#PEACEKEEPER { young king. }

[fusionbolts]

@tabletbound​ // plotted starter

Finally, a moment to himself. Every minute in Paladea was beginning to feel like an eternity. Diplomacy schplomacy! Yes, yes, he knew that it was true: Unova needed allies, especially after the war. Trade partners. (Anything even marginally more positive than “bitter ex-empires,” really.) But for goodness sake! It felt like his every move was being scrutinized. He couldn’t use the damn restroom without someone reading into it.

Well, it could be worse - he could be poor Zekrom, unable to even wander about. Sure, he understood the logic — a foreign king shows up with a dragon the size of a house. It only makes sense to keep said dragon somewhere it could be kept very carefully watched. Not that watching would do them any good if Adair really wanted to Zekrom to cause trouble, but he wasn’t about to voice that. They can go ahead believing some measly knights would be any match for Zekrom if they wanted to leave their ‘quarters’.

“You lucky bastard,” he greets his braviary as it lands beside him in the empty courtyard. At least someone was able to enjoy themselves here. “You can go fuck off and do whatever you want. What I wouldn’t give.”

(Braviary almost seems to chuckle at his partner’s misfortune. Or at least, it would, if a bird of prey were capable of laughing.)

“What a blowhard,” he scoffs, carefully combing out his braviary’s feathers with his good hand. “Honestly! How far up his own ass can a man possibly be? Of all the things I could be doing — off in some foreign country, kissing up to a bastard born with a silver spoon in his mouth for Unova to have a bit of extra coin to go around... I thought we’d quite definitively concluded that we were above this sort of tauros shit with the revolution. I swear, the second we return, I’m pushing Ephreith straight into the bay for talking me into this. Smarmy, know-it-all, son of a—”

It’s too little, too late when he realizes he’s not as alone as he’d first thought. Fight or flight kicks in and he runs through the scenario in his mind — they’re upwind, no wonder braviary hadn’t noticed anything, and turned just enough away, too. (Stupid. Should have given his position more thought before opening his big mouth.) Is that fellow hiding (poorly), or did he just approach from an unfortunate angle? Hard to tell.

    “Ah, for fuck’s—” Sigh. He pinches the bridge of his nose. No use playing coy, is there? “Alright, how much did you hear, and what will it take to convince you that you didn’t? I would really rather not start an international incident today.”

[bluerosefox]

Always Favors You

Another Sibling Danny and Jason idea!!

"Are you Jason Peter Todd?!" demanded a deep and commanding tone from the strange glowing being in front of them.

All the Bats stiffened and tensed, no doubt gearing up for a fight against the being that somehow knew Red Hood's full name.

Jason, Red Hood, decided to put on a brave front despite no doubt cursing in his head and wondering how the heck did this thing know his full freaking name.

"Whose asking." he snarled out, his hands twitching for his gun when the huge glowing knight with purple flames coming out of his helmet and cape, who was riding on a nightmare looking horse while they all had been in the cave going over tonight's patrol.

The Knight didn't seemed bothered by his response nor did he even seem to care or flinch when Batman made his own demand on 'Why was he there and who was he' or when Damian unsheathed his sword and pointed it towards him. Instead the strange glowing Knight reached to it side and pulled out... A glowing scroll? Huh. (Also he completely unnerved everyone in the room when the Knight didn't even react when Batman had tossed a Baterang when he reached for his side)

The Knight opened the scroll and spoke clearly with purpose.

"Jason Peter Todd,

You are hereby invited as a special guest of honor to the crowning of our future King of the Infinite Realms.

Daniel Phantom, once Daniel Jackson Fenton, and once Daniel Austen Todd.

Prince of the Infinite Realms, the Keeper of Balance, The Peacekeeping Halfa, the Defeater of the Tyrant King Pariah Dark, The Great One, Youngest of the Ancients, Ancient of Space, The Bridge between Life and Death.

You, the half-brother of our King, have been given the highest of honors for your past actions and will be given housing and food in the Realms and Phantom's Keep, for the week long event. Personal servants and attendants will be at your disposal and a seamstress will be on hand to tailor make your attire for the Coronation.

Signed: Clockwork. Ancient of Time. Watcher of the Infinite Timeline. Kronos. Mentor and Adviser.

PS: I shall have Fright Knight ("Me" the Knight bluntly said for a second) leave this scroll along with a personal one for you from Daniel to read over and once you make up your mind sign the bottom of the scroll.

I do hope in time you will pick the right choice Jason Todd, we of the Infinite Realms would like to reward you for your actions. After all, if you hadn't gotten young Daniel away from your father that night all those years ago, we would never had gained our Prince nor be free from our once Tyrant King.

Ah, one more thing.

The Infinite Realms will always favor you Jason."

Jason felt like he couldn't breath as Fright Knight? Rolled up the scroll, pulled a letter from his side, and held out the two items for him to take.

[kasagia]

Can't catch me now...

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova/The Darkling x grisha! reader Summary: The Hunger Games in Ravka. 12 districts. 12 tributes. 12 mentors. 11 young people die every year. 1 winner. Aleksander was a mentor to many. But only your face will haunt him for centuries. Inspired by: The Hunger Games. I changed the world of both of them a bit. I was supposed to write something else, but this came to my mind and... Word Count: 4,9k Taglist: @aoi-targaryen @il0vebeingdelulu @chelseyyouraverageluigi Aleksander Morozova's Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~ Main Masterlist PART 2

"The tribute from District 12! Y/N Y/L/N!"

You doubt you will ever forget this day. Or the terrified faces of Alina and Mal when the Peacekeepers pulled you out of the row and pushed you towards the stage.

An orphan from Kerazmin was sent to the Hunger Games for certain death.

The Hunger Games are held annually to commemorate the Great Battle of Ravka, in which Grisha and the inhabitants of Ravka took part. The House of Lantsov took over the country and strengthened its position by killing the rebels with the help of Grisha, led by the Darkling.

The Darkling helped them in exchange for a promise that no Grisha would ever suffer at the hands of Ravka's rulers again. His successors created the Little Palace, a safe haven for Grisha. The Lanstovs, on the other hand, continued the annual killing of 11 children from the Ravka districts. They put on a show for the people, the snobbish nobility, and the Grisha, who gloated over how the children of their captors were now fighting for their lives in the arena as they used to in the Old Ravka.

If it weren't for the Darkling's help, the world would be different.

Lantsov would not have come to power. The fold would not exist. And the Hunger Games would never have happened.

"12. We are in captial." you smile thankfully and nod to the boy from District 11.

You disembark with the other tybutes, and each of you holds your breath as you see the gates of Os Alta in the distance. Your district was poor, like mainly all of them, and Karemzin was certainly not the most beautiful. But the forest around the city gave you a strange feeling of peace. Home.

"Get in line! You will be checked by medics! We don't want any pandemics in the capital because we brought some rats to play with."

Each of you is bursting with anger at the soldier's words. But with so many Peacekeepers around you, none are brave enough to disobey orders.

You're last in line. You are waiting for a woman to approach you. You know she is Grisha from her clothes—a beautiful red kefta. You feel nauseous as the woman's hands touch your forehead, but you stand still and straight. You definitely won't show them you're scared, especially Grisha.

Grisha frowns. He nods at the peacekeeper. You feel yourself turning pale, your hands clasped behind your back, shaking slightly as you realise something is wrong. You create various scenarios in your head, and when Peacekeeper reaches for something attached to his hip, you already say goodbye to life. You raise your eyebrows in surprise when he pulls out something else instead of a gun.

"I'm not a Grisha." you say firmly, recognising the device the Grisha's use to test if someone has the ability to practice their 'little science'. "I was examined when I was young."

"We shall see." the healer who checked you says.

She nods at the soldiers. You are pushed into carriages. 6 people to one. You're a bit cramped, but it's better than sharing one carriage. You take the opportunity to fall asleep, resting your head against the window, as the quiet conversations and the sound of squeaking wheels hitting the path in the forest lull you to sleep.

You gather in a large room that is too over-decorated for your taste. You were bathed and changed into new clothes, all to appear before the king and the inhabitants of the capital.

You stand tense, playing with the sleeves of your dress. You've watched the Hunger Games once. The tybutits gathered in the great hall before the king and presented their image to Ravka and its inhabitants. The one who sold best gained the most sponsors. And therefore, food, water, medicines, and weapons in the arena.

But apart from the soldiers, there was no one around you.

You shiver slightly when suddenly the door bursts open and several soldiers dressed in black enter. The oprichniki. You swallow as, between them, you see the Darkling himself.

You saw him once in the newspaper at Prince Vasily's funeral.

He was terrifying.

There was an aura of power and composure around him. He dominated a room full of people, and seeing him in person only strengthened your belief that the man in front of you was pure danger and unlimited power.

Rumours spread throughout the country that he would one day depose Lantsovs from the throne. And no one would be surprised if someone from the Darkling's family line finally came to power.

"General Kirigan!" the oprichnik shouts.

The soldiers salute him, and some of the tributes bow. You stand straight, watching him carefully as he slowly walks towards the centre of the room. He stands before you and looks at you all. His dark eyes meet yours in a burning gaze a few moments longer than the rest. He clears his throat, breaking the absolute silence, and begins his speech.

"It is a great honour to take part in the Hunger Games. It is an even greater honour to survive them and become a resident of Os Alta, so do not waste your chance. You will soon go to a meeting with your mentors and then to the throne room, where the king will officially open this year's Hunger Games. You will have two weeks to prepare for entering the arena. But before that, like every year, we will take you through a small test. Don't worry, it will only take a moment." He claps his hands, making some of you tremble. He chuckles, darkly amused, and looks at you one by one again. "Who's first? Maybe District 1?"

Everyone's eyes turn to the little boy. The kid is maybe 12 years old, no more. On shaky legs, he approaches the Darkling. You clench your jaw as you watch the amusement in the peacekeepers' eyes. At least the Darkling and his people had the decency not to scare the boy more or make fun of him.

The Darkling pierces his skin with his ring, creating a small wound. The boy lets out a small squeal of pain but doesn't remove his hand. The Darkling whispers something to him and gives him his black handkerchief. The boy takes it hesitantly, thanks it, presses it to the wound, and returns to his place in line.

And so on. Some come back with a larger wound on their arm, others with a slight bite, like a little boy. Until it's your turn.

You approach the Darkling, staring at the window behind him and the view of the forest from which you came here. You stand in front of him, waiting for him to pierce your skin. But it's not like that. An uncomfortable, disquieting silence descends. You shift your gaze to him and can't help but shiver as you find his dark irises staring intently at you.

"What are you?" he asks, still staring at you, searching for something you can't quite place. You don't know why he does it. He didn't speak to the rest of the tibutes.

"Y/N Y/L/N from district 12." you answer his strange question, proud that your voice isn't hoarse. The last time you drank water was three days ago.

He smirks at your response and at the fact that you keep his gaze on you, unlike the rest of the people who stood in front of him. He is partly disappointed that you're doing it. He decides it would be nice to grab your chin and force you to look into his eyes. But your supposedly brave attitude is a pleasant refreshment for him.

"I asked you… what are you?" he repeats it in a monotone tone of voice.

"This year's tribute, sir." you say, confused, not knowing what exactly he wants to hear from you or what he is asking you about.

"That I can see. Answer the question. WHAT are you?" he insists and you can't find a good answer.

An orphan? Nobody's daughter? A friend?

"I... no one." you say, staring into his dark eyes like hypnotised.

You feel incredibly stupid and tremble as the soldiers' laughter echoes throughout the room.

But the Darkling doesn't join them, there's no trace of amusement in his eyes, now almost black as his shadows, as he watches you carefully.

He's judging you. You don't know why his attention is fully on you or why he needs someone… as worthless as you, but everything changes the moment he raises his hands and summons his shadows.

They surround the soldiers, immediately silencing them, and there is a deafening silence in the room again. You feel like it's just you and him and no one else.

"Interesting... we shall see and find out." he gently brushes his finger against your wrist. "Now, your sleeve, if you allow."

He doesn't wait for your answer or movement and rolls up the sleeve of your dress himself, with a carefulness that amazes you. The Darkling is known for many things, but certainly not for any form of gentleness.

You wait for the pain that will come from his ring piercing your skin. But the wound he gives you is not that terrible compared to others he made for the rest of the tributes. And the strangest thing about it all is that not a single drop of blood leaks from it.

You feel a strange warmth spread throughout your body where he touches you. He tightens his grip on your shoulder more, as if he's searching for something. The warmth is spreading deeper within you until suddenly you feel it piercing right through your heart.

You close your eyes at the intense feeling that washes over you. You stop breathing as suddenly the room fills with blue light emitting from you. The wind picks up, the ground shakes under your feet, and the small pieces of plaster begin to fall off the ceiling. You're not sure, but you think you hear someone screaming echoing through the room.

You meet the Darkling's gaze. He stares at you with some kind of pride and satisfaction. Like a predator when he finally catches his great prey. You pull away your hand from his grip, still holding defiantly his gaze. You probably wouldn't have been so brave under different circumstances, but after all, you were a participant in the Hunger Games. You were already dead anyway.

"Wed'ma." whispers spread throughout the room as everything returned to normal. The other Grisha help one of them, the one closest to you, get up from his lap. He's breathing quickly, he's pale, and you see a trickle of blood coming from his mouth. You realize that you are not bleeding like the tributes before you did from the wound inflicted by the Darkling.

"She is not a witch. Show a little respect. The Merzost Holder is standing in front of you." he announces. Grisha falls silent, staring at you in shock and awe as the others give him confused looks. Including you.

"What the blody hell?" you whisper, but he either doesn't hear you or ignores you, sending everyone else out of the room. Only you and his oprichniki remain.

When the door closes with a loud bang, you somehow regain the ability to speak. You straighten up, looking up to meet the Darkling's dark eyes still fixed on you. You shiver, swallowing, as you gather the courage to ask him a question.

"What the fuck is going on here?" he grimaces at your aggressive tone and crude swearing but decides to ignore it and answer your question. He decides he still has plenty of time to train you once your emotions fade away.

"You wield the merzost. Power from the borderline of little science. Its layers… are within you. The saints have marked you as the living source of this. A little science prevents us from creating new things, and trying to use Merzost is mostly deadly, if not disastrous, for those who try to use it, but you… you can manipulate it to your heart's content. You hold the magic that is hidden at the heart of the world—the power of creation, of life over death."

"I am not a Grisha." he laughs loudly and mockingly at your words, making you shiver.

"Wasn't this little show enough to convince you? It was definitely for me. I've seen many Grisha, but you're one of a kind for now. Your power may have been unheard of, but you exist in our literature. As a myth. A legend, a bedtime story for children. Our ancestors believed that one day a Grisha would appear so powerful that they would be able to move the sea, destroy continents, and restore lives. That there will appear a saviour who will give us eternal greatness and make us receive the respect we deserve. We have been waiting a long time for you, miss Y/L/N."

"Well, then you'll have to wait a little longer. I'm a tribute. I'll probably die in the games."

"You don't think I'm going to let my Grisha be part of this, do you?" he asks you mockingly. Before you can answer, the door opens again, and two heartrenders walk in. "Excellent timing. Ivan, Fedyor, you will escort Miss Y/L/N to the Little Palace. Make sure our Merzost Holder gets all the amenities she needs after the traumatic time she endured in the district and on the way here."

Your first thought is to resist him and run away from there as far as possible, but there is nothing you can do. It's either follow them or go back to the Hunger Games, which you don't want.

So you hide your pride in your pocket and walk between the two men, guided by the Darkling's watchful, careful gaze that makes you shiver. You sigh in relief as soon as the door closes behind you and you're free from his dark eyes.

But something tells you that you won't be free from this dangerous man's company for long.

Especially when, after he touched you, you felt some strange connection to him that you couldn't explain. Something that made you more terrified than your untamed, wild and new power.

The chamber they take you to is ridiculously luxurious. The amount of gold and decorations in it alone could feed your entire orphanage for years.

As a poor orphan, you learned to measure the value of things like food and warm clothes. Probably like other residents of the districts. Only in the capital and larger cities did people have higher values than survival.

Your thoughts returned to Mal and Alina. You hoped that the two of them could handle it until you figured out how to get out of the mess you were in.

You look at your hands, reflecting on everything that has happened in these few days. From a poor orphan, you became a tribute in the Hunger Games and then the holder of some strange Grisha's power that you had no idea about.

And the worst part of it all was that you were still so damn hungry.

Suddenly, someone knocks on your door. Before you can answer, the Darkling himself enters, followed by a red-haired woman in a white kefta and two maids. They both hold the trays, put them on the table, and leave silently, closing the door behind them, leaving you with a woman and a shadow summoner.

The redhead walks up to you and holds your chin, watching you closely and tugging on your hair, tilting your head back. You aggressively push her hands away from you and step back.

"Ouch. I thought districts taught some culture, right?"

"Sorry, I don't feel very cultured when a strange woman comes up to me and plays with me like with some rag doll."

The Darkling chuckles softly as he sits down in one of the plush armchairs. His posture seems a little more relaxed than when he entered the room earlier. There is no longer anger or desire for committing murder on his face.

"Calm down, little wellspring. Genya is here to… gently improve your appearance." he says, pointing at your outfit. You blush slightly at his remark, but you realise that anyone in your situation would look... like they took it out of a dog's throat.

"What for?" you ask suspiciously, crossing your arms, which somehow makes him more amused. He's slowly starting to irritate you.

"And here I thought you'd be grateful that we wanted to get you to… a more human state." he says, revealing the first tray. The black gloves he wore contrasted with the gold tray lid, catching your attention. You wondered why he needed them on such a warm day...

The smell of food hits your nostrils, making saliva pool in your mouth and making you forget about anything else. Your stomach screams at you to eat the food given to you as quickly as possible, but your willpower and common sense win.

"What do you want?" you ask firmly and look at him defiantly.

"The king, despite my numerous persuasions, did not agree to... remove you from the Hunger Games. It probably has something to do with... the type of power you have. The old fool is probably afraid that we will start a rebellion that you will lead. He hopes that you will die in the games, and this will take care of itself for him."

"He is right. We know I have no chance of surviving." the calmness with which you say this surprises him. His mocking, confident demeanour crumbles for a moment as he looks at you carefully, analysing this new side of you he didn't see yet.

However, by the smirk that forms on his lips, you realise that he isn't losing interest in you at all. Your mysteriousness only further ignites the fire of curiosity within him. And being close to him is the last thing you want right now.

"Maybe not alone, but with me as your mentor? We shall see..." he says thoughtfully, his eyes piercing right through you. You lose this little staring contest, feeling too uncomfortable under his scrutinising gaze. "Now eat. You must have strength. And Genya will improve your appearance in the meantime. Don't make this already... demanding task more difficult for her."

You sit on the chair that is furthest from him and take some food from the tray. You chew in silence, watching the two of them. When you're full enough that your stomach won't growl, you decide to put the food aside to share something with him that he probably won't like.

"I won't win. You better get ready for it." You say with great confidence and he raises his eyebrows.

"And why is that, if I may ask?" he asks mockingly, as if he already knew that your victory was a foregone conclusion.

"I am not going to kill anybody during the games." you state, and Genya, who was combing your hair, freezes.

You both look at the Darkling, waiting for his reaction, who for now stares at you in surprise. He clenches his jaw and fists as he realises the meaning of your words. You see anger in his dark eyes.

"Are you mad?" he asks surprisingly calmly, probably surprising both of you. However, you see shadows begin to flow from his hands, circling around the feet of the chair he was sitting in as he gave you a look that could kill and certainly scare many.

"Probably."

"Listen to me carefully. We didn't wait hundreds of years for you to come here with your bratty, saintly attitude, willing to martyr yourself in the name of nothing at the stupid Hunger Games. You're going to win it, and you're going to do everything I tell you to do with a damn smile on your pretty face that will charm sponsors enough to invest money in you. Do you understand, underdog from 12?"

His angry speech and growl through his teeth do not intimidate you. He needs you alive so he won't hurt you, and you'll die soon anyway, so what difference does it make if you show him respect? You lean towards him slowly, bravely enduring his angry glare and returning it with your own.

"You can kiss my ass, shadow man." you speak slowly, loudly, and clearly.

You hear Genya sigh softly behind you, and you see him frown in anger. He throws the tray (which was still full of food and on the table) at you. He leaves your rooms without looking at you and slams the door hard as he takes his shadows with him.

"That… that was really stupid and brave." Genya says that once she has recovered from his small outburst of anger.

She saw people who, for less, were cut in half with the cut form from his shadows. But there you were, coming out of the verbal fight with him without a scratch because you managed to jump away from the tray he threw at you.

"I am dead anyway." you say, shrugging. There was no way you were getting out of this alive.

Genya smiles at you sadly, comfortingly in a twisted way, and gently caresses your cheek with her hand.

"Come. We'll make you look breathtaking before the presentation." she says, sitting you in another chair as she begins to prepare you to perform in front of Ravka's nobility.

The way she talked to you afterwards made you feel calmer and more comfortable. But you couldn't help but feel remorse when the maids came to clean up the food and immediately threw it in the trash like it was nothing. So many people could feed off this...

You came back tired from the presentation. You had to say a few words about yourself, which was extremely difficult for you, and after that, the host mentioned that you were Grisha.

The first Grisha in the Hunger Games.

You know from Genya that this information made some sponsors, curious about your unusual case, invest some money in you. Enough to cover the cost of creating your kefta and providing you with other outfits for future Hunger Games promotional events.

You think you have a few weeks before going to the arena. Before that stupid game for the royalty and nobilities.

You were preparing to go to bed when they allowed you to stay in a Little Palace as a sign of respecting the rules between the Lantsov dynasty and Darkling, when suddenly someone knocked on your door.

Whoever it was, they didn't wait for an answer.

The Darkling walked into your chamber, closing the door behind him. He looked at you and then sat on one of the armchairs, not taking his eyes from you even for a while.

"Normal people wait to be invited before entering." you say, crossing your arms as you stare at him expectantly as he sits back and takes the grapes in his gloved hands.

"Normal people don't want to die, but here you are." he replies sarcastically, at which you roll your eyes. A little more confident, you take a step towards him, giving him a defiant look as he raises his curious gaze at you.

"What do you want?"

"To discuss tomorrow's tactics with you." he replies calmly, eating a grape. Your gaze lingers on his lips for a moment before you meet his piercing, dark eyes again.

"Do you think that after your behaviour, I will cooperate with you in any way?"

"I shouldn't have reacted like that. Not many people surprise me, Miss Y/L/N. Let's just say… I'm not used to having someone who rebels against me in such a brazen way." he says, looking you up and down appraisingly. You somehow stop yourself from trembling under his gaze and calm yourself down enough to answer without an ounce of trembling in your voice.

"You haven't seen my true impudence yet, General."

"I guess… Why are you so eager to die?" the sudden change of topic causes you to frown in confusion.

He's the last person you want to talk to about why you don't want to kill. You won't open up. Certainly not in front of him—the man who killed thousands without blinking his eye.

"I don't want to die." you decide to give him that simple answer before you also reach for the grapes he's eating and take some for yourself.

You don't gorge yourself in front of him, even though your stomach is growling. You won't give him any more reasons to treat you like an animal. The people of Os'Alta had enough of them anyway.

"But you say you won't kill anyone. That you are going to die." he reminds you, gently pushing the bowl of fruit towards you, which you miss as you think about what answer to give him.

"Because I know that will happen. I won't survive long without killing another, but it doesn't mean that I want to die. I just have humanity in me. Not like the others."

"It will be only a matter of time. Your behaviour will change in the arena. The will to survive is greater in crisis situations than any morality. I assure you. I've seen many good men turn into pure animals after they went to the arena." the faraway look in his eyes as he stares at the fireplace behind you tells you he's not telling you the whole truth. Maybe he saw it, but definitely not in the arena. You wonder what he could mean.

"I would rather die than lose who I am." you answer with all the confidence you can muster.

"You have no choice. I will drag you out of this arena by myself if I have to. You are too important for Grisha to just die." his words make you angry.

You know that some plans for you appeared in his head the moment he somehow activated the merzost within you. You could have seen it in his eyes then. Their strange source of ancient magic was inside you, and he wanted to use it for his plans. But you don't want to be some mythical fairy tale creature for Grisha.

"I am not a hero or any other saint!" you growl through your teeth in anger and clench your fists at your sides.

Unbeknownst to you, shadows begin to thicken around you, and the room plunges into darkness. You only realise what's happening to you when the Darkling stares at you in silent admiration and curiosity, a small smile tugging at his lips as he rubs his chin and his rough, short beard in pure, growing interest.

"You will be whoever I want you to be. Do you understand me?" he asks, ignoring for now this little show of your power.

You have no idea how you managed to amplify his shadows and make them more visible to you. Apparently, you had to learn to control this strange thing before you did something terrible. Again.

You shiver, pushing away the unwanted memory and instead focusing on your anger at him. You decide to respond very eloquently to his threat/order.

"Fuck you."

He just laughs at you as he stands up. Only a small coffee table separated you, and you again realised how powerful and intimidating he was as he towered over you while you still sat on the couch. You feel a chill against your ankle as his shadows gather at his and your feet before disappearing.

You stand up as he walks around the coffee table and walks over to you. He lifts your chin with his gloved hand, forcing you to look into his eyes. You don't feel that strange electricity like before when his skin touched yours, but the tension between us is still palpable. At least for you. Your fingers tingle to touch him, to run your hand over his shadows. You know that the moment you do this, darkness will fill the room again.

You have no idea why, but the thought suddenly seems exciting. You have a strange desire to create something from its shadows. Model them at your discretion. And you're more confused than the intensity with which his eyes stare into yours.

"I give you two days. You'll change your mind, little wellspring. Your power is too great to simply let it waste in the grave. Think about it." he says this and walks past you, gently hitting your shoulder with his. You turn and watch as he leaves and closes the door behind him, leaving you alone in the empty room.

And when you are finally alone, you allow yourself to pounce on the food that has been left for you. Once you've eaten your fill, you start to realise what kind of crazy sh*t you've gotten yourself into.

You look at your hands and close your eyes, pressing them together. You focus on the strange tingling feeling on the inside. You open one eye and gasp as you see the black mass—the thread connecting both of your arms—that is cool to the touch.

A silent scream escapes your lips as you shake your hands hysterically, trying to get rid of it. The black mass disappears the moment you lose your focus. You put your hand to your mouth, letting yourself kneel on the floor as you sob as quietly as possible. You can't hold back your tears as the memories of blood, screaming, metal, and the feeling of shortness of breath come back to you. You rock back and forth, taking shaky breaths. You only wake up from your trance when the first rays of sunlight hit your eyes.

And so goes your first night in the Little Palace.

[starryevermore]

the house of snow (21) ✧ coriolanus snow

the house of snow ✧ a royal coryo au | pinterest board| ao3

pairing: king!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

series summary: the king of panem is in search of a bride. and, for reasons you can never understand, coriolanus snow has set his sights on you. it would never be a happy marriage, you’re sure of that. but none of that matters, because when snow decides he wants something, he will do everything in his power to ensure it is his. 

chapter summary: changes are coming.

word count: 2,010

series warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, royal au, regency au, arranged marriage, rivals to lovers, obsessive!coryo, jealous!coryo, protective!coryo, eventual smut, eventual pregnancy, more tags to be added later

chapter warnings?: implied smut, sickness, pet name (petal), not proofread

“I never imaged that Coriolanus Snow would be the sort of man to wrap himself around his wife’s finger,” Clemensia said, stirring her spoon in the china teacup. The metal clinked against the porcelain. She lifted the spoon from the cup and set it on the plate before taking a long drink.

You had invited her and Livia, among some other young ladies of the ton, for tea. The rest of the ladies had broken off in their own conversations while you remained with your friends. It was nice to see them. Though you loved your Coryo, sometimes it was good to spend time away from him. It reminded you of how much you enjoyed his presence. 

“I never imagined him married. I sort of thought he’d live alone forever. He never cared much for chasing after girls at the Academy,” Livia admitted. Her face paled as though she realized who she was speaking to. You almost laughed at the scared, mouse-like expression. “I mean no offense, Your Majesty.”

You waved her off. “You can speak freely to me. I must admit, it is nice to hear that someone didn’t think my Coryo to be the marrying type.”

“Oooh, your Coryo,” Clemensia teased, brushing her elbow against yours. 

“Oh, hush,” you laughed. “I thought I was truly blind when he told me he’s wanted my hand since we were fourteen. At least now I can say I was not blind, but rather that he was terrible at communicating his feelings.”

Livia’s brows raised to her hairline. “Fourteen? Really?”

“He’d been asking my father for my hand since we were eighteen,” you added. “My father refused until Coryo made a name for himself.”

“And of course he would take that to mean he must be crowned King,” Clemensia said. “He was never anything but ambitious.”

Livia smiled and reached for your hand. She gave it a squeeze. “That is so romantic. A man who will take a kingdom so he can earn his love’s hand. People write stories about that sort of thing.”

“That sounds like the stories you would read, petal.“

All other conversation in the parlor had ceased. You didn’t have to turn in your seat to know that Coryo was behind you. His firm hands came to rest on his shoulders, and he leaned down to press a kiss to your temple. A smile pulled at your lips. 

“Do you think all I read is romance?” you said. 

“Not all. But everyone needs something lighter after reading about history and politics all day,” Coryo said. His fingers trailed off the lace of your gown and to the exposed skin by your collarbone. A shiver ran down your spine. Why had you tortured yourself with this tea again? “Besides, you had to get the idea of a love match from somewhere.”

You watched as Clemensia leaned over to Livia. Her voice dropped to a stage-whisper as she said, “Aren’t they much cuter than her and Lord Plinth would ever be?”

Coryo’s fingers curled into your skin. It didn’t hurt, but it reminded you of how you and Coryo lost a friend. Even if Sejanus could leave the Peacekeepers and return to the Capitol, nothing would ever be the same. You couldn’t imagine a world where you all could be friends again. You reached up and took his hand, lifting it to your lips. He relaxed as you kissed his knuckles. 

“Much cuter,” Livia agreed. 

Clemensia’s eyes glinted with mischief as she turned her gaze to you and Coryo. “A shame he enlisted with the Peacekeepers. I wish he could see the two of you so sickeningly in love.”

“Perhaps that’s why he enlisted. Because he couldn’t live with himself if he wasn’t the one making her so happy,” Livia mused. 

Oh, that was such a romantic way to think of it. If only they knew it was because he was so in love with you that he begged you to run away with him. If only they had seen the King so red with anger, how you had thought he would have killed his once-friend with his bare hands. If Livia was writing your story, she would make it seem like Sejanus peacefully stepped out of the picture. She wouldn’t make it seem like the betrayal it was. 

You lifted your chin to look at your husband. While his face was painted to look calm, you could see the anger swirling in his pale blue eyes. You kissed his knuckles again and said, “Why he left doesn’t matter. Not when I have such a wonderful husband by my side.”

Coryo’s tight-lipped smile turned genuine. “And with that, I must steal my wife away. We have important matters we must discuss.”

You held onto Coryo’s hand as you rose from your seat. He led you out of the ignore, the both of you ignoring Clemensia’s giggled “important matters, hm?”. Your heart beat hard in your chest as you walked down the hall. He wouldn’t harm you, you were sure of that, but you didn’t like when he let the anger simmer.

Coryo took you to the office and shut the door behind you. Once alone, he tugged you against his chest and pressed his lips against yours. A gasp escaped you, allowing him the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth. Your arms wound their way around his shoulders. You hand tangled itself in his hair. Well, this certainly wasn’t what you expected, but you weren’t going to kick a gift horse in the mouth. 

“I would marry you again,” he grunted against your mouth. “I would marry you every day for the rest of my life.”

“What’s stopping you? You are King. The only person you let order you around is me, and I would never deprive myself of you again.”

Coryo pulled away. Before you could inquire why, he was sinking down on his knees. He pushed your skirts up, hooked one leg over his shoulder. His nose brushed against your clothed core, wet mouth pressing kisses. Coryo pulled down your undergarments and began to recite his vows. 

“I, Coriolanus Snow, take thee to be my wedded Wife, to have and to hold from this day forward…”

Your stomach churned as you ate breakfast. With every bite, it took tremendous effort to keep the food down. Even with a generous amount of water between bites, it doesn’t seem to help. Part of you wanted to believe it was because you would be meeting with the Electors for the first time since your engagement to Coryo. But you knew it wasn’t nerves. You had had a rare clear schedule two days prior when you found yourself knelt over a chamberpot, the remnants of lunch spilling out with no end in sight. 

“You don’t need to meet with the Electors if you are not feeling up to it,” Coryo said from the other end of the table. He had finished his own breakfast what felt like hours ago. In reality, it had only been a few minutes. Yet every effort to eat your own meal seemed to take eons. “I can meet them on my own, or we can reschedule. No one will fault you if they wish to live.”

The threat was meant to make you laugh, and you might have if the nausea didn’t overwhelm you. A Peacekeeper from the corner of the room raced over with a vessel for your vomit. You heaved until there was nothing left, barely noticing that Coryo had came around your side and was rubbing your back. 

“I take it back. You are not going,” he said. “They should be arriving soon, but I will inform them that we cannot take visitors at the moment.”

You lifted your head. Sweat beaded on your forehead, and you knew you looked as sick as you felt. Still, though, you argued, “I am fine now. I-I just need a moment to freshen up. Whatever sickness that was has passed. I am fine, Coryo.”

“Is that why you pretend I don’t know you have been sick every day this week?”

You had prayed he didn’t notice. A foolish thought, to be sure. But he never made a comment when you would slide out of bed or would excuse yourself from the office. 

“You never said anything.”

Coryo sighed. He ran a hand over your hair, careful not to mess up the delicate pinnings. “Nor did you. I thought you might have wanted space. If you do, I will continue to allow you it. But I will not let you go to meetings and make yourself worse. Go back to our chambers, take a bath, and I will have a physician sent up.”

“Coryo—”

He hushed you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Please, petal.”

You frowned, but conceded. When Coryo looked at you with that serious look in his eyes, it was hard to fight back. So you rose from your chair and retreated to your chambers. A lady’s maid was quick to help you out of your dress and undid your hair while another servant drew you a bath. Once in the bath, you tried to push your mind away from your sickness. It was easy to do until a servant came in to let you know the physician arrived. 

Rather reluctantly, you left your bath and slipped on a shift before letting the physician inside your chambers. You offered a tight-lipped smile as he gave a quick bow. 

“Thank you for your haste,” you said, sitting on the edge of the bed. The physician pulled the bench by your vanity over so he sat in front of you. “I am certain this will pass soon, but Coryo wanted to be certain.”

“Of course, Your Majesty,” he said. “I am sure you would much rather return to your duties, so we can make this quick. Could you tell me your symptoms?”

You began to rattle them off, your heart sinking as you began to realize how much you had been sick over the last week. How had Coryo managed to stay silent this long? Did he realize how ill you had been? Judging by the on the physician’s face, you began to worry that you and Coryo had waited too long to do anything.

The door creaked open. Without really thinking of what you were doing, you stood up as Coryo entered the room. He nodded at the physician before coming to your side. You sat together. His hand instinctively took yours. 

“Is everything well?” Coryo asked.

“I will need to ask a few questions first, but I am certain all is well, Your Majesty,” the physician said.

“Ask away then,” Coryo said. 

The physical looked to you. “Forgive me for my bluntness, but when was your last courses?”

Your grip on Coryo’s hand tightened. When had that been? It felt like nearly a lifetime ago. How long ago had it been since you bled? You used to be so diligent about this. Your mother always stressed the importance of it. She would say it would be important when you were married, because that’s when you knew when you would have children. Children. Oh. 

You counted back the days and the weeks, your heart racing as you couldn’t pinpoint the exact time. “Right before the wedding,” you decided. “The day you threw the ball, Coryo.”

Coryo’s head snapped to yours. “That was nearly two months ago.”

The physician smiled. “Ah, well, then that’s likely what’s at issue. I have a few tests we can do to be certain, but I do believe we have found the source of your sickness, Your Majesty.”

Suddenly, you very much wanted to throw up again. Could it really be so soon? You tried to recall married couples that came before you. How long had it been for them? You wanted to say a lot longer. Certainly not a mere two months. 

“Congratulations,” the physician said. “Panem will rejoice when your babe arrives.”

You vomited on his shoes. 

[kitkat13001]

ִ ࣪𖤐 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 - 𝟷

[ a my hero academia hunger games au ]

>> masterlist

>> brief mentions of violence, murder etc

i remember the first time i saw katsuki bakugou on the television. 

the only other tributes who had been picked were those of district one. they were both promising, the girl tall and lithe, and the boy strong and sturdy. but when the cameras switched to district two, he was the one who caught my eye. 

everyone’s eyes, i think. he was only fifteen, but he was tall and he looked strong. more than that, he looked fierce. 

he stomped up to the stage to take the place of the boy who had been called previously, izuku something. he was a small, freckled boy, yelling “kacchan!” over and over as bakugou took the stage without sparing him a glance. 

fifteen is young to volunteer, even in district two. but his fierce red eyes stared directly into the camera—at me and the thousands of other citizens watching—as if to say don’t you dare count me out.

i sat at home, watching the games before the games unfold. i was fifteen then too, clutching on to maxine’s hands as we watched everything. 

the tribute parade, the training scores, the interviews, everything. 

his angle was clear from the beginning: he was a fighter. he answered all of present mic’s questions in a short, clipped tone. his responses were always straightforward and blunt, never elaborating on anything longer than necessary. 

he’d scored a solid ten in training, and while it was impressive for sure, it was no surprise. 

once the games started, it was no surprise that he won, either. 

i also remember the first time i saw eijirou kirishima on television. he wasn’t truly remarkable at the beginning—built broad and sturdy like most of the tree-choppers in seven, with long black hair pulled back save for bangs hanging in his redwood eyes.

it wasn’t until his stylist got ahold of him that people began to take notice of him. they’d dyed his hair bright red and spiked it up into horns, like the branches of a great tree. at the tribute parade, he rode tall and strong, projecting the image of some fae forest king. nature fashion was all the buzz in the capitol that year.

he ended up scoring a nine in training, incredible for someone in an outlying district. a nine from a non-career district is practically a career’s ten. he was a fierce fighter too, strong and brave all throughout. he never went looking for a fight, but when one came his way he would obliterate whoever was in his path.

it was a compelling games to watch that year, but somewhat heartbreaking. kirishima was a just person, and a close ally of his was brutally murdered towards the end. it was the twisted motivation he had needed to go over the edge and win it for good. 

those two games, back to back, were the most recent—and the most memorable. 

but one of the most vivid things i remember though, better than both of those times—even though i’ve tried hard to forget—was the day i was called in the reaping. 

i remember standing on the pier by the docks where district four gathers for the reaping, watching on the big televisions, the camera crews perched on the buildings, holding tightly to my mother’s and older sister’s hands until we’re forced apart by the peacekeepers who direct me to stand with the rest of the elegible youth. 

we must look like the sardines that are sold in the market, lined up, packed tightly, and wide-eyed. except the sardines are already dead, and two of us here are just awaiting our fates. 

i am eighteen this year, as of the 27th of april. this is the last year i will be eligible for the hunger games. in an hour, i may very well be sitting at home, celebrating as my mother cries tears of relief that both of her children are finally safe from this nightmare called the hunger games. 

my heart is pounding as the sick ceremony commences, as the treaty of treason is read and the history of panem is retold. 

i stare at the glass balls with the names inside. the one on the left is the girls. 

the name anelisa atlacoya is written on seven slips inside. seven slips out of thousands. 

i have never taken out tesserae, on instruction from maxine and my mother. my sister did it a few times, because there was a recession in the fishing industry a few years back and i was still too young to help on the docks and my mother was suffering from the fish flu. but her name was never called and my mother recovered quickly and i took on extra jobs fishing and weaving nets and diving for clams. 

besides, taking out tesserae is fairly uncommon in district four. we are counted as a ‘career’ district, where we are better fed, better trained, poverty less common. some people train to volunteer in the reaping. it’s not as common as in districts one and two, but it still happens on occasion. district four has a strong sense of loyalty and justice and community, and the stronger will sometimes volunteer if someone very young or very weak is called. 

i’m pulled from my thoughts as the escort for the district four tributes announces that the selection is beginning. 

we don’t really believe in the ‘ladies first’ approach like a lot of the other districts, so we alternate every year which tribute is picked first. 

this year, it’s the boys. 

“tenya iida.”

tenya iida. i’ve heard that name before. my head turns in the crowd along with everyone else, searching for this boy who will represent district four this year. 

his face is stony, grim determination in his eyes. i recognize him from around the docks, his family owns a large boat-reparation business. he’s quite tall and broad-shouldered, very strong looking. a contender for sure, no one volunteering to take his place as he marches dutifully up to the stage. 

“and now, for the girls.”

my breath hitches, palms sweating heavily. i wipe them on my shorts but it does little to help. 

time feels frozen, every move taking ten times longer than normal as i watch the announcer reach into the glass ball and pull the name out. the static of the microphone stirs something in my stomach and i’m glad i didn’t eat a heavy lunch. 

i hold my breath as the announcer’s mouth moves to read the name off the slip of paper. 

every girl next to me tenses up, all of us thinking the same thing. 

please don’t be me. 

all of them are right. it’s not them. 

“anelisa atlacoya.”

i freeze. every head in the crowd turns to me and i will myself to take the breath i’d been holding to prevent myself from passing out. 

anelisa. when was the last time someone called me anelisa? my mom probably, years ago if she was really mad. or a teacher, back in school. 

the name is repeated and it clicks now in my brain. that’s me. i will be representing district four in the hunger games this year. 

i steel myself, masking every trace of panic, fear, or the sickness i feel in my stomach as i part the crowd to walk up to the stage. 

i hear a choked sob and i find maxine standing with my mother in the crowd. the sob was my mother. maxine’s eyes are pained and she’s biting her lip so hard i see a trickle of blood. she wants to volunteer, maybe, i see it in her eyes. but she’s twenty, two years past the age of eligibility. 

maxine would have been a contender. she’s taller than me, built more sturdily. stronger. 

but i am eighteen, and i am fit and healthy and fed. i look out past the crowd and i know no one will volunteer. 

“the tributes from district four!”

there’s the obligatory clapping, but the ringing in my ears prevents me from hearing it. 

i stand tall, as tall as i can and i try to keep my face straight. i am being televised to the entirety of panem right now, and i cannot afford to make myself look weak. 

my jaw is clenched so hard i’m afraid it’ll break. i don’t hear a word being said until the escort gestures for us to shake hands. 

i meet tenya’s eyes, stormy and blue like the ocean in a tempest. i pray to poseidon almighty that my hand isn’t shaking when i reach out. tenya’s grip is solid and warm and i feel bad for a second because my palms are sweaty and clammy, but we separate after a firm shake. 

what a strange ritual, i think. we’re wishing each other luck in killing the other, in killing twenty-three other kids to ensure our journey home. 

well, tenya iida, i think. good luck. it seems the odds aren’t quite in our favor. 

[joyfulladywarrior]

Rhaenyra and Laenor conceive Velaryon looking children au

Rhaenyra and Laenor had consulted different healers and fertility witches from Essos so they can have children without sex. One of the methods worked and Rhaenyra got pregnant. After 8 months and a half, she gave birth to Jacearys who had her hair and Laenor's skin and eye color. Rhaenyra reveled in the bewildered look Alicent had on her face. Rhaenyra is not as blind as her father when it comes to the little whore. She heard the whispers of bastardy from her early pregnancy days. She knows that the green court believed the whispers to be true. The looks on their faces were very entertaining. The looks, however, changed from bewilderment to fear when Jace's egg had hatched while none of her siblings hatched dragons and they were all too young to claim one.

It didn't take long after the egg hatched for the assassination attempts to begin. The first attempt happened during a council meeting. He was a spoiled lord from a minor house from the reach who has never killed anyone, let alone a child, before. He broke down weeping. Truly, it is a marvel that he was able to reach the nursery. He was executed by dragonfire. The second attempt happened during the night. This time the assassin was a professional but he died by the white cloaks. The third attempt happened during early morning. It was one of the nursing maids who feed the prince Daeron and prince Jacaerys. Vermax burned her but did not kill her. She was fired and the attempt was ruled an accidental event. After the third attempt, Rhaenyra and Laenor went to Viserys and they both questioned how is it that Daeron and Jacaerys share everything but it is always Jacaerys that is targeted in these attempts. Alicent protested loudly over the insinuation and begged Viserys to not let them insult her. Viserys had not believed that there is any foul play in those attempts and that assassinations attempts happen all the time when you are a prince of the realm. After many attempts to force Viserys to begin an internal investigation over who could be behind those attempts, Rhaenyra and Laenor had decided that it would be safer for their son to live in Dragonstone.

After the move, Rhaenyra only went to the red keep when there was a council meeting. Viserys had been upset over the new development but would not move a finger against his wife. After Rhaenyra gave birth to Lucerys, she had a dream of the demise of the dragons and the conspiracies that are against the house of the dragon since Aegon's conquest. She woke up and decided to answer Alicent's call of war with action. She had gathered her family for a consultation and shared with them her dream and Aegon's dream. Rhaenys being Aemon's heir had already known about Aegon's dream and agreed that some form of action should be taken. Corlys, eager to avenge the lack of action against the Triarchy and the insult to his daughter, offered to take the Velaryon fleet and block ships from arriving to Oldtown. He had also suggested to bribe Greyjoy to move against the Lannisters. Rhaenys then suggested to turn the smallfolk against the king and his green woman which should be easy if it came out that Otto was the main reason why Viserys neglected the smallfolk. Alicent had never endeared herself to the smallfolk the way Aemma did. It would be easy to turn them against her.

A year after, Viserys held an emergency meeting over the complaints he's getting from Oldtown. There had been a blockade and the ships have to divert to deliver their shipment to Oldtown. The extra time led to Oldtown receiving spoiled food. Alicent wanted him to call on the Velaryon and Lannister fleets to solve the blockade. Rhaenyra, however, catered to his peacekeeping tendencies. She minimized the threat of the blockades. It certainly is a problem that doesn't concern the crown and a few blockades won't make the people of Oldtown suffer. She was also certain that Viserys does not want to show too much preference to one house. He is known to be a fair king and any special treatment would not be perceived well. This had shut down all opposition.

A year later, things had only gotten worse. The blockade matter did resolve itself. No one found out who was behind it. Shipments are being received more regularly. They have new problems now. Septs and houses are being set on fire. Oldtown is not the only place with problems. The Greyjoys ransacked small towns surrounding Lannisport and the smallfolk started to revolt against the king. Rhaenyra eventually had to intervene with the smallfolk and send them food and she dedicated a specific amount to orphanages. Rhaenyra had also conducted an investigation regarding the fires in Oldtown. It was found out that some of the maesters were experimenting in making weapons that would be more effective against dragons and they had to practice using the weapons somewhere. Those maesters were brought up and executed by dragon fire. After Viserys had found out how the actions of his daughter brought peace to the realm again, he invited the lords and ladies of major houses to kingslanding. He also invited Rhaenyra and the Velaryons. In front of the entire council and the Velaryons, Viserys announced that he intends to name Rhaenyra regent queen. The green council were beyond themselves and were reminding the king that he is still healthy (HA!) with many years till his reign end. Rhaenyra said that she cannot accept being a regent. You could hear a pin drop in the council room. Alicent looks like she was going to faint. She repeated her sentiment and said that she only needs a favor from his Grace. To conduct an internal investigation on the assassination attempts on Jacaerys. This time, Viserys agreed since he owed Rhaenyra after she restored the peace of the realm. The investagation yielded shocking results. It was discovered that Alicent, Otto, Larys Strong, Tyland Lannister, and others were behind the assassination. Viserys ordered them to be thrown in the black cells. Alicent was crying and screaming profanities. She called Rhaenyra a witch and a heretic but she was dragged away all the same. That night, Viserys had a heart attack but still survived. Now, Rhaenyra truly needed to step up as regent before the green council exploit the opportunity. Her reign began that night even if she only had the regent title. She had Otto, Larys, and Tyland executed and shipped Alicent and her children to Oldtown, ensuring that her half siblings won't be able to claim a dragon.

Even though, Rhaenyra had won in all the means of the word, she could not forgive nor forget the torment Alicent put her through. She needed to take everything from Alicent, the same way Alicent had taken everything away from her. While Rhaenyra knew that Alicent was not the mastermind behind the plan to seduce Viserys, Rhaenyra also knew that Alicent was not entirely innocent. A lady in their world cannot afford to be too naive to not believe that Otto wanted Viserys to bed her. Alicent, who had always been too self-righteous about her gods, knows that bedding a man who is not her husband is a sin to the seven, yet she did it anyway. Alicent had taken their friendship and trampled on it. She had comforted Viserys without doing her duty to Rhaenyra. She had destroyed Viserys' image to Rhaenyra. Before her mother's death, Rhaenyra had thought that she was the problem. Her father had loved her mother and had she been born a boy then her father would not have tortured her mother with multiple pregnancies and miscarriages. After she heard her father announce that he would wed Alicent, she knew that she was not the problem. He is. If he had loved her mother, he wouldn't immediately bed Alicent. Rhaenyra heard from the servants that Alicent had visited him the night of the funeral. They also told Rhaenyra that they found blood on the sheets ten days after the funeral. Rhaenyra's own dreams had showed her proof of this. Rhaenyra was never the problem, her father was. Otto was the problem. Alicent was too. It isn't enough to exile Alicent and kill her father. She had to take her children too. Ruin them the same way Alicent ruined Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra had called her brothers to become squire and called her sister to be her lady in waiting. This action was seen as benevolent by the court but it was anything but. From her dreams, Rhaenyra had already known a lot about her siblings. No matter what happens, Helaena would not be able to handle the pressure of the court and the ladies who were ignored in favor of her mother would retaliate against her ten fold the insult they perceived. Eventually, Helaena would ask her sister to return to Oldtown. When she did, Alicent had admonished Helaena for ruining her only chance at finding a husband. Aegon was already known be a drunkard and a whoremonger but to be known as such and to be seen as such are two different things. There are still lords who are in favor of Aegon being named heir. Rhaenyra's spies had told her that Alicent had been in contact with those lords and hope to usurp her when Viserys died. The moment Aegon is alone in the court, without his mother, he would not care for appearances and would lose his allies. Aemond would be too busy following their uncle Daemon in order to learn everything in hopes of receiving a dragon than to focus on keeping his brother in line. His obsession with dragons would lead him to be maimed when the Cannibal (the last dragon Aemond tried to claim) rejects him. Daeron has the best fate out of the Hightargs. He shares the same queer taste as Laenor. He would be completely enamored with Lucerys and would follow Lucerys to Driftmark when the time comes. Alicent would see the downfall of her children and would be unable to do anything.

[neonravengames]

On Moon Phases and Werewolves

Werewolf society is structured around the moon phases, with each wolf’s abilities and personality influencing their roles within the pack. Packs are often led by Full Moon or Eclipse wolves, with Waning Crescent wolves serving as healers, First Quarter wolves as warriors, and Waxing Gibbous wolves as lore-keepers. The unique talents of each moon phase create a balanced and interdependent system where all wolves have roles to play, though it would be foolish to assume that the individual had no impact upon themselves. There are brawny Waxing Gibbous wolves and wolves who serve as Speakers even though they are Full Moons.

The Lunar Court, led by the Werewolf King, ensures that the laws and traditions are respected, but packs have a great deal of autonomy, allowing them to organize themselves according to the needs of their territories and pack members.

Details below:

1. Full Moon

Characteristics: Full Moon wolves are the natural leaders of werewolf society. Born or bitten during the full moon, they possess immense physical strength and exceptional control over their transformations, even being able to shift at will from a young age. Their connection to the pack's psychic link is the strongest, allowing them to guide and calm others. Full Moon wolves are the most likely to succumb to Lunar Madness, as the full moon amplifies their power and emotional state.

Personality: Full Moon wolves tend to be dominant, assertive, and protective of their pack. They are natural-born leaders, often becoming Alphas or Betas due to their commanding presence and strong combat abilities. 

2. Waning Gibbous

Characteristics: Wolves born or turned under the waning gibbous moon are the pack's guardians. They are intensely loyal, strong in battle, and protective by nature. They have a natural sense of justice and an inclination toward defending the pack and maintaining order. These wolves tend to be more cautious than Full Moon wolves, but they are still quite powerful, often serving as enforcers or second-in-command within a pack.

Personality: Dutiful, responsible, and dependable. They prefer structure and routine, ensuring the safety of the pack and helping maintain stability.

3. Last Quarter

Characteristics: Last Quarter wolves are known for their pragmatism and strategy. Born or turned under this phase with a weaker lunar pull, they are often seen as planners, always thinking several steps ahead. Strong mental fortitude allows them to resist the emotional effects of the moon, helping them remain calm in high-pressure situations. They serve as tacticians and advisors within the pack, helping to prepare for worst-case scenarios and crises.They are not as strong as Full Moon or Waning Gibbous wolves, but their ability to think critically makes them invaluable.

Personality: Calm, calculated, and logical. Last Quarter wolves excel at keeping their emotions in check, focusing instead on the needs of the pack as a whole.

4. Waning Crescent

Characteristics: Wolves born under the waning crescent moon are often the peacekeepers and healers of the pack. They have a natural inclination toward nurturing and emotional intelligence, making them skilled at mending relationships and helping pack members recover from trauma. They are not as physically strong, but they excel at resolving disputes and caring for their packmates.

Personality: Empathetic, intuitive, and gentle. These wolves care deeply for others and tend to put the needs of the pack before their own, often serving as mediators in conflicts.

5. New Moon

Characteristics: Werewolves born during the new moon, also known as Runts (derogatory), are unique in that they cannot transform into wolves. Instead, they are essentially human with heightened senses and durability. Their connection to the pack bond is faint, allowing them to sense emotions but not fully participate in the psychic communication of the pack. Historically persecuted, modern New Moon wolves still carry a stigma, though many packs have come to see their unique abilities as useful and they often serve the pack as the ‘face’ towards human society.

Personality: Defensive, independent, and often loners. New Moon wolves tend to have a chip on their shoulder due to their perceived weakness and the isolation that often accompanies their birthright.

Abilities: Immune to the bite of other werewolves, immune to most werewolf diseases, and have heightened senses (compared to a human). They are allergic to silver, and ingesting can kill them. They cannot transform into wolves, and their children will always be human, but their grandchildren may inherit werewolf traits if the lunar influence is strong in their lineage or if they receive the Bite.

6. Waxing Crescent

Characteristics: Waxing Crescent wolves are often the explorers and visionaries of their packs. They are curious and driven by a desire for knowledge and adventure, always seeking new experiences and challenges. Quick reflexes and sharp senses make them excellent at tracking and exploring. Their connection to the pack bond allows them to sense danger early, and they are adept at navigating the wilderness. Their energy grows alongside the moon, and they often serve as scouts or those who make first contact with other packs or supernatural creatures.

Personality: Inquisitive, adventurous, and optimistic. These wolves are filled with hope and excitement, constantly looking toward the future and finding new opportunities for the pack.

7. First Quarter

Characteristics: Wolves born under the first quarter moon are often the warriors and protectors of the pack, fiercely loyal and determined. They thrive in battle, and their physical prowess is second only to that of Full Moon wolves, though they lack the same level of control. First Quarter wolves excel in combat situations, often serving as the pack’s enforcers or leading hunts.

Personality: Brave, competitive, and sometimes hot-headed. They are driven by a desire to prove themselves, often pushing themselves to the limits in both training and battle.

8. Waxing Gibbous

Characteristics: Waxing Gibbous wolves are the intellectuals and scholars of werewolf society. Born with a strong connection to the moon’s growing power, they are highly intuitive and often possess abilities tied to prophecy or spiritual insight. They are attuned to the moon’s spiritual energy, giving them a unique ability to read omens or guide the pack during uncertain times. Their physical abilities are moderate, but their mental acuity is unmatched. They serve as advisors, teachers, and lore-keepers for the pack, but most often are found serving as Speakers.

Personality: Insightful, thoughtful, and often introverted. Waxing Gibbous wolves spend much of their time in reflection, studying ancient texts or seeking to better understand their spiritual connection to the moon and pack.

9. Lunar Eclipse

Characteristics: Eclipse wolves are the rarest and most mystical of werewolves. Their power is deeply connected to the spiritual realm, allowing them to bridge the gap between the living and the dead. Born or turned during a total lunar eclipse, these wolves only possess hybrid forms—half-wolf, half-human creatures that are larger and more powerful than standard wolf forms. Eclipse wolves can sometimes see and communicate with the spirits of the dead (During the waking hours, while Speakers must enter a trance), particularly those who have passed on to the Hunting Grounds. Their connection to the moon grants them mystical abilities tied to the spiritual realm, and they are not forced to transform during the full moon. However, even they are not deaf to the moon's song and, during this time, can act irrationally or aggressively.

Personality: Eclipse wolves are mysterious, introspective, and often seen as otherworldly. They are revered in their packs, though their powers can make them seem distant or alien to other wolves, and their ability to blend in with normal human society can cause jealousy.

[quenchiestcactusjuice99]

LONG ASS POST AHEAD. a what-if scenario for my fictional little guy

what if your whole town was buried in a landslide caused by a mining accident and it killed everyone but you. and the king of the land and his son arrive just in time to save you. they take you back to the capital because the prince has no friends and deeply wants a brother. and his father tells you to protect him with your life. and you agree because you have just lost everything, and you cannot stomach the thought of losing more. even a prince your age who you have met only days prior. and so you train every day and you follow along when the king teaches his son how to lead a kingdom. you are there when the prince is married. you are there when the prince starts to disagree with his father over the best way to lead the land.

you are not there when the prince, hidden, witnesses the murder of the king by his own councilmen. you never forgive yourself. you watch the prince--young, happy, playful--turn to bitter anger overnight. you watch him mask it in front of everyone but you and his wife. you watch him step into his role as king. he starts consolidating power. he tells his people that he will begin rooting out the corruption in the kingdom. he whispers names to you, names of the councilmen who killed his father, and he tells you he wants them gone. you have trained for years and you don't flinch at the thought. you collect information. you present it to the king. the king executes each member, citing their under-handed activities as the cause of their demise. the people of his country love him. you watch him grow further and further from the man you knew. he still smiles at his wife, at you, but there is something deeply, terribly sad and angry in him now.

a neighboring country has noticed the king's sudden upheaval of the previous order. "we know you are getting stronger," they say throughout several long-winded, diplomatic missives. "we want a treaty." the king is thrilled. he wants to be strong. what is stronger than a kingdom with allies? he agrees. they send a party of ten with the first treaty. there are nine diplomats and one veiled woman. the revisions of the treaty are of no interest to you; your job is to make sure the king stays safe for the duration of the process. so it's a surprise to you when the concluding remarks reveal that the treaty is to be sealed with a marriage. the king is already married, and the kingdom is running short on councilmen at the moment. you realize, a little too late, that they mean to marry someone to you.

you are not the marrying kind. the people of the kingdom say so when you walk the streets. you are too pale from the mines, your speech, no matter how you try to soften it, comes like a bark, and your reputation as peacekeeper frightens people. but the veiled woman says nothing through the finalization of the treaty. you don't say anything either. your king has agreed to it. what choice do you have? (What choice does she have?)

you promise yourself you will give her time and space. you are not an important figure; you are not obligated to produce heirs. this arrangement is for the betterment of your country. it does not have to be miserable for the both of you.

over the next month there are three attempts on the king's life. unlike before, it is not immediately apparent who the perpetrator is. between your investigations, you start to spend more time with your betrothed. unfortunately, she is an incredibly likeable woman. despite your promise, you connect with her. she is the first person who you have connected with since the death of the old king. maybe since your meeting with the current king. she is perhaps the only person you have truly loved since the death of your family. you feel guilty for loving her.

the night of your wedding, you catch her attempting to kill the king. your political bride, a woman you truly love, tries to kill your oldest friend, a friend you cannot lose. inadvertently, you have made her someone you cannot lose either. but you cannot let her kill the king. and she will not be captured. she flees--you do not chase her. it feels like a betrayal. maybe because it is one.

(you do not know that she loves you back. you do not know that as you wrestle with your love for her and your loyalty to your king, she wrestles with her love for you and her duty to her country. you don't know that in the end, you both picked duty over love.)

would that be fucked up or what

[andiatas]

H.M. The King's speech at gala dinner, World Scout Foundation

Your Highness, Dear friends and guests,

It is a joy to be here with all of you – BP Fellows and supporters of scouting. This time in the city of Rio de Janeiro at our first ever BP Fellowship in South America.

Brazil holds a special place in my family’s heart. I am always touched by the kindness of Brazilians, and grateful for the welcome extended to us scouts at this BP Fellowship event.

It is a pleasure to see how scouting continues to grow in Brazil and to celebrate this centennial milestone of the National Scout Organisation together.

In scouting, we believe in empowering young people by giving them the leadership and life skills they need to become caring and active citizens. We want to inspire them to be peacemakers and community leaders who are constantly ready to help others.

Scouting has always been important to me and my family. My father, Prince Gustaf Adolf, was the chairman of both the Swedish Scout Union and the International Scout Committee. I am almost sure he saved the notes from all the scout meetings he attended, and there are many photoes showing the many jamborees he participated in.

My Godfather, the peacekeeper and negotiator Count Folke Bernadotte, who also was a scout, even wrote a book about scouting. He believed that the true spirit of scouting embodies the need to do something good for others every day.

This principle of kindness was something I experienced firsthand when I joined the scouts about 70 years ago. It did not take long before I realised that scouting is so much more than tying knots, lighting a campfire, or navigating a map through the woods. It is about engagement - the desire to be part of something greater, to stand up for one another, and to make a difference in the world.

Dear friends and guests,

At the Impact seminar, I was moved by the scouts from Brazil, Honduras and Mexico. Thank you all for sharing your stories and showing us how scouting transforms lives.

We learned how Brazilian scouts did not hesitate to help others in the face of devastating floods in Rio Grande do Sul. And how scouts here are working hard to welcome young people from all backgrounds into scouting, including those growing up in vulnerable communities.

Tonight, it has been a pleasure to recognise more BP Fellows and Honours Programme Members. Thanks to your support, even more young people will experience the joys, adventures, and challenges that so many of us have known both when we were young, and throughout our lives.

I encourage you to do everything you can to support scouts worldwide. In doing so, the scout movement will continue to serve even more young people and their communities.

As Ahmad Ahlendawi is moving on to new adventures, I want to take this opportunity to thank him for his achievements as Secretary General for the World Organization of the Scout Movement. Under Ahmad’s leadership, national scout organisations have reached a record of 57 million members. Moreover, scouting has expanded to more than 10 new countries. That is worth applauding!

Finally, I would like to thank you all for everything you do for world scouting. Let’s do more together!

Speech held by H.M. King Carl XVI Gustaf in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, on Oct. 27, 2024.

[maximalttigers]

While I am stilling writing up profiles and designing characters for my Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce Go! series 'Hunted Butterfly', I decided to do a quick character lineup of my OCs that I considered to be a part of the main cast. I will have a line up for supporting characters and antagonists. 

I also wrote up some basic info about them as a form of roll call to introduce them to new people. 

From left to right we have; 

Salem- A demon spider-monkey hybrid. Knighted warrior of his home planet and guardian of his godson Reynold Nystrom Jr./Rain, he is Gibson's biological brother. His mysterious knowledge about Dark Ones and his unique combat have helped the Hyperforce team in many ways, they are concerned about his awareness of Dark Ones as he will not elaborate on where he got this knowledge from.

Tech- Commonly going by his nickname, a very skilled mechanic and Chrome's younger brother. He usually works alongside his creator/father in his projects and helping with raising his goddaughter, Sophie Ito. His understanding of new and old technology has helped the Hyperforce team a lot with fighting the war, he and Otto are close mechanic buddies as they work on new projects together while also having a mutual concern for Chrome albeit for slightly distinct reasons.

Chrome- A fully robot monkey mercenary as well as the chosen wielder of the Dark Reaper who fights the Krivark on his home planet. He is Tech's older brother and primary guardian of his goddaughter Sophie Ito; he later becomes Otto's boyfriend. He works to find the answers to many secrets relating to his home but also Eki's past, secretly having a feeling she's more important than what was originally thought to be.

Skyper- The last monkey created by the Alchemist and later became a Formless-Monkey Hybrid due to Skeleton King; he is Antauri's biological younger brother. He's very unique in not just biology but also in his general personality, at times he's mysterious even to himself. These days, he's acting as Eki's self-proclaimed guardian/protector.

Eki- A bionic human girl who was rescued from her 'creator' by the Hyperforce which after some time she becomes a member of the team and Chiro's foster sister. She is learning about life and freedom while adapting to her powers, thankfully for her she has a good support group in her growing development. 

Amy- The botanist of the Hyperforce, using her knowledge to help Gibson craft cures and keep the team safe from dangerous specimens on unknown worlds. She is also Sparx's younger biological sister; She's probably one of the very few who can stop everyone else from killing Sparx but will have her moments where she wants to 'kill' him. While not an occasional fighter, she can hold her own when needed. 

Azure Spear and Ruby Mace- A pair of monkeys who are very much in love to the point where they got married, they live on the same planet as Chrome and work various part-time jobs to keep themselves occupied. Azure is the peacekeeper while Ruby is the warrior, they in a way act as unofficial advisors to the Hyperforce with Ruby more of the fighting type mentor while Azure is the more emotional/mental advisor. They have a good relationship with the Hyperforce team while being old friends of Salem, Chrome and Tech. 

Octavia- A monkey-sea siren/mermaid hybrid and the adopted daughter to the current queen of Atlantia, an underwater kingdom that resides in the Shuggazoom ocean. She acts as the expert of sea life and later becomes Gibson's girlfriend, through her Gibson has learned to relax more and accept the concepts of 'magic' better. She's close to the female members of the team and has a good relationship with the males, Sparx is protective of her's and Gibson relationship. 

Coco- A young female monkey created by an exiled Veron Mystic member and raised as not just his student but also his daughter in a small pocket dimension. Other than the Power Primate, she had light and healing powers. She eventually becomes Antauri's girlfriend (And to Skyper's delight, his sister-in-law). She's honestly struggling to adapt to Shuggazoom but she knows that she'll be ok with the rest of the Hyperforce team with her. 

Kaneki- One and the only surviving prototype of the monkey team who later became a part of the Super Robot as a part of its subconscious and in control of it. When he is discovered and his new body is completed with the updated nano bots, he is fully trusted with controlling the Super Robot when needed and acts as a secondary advisor and guardian to the whole team. It is heavily implied that he and Antauri have developed a form of psychic connection due to the events of 'I, Chiro' while he's lowkey worrisome about Chiro's future. 

That's it for now, hopefully I will have written up the profiles for other characters as well. 

[makesitprecious]

✒️ ɪᴛ's ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ ✒️

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Only a handful of years had passed since Rhaenyra had met her, but Larissa appeared a lifetime older. Not aged in a wrinkled or stooped sense, but rather enlightened with hard earned wisdom. She stood straighter (although her posture had always been excellent) and reported to Ser Tywin as Amias' equal, commanding no lack of respect. It was a sense of worth, Rhaenyra realized as she gazed across the room, that shaped the new fashion in which Larissa carried herself.

Rhaenyra couldn't as easily spot a shift in Amias' countenance. She hadn't known him very well before the young couple departed the Keep to fight in the War for the Stepstones. Before the Trinity formed to wreak havoc, Amias had taken a hiatus from captaining in the Valeryn fleet to pick up a second trade. Without interest in politics or knighthoods like his younger brothers, he decided to improve the weapons he and his fellow navy men fought with. Word soon spread through King's Landing of a blacksmith surpassing his apprenticeship faster than any other. Who better to fashion swords than someone who known them his whole life ?

Meanwhile, Larissa was evolving through travel and the experiences court life in the Red Keep imparted. The grieving teenager whom Rhaenyra met in the library years ago was an adult now, molded through battles, adventures and love. The queen-to-be was envious of such evolution; her travels were only for peacekeeping and meeting suitors.

Technically, Larissa and Amias fulfilled their duties as children of noble houses -- marrying in equal rank, creating a new pact between their overruling houses BARATHEON & TULLY.

Curious, Rhaenyra thought, canting her head slightly as she studied the couple. They stood side by side, but their shoulders pressed together. Come to think of it, they were always touching in some way. Fingers entwined while they walked or scuffed boot tips touching as they stood in the courtyard surveying the latest installment of architecture. Were they even aware ? Or was it as thoughtless as breathing to the dearly devoted ?

Rhaenyra pursed her lips to the side and hoped she come to love someone that deeply someday. Sharing her bed for a night or stolen kisses weren't the same as honest love. Only one person held her hand as often as Larissa and Amias. Just one name came to mind as she stacked up the memories of arms linked or knees touching as they shared a blanket spread over grass while reading. But that wasn't love . . . if it was it wouldn't hurt this much. Rhaenyra stood and shook her head to clear Alicent's face from her thoughts as Larissa finally turned to her with a smile and began walking over.

a big shout out and thank you to some outstanding creators for inspiring me to follow my OC heart!! ♡ @samwilsonns, @kingsroad, @zoyazenik, @prosemoireia, @fleetwoodmcs, @stachedocs, @toilandtroubled, @richitozier, @fragilestorm, @elmunson

[dark-matters-blog]

Introducing "DragonRealm Chronicles" – an Undertale AU where dragons and their culture are deeply intertwined within the monster lore.

In DragonRealm Chronicles, the world of monsters is ruled by majestic, powerful dragons. The royal family consists of dragon rulers, and dragons hold significant positions in the political and military hierarchy. The Great Dragon Council, comprised of the wisest and oldest dragons, governs the land and ensures peace and prosperity among monsters.

Within the DragonRealm, there are various dragon species, each with unique abilities and cultural traits. The dragons live harmoniously with other monsters, and their society is based on respect, loyalty, and wisdom. Each dragon species is responsible for a particular aspect of monster life, such as weather, nature, or magic.

As in Undertale, a human child falls into the monster world. In DragonRealm Chronicles, however, the child stumbles upon a dragon egg instead of encountering Flowey. This egg hatches, revealing a young dragon with the potential to grow into one of the most powerful creatures in the realm. The child forms a bond with the baby dragon and decides to name it Dracorus.

The child and Dracorus embark on a journey together through the monster realm, encountering various characters from the original Undertale, who now have unique dragon-related traits and roles. For example, Toriel, the motherly figure, is now the caretaker of a dragon nursery, nurturing young dragons in the absence of their parents. Papyrus and Sans are Dragon-Forge Guardians, responsible for crafting enchanted armors and weapons for dragon warriors.

Throughout their journey, the child and Dracorus must navigate through the complexities of dragon culture and politics, making decisions that could impact the balance between monsters and humans. Players can choose to follow a Pacifist, Neutral, or Genocide route, which will significantly affect the story's outcome.

As the child and Dracorus work together to discover the truth about the monster realm and their place in it, they learn the importance of friendship, trust, and understanding in a world where dragon power reigns supreme. DragonRealm Chronicles offers players an immersive experience, blending the beloved elements of Undertale with an exciting new twist on dragon culture and mythology.

Q: Do The Dreemurrs still hold power as the ruling family?

A: In the DragonRealm Chronicles, the Dreemurrs still hold significant roles but are no longer the ruling family, as dragons have taken over that position. Instead, the Dreemurrs act as the esteemed ambassadors and advisors to the dragon rulers, maintaining strong relationships between various monster species and the dragons.

Asgore Dreemurr, once the king in the original Undertale, serves as the High Ambassador of the monster realm in DragonRealm Chronicles. He is responsible for maintaining harmony among the different monster species and addressing their concerns to the Great Dragon Council. Asgore is also the commander of the elite monster forces, supporting the dragon warriors in their defense of the realm.

Toriel Dreemurr, previously the queen, takes on the role of the Sage of Harmony in DragonRealm Chronicles. As the Sage, she is responsible for preserving the knowledge and wisdom of monster culture and dragon lore. Toriel also runs a dragon nursery, providing care and education for young dragons while their parents attend to their duties.

Asriel Dreemurr, the prince in the original Undertale, becomes the Dragonkin Emissary in this AU. He is chosen by the dragons as a liaison between the dragon and non-dragon monster communities due to his empathetic nature and strong sense of justice. Asriel has developed a unique bond with dragons, enabling him to communicate and connect with them on a deeper level.

Chara, the adopted human princess, is known as the Human-Dragon Peacekeeper in DragonRealm Chronicles. As the only human living among monsters, she serves as a living symbol of hope for a future where humans and monsters can coexist peacefully. Chara works closely with Asgore and Asriel to promote understanding and cooperation between humans and monsters, including dragons.

Though the Dreemurrs no longer rule in the DragonRealm Chronicles, their influence and importance within monster society remain strong. They serve as essential links between the dragons and other monsters, using their wisdom, kindness, and diplomatic skills to create a harmonious world for all inhabitants.

Q: What is the Status of the Dreemurrs?

A: The Dreemurrs are still considered nobility and hold esteemed positions within the monster society. They are highly respected by both monsters and dragons for their wisdom, experience, and diplomacy.

While they no longer rule the monster realm, the Dreemurrs' influence is vital in maintaining harmony and understanding between various monster species and the dragon rulers. Their roles in the hierarchy are indeed second only to the ruling class of dragons, and their contributions to the well-being and progress of the realm are invaluable.

The Dreemurrs work closely with the Great Dragon Council and the dragon rulers to ensure the welfare of all monsters and to promote cooperation and peaceful coexistence. Their unique positions in the hierarchy enable them to bridge any gaps between dragons and other monsters, ensuring that the realm remains a harmonious and prosperous place for all its inhabitants.

Q: Is This An AU, AT, AD, or AR?

A: The DragonRealm Chronicles would be considered an Alternative Universe (AU). In an AU, the characters, settings, or storyline diverge from the original work in significant ways, creating a new and distinct world or scenario. In this case, the introduction of dragons and dragon culture as an integral part of the monster society, along with the altered roles and relationships of the characters, sets DragonRealm Chronicles apart from the original Undertale.

Alternative Timelines (AT) typically involve changes in the sequence of events or the consequences of specific actions, while the overall universe remains the same. Alternative Dimensions (AD) involve different planes of existence or parallel worlds that are connected to the original universe. Alternative Realities (AR) are similar to AUs but may include more subtle changes in the characters or the world, resulting in a different version of the same universe.

DragonRealm Chronicles, with its prominent changes to the monster world and its characters, fits best into the category of an Alternative Universe.

Q: What are some of the more important figures within the council?

A: Here are the names and brief descriptions of some prominent dragons in the ruling class and the Great Dragon Council:

Sovereign Pyrathrax: The Dragon King of the realm, Pyrathrax is a wise and noble ancient Fire Dragon. Known for his level-headedness and strong sense of justice, he rules the land with fairness and compassion.

Queen Aurorawing: The Dragon Queen, Aurorawing is a graceful and elegant Ice Dragon. She oversees the cultural and educational aspects of dragon society and is highly respected for her knowledge and wisdom.

Councilor Stormclaw: A powerful Storm Dragon and a member of the Great Dragon Council, Stormclaw is responsible for maintaining the balance of weather and natural forces within the monster realm.

Councilor Terragrasp: A wise and aged Earth Dragon, Terragrasp serves on the Great Dragon Council and oversees matters related to nature, agriculture, and the growth of the realm's resources.

Councilor Celestius: An enigmatic Star Dragon, Celestius is a member of the Great Dragon Council, specializing in matters related to magic, prophecy, and the cosmic forces that influence the monster realm.

Councilor Lumina: A radiant Light Dragon, Lumina serves on the Great Dragon Council and is responsible for healing, protection, and guiding the spiritual growth of the dragons and other monsters.

Councilor Nocturnus: A mysterious and elusive Shadow Dragon, Nocturnus is a member of the Great Dragon Council and focuses on matters of stealth, security, and safeguarding the realm from hidden threats.

These are just a few of the many dragons that make up the ruling class and the Great Dragon Council in the DragonRealm Chronicles. They each hold significant power and influence, contributing to the governance and well-being of the monster realm.

Q: Does the King and Queen have any Pups?

A: Sovereign Pyrathrax and Queen Aurorawing have two dragon pups, who are the heirs to the throne:

Prince Fyrendor: The elder dragon pup and the Crown Prince of the realm, Fyrendor is a skilled and ambitious Fire-Ice hybrid dragon. He possesses both his father's fiery determination and his mother's cool intelligence. Being groomed to succeed his father, Fyrendor is learning the intricacies of governing the realm and the art of diplomacy.

Princess Glaciaflame: The younger dragon pup and sister to Fyrendor, Glaciaflame is a spirited and adventurous Fire-Ice hybrid dragon. She is passionate about exploring the world and understanding the various cultures and species that inhabit it. Her curiosity and empathy make her a beloved figure among the monster community, as she often advocates for the well-being of all creatures.

Both Fyrendor and Glaciaflame are well-prepared to inherit the responsibilities of their parents and continue the legacy of the dragon rulers. They are being educated and trained in various disciplines, including combat, diplomacy, and magic, to ensure the realm remains prosperous and harmonious under their rule.

Q: How does Determination Work in This Universe?

A: In the DragonRealm Chronicles AU, the concept of determination still plays a significant role, but with some unique twists. The power of determination is no longer solely reserved for humans; instead, it is also present in certain dragons and monsters, albeit in varying degrees.

The human child and Dracorus, the young dragon they bond with, both possess a unique form of determination. When combined, their determination allows them to save, load, and reset timelines, as well as return from death. This powerful connection between the child and Dracorus forms the basis of their journey together and affects the outcome of the story.

The Great Dragon Council and other wise dragons are aware of the power of determination, and they strive to harness and balance it for the greater good of the monster realm. While they cannot manipulate timelines as the child and Dracorus can, they can use their knowledge and understanding of determination to guide and influence the course of events.

By sharing the power of determination between humans, dragons, and monsters, DragonRealm Chronicles introduces a new layer of complexity and interdependence to the story. It challenges players to carefully consider the consequences of their actions and choices, as they can affect not only their own fate but also the lives and destinies of those around them.

Story Introduction:

Once upon a time, in a realm far beyond the reach of ordinary mortals, there existed a land where magic and mystery filled the air. This enchanting world was known as the DragonRealm, a place where majestic dragons and diverse monsters lived together in harmony.

Long ago, the DragonRealm was ruled by the noble Dreemurr family, who led their subjects with wisdom and kindness. But as time went on, the dragons grew in power and influence, and they soon rose to prominence as the realm's protectors and leaders. The Dreemurrs, with their innate grace and diplomacy, accepted the changing tides and took on new roles as esteemed advisors and ambassadors to the dragon rulers.

In the heart of this magical world stood the Great Dragon Council, comprised of the most powerful and wise dragons from every corner of the realm. They governed the land with fairness and compassion, ensuring peace and prosperity for all who dwelled within. Monsters of all shapes and sizes lived in unity under the guidance of these mighty beings, and the realm flourished.

One fateful day, a human child accidentally stumbled into the DragonRealm, their arrival foretold by ancient prophecies. As the child ventured forth into this mystical land, they discovered a dragon egg, shimmering with the promise of new life. From within the egg emerged a young dragon named Dracorus, who was destined to become one of the most powerful beings in the realm.

Bound together by fate, the human child and Dracorus embarked on a remarkable journey through the DragonRealm, uncovering its secrets and navigating the intricate web of dragon culture and politics. Along the way, they encountered familiar faces from the land of Undertale, each now woven into the rich tapestry of dragon lore.

As the child and Dracorus forged friendships, faced challenges, and discovered the power of their combined determination, they learned that their choices could shape the future of the DragonRealm and the delicate balance between monsters and humans.

And so, dear reader, the tale of the DragonRealm Chronicles unfolds, a story of adventure, friendship, and destiny, where the choices you make can change the course of history in a world where dragons rule supreme.

[colemacgrathtkz]

Trouble at the market

Breaking out of Hooty's owl pellet was bad enough. She had to pick leaves out of her hair. Not to mention, bits and bones of whatever the tube demon last ate. Now came the crowds of fans of "Luz, the human ''.

Witches of the (unofficial) "bad girls coven" raced upon seeing one of their idols. Witches, young and old, swarmed around her. While others were snatching Penstagram selfies, uneasy fans wanted to know what caused the Isles to tremble just a short while ago. This might be a taste of fame. But it was still the pressure of everyone counting on a high schooler. Not exactly something Luz counted on when she helped save her friends. The witch apprentice turned hero, Luzura. Her identity as "the dummy in the principal's office" was crushing. But this was a new kind of pressure.

She tried to calm down the flock of worried admirers. But they kept asking about the "rainbow geyser" that rained down on the titan. From its head to its toes, liquid metal-like substances crashed down onto the ground.

Unable to answer all their questions, Luz nervously agreed to let everyone know when she learns more. One thing she learned to always keep on her, a bottle of fog brew. After her first day of Hexside, she wanted to ace her first potion. Now, the results spoke for themselves. Using the smokescreen and an invisibility glyph, she snuck away.

Young witch: "So cool. Like that other human hero. What was it? Man-bat?"

Luz(under her breath): "It's actually Bat..."

The slight exhale caused her glyph to wear off. Before she could use another one, she spotted a Glandus student sprinting in her direction.

Luz: "No,no,no, wait, I don't..."

They sped past her, completely ignoring the confused human. And then another, and another, and another. Panic could be heard getting closer, as the sounds of battle grew bigger as well. The ground shook as she saw witches retreating. The former emperor's coven guards fell under the banner of the "C.A.T.S". Those accepted were under the leadership of the original rebels against Belos. Raine Whispers, Daruis, Eberwolf, Lilith and Eda Clawthrone. Only those personally approved by one of them were made into peacekeepers.

C.A.T. guards fired spell after spell as they fell back. Dust and debris approached ominously toward Noceda's direction. She wasted no time running towards them, in hopes of being able to help.

From the dust cloud, two C.A.T. guards were launched through the air. Noceda used a glyph to catch them in greenery and created an ice wall with another. She readied herself and thundering footsteps approached. The sound of metal bending greeted her before the sight of a 30 foot blue humanoid newt emerged. In one arm, he held what looked like a sci-fi energy sword. A large abomination attempted to focus its attacks on his head. The witches responsible for the goo champion became over confident. One of them spotted Luz and became careless.

C.A.T. guard: "It's the human!"

At that moment, the large newt swung its tail. A chunk of rubble was sent crashing into the origin of that call. Their partner ran to their aid. With eyes irritated from the blows, he could just make out a familiar sight. A fuzzy silhouette of hair with leaves and sticks. The huge armored creature closed in on his human target.

King Andrias: "A human, huh?"

Luz: "Um, hi. You're a big boy, aren't ya?"

King Andrias: "What have you done with the box?"

Luz: "The box? I don't know what you're talking about. What box?"

King Andrias: "The power of Amphibia's greatest treasure. My battle on Earth just moments ago. Now, I'm here amongst these creatures. Of course, you sent me here. Always a little thief misusing its power."

Luz: "Listen, um, sir? I don't know anything about a box, but if you just..."

Wait, he knows about earth. He said, he was just there? What's going on in the human world? Did what happen back at the pool site reach there, too?

King Andrias: "You want to play games? Catch!"

Using his sword to bring down a wall, he swung his tail like a bat. Debris went flying towards Noceda's direction. She quickly slammed an ice glyph on the ground. But the frozen wall it created only held against the stone projectiles. Her attacker charged at her almost immediately. Swinging his sword through, he completely closed the distance between them. Despite towering over her, she could see the reds of his eyes. Even with his vision impaired, he was still a threat.

King Andrias: "You've got ice powers now?"

He caught her in his massive hand in an attempt to crush her. But she activated a fire glyph she planted on him, just under his fist. Right when he loosened his grip, she escaped and used a plant glyph to swing from his arm, up to his face. He spotted her aim and headbutted her before she could use another attack. She came down on the ground, hard.

He quickly tried to stomp on her. But she rolled out of the way.

King Andrais: "You think sending me away was going to save Earth?"

He swung his sword without giving her any reprieve. One of the blows cracked the street, causing Luz to lose her footing.

King Andrais: "I'm going to enjoy crushing everyone you care about when I'm done here."

At that moment, several spikes of ice went right for her opponent,

Luz(angrily): "What did you just say?!"

She coated a rod, lying on the ground, in ice. It almost looked like a shimmering sword.

King Andrias: "Touche."

She used a combo of fire and ice to create a fog. Using the cracks in the street, she used a plant glyph to attack from below. He evaded, but took his already poor eyesight off her. She used the distraction to slip away, using an invisibility glyph. Sneaking up on him, she surprised him with a large flash of light. With what felt like looking directly at the sun, he covered his eyes. His reaction from the pain made the opening Luz wanted. Using an ice platform, she launched herself up to his collar. With her makeshift weapon, she lodged it into his armor. Using vines, she knocked the sword out of his hand. She had to use one arm to hold on. But she appeared to immobilize one of his arms with a plant glyph. They managed to drag his arm closer to the ground. Unfortunately, she forgot about his tail. He knocked her off his back and snatched her out of the air with his spare arm.

King Andrias: "So many new powers. You’ve outdone yourself, chosen hero. I underestimated you. But now you die.”

Just as he raised his fist to smash her into the ground, sunlight allowed him to get a better look at his captive.

Bringing her closer to his face, he studied her features.

King Andrias: “You’re not Anne Boonchuy.”

Not wasting this opportunity, she remotely activated one of her last two glyphs. Using a vine to reach the rod under his collar, she set off a series of ice glyphs coated around vegetation that shackled his arm.

King Andrais: “What’s happening?”

He flung her in the direction of the floor. Fortunately, her last glyph allowing her to stop in mid air and land safely on the street.

The barrage of glyphs managed to reach underneath his armor. Finally, immobilizing him completely and ending the battle.

Author's note:

I was worried about how much I could fit here.

[elrallin]

Drafting: Fallen to Ashes

A disabled young woman is trying to get a position working with a peacekeeping group in a post-apocalyptic city, but things keep going wrong.

Outlining: Voices Belonging to Monsters

A post-apoc Beowulf retelling following two young leaders as they grow into themselves and work to preserve their former king's legacy.

Hey writeblr! Here's a challenge: can you summarize what you're writing in one sentence?

[shouldaspunastory]

The Muses: Sonja Hawke

A peacekeeper from a young age, Sonja always excelled at breaking up fights and brokering compromises between her squabbling twin siblings, and the trouble her own elder twin, Garrett often stirs up with his smart tongue. Though she never aspired to any position of power or influence, Sonja never shys or turns away those that seek her counsel or aid. Despite her secret desires for a simpler, even a more traditional sort of life, she can't imagine life without the friends she's made along the way.

[World State Two]

Game decisions/deviations

Prologue: Both of the younger twins survive fleeing Lothering, Joined the smugglers

ACT I: Killed Ginnis, Returned & supported Seamus, Never looked for Ninette, Helped Hubert (Part owner of Bone Pit, raise for workers), Helped Feynriel find Dalish, Didn't Blackmail Thrask, Defended Ketojan from Qunari, Kills Karras after speaking to Alain in Gallows

ACT II: Spared Gascard (Prime Suspect), Allows Gascard to perform blood ritual (All that Remains), Varric kills Gascard (All That Remains), didn't side with Varnell, Didn't side with Mother Petrice, Lets Sabin go, Helped Lieutenant Harley & the gaurd fight the Raiders, Feynriel freed, Helped Orsino & mages during Qunari uprising

Legacy (Post-ACT II): Sided with Larius, found Malcom's will

Mark of the Assasin (Post-ACT II): Spares Baron Arlange, Found and tossed caprices for mother, collected arcane feathers for Anders, goes with Tallis (reluctantly), fights off Tal-Vashoth

ACT III: Agreed to help Nuncio, Did not hand over Zevran, Saved Nathaniel, Reunited Uncle Gamlen and Charade, Handed conspiritors to Orsino, Let Keran go (reluctantly), killed Bone Pit Dragon, sided with the mages, spared Anders had him help defend the mages.

Relationships

Siblings: (Garret: Best friends, Carver: neutral, Bethany: best friends)Carver joins Gray Wardens after becoming tainted, Bethany taken to the Circle, Bethany survives final battle

Varric: (friends) Bartrand killed, helped with haunted house, destroyed Red Lyrium fragment

Aveline: (friends) Helped her woo Donnic

Fenris: (neutral) Helped him and Garrett find and kill slavers, Hadriana, & Danarius

Anders: (friends, romanced) Helped with any missions pro-mage or subtly subverting Templars, mildly disapproved of Anders actions, spared him and had him help defend the mages, ran away together as fugitives

Merill: (best friends) Helped her repair the Eluvian, Clan was killed, encouraged her to look after elves in the Alienage

Isabela: (mild rivalry)

Sebastian:(rivalry) Helped investigate Harrowmonts

Basic Information

Full name: Sonja Irene Hawke Pronouns: She/Her Nicknames: Mom (Garrett, Carver) Aliases: Will sometimes travel under the name Irine/Irina Amell to avoid drawing attention to herself Title: Champion of Kirkwall Date of Birth: 8th of Guardian, 26 years old at start of game Orientation: Pansexual Libido: High Religion: Andrastian Threat level: 5/10, an excellent shot with her bow, decent at throwing knives, but ultimately lacking in defense to weather much melee combat. This doesn't stop her from throwing herself in the way to take a blow for her siblings and loved ones, however.

Physical Information

Face claim: Aiyisha Hart Height: 5 ft, 9 in Eye color: blue-green Hair color + style: black, long hair down to shoulders, often with her bangs piulled back into a ponytail or braid Dominant hand: left Distinguishing features: facial tatto, red stripe across nose Accent + intensity: Ferelden, moderate Tattoos: tattoo of a phoenix across right cheek and brow Scar(s): a few, nothing too obvious or noteworthy. She knows a good healer who takes care of most of her injuries before they can scar Piercing(s): single piercing in each earlobe Glasses: No

Background Information

Hometown: Lothering Current residence: Kirkwall (DA2), On the run with Anders (Post-game) Language(s): King's tongue Social class: lower-middle (Act I), Upper (Act II) Education: Homeschooled, mostly by Leandra Parents: Leandra & Malcom Hawke (deceased) Siblings: Garrett Hawke (twin), Carver Hawke (with the Wardens), Bethany Hawke (in the Circle) Children: Pets: Adopted?: No

Personality Information

Jung type: ISFP, "The Composer" Archetype: The Realist Enneatype: Peacemaker Moral alignment: Neutral good Temperment: Diplomatic Angered by: Recklessness, indifference Intelligence type: Musical Neurodivergence(s): Depression, anxiety

Vices & Habits

Smokes? No Drinks? Occassionally Drugs? No Violent? Rarely Addicition(s)? Self-Destructive? Not especially Hobbies: playing violin, poetry, target practice, knitting Likes: cats, archery, music, fall, gift-giving Dislikes: When her siblings fight, how hard Leandra is on her twin Garrett Tic(s): will often sing or hum when nervous or scared

Miscellaneous Information

Zodiac: Fervinial Vice: Melancholic Virtue: Thoughtfulness Element: Earth Mythological creature: Pheonix Animal: cats Mutation: N/A

[amid-ice-and-snow]

Halrë Vatari

Halrë only ever knew Gondolin as he was too young to remember much about his actual home, despite having been born in Aman. His family came from a line of Blacksmiths/Weapon-crafters but they were secretive and often known as mysterious, for they tended to work alone. After losing all of his family through the years, he became more isolated out of his work, only really interacting with Turgon and Glorfindel.

A wanderer by nature, he returned from his travels at the request of his King to help primarily with the weapons for the Last Alliance. Not many actually knew what his true name was, for he went only by Ihain. Although he preferred working in the forges, Halrë was a dual sword user and his height meant that he often saw attackers long before they actually saw him.

“Sometimes being yourself is more difficult than expected, especially with no memories.”

After Sauron’s defeat, no one saw him again and it was often thought that he had died in battle like so many others. That was proven wrong in T.A. 830 when he was found near the Grey Havens with amnesia and nothing but the tools of a blacksmith on him. It was also documented by the healers that when asked what he remembered, Halrë could only shrug and say that all he recalled was fighting, gate of hell (Black Gate), an alliance of Men and Elves, before pain and just nothing afterwards.

Although Cirdan recognised him, his name was lost to time and his own lack of memories. He couldn’t exactly go around being called Ihain though, so in recognition of many thinking that he was just a ghost at first, the Grey Haven elves called him Ferne.

Basic

TRUE NAME Halrë Vatari

MEANING/S Halla = Tall | Rë = Wanderer | Varne = wild | Tary* = crafter

NICKNAMES lhain = Free in old Noldorin | Half feral blacksmith

ALIAS Ferne Olorel - due to amnesia

AGE Not known precisely but younger then Glorfindel

DATE OF BIRTH Evening before the Trees were destroyed

PLACE OF BIRTH Aman

RACE Elf | Noldor

GENDER & PRONOUNS Male | He/him

ORIENTATION Demi

THREAT LEVEL Isn’t one to annoy.

Physical

HEIGHT 7ft5

WEIGHT It tends to fluctuate depending on how long he’s been in his workshop and has forgotten to eat.

EYE COLOUR Slate grey at first | But over time, his eyes started to reflect and eventually became the colour of silver.

HAIR COLOUR Midnight black with random streaks of white | Straight & falls to his waist when loose. Generally tied back so he can see what he’s doing in the forge.

DOMINANT HAND Right

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES His height is what people notice first. Then his eyes.

SCAR(S) Various little scars & burn marks due to being a blacksmith. Scar running across his chest from right shoulder to left hip. Multitude of different sized scars across his back, gained during the years he was thought to be dead.

Background & Misc

HOMETOWN Gondolin | The only true home he would ever have

CURRENT RESIDENCE The road

LANGUAGE(S) Westron, Sindarin & sign language

PAST RELATIONSHIP Kirya Ilmalire | mother to the twins & his partner from T.A 1000 until her death in T.A 2971

CHILD(REN) Taenil Ilmalire & Teldran Ilmakalle (Twins)

ANIMAL COMPANION White mountain wolf | He saved it as a cub & it followed him ever since.

CRAFT: Blacksmith | Family heritage

HOBBIES Travelling, teaching, sketching, Whittling wooden figures and flutes

ELEMENT Earth

MAIN WEAPONS Two nearly 7ft swords

SECONDARY WEAPONS Knives and daggers

Personality

MORAL ALIGNMENT Neutral | more Dark then Light but rarely shows it

TEMPERAMENT Patient, calm, natural peacekeeper although rather isolated | Taenil has his temperament

ANGER Much like a hurricane | Slow to build but you’d better hide once he hits his limit

LIKES Wandering, seeing his sons, camping under the stars, visiting the Longbeard Dwarves & helping with children

DISLIKES People being silly near the forges, his lack of memories, being disturbed whilst he’s working on a project & slave traders.

QUIRKS Hides unusually well in the shadows for someone of his height

DRINKS Rarely | Isn’t that fond of alcohol.

SELF DESTRUCTIVE? No. Unless you count forgetting to eat and sleep while working on projects | Would prefer to put himself in danger than others