Cregan’s son, Rickon, was a year old. Prince Jacaerys was as yet unmarried and childless, but it was assumed that he would sire children of his own once his mother sat the Iron Throne. Under the terms of the pact, the prince’s firstborn daughter would be sent north at the age of seven, to be fostered at Winterfell until such time as she was old enough to marry Lord Cregan’s heir.

—Fire & Blood

How is Sara Snow connected with Queen Alysanne and Sansa Stark?

At this point in ASOIAF, Sansa Stark is under the disguise of Alayne Stone, a bastard girl, like Sara Snow.  Both young maidens, and both were called wolf girls: 

The green knight laughed again. "Barristan the Old, you mean. Don't flatter him too sweetly, child, he thinks overmuch of himself already." He smiled at her. "Now, wolf girl, if you can put a name to me as well, then I must concede that you are truly our Hand's daughter."

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa I

And regarding Queen Alysanne, Sara Snow is linked with her through their husbands. 

According to Mushroom, Sara Snow married a Targaryen Prince in secret. And who was this Targaryen Prince? It was Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, the older son of Rhaenyra Targaryen, the Prince of Dragonstone, Heir to the Iron Throne.

Prince Jacaerys Velaryon was a Targaryen Prince with brown hair (Like Jon Snow). He was probable a bastard (Like Jon Snow) son of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Ser Harwin Strong, called Breakbones.

Curiously enough, Jacaerys Velaryon supposed father, Laenor Velaryon wanted to name him Joffrey (Like Sansa’s first betrothed Joffrey Baratheon, also a bastard).

Jacaerys is a traditional Velaryon name. House Velaryon is of Valyrian descent, and its members often have Valyrian features, such as silver hair, purple eyes, and pale skin. But as I said before, Jacaerys had brown hair, like Jon Snow.

Also, Jacaerys sounds like the Velaryon version of Jaehaerys. The short for Jacaerys was Jace. 

Sara Snow and Jacaerys Velaryon married in secret like Alysanne and Jaehaerys. 

Alysanne and Jaehaerys eloped because their mother planned to marry Alysanne with Orryn Baratheon (This is also parallel with Rhaegar and Lyanna).  

Jacaerys Velaryon was already betrothed with his cousin Baela Targaryen. Jacaerys Velaryon broke that vow to marry Sara Snow in secret.

These two couples Sara Snow & Jacaerys Velaryon and Alysanne and Jaehaerys Targaryen are two similar versions of Rhaegar and Lyanna, a Targaryen Prince with a Stark maiden or, in Alysanne case, a maiden that reminds us of a Stark one. All three secret marriages that broke a previous betrothal.

Curiously enough, Cregan Stark (Sara Snow’s brother) and Jacaerys Velaryon  signed “the Pact of Ice and Fire”, a pact sealed with a marriage, a marriage between the Stark Heir (Cregan’s son) with a Velaryon/Targaryen Princess (Jacaerys’ daughter).  

Under the terms of the pact, Jacaerys’ firstborn daughter would be sent north at the age of seven, to be fostered at Winterfell until such time as she was old enough to marry Lord Cregan’s heir.

That pact never happened because Jacaerys Velaryon died childless.

Mushroom said that Vermax (Jacaerys’ dragon) left a clutch of dragon’s eggs at Winterfell. This could have meant that Sara Snow (Jacaerys’ wife) was already pregnant with Jacaerys’ first child and if that child were a girl, she must have married her cousin Rickon Stark. But that never happened.

What did happen was that Jon Snow, the son of a Targaryen Prince with a Stark Maiden, was raised at Winterfell, next to his cousin Sansa Stark, older daughter of Lord Eddard Stark, with whom he can fulfill the “the Pact of Ice and Fire”. 

Rhaegar himself probably tried to fulfill “the Pact of Ice and Fire” with Lyanna Stark. And Jon Snow would be the fruit of that fulfillment, a son of Ice and Fire. 

Here you can read more about Jace & Sara.

ALYSANNE “BLACK ALY” BLACKWOOD

Alysanne Blackwood, also known as Black Aly, is not very similar to Queen Alysanne or Sansa Stark. She was a woman more like Arya Stark. In summary: Not a Lady.

But Alysanne Blackwood became the second wife of Lord Cregan Stark, wich made her Lady Stark, Lady Alysanne Stark.

RICKON STARK

Lord Cregan Stark had a son with his first wife Arra Norrey, a boy named Rickon Stark. And little Rickon sang for the new Lady Stark:

The wedding itself was said to be splendid, however; Black Aly and her wolf pledged their troth before the heart tree in Winterfell’s icy godswood. At the feast afterward, four-year-old Rickon, Lord Cregan’s son by his first wife, sang a song for his new stepmother.

—Fire & Blood

This will probably never happen, but imagine our little Rickon Stark singing for his sister-mother Sansa Stark... But our beloved Rickon is a wild wolf pup so he would probably howl instead of sing, after all: 

“The Starks know no music but the howling of wolves.” —A Game of Thrones - Catelyn V

SANSARA TARLY

If you thought that all this similar/linked names are just a coincidence, that Sara Snow has nothing to do with Queen Alysanne and Sansa Stark, now let me tell you about “more coincidences”, let me tell you about Sansara Tarly.

In Fire & Blood, during the searching for King Aegon III second wife, we meet a character named Sansara Tarly:

Perhaps the boldest letter came from the irrepressible Lady Samantha of Oldtown, who declared that her sister Sansara (of House Tarly) “is spirited and strong, and has read more books than half the maesters in the Citadel” whilst her good-sister Bethany (of House Hightower) was “very beautiful, with smooth soft skin and lustrous hair and the sweetest manner,” though also “lazy and somewhat stupid, truth be told, though some men seem to like that in a wife.” She concluded by suggesting that perhaps King Aegon should marry both of them, “one to rule beside him, as Queen Alysanne did King Jaehaerys, and one to bed and breed.” 

—Fire & Blood

Sansara is literally a combination of Sansa and Sara.

Sansara is from House Tarly, and our beloved Samwell Tarly is, what I call, a Male!Sansa:

Yes, it’s just amazing how similar Sansa Stark and Samwell Tarly are. They have a lot of common interests and they sure would be the best of friends:

Whatever pride his lord father might have felt at Samwell’s birth vanished as the boy grew up plump, soft, and awkward. Sam loved to listen to music and make his own songs, to wear soft velvets, to play in the castle kitchen beside the cooks, drinking in the rich smells as he snitched lemon cakes and blueberry tarts. His passions were books and kittens and dancing, clumsy as he was.

—A Game of Thrones - Jon IV

Sam remembered the last time he’d sung the song with his mother, to lull baby Dickon to sleep. His father had heard their voices and come barging in, angry. “I will have no more of that,” Lord Randyll told his wife harshly. “You ruined one boy with those soft septon’s songs, do you mean to do the same to this babe?” Then he looked at Sam and said, “Go sing to your sisters, if you must sing. I don’t want you near my son.”

—A Storm of Swords - Samwell III

And during a few passages in the ASOIAF Books you can read how Samwell prays to the Mother: “Mother have mercy, Mother have mercy, Mother have mercy.”, just like Sansa. 

It is said that Sansara Tarly “has read more books than half the maesters in the Citadel”. This is a direct connection to Queen Alysanne, another book lover that could have been a Maester of the Citadel; and also to Samwell Tarly who is actually studying at the Citadel to become a Maester (Thanks to Jon Snow). Another book lover? Yes, Sansa Stark.     

Sansa - Alayne - Alysanne - Sara - Sansara

What an interesting chain of names George, all of them connected, so subtle of you:  

SANSA’S bastard name is ALAYNE  

ALAYNE can be formed removing a letter S and one letter N from ALYSANNE    

SARA was called WOLF GIRL like SANSA

SARA is a bastard like ALAYNE 

SARA married in secret with JACAERYS just like ALYSANNE married in secret with JAEHAERYS (Also JACAERYS = JAEHAERYS) 

ALYSANNE “Black Aly” Blackwood married Lord Cregan Stark and became LADY STARK, LADY ALYSANNE STARK 

SANSARA is a combination of SANSA and SARA

SANSARA is from House Tarly, like Samwell Tarly who is a Male!Sansa

SANSARA is as cultured and well read as ALYSANNE (Also like Samwell and Sansa) 

GRRM chooses the names of his characters very carefully. For example, here is what he has said about the Stark Sisters’ Names:     

The names Arya and Sansa are meant to represent the polar opposites of their characters, Arya being a hard sounding name, Sansa a softer more pretty name, etc. [Source]

After all of this, if GRRM decides to name a next character of the ASOIAF Universe: ‘ALYSANSA’, I would not be surprised.  

I rest my case.  

[lookninjas]

So this is the piece I wrote for the last issue of FUCKIT, and I’m posting it here for a couple of reasons.  A -- I always kind of wanted to and it’s mine, so I’ll do what I want.  B -- As a word count case study, this is 1309 words or so, and it’s about four pages long.  Which seems bad, but it also depends on how I format, what font I choose, and honestly this last issue was 32 pages and still pretty slender, so my point is don’t stress the length too much unless you’re at, like, 5,000+, in which case we’ll have to have a discussion about giving you your own little thing. 

And then, C -- if anyone out there feels like what they wrote is too off-the-cuff or messy or goes into too many tangents or just isn’t formal enough or whatever:

This is what I deliberately chose to write, as the person making the zine.  This is what I felt best encapsulated the feeling of FUCKIT.  And honestly, even though I almost kind of cringe at some of it, I still feel that way.  We are saying FUCKIT.  This is the point.

So:

The problem is wanting to write the perfect thing. 

The problem is wanting to write the perfect thing when your subject inherently is imperfection.  The glorious messiness of life in all its bitterness, all its frustrated lashing out and bad decisions, too much and then again not enough and then too much again, petty jealous miserable misanthropic messy messy messy because at the same time I still want to somehow get it right.  To be understood.  To make some kind of a damn sense. 

It's hard.

Of course it's hard.  Every damn thing is hard.

That's not the point.

Anyway.  This is a tribute to Robert Smith.

It isn't just that Trent Reznor probably said it all first, and arguably said it better.  It's the problem of saying any of it without it coming off worse than it should.  It is 2019 and at no point are any of us to aspire to be any less than our best selves.  To live our best lives.  Instagrammable soups in designer bowls we got for cheap on Amazon with free next-day delivery and I swear to God I will get to the point here soon I'm just trying to establish some context. 

So. 

For context: I am a forty year-old woman aging awkwardly in a world I understand less with every passing day.  And I don't mean antifa, and I don't mean memes, and I don't mean this modern music or the clothes or the slang or the tattoos or the funny hair colors.  I mean, mostly, contouring.  Contouring and everyone's weirdly identical eyebrows.  The fetishization of names like Apple.  And Tesla.  Mindfulness.  Fucking mindfulness.  And manifesting.  What the fuck is manifesting and why the fuck does Alyssa Milano think that's the way for us to get the game show host out of office and for the fucking record how the fuck did the game show host wind up in office and what the fuck made the United Kingdom go "Oh, we've got one of those!  Let's elect him Prime Minister!" and why the fuck does Alyssa Milano (Alyssa Milano!) think we should instead be manifesting into office a goddamn faith healer with a Course In Fucking Miracles and why the fuck am I supposed to care what Alyssa Milano (Alyssa fucking Milano!) thinks to begin with and how much of this can I blame on John Mayer because I'm fucking blaming some of it on him at least fuck you and your Waiting for the World to Change, Johnny-boy, fuck you straight to Hell --

But Robert Smith still exists, and I guess that means there's hope for us yet. A specific kind of hope. 

Black-clad.  Hair a graying bird's nest of tangles.  Eyeliner unfashionably heavy, lipstick smeared, guitar festooned with stickers like the hatchback of my niece's hand-me-down Subaru.  Bursting into tears at the end of a concert, bursting into tears in the middle of "Disintegration," bursting into tears because boys might not cry but Robert Smith goddamn does and I guess if he does, then maybe it's okay if I do too.  Maybe I can go back to dying my hair black if I want to, maybe I can wear eyeliner if that's the mood of the day, maybe I can pile on jewelry or maybe not, maybe I can do what the fuck I want to because Robert Smith goddamn does and he is perfectly fine.  Better than fine.  Robert Smith got inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame by Trent fucking Reznor, and I get that that's never going to be my life story (I'd have to take up an instrument other than euphonium, for starters), but still. 

Maybe I don't have to think about the right way to age, the right way to eat, the right way to shower or take a nap or tie my shoes.  Maybe I don't have to compete against my weird imaginary Best Self living her Best Life in total wellness and inner peace, this race I can never win, this high score I can never catch up to.  Maybe I can just, you know, be a fucking person.  Human and strange and spiky and flawed.  And it's okay.  I'm okay.  So are you, while we're at it.  We're not okay, but you know, we still are.

Maybe this still isn't the best way to explain it.

Maybe it's the only way there is.

*

It's hard.  All of it is hard. 

That's not the point, but then again it is, too.

Look at your imaginary Best Self, living their imaginary Best Life.  Looks pretty easy, doesn't it?  Looks like it all just kind of happens without trying.  Without smudging the makeup, without rumpling the clothes or messing up the hair. No unflattering wrinkles, no bulges distorting the line of the dress.  Simple and clean.

Now look at Robert Smith.  Rumpled, messy hair, smeared lipstick, thick black eyeliner.  Living his life, his only fucking life, and tell me it's not a hell of a life?  It sure as fuck is.  Married to the girl he fell for as a teenager, still in a band with his best friend, still in the Cure after over 40 years of it, playing festivals, recording music, maybe even releasing it someday (we kid because we love, Robert).  No one could accuse him of making it look easy; looking back, it sometimes seems a hell of a lot harder than it should've been.  But you know, he fucking got there.  On his own terms, in his own inimitable style, he got there.

Doesn't it all kind of make the whole Perfection Quest seem kind of pointless?  A distraction at best, a modern-day Soma at worst?  I'm not saying don't do what makes you happy, just -- do what makes you happy, not what you think will make you happy at some point in some future where you've finally got your shit together.  Where you've completed every quest, beaten every boss, finished every level.  Because we don't.  Or I don't think we do.  I don't think we get our shit together.  I don't think we ever feel adult, or mature, or ready. I don't think it ever gets easy.

I don't think you ever say it the way you mean to.

I don't think that's the point.

*

The point is that, sometime over the summer, YouTube suggested I watch a video of the Cure performing at Glastonbury, and I did, and it hasn't been the same since then.  Or rather, it's been more the same than it ever has.  Or both at once.  Or neither.  It's hard to say.  A lot of things are.

The point is that it helped. 

The point is that it's still hard, and it's always going to be hard, and that doesn't really matter and then at the same time it absolutely does.

The point is, go listen to "Fight" if you need to.  Go listen to "Faith" if you need to.  Go listen to "Friday I'm in Love" if you need to.

Wear black or don't.  Smear your lipstick or fill it in perfect with a brush or don't wear any.  Listen to the Cure.  Listen to Lizzo.  Listen to the birds or the river or the wind howling against the windows or top fucking 40 radio.  Be as clean as you want, be as messy as you need to, be the you that is you right now and not any other imaginary you because that you doesn't exist and it never will.  Live the life that you are living right now because that's the only life you get and it might be the worst sometimes but at the same time it is still the best.  It is the only.

Write something, even if it's not as perfect as it ought to be.

And fuck the point, anyway.  

[spider-boi]

So This Is Love [1]

Cinderella!AU

Summary: Y/N is heavily mistreated in her household. Prince Peter has to find a bride to become the queen of the kingdom.

AN: So this came to me while I was watching the cinematic masterpiece that is Cinderella (2015) and i literally love it so much so I got inspired to write this and yes this will be a series!!!!!  Yay!!!!!! 

Peter Parker x Reader

“May I have this dance?” His silky sweet voice rung in my ears. He offered his hand to me.

“You may.” I smiled at him. I gently took his larger hand and he immediately gripped it tight. He brought my hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it. I blushed. He pulled me closer to him and held my waist. We danced to the sweet music around us. He guided me across the dancefloor while my gown swished around me.

The whole time we stared at each other, a certain glint in his eye. I rested my cheek against his shoulder, sighing in content. He placed a kiss to my temple and smiled widely. I could stay in this moment forever.

“Y/N,”

“Hmm?” I lifted my head from his shoulder.

“I love you.” My smile couldn’t get any wider.

“I love you too.”

We leaned in, slowly. I could hear a call of my name in the distance but I was too distracted to notice. Just a few more inches until our lips would touch.

Just.

A little.

Bit.

More.

“Y/N!”

I shot up from my bed, breathing heavily. It was just a dream. Of course it was. My old, dusty room greeted my sleepy eyes.

“Y/N! Come down here this instant!” My stepmother called for me quite angrily.

“Coming, stepmother!” I desperately called back as if that would diffuse her anger. Moving quickly, I changed and fixed my hair back with a ribbon. I threw the door open and flew down the stairs from the attic to the dining room. The door to the hall was right in front of me but I hesitated to open it. I knew what would happen if I went inside but I had to be strong. Deep breaths, Y/N. Deep breaths. With that thought, I pushed the door open.

“Good morning, stepmother.” I placed my hands behind my back. My stepmother stood across me. Arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed. She stared at me for a good minute before she sighed and smiled.

“Good morning, Y/N.” She said. “Did you have a lovely slumber?” Why was she being so nice?

“I-I did, stepmother.” I stuttered. Her gaze made me feel very self-conscious.

“That’s good, that’s good.” Stepmother moved to stand behind the dining table. She placed her hands on top of one of the tall chairs. “I always do love the feeling after a lovely slumber. But do you what’s even better than that, dear Y/N?” She raised her eyebrow at me.

“N-no, stepmother.”

“A filling breakfast is, dear..” I sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of the empty table. Waking up late caused me to fail to make breakfast early. “So, my question is, why is breakfast not ready?”

“I-I just had to clean the garden last night after dinner and did not get to bed til very early in the morning.”

“Excuses, excuses. That’s all I hear from you. After all I’ve done for you, Y/N. This is how you repay me?” Stepmother challenged.

“N-no, of course not, stepmother. I-I apologize.”

“Apology not accepted. Now, go make breakfast before my daughters come down.” She flicked her hand in the direction of the kitchen. I mumbled another apology before shuffling to the kitchen.

“Useless servant. Why do I keep her here anyways?” I heard stepmother’s voice get softer. Tears formed in my eyes but I refused to let them fall. I rushed to make breakfast for my so-called family. After mother died, father remarried a duchess from the next town over. She moved in with us and brought along her two daughters, Alyssa and Diana. And when my father…passed away, Stepmother used all of our money to throw parties in our home. After that, I’d become the family servant. No time to cry over what’s done, Y/N.

“Y/N! I’m hungry!” Alyssa cried.

“Coming Alyssa!” I balanced all the plates in my arms. Being careful, I walked as fast as I could. “Bring me extra pastries!” Diana ordered. I sighed and went back to get Diana a plate of pastries. Plates in hand, I entered the dining room once more. My stepsisters were sat on either side of my stepmother. I placed the plates on the table and began to set the table.

“Finally. I’m starving.” Alyssa complained.

“Sorry Alyssa.”

“Could you move any slower, sister? It’s like watching a snail trying to run away from a toad!”  Diana added.

“Moving as fast as I can, Diana.” I put the pastries in the middle of the table.

“Are you talking back to your sister, Y/N?” Stepmother taunted.

“O-of course not, stepmother.” I wiped my sweaty hands on my apron.

“It sounded like you were. Apologize.” She commanded.

“I-I wasn’t talking back to her-”

“Apologize!” Stepmother screamed. I jumped.

“I’m s-sorry, Diana.”

Diana smirked and continued to slice the pastry on her plate. Alyssa and her shared a knowing look. They lived on stepmother giving me a hard time.

“Good. Now get out of my sight, you worthless peasant. I should’ve given you away when your father died.”

I left after that. Tears streaming down my face. I grabbed a pastry and left to take a walk in the woods. The only place where I could get some peace and quiet. I wiped away my tears and searched for my special sanctuary. My special sanctuary was this small pond in the middle of the forest. I’d found it when I left the house after one of stepmother’s outbursts.

After walking for awhile, I found the small pond. The trees and flowers surrounding it made the place feel peaceful and calm. Approaching it, I took off my shoes and sat down beside the water. I slipped my feet into the clear water, feeling the coolness of it. All I could hear was the chirping of the birds and the soft rustle of the leaves as they danced in the wind. All was calm then it wasn’t.

The sounds of hooves against the ground filled the once quiet forest. I stood up and shook off the water from my feet. Placing my shoes firmly back on my feet, I stood beside the tree and watched as a group of royal huntsmen chased after a moose. I instantly felt sadness for the poor animal.

I heard another wave of galloping horses from behind me. I turned around and realized it was only one horse. The man riding, said horse spotted me.

“Miss, are you lost?” He called out to me. The man moved closer to me and hopped off of his horse. As he came closer, I realized how handsome he was. Perfectly combed hair, high cheekbones, chiseled jaw, broad shoulders. Oh my…

But what struck me the most, were his kind eyes. He seemed genuinely concerned for me. It was rude to stare but I couldn’t take my eyes off of the handsome stranger.

“Miss?”

“Oh, sorry.” I said, slightly flustered. “I’m not lost. Well, not accidentally.”

“So, you’re running away.” He smirked. That made my heart beat faster.

“Just for the morning. I have to go back before lunch hour.”

“Oh. Allow me to apologize for disturbing you then.” He raised his hands in defense.

“You’re not disturbing me actually.” I bit my lip. He raised his brow and shook his head, smiling at the ground.

“So, what is a beautiful lady, like yourself, running away from?”

I blushed at his words. No one has ever told me that I was beautiful.

“Everything?” I said, vaguely.

“Care to elaborate?” I had clearly peaked his interest.

“I only just met you, sir. I don’t think I can tell you my life story just yet.” I joked.

“You don’t know who I am?” He looked a little surprised.

“Should I?” He chuckled.

“My apologies, miss. How would anyone know me? I’m just a simple apprentice.” He chuckled, nervously. “But I guess I’ll have to see you again to find out, now do I?” He took a step closer to me, not once breaking eye contact with me.

“I suppose so.”

Me and the stranger held each other’s gaze. His eyes eventually left mine to scan my face. For some reason, I didn’t feel self-conscious under this man’s gaze. I peered down at his well-pressed suit and sparing a glance towards the royal crest on his horse’s chest. I met his kind eyes once more. His smile immensely contagious. He opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by his horse neighing very loudly. The man jumped off the ground in surprise, making me giggle.

“That horse definitely has a mouth on him, doesn’t he?” The man pointed at his horse, a little red in the face.

“He does.” I played along.

“There you are!” A voice interrupted us. The royal huntsmen were approaching us. The voice seemed to come from the older man riding in the front. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you, Your Hi-”

“Peter! It’s Peter! It’s Peter.” The last time he said to me. Peter…

The older man smirked. “Well, it’s time we head back now, Peter.”

“I’ll be there in a minute.” He waved him off, keeping his gaze on me. I smiled at him. “I will see you again right?”

“If you can find me.” I joked.

“I’ll make sure I do.” He held out his hand for me to take. I placed mine in his slightly calloused ones. Feeling immediate sparks, I tensed up. I felt him tense too. Peter recovered earlier than I did, lifting my hand towards his mouth and placing a gentle kiss on the back of it. Just like my dream. I sighed, contently.

“You should get back to your group.” Feeling his hand tighten around mine.

“I should. Do you require assistance going back to your home?”

“I think I’ll be fine.”

Peter nodded and released my hand from his grip. He returned to his horse and mounted on it. Taking one last look at me, he saluted to which I responded with a coy wave. In a minute, he was gone from my view. Just the soft sounds of horses neighing in the distance reminded me that that was real.

The walk back to the house felt like I was floating on a cloud. I spun around, admiring the trees and feeling the wind in my hair. I plucked a small flower from the ground and smelled its sweet scent. Everything seemed sweeter and brighter. Even the sight of the house didn’t damper my bliss.

Oh, Peter. I hope I see you again. I thought. A silly smile still played on my lips. I wished to relive that moment. Even if it’s just in a dream.

“Y/N! Where are you?” I heard Alyssa scream for me. I sighed.

I guess dreams had to wait. There were still chores to be done.

Next

[charmre]

It's slow goings, but slow progress is still progress!!

Finished my second shrine after exploring the island it was on for a bit, learned about fusing items, beat the shrine's little mini- boss, entered some caves and mines, found new materials (namely the brightbloom(?) and peppers(?) that ignite when struck), finally learned to use fans to propel myself around the place, and made it out of the one mine via mine cart and fan!!

I'm on the above level of the one set of mines, and just talked to the one construct about the zonai capsule dispenser. Next, I have to help the second korok that needs to get to its friend, and then explore the island I'm on more before tackling the next region of ice! But that'll be for next time, time to sleep now -u-

[underdrag]

Original Story! Life of the Organization Chapter 3!

Listen. Before you read this, just know this: I want to change the way all the chapters are written at some point, but for now I just write down the main idea and plot of the chapters. I’ve had too much trouble with writing these, and it’s taking a while to write them. Yes, there will be cringy bits. Yes, it sounds rushed near the end. So, I will say sorry for that. I at least hope you will enjoy this, whoever reads it.

Chapter 3

Rendan’s Past

    I twirled my crystal on my fingertip. Everyone had gone back to the base already. I was completely, utterly alone in my house. Which I was used to. Everyone’s normally too busy to come talk. And even if they have the time, they spend it trying to catch me off guard and ‘kill’ me. But to be honest, I really needed to be alone. Today is the anniversary of... I can’t even finish the thought without starting to tear up. I’ve made it a tradition to re-watch the memory every year, so I won’t ever forget what I’ve done.     I flipped the crystal up into the air and muttered, “ Bako”. The crystal lit up, floating in the air in front of me and breaking apart into several pieces. Through some select words I managed to turn the separate parts into small dragons. The dragons flew over and settled on my ears, chirring as they tested their speech capabilities. As they did so, I selected a file from my memories and settled down for the ride. With one word, I was thrown into my memories.       “ Krikon. (Play.)”

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- May 5, 1897 -

    “ Hey! Wake up already, ya log!”     I opened my eyes to the grinning face of my best friend, his bright, curious blue eyes unbefitting of his ragged appearance.     “ Go away, Aiden. I wanna sleep…” I rolled over and closed my eyes, trying to go back to sleep. Suddenly there is a foot in my back.     “ Agh! Aiden, whyyy?!” I squirmed under my blanket, trying to somehow kick him.     “ Hehehe, get up sleepy head! Today is the day we all get to meet this ‘mysterious man’ that your mom fell in love with! You don’t want to miss it, do ya?”     My eyes snapped open and I quickly sat up, immediately regretting the decision as my head collided with his jaw.     “ Owww! Why were you leaning over me?!” I cradled my head, shivering in pain.     “ I didn’t think you’d do that!” He cringed, trying to blink back tears as he curled up on my legs.     “ Oooh! Hey guys, Ally and Aiden are at it again!” A short, frail blonde 5-year-old poked his head out of a hole under a house, grinning playfully at them. Several more kids started popping up, out from behind fences and piles of dirt. They oohed and aahed at the two, poking fun at them. “ Aiden and Alyssa, sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” They burst into giggles, some falling off their piles of dirt.     “ H-Hey! You all shut up!” Aiden blushed, quickly sitting up and flailing at them. I giggled, getting out of my ‘bed’. I neatly rolled the blanket up and stuffed it in the hole under the house. I skipped towards the end of the alley, beaming.     “ Come on, Aiden! Let’s go!”     “ Wai- but I was the one- Aagh wait up Alyssa!” Aiden scrambled to his feet, tossed a rock at one of the kids, then chased after me. I slowed down for him, not wanting to be alone in the rough streets.     Ah, I guess I should give some sort of explanation. My name is Alyssa Riveran, and I am the successor to the throne of the Chrymbalian kingdom. Of course, you wouldn’t know where that is. We live underground, beneath a place called ‘England’. Personally I’ve never seen the surface, but I imagine it to be just as beautiful as Chrymbali! I have heard those funny people from the surface talking to mum, and I just loved their voices! I guess I loved it so much I kind of adopted the sounds. Chrymbali is a kingdom full of peace. We have no rules or anything, and people choose what they want to do. Since the towns are made out of minerals and gems, we really don’t need to use any kind of currency. Sadly still, this kingdom does have orphans and hoboes. I, myself, am one of them. Not a true orphan, of course, since I am a princess. See, my mum was afraid for me when I was born, because our kingdom is wanted for its wealth. So, she scoured the city for someone to take me in. That was the time when she came across a group of orphans. She gave me to them in exchange for giving them food every day. I soon got used to it, and became great friends with everyone. Though, one I became very close friends with. Aiden has been by my side since the day I was brought to the group. We go everywhere together, do everything together. I don’t mind that he’s always dirty, or that he barely has any clothes. I just love his big heart, so full of caring for other beings. I-I guess you could say that he… He was my first love. Ah, I’m getting off track! Every so often, I have to go visit the castle and visit mum. Of course I bring Aiden with me, why would I not? Anyway, during the time I spend there, I get lessons in many things, like music, where I play my flute, English, Math, Art, History, Politics, and all kinds of other things. Sometimes it’s just too much to handle! Ah, we’re nearing the castle. I should get back to the story.     “ Ah! Alyssa, there’s a crowd in front of the castle!” Aiden pointed. “ He must be here already!”     “ Ooh, I wonder what he’s like! I heard he’s got a kid with him! Maybe we can meet him, too!” I jogged to the crowd, trying to push my way through. I was the one pushed around instead, though. I yelped as I was shoved out of the crowd onto the ground. “ Owww…” I rubbed my head and looked up. There he stood in front of me, with a young boy next to him.     The first thing I noticed about him was his eyes. They were cold, lifeless, an icy blue that chilled my blood. The second thing I noticed about him was that he was wearing a black lab coat that had red trimmings. The red seemed to be darker in some areas, as if stained. The last thing I noticed was the boy. The boy looked terrified, and kept his head down. I realized in that one second that this man was not to be trusted.     I blinked, and everything changed. The man smiled down at me, bending down and extending his hand. I refused to take it and stood up, the pit gnawing at my stomach growing larger by the second.     “ What’s wrong, child? You look scared. I won’t hurt you, I promise.” The man stood back up, sighing. I took a step back, my eyes as wide as can be. I turned and ran, not stopping even for Aiden’s cry of protest. I didn’t stop until I was back in the alley, where I curled up under the house with my blanket.     Aiden didn’t come back for me until later in the day. Apparently he spent the time hanging out with the kid. At least when he got back he seemed concerned for me. I didn’t mean to sulk the entire time, but I kinda ended up doing just so. Hopefully I can make it up to him later.

- August 17, 1897 -

    It’s a gloomy day.     It’s been 3 months since mum was married to that wretched man. The kid isn’t that bad though. His name is Percival, but he prefers to be called Percy. I couldn’t get him to tell me anything about the man, but he is still a great help in getting info.     I try to act normal around the other kids, to laugh and joke. I’ve tried to keep a smile on my face, to not worry the other kids, but it’s getting harder each day. I just can’t help worrying about mum. The man acts nice all the time, but I know he’s hiding something. For the first time in my life, there is pressure. Is this what Aiden feels every day? How does he stand it? Well, I guess if he can put up with it, so can I.     Still, though, I’ve been wondering about whether or not I should ask him to help me. I mean, I’m afraid to get him involved, and to have him hurt in my place. But, he’s my best friend… Just what do I do?

- August 18, 1897 -

    I wake up to the sound of snoring. I glance over at Aiden, who is sleeping on an old mattress. I try to be as quiet as I can and get up, folding my blanket and setting it next to him. I take one last look at his face. His curly black hair glistened with grease in the morning light. His nose turned up ever so slightly at the end, and tiny freckles dotted his round cheeks. I was a little sad not to be able to see his stunning eyes, but I shook away the thought. I mean, it’s not like I won’t ever see him again, right?     I just kept telling myself that as I snuck through the sleeping town to the castle. I tried not to think about what will happen. Really, it was too terrifying to think about.     I stared up at the castle. No one was awake yet. Good. I lowered my head and entered the castle, making a beeline to my mum’s chambers.     I stopped outside her door. It was eerily silent. I took a deep breath, and opened the door, sticking my head in. “ Mum, I need to tell-!”     I watched as the man drove a knife through my mum’s chest. I froze, petrified as he turned to face me. He started slowly walking towards me. I was like a deer in headlights, paralyzed from fear. Before I knew it, he was in front of me and tying me up. I didn’t even try to struggle. I knew I couldn’t do anything against him. I stayed limp as he tossed me over his shoulder and headed to the castle basement. As I watched us get further away from mum’s body, all I could think about was, ‘What am I supposed to do without mum?’.

February 9, 1898 -

    It’s been so long.     I’ve been in this lab for so long.     There’s no way to count the days. No end to the pain. Every day, I get beaten up. That man, whose name I recently learned, puts us in a small cage and makes us fight. Yeah, I said us. There’s me, Percy, and my sister Calyssa. I… never mentioned Calyssa before, did I? She’s my twin sister. She was kept in the castle as a decoy. Mum knew I was the better sibling. Calyssa is the complete opposite of me. She has pitch black hair, brown eyes, and a fiery temper.     Anyway, the three of us were kept down in the basement of the castle for a long time. I know not what is happening on the surface, but certainly the people are upset. I wonder how Aiden is doing… and the others…     I look up as Percy passes by my small cage. He is being led by Koga, his father. He’s bruised and bloody, and in rags. Seeing him like this has become normal for me. So I didn’t think anything when Koga took me out as well and led us down the hallway. He shoved us into a larger cage than usual, and locked us in. Unlike the other times, there was a single knife in the center of the cage. We looked up at Koga, confused. He confirmed what we were both thinking.     “ Neither of you will leave this cage until one of you is dead.”

- February 13, 1898 -

    It’s been four days in the big cage with Percy.     Neither one of us have touched the knife. But right now, we’re both starving and thirsty. Koga hasn’t brought us anything, only coming in to check on us. We’re both struggling to stay alive.     Percy thinks I should be the one to survive. I keep telling him that there’s no way I’ll ever do that. I think that right now, he’s contemplating just stabbing himself. I might have to keep him from the knife.     Right as I was thinking that, he made a lunge for the knife. I quickly picked it up and tried to run away from him, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me into a hug. I quickly felt warm, thick liquid running down my belly, and I realized what happened. He had impaled himself on the knife that I was trying to hide.     I started crying. I couldn’t help it. He tried to calm me down, but I couldn’t stop crying. Eventually he gave up and just let me hug him until he died. Koga came in a few moments later, overjoyed. I was led back to my cage in a haze, where there was food and water. But I didn’t eat any of it. I couldn’t. Not after I just killed Percy. I don’t remember much of the rest of that day, or many months afterwards, either.

- November 23, 1898 -

    It hurts so much.     Whatever Koga injected into me hurts so much.     I can hardly think.     I want it to stop. It won’t stop. I don’t think it’ll ever stop.     I’m bleeding so much.     Am I going to die?

- July 2, 1899 6:23 am-

    I… I’m alive.     I open my eyes to a bright light. The stench of blood is everywhere. My back hurts. My butt hurts. My everything hurts. But I’m alive.     I don’t want to be. The corpse of my sister is lying next to me. Koga killed her to use her blood as a blood transfusion for me. I feel… different. Wrong. Like I’m not myself.     I try to get up off the table. The chains around my wrists break easily. I stare brokenly at them as they clatter on the ground. Was I always this strong?     I scoot off the table and nearly crumpled to the ground. I gripped the table, the metal bending under my fingers. I stare at the sight, trying to breathe evenly and fight off the groggy feeling that I have. I manage to stand on my shaky legs  and head for the door. No one stops me as I walk down the halls in a daze, my legs stiff. Koga is nowhere to be found.     I make my way to the door to the staircase leading back up to the castle. I struggle to keep my eyes open as I ascend, slowly, step by agonizing step. Something slaps my foot and I freeze. It happens again. I look behind me. And I inhale sharply.     I have a tail. And wings. I stare uncertainly at them. That explains why it hurt so much there. When I think about moving it, the tail twitches and swings limply back and forth. I eventually give up on controlling it and climb the last few steps to the top.     I slowly open the door. The loud creaking noise echoes throughout the wide hall that I step out into. Normally there would be guards everywhere. There is no one there today. I trod through the castle, making my way to the front gate. I stop just before leaving, feeling sick. What would the people think if their princess was a monster? What would the other orphans think? What would Aiden think of me now? I turn and head the other way, rethinking going out. Instead I just wander through the castle.     I stop in front of my mum’s door. I hesitate, scared to know what’s inside. I slowly push open the door and peek in. The smell of blood is so overwhelming that I flinch back. I realized suddenly how strong my nose was. Holding my nose, I looked back in. And immediately wished I didn’t.     Every last guard lay dead on the floor. Some decapitated, others stabbed and bleeding fresh blood on the floor. I slam the door shut, running away from the room. I zoom through the castle, a lot faster than I should be. I didn’t notice.     I came to a stop in front of Calyssa’s room. I stare up at the door, debating whether or not to go inside. I finally decide to open the door. I smelled nothing wrong, so I stepped inside. The room was normal, just as I remembered. I breathed a sigh of relief, and looked up at the clock in the corner of the room. 8 am. I made my way over to the bed, the sleepiness starting to overwhelm me. I could swear I heard something shouting at me, egging me on. But I didn’t care. I was asleep by the time I rolled onto the bed.

- July 2, 1899 11:47 pm-

    I’m jolted awake by something. The first thing that hit me was that the smell of blood, death, and fire was all around me. The second thing was that something was around my neck. The last thing was that something heavy was on my arm, and warm liquid was dripping down my arm. I flutter my eyes, my sight coming back. I freeze as I realize what’s on my arm.     It’s Aiden. Impaled through the stomach. His blood dripping down and staining my already blood stained rags. He blinks, lowering his hand. He smiles up at me and croaks out words. “ That’s… good… you’re back… to normal…” He chuckled lightly, the action seeming to cause him pain. I was afraid to move, afraid to break him. He looked at me with blurry, unfocused eyes. “ It’s… over now… isn’t it…? You… don’t need to… be afraid…”     I looked at him, horrified. “ No… no it’s not… Aiden, no… what did I do…?! What have I done?!”     He reached up again, placing a hand on my cheek. “ It’s… alright… Ally…” I started crying, watching as his breaths became more laboured.     “ No… it’s not alright… Aiden, you’re… you’re…” He stroked my cheek with his thumb, staring at me.     “ Ally… your hair… it’s not… my favorite… color… anymore…” I closed my eyes, scared to watch.     “ That… it doesn’t matter… Aiden, don’t die! I… I love you… so much… I don’t want to lose you…” He smiled sadly, and I opened my eyes.     “ I… love you too… Alyssa…” I held my breath as he took his last.     I sat there for a good 10 minutes, crying over him. Eventually I gently laid his body down and stood up to take a look around. Everything was on fire. I was sitting on the bodies of all my friends. I gagged, retching on the side of a building. My vomit sizzled through the wall, burning it like acid. Through the new hole in the wall, I saw the old miner man that gave us treats from time to time. Er, well his head. On the table, arranged with the fruits. I threw up again, mostly dry heaving. The smell of everything was overbearing. The giant cave was beginning to fill with smoke. I glanced back at my friends and Aiden. Then I turned. And ran.     I don’t know where I wanted to go. I didn’t know where to go. But I knew I couldn’t stay there. I couldn’t bear to watch them all burn.     As I ran, I stopped at a giant morphite crystal. It was the pride of the kingdom. I stared at it for a second. I wished I could take it with me. Just as I thought that, a giant glass bubble surrounded the crystal, then shattered, making the crystal disappear. I blinked numbly, a little surprised. My eyes focused on what was behind the missing crystal, and saw Percy standing a ways away, shocked at my appearance.     He ran to my side and grabbed my hand. “ A-Alyssa…! You’re alright! I… god, I thought you had died in there as well! We have to run. Koga is looking for us.” I just stared up at him. I watched his expression falter. “ Er… Alyssa? What’s… what’s wrong?” I started crying again, hugging him. He froze, not expecting the hug, and cautiously wrapped his arms around me. “ Is this��� Are you surprised I’m alive…?” I nodded into his chest, and he let out a shaky breath. “ I’m, uhm. I’m still dead, but… I’m an angel now? Koga called me a… a ‘Dharc Angel’.”     I looked up at him, feeling extremely guilty. “ … Aiden… Aiden’s dead… I  think  I  killed  everyone…”     Percy didn’t look too surprised as he looked around. “ You were a little worse than Koga thought… He knew you’d want to kill, but this was… a bit much.”     I glared up at him, suspicious now. “ … What did you say?”     Percy laughed a little at my expression and tried to change the subject. “ We uh. We need to run now? Koga is looking for us?”     I realized what he said this time, and nodded slowly. “ Yeah… Let’s go…”     We ran together for the only exit to the surface. We came out of the cave into a big forest. It was pitch black outside. Percy led me down an invisible trail, and soon we came out of the forest and into a town. I stopped Percy by tugging on his arm.     “ Wait. I think we’ve gone far enough.”     Percy shook his head, a little frantic. “ No. We have to cross the ocean. We have to get to the harbor.”     I had only heard of the ocean in books, but I did know that we needed a boat. “ How? We have no money!”     He glanced at me before leading me between the buildings. “ You have wings, remember? I have wings too.”     I was appalled at his idea. “ I can’t even move my wings, let alone fly!”     He stopped and glared at me. “ Well, you’re gonna have to learn quickly.”

-July 14, 1899-

    We finally touch down on land. On the flight over the ocean, we got shot at several times by boats. Percy and I have gotten very adept at using our wings. Yet, he always looks anxious. I don’t know why he’s been acting like that, but he kept insisting that I go fly ahead while he talks to the people on the ships. He always comes back soaking wet, and smelling of fish. He always has the same excuse, “ They made me jump in the water”. I never believed him, but I also couldn’t think of why he was wet at that time. So I just went along with it.     Anyway, after we touched down, Percy turned to me. “ Alyssa… You should be safe here. There’s lots of trees, and lots of things to eat. You can live here.”     I stared at him, the weirdness of his words stabbing me in the gut like a knife. “ Percy… what are you saying? We’re in this together… aren’t we?” He looked away, and I reached out to hug him but thought better of it and let my hand drop to my side. “ Where… where else would you go? He’s looking for us, Percy. I don’t want to lose you again!”     Percy winced at my words, looking back at me with a guilty face. “ I… I have to go back. To him.”     I gaped at him, incredulous. “ You… why? Why go back to that murderer?!”     Percy looked to straighten up a little, being brave. “ That murderer is also my father, remember? I can’t just… leave him alone. And I’m also… afraid of what I might do to you if I’m alone with you…”     I took a step back at his words, trying to process them. “ What… you might do to me…?”     He looked away, his gaze settling on the ground. “ … I murdered the guards, Alyssa. The people in the boats too. I can’t control myself… Their voices are so loud…” I stared blankly at him, not comprehending what he said. He glanced up and winced at my expression, then continued speaking. “ Koga… My father, he knows of a way to help me with my… ‘problem’, he said. So I have to go.” I started tearing up, and he gained a frantic look. “ But hey! You’ll be alright! I won’t tell Koga where you are, so you can be safe! I have to go, before he comes after us and finds where you are.” He chuckled nervously, flaring his inky black wings and stepping back.     I glared at him now, tears streaming down my face. “ … Just go. Leave already.” He swallowed hard and took off, flying quickly out of sight.     When I couldn’t see him anymore, I fell to my knees and sobbed. I stayed like that for a long time, then I headed off into the forest to hide. After a while of running uphill, I found a beautiful clearing. In an aspen tree grove, with a little stream flowing through it. It was-

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    I jolted awake, in cold sweat and hard of breath. I sat up slowly, the darkness seeming to amplify the chill in my veins and creep into my head. I shuffled around in the dark to see why I had been thrown out of my memories, and I picked up the tail of the dragon. I guess I crushed it when I rolled over or something? I took the other dragon off my ear and set it with the other one, standing up. I needed to get out. And so I ran out of the house into my aspen grove. The leaves around me rustled as I ran, and I could hear and feel the grass and rocks beneath me moving and brushing against each other. It helped to calm me down. Yet, I still wasn’t free of the panic and feeling of death. So I ran out of the clearing, into the forest.     I swerved gracefully between the trees, not being able to see a thing but knowing the path by heart. Eventually I came to a road next to a cliff. Cars whizzed past, stirring and polluting the air. The smell of them alone made me sick. In the small interval between cars I dashed across the two-lane road and stopped at the edge of the cliff. I thought for a moment, about what to do, where to go. It took a minute for an idea to pop into my head. Why not go see Silas?

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The series against sixth-ranked Tennessee almost didn’t happen for the Auburn Tigers. First, just getting on campus seemed to be an insurmountable task. The Tigers went through multiple charter buses that kept breaking down on the road to Knoxville. Then, impending weather disrupted the series, forcing the two teams to play game one on Saturday and a double header on Sunday. Even between games two and three, lightening delays pushed the start of the final game later and later in the day. By the time game three began, the Tigers had to be a little fatigued and a lot uncomfortable. 

The Vols had their field house and access to showers and clean uniforms between the games, but the Tigers had to spend the down time in the dugout wearing the same uniforms for hours upon hours. The wear and tear of the grind showed in game three as Auburn just didn’t have enough left in the tank to play. The third game wasn’t quite meaningless, but it was close. In games one and two Auburn dominated the Volunteers to the tune of 10–5 and 3–0, securing a series win.

Along the way, there was a shakeup at the top of the SEC standings. Auburn came into the weekend down the SEC leader board. Alabama was at the top with a record of 7–2 in the conference and was taking on South Carolina. Behind them was Tennessee. Auburn was down the food trough.

By weekend’s end, Auburn was on top tied with Alabama. Had Alabama not salvaged game three against the Gamecocks and Auburn not given away its game three, the Tigers would be alone at the top. Still, the series win against the Vols was huge.

However, SEC rankings, especially at the top of the conference, aren’t that important. Ten of the nation’s Top 25 teams reside in the SEC. NCAA rankings haven’t been updated this week, and the last rankings are from on the 25th of last month. It will be interesting to see how Auburn fares in the poll after losing a series to UGA last week at home before taking this one against the Vols. 

It was the Snow Show this weekend. Tannon Snow was incredible at the plate for the Tigers in the first two games, willing them to wins. She was 4-for-4 in game one with two homers while scoring an insane SEVEN RBI’s. That ties the record held by former Auburn great, Kasey Cooper. It was Snow’s second multi-homer game.

Ashlee Swindle earned the win after a lightening-fast leash was pulled on Lexi Handley. The transfer hurler can hit 72 miles an hour with her fastball, but she can also mail a lot of pitches to the backstop. Coach Mickey Dean saw enough after two walks, both of which were followed by wild pitches.

Swindle went the distance though she did …

give up seven hits and three runs, not counting two scores from inherited base runners. Ashlee added two strikeouts as the defense played error-free ball behind her. She is a pitch-to-contact player. She may not get K’s and she may give up hits, but as long as the defense is on its game, she will earn a lot of W’s.

As good as Swindle was at getting the Vols to hit to Tiger defenders, Chardonnay Harris was just as good in game two. Harris was phenomenal in a shutout win, a program first against Tennessee. She had seven strikeouts and scattered four hits with just one walk. The complete game was the first of her young and promising career.

Snow added another dinger in game two while Kendall Veach joined in with one of her own. Alyssa Rivera earned an RBI the hard way when she scored pinch runner Rachel Cook on a single. The Tigers took a 3–0 win for the series win, which helps avenge the home series loss to Georgia last weekend. It was the first Tiger win in Knoxville since 2011. 

Game three was a clunker for the Tigers after having to wait an hour for weather to pass. Swindle was back in the circle for the Tigers, but the defense couldn’t back her up. The Volunteer slappers put in a good day’s work against the Auburn defense, which simply could not handle Tennessee’s speed. Swindle did her best to limit the Vols’ power hitters by jamming them inside time and time again. However, the lefty slappers proved tough to get out as they hit multiple balls up the middle, and others simply eluded Tiger defenders.

The pressure on the base paths plus the slappers’ crafty hitting forced Auburn’s defense, specifically shortstop Taylon Snow, into a lot of bad fielder’s choices. Tennessee jumped on Auburn with two scores in the first and never looked back.

Auburn’s lone run came on a fine piece of hitting by Alyssa Rivera. She forced the Vols’ pitcher into a mistake from a second meatball in consecutive pitches. Rivera missed the first, showed frustration, but caught the next one perfectly, homering for the eighth time this season. 

Chardonnay Harris made her second appearance but couldn’t stop the Vols from blasting the Tigers 8–1 in the final game of the weekend. Auburn had just two other hits, both of them by pinch hitters Carmyn Greenwood and Makenna Dowel.

Despite the bad series against UGA and the messy game three in Knoxville, Auburn is showing great strides at the plate over last season. Though some of the starters have a long way to go, the top six hitters are hitting above a .300 clip. And Justus Perry has a .500 slugging percentage despite a .276 batting average.

That’s not to say that Auburn doesn’t have nine great hitters on the roster. The issue is that Auburn’s best hitters aren’t also Auburn’s best fielders. Coach Dean just has to find the perfect combination. The Tigers have hit 55 dingers in the season and are on pace to rival the golden years under Clint Myers. 

The Tigers host a South Carolina team fresh off of a massive series win against the Crimson Tide. Games one and two will be on the SEC Network+ while game three will be on ESPNU. The series kicks off Friday at Jane B. Moore at 6:00 PM CDT. See ya there!

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Dream SMP Recap (July 9/2021) - NotDream SMP

Ponk comes to Foolish with a special request.

Tommy and Tubbo work on Tommy’s house and a strange new visitor arrives on the server.

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- Ponk works on the Boom Station and places down signs with instructions along the corridor

- Foolish examines the damage Drista’s pig squad did in Kinoko Kingdom and repairs it

- Ponk calls Foolish as the evil version of himself. Ponk arrives there

- They walk and talk to the tree house, and Ponk breaks some news

Ponk: “You see...I am but a humble servant of this poor world, and you’re a god. Right? Loosely? Well, your godliness is pretty cool, you know? And me being a humble wanderer of this cruel world...it is not my place to take a king’s life, Foolish.”

...

Ponk: “How many kings do you know, Foolish? How many kings?”

Foolish: “I don’t know, is this a trick question?”

Ponk: “I’m pretty sure you know two, alright?”

Foolish: “Wait, who’s the second one?”

Ponk: “Eret and...Sam. You know Sam’s king of the creepers. He wears a crown on his head, do you know that? Apparently he is.”

...

Ponk: “But Foolish...if it comes, a time and a place, would you do that for me? Would you take Sam’s life, yes or no Foolish?”

Foolish: “Well, is there like a good reason for it?”

- Ponk says he’s said enough and goes back down, saying he can get other friends to do it

Foolish: “Is this for the arm? You wanna kill him for the arm? I thought you and Sam were like, best buddies.”

Ponk: “...Best buddies?! BUDDIES?! Are you mad? Are you mad?!”

Ponk: “Foolish, Foolish, if I ripped off your arm and killed you -- he killed me, Foolish! He killed me!”

Foolish: “Oh...did you have it coming?”

Ponk: “I DID NOT HAVE IT COMING, FOOLISH! I DIDN’T! You know what I did? You know what I did, Foolish? I -- it wasn’t even -- ugh, and he did that to prove a point! Now I’m doing this to prove a point, and apparently my point isn’t gonna be proven because you’re not a good friend, Foolish.”

Foolish: “Woah, well don’t you think that’s a lot to ask for? Hey, good friend, let’s go murder someone.”

Ponk: “Well, Foolish, look. You’re not murdering them. You are simply a tool in this revenge plot, Foolish, okay?”

Foolish: “So what would I be doing?”

Ponk: “You’ll have to press a button or swing a sword, Foolish. That is all.”

Foolish: “Press a button or swing a sword.”

- Foolish doesn’t think that sounds too hard. Ponk leads him to the barn

Ponk: “Look, Foolish. Everything will be laid out for you, okay? Everything. Alright? You’ll just have to be there. You’ll have to be there and be square, okay? You know who built this? Come this way, you know who built this?”

Foolish: “Alyssa?”

Ponk: “You know, Alyssa was a good friend of mine. She would have done this for me without asking any questions.”

- They’ve been through so much together, as Batman and Robin, as Holmes and Watson...so if Foolish wants the duo to carry on, he’ll have to help Ponk seek his revenge

- Ponk can’t swing a sword nowadays. She tells Foolish he doesn’t have to help her if she doesn’t want to, but at least he must witness it

Ponk: “We need a witness to prove to the world that this happened, okay? Someone has to write it down in history.”

Foolish: “Do you still -- another question. Do you still have plans for that one thing? On what you want to do with it?”

Ponk: “Foolish, Foolish, Foolish, you see...a good plan comes together, alright? And a good plan master never reveals his plan. It’s all about playing six-dimensional chess. I am ten seconds -- ten seconds ahead of everyone!”

- Ponk asks Foolish to take his helmet off, promising they won’t put a pumpkin on him. They ask Foolish to trust them with a TNT cannon

- They talk about building the tree

Ponk: “When the time comes, can I trust you?”

Foolish: “Mm...you think Sam deserves this?”

Ponk: “Yes. 100%.”

- Foolish says he needs time to think about it before he says yes. The two part ways and Ponk goes to cry in the forest. She’ll ask Niki next

Ponk: “Okay, Foolish...but you’re a god! You’ve killed many people, have you not? You’ve probably had human sacrifices in your lifetime!”

Foolish: “Well -- I -- uh -- I’m gonna go, I’m gonna go now, I’m gonna go now!”

- He leaves the call

- Tommy logs in and sees Puffy’s new house. He promptly tears it down

- Then he rebuilds his own house while talking to chat

- While building the roof, a spider comes over. Tommy is fond of it and names it Shroud. He asks Foolish for a nametag, then Ponk. Ponk is offended at Foolish from the Endermite incident

- Foolish brings over a nametag for Shroud and they get Shroud back to the house

- Tommy finishes the house. Ranboo logs on just to say “cum” and immediately leaves. Then Tubbo logs on and runs over

- Tommy shows Tubbo Shroud

- He decides to go plant some trees around. They head to Las Nevadas to get more and Tommy shows Tubbo how to not be rich. They discuss Mumbo Jumbo, as Tommy claims he is too British

- They return home and fix it up a bit

- Then they decide to destroy Karl’s house. They get rid of the first layer and leave a message saying they’ll get rid of the rest if Karl says he’s using it

- Tommy goes to gather more dirt. Ranboo logs on as the Pringles guy then logs off. They start arguing over Pringles cans

- Ranboo logs in as himself. Tommy and Tubbo start filling in the holes in Tommy’s basement

- They go to get more dirt

- NotDream123 logs on. Tommy and Tubbo go looking for him at Spawn, wondering who he is, but he isn’t there

- Quackity logs on and starts running around Las Nevadas. Foolish is confused

- Tommy and Tubbo bein to run back to the main area when they notice NotDream following after them

Tommy: what’s your name?

???: whats your name

Tommy: tommy?

Tommy: Big Man

???: mine is Tom

- Tommy gets mad and says that his name is Tom, and “Tom” replies that Tommy said his name is Tommy

- Tubbo wants to keep him as a trophy

- Tommy asks what Tom’s interests are. Tom asks what Tommy’s are, and Tommy says “girls,” “Britain” and “dogs”

Tom: Same

- Quackity logs off. Tom likes the Queen as well, and his catchphrase is “POG,” which Tommy is not pleased about

Tubbo: “You’ve got like a little mirror buddy!”

- Tom gets a Discord

Tommy: “He has a stache! I can’t grow a stache!”

Tubbo: “Oh, so maybe he’s the better version!”

Tommy: “No! No!”

Tubbo: “I honestly -- honestly, I can’t even tell you guys apart.”

- Foolish and Ranboo spy on them from afar. Tommy and Tubbo decide to keep Tom for themselves and build “L’Landburg” around Tom to claim him

- Tom joins their call on Discord (his username is “NotDream”). At Tommy’s request, Tubbo goes into the other room to hit Ranboo. Ranboo quits Tubbo’s game and Tubbo disconnects

- Tom knows Dream since Dream whitelisted him. They start walking back to the main area and Tommy asks questions about how Tom joined

- Tom has watched all of Tommy’s streams, even the very first where Tommy joined and got exiled to the snow biome. Tommy presses him on what the very first Hypixel game he played in the first stream was, and Tom says “Skywars,” which he claims is how they say “Bedwars” where he’s from

- Tom is apparently from “Bedskytown.” Tommy pulls Tubbo aside and Tubbo has the idea to put Tom in Tommy’s basement cell

- Tommy reminds Tubbo of the “Tomtract,” which states that Tubbo is only allowed to be friends with one Tom

- Tommy gets Tom and they start walking down the path. Tommy asks Tom if he has a girlfriend. Tom asks if Tommy has a girlfriend and Tommy says yes, so Tom says yes as well

- Tommy accuses Tom of just being Dream. Tommy asks him if he likes smoking. Tom asks if Tommy likes smoking. Tommy says yes and Tom says yes. Tommy then says he doens’t like smoking and Tom doesn’t like it either

Tommy: “What’s your favorite smell?”

Tom: “What’s your favorite smell?”

Tommy: “You first.”

Tom: “Women.”

- They get back to the house and Tommy shows Tom Shroud the spider. Tom breaks a glass block, then grabs an iron chestplate from the chest to wear. Tubbo worries about Tom getting more geared up, but Tommy insists that neither of them wear armor

- Tom puts on some diamond pants and Tommy asks Tubbo to hand him his armor to follow the rules of the Tomtract

- Tom goes into the back room and Tubbo says he’s escaping. Tom asks if he’s a hostage, then asks if Tommy likes Coke. Tommy says yes, so Tom hands him the picture of Coke

- Tommy threatens to fall out with Tubbo if he doesn’t follow the Tomtract, so Tubbo walks away. Tom whispers to Tommy to say something so Tommy shouts to come back, then walks out after into the rain to dramatically ask for the armor. Tubbo cannot argue with a statement like this, so he gives it

- Tommy puts the armor in the chest. Tubbo asks what Tom’s surname is, and Tom says “Simmons”

- Tom runs away while Tommy is explaining his school’s points system and Tubbo tries to chase after him, but Tommy says not to since they should make a good impression. Instead, the two return to filling in dirt

- Tommy turns around and abruptly comes face to face with Tom 

- Tommy asks Tom some more questions about why Dream added him and what his purpose is

Tom: “What’s your purpose?”

Tubbo: “To find happiness and eternal bliss.”

Tommy: “...To get bitches.”

- Tom’s purpose is the same. Tommy scolds him because one should not call women “bitches.” Tom agrees with that as well

- Tommy brainstorms fun opinions for Tom to agree with. He likes the Sidemen and thinks they make the best vlogs. He thinks KSI is the best YouTuber and everything he does is incredible. He thinks George is really ugly (Tom pauses, then leaves the game)

- Tom comes back, Tommy repeats it, and Tom pauses for a long time before saying he agrees. Dream would never say that, and Tom is not Dream

- Tom begs for food, so Tommy eventually gives him some after leaving for some time

- Tommy says that the Manhunts are faked and Tom agrees, but he would have to ask his friend Detective Dream. Tommy and Tubbo are confused at why there are so many and ask to speak with Detective Dream

- Tubbo suspects that Dream may be able to clone himself

- Detective Dream arrives and Tubbo wants to interrogate him. Tubbo changes to his inspector outfit and Tommy changes into his suit

- Detective Dream’s first name is “Detective” and his surname is “Dream.” His parents are Mom Dream and Dad Dream. Tubbo concludes the case and decides that Det. Dream is official

- Tubbo looks Det. Dream in the eyes and gets him to say that he is a real detective. If that is true, Tubbo says, Detective would have laser eyes. Detective uses his laser eyes while looking at Tubbo’s face and Tubbo’s eyes get messed up

- Detective gets killed by Tubbo’s dog

- Detective knows about Dream and he has inside info on him that he can’t share

- “Drinnit” is Tommy’s detective name. He has been working on this case for fifty years

- After some more detective talk, Detective leaves. Tubbo tells Tommy he plans to kill Tom, as there can only be one

- NotDream comes back, this time dressed in a duck onesie. He is “John” now, and Tommy does not approve of the onesie

- Connor logs on

- John has a confession: He is actually just Tom. In fact, Detective Dream was also Tom! Tom heard Tubbo say he was going to kill him, so he created John, as he thought that Tubbo wouldn’t be able to kill something so cute. Tubbo says he didn’t mean it

- Connor asks Foolish for help getting back home

- Tom traps Tubbo and Tommy in a box. He does not have Creative mode

- Tommy asks Tom if he is good or evil. Tom says he is good and changes out of the duck onesie

- Tommy asks Tom what he thinks of destroying Karl’s house, and Tom approves as a third party. They watch Tom take down the house

- Connor arrives back home and starts building across from Tommy’s house. They VC him and Connor asks where his house went. Tommy tells him it was for tax purposes

- Tom dies by magic after Tubbo shoots him in midair

- Tommy tells Connor he can’t build on his land. Tom, Connor, Tommy and Tubbo chat about subscriber comments

- Connor starts building his house in front of Tommy’s bench and Tommy doesn’t approve of it blocking his view and destroys it

- Tom asks for food again. The server might be going through a bit of a famine

- Tommy continues filling in the basement and decides to form a Not Funny Club with Tom. They start telling jokes about YouTube

- Tommy gets the idea to do some standup: Minecraft Comedian vs. 3 Hecklers

- Tom gets hungry and takes Tommy’s God Apple to eat, but Tubbo shoots and kills him before can. Tubbo says Tom still has one canon life left though

- They walk down to the theatre stage by the Community House. Tubbo evolves

- Tommy does comedy up on the stage while Connor, Tubbo and Tom heckle from the audience. All of Tommy’s jokes are just pickup lines

- Tommy gets booed off the stage and next up is Tom, who tries but quickly gives up

- Tubbo is up next. He starts reading out information about tax legislation. Tommy starts taking notes

- Then, it’s Connor’s turn. He tries to play off of the audience

- It’s always canonically Tuesday on the Dream SMP

- Connor gives up and Tubbo goes up to keep reading the tax information. Tommy goes up to make it a comedy duo 

- Tubbo starts selling his cryptocurrency known as “Piss and Shit, Screw the Children Coin”

- Tommy leaves to speak with Tom by the Community House. Tom says he’ll be back. Tom looks at the poster

Tom: “Look at this. ‘Bee does science’ ...This is groundbreaking!”

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Upcoming events remain the same.

[purpliwritesthings]

The War of Our Colors Chapter 7- I Wish There Was Another Side Of This Story.

Cyra and Angelika both nodded enthusiastically to Alyssa’s tale. Angelika seemed even emotional about how things had turned for Alyssa.

“So when you came back to the castle, your family had left you and Scarlet had assumed power?” Angelika asked, her voice was as monotone as ever, but at least she seemed somewhat interested.

“Yes, when I came back it seemed like Scarlet had usurped what was left of my power. Now she plays my whole family like pawns, although I don’t really care much about them. After all, they’re the ones who left me,” Alyssa replied. She was still very jaded about all the events.

“I guess without much evidence, that’s all you could go off of. Still, from what you’ve described, your family was very close. I could see why someone in your position would seek revenge,” Angelika said “Although I do find it strange how un-Blue like that is your highness.”

“You do have to remember I am not a purebred Blue. I was born from two Purples. I am bound to inherit some Red traits.”

“That’s great, I’m no longer the only Red in the group!” Cyra spoke out suddenly, seemingly excited about not being the odd one out.

“Just because I inherited some Red tendencies doesn’t make me any less Blue. As of the moment, I feel I am more Gray than anything.”

“Oh, yeah. I guess you are,” Cyra said, her voice dropping to an almost Angelika level of monotone. Angelika seemed unfazed by this change of mood. Alyssa wondered if Cyra was more like a child in her state of mind. Yet, if Al had trusted them, they had to be somewhat stable mentally.

“I think we should focus on the most important matter at hand, which is my revenge. According to my deal with Al he wants chaos and well, like I stated earlier, I want revenge.”

“I don’t mean to be blunt, but have you thought about staging a war? It’d be the best option for both you and Al. Now that I think about it, it’s very likely that Al has already considered that option,” Angelika said. “It’s true a war would be best for both sides, but the risks are high and previous wars have set back peace for generations. You’d have to consider this very carefully, your highness.”

“I don’t suppose that if Al has made up his mind on this war that there will be anyway to convince him otherwise,” Alyssa muttered.

“Nope, you’d have an easier time trying to teach a monkey to speak English.” Cyra added, her disappointment from only moments before had seemingly vanished once more.

“Great.”

“I suggest looking into other less provocative methods before we consider war. We have to balance revenge and chaos, whilst still keeping the colors seemingly okay with each other.” Angelika suggested, the other two girls nodded.

“I think I have something in mind…”

In the bustling part of town, laid a quiet group of people. Excluded from society and lost seemingly forever were the Blacks. Al found his spirit hovering near one of his old colleagues.

The mysterious figure smiled slightly, seemingly sensing him while the majority of the people did not.

“Oh, Al. It’s been a while hasn’t it?” The figure spoke staring the apparition directly in the eye. Al was not unnerved at all, he only smiled at the figure.

“I suppose it has Liv, it seems that you’ve made yourself comfortable.”

“And I hope you the same, you wouldn’t be able to sustain yourself this long if you didn’t have a vessel of some sort.”

“You could say that, although I am here to ask you for advice.”

“Oh? Do share some something, these useless town people barely even look at us. They fear us like we have a plague.”

“What should I do if I don’t want to take over my vessel completely?”

“Hm, you didn’t seem to be the type to get attached. I’d just ride it out, if you indeed get too attached to your vessel, than sever the contract after you’ve fulfilled your side of the bargain.” Al nodded appreciatively, he smiled at the Black who stared at him for a moment longer before looking away.

“Al, you’ve thrown away a perfectly good life before, you shouldn’t do it again.”

“It’s my life Liv.”

“If you throw this one away, you might never get another one.” Al sighed at her pleading.

“Why does one have to take away someone’s life to get another chance?” Al asked Liv, she stared down, looking ashamed and angry at the same time.

“Some people are given better roles than others before throwing them away for greed. We take from those who do not deserve.”

“Or do we take from those who have nothing to give?”

“It doesn't matter who we take from, they make a contract and we fulfill it.” Liv stared at Al once more, her black eyes showing anger and sadness all at once. “Those who are weak are useless and those who are greedy are useless, we weed them out society and replace them with our own, that is what makes us powerful.”

“Yet, we do not belong, and for what? We threw our colored lives away for fear, greed, money, stupidity and more, yet we get a chance and they do not? You call yourselves fair but you’re just as bad as those you are fighting!”

“Get out Al, it seems you’ve gone soft in your days of death.” Liv uttered, under her breath he could make out a weak black spell, it was useless against mortals but powerful against him, sending him all the way back to Alyssa with a shocking recoil.

“Ah! What-!” Alyssa gasped, the feeling of combining now felt more harsh, even painful.

“Sorry about that Alyssa, I guess I wandered too far.” Al said, although she heard a sharper tone in his voice.

“Oh, great. Next time could you warn me about it?”

“I’ll try, but I make no promises.”  Alyssa groaned at his answer but otherwise said nothing. “So what have you ladies been planning since I was away?”

“We’ve been thinking about satisfying both of our needs, you want chaos and Alyssa wants revenge. We need to find a nice even line between the two of them so you don’t complain.” Angelika explained, her voice was monotone but sarcastic at the same time, finally showing some Yellow zing against Al.

“Any ideas?” Al asked, he stared at the girls with a mysterious glint in his eyes.

“Nothing good,” Alyssa replied. She didn’t like the way his eyes scanned them.

“I have to agree, we have nothing that would help us at all.” Angelika agreed. Her voice sounded slightly worried, she had only seen him stare at her like that once, and she had a feeling she wouldn’t like it anymore than the last time.

“I believe that our best solution would be to start-”

“If you’re going to say war, Al don’t bother, that’s the last thing we need.”

“Alyssa, do you have any better ideas? From what I can tell, we need a serious change and what’s better than a war?”

“Revenge and starting a war are two different things, Al.” Alyssa warned under her breath.

“And do you have any better ideas Alyssa? You do know we have a deal, right?”

“You never said anything about a war, Al, you just talked about revenge.”

“And like I said before, do you have any better ideas?”

“If you’d let us think for a moment, then yes.” To a normal onlooker this argument looked like Alyssa was just talking to herself in different voices. However, if a Black or Gray were to look on they’d be able to see the full scale of both sides.

“Maybe we can compromise. From what you’ve told us, Scarlet isn’t going to give up her power easily.” Angelika suggested.

“She’ll have to when she sees me! I have the undeniable right to the throne, I can expose her.” Alyssa responded although she didn’t like the unnerving feeling Angelika’s statement gave her.

“That’s not true and we know it, if she’s gained power easily who knows what she used to get it.” Angelika sighed, she had a feeling she knew what Scarlet was doing. Alyssa looked only more confused. What could possibly help Scarlet when Alyssa revealed herself? “I’m just suggesting that maybe we storm into the castle with a so-called army and try to get rid of Scarlet before Alyssa reveals herself.”  

“An armed conflict? I don’t see any of the benefits, you act like Scarlet has enslaved the whole kingdom just like those old fairy tales.” Alyssa spoke, but as she felt the eyes of everyone in the group looking at her like she had missed a joke. “Oh lord, you’re telling me that Scarlet a random noble, is enslaving people?”

“You have a logical explanation for this?” Al asked Alyssa.

“No-”

“Aha-”

“-but, I’m sure there is one Al. Mind control is from ancient history and old fairy tales.”

“Then how did Scarlet gain power so easily, Alyssa, luck?”  Alyssa glared at Al for a moment. Her eyes seemingly tearing up for that second as she quickly looked away.

“Even if she did use ‘mind control’ what are we supposed to do about it, Al?” Al looked confused for a moment and Cyra sighed audibly.

“Well we could always get a militia of sorts, but then again who would ever propose such an idea?” Angelika asked, her tone ice cold and her eyes glowed a mischievous yellow. Alyssa stared at Angelika and nodded curtly.

“I suppose we should get to planning the outrageous idea.”  

[charmre]

Whooo boy!! I feel like I got a lot and nothing done at the same time in TotK!!

I got my first axes and learned to chop stuff, managed to kill my first bird for meat, learned how to cook finally, killed more constructs and got to open 2 chests, I got a korok to it's friend!!, got a rusty shield and sword, marked more areas off on the map, and generally just foraged a bunch and got a bunch of new stuff to cook with and make elixirs with...oh!! And I fought my first chuchus!!

So, I guess I did get a lot done haha!!

I ended the night by getting to the island with my second shrine, but will leave the exploring of said island and shrine for another day :3

[charmre]

Sister just got taken off of a zine project from a client and is out at her partner's bc she's upset, so no End da Tears King tonight :(

Buuuuuuuuut...

I didn't do much yesterday other than explore around the very beginning area and forage. I managed to take down all of the bots? in the area though and next time I play I will be entering my first...shrine? temple??? thing??? idk it's to get power for my fucked up arm to open the door to allegedly get to Zelda after everything that happened in tbe beginning of the game lol

I managed to get *4* wooden sticks though, some arrows + a wooden bow, and learned to roast things by the fire!! :D

I'm a little nervous about entering my first ever shrine, bc I read a "no spoilers quick tips" thing on reddit that told me that I should run away in the beginning bc everything will vastly overpower me, and to forage as much as possible but again we'LL SEE LOL

[charmre]

Impromptu Zelda night!!

Finally made it to and through the last temple in the ice lands and made my way back to the Temple of Time only to find out that my puny, weakened little self can't get past the vitality part of the Temple of Time!! And that there's a FOURTH shrine even lol!!

I acquired fast travel and stocked up on supplies and made my way to the island of the fourth temple and explored around

Haven't gone in yet, but that will be next time!