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bunneh-writez · 3 months ago

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✰. It took me quite a while to write this, i kept worrying and went back to add finishing touches before i finally just decided to let it be and post it. The playlist i had made specifically for this novel helped me with channeling the emotions i needed to write this. I hope you enjoy!!

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TW: Death of a potential comfort character, description of war, death, and gore, could make you uncomfortable so please read with caution!

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Burning hills that smell heavy of smoke and death could be seen across the world. Horrid screams of the last few soldiers burning alive or finishing each other off could be heard in the towns surrounding this awful scenery. Mothers hid their children in their houses as their husbands were suffering in these fields of ashes. Single women who wanted to serve, as nurses or soldiers, will be missed just as much as those who stood up for what they thought was right. But through the dust and musk of the leftover fires and war fields, we see two figures facing each other, panting heavily over the tiring past months of fighting. A redhead stares into the amber eyes of the other man, he drops his claymore and takes weak steps to the amber-eyed individual. The latter stares at the redhead's small, shaking steps and drops his spear, trying hurriedly to reach the red man.

The golden eyes meets with the crimson hair of the other as they slowly fall to their knees, holding each other's forearms. The stained clothes on the auburn male showed how hard he had been fighting. The honey-eyed individual's torn and ripped robe showed his own advances in the war. They breathed heavily in silence as they gazed down at the dirt that was almost mud, the thunder booming in the distance as small raindrops hit their exposed skin, some landing in open wounds—others ending in crooks that had dirt and dried blood. The raindrops started falling harder and so did their tears, they were unbelievably exhausted. But eventually, they knew they would need to talk about the fact that they had fought against each other. So they sat in silence still holding on to one another, tears still falling with the raindrops.

“Zhongli.. You know we can’t embrace each other like we used to..” the redhead whispered, “we chose who we fought for.. I protected my home..” he was cut off by the man he had formerly addressed as “Zhongli”. “And I protected my rights as an archon..” the amber-eyed, brown-haired man spoke up. They sat in silence once again. “Besides..” the redhead began, “I’m human, you’re immortal..a dragon.” He spoke solemnly, “I know my love, but we tried to make it work. That’s all that matters, I’ll still love you. In all of your lifetimes in this universe, I promised you that on our first night together,” Zhongli spoke softly he slightly pressed his forehead against Diluc’s with a sigh. Diluc tried to gather himself, his heart ached for Zhongli and he could feel that the amber-eyed dragon felt the same. They stayed this way for a moment or so before Zhongli backed up from Diluc, he felt a sense of unease as he looked over the crimson-haired man his eyes shifting, and lingering on a small unknown figure about 100 yards away.

The figure was holding a bow and arrow. And it was aimed directly at the two of them, before he could react the figure let their finger go of the arrow they had drawn back. Zhongli watched in horror as the world started to move slower, the arrow moving faster than his mind and body. In a blink, the back of his head was slammed into the mud and a jagged rock, after he heard a gasp, he opened his eyes, and then he slowly looked up above him. He was met with the build of Diluc shielding him from the arrow. The arrow that was now poking Zhongli, small blood droplets from the point of the arrow contrasted with the gold and white attire he adorned. All he could hear was the ragged and wincing breaths of Diluc. He blinked again and looked into his eyes, Zhongli’s head was throbbing, but he tried his best to focus his eyesight. Slowly he brought his dirty hand up to Diluc’s face cupping his pale right cheek. Feeling Diluc’s warm tears fall onto his face, a gasped cough came from him as well, causing more tears to fall. Zhongli slowly regained his mind and conscience his eyes widened as he began to move under Diluc, feeling the arrowhead poking at him. Zhongli looked down to notice that the arrow hadn’t only punctured Diluc but had gone through his abdomen completely. Zhongli almost screams, gasping and coughing lightly, trying to hide his sense to vomit but he somehow composes himself. Just then with the whirling sound of the wind, another arrow punctured Diluc’s back and organs.

Zhongli let out a loud choked-back sob as he could feel the stale breakfast he had a day ago coming up. He swallowed roughly as Diluc coughed up a small amount of blood on Zhongli’s cheek. Zhongli sobbed harder as he kept repeating the same thoughts ‘No, no, not now this can’t be happening..please..please don’t leave me just yet..’ Zhongli slowly looked back into Diluc’s eyes. He was gathering his emotions to try and comfort his partner.

“My love, it’s going to be okay..” Zhongli tries to reassure him as he takes shallow breaths. Zhongli himself brought his shaking hands up to Diluc’s wound on his abdomen going to see how bad it truly is. Then Zhongli remembered the arrow that was in his back, near his lungs and heart. Zhongli ripped open Diluc’s coat with boiling rage that could be seen in his honey eyes. He peers to see how bad the wound on his chest has gotten. His eyes widened again the anger immediately turning to worry and sadness, putting his hand over his mouth, more tears flowed as he saw the bloody metal tip, Glancing down to his abdomen he let out a soft curse to himself, when he saw the second arrow tip. The once silver metal and dry wood were now stained with the blood of his love, dripping onto Zhongli’s clothes, the pearly white material being a deep red as more blood flowed out of Diluc’s wound. Zhongli’s tears mixed with Diluc’s on his cheeks, he whispered small pleads as he could only hope this horrible reality was a dream. Zhongli didn’t know what to do, he was filled with rage at the mysterious person who had caused his beloved so much pain and suffering. Slowly Zhongli grabbed Diluc’s shoulders, pushing up to help him to sit down. Trying not to move him too much, some blood gushed out of his wound, Diluc hid his head in the sweaty crook of Zhongli’s neck, biting down on his lip and groaning. With heaving breaths, Diluc spoke words that made Zhongli’s heart sink. “I’m going to die, aren’t I?” Zhongli shook his head from left to right, his vision blurry from his swollen eyelids from crying so hard. Diluc sighed and let a small smile escape him “Even in my last moments, you still try to give me hope,” Diluc says, wishing he could lay down, he remembers the countless nights he spent in Zhongli’s arms to comfort him from his worries, now he’s lying in his arms as his heart slowly stops beating. Pulling him out of his thoughts, Zhongli holds his head to soothe him, petting the messy and matted hair.

They sit in silence as the inevitable is happening, Zhongli stops his hand that was petting the younger male's hair. Reaching for his chin, he slowly brings his face up to his. Looking at the dying light in his eyes, the paleness of his skin. For the second time that night, Zhongli’s heart had broken. “I’m keeping my promise, in your next life I’ll be there. I may not mean the same to you as I do now but nonetheless, I’ll be there for you, I love you.” The tender words of the Brunette made Diluc smile softly. Zhongli could feel Diluc’s breaths getting shallower, “You’re my little Phoenix, I’ll always be looking over you and protect you.” With a small kiss on Diluc’s forehead, Zhongli made another Promise. Diluc nodded very subtly and reached a shaking hand to Zhongli’s face, whispering his last words to him. “I love you, and I’ll see you soon” Zhongli nodded and held Diluc’s hand against his face. Until he felt the dead weight of his hand in his own, Zhongli closed his eyes tightly and slowly let go of his hand. Diluc’s hand could be heard hitting the ground next to him, Zhongli’s sobs got louder as he brought the dead weight of his lover closer to him. Embracing him as a “goodbye”, he stayed like this for a moment before gathering the courage to stand up still holding Diluc’s lifeless body he began to walk. Not caring for the dying out fires or the other lifeless figures covered in mud.

Zhongli walked for miles upon miles until he made it to the peaceful fields of Mondstat, the rain had cleared here leaving a fog. Zhongli looked down at the resting face of his once-alive partner letting a couple of stray tears fall. He walked a few more steps before dropping to his knees and setting Diluc on the ground. After a few ragged breaths and quiet sobs, he plunged his hand into the mud and began to dig. Not caring for his attire or personal health as he used his vision to help him dig deeper and faster. Taking his rage and anger out on the earth. He yelled out to the skies as he still punched the earth, grabbing at the meaningless dirt who had done nothing to hurt him personally. He cursed at the ground with loud sobs, choking on his own tears and saliva. Zhongli’s tears slowly died out as he looked toward Diluc, he pushed his auburn bangs out of his face. His lips quivered, and more tears flowed he took his hand away from Diluc’s face. Looking down at the soil he had been digging up he sighed shakingly, and slowly he began to dig some more.

Hope you guys enjoyed!! i know i enjoyed writing this, make sure to stay for future chapters!! Listen to the Spotify playlist while you read this, it’ll make you feel with the characters deeper! i’m thinking of making a tag list! Would you guys be interested? Comment “🐰” below to be added to it!!

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siriuslysatorusimping · 1 year ago

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Kiko’s Original work: meet some characters

Hiiiiii, I’m in a mood to think about my original work 😅 So, I decided to do a lil post talking about some of the characters! (This story is still very much a WIP, but I do hope to publish it someday.)

I would love your thoughts and feedback!! And I would also love to answer any questions you have 😊

Aeran

Aeran is an element user, specifically an Ice User. Meaning he can control manipulate and, on a small level, manifest ice. He was born and raised in the Heims region, which is known for its almost year-long winter. As an Ice User, his natural body temperature is slightly below the average human, meaning he’s almost always cold.

We first meet Aeran in the prologue of the story, when he is five years old. The story then jumps to “present” day, almost twenty years later, when he is twenty four.

Aeran is someone who grew up believing in the myths and legends he heard, knowing they had to be real because he was. Not to mention that he met a living legend alone on the street as a child, which he knows was real because it left him with a scarf that is perpetually warm and never loses the scent of wildflowers. Something he somehow knows even though he’s never seen the flowers associated with the smell. (Spoiler: the scarf is enchanted.)

Aeran is also one of our narrators.

I mentioned in a recent post about narrators that Aeran is a bit of an unreliable narrator. The reason for this is that he doesn’t know the details. He’s learning a lot of new information and struggling to keep up, especially since this information is contradicting what he’s believed most of his life.

He has a crush on Aleva.

“We know the Ejdirla is here!” The ghulruh’s voice echoed off the surrounding buildings once again, forcing Aeran back into the present. “Where is the Ejdirla Kan?”

Furrowing his brow as the ghulruh spoke, he couldn’t hide his confusion. He’d never heard Dragon Breaths called that before. The legends never called them that.

In his distraction, Aeran hadn’t realized the ghulruh was moving towards him again, bringing the spear head down and shattering his shield easily.

Aleva

Aleva is an Ejdirla Kan, a descendent of a human who was blessed with the breath of the dragons during the Great War. As an Ejdirla Kan, she houses the soul of the dragon who swore an oath with her grandfather. She was born in the region of Canavarların Yenı, the birthplace of the ancient dragons.

She is the first and last of her kind. The first Ejdirla Kan born, the last alive.

We first meet Aleva in the prologue, when she is on her way to meet with an unspecified individual, and she meets Aeran as a child. Her age is never specified, beyond the fact that she is well over four hundred years old by “present” day.

She is fiercely protective of those she cares about, to the point that she does not value her own life.

She and Pietro are former lovers, and both enjoy the game of chess, which she taught him to play.

“It will- control you,” he murmured, the fire in his eyes dimming with each moment that passed. “Don’t let- the anger, don’t let vengeance fuel you. Promise me.”

Staring into her grandfather’s dimming eyes, she felt her head nod, pulling another smile onto his face as he stared up at her. Mixed with her sobs, she heard words falling from her lips, but couldn’t comprehend them. Somewhere between begging him to stay and wanting nothing more than to die with him.

Watching as the fire went out, her scream of pure grief almost drowned out the sound of his fading voice as he spoke his last words.

“Live,” he whispered, his hand going slack. “Live, rühl alev.”

Pietro

Pietro is a magic user with an affinity for lightning, and violence. He and his twin sister, Willa, were born in the region of Liniște. They were orphaned at the age of nine when their parents were burned at the stake for practicing witchcraft. While he had natural talent, the need to survive, and his desire for revenge, pushed him to master magics that took most other magic users decades to learn by the time he was eighteen.

We first meet Pietro when he intercepts Aleva and Aeran on their way to the Heims capital. However, he is referenced by Aleva in previous chapters. In “present” day, he is almost three hundred years old.

He enjoys chess because it helps him gather his thoughts. His favorite opponent is Aleva even though most of their games end in a stalemate.

Pietro is the only magic user in history to have successfully channeled Abeyance magic, which he achieved in his quest to resurrect his parents. His attempt ended in failure, and almost cost him his life.

He is in love with Aleva, though he ended their relationship after an argument because he felt she didn’t trust him enough to communicate with him. However, he has remained firm that he will always be there when she needs his help, whether she wants it or not.

“I love you, Eva,” he stated firmly. A strange clarity overtook him as he spoke, watching her eyes dim. “But I need you to love me back. I can’t take any more of these vague answers or secrets. I deserve better than that.”

His words caused her to snap her mouth shut, blinking furiously as she clearly tried to force the tears away. He stared down at her, unblinking, as she opened and closed her mouth repeatedly.

He had waited almost two centuries. It was time to accept it.

She would never be able to love him. At least, not the way he loved her.

Willa

Willa is a magic user with an affinity for healing. Like her parents, she was sentenced to be burned at the stake for practicing witchcraft when she was eighteen, which drew the attention of Aleva who was passing through the area. She was saved from the brink of death by Aleva, who then burned the entire village to the ground in a mindless rage.

We first meet Willa when she heals Aeran after he is almost killed. As she is Pietro’s twin, she is also almost three hundred years old.

She owns an apothecary shop in the capital of Heims, which she received as a wedding present from her husband, Nedim.

When she settled in Heims with Nedim, she and Pietro helped establish the shuttle system still used today.

Dropping the pestle, she turned and glanced into the storage room in search of him.

“Out!” she barked at the blur she knew was her brother. “Get out from behind there!” His answering laugh brought a reluctant smile onto her face even as annoyance bubbled to the surface again. He knew he wasn’t to meddle in her supplies. “Pietro!” she snapped, waving her hand so the few books that had fallen moved back into place.

“I haven’t touched anything!” he called, still not in sight. “You have my word.”

“Your word is worth cacat, you swine!” she spat back, earning another laugh from him. If you break anything, I’ll-

He appeared in front of her again, dropping a book into her hands. The smirk on his face prompted an eye roll and she turned away, muttering under her breath as she flipped through the book absently.

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lovebaela · 2 years ago

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Ice & Fire ༄ pt. 7 (Bran Stark x Targaryen oc fanfic)

⋇ Chapter 7: Craster’s Keep ⋇

Tsireya’s POV

I don’t even know how many days we’ve been walking for. It’s been so long, I didn’t realize how much I’ve grown.

My skin got darker, and my eyes were more clearly brown. My body was more developed as well. I’m slowly becoming a woman, more like my mother. I think the others started to notice too. At times I’d catch the boys staring at me.

I wasn’t the only one growing though. Bran was growing taller, looking more mature. He was taller than me now as well. He was 14 now, only older than me by a month. His skills in warging grew stronger as well, even warging in Hodor at times, a human. With him being gone so much, I grew closer with the Reeds, especially Jojen. We liked to talk about history, specifically Targaryen history.

We continued on with our journey, Jojen said that we had to go find the three-eyed raven Bran saw in his dreams. The farther North we got, the more colder it was. Osha was also right, we’ve seen different creatures that she mentioned was beyond the wall.

I’ve been scared for Bran recently. He likes to warg into Summer a lot. At times, it’s like he would rather be Summer than human. One day, Bran warged into Summer far too long.“You can wake him up now,” Jojen told me. “He’s been gone far too long.”

I quickly get up and start shaking Bran’s body. “Bran.” There’s no response. I shake him harder, “Bran!” Still nothing. “Bran!” I screamed. He suddenly wakened, panting. He got angry with me, “why did you wake me?”

“You were gone for days!” I shout.

“I was hungry…”

“We’re all hungry,” Meera states.

“Well I was just eating!”

“No,” Jojen corrects him. “Summer was eating. Your body can't live on the food your wolf consumes. Spending too much time in Summer's skin is dangerous. You're not a direwolf, Bran.”

Meera offers Bran morsels to eat. He quickly snatched them from her hands and devoured them.

“Bran, if you stay inside Summer for too long you’ll forget what it is to be human…” Jojen warns him.

Bran continued chewing, as if he wasn’t listening to Jojen at all. Angry, I sit in front of Bran making him look me in the eyes.

“Bran, Rȳbagon naejot zirȳla, (Bran, listen to him)” I said. “Kesā nārhēdegon tolvie run, tolvys. Aōha raqirossa. Aōha lentor. Nyke, gaomagon ao drējī jaelagon bona? (You will forget every thing, everyone. Your friends. Your family. Me, do you truly want that?)”

We haven’t spoken in Valyrian to each other in a while, he knew I was being serious. He stared deeply into my eyes, realizing how he’s been acting. “Daor, dōrī,” he replied, placing his hand on mine. “I’m sorry, I just got carried away…” He promised me that he wouldn’t warg into Summer for too long anymore.

I’ve had my own fair share of magic abilities. Recently, I’ve been finding myself hearing voices in my dreams sometimes. I keep seeing dragons in my dreams too. Now, the dreams were back stronger.

In the middle of walking, we find a weirwood tree with a face on it. It reminded me of the one that was in the godswood in Winterfell. Bran reached his hand out to the tree and touched it, making him have a vision. After the vision was done, he lead the rest of the way.

One night, I couldn’t sleep. “What’s wrong?” I heard a voice ask. My eyes leave the fire and I turn to see Jojen. “I don’t know,” I admit. “I’m just lost.”

“About what?”

“Myself.”

“What’s there to be lost about? You are Tsireya Targaryen. The daughter of dragons. You are blood of the houses that survived the doom! Blood of Old Valyria.”

“I feel them Jojen, I can hear them, see them.”

“Who?”

“Dragons,” I whisper. “I see them them in my sleep. I can feel the flames of their fire and the cold of their ice breath. I don’t know. I’ve always been seeing that same strange dream, since the fall. It’s even more powerful and feels more real now. I want to learn what they mean.”

“You are more powerful than you think,” he tells me, moving closer. “Your egg knows it too.”

“How did you-.”

“I just know,” he answered. “It won’t be an egg forever.” I take my egg out of the bag and stare at it. “When we get to the raven, I’m sure he’ll explain everything.”

“So, you really think I’m special?”

“I know so,” he said, he placed his hand on my cheek. “My princess..”

Jojen leaned his face closer to mine and kissed me. I was surprised, but I didn’t want to push away. As soon as I close my eyes, I saw something strange. I saw Bran! Shocked, I pushed away from him, blushing extremely hard.

“I’m sorry…” I apologize.

“It’s okay, I shouldn’t have done that,” he said wrapping his arm around me. “I apologize.”

“I didn’t hate it though…” I smile, blushing.

Jojen chuckled, “we should get some rest, okay?”

“Okay.”

We both go to sleep. Ever since that night, I was a lot more shy with Jojen and he liked to flirt to tease me. Bran has also been a bit cold towards me though, I wonder what’s wrong. As we set up our camp, I ask Bran if we could talk.

We go a bit farther into the cold forest so we can be alone.

“Skoros iksis jāre va? (What’s going on)” I ask him. “skoro syt issi ao issare hae bisa? (Why are you being like this)”

“Pār skori gōntan ao rȳbagon? (Since when did you care)” he snapped back. “You were talking with Jojen just fine before but all of a sudden you’re thinking of me?”

“What does Jojen have to do with this?”

“I saw- well- ugh!” He said, starting to walk away. “Just forget it..”

“No!” I said, stopping his tracks. “No, Bran I want to talk-.”

We hear a strange noise. It sounded like…a baby?

“Did you hear that?” He asked. I nod, “We should go back to the others.”

We go back to the camp and ask them if they heard the same thing. They all agreed.

“I’m going to go check it out,” Bran said.

“Wait,” I tell him, placing my hand on his chest. “What if it’s dangerous?”

“I’ll be okay, trust me.”

Bran wargs into Summer and we watch as the wolf disappeared into the darkness. After a couple of minutes, Bran jumps out of no where. I run to him, holding his hand, “are you okay? What happened?”

“I-It’s Summer, he’s hurt in a trap!” He tells me. “I think they have Jon’s direwolf too, they have Ghost!”

We left the camp to find Summer. Bran led the way, knowing where to go. We finally found the location that was holding Summer and Ghost captive. We hide where no one could see us.

“It’s the Night’s Watch,” Bran said. “Look. Jon might be here.”

“If he were here, why would they have his wolf locked up?” Meera asked.

I stayed silent as I watched the women there, they looked absolutely miserable! Meera and I got the chills as we watched a woman whimpering as one of the men grabbed her.

“I don’t think this place is safe.” I whisper, feeling scared.

Jojen remained silent, he was more quiet than usual.

“We need to go.” Meera said.

“No!” Bran protested.

“Bran, we need to leave.”

“Not without Summer!”

“Bran’s right,” I agreed. “We can’t leave him here!”

Meera sighed, “do you remember where he was?”

“The east side of the keep.” Bran answered.

Meera gets up, “if I’m not back soon, we’ll meet-.” Meera suddenly gets knocked out, dropping to the ground.

“Hodor!” Hodor said, standing up. Before he could do anything, two men pointed their swords at him.

Oh great, we’re surrounded.

The men throw us into the hall tying our hands and legs together. Bran and I were placed against the wall while Meera and Jojen were more in the middle.

We could all hear poor Hodor getting tortured right outside. I start to breath hard, trying not to panic. I am Tsireya Targaryen. I am blood of the dragon, blood of Old Valyria, blood of the Conqueror himself.

Saying that in my head reminded me of someone, Daenerys. I haven’t heard from her in so long. The last time we wrote to each other I was only 10. I wouldn’t be surprised if she were dead, us Targaryen can’t be happy in this world.

I heard Bran whisper, “hey, it’s going to be okay.”

“Bran, I’m so scared.” I confessed. “What are we going to do?”

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “In case we don’t make it…I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way earlier. You didn’t deserve that, I’m so sorry. I was the one who was always gone, pushing you away, yet I lashed out on you. I’m a horrible friend.”

“No Bran,” I tell him. “I wasn’t talking to you as much as I did before and I am sorry. You are my family, my Prince…”

Before Bran could respond, the men drag Hodor inside with us. A man, holding a skull in his hand like a wine cup, walks in. One of his minions, it seemed, called him Karl. Karl bends his knees to lower his level to Bran’s. He notices what Bran was wearing under his fur, “this is nice,” he said, touching it. “Fine leather, you’re definitely no wildling.”

I look around the room and see some of the women. A lot of them were bruised badly.

“You’re important, highborn,” Karl continued. “Who are you?”

Bran remained silent with a slight smirk on his face.

Turning quick to anger, Karl stood up and then slapped Bran on the face hard, making his lip bleed, “You see, where I come from, a commoner like me slaps a little lord like you, I’d lose my right hand..”

“Hey!” I yelled. “Leave him alone!”

“Look what we have here,” he said, moving in front of me, “and the little lord’s lady I assume.”

I didn’t respond.

“You look important too,” he chuckled. “You don’t sound like you are from around here…untie her.” The men did as he said and brought me up to my feet. They had a tight grip on me so I wouldn’t try anything. He looked at my hair, “I like your hair.” He began to stroke it with a creepy smirk on his face, “beautiful, silver hair…I could have sons with hair like yours…” chills travelled down my spine.

I look over at Bran, he looked furious, but he knew he couldn’t do anything about it.

Karl looks at Meera, “you’re hair reminds me of my mother, beautiful, soft curls…” Meera didn’t say anything. “Tell me ladies, what are you fancy looking folks doing this far in the woods?” My eyes stared into his, not saying a word.

“Four highborn hostages,” he said, walking away from me, circling us. “That’s a lot of mouths to feed-.”

Jojen starts to shake violently again, freaking the men out. This can’t be good. Meera started to move towards her brother until Karl dragged her back by the hair, “come here!”

“Let me help him,” she pleaded. “Please!”

“Who are you?”

Karl signaled for one of the men to point their sword at me, “who are you?!”

“I’m Brandon Stark!” Bran shouted. “Prince Brandon Stark of Winterfell!”

“He’s Jon Snow’s brother,” one of the men said. Karl drops Meera and she quickly goes to Jojen.

“This is going to be interesting…” Karl smirked. He looks over at me, “you would make a nice addition to my women here. A foreign slave…”

“I am not your slave or your anything!” I snap back, “I am blood of the dragon, Aegon the Conqueror, blood of Old Valyria! If you even try to raise a hand to me, it will be the last time that you have hands and fire will reign upon you!”

The men went silent until they all bursted out laughing at me. I roll my eyes.

“I like her,” Karl told them. “She’s got that fire in her…take her to the other room.” The men yank me to follow them.

“No!” Bran yelled. “Don’t you dare touch her!”

My eyes don’t leave Bran’s, “Bran!” I shout on fear.

“Tsireya!”

Bran’s POV

Oh no, they took Tsireya away…what am I going to do? I never should have yelled at her earlier like that. If I knew this would happen, I never would have spoken to her that way…

The four of us remained in the hall, thinking. I could have sworn I heard a noise, but once I turned my head, it was only the lantern outside moving.

“We must let nothing stop you,” Jojen said.

“They’ve already stopped me,” I replied. “I mean look at me, a Prince who yielded his kingdom, and now a Prince who can’t even protect his friends…Tsireya..”

“She’ll be fine,” he told me. “She’s stronger than you think.”

“I’m still worried for her…” I said. “We need to get her out of there…if that man were to…to…you know, I’d never forgive myself. Because I-I care for her.”

Jojen begins to cough. “You need water,” Meera said.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Of course it matters!”

“This isn’t about me,” Jojen told Meera. “It’s about getting Bran to the three-eyed raven…Tsireya too.” He looks at me, “you’re far from here, at the hill. A great weirwood tree. The three of us in here are only to guide you. You have to make it, both of you.”

I nod, starting to have more hope, “we will.”

Tsireya’s POV

I was taken to a different room with a whole lot more women. They all gasped once they saw m get thrown to the ground. After the men left, I asked the women, “what is this place?”

“Craster’s Keep…we’ll it used to be his until Karl took over,” the eldest woman told me, “I’m so sorry child, he’ll come soon and take you as his.”

“No,” I refused, “I’ll fight him if I have to!”

“He’s too strong…”

I didn’t want to cry, but tears started to form in my eyes. There wasn’t any point in running out, his men are everywhere! Maybe this is the end…I desperately look for anything to defend myself with. The best I could see was a rock, so I grabbed it and put it in my pocket.

Karl walks into the room, “Now where were we?”

I don’t say a word.

“I bet you’re hungry, aren’t you?” He asked me, holding a bowl of chicken.

I was actually pretty hungry. Without saying a word, I nod in response.

“If you be a good girl for me I’ll let you have one, can you do that?”

I nod again, standing up slowly. He chuckled, “good, now come here.”

I walk slowly to him and get very close, not breaking eye contact, “thank you for the food sir..” I slowly reach into my pocket.

He smirks creepily and placed his hand on my cheek, “there’s the respect I want..” he leans in closer for a kiss.

Before our mouths touched, I whacked him across the head with the rock. He screamed alerting two of his men to run inside. He slapped me across the face so hard I fell down.

“You little bitch!” He shouted. “Grab her now!” The two men grabbed both of my arms.

“Take her back to her friends, they’ll be in for a treat,” he said.

The women gasped saying, “no!”

“You all shut it!”

They dragged me back into the room with the others.

Bran’s face immediately went scared, noticing the red hand mark on my cheek, “Tsireya!”

“Bran!” I yell.

The men chain my hands above my head, letting the rest of my body hang.

“Hodor!” Hodor yelled in concern.

“Leave her alone!” Meera said.

“When I’m through with this one, you’ll be next,” Karl replied to her. He then turned to Bran saying, “your little silver haired lady over here disobeyed me, so now, you’re going to sit there…and watch what I’m going to do to her..”

I was shocked to see the look on Bran’s face, he looked like he wanted to commit murder.

“You will do no such thing,” Bran threatened him, “your time will be up soon.”

“We saw you,” Jojen joined in, “we saw you burn in a fire…the snow falling to bury your bones…” I could tell Karl was a bit shaken up from what they said.

Karl turns back to me with lust in his eyes, “be a good girl and don’t squirm.” I shut my eyes, preparing for what would happen.

Before he could take my clothes off, one of his men from outside barged in, “It’s the Night’s Watch!” They both immediately leave to go fight.

I let out a huge sigh of relief, so did Bran. “Are you okay?” He asked me.

“Yes, I’m okay..” I smile, “but if we don’t get out of here, he’ll come back!”

“But how?” Meera asked.

Suddenly, a man of the Night’s Watch comes in and goes to Bran to untie him, The rescue party is here lads…and ladies.”

“Is Jon with you?” Bran asked.

“Aye,” he answered. “I’ll take you to him.”

We all look at each other, not sure what to think.

“You’re Brandon Stark?” He asked. Bran didn’t respond.

“We’re going to go ride-.”

Bran started yelling Jon’s name until the man cut his leg and covered his mouth, “keep talking, and I’ll cut your friends’ throats. Starting with the girl.” He said looking over at me, “Do you understand?” Bran nods. He started to carry Bran away as I screamed for him.

Hodor started moving back and forth, panicking.

“What do we do?” I asked Meera looking down at her.

“I…I don’t know.”

Hodor’s eyes for a moment go white and then back to normal. Though, it didn’t seem like it was Hodor. It was Bran! I have to admit, Hodor with an angry face was extremely scary. He was able to break loose from his chains and he quickly unchained me before going after his body.

I untie Meera and Jojen, “I’ll be right back!” I run to the other women to warn them, “you all need to leave!”

They all remained still, scared. “Do you guys want to live in this hell hole or do you want to be free? Come on!” I yell. They all start to run outside together. I follow after them until I hear a man go, “hey, you there!” Before I knew it, he tackled me to the ground and straddled me. “What do you think you’re doing?” He asked me. “You’re going to pay-.” A sword goes right through his mouth, making his blood go on my face. After I pushed the lifeless body off of me, I look up and see Bran! He honestly looked just as shocked as I was. “Bran?” I asked. For once, instead of his eyes being cold, I saw fire. I didn’t even notice how much I was blushing.

“I-Issi ao sȳz?” He asked me, dropping the bloody sword. He grabbed my shoulders, “Gōntan ziry ōdrikagon ao, Tsireya?!”

“Daor…” I answer. Before he could say anything else, the rest of the gang comes over.

“We need to leave,” Jojen said.

“But Jon is here!” Bran protested, “I want to talk to him-.”

“He’d never let you go see the raven,” Jojen said.

“But..he’s my brother.”

“I know it’s hard Bran, but you need to make your choice.”

Bran stood in silence and then said, “we need to let Summer out of the trap. Then we need to go.”

We all nod and go back to our camp. It was hard for all of us to sleep after all of that. The others finally went to sleep, but I was still awake. I held my egg close to the fire, staring at the flames.

“What’s wrong?” Bran asked me, “can’t sleep?”

“No.” I answer.

“How are you feeling.?”

“I’m still a bit shaken up,” I replied. “For a moment I really thought it was the end.”

“When he took you away, I was so afraid,” he confessed. “Afraid that he would…would- and I just sat there.”

“Oh Bran don’t-.”

“No, he was going to have his way with you as I sat there! When there was nothing I could even do about it…gods he was so close..ever since I was little all I wanted to be was a knight. How can I even be one if I can’t always protect you?”

“Sure, you weren’t able to help me, but that wasn’t your fault Bran!” I tell him, moving closer to take his hand. “But then you saved me from that other man, no one has ever done anything like that for me before…you were so brave,” I lightly blush, “my brave Prince…my knight” I look down at Bran’s cut and rip a piece of my cloth to wrap it around his thigh.

Bran started to turn red, “well w-who wouldn’t have done it…? Just seeing him on top of you like that, I don’t know, something just came over me.”

I place my head on his shoulder and whisper, “I don’t know what I’d do without you Bran.”

He smiled and wrapped his arm around me, “same here, you were with me every step of the way. I appreciate you so much for that.”

I held my egg close to me as I slept on Bran’s shoulder, he fell asleep with his arm around me, keeping me warm.

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bbygirl-aemond · 2 years ago

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I’m really curious where you come up with prophecies and Valyrian lore from? It’s canonically different as Vermithor and Vhagar aren’t siblings. Nor are there any confirmed prophecies about Aemond. There are no multiple dragon riders, even Danaeyrs only rode Drogon. Is the lore canon divergence, or your interpretation of what cannon could be?

Yeah sure I'm happy to compile all of my reasoning for the different magical decisions! I've grounded all of these decisions in different parts of canon, and took a ton of care to make sure I never once explicitly contradicted canon laws surrounding things like magic and dragon heritage. So even if you disagree about the source material I've based these decisions off of, you at least have to acknowledge I haven't violated anything by introducing this lore. I'll mention my sources more explicitly below, but I've drawn from A Song of Ice and Fire, House of the Dragon, Fire and Blood, The World of Ice and Fire, and remarks made by House of the Dragon's showrunners and actors. So let's go through it (for other Stormbreak readers, there might be some interesting hints in here...):

Vhagar and Vermithor

First, a tiny correction: Vhagar and Vermithor aren't siblings in Stormbreak. They're parent and child. This isn't confirmed in canon, but there's a ton of evidence to suggest it, drawing from Fire and Blood and House of the Dragon. According to canon, Vhagar and Vermithor are the only two dragons alive during the Dance with multiple, highly-specific features: Their size, their coloring, and even their bone structure. I've written about this biology aspect in more detail here and here.

It also fits very well into GRRM's narrative arc for Vermithor to have hatched from either Vhagar or Balerion's egg. Jaehaerys with Vermithor is set up as a direct parallel to Aegon on Quicksilver. Aegon dies fighting Maegor, who's riding Balerion, specifically because his dragon is too young and small. Vhagar was still bonded to Visenya at the time, so the next best option for a thematic match to Balerion would be either Vhagar or Balerion's offspring.

Additionally, it's significant that Rhaena, who's coded as a potential dragon dreamer, is the one who puts this egg in Jaehaerys's cradle. Perhaps she foresaw some part of the conflict that would happen, and knew Jaehaerys would need a formidable dragon that would allow him to go up against Balerion and Maegor. I've written about this in more detail here.

Even if you don't believe Rhaena's a dreamer, it's canon that the tension between Maegor and Aenys existed long before Aegon or Aenys ever died and Rhaena would have known her family's political position was very precarious. In this case, it makes even more sense for Rhaena to use Vhagar's egg specifically; at the time Jaehaerys was born, the only dragon on Maegor's side was Vhagar. It would make sense for Rhaena to want to arm her family against the dragon she knew would fight for Maegor's claim and would be trying to counter Vhagar in particular with her choice of egg. And what better counter to a gargantuan dragon than its own child, guaranteed to also be huge?

Aemond as a dragon dreamer

There are a few different parts to why I felt Aemond could have a connection to the future. My sources for this are the HotD showrunners, Aemond's actor, and the ASoIaF series.

I drew inspiration from the writers of House of the Dragon, who talked with Aemond's actor at length about intentionally basing his character off of the myth of the cyclops from Greek and Roman mythology. The cyclops has only one eye because he traded the other for knowledge of his future death. This idea of trading an eye for foresight is pretty common throughout mythology; another example is the god Odin from Norse mythology. From the interview, it's clear that Aemond has some knowledge of the future, because the actor was specifically asked to consider how that knowledge would impact Aemond's personality when deciding how to portray him. I've talked more about this here if you're curious!

The interview then made me wonder whether there might be reasons for two of Alicent's children having explicitly confirmed abilities to see the future (though to varying degrees). So in Stormbreak, the dreaming abilities of Aemond, Helaena, Jaehaera, and the fourth mystery dreamer are all related to their Hightower heritage. I've based this on canonical theories by the Maesters as to how House Hightower originated, plus canonical details about the structure/foundation of the Hightower itself.

As a hint: According to The World of Ice and Fire, the Hightower is built upon a second, much older fortress of unspecified origin. It's made of fused black stone and contains "gloomy halls, vaults, and chambers," so it's a veritable castle/fortress in and of itself. I wonder where else we might find fused black stone in the ASoIaF universe...?

Multiple dragon bonds

This is going to be the shortest part of this ask, because I've already explained everything in a separate post here, but maybe you had some trouble navigating my blog and couldn't find it. For your future reference, I have a document here with a directory of every post I've ever made. If you navigate using the outline on the left-hand side, you'll be able to get pretty easily to the portion that deals with my posts related to Stormbreak.

TLDR: The multiple dragon thing isn't an Aemond-specific ability. None of these things are. And if some of y'all would wait until the fic is finished to come after me for unfairly favoring him, you'd understand that! I mean, I have 2+ members of Team Black planned to end up with two dragons. It's a Targaryen thing, and they're all Targaryens, so statistically it's going to happen.

Part of reading a WIP is that you need to have faith in the author; if anyone struggles with that, they should stay away from WIPs in general, including this one. Remember, that's the joy of fandom- you get to choose to engage with the content that best fits your preferences!

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daenerysstormreborn · 2 years ago

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Hello, this is my sideblog for ASoIaF/GoT and HotD. I follow back from c********g. Things to know:

I am a 26 year old woman living in the US.

I’m a big fan of Daenerys she’s my girl and I think she’s a very complex and nuanced character and most takes on her don’t grant her enough complexity one way or another. I don’t think the show adapted her well and I do not like the ending the show gave to her. You are welcome to follow and engage regardless of your opinion on her, though.

I like Jonerys but I’m not into shipping much and I only like a very specific “they escape the narrative together” version of it. Neutral to other Jon ships and I enjoy following people who ship other things because the metas are still fun to read.

I used to be negative about Sansa and JxS but I no longer hold these opinions. I love Sansa now and I’m neutral to the ship.

My favorite characters from the main series are Dany, Jon, Cersei, Sansa, Jaime, Arya, Sam, Asha, Brienne, and Arianne.

Other favored ships include: Sansa/Podrick, Cersei/Rhaegar, Brienne/Sansa, Jon/Satin, Theon/Robb, Ned/Cat.

Only ships I really can’t tolerate (censored to keep them out of the tags) are Dany/Dr*go, Dany/J*rah, Arya/J*quen, Sansa/Tyri*n, and Sansa/P*tyr

My favorite Fire and Blood character are the dragon twins Rhaena and Baela, Nettles, Saera Targaryen, and Viserra Targaryen.

I love house Targaryen but it’s because I love doom and horror. I don’t think the Targs are like. Ontologically evil or anything. But I firmly believe the readers are supposed to be critical of Valyrian/Targaryen practices and the series is simply more interesting that way.

Other favored houses include Stark, Dayne, and Whent.

I do not identify with “stan” culture be it a character, ship, or house.

I prefer team black in the books but hotd has failed them so badly and I find myself more interested in Aegon II and Alicent just because the show has given more interesting characterization. They’re not good people and Rhaenyra is still rightful heir I’m just compelled by characterization

You are welcome to message me or add commentary on any of my posts.

If you find anything I post objectionable, I would love to talk about it. I’m always open to being wrong. I follow many blogs that post things I disagree with for a reason. It’s intellectually engaging and fun to compare differing thoughts. I’ll never tell you not to block me because you have every right to curate your own blogging experience to be enjoyable for you, but just know that I’m always open to discussion and I never block people just for disagreeing with me.

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kwockxpressions · 1 year ago

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Amy Gonzalez Montufar

1. Name, Year, Major & Hometown

Hello everyone! My name is Amy Gonzalez! I am a 3rd-year Managerial Economics Major, Technology Management and Communications double minor. I’m from the Bay Area, specifically San Jose! 😎

2. What are you most proud of?

Something I am most proud of is being a first-generation college student and seeing everything through!

3. If you could choose a Sanrio character as a pet, which one would it be and why?

My housemates and I recently talked about what Sanrio Character represents us the best so answering this question is a funny coincidence to me! If I could choose a Sanrio Character as a pet, it would definitely be Badtz Maru. This is because he dreams of greatness and rolls his eyes at his humorous life. He also has a pet alligator named Pochi, and I have two pet geckos. Lastly, he loves music, especially rock, just like me. He would be an awesome character to get along with.

4. What is the biggest green flag in someone?

The biggest green flag in someone is being respectful and having a good sense of humor!

5. What’s your biggest ick?

My biggest ick in someone has to be being disrespectful and egotistical.

6. If you were Kirby, who/what would you swallow and become?

If I were Kirby, I would consume and become a dragon! Imagine being able to fly and breathe fire!

7. What’s the most embarrassing moment in your life?

Most moments in my life are embarrassing but I’ve learned to be able to laugh at myself and embarrassing situations. One embarrassing moment that comes to mind is when I was a kid and apparently a “Pogo-stick legend”. I was playing outside my house, showing off my skills to my siblings, when my crush walked by and called out my name. I turned around and fell on my butt LOL!

8. When’s the last time you cried?

The last time I cried was probably three weeks ago when I watched a really sad TikTok about a kitten.

9. What’s your most used emoji?

My most used emoji is 😎, I literally already used it above ^

10. What do you value in friendship and tell me about your best friend?

I love talking to people and making new friends. It's interesting to hear about how other human beings are living their lives and what experiences they have undergone. It helps me stay open-minded as I am presented with other perspectives. I also love being “there” for my friends. I always want my friends to know that I will have their backs no matter what (sounds so cliche but it’s true). I will always be a listening ear, I will always give them my perspective on things if asked, I will always help them in any way I can, and if anything, I will always be there for moral support. I value trustworthy people who reciprocate my respect and overall energy. What I value in a friendship definitely includes respect, humor, open-mindedness, and communication. Establishing mutual respect for one another provides a clean slate on which other friendly attributes can be built from there. With no respect, there's no strong foundation and nothing meaningful can be built on a weak foundation. Everyone is entitled to live their lives the way they want and as long as it's not hurting anyone else, who am I to judge or stop them? Humor and open-mindedness are also other attributes I value in a friendship. People who are able to laugh stressors away and understand that everyone has a different perspective on life are definitely people I get along with easily. Lastly, communication is also very valuable to me in a friendship. People who are able to understand that mind-reading is not possible for most people are elite. I am a very straightforward person, I really do not beat around the bush about most things. If someone is able to communicate their feelings and thoughts, there will be no misunderstandings as we will be able to talk about problems and solve them! :3 My two closest friends Angela and Cristina are great representatives of everything I just mentioned, which is why we are still close! <3

#pimpshitnosimpshit

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alexiethymia · 3 years ago

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Jeanne Theories (but more like questions)

A dump for all my questions and theories about Jeanne. In the manga, the third chapter is named after her (Chapter 1 is Vanitas, while Chapter 2 is Noe). Arguably, you could say she’s the third most important character. Among all of the main characters, her past seems to be the one we know least about. This actually ties to my questions relating to vampires and their ages.

I am a bit confused about how aging works with vampires and how that reflects physically. We have Noe and Dominique who are chronologically the same age as Vanitas. Assuming nothing goes wrong, human Vanitas would die of old age (except we know that isn’t the case), while Noe and Dominique would look physically the same how many years later. Jeanne’s age wasn’t intentionally revealed because I think it ties in with the plot, but we know she’s centuries older than the main cast. She’s been with Ruthven since before the betrayal, and grew up with Chloe. This is where it gets confusing for me. Chloe became a vampire at four, but physically stopped aging at eleven years old. Jean Jaques was also a hidden vampire changed by Babel but he ended up growing and looking older than Chloe (at least physically). Same with Jeanne. She and Chloe met when Jeanne was younger than her, but Jeanne grew up to look like a young woman. I’m curious as to the difference as to why it was only Chloe who stopped growing physically at around eleven years old, although she’s older than Ruthven.

Jeanne’s link to Luna of the Blue Moon

I don’t think the line above is a throw-away line. Jeanne was of Ruthven’s time, and we find out that Luna had also seen her, specifically during the time of the Great War. She left that big of an impact on Luna that they would retell the story to Vanitas (and I presume Mikhail too), which had that much of impact on him as well.

They removed this context from the anime which makes it as if Vanitas heard of Jeanne through stories, except we know from the manga that it was more personal since he heard it from Luna.

Why exactly did Luna have admiration towards Jeanne? Was it because she was slaughtering Vampires of the Red Moon? But contrary to the rumors, recent chapters would show us that Luna didn’t seem to be a vengeful entity or hold ill-will toward Vampires of the Red Moon.

Luna was also probably the reason why Vanitas felt an initial connection with Jeanne. Like with his hourglass earring, the name, the book, the gloves, etc., despite their complicated past, Vanitas seems to be (consciously or unconsciously) maintaining a link with Luna.

Jeanne’s Slumber (possible connections with Sleeping Beauty)

Why was it necessary for Jeanne to sleep all this time? And why did she have to wake up now, at this exact moment in time? What exact thing does Ruthven need to use her for, and for what purpose? Because let’s admit it, Lord Ruthven is shady af.

It’s also ironic how Jeanne reads Sleeping Beauty and places Vanitas in the princess’ position, when she has more in common with the fairytale. Having to sleep for a hundred years, her mark is that of a rose with thorns evoking the imagery of ‘Briar Rose’ and the spindle, while her epithet ‘Hellfire Witch’ evokes imagery of the evil fairy who could turn into a dragon and breathe fire (admittedly I may be focusing on the Disney version too much).

We know she’s named after Jeanne d’Arc, a martyr who was burnt at the stake (please, please, let this not be foreshadowing of how she dies) hence the connection to her epithet ‘Hellfire Witch’, but even disregarding how vampires (and perhaps humans as well?) have true names, Vanitas says she was ‘bestowed’ a saintly name. We know she was adopted, and we don’t know the circumstances of her birth which are shrouded in mystery, but could Ruthven have been the one to grant the name ‘Jeanne’ to her?

If not for the fact that we already had Florifel and Eglantine in the first chapter, I would have thought Jeanne’s true name and malnomen if she gets one later would be connected to the fairy tale of Sleeping Beauty.

Jeanne’s Malady

The vampires in Vanitas no Carte are different from the stereotypical portrayals of vampires, except for one - Jeanne. Jeanne has that uncontrollable desire to drink blood, and yet as of now, doesn’t appear to be a curse bearer. Based on her patchy memories, we can infer it was Ruthven who made her like this, is the one to supply her with her sketchy medicine, all the while forcing her to swear not to talk about it.

Is she in the same predicament as Loki, Luca’s older brother, forced to have the symptoms of a curse bearer and yet being prevented from being cured, by Ruthven? For what greater purpose? Why is it necessary for Loki to be a curse bearer? And more intriguing than that, why is he consenting to it? It all relates to the Queen somehow, something which no one is privy to except the Oriflamme Family.

Sleeping Lions

Who could Marquis Machina be referring to? Everyone in the Oriflamme family, and by extension Jeanne, have connections with the imagery of lions and fire (they seem to have an elemental affinity like how Luca displayed, except that Ruthven’s is black fire, which makes me wonder what color Loki’s flames would be if ever). Jeanne can’t seem to manipulate the World Formula like Ruthven and Veronica though. The flames come out of her gauntlet, Carpe Diem.

In relation to that, I think Misha’s patron is Marquis Machina. In the same way, Marquis Machina built Carpe Diem for Jeanne, I think he built Misha’s hand and dog for him. I mean Marquis Machina doesn’t seem to be working with Ruthven and Charlatan. His pieces seem to be the kin of the Blue Moon (Vanitas and Misha), the dhams, and the De Sade family. It could also be that the De Sade have their own agenda and are just using Marquis Machina or it’s just a mutual beneficial arrangement. If so, an eventually power struggle is bound to break out, possibly between the De Sade and the Oriflamme families, and poor Jeanne will be caught in the middle. Where then does the Shapeless One play into this? Perhaps a third faction? A silent observer? A loyalist to the queen? There’s still too little information to theorize.

Who could the Sleeping Lion Marquis Machina wants to see wake up be?

Jeanne, Faustina, Luna, and Naenia

It could just be a stylistic thing, but the long flowing light colored hair seem to be common among all of them.

In relation to Pandora Hearts and its themes of will and what measure is a person, what if the Jeanne that we know now is just a consciousness inhabiting a body (kind of like Oz and Jack), specifically the queen’s body to be exact. It would certainly be foreshadowing to when she says ‘promise to kill me when I’m no longer myself anymore’.

Alternatively, the current Jeanne we know may just be a vessel or a golem to house the Queen whose body has deteriorated. It certainly would explain why she was treated as a doll even in her earliest memories. ‘Jeanne’ isn’t supposed to exist.

Although it’s a long shot, since Ruthven has connections with Charlatan, and by extension Dr. Moreau, could ‘No. 70′ have been Jeanne? Again like I said, it’s a long shot. I think it’s likelier that No. 70 is a character we haven’t been introduced to yet.

Jeanne’s Parents

This is a Mochizuki work. Of course, there’s got to be something to it. Why exactly did they side with the humans so suddenly in the war? What horrible thing did the vampires do to have over a thousand of their kind turn against them? And yet the way it reads, rather than betray Ruthven, I think Jeanne’s parents along with all of the vampires who were slaughtered were sacrificial pawns. Maybe I’m just really biased against Ruthven, but I think he was the one to lead the rebellion of his students, and like Chloe, although he presents himself to be an ally of the current Vampire Monarchy, perhaps he’s just biding his time to get revenge for his students. In working with Charlatan, it’s vampires who he’s harming.

What greater purpose could he have in wanting to assassinate his own nephew or ally himself with a known vampire extermination unit of the Chasseurs (Gano and his ilk) or in killing so many vampires by having their true names corrupted?

Face to face with Noe, we see in their meeting that Noe says the exact same words Ruthven told Chloe when he was younger. Noe reminds Ruthven of his students, while Ruthven reminds Noe of his teacher. I’m not really sure where I’m going with this, but it seems like the Ruthven of now scorns his past self’s moderate and progressive ideals of vampires and humans living in harmony. He speaks of our side, your side, and Noe having to choose one or the other. And yet all of his collective actions at this point have served not to protect but rather harm vampire kind, which puts him in direct opposition to Vanitas who wants to save vampires.

In relation to Jeanne, there will be a boiling point. She’s loyal to Luca and she’s loyal to Ruthven. She’s incredibly fond of Dominique. As of now, she also loves Vanitas. And yet down the line, inevitably Luca and Ruthven will be on opposing sides, so I am curious to see how the betrayals and conflicting loyalties will play out.

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dodo-begone · 3 years ago

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Now Listen Here Sad Bitches - Stop Being Sad

Pairing: Yan!Xisuma x Reader (idk if it's rlly yan tbh)

Request: If you’re up to it can I get yandere nHo hcs? Bc I’m desperate for nHo content, But if you don’t know enough about the nHo boys can you do a continuation of your yandere xisuma fic? bc it was really good👀

Word count: 5k words

Warning: Falling, Depression, Death, Yandere (?)(just a bit posessive/protective at the end), Bit of confusion/memory loss, Mention of Running Away

This is a Part 2 to Ugly Fuckling

If this EVER looks funky or glitched, here's a link to it on Ao3.

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A methodical ticking echoes around the room, the only indicator that time was passing. The room was nearly a blinding black, yet a ray of moonlight made its way into the room. From that, you were able to see Xisuma. Without his helmet covering his face, he looked much more welcoming and soft. It wasn’t like he wasn’t soft and welcoming anyways, he just looked so much softer and approachable. A real person - man what were you even thinking?

Mentally shaking off that train of thought, you let your mind wander onto a different topic. Since Xisuma stopped you from following through with your impulsive decision to leave, he hadn’t exactly let you out of his sight. A few of your activities were free from his supervision, but otherwise you were with him.

At first you felt like an absolute bother to him, but his insistence that it was all fine made things better. Minimally better, if you were to speak honestly. It didn’t alleviate your feelings at all. He was being so nice and attentive to you and your needs. And what were you doing with that? You were being the little debbie downer that you are and not getting better. Come on, this was all for you. That meant you had to get better for him since he was putting so much effort into making you get better.

He made you all of your favorite foods, cuddled you any time even a tear fell from your eyes, asked about what was worrying or saddening you and trying to talk you through it to feel better, and so much more. All around it was everything you needed, really it was. Everything was getting better, yet you weren’t.

This had been going on for days, and you were still thinking of leaving. Though technically you did. Maybe the entire server moved with you. Maybe that fact could be ignored. Maybe. Everyone gathered up and went to a new server not too long after your most recent “escape” attempt. You weren’t sure if it was the unsaid yearly move to a new season or what, but it seemed a little too convenient if you thought about it. But thinking was a laborious and bothersome task. So no thoughts - only depression. Yea, that’s how things rolled for you.

The thought of leaving was far from leaving your mind. It was always on the backburner, but became a prominent thought whenever you weren’t with anybody. Especially Xisuma. Voices whispered to feed your insecurities, giving a source for your depression to grow off of. And boy was it growing. Adding in this new move made you question a bit more.

You knew you wanted to leave the server because of how icky, disgusting and disappointing you were, but now you were truly realizing where the issue lay. Wel, you knew before, but it just became more evident. It wasn’t the server itself. The issue lay between you and the hermits. So that feeling of not belonging? Still rather prominent. Even with their fresh new start where everyone had the same resources, said “resources” were nonexistent since everyone started with nothing, it was rather evident you still didn’t belong.

Grian was the only one who didn’t build a “starter house” immediately. That made two hermits you knew who didn’t make a starter house. The two hermits being you and Grian, so that made you feel better. Until you found out the reason he didn’t make a house was because he went to defeat the Ender Dragon and get loot from end cities. Yea that really didn’t make you feel better. And these “starter” builds the others made were no joke. They weren’t even starters, in your opinion. These were whole builds in and of themselves. Like things you’d be building late game, if you even got around to making anything that could compare.

Once again, your mind cemented that you were very alien to this group. Alongside the “new fodder” that you had, which was really recycled thoughts, memories, or insecurities, you started to cry. Stifling your sobs without being able to cover your mouth with your hands is a very hard task. All remaining strength you had went into calming your breath and being as silent as possible. You still allowed the tears to continue their route down your cheeks with no intent to stop them. If you only allow tears to flow with no noise, you can get your emotions out while not bothering Xisuma. A win-win.

Time was illusive, slipping through your hands like sand. One moment you were crying next to Xisuma in bed then a blink later you were waking up in an empty bed. The ever annoying sun was flaunting its energy and jovial beams into the room and blinding you with it. Man, how you envied the sun. It was able to get up every day and do its duty. And not even the duty it was exactly made for. One that it conveniently worked with. A necessity to life.

Still, you layed in bed. Too lethargic to move on your own; there was no will or energy to move. Well, there was one reason; you wanted to search for Xisuma. Where could he have gone off to? He wasn’t in the bed. Somewhere else in the house? Out on a project? Who knows. The likelihood of him being gone was high and that, along with the thoughts, kept you in the bed.

The day passed. Maybe you slept. You were still very tired and very sad, so it really made no difference in the end if you did actually sleep sometime that day since nothing changed. Snuggling into the blankets for warmth and comfort, you awaited for Xisuma’s return. Though you don’t remember him saying that he was going anywhere in particular yesterday. Did he? Memories blurred together and multiple days became one mushed memory. Many memories of him mentioning future projects to you or other things came to mind. How recent were those? Mulling over your memories, you tried to pinpoint when they happened based on some other memories. You referred to them as your “time reference memories”... They had a different name, but the name eludes you. But that was their purpose, so that name shall stay.

Soon a plethora of other memories came to mind as you quickly sorted through them. So they obviously didn’t take place in the same time area-frame thingy as when you joined the Hermitcraft server. That was months ago- clearly off the table. Then did they happen around the time you were building the trash on the server? Also a big no- that’s way too early. Oh dear- all the memories that were popping up were far too early. Crap- think. Think, think, think. Come on, more recent. What about when you tried to leave? Well it happened after that, but much closer.

A flash of memories pass behind your eyes yet you can’t decipher all of them. It was obviously some memories and you could faintly see some things, but it was all a blur of colors. You didn’t have the time for this right now. After you figure this out, you could reminisce on them. Now you had to figure out which memory out of the blob you had was most recent-

Staring at the ceiling did nothing to help. No new spark of memories came up, even with your mind scrambling for any scrap it could get its little grubby hands on. Great- now you were stuck going off of his appearance and what the house looked like during those times. Now the dilemma was “which came first”. Almost every memory took place in the house.

Wait! He didn’t have the diamond armor in all of them! Only two of them had diamond armor involved. Specifically on Xisuma. You didn’t have anything on this new server. Well, compared to him or any other hermit, anyways. To say you were behind or “lagging” was an understatement. Having iron armour isn’t really a flex. Especially when it goes missing. Like who just up and loses armor like that? You do, apparently.

That isn’t the point. Stay focused! So he had armor, what did the house look like? Or anything outside the window?

Finally a lightbulb went off in your mind. Of course! He talked about a fire last time. Yes, you were sure of you. Not sure why but you were very sure of that fact. He mentioned that some gravel on a mountain was on fire and he wasn’t sure why. Then he talked about a building in the next memory… Everything was starting to add up! Oh you felt so smart right now. So good.

So what mountain did he say he was going to? It was a villager hall, right? Or was it the future place for a build… No, villager hall because he mentioned villagers and trading. Obviously not another build. But what if it was? Now you were conflicted because you were so sure but at the same time doubt pranced around your mind obnoxiously. Your anxiety was getting ticked off more.

First the disappearance of Xisuma and now your worries are getting to you? Really, it was the opposite order. More of an Oreo, but that wasn’t important.

Taking a deep breath, you try to get your thoughts under control again. Regain you cool. Alright. If you find Xisuma then you can calm everything else down. That was your biggest worry right now. The longer you didn’t know Xisuma’s location and condition, the worse your mental state became. From there, it was obvious how everything would decline.

All you had to do was go to Xisuma. Right. Go to Xisuma. Who is outside. Out of the bed. Debating on whether or not to leave the comforting confines of the blankets or search for Xisuama was definitely something. It was hard but also wasn’t all at the same time. Because yes, staying in bed and being warm would be amazing. The preferred option. But you were worried about the lack of Xisuma’s presence. That took precedence over comfort.

Grumbling, you slowly start to drag yourself out of bed. More accurately rolling out and only turning to properly get out of bed and onto your feet. Same end result really. Slowly, as to not cause a dizzy spell, you get up and walk toward the door. Said dizzy spell still hits you like a baseball gets hit by a bat, but there was an attempt. Black overtakes your vision for a second before everything goes back to normal. Boy you didn’t miss those pounding headaches with dizzy spells. Damn vertigo.

Shaking your head, you steady yourself for the journey to the outside. It was going to be perilous. Well not really, but your mind tried to come up with the worse case scenarios. Like some Dream SMP members coming for you to drag you back. Or pillagers near or at the front door. Or some other nasty mob. Oh the possibilities were nearly endless. But you had to do this.

Hyping yourself up, you mentally prepare for what you could think of. Aka prepare for something bad like pain. To be fair, pain would be better than a Dream SMP member but pain still hurts.

A noise of annoyance leaves your lips as you once again try to get yourself back on track. You hated how easily distracted you got sometimes. Though it did help in some situations. Admitting to that wouldn’t be too helpful in any regard so back to ignoring it you go.

Soon you’re back on track and continuing your journey. The only thing standing between you and the outside world stared at you. The front door. It wouldn’t be for long. All you had to do was open it and then start the other leg of your journey and- wait.

The door greeted your face with a nice hearty slam as you walked right into it. Confusion was just written all over your face. You grabbed the knob, did you not? Taking a step back, you peer down. Low and behold, you were holding the door knob. Your brows furrowed as you twisted the knob. Nothing happened. Trying with more strength and vigor or whatever might do something? Maybe it’s just stuck. Unlikely but hey! Delusions are much sweeter and easier to swallow. Plus being more violent with an inanimate object makes it work! Usually, anyways. Beat a banana and you get mush so not always. That’s besides the point because the darn door still refused to open. Huffing, you try being a little harder with the door. Though that leads to nothing but you fearing it breaking. One creak escapes the poor door and you’re off of it like a puppy squealed rather than a door.

Anxiety started to bloom in your chest for the uptenth time or whatever. It’s happened a lot and that’s all that matters. Deep breaths. In and out. In and out. It’s just a door. If it breaks it can be replaced. Also it’s a door. It’s probably fine. Though you didn’t exactly want to test that. Who knows when the door is going to just say “nope! I’m done” and just break?

Leaning against the door, you slide to the floor as you think of another plan to leave. The door was locked, right? This is a brand new door we’re talking about. Rust couldn’t have shut it already, right? You were by the sea though so who knew what the salt and water was doing to it. That ruins doors, wood, and mentals, right? If only you were a builder or someone more fluent with stuff like this. Someone who knew how stuff like that worked. Because wow, you were beyond dumb on that subject.

You curl up in defeat. Bringing your knees to your face, you wrap your arms around them to secure them. To feel safer and smaller. Block out the world. All you wanted to do was stay there, just like that. Not that exact position, but you want to feel comforted and safe. A craving for belonging and love. Although something you craved, whenever it was just handed to you or offered, you turned it down. Nobody actually likes you. They just want to use you.

Everyone has used you in the past for something.

Tears started to form in your eyes. As you lift your head from the curl, you take a deep breath. This is annoying, tiring. Crying is useless right now. Nothing is going to be fixed this way.

As you subdued the tears, you looked around the house again. There had to be another exit, right? Maybe. Half of the houses you’ve lived in only had one entrance or exit. The other half either had a secret exit or another doorway. This wasn’t one of the latter, though. It was one of the former; you were only informed of one way to exit or enter the house. Xisuma didn’t mention any emergency escape. Well there weren’t any holes in the house besides that- OH WAIT!

Smacking your forehead, you scramble to your feet and look directly at the closest window. If it had the ability to, it’d probably be sweating out of fear or anxiety. Either or, that window wasn’t going to have a good time. Fortunately for you, though, the window couldn’t judge you. And the window is very easy to climb out of.

Walking closer for inspection, it didn’t seem like it’d be too hard to open. Just flick a latch or two and just lift the bottom. You’re home free after that. The latches weren’t an issue. Grabbing the bottom of the glass, you silently pray that it won’t be as stubborn as the door.

Some deity was feeling nice today because the window opened without much trouble. A little elbow grease but that was a small price to pay. Now started the awkward maneuvering to get outside. This was one thing you didn’t miss from your past.

First a leg, then the other, and slide later, you land ungraceful into the outside world. Either you were going to land on your face or bum and you didn’t want any of that. So instead you did a nice little dance.

Okay so dance would be the fun way of stating it. What happened was you stumbled around for a bit, waving your arms around in a desperate attempt to regain balance. But you get to stay on your feet, so the trade off of your dignity was well worth it. Plus nobody was around to see it.

Once balanced, you were in awe of the builds that were just a wall away. How much has changed since you last came out? How long were you inside? You only remember the comically tall portal and the partial build of the portal tower being around when you came. Besides the starting house and a few other small things, of course. But now there were two completed towers. The dark one was obviously the portal tower because of the color scheme. What was the other than? It was colored like a lighthouse with the red and white bands encompassing it, but you didn’t want to say anything definitely. After all, it was somewhat hard to tell.

The coloration indicated a lighthouse, along with the silhouette, but it looked a bit too artistically done. And when something is artistically done, it could be anything. So you’ll call it tower two! Tower two was rather pretty!

Xisuma wasn’t around though. Right. The mountain wasn't around here, was it? Where was it, anyways? It must’ve been pretty far away.

With the prospects of a long walk ahead of you, your shoulders slump. Dear lord, this was more work than you wanted to go through. Who knows how far it is! But it wasn’t just some walking for fun, it had a purpose.

Gathering your remaining energy and grit, you start the laborious, long, and treacherous journey through the continent for Xisuma. Hiking wasn’t your strong suit and keeping an eye out for Xisuma too? This makes everything so much harder.

You were only able to get off the island and back onto the mainland, where you started to scale the mountain before you heard a ruckus. Progressively, it got louder and more discernible. Yelling. Sounded like words. Gibberish, but it slowly grew clearer.

“Oh my gosh,” danced with the wind by your ears. “Oh no.” A cry of your name, or something really similar. Were those words? Those couldn’t be words, right? Whipping your head around, you see Xisuma running your way frantically. Okay, so those were most definitely words if the scene before you proved anything.

Excited, you start your descent back to the ground. Step by step. Is it step by step when you’re climbing? Your focus is on Xisuma. Pretty much entirely. It really shouldn’t have as you misjudge the next step. In the blink of an eye you went from viewing rock to viewing sky and a scary feeling building in your chest. The feeling grew exponentially and it didn’t take a genius to know what was going on.

A scream ripped its way from your chest as it tightened more. Said scream doesn’t last long for it ended as quickly as it came. No air could move, no noise could come out any more. Air was stuck in your throat, unable to reach your lungs. Fear paralyzed your muscles, eyes shut for there was no difference in the view. Everything was blurred and the black was more welcoming and comforting.

Too fast. Time wasn’t even a consideration. A social construct thrown out the window as soon as your fingers lose contact with the rocks.

The ground had to be near by now. It felt like hours passed now, but at the same time everything seemed to be zipping by.

Contact is made, and you expect it to be the end. You grunt as all remaining air is forced from your body. Another noise came from beneath you. Gasping for air, panic made you feel so cold. Is this what death felt like? No air was coming in and you definitely hit the ground. Were you going to die because you slipped up?

Black was encompassing your vision once again. Frantic attempts to regain air were barely rewarded for your lungs remained mostly empty. Everything still felt paralized, but now your chest felt worse. It hurt so much.

Something was moving beneath you. Pink entered your failing vision. It shifted you around, moving your head and body. More accurately, it moved. Your head was placed on a soft surface while your body was on something else.

Slowly your vision ebbed back to reality. Or you did. Everything still felt wonky. But an axolotl helmet came to greet you. That was a nice thing about your vision clearing, you guessed. Pretty pink axolotl.

“Are you okay,” the axolotl shakily asks. It’s hands were shaking and it sounded masculine.

“Yea,” your voice felt and sounded weird. Very airy, frail, and kinda delirious. You know, the “I don't feel right” type of delirious. Is that delirious? Oh wait you were talking! “Yea i’m good.”

“Are you sure,” the axolotl keeps persisting. It seemed to be looking over you for any injuries. How nice of it! “Double sure? Triple sure? No scrapes? Nothing hurts?”

“I’m absolutely sure,” you assure. Man this was a comfy place and you wanted to stay here longer, but you need to get standing. With shaky arms and legs, you unsteadily get up, stumbling or leaning a bit too much at times. The axolotl panics and helps you to your feet, never letting go afterwards. You thank it for its help and try to walk away, back to Xisuma’s house. Though it assists you, staying by your side as if it were attached with cement.

“You need to stop doing stuff like this,” it begs, leading you by the elbow. “It’s like everytime i’m gone, you purposely go get yourself into trouble, get hurt, or try to leave. I don’t get it. Why do you keep doing it?”

To say you were confused would be an understatement. What’s it even talking about?

Suddenly a thought hits you like lighting and everything starts to line up. This is literally Xisuma. How did you forget that? He changes skins with every new season. Wow you either hit your head, panicked and forgot every important detail ever, or you really needed the oxygen for those brain cells because they finally got what they needed to function.

“Sorry,” you really are sorry. For half of those things, if not almost all of them. If you were simply allowed to go back to the Dream smp in peace, you would be completely fine. Not a bother to the hermits, not a walking hazard to society, and you wouldn’t feel inadequate anymore… Actually that wouldn’t go away no matter where you went or what you did. “I didn’t mean for any of that to happen.”

Xisuma doesn’t reply to your words and you start to panic again. “You weren’t in the house and I got really anxious, okay? I didn’t remember where you said you were going and I just… I needed a hug. I know that sounds stupid or childish, but i wasn’t feeling good. And you said that if I needed something, I'd just have to go to you. Oh who am i kidding, this was the dumbest thing ever. I’m so so sorry for bothering you-” Tears started to well up in your eyes, blurring your vision entirely. You were thankful that you weren’t walking alone while like this. Who knew what else you’d get yourself hurt on.

Not only were your words stopped, but your whole body was too. Jerked back by Xisuma, your teary eyes look directly at his visor which only reflects back your pitiful face. Though you don’t see it for long as you’re pulled into a hug by Xisuma. This only causes you to cry harder.

“Hey hey hey,” Xisuma’s voice is a low murmur, a comforting rumble from his chest. “It’s okay. It’s alright. Did I not tell you where I was going before I left?”

Shaking your head, a tiny “no” escapes you between sobs. Xisuma just hugs you tighter and you snuggle closer. That’s if you can, but you still try.

“Oh i’m so sorry,” he starts to pat and rub your back in a comforting manner, repeatedly apologizing for forgetting to tell you. And other things. Though you can’t exactly tell what they are through your sobbing.

It takes ages for you to calm down. You don’t really have much to go off of, besides the sun. What was once a noon sun glaring down on you was a peaceful sunset over the ocean. When you finish crying, only shaky breaths and tear stains remain to show off the previous crying fit. That and the red eyes.

The sunset is pretty, so you focus on that. Positioning your face to not have it smooshed into Xisuma’s chestplate was a struggle since he was holding you so tightly. But you managed. Soon your face wasn’t full on smooshed into his chest plate, only the side. Your cheek was definitely doing that pancake thing which smooshes out like a flat tire.

Everything’s so peaceful and quiet. Only the waves and sea life disturb it, but it made a great background noise. Xisuma soon adds to everything with some light humming. Rumbling from the chest is so comforting. Why was it such a forgettable yet amazing thing? It felt so nice.

With the humming came some rocking. Going side to side, humming a nonsensical tune. Not long after, you join in as well. Yours was definitely less consistently though, for it was broken up but little giggles. The longer you two went on, the more you giggled.

His arms unwrap themselves and you feel disappointed and saddened by the loss. You needn’t wait for long though, as on both sides of your body, you suddenly feel a tingly sensation. Bursting out into laughter, you try to struggle away from the tickle attack Xisuma has launched on you. But he’s relentless, keeping up with your retreat. It’s only when you’re out of breath, on the ground, and playfully yelling your surrender at him, that he stops.

You two start to calm down again. Laughter slowly ebbed away to chuckles or silence. Not an uncomfortable or awkward silence by any means. A safe and comforting one.

“Come on,” Xisuma prompts, getting up from the crouched position he had to be in for his attack, giving out his hand when he was properly on his feet. “Let’s get home before mobs start to spawn.” You’re more than happy to take his hands. With a pull, you’re brought back to your feet. But you two don’t let go of each other’s hands.

Together you two finish the trek home, and rather quickly too. With the sun setting, it was just a matter of minutes before danger would appear. Luckily you two made it to safety without any issues. The beginning area Xisuma had set up was well lit, safe from the dark and the dangers it harbors.

Being back in the base area made you feel more at peace, calmer, less endangered. Whatever you wanted to say, but you felt safer. And everything looked so pretty at night! You really need to come out more with Xisuma. Staring in awe at the builds in a different light, you and Xisuma dawdle on home.

Everything was perfect again. Just like before. You were happy, Xisuma was happy, what else could you need.

Xisuma walks ahead of you to unlock the front door, to which you say a little “thank you” out of habit and slip on by him and into the house. You do mean it, but still, it’s a habit drilled into you.

After getting back into the house, with some idle chit-chat, you start to get things fixed up in the house. Some dinner was in order for the two of you. After all, you just tried to climb a mountain to find Xisuma and who knows if Xisuma actually ate today. Plus you haven't had anything to eat yet. Whoops.

Leaving Xisuma to his own devices, you continue your conversation as you prepare a meal.

You don’t notice him locking the door and windows, or the dark look he has when he sees the window open, or him putting the keys in his pocket after locking all of the other windows. When he doesn’t reply immediately, though, you turn toward the last direction you heard him from, only to reveal an empty house. Perplexed, you look around a bit, but are stopped by a tap on your shoulder.

Jumping, you whirl around to see Xisuma without his helmet on, chuckling at your reaction. Laughing along with him, you give him a nudge with your hip. He returns it, laughing harder when you’re bumped away from him. This goes on for a while as you cook dinner, with Xisuma helping you.

The night goes on like this. Full of gentle, playful antics and a loving atmosphere. The love you felt was immense. You hadn’t felt happier in months.

Xisuma hasn’t been so scared in months either.

He should’ve secured the house better. Made sure you were fine before he left. Locked the windows before he left.

Now he knows to lock windows. You’d try to use them in the future. Better a situation where you went looking for him than you leaving him. But now he knew.

And all was good again.

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neoncrowpen · 3 years ago

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Can you write male reader being Tommy's youngest brother? Maybe it's around season 5, where the Shelbys are no longer doing the dirty work themselves but reader goes ahead anyway and gets hurt while taking care of something Tommy specifically told him to stay out of? Could you write something revolving around Tommy being angry at reader and reader talking back to him?

[Contains Peaky Blinders S5 Spoilers]

“He’s livid with you,” Michael Gray told you. He leaned forward in his chair next to your hospital bed. You kept your arms crossed and gaze away from your cousin. Michael mocked you. “This has to be the stupidest fucking thing you’ve ever done.”

“Not as stupid as trying to take Tommy’s place,” you spat in his face. “And you call yourself our family. Fuck you, Michael.” Michael moved away from you. His chair scooting aggressively on the floor. The door to your room slammed open. Arthur and Tommy’s glares made you flinch, but you hardened yourself. You knew what was coming. You waited for it like a crouching dragon ready to face fire, unafraid and ready to strike.

Tommy shook his head at you. His lip curled into a scowl. “You’re really that stupid?”

“I’m not stupid. All of us came from the same balls, Tommy.”

“Don’t you fucking—

“What? Be a Peaky Blinder? Mouth off? Isn’t that what we do?” You winced. You held your side, but kept going. “You and Arthur told me to be a man!”

“We told you no such thing—

“Someone here’s gotta fucking do it, Tommy. Michael fucked us all over by talking shit to the Billy Boys and now Mr. Gold’s been shot. What else do you want me to do? Drive around in the pretty, shiny car you got me? I’m not useless. I’m a Peaky Fucking—

Tommy rushed at you. His hands grasped your shirt collar, bringing you close to his face. “You are nothing but a liability. And a liar. I told you to stay away from Billy Boys business and you promised me—

“I made no promises.” You said. Tommy struck your face. Your cheek and nose stung from the immediate pain, making your gut ache worse. You growled in pain, still hardening yourself. Tears stung your eyes.

“Don’t fucking interrupt me ever again. Understood?” Thomas said. You said nothing more. He continued. “I didn’t spend years building this empire for you to fuck off and act like a complete bastard. I might as well hand you a shovel and throw you next to our mother’s grave. And when you see her again, you can tell her how proud you are of yourself.”

Arthur’s face dropped. “Tommy, I think that’s enough.”

“And while you’re at it,” Tommy continued. “You can tell John how his kids are doing.” The room silenced. You swallowed hard, remembering your late brother. You never saw his body. Michael described to you that they sprayed his chest with bullets. His body had too many holes for him to even have a chance of survival. Your cousin stood up from his seat, leaving the tense room, muttering an excuse about Gina. Arthur lingered in the hallway, halfway here, halfway in the past.

Tommy cleared his throat, barking an order. “From now on, you’re on house arrest. You will stay with Ada or me until you’re recovered.” Tommy attempted to make a swift exit until you called out his name.

“Tommy.”

“What?”

Your gaze chilled Tommy. “I’m not the only one in this family with a death wish.”

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dontbipanicjonsa · 3 years ago

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Did Kit suddenly lose his ability to heart-eye or is Pol!Jon actually a thing.

I'm late to the fandom but I just finished S7 and I'm having thoughts.

I'm a reader of the books, and I hadn't watched the show till now because... I suck at watching shows with hour long episodes and more than three seasons.

What made me decide to watch it was the Pol!Jon discourse I found on the Internet.

I know enough about the show to understand how unlikely and out of character this theory would seem to show watchers. At the same time, I fully believe that book!Jon would be fully capable of something like this. But also, even though I do ship Jonsa in the books, I can't deny that Jonerys is.....a big deal. Everyone expects it to happen. It's a highly anticipated pairing and....I just couldn't honestly believe Pol!Jon because it is just so against the general expectation.

So I decided to watch the show. And now I've finished season 7 and I am astounded.

Let me preface this by saying that I went into S7 already disliking Jonerys (sue me) but I still fully expected to have some serious doubts about the validity of Jonsa. I fully expected to be at least somewhat convinced of Jonerys. Even hating the idea of Jon and Danaerys together, I still expected more.

There are a number of things I would like to note here.

First, Jonerys is a romance that is told, not shown. Davos talks about Jon watching Dany's "good heart" (hehe) to tell us Jon is attracted to Dany. But then Jon immediately dismisses it- and not in a way that looks like he's deflecting. He's not only dismissing it, he's dismissive of it. His mind is not in the conversation, it is beyond the Wall.

Similarly, Tyrion says (not in those words), "yeah right, and Jon only looks at you longingly coz he wants a military alliance with you". Not sure what I'm supposed to think about that....? First, Jon doesn't look at Dany longingly at all???? Not once. Second, is this line supposed to suggest that Jon is looking at her longingly for a reason that is not desperately wanting a military alliance....? Because we already know that that's exactly what he does want. Wtf do I make of this statement?????

There are other examples, but the point remains. People keep talking about Jon and Dany being into each other, and that is what is supposed to convince us that they are into each other (well yea Dany is) but Jon gives no indication of looking at her longingly, of falling in love with her, of being intrigued by her even. He's a brick wall.

Alright, I'll concede one (1) scene where I saw legitimate attraction on his face for a second- that is the cave scene. Even there tho, it's hard to tell if he's just watching her reaction carefully or if he wants to bang her.

On the other hand, Dany shows that she is into him. Even so, when I say she's into him, I mean she's attracted to him and intrigued by him. I cannot believe she loves him.

Next, I think it's interesting that in the episode before (or was it the same episode?) Jon bends the knee, we have a number of people (Tormund, Beric) talk about stuff like- kings not bending the knee leading to people dying, knowing what's important (the fight against the dead), being the shield that guards the realm of men blah blah I don't remember the exact words. Then he sees the WW and the Army of the Dead (again) and sees a dragon die. And then, the first opportunity he gets, he bends the knee. I want to point out here that the scenes really emphasise on Jon's thinking face after every conversation he has during their little gay party beyond the Wall. They focus on the look on his face again while he's watching the Army. Multiple times. And there's clearly something going on in his head, gears are turning.

One other scene that struck me is the scene where Jon and Dany are saying goodbye to each other (the Eastwatch episode). In the same episode (if I remember correctly) Jon calls them strangers, and then the goodbye scene comes and Dany says to Jon's little morbid joke, "I've grown used to him". Him being Jon. Two things to note here-

One, Jon considers them strangers but Dany has gotten "used to him". Maybe it's nothing, or maybe it's an indication of how the two of them are absolutely not on the same page (about anything).

Second, Jon's face after she says that. It shuts down. Like a door slamming. And then he says that "wish you good fortune in the wars to come" line, which has ZERO romance, or longing, but a whole lot of bad precedent (does that make sense?). Ouch. The thought that occured to me here is that Dany is being somewhat obvious about her feelings, and maybe, just maybe Jon has picked up on it. And that is why he reacts the way he does.

I wasn't sure so I compared the scene with the Jonsa forehead kiss scene in S6, and Jon's expressions after that kiss.

My logic was this- I assume that either Jon has become aware of Dany's feelings in the Eastwatch goodbye scene, or his own feelings for her. One of these assumptions is true. Which one?

If Jon has feelings for Sansa, then his confusion/awareness/discomfort regarding that are seen in that forehead kiss scene. So if Jon has become aware of his feelings for Dany, let's see how these two scenes compare?

My dudes. There is no comparison. Go watch it.

I watched both scenes with sound off, and the difference is insane. Jon looks at Sansa's lips. There's a moment's pause that's full of tension, and then his face shuts in a way, but it's a bit confused, a bit thoughtful.

Jon does not look at Dany's lips. He does not look confused, or thoughtful. This is not a romance.

Side observation- speaking of showing and telling, it's funny how we're shown Jon looking at Sansa's wolf bits, and told that Jon looks at Dany's good heart. Yes I'm talking about boobs but wolf bits and good heart is funnier. We literally see Jon look at the wolf bits twice, talk about it himself, in a completely unnecessary conversation...as opposed to being entirely dismissive of the good heart, even when someone else brings it up.

Back to the main point, one last thing I'd like to talk about is the scene where Jon actually bends the knee (not really). First, there are still no heart-eyes. Definitely not from Jon. Second, it's funny how Jon uses the exact hand-grabbing move that Sansa used on him last season, when she was trying to convince him to do something he didn't particularly wanna do (like he's now trying to do with Dany). This means that

1) he learnt that move from Sansa. He knows how effective it is XD

2) if the Jonerys hand-grab is romance, it stands to reason that the Jonsa hand-grab is romance too. I mean both the grabs are suspiciously similar.

Then, even after Dany "promises" that she'll help the North fight the WW, Jon still bends the knee. I felt both an odd sense of urgency coming from him, and an understandable hesitation. Or maybe that's just me.

Now suddenly, he becomes complimentary of her. But there's something weird about his compliments. They are completely generic. "They'll see you for what you are" and in the later episode, "you're not like the others". Wtf does that MEAN ??

Here's the thing...Jon could have paid Dany a way more specific, genuine sounding compliment after bending the knee (complete with heart eyes). I mean she did just fly over the Wall to rescue him and his men. He could have said more, something meaningful, but he didn't. He bent the knee like a house on fire (that doesn't make sense but you get what I mean I hope) and paid generic compliments. Then he pretended to sleep until she left and then sighed very loudly.

??? Romance??? WHERE????

Then the dragon pit. Heart-eyes still missing.

Then the sex scene. What do I say? Lol.

No really. There are no heart eyes even during the sex scene. Honestly, idk what that face was. Not in love for sure.

Another side note- Arya and Sansa have talks while standing in the same place where the forehead kiss scene happened (wtf do you call that place again, the bridge.??) But no heart eyes. No lingering looks. There is no incestuous gay love between them, I can say for sure. All it does is prop up the odd incestuous vibes of the Jon Sansa scene in that same place.

ANOTHER side note- goddamn but does Sansa talk about Jon a lot.

Edit: I'm sure most of this stuff has already been discussed in other metas. My purpose here is only to put down my first thoughts after watching the season.

#jonsa meta #jonsa #political jon #pol!jon #dark dany

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shyrose57 · 4 years ago

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AU(s) where all the mod videos Tommy does, along with some other videos, are all alternate universes, and their residents end up in the SMP. Chaos ensues.

Voice Mod AU:

Universe where nobody talks aloud. They telepathically communicate, and the closer you are, the clearer and louder you are, unless you have the control the lower your mental voice.

Why?

Post-apocalyptic world(because Tommy said welcome to the new world at the start, and I too that and ran with it). They’re the new versions of humans, created after life returned on the planett, and the telepathy is a survival method, because outward noise draws predators, inner noise does not.

This also means they possibly have some other features similar to that. Like maybe Quackity’s duck wings being from some newly evolved duck species in the new world, Wilbur being a bit abnormally tall, or similar. I’m not sure.

Oh hey, no, Wilbur can be like a tree hybrid or something, cause Treebur.

Basically, evolution and telepathy.

Wilbur has a horse named Bert, he is speedy, and spends just as much time dragging his owner out of trouble than he does riding him into it.

The gang is basically just traveling the lands, exploring what’s about.

There are fish-horses, ender-horses, spider-horses, silverfish ponies, and horses that are somewhat like a breed between llamas and sheep in the world.

There are a lot of new horse breeds.

The Quackity of this universe wears clothes a lot like Manhunt Dream’s, hoodie-wise, but it’s all bright blue, and his mask has the :] face on it.

Size Mod AU:

Universe where people can shift and change sizes, though only to certain ones.

For example, Wilbur’s stuck small. He can shift to the size of a small dog, height wise, or that of a flower, but he can’t get big. Quackity can go smaller than Wilbur, or literally bigger than the Enderdragon. Both Tommy can be normal sized, or big, and Phil’s can be about the size of a tree, or become the size of a small mountain.

They all live in a nice house in the plains and spend their time terrorizing the locals.

Wilbur has a little house within the house, and he uses his size to cause havoc more often than not. Quackity is equally guilty of this.

Sometimes when the kids are being particularly bad, Phil puts the smaller ones in a compost bin and holds Tommy off the ground until he starts behaving.

Quackity’s a follower of the Blood God. Not to Techno’s length, but he goes and kills rabbits for him, and dedicates the chaos his giant form causes to the guy. In return, the four always have a flourishing harvest, and Quackity’s absolutely mean in battle.

Wilbur sleeps in one of Tommy’s old shoes that he stole and made into a bed.

Honestly, Wilbur’s kind of like the house mouse. He steals stuff and vibes in his little home in the walls. The cats that occasionally slip in try to eat him a lot too.

Wilbur and Quackity are bird hybrids, Tommy’s a zombie hybrid(cause he’s fighting a zombie and saying ‘I burn’ at that little bit), and Phil’s an iron golem hybrid.

Quackity and WIlbur have little bird-houses set up around the area for them to dart into and hide if anything comes after them.

They all met when tiny Q and Wilbur tried to rob Tommy and Phil. They succeeded with Tommy, but Phil was less than impressed at the attempt. Somehow it resulted in them all sharing a house.

Dragon Mod AU:

Universe set in more medieval-themed world. Phil, Quackity, and Tommy are dragon hunters. Wilbur’s a mischievous dragon sorcerer who enjoys shapeshifting into a dragon to mess with people. The hunters were originally sent after him, but spent more time frantically running for their lives while he laughed at them.

Wilbur’s actually good friends with the actual Enderdragon, who he calls Keithette. It was with her blessing that he decided to pick on the hunters.

He just spends all of his time messing with them. That’s all he does. He messes with them. It’s originally more malicious, which means they had a ridiculous amount of deaths, but they eventually all grew fond of each other, so now it’s more playful.

He helps them find treasure and scares off rivals.

Tommy’s a trained medic.

Quackity and Wilbur are...something? It’s a Skephalo situation. They could just be very affectionate friends, or they could be dating, or they could be messing with everyone. Nobody knows, and everytime they think they’ve figured it out, the two seem to magically know and do something to throw them off.

They’ve confused many, many people with their antics.

(They’re probably messing with people though, because they definitely know what they’re doing)

When the actual Enderdragon and her egg mysteriously went missing, Wilbur rounded up his friends and asked for their help in finding her-so now the group is on a quest to find her and return her to the End.

Natural Disaster Mod AU:

Universe where world ending natural disasters just keep happening. It killed off a lot of people, but honestly, at this point, it’s been going on for years, and those that remain are pretty used to it.

Tubbo and Wilbur are followers of the Mule God, and were brought together by him. Jack and Tommy are two good friends who came together to survive. And Phil’s a top-tier survivalist who keeps an eye on the four, mostly because he’d feel bad if they died too often while they live in the area.

Though they’re all three different groups, they stick together and help each other out.

Tommy and Tubbo were childhood friends before the disasters separated them. A young Jack found Tommy and took him in, and Tubbo was saved and blessed by the Mule God. They’re still friends, but have somewhat grown apart with their differing lifestyles.

Tommy’s a penguin hybrid.

Tubbo and Wilbur have been known to try and scam people passing by, and they have tried this with everyone in the area too-the difference is the ones who stick around know better than to buy it.

Whenever Tommy wants to hang out, he declares he’s rescuing Tubbo, and steals him from whatever he’s doing. Wilbur has long since accepted that occasionally Tubbo is going to be stolen, and doesn’t even blink anymore.

Tommy wears green, and Tubbo wears red.

Storm riding is a favored sport of Tubbo’s, where you grab a hang glider and get swept up into the storm. Jack hates it, but often gets dragged along anyway.

Morph Mod AU:

Universe where shapeshifters are more common, and Tommy, Charlie, Phil, Schlatt, and Wilbur are all a clan of them.

They co-exist with humans, and actually protect the local villages they live close too.

They also spend a lot of time messing with people outside said villages, but that’s unimportant.

Charlie and Wilbur prefer to be aquatic creatures. while Phil transforms into whatever works better for the environment he’s in. Schlatt just does whatever, and Tommy usually sticks to human form, only shifting when he’s bored or he needs too.

Wilbur tried to transform into a horse once, while in fish form. He’s not sure what exactly happened, but long story short, he’s the reason for the myth of the hippocampus.

They have a house in the village, one out, and then general little areas meant for them in animal form.

Because shapeshifters are strongly group-oriented, they prefer to shift in pairs or groups. Charlie and Wilbur typically pair up, as do Schlatt and Tommy. Philza doesn’t really have that instinct as strongly, so he just stays close to them instead.

Laser Eye Mod AU:

Universe set in a futuristic setting, where, due to an ancient void deity becoming malicious, Tommy, Phil, Charlie, and Wilbur are selected to become plasma wielding cyber warriors(futuristic magical girls, basically) to fight back against such threats.

These four’s cybernetics were embued with magic to produce specific plasma that would be effective against threats.

Phil wields divine plasma, and it’s fired out from his cybernetic wings, which were implanted as a military experiment. He can even detach a feather to act as a plasma covered sword.

Tommy wields phoenix plasma, and it’s fired out of his cybernetic eyes, which were transplanted into him when he was in an accident young, rendering him blind. They allow him to see by scanning out the outlines of objects and areas, and feeding the image into his brain.

Wilbur wields soulfire plasma, which is fired from his prosthetic legs, which have a kind of mermaid-motif, with fins and all, and make him a fast swimmer.

And Charlie wields greekfire plasma, fired from his cybernetic arm-it can also fire slime-like globs that rapidly grow and incase the area they’re attached too.

Wilbur was actually the first selected for the program, but he went missing shortly after, stolen and controlled by the void deity, who turned him into quite the obstacle for the others.

They eventually rescued him from it’s control, and after he recovered, he joined the fight.

Endermen and endermen hybrids are common minions of the void deity-it seems to have End-based origins, being able to control them.

Lava Ravine Mod AU:

Universe where Phil, Charlie, Wilbur, and Tommy are all strangers, who get a mysterious invite to an unknown world. It seems like a lovely vacation at first, strangers aside, but things turn deadly when a seemingly normal ravine in the ground begins to grow, the lava inside it begins to rise, and our heroes find themselves unable to leave the world.

They soon realized they may have been selected for their ability to survive, but to do that, they’re going to have to all work together.

Tommyinnit originates from the world of RLcraft, Phil grew up in Hardcore Mode, Charlie is a fallen god from a world of chaos, and Wilbur has lived through a world like this before.

They build a giant glass and stone dome, and live within there, using their various skills to survive.

Wilbur pretty much knows how this world works to a T, and is able to predict when the lava will raise and how quickly. He knows how to survive and work around the heat.

Tommy and Phil have a variety of skills from their lives before, not limited to first aid and cooking.

And Charlie’s got a bit of godly power he can put to good use here, as well as many out-of-the-box ideas for what to do.

Charlie brought a card-game from his old world, and teaches Wilbur how to play. It becomes a favorite past time of theirs.

Jump Mod AU:

Universe where enhanced individuals have recently begun to exist. Tommy, Wilbur, and Quackity are some of many who choose to use their new abilities for their own gain, becoming thieves. They were taken under the wing of master thief Philza, who was in the game long before he gained his new powers.

Or, well, they were thieves. A job gone wrong resulted in them being caught by authorities, and forced into a deal. Once thieves for their own gain, now they’re agents for the government, stealing back what was stolen from their country.

All of them are generally more physically enhanced, with agility, endurance, and all that jazz. But they also have other abilities.

Tommy’s faster than anyone. Wilbur can refract light, essentially becoming invisible. Phil can communicate with birds. And Quackity can change the density of anything he touches, himself excluded.

Philza was actually caught because he stayed behind for his new partners. He had realized someone was looking into them, and didn’t want the younger ones going into that alone.

TNT Mod AU:

Universe where everyone is a mob hybrid, and they live divided in tribes. Tommy, Phil, Charlie, and Wilbur are a tribe/keg of creeper hybrids, who protect their territory, and cause havoc for any trespassers who happens upon them.

No one dares settle there, because these four are just as likely to swear a village’s protection as they are to laugh as they set it ablaze. It’s purely up to how they feel at the moment, finicky keg that they are.

However, there is a reason some do venture here.

Every tribe/(name for grouping of specific mob) guards a certain treasure. For the creeper boys, it’s an orchard of apple trees that grow, not only red apples, but gold ones too-and rarely, a god apple.

If you do happen to stumble upon their territory unintentionally, your best bet is to appeal to Wilbur, as he does have a soft spot for people-of course, you’ll need to make sure none of the others think you’re taking advantage of that soft spot, lest they slowly and painfully kill you for even considering it.

Creepers are very friendly to them, and see them as one of their own. Other mobs, not so much.

The orchard is surrounded by a dense forest, that’s abruptly lets up to a clearing that rings around it. This is where the keg lives, in high tree houses all connected to one another.

Their forest is their pride and joy, and it’s filled with many exotic trees and plants from around the world. Bringing them an addition for it is a sure way to assure your survival, and even gain an alliance, if it’s a really good addition.

Likewise, messing it up even slightly will immediately get you murdered.

Black Hole Mod AU:

Universe where the sun exploded and became a black hole that’s slowly consuming the world. Though many perished, some survived, with the advanced technology in the future.

Wilbur, Charlie, Phil, and Tommy are some of those survivors.

Charlie is a scientist, studying the black hole to see if there’s anyway to perhaps stop it, or survive within it once it consumes them.

Phil’s a former mercenary who came to the lab with Tommy, after finding the young student stumbling about the remains of a city.

Wilbur’s the former on-board scientist from the crew that first encountered the black hole. He was originally presumed dead, but suddenly reappeared one day, and was found nearby by Phil, who dragged him to the lab. He’s...different. He’s seen things.

Charlie and Wilbur graduated from the same university, and were actually working in the same lab before Wilbur joined his crew in space for an up-close study.

Philza has a bad habit of adopting any creature he finds, and it’s become something of a joke by the four. He adopted Tommy, he’s adopted Wilbur and Charlie, and he has quite a few birds and other creatures that followed him back.

Body Shuffle Mod AU:

Universe where glitches a common sight, and humanity has evolved alongside them.

The world basically...well, I wouldn’t say revolves around? But glitches are a large part of life at this point, and players have specifically evolved to be able to work with them.

A common glitch includes the Body Glitch, where random body parts will seemingly vanish off a person without causing them harm or effecting them.

Tommy and Charlie are Takers, people who have a special, glitch-specific gene that allows them to take a glitch effecting a being or item, and pull that effect from said being/item, and upon themselves.

They’re equally loved and hated, considering the rarity of the gene, and what uses it could be employed for.

The two have a business that they use this ability to take and relocate glitches for various purposes.

Philza and Wilbur are the two’s bodyguards turned friends, who protect them from less savory people, and suss out the ones with bad intentions.

Gas Mod AU:

Universe set in a modern fantasy world where a mysterious gas suddenly overtook the planet. Many died. A few survived-but for some of them, that was the crueler fate, as the mysterious gas began to make them monsterous creatures that sought flesh and blood.

Tommy, Charlie, Phil and Wilbur are the scattered survivors in a city overtaken by the gas, banding together to fight back the monsters born from the green fog, and stay alive.

Wilbur was formerly a cartographer on a ship. He’s also half siren, and his most priceless possession is a diamond dagger given to him by his former captain.

Charlie is a doctor, as well as a wizard. His magic pet is a slime-like dragon. Yeah, he’s not sure where the little guy came from either.

Phil got a whole cocktail of heritage, but most are sky-related, so he’s got a strong grasp on air magic, which he uses to create safe bubbles for the gang to breathe freely.

And Tommy’s a low tier human-turned demon after death- an imp, basically. He causes havoc.

They all have to wear gas mask, which are heavily enchanted to keep the gas from affecting them.

The group basically just has a weirdly domestic life in the abandoned city, after they cleared out an abandoned apartment building to chill in.

Surgery Mod:

Universe where the gang are the experiments of a mad scientist having escaped.

Tommy is a poison-based experiment, Wilbur is a Nether-based one, Philza is an End-based experiment, and Charlie is an Over-world based one.

They were all grouped together in a cell because the older three are part of the Dimension Project, and Tommy accidentally imprinted on Wilbur when he was created, meaning he would have died if he was separated from him.

The four eventually decide that they hate this life, and stage a break out with the rest of the guys experiments.

Once they escaped, they decided to travel the world as a family, exploring everything they’d never had the chance to see, and finding where they belonged in this place.

Lava Floor Mod AU:

Universe where all the oceans in the world have been replaced by lava. For Ninja, Tommy, Wilbur, and George, their get-along vacation goes south when they’re stranded alone on a chain of distant islands, far from any sign of civilization.

If they ever hope to survive, they’ll have to put their issues to the side and work together to get to the one place unaffected-the Nether.

Tommy ‘Smokes’ Notfound, and Wilbur ‘Soot’ Fortnite are the two children of the struggling couple George ‘Specs’ Notfound and Ninja ‘Bow’ Fortnite, who haven’t seen each other in years, despite still being married.

The two, knowing how close their kids were, agree to meet up so the two can hang out, which is why they ended up on this vacation on the first place.

Wilbur and Smokes would really appreciate if their parents could get along too-it’d make vacation a lot nicer without all the tension. And yes, they could worry about all the oceans turning to lava, but they won’t. Instead, they’re going to be gremlins who try to get their parents to make up, whether that means divorce, or becoming a happy couple again.

Rising Void Mod AU:

Universe where the planets are being eaten by the void. Tommy, Philza, and Quackity are all aliens who managed to escape the demise of their home planets, and crashed landed on Earth, with the intention of warning them of what was coming.

Unfortunately, the only guy around for miles is Ranboo, a conspiracy theorist who prefers his isolated mountain cabin to the city...and also is in complete denial about the existence of aliens, even if they’re standing right in front of him.

Quackity is from a planet where ores and gems have a large part of fashion culture.

Tommy’s planet was the first to fall. However, Quackity was the one who was closest to be touching, and it leaves side effects-like him occasionally hearing it’s eldritch whispering calling for him to surrender himself to it and stop fighting-

But, y’know. It’s fine. It’s all good.

(Although he does happen to be the most aware of their inevitable fate, and uses humor to cope with the knowledge that no matter how hard they try, he and these people he’s grown to care for are going to die, and there’s absolutely no way to stop that)

Sky Grid Mod AU

Universe where Ranboo is a young, lonely god born to a grid-formed world. Though he has made many interesting creations, he decides he wants someone like him. Who can listen, and answer, and love, and hate.

And the universe loves him, so it answers.

It finds two souls who’ve died too young, and puts them into his hands to mold as he wishes. One, he creates in colors of green, like grass, and emeralds, and poison alike. The other, he creates in colors of red, like lava and poppies, and warm beds.

Their names are Tubbo and Tommy, and they’re different than what he thought they’d be. They cannot be controlled or remade, but they can bleed, and they can laugh, and most importantly, they can make choices.

And they choose to love him, taking him in their embrace as a friend, treating him kindly, and as one of their own, regardless of his power or abilities.

The three make a home in the gridded world, finding themselves and never fearing the fall, because the world loves both it’s godling, and the people made within it.

Terraforming The Moon AU:

Universe where the remains of humanity have fled to the moon upon the destruction of earth. They unintentionally awake age-old space deities, who, luckily for them, feel like lending a hand-mostly.

Wilbur is the only actual deity of the moon, but the rest of the SBI spend more time there than they don’t, because humans are interesting.

Tommy’s the youngest god, a deity of the stars within their young galaxy-it’s a position that was passed onto him by the former star deity, Clara.

Technoblade is the deity of both Mars and Venus. He’s actually been to Earth a few times before it’s destruction, and finds their cultures fascinating-particularly the Greek and Romans.

Philza is the god of the End. The oldest, he’s not just a deity, he’s a primordial of the end of all things. Truthfully, it was the very end of Earth that awoke him from his slumber, and it’s former inhabitants interesting lives that keep him awake.

They all pick a human to favor, and help out. Changes on the day.

Honestly, they aren’t necessarily malicious? They don’t really consider the fact that humans don’t have the same limitations and powers as them, so occasionally they fuck something up that somebody worked hard on, and don’t understand why they don’t just fix it already, not realizing that the humans actually have to take awhile to do that.

One Hundred Player Laboratory AU:

Universe set in modern time.

Wilbur and Technoblade are two university students trying to do a study for their finals-unfortunately, the rats they were supposed to use are both oddly sentient, and incredibly chaotic.

Techno and Wilbur are doing a study of behavior, and other scientific things. To do this, Techno has built a large, complex maze/building thing.

And Wilbur purchased a bunch of rats-except, he probably should have been a bit more careful who he bought from, becomes these rats definitely understand human speech, are all not normally colored, and desire to be as annoying and detrimental to their grades as possible.

To put it lightly, it’s not going well.

George’s If You Laugh You Lose Rematch AU:

Universe set in a chaotic, light-hearted world.

Sapnap, Karl, George, and Dream are some of the world’s residents.

Karl and Dream are chaotic shapeshifters who enjoy messing with George.

Sapnap’s a mischievous nether spirit who likes to team up and help them do it.

Karl can shift into objects, and Dream can turn into animals.

The whole world is comedic, and all it’s residents have a permanent case of the giggles-to the point of making a game of how long one can hold off laughing.

Sapnap usually takes the form of an enderman or enderman hybrid

#dream smp #dream smp au #tubbo #ranboo #tommyinnit #philza #technoblade #charlie slimecicle #quackity #georgenotfound #dreamwastaken #karl jacobs #wilbur soot #sapnap #Bits And Bobs of AUs And Mods AU

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chaoticrumii · 3 years ago

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FIRESIDE

summary : while on the way to albedo’s, you and diluc end up in the midst of a nasty blizzard.

genre : fluff

perspective : second person pov

pairing : diluc x gn!reader ( they / them pronouns )

word count : 2.3k

warnings : mentions of hypothermia / mentions of death / fight scenes / mild sexual references

“i still have a lot to do at the guild, how about you take a rest while I go back ?” - diluc ragnivindr ( in-game voicelines )

Visiting Albedo was practically a hobby of yours at this point. As a long-time friend of the genius alchemist, you had decided his icy home in Dragonspine had to be lonely when only a mere few would muster up the guts to enter.

It wasn’t a problem with Albedo specifically, just the location he had chosen to make his experimental grounds. The low temperatures in Dragonspine already warded away most adventurers, but surprisingly Albedo had chosen that desolate place to become his man-cave, if you could even call the bones of an old beast and danger-filled mountains that.

He had found a certain exquisite beauty in the freezing cold climate, sketching icy flowers whilst the chilling breeze was numbing his face. Knowing Albedo, he had probably already gotten used to it and had made a potion to warm himself up to boot.

Knowing the lonesome man was probably up in the mountains with his beautiful Geo flowers, you had decided it was time to visit, and bring some warm food for him.

The temperatures in Dragonspine were unsettlingly low, so bringing a Pyro-vision wielder along with you was most likely the safest option when traversing those rigid peaks.

Unfortunately, it didn’t seem right for you to ask of Bennett’s assistance every time you were to go. He loved a good adventure, and strived to explore the entirety of Dragonspine with you, but only last week he had come home, staggering up to Katheryne at the Adventurer’s Guild all banged up. You would see Fischl eyeing you sometimes when the two of you passed along the streets of Mondstat as well, and it just didn’t sit right with you if you were putting the young adventurer in danger.

To be fair, you had somehow come out of each and every wreckage with Benny unscathed, and with Benny all beat up, but it was most likely his horrible luck. Most likely.

Regardless, it wasn’t like you were about to ask for the help of Klee. She’d probably run to the Yetis first thing. Although, bringing her to visit her big brother wouldn’t be a bad decision. Alas, that would have to be left for another adventure.

Who else to ask of in Mondstat for assistance travelling through the icy blizzards of Dragonspine? Of course, you were able to convince your loving boyfriend to go with you.

When you had told Diluc you wanted him to go with you to meet Albedo instead of Bennett, he didn’t give much of a visual reaction, but you could sense that he was probably quite excited. You had never actually asked him to go on a trip with you even though you had been together for a few months. And how wonderful the months you had together were.

The day of the trip, you had waited for him at the Angel’s Share, swinging your legs at the bar table. Your boyfriend was a successful bar owner after all. And a bewilderingly dazzling one at that.

“Would you like an Apple Cider, Y/N? The traveler stopped by and purchased one earlier, but there’s still another in stock. It’s on the house, of course.” Charles offered, wiping the counter with an orange towel.

“Charles, you really need to stop spoiling me with drinks because I’m dating your boss.” You said, laughing.

“Doesn’t that mean I have even more of an incentive to do it now?”

Just then, Diluc strode into the bar, Wolf’s Gravestone heaved over his shoulder. He headed towards you with an expressionless face, but you could see the corners of his eyes softening when he saw you waiting for him.

“Good afternoon, Charles. I’m here to pick up my lover.” He announced, stoic as ever.

“Have a nice time then, to the both of you! Safe travels.” Charles said, bidding us farewell as we headed on the way to the dragon’s final resting place.

The two of you walked along the overgrown path, chatting about the tiniest of things, and you could see that Diluc was smiling just the smallest bit. He rarely tore down his blank mask, but when he did, it was only during times when you were the sole person that could see him. To you, his smile was sacred, and the one thing you would have over any person in Teyvat and beyond. That besides his heart and undying devotion.

But of course, that part of it was mostly already implied.

Waving at the team of adventurers camped out beside the frost-coated bridge, you carefully stepped between the broken planks with Diluc’s hand in yours.

“Be careful, if you fall into the water you’ll get too cold. You of all people must know how Dragonspine is.” He mumbled, his brows creased.

You chuckled, slowly hiking up the steep mountain path. You were admiring the scenery around you, the snow falling gracefully from the sky as you trekked up the marked path through the centre of the mountainous area. You felt a tug from the hand intertwined in yours.

Diluc pulled you behind a rock as he poked his head from the side, surveying a group of what looked like members of the Fatui that were positioned by a small camp on the side of the path. His mouth curved into a snarl as he watched the overly dressed Fatui holding their weapons menacingly.

“Stay here.” He whispered gently, pulling the hood of your coat over your head.

He hefted his black claymore, the crimson lining evident against the cascading snowflakes. As he dragged the huge weapon along the ground, the Fatui looked towards him, unsheathing their respective weapons. With two guns aimed at his head, Diluc simply brushed a hand through his hair and charged.

Wolf’s Gravestone sparking, fire ignited along the blade as it collided with the side of the Electrohammer Vanguard. They were thrusted backwards as a result of the overload, their hammer dropping to their side as they raised the weapon once more, slamming down onto the ground that Diluc had just stood on. Your boyfriend dodged the bullets from the Pyroslinger Bracer and the attacks from the hammer swiftly, getting a small distance away as he hefted the claymore over his shoulder once more.

The weapon burst into flames, and he thrust it forward as a great Phoenix rushed forward, trampling over the Fatui enemies. The Electrohammer Vanguard crumbled to dust before your eyes, their body disintegrating into blue and yellow.

Diluc walked back towards you, grasping your hand in his as he lifted you up onto your feet from your sitting position behind the rock.

“The Pyroslinger Bracer got away, must’ve been because of Pyro resistance.” He muttered.

“Diluc, we don’t have to go hostile on them. It’s fine if we let them go.” You scolded, hitting him on the arm lightly.

“I just didn’t want them to hurt you.” He mumbled, looking away.

You laughed, placing your cold palms on his cheeks, squeezing. He smiled gently, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into him.

“You really are adorable when you’re all soft. But seriously, the Fatui aren’t as bad as they’re made out to be. I had a talk with Childe the last time I visited Liyue with the traveler. He’s not all that evil, just flirty and mischievous.” You comforted your boyfriend, nuzzling into him.

“What do you mean by the Harbinger being flirty?” He asked, his lips curving into a frown.

“I mean he’s a flirt. The first time we met, he said ‘Hey cutie, hold still’. It was a little hilarious, but there are relatively good people in the Fatui.” You explained.

The wind picked up, snow glazing over your view. You looked towards the sky, and the grey emptiness only responded with darker clouds and harsher winds. Diluc opened up his black coat, tucking you under what he could as the two of you continued your journey into the mountains.

“A blizzard is approaching. We need to get to shelter, and fast.” Diluc quickly explained, grabbing a hold of your hand and dragging you towards the nearest cave.

As barrels of snow plummeted towards the ground, the cold made you shiver down to the bone. The storm itself was grappling with your clothing as you struggled to walk forward. How much longer would it be? Your body couldn’t handle the cold for too long, hypothermia wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for wanderers in Dragonspine. Diluc only grasped your hand tighter, and you continued to make your way towards the small opening in the rock face.

Once you had ducked your head and entered the small cave, Diluc pulled out some sticks from his coat and proceeded to use his elemental skill to light up the small campfire he had created. You huddled close, rubbing your hands for warmth. It wasn’t a lot, seeing as the opening in the rock was just that. The cave was about as small as a cave could be. There wasn’t really a back area you could lay in and shield yourself from the cold. It seemed as though the storm could blow out the fire instantaneously.

“Are you alright?” Diluc asked, seemingly concerned as his fingers ghosted the skin of your cheek.

“It’s just really cold.” You stammered, trying to keep the cold air from entering your mouth.

Your teeth chattered, and you were sure that Diluc could hear it too. The subtle noise was invading your brain, and you couldn’t do much about it. The small fire just wasn’t enough to keep you toasty. Diluc didn’t seem to know what to do with himself. He was leaning against the rock face, keeping his eyes on you.

You curled up into a small ball on the rocky floor of the cave. Wrapping your arms around yourself and keeping the body heat was the best option you could go for, other than setting yourself on fire. But Diluc definitely wouldn’t stand for that. As time passed, the blizzard that had you trapped only got worse. Was there anyone that could save you? It wasn’t safe to leave the cave.

Without realizing it, Diluc had crouched down next to you, placing his large coat over you. His brows were creased, but his face was still stoic as ever. It was Diluc’s way of saying he cared. He gingerly wrapped his arms around you, as if trying to shield you from the blizzard raging only mere feet away.

“I’m almost out of energy particles, and there aren’t any enemies out here in this storm. I won’t be able to light another flame.” He confessed, sighing as he looked out towards the bleak spread of white.

He squeezed you tightly, but you could barely feel it from the numbness of the cold. Maybe it was because of Diluc’s pyro vision that he could last so long in the barraging snow. How could you even begin to do that?

Struggling in that state was futile, the air only getting thinner and thinner as the cold got harsher and harsher. You closed your eyes for a moment, and let yourself have a brief respite. Diluc’s guttural shout could be heard, from someplace far away, as red flashed so bright you could see the glow behind your closed eyelids.

And for just a while after, it was dark.

You opened your eyes once more to a rocky ceiling, and an incessant noise, the scribbling of a pencil on paper. You gazed to your left to see the chalk prince in all his glory, sketching mindlessly. You quickly recalled the events of what happened previously, and you carefully sat up.

“You need your rest, Y/N. Your body temperature is below what it should be. Besides, I haven’t yet completed my drawing.” He said, continuing his art piece.

“Y/N?”

You turned to see Diluc, who immediately leapt forward and encased you in his arms. You sighed, snuggling into him as you felt the warmth radiating off his body.

“He sent a Phoenix to my laboratory, nearly singed Timaeus’ eyebrows off. If given the chance, I’d like to study it. It’s not exactly a familiar, nor a beast. Although, I’d have to run some tests first to be sure.” Albedo muttered, tilting his drawing towards you, which displayed a great Phoenix, much similar to Diluc’s elemental burst.

“The food! What happened to our food?” You realized, looking around the floor for any sign of your rucksack.

“Timaeus, Sucrose and I were able to find you two in the cave. Unfortunately, the food was not a fortunate as the two of you. It’s been taken in, don’t you worry.” He said, smiling gently.

You let out a sigh, flopping back down onto the bed Albedo had prepared for you, with Diluc in tow. Diluc lightly pressed a kiss to your temple, hugging you even tighter and burying his face in the crook of your neck. You chuckled, leaning into him as you peppered his neck in small kisses. Gentle ones, that left your face burning at the heat of his skin. You could feel his heart beating in the veins below your lips.

“Unfortunately, I don’t really do many biological experiments or observations of the human sort, so you two can have the laboratory to yourselves. Please get rid of the samples as well, I won’t need them for my tests any time soon.” Albedo said, his cheeks slightly red as he watched you and Diluc, leaving the cave with his sketchbook, presumably to meet up with Timaeus and Sucrose.

“Did he just—”

“He’s definitely got the wrong idea.” Diluc huffed, his face flushed, as he pulled away from you.

He picked you up, carrying you bridal style as he lowered you both next to the nearby fire. You leaned your head against his, and he wrapped an arm around you gingerly.

The wholesome moment by the fireside could only be described as incredibly heart-warming, as the fire gently cracked, and Diluc leaned in to press a kiss to your lips.

written = 07.08.2021

proofread = 09.08.2021

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