#a little house of the dragon thrown in lol

[shedontlovehuhself]

Why is twitter doing this on this Tuesday afternoon?

[nexus-nebulae]

installed a hawk screen over the rats' forest clearing in headspace so we don't get another hawk attack 👍

[brittle-doughie]

Hello! 7th time i've sent this ask sorry if I seem impatient. Just wanna speak out my idea here lol.

Just imagine, y/n cookie has the ability to control the winds and joins in gingerbrave's and his friends journey/journies. After a while, throughout their adventures y/n somehow gets seperated from the group and sees a tornado, it's not like the average tornado the cookies know, but a tornado at the same size of an average tornado size, like from irl.

When they saw it they where amazed and in awe, and from there on they would study these tornadoes and their different types in secret, knowing that the other cookies wouldn't allow them to do so as they would dangerously get close to it leading to many close calls.

So in the fight between the dragons ensue and the cookies fighting of the eye thingies(idk what their called i'm so sorry) y/n gets an idea and immediately uses their abilities to swiftly get to the dragons whilst the cookie protests are left unheard. Once they reach their they talk to pitaya and ananas saying they have a destructive plan, before pitaya says that they want to join in y/n immediately tells them to bring the cookies with them then go as far as they can and don't come back until the plan's done.

After a few seconds of persuasion the dragons go back to the cookies and tell them to get on their backs, lychee secretly follows them out of curiousity. Y/n watches them as they dodge longan's attacks to their best of their abilities(idk how but plot). Once they deemed they are at a safe distance they enact on their plan.

They swiftly recreate an irl size F6 tornado in the area as quickly as possible. Everyone, including lotus,snake fruit, and the other cookies back at the lotus palace looked towards the location of the longan palace and saw that the entire area is engulfed by the tornado that y/n cookie made. They and especially lychee and the rest of the cookies were glad that they left but are now incredibly worried for y/n's safety.

Longan struggles inside the tornado as the wind speeds exceed 300 miles per hour at maximum. this alone would be strong enough to lift up houses from their foundations and they're having difficulty in balancing themselves as they're being thrown around and hit by multiple debris from their now broken palace and from the ocean floor in the tornado.

despite the destructive nature of the tornado, y/n cookie floats calmly in the center of the tornado in a sitting position with their eyes closed. The center of the tornado is called death zone due to low temperatures and oxygen levels which makes it hard to breathe, it's a miracle that they are even alive at all.

And with that, could we get the characters mentioned in the ask and wind related cookies(not limited to ovenbreak cuz y'know, wind deity cookie) reaction to this cenario? Oh and sorry for how long this ask is.

Gingerbrave was completely flabbergasted at how large and deadly of a tornado you could create, one that could even make Longan struggle a bit. Were you always capable of this?

Were you holding out on Pitaya this whole time?! They would’ve fought you so much if they knew you were able to do powerful twisters like this! Don’t think you’re in the clear once the Longan deal is over!

There it is, Snakefruit thought to themself. You had finally decided that the dragons won’t leave it alone and went all out on your power. They had a suspicion that there was more to you than meets the eye. They expected it, but are still impressed by just how immense your tornadoes can be.

While unexpected for a cookie, Lotus might be a little iffy when it comes to you drawing attention to yourself like that. The plan they had in place kind of leaned towards the opposite, until you intervened. It does do the job of weakening Longan for the others, Lotus still wished the plan went as directed so you wouldn’t make yourself a spectacle.

Longan themself, while frustrated during the whole thing, had a sense of relief and maybe a little bit of excitement. This was the first in a long time that a mere cookie had given them a problem. It really makes you a spectacle in their eyes, much to Lotus’s fears of Longan having this exact reaction. You may be strong, but can you keep up that strength for a whole fight?

Ananas being the most sentimental towards cookies, would have more worry compared to Lotus. They know what Longan might do if they ever got their hands on you, so you putting on that giant tornado pretty much painted a target on your back. It was annoying, annoying and worrying that Ananas now had to make sure you didn’t fall into Longan’s grasp.

Lychee knew it! They knew you weren’t the weak and pathetic cookie that the others cookies in your group were! You HAD to be different somehow and they got their wish with that little tornado you cooked up there! Which means they don’t have to hold back either!

[jq37]

The Report Card – Fantasy High Junior Year Ep 18

Oisin’s Family Reunion 

Welcome back to Fantasy High where it’s election night and there’s a storm a-brewin. Last we left off, pretty much every student at Aguefort (plus Ragh, Jawbone, and a hidden Eugenia Shadow) was at Seacaster Manor which Riz realized was tactically unwise right as Seacaster Manor was suddenly ripped from its foundations into the sky. 

Luckily, Seacaster Manor is still a working pirate ship with a ton of functioning canons, plus a ton of shields and other protective mojo put up by Aelwyn. Unfortunately, there’s a lot to worry about here:

Kristen is a shoe-in to win the election BUT that’s only if they can get everyone to vote and get the votes to school in time. This is complicated by the fact that–

Everyone will freak out if they realize what’s happening and if they freak out, they won’t vote. 

There’s a lot to be freaked out about, the first of which is that those ping pong balls Oisin left were a sort of homing beacon that’s drawing the attention of the NIghtmare King. When Kristen looks outside, she can see the storm has taken on the visage of the Nightmare King and it’s like they’re in his hand, being wound up to be thrown for a fastball. Total party foul. 

Seacaster Manor is a boat, but not an airship and it doesn’t have flight capabilities because Oisin got Adaine’s Mephits to break the Cloud Rider Engine during that first house party months ago. This is a problem both because they need to Not Crash but also ideally they need to be able to steer to get the ballots to the school.

Complicating things even further, they have another nasty present from Oisin to contend with–a whole horde of dragons, including big grandma blue herself!

So, yeah! Tons to contend with in this episode. Some good news though: In the center of town, they can see a shock of red lightning go up into the sky and then fizzle. The Rat Grinders are performing their little Porter promotion ceremony but it’s not working because they don’t have Ankarna’s name. Equally good news, Fig’s steed now had a name courtesy of Murph: Gerard Neigh!

The Bad Kids leap into action, both doing damage control on the party and controlling heaps of damage directed at the dragons gunning for them. Fig (who is actually in Wanda form right now so idk how this is working exactly lol) convinces everyone that this is just a sick music video that’s being filmed at the party while Gorgug and Sprek (aviation Goblin) get the Cloud Rider Engine running. Adaine is predictably SO excited to get to help with the canons (along with helping Fig) and Fabian gets people to vote. He also gets his surprise tattoo from Eugenia. Riz is using his insane action economy (boosted by Haste) to run those cannons like he’s in the navy. And Kristen (with help from K2) is keeping everyone up as they are buffeted by winds, physical attacks, and dragon breath weapons. 

Though this is a wild episode, not much happens plot wise so here are some standout moments:

Gorgug is still living in crit city and putting anyone who doubted his multiclass to shame.

Fig has Adaine strap GoPros on vultures to film this fake music video which she will probably turn into a real music video at some point. Maximum Legend Behavior. 

Adaine, in one of her coolest moments ever, blasts a dragon with a cannon then runs to the deck and one shots a blue dragon by punching its lights out. Defeating enemies by hitting them with her fists and shooting them with guns. The Adaine school of wizardry. 

At one point Kipperlilly, Jace, and Oisin Invisibly jump onto the deck from grandma’s back (which Adaine and Gorgug can see because of various magical effects, though they pretend like they can’t). Gorgug has to make two Wis Saves and he rolls 22 on both. Seemingly nothing happens and they use a Rune of Recall to teleport away. The Bad Kids figure that they were trying to mind read Gorgug to get Ankarna’s actual name. 22 is pretty high but we don’t know if it actually worked or not. 

Riz gets to add yet ANOTHER ancient dragon to his kill list as he cannonballs Oisin’s grandma out of the sky. Yikes my man. You’re probably out of the will now. 

At a certain point of the fight, Baxter the griffon shows up to meet then WITHOUT Sandra Lynn riding him which is *concerning* but we don’t get more info than that in this ep. Best case scenario, Sandra Lynn just sent him solo to help because she was busy with things on the ground but still wanted to send air support. Worst case scenario–we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. 

The last big thing that happens in this ep is the moment that broke Brennan and, I’m gonna be honest, as silly as it is it feels like business as usual from Ally to me (though I do understand why it would break a man--several years into the careful crafting of his world--who has been filming for 9 straight hours in a warehouse in Los Angeles). Kristen tries to make a Divine Intervention roll and fails. Then K2 tries to make a Divine Intervention roll–which she does by looking into the clouds and saying, “Blimey” in Ally’s atrocious British accent and THAT one succeeds. This is compounded by the fact that Brennan said that if this works, K2 will be vaporized and Ally randomly adding in that K2 is pregnant with Fabian’s child (which Lou both vehemently vetoes and also plays along with to mess with Brennan)

Brennan fully leaves the dome (Zac takes over for a few minutes) and then storms back in and declares that as weird Wizard clones, simulacrum are just made of stem cells and always test positive for pregnancy because of that. Then, he tells everyone to just wipe the past ten minutes from their mind so he can have some semblance of order for the end of the episode. 

The successful Divine Intervention brings Cass back to herself for a moment and Seacaster Manor flies into the maw of cloud Cass. They appear back in Elmville but everything is now an eerie red and lightning strikes fill the sky. Looks like another end of the year apocalypse!  If Riz doesn’t get into college after this the school board is gonna have to fight *me*.

Detention 

Eugenia Shadow for Giving Fabian a Secret Tattoo of a Ghost With Hairy Legs Showing Hole

Obviously I wanna give it to Oisin for siccing his grandma on his entire school and taunting my girl Adaine but she didn’t give him the time of day so neither will I. Instead, I’m giving it to Eugenia for the insane moving tattoo that Fabian will have to corral back into his otherwise lovely clock tattoo every day. Bonkers behavior. 

Honor Roll

Gorgug for Flying a House Full of Students With No Training and No Casualties 

And he wasn’t sure he could do it. Way to step up Gorgug!!!

Rat Grinder Notes

We still don’t have specifics on what actually happened to Lucy and how the Rat Grinders got involved with this mess in the first place. We have some guesses but nothing concrete and some options definitely make them more sympathetic than others. 

Tossing a house with ALL YOUR CLASSMATES INSIDE OF IT is such an unhinged move. I don’t know how nuanced Brennan meant for the Rat Grinders to be but man it’s hard to want anything for them besides a swift ass kicking followed by jail when they’re pulling shit like this AND we’re not getting anything mitigating to make us feel bad for them (ie: Aelwyn’s shitty home life or Ragh being manipulated by Dayne). Fascinated to know if they’re in a state where they can be “snapped out” of it or if they’re basically lucid but with heightened emotions (in the same vein of, “The shitty things you do and say when drunk are still your fault/responsibility). 

My updated list on how much I wanna see these kids get embarrassed in this fight are Oisin and Kipperlilly at the top followed by Ivy. Mary Ann I truly have no opinion on. Ruben I am warmer on than the rest but that’s admittedly because Fig has put time into investigating him and it’s entirely possible the rest of the RG’s would seem more sympathetic if the BK’s dug more into them. And then Buddy dead last because he’s pretty clearly a pawn here. Like he has other stuff to work through but the current apocalypse is not his fault and he doesn’t deserve to be lumped in with the rest of them. In fairness, Porter (+Jace) deserves to get smacked down more than any of them as the adult mastermind behind this but that’s not the list I was making. 

Random Thoughts

This is a side thing but I love that Aelwyn spent a ton of high level spell slots warding up Seacaster Manor. (She also made Fabian a cursed coin that would summon the gold tornado from Freshman Year if broken but he never used it.) She’s helping!  

Lmao at Murph being called in as the expert on honoring the cock and just being resigned to cock(ed dice) inspection. 

It was casually mentioned that Bucky might believe in Cass a bit which I'm mentioning in case it comes up later.

I love Brennan letting Gorgug use his Great Weapons Fighting feature while using the boat as a weapon. That’s such a shenanigan and Zac wasn’t even asking for it. 

I bet the Rat Grinders targeted Gorgug for the name/mind reading thing because they thought he was the dumbest one in the group. Newsflash! He’s been smart this whole time! Greatest Wizard of our Age! 

Being all, “Other kids at this school have it easier than me and it’s not fair,” and then having your trust fund baby friend send his ancient dragon grandma to attack everyone at your school so you can win an election is such loser behavior.   

Sending dragons to attack the kids who killed a dragon their first year of school and have just gotten cooler and more powerful since then seems like a profoundly shortsighted decision. Why not put their loved ones in danger like in Family in Flames if you want them out of the way? Like, they’re gonna be SO MUCH more mad at you when they inevitably come for you but it might actually slow them down whereas this did not at all. 

I imagine this is going to be a Promocalypse-esque situation where despite this being a school of adventurers, the Bad Kids aren’t gonna get much help from the rest of the student body but I hope they can at least get some cleric heals or pearls of power something before they have to go into this next fight because yeesh. 

I hope Adaine remembers that Oisin has a thing to steal control of summons because she’s been getting into summons heavily this season. 

I’m really curious to know how this fight will play out. Like if it will have a heavy RP element or not. Because if the Bad Kids had bonded with the RG’s in any way (besides the weird obsession w/ Mary Ann and whatever the hell is going on with “Wanda” and Ruben lol) I could see there being a lot of persuasion roles to try and get them to stop what they were doing. But as the story stands, this is coming off of the back of the Rat Grinders sending DRAGONS to THROW THE HOUSE THEY WERE IN. If I were them I would NOT be like, “Let’s talk it out.” I’m like, “OK cool, they can’t be reasoned with,” and casting my most devastating spell at the highest level. Of course, I much prefer combat eps when they have RP but I don’t know that the story so far has been conducive to that. We’ll see! 

[starkstruck27]

It's been forever since I posted on here, so since I'm trying to get back into the swing of things, have some ftm Billy Hargrove. Also, ignore the timeline here, it isn't exactly accurate, but I don't really care lol. TWs: Very minor nod to domestic/child abuse, a touch of body dysmorphia, and depression

Billy usually wasn't this talkative after hooking up with someone, but this wasn't an ordinary hook-up. It was the 27th time he'd hooked up with Steve Harrington since he'd moved into town almost 6 months ago (not that he was keeping track or anything), but that wasn't what made it different.

It was different because this was the first time he'd ever let Steve see him naked. It was the first time he let him fully take in the body he'd been touching and praising and thrilling for months, and Steve hadn't immediately been repulsed and thrown him out. Billy had been terrified of that, if he showed Steve the scars on his chest and the distinct lack of anything between his legs and he reacted badly, he could end up dead or nearly dead, broken and bloody and devastated.

But none of those things happened, and he knew he shouldn't have worried, anyway. Steve had known for the last 2 months about the way Billy was. He'd finally told him after he pitched a fit when Billy wouldn't let him jerk him off in exchange for a blowjob behind the school. Steve had been raving and ranting so loud, Billy was afraid people would hear, so he shoved him against the wall, put a hand over his mouth and just told him he couldn't. Steve had been confused at first, but when Billy explained it, he could actually see the lightbulb clicking on in Steve's head. He'd reached up and taken Billy's hand from his mouth then, and told him that he understood, but that it didn't change anything. He still thought Billy was hot, he still liked spending time with him, and he still wanted to hook up as long as Billy was on board with it. That'd been another time when things changed during their hook-ups, because that'd been the first time Billy kissed him.

But this time felt even more different than that, because Steve had seen him, truly seen him, for the first time ever, and he didn't care. It didn't change anything, and yet everything had changed. Billy felt completely normal, and completely safe, for the first time in his whole life, and that was everything to him.

He figured that was why now, after they'd cleaned themselves up and gotten settled in Steve's bed, he was so willing to talk about everything.

It was the most he'd talked to anyone since he'd first moved to Hawkins, and as he laid there, resting his head on Steve's chest, he didn't know whether the floaty feeling in his chest was the weight of his burdens being lifted or air sickness from flying on the high of being completely honest with somebody else.

"So, you said you were six when you first noticed something about you was different?" Steve asked, tracing his fingers up and down Billy's side and giving him chills.

"I think so. That was at least when I figured out how to voice it. I think I always kinda knew, I just didn't know how to articulate it, so I never tried. Besides, I was afraid of what my dad would do if he ever found out. It was hell trying to live with that for as long as I did. I didn't hate playing with dolls and stuff, but if ever I was playing house or something with my friends, I always volunteered to be the daddy while everyone else always wanted to be the mommy. And if we were playing princesses or something, I was always the knight or the dragon because I hated being the princess. I always chose the plainest solid-color clothes the girl's section had to offer because I couldn't get the ones I really wanted from the boy's section, so I had to make do. I felt like I had a pit in my stomach and every time I was reminded that the way I looked outside didn't match who I was inside, it would grow a little bit until it felt like that was all that was left of me. I felt like a captive animal, stuck in a cage against my will for people to come and look at for their own amusement. But I couldn't tell any of this to my mom, otherwise my dad would somehow know, so I just kinda kept it to myself. When he eventually did find out, I was really surprised because he didn't even seem to care. I don't know if it was just because he didn't care about me in general or if he saw it as another thing to use against me. I assume his logic was that if he let me change myself, he could get around that whole "a man shouldn't hit a woman" thing, although that never stopped him before, so I don't know," Billy said, keeping his eyes fixed on the wall in front of him. It felt good being able to be so open and honest with somebody else, but there were still things that were hard to talk about for too long. But Steve seemed to understand that, and he never pushed, he just leaned down and kissed Billy's head softly.

"And you were how old when you told them?" Steve asked, pulling the blankets up a bit as he felt Billy shiver again.

"Twelve. It was right after my mom left, and my dad said we were going to move, so since I was going to have to start a new school, I asked if I could register under a different name, and I told him then. I think I had a heart attack when he said yes. Then I spent the weeks leading up to the move the happiest I'd ever been. I gave myself a haircut, which wasn't half bad for my first attempt ever at cutting my own hair, and then I thought about what name I wanted to go with when my dad signed me up for school. That was the hardest part, I think, because I had no idea what to call myself. None of the names I tried out really fit me, and I agonized over it for weeks, but nothing felt right," Billy said, snuggling closer to Steve under the blanket. "Eventually I had to pick something, so I just went with Fred."

"Why Fred?" Steve chuckled lightly, making Billy blush and smile a little sheepishly.

"Because he was my favorite character on Scooby-Doo," he replied, his heart soaring at the sound of Steve's laugh resonating in his chest. He couldn't help but laugh a little himself, his blush burning bright in his cheeks as he did.

"So then how did Billy come about?" Steve asked as he settled down a bit, his hand moving up to play with some of Billy's curls.

"Well, I cycled through a few names throughout the years, trying to find something that felt right. Fred didn't cut it, and neither did any of the other names I'd tried throughout middle and high school. I was going by Jamie right before we moved here, but I was trying to come up with something new before that, and I couldn't think of anything. But then a buddy and I went to see the movie St. Elmo's Fire when it came out, and I got it from that," Billy explained, starting to trace patterns on Steve's chest. "Rob Lowe was in the movie, and I remember when we were trying to figure out what movie to see, my friend stopped next to the poster outside the theater and said, "Oh my God, he looks just like Jamie". So we decided why not give that movie a try, and it was really good, but my friend could not get over how much I looked like Rob Lowe. It was honestly kind of surreal for me, too, because it was like looking in a mirror whenever he was on screen. But it wasn't just that we looked alike, it was also the fact that his character was everything I'd ever wanted to be. He was a smart ass and he was confident and a complete mess and he had style and he cared about his friends more than anything, and he was just so complex. And I remember watching the movie and just wanting to be him, not just look like him. I wanted to be as horrible and as funny and as messy and as complex and as layered and authentic and devil-may-care as he was, more than anything else in the world. So when we moved, I decided to try and become him, starting with the name. I wasn't ever gonna be Billy Hicks, but I figured being Billy Hargrove might be just as good. And the first time I said it to myself in the mirror, it finally felt right. It was the first time any name made me feel like a normal person, like a normal guy. I knew then that Billy was the only name I'd ever go by from then on."

"It was a good choice," Steve said, "It's perfect for you."

"Thanks," Billy said, smiling shyly to himself.

Neither of them said anything for a while after that. Billy had talked himself out, and Steve was perfectly fine with just lying there with him. He cared a lot about Billy, and it made him feel the strongest sense of pride he'd ever felt that Billy trusted him enough to tell him about himself, to let him see behind the walls he constructed, when so very few others got that privilege. He knew a little more about what made Billy tick, and he loved knowing. Or maybe he just loved him.

Billy was beginning to drift off by now, the quiet stillness of the room allowing Steve's steady heartbeat to lull him into drowsiness, but then it began to get faster, and Billy could feel Steve breathing deeply, like he was about to ask something else.

"You don't have to tell me this if you don't want to, but..." he started, his voice barely a whisper. "What was your name before you figured out who you were?"

"Like, the name my parents gave me?" Billy asked, leaning up on his arm as he woke up a bit, "Why?"

Steve shrugged, "Just curious. You don't have to tell me, though. Now that I'm thinking about it, it was kind of an invasive question. Sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

"Hey, don't worry, it's okay," Billy said, using his other hand to turn Steve's face so he was looking at him. "I was just making sure it wasn't for any other reason that you wanted to know. But I trust you, and I like being able tell you things. It's nice being able to talk about my past without being afraid of what might happen," he paused, leaning down to kiss Steve before coming back up and looking into his eyes. "I'll tell you, but you gotta make me a promise that it'll never leave this room, okay?"

"I promise," Steve said, holding out his pinky and making Billy smile as he linked it with his own.

"Okay," he said, taking a deep breath, "It was Kimberly. My mom said she always liked that name, but she always shortened it and called me Kimmy, which I hated. But my middle name was Janice, which is even worse, so I had to live with Kimmy until I was twelve and my dad let me change it."

"Thank God he did. No offense to your mom, but she cannot pick a name to save her life," Steve said, making Billy snort. "Billy suits you much better."

"Thanks, Pretty Boy. That really means a lot to me," Billy said, giving a shy smile before it morphed into a nervous bite of his lip. "Just you in general mean a lot to me. I care about you a lot, and I don't always know how to show it. And I know that I need to work on that, so I'm trying to, but the way I feel about you, it's like I'm a kid again and I don't know how to put it into words. But you're everything, really. You're funny and smart and hot as Hell and the best thing that's ever happened to me in my whole life and I... I just don't even know how to explain it... but I'm trying and..."

"Hey," Steve said softly, leaning up on his arm and looking Billy straight in the eye, "I get it. And I love you, too."

"Y-you do?" Billy asked, and the smile that he gave was so bright and beautiful, Steve almost felt bad for kissing it away.

"Yeah, I do," he mumbled as they parted, "Every trait, every emotion, every complexity. I love every part of you."

Billy usually wasn't as talkative as he had been tonight, but now, it seemed like the well of his words had run dry as he tried to come up with a response to what Steve had just said. Even if he had the words, he wasn't entirely sure he'd be able to string them together coherently enough to convey even half of what he wanted Steve to understand. So he didn't use words.

He sat up reached down to untwist the covers, he fluffed the pillows a little, and then he reached for Steve, gently turning him onto his side before settling down behind him. He pulled Steve to his chest and tangled their legs under the blanket, one of his arms pinned beneath Steve and holding him with a hand over his heart and the other playing with his hair and scratching at his scalp in just the way Billy knew he liked it. He wanted to tell Steve that he loved him with his whole heart, that he trusted him and that he'd never known he was even capable of feeling this strongly about anyone or anything until he'd met him, but the words wouldn't come.

As Steve took the hand that Billy had rested on his chest and intertwined their fingers, though, he knew he got the message.

[blackboxtheater]

For that 40 questions thing, 4, 14, and 40 please?

4. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

There's nothing I'm nurturing right now in the sense that it would be a serious story I would ever publish. When I have an idea I tend to write it rather quickly so it doesn't drive me totally insane, which just gives me a lot of random scenes thrown together in a giant messy document lol. But there are some things for non-mcyt fandoms and some original work that are kicking around in my head.

But all that being said......I listen to a lot of actual play Dungeons and Dragons podcasts and I'm constantly fitting situations and characters from mcyt into D&D mechanics. So I keep coming back to that idea a lot. I even got pretty far into a loosely connected series of one-shots about a D&D party of hermits that I'll share the summary for.....

Xisuma, the chosen one of the Goddess Craft, is starting to wonder if there really is an epic quest. Because all he seems to be doing is collecting idiots who can destroy monsters as easily as they destroy his patience. That doesn’t mean he loves his party any less. And at least they saved the server from disaster. For now anyway. Until someone lights something on fire....again OR: A series of moments from the very long life of an adventurer and the people he meets along the way 

14. What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across?

It's less advice, and more the sense that a premise is a plot. And it's just......not.

A plot is a plot. Things need to happen in a story. (This is talking about longer stories, not one-shots or short fics.)

Like, do I love a good soulmates AU? Absolutely! But the idea that someone will have the first words their soulmate says to them written on their body is not a series of events that makes me want to keep reading to discover what happens next. Who are the soulmates? What are they doing? How does this condition affect them and their lives? Why does that matter? What happens in the story?

Another example of this, for anyone familiar with the Sarah J Mass books/universe, is the first Crescent City book "House of Earth and Blood". The premise is bringing this big interconnected fantasy universe into a modern urban setting, and that's a great fun premise! But the plot is a murder mystery. The actual thing the characters do for 800 freaking pages is solve a murder. 'Woman tries to solve her best friend's murder with a bad boy cop' is the plot of that novel.

40. Write an alternative ending to [insert fic title] (or just the summary of one).

So I'm going to take this as an open ended ask for an alternative ending of any of my fics, but if you meant it differently, please let me know!

And y'all KNOW I am a staunch believer in talking about feelings.

But...... for funsies here is an alternate ending that diverges at chapter 12 of my gemtho fic We Were Shy where Pearl and BDubs are a little more proactive, inspired by the joke at the time that Gem was the boss of Decked Out level 4 and she would just be released into the dungeon to kill Etho.

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Pearl's POV:

Pearl was waiting for Tango in the control room.

“Pearly pop? Why aren’t you running the dungeon?” He looked between her and the empty dungeon.

“Tango. We need your help.”

“We?”

“Yeah. We.” BDubs said. Pearl laughed at the extremely high pitched noise Tango made when he finally noticed BDubs standing behind him in the shadow of the door.  Pearl appreciated that she wasn’t the only one who could be a little sneaky when she wanted to be.

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<You whispered to GeminiTay> gem want to kill Etho in the dungeon?

<GeminiTay whispered to you>  YES

<You whispered to GeminiTay>  no follow up questions?

<GeminiTay whispered to you> TIME AND PLACE

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On one monitor, Pearl, Tango, and BDubs watched Etho climb into the minecart to start a Decked Out run that he had no indication would be out of the ordinary. On another, they watched Gem crouched and hiding on level 2, her hand twitching on the hilt of her diamond sword as she prepared to hunt Etho through the dungeon. Or at least, that's what Pearl had told her she would be doing.

They let Etho get most of the way through level 1, waiting until he commented on how strange it was that he hadn't seen any Ravager yet, before Pearl cleared her throat before she leaned into the microphone in Tango's control room.

“Attention Etho and Gem. Yes Etho, Gem is in the dungeon with you. Tango’s gonna, yup, stop any more cards from playing. Now Etho, you should know that Gem has a massive crush on you.”

“And Gem,” Bdubs poked his head close to the mic. “Etho has a crush on you. Super big crush. Embarrassingly really how big.”

Pearl giggled as Bdubs shot her a smile and stepped away from the mic.

“Now. You two can continue to avoid each other, or kill each other, or whatever it is you two do. That much I don’t really care. But figure it out.”

She smirked in spite of herself. Then she bowed out of the way for Tango to step up.

“And Etho, before you find a loophole, you both respawn at the bed in the top of the dungeon, I’ve removed all your gear from the chests, and the doors won’t open until two different players step on two different pressure plates in front of it. I’m sure you can find a way to sneak out, but not before Gem finds you.”

“And if you want to have fun we’re turning the cameras off!” Bdubs jumped up to add as a final comment.

“Bdubs don’t you dare-" echoed from Etho through the speakers before Tango flicked the lever to kill the video and audio feeds.

“You think it will work?” He asked, turning to Pearl.

“Honestly? I don’t know.”

“What if they crawl out of the dungeon walls? Bdubs suddenly asked. “I mean some of the crypts are just ice. Etho could absolutely punch through that rather than talk about his feelings.”

“You think he’d rather punch through a wall with his bear hands than get laid?” Pearl couldn’t fathom wanting to avoid a conversation that badly. Especially when they already did the hard part for them.

Tango shrugged. “He’s Etho. He might try.”

Then Tango giggled, the little laugh multiplying until his shoulders were shaking and he was whipping tears away from his eyes.  

“You okay man?” Bdubs finally asked, looking to Pearl for an explanation she clearly didn’t have.

“If they get out they have to escape level 5!” Tango wheezed.

“There’s another level?” Pearl nearly sputtered out. If the fucking door in level four led to a secret extra level she was going to lose her mind.

“No the redstone!” Tango finally said, gesturing widely around him with a spin. “Even if they get out of eh dungeon they don’t have elytra. They’d have to walk out of the redstone spaghetti. And I’m laughing imagining Gem chasing Etho through it.” Tango finally explained giddy smile on his face.

“I’m going to ping the rest of the hermits that the dungeon is closed.” Pearl said, opening the door to the control room and leading everyone out into the hall.

“Another question Tango,” Bdubs said, eyeing the door. “Do you have a washing machine in the dungeon?”

“Downstairs. I do actually live here you know.” Tango rolled his eyes at Bdubs. “But why.”

“Just maybe wash the sheets in the bed before anyone else runs. Just…”

Pearl watched Tango’s expression warp from confusion to realization to horror to embarrassment. “Yes. Yup. On the list. Good idea.”

<PearlescentMoon> dungeon’s closed for maintenance

<Cubfab135> :(

<GoodTimeWithScar>TANGO! Go fix your dungeon!

<Tango> like pearl said. CLOSED FOR MAINTENANCE. DO NOT DISTURB.

<Etho> dungeon set to do not disturb mode

They all looked at Etho’s message at the same time as they stood on the bridge leading away from the Citadel.

“So do we think that’s a good thing?” Bdubs finally asked.

<GeminiTay> STRICTLY ENFORCED

Pearl raised an eyebrow at Gem's message.

“Maybe?”

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The posts you reblogged about the fantasy elements of ASOIAF and it's comparisons with other fantasy books is so timely because I've been meaning to send you an ask about this very topic. I think a lot of the disconnect between people who unironically stan house targ and see them as the heroes, saviors, having this magical bloodline that makes them better lol vs. the rest of the fandom that clearly....does not is because of the series itself and how it is viewed within the genre.

So, I do believe that this is obviously a fantasy series and has been marketed as such, but what Martin ended up actually producing in the five books he published is basically a grimdark, edgy historical fiction series with some magical/low fantasy elements. I fundamentally see ASOIAF as a historical fiction work in the realm of The Accursed Kings, or even Phillippa Gregory if we want to get low brow lol, just WAY more gritty and with fantasy/magical elements thrown in as plot devices to spice the story up and to also prop up the greater socio-political and human family drama that is the true center of the story.

I know people say that the magical elements i.e. Bran's importance, the fight against the others, prophecy, etc. will be ramped up and gain more importance in the last two books....but Martin hasn't written them? So I'm not gonna judge this series based on unwritten material and the fandom's headcanons as to how or why this magic will be supposedly important. Martin's most magical figure, Bran, has some of the least chapters and hasn't had a chapter in two decades lmao. Fire and Blood, outside of dragon riding and some witchy characters, is pretty much historical fiction as well with very few and sparse magic to speak of.

I don't mind this at all, because I find the historical fiction and human drama vastly more interesting and have always been neutral at best re fantasy as a genre. But anyway, I think this is why there is such a gap between the subsections of the fandom because some are purely analyzing this as a magical series where it's really historical fiction with low magic/fantasy elements.

I kind of agree with some of your points, but I tend to look at it a little differently. I do agree about it generally being low fantasy, with plans to pump up the fantastical elements in the last two books. And, honestly, I sympathize with your take on just having five books published and being unable to judge a series based on plans that haven't seen the light of day yet. I think that's a reason for these heated debates, namely that we've been left in a pretty awkward point in the plot - the magical elements are ramping up, but still haven't been placed at the very fore, the majority of the Westerosi population either don't believe magic exists (anymore) or that it's pretty irrelevant to their daily lives etc,

...which in turn makes the political machinations stand out, more than they do in many other fantasy works.

On the whole, though, I would argue against calling it historical fiction, as the narrative takes place in a realm that doesn't exist, with a climate that would be impossible on planet Earth, with unexplainably stagnant technology.

I also don't really interpret ASOIAF as grimdark. Again, it's a tempting assessment to make based on the awkward point we are in the narrative now, but I don't think the progression of the series is going to be Nolan's-Batman-gritty. I think that we're fully in deconstruction mode right now, but that the ultimate goal is to pick the pieces back up together and build something better and more hopeful, get to the core of what makes these tropes so transcendent and appealing in the storytelling canon. What does a good king actually mean anyway? Why do we yearn for chivalry and courtly romance? Why do we keep coming back to these kinds of stories, why are we so attracted to the medieval aesthetic that makes all of this possible? What does it truly mean to be a hero? How can we genuinely help our fellow man? How does hope prevail when we are faced with the horrors of this world and the otherworld? Essentially, what does it mean to be human, which is the best and highest theme one can explore through the medium of writing.

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ADWD: Victarion I (Victarion II) [Chapter 63]

My little bozo! 🥰

The sea was black and the moon was silver as the Iron Fleet swept down on the prey.

They sighted her in the narrows between the Isle of Cedars and the rugged hills of the Astapori hinterlands, just as the black priest Moqorro had said they would. 

There was no one, even in her order, who had her skill at seeing the secrets half-revealed and half-concealed within the sacred flames. - Melisandre I, ADWD

Let's see.

+1 for Moqorro.

+.+.+

The man spoke no decent tongue but only a guttural Ghiscari, full of growls and hisses, as ugly a language as Victarion Greyjoy had ever heard. Moqorro translated the captain's words into the Common Tongue of Westeros. The war for Meereen was won, the captain claimed; the dragon queen was dead, and a Ghiscari by the name of Hizdak ruled the city now.

Victarion had his tongue torn out for lying. 

Hizdak, lol.

Harsh but fair punishment. You shouldn't lie.

Victarion seems to be trying to emulate Euron throughout this chapter. He's now cutting out tongues.

+.+.+

Daenerys Targaryen was not dead, Moqorro assured him; his red god R'hllor had shown him the queen's face in his sacred fires. 

+2 for Moqorro.

+.+.+

The captain could not abide lies, so he had the Ghiscari captain bound hand and foot and thrown overboard, a sacrifice to the Drowned God. "Your red god will have his due," he promised Moqorro, "but the seas are ruled by the Drowned God."

Only a cultured man would honour the traditions of others.

+.+.+

"There are no gods but R'hllor and the Other, whose name may not be said." The sorcerer priest was garbed in somber black, but for a hint of golden thread at collar, cuffs, and hem. 

Rude.

Be a Victarion, not a Moqorro.

+.+.+

There was no red cloth aboard the Iron Victory, but it was not meet that Moqorro go about in the salt-stained rags he had been wearing when the Vole fished him from the sea, so Victarion had commanded Tom Tidewood to sew new robes for him from whatever was at hand, and had even donated some of his own tunics to the purpose. Of black and gold those were, for the arms of House Greyjoy showed a golden kraken on a black field, and the banners and sails of their ships displayed the same. The crimson-and-scarlet robes of the red priests were alien to the ironborn, but Victarion had hoped his men might accept Moqorro more easily once clad in Greyjoy colors.

Bad guy? Show me a villain who feeds, clothes, and houses a man in need.

Moqorro wearing Greyjoy colours is hilarious. Dam-phair is having a fit somewhere.

+.+.+

He hoped in vain. Clad in black from head to heel, with a mask of red-and-orange flames tattooed across his face, the priest appeared more sinister than ever.

Sometimes the text misleads you, and sinister looking people aren't always what they seem.

This is not one of those times.

+.+.+

But Moqorro knew these strange shores in ways the ironborn did not, and secrets of the dragonkind as well. The Crow's Eye keeps wizards, why shouldn't I? His black sorcerer was more puissant than all of Euron's three, even if you threw them in a pot and boiled them down to one. The Damphair might disapprove, but Aeron and his pieties were far away.

So Victarion closed his burned hand into a mighty fist, and said, "Ghiscari Dawn is no fit name for a ship of the Iron Fleet. For you, wizard, I shall rename her Red God's Wroth."

Such a touching gesture!

More trying to emulate Euron.

+.+.+

The next day a sudden squall descended on them. Moqorro had predicted that as well. 

+3 for Moqorro.

+.+.+

The iron captain had no time to wait for laggards. Not with his bride encircled by her enemies. The most beautiful woman in the world has urgent need of my axe.

Antagonist where? All I see is a prototypical romantic hero.

+.+.+

Besides, Moqorro assured him that the three ships were not lost. Each night, the sorcerer priest would kindle a fire on the forecastle of the Iron Victory and stalk around the flames, chanting prayers. The firelight made his black skin shine like polished onyx, and sometimes Victarion could swear that the flames tattooed on his face were dancing too, twisting and bending, melting into one another, their colors changing with every turn of the priest's head.

When the cliffs of Yaros appeared off their larboard bows, he found his three lost ships waiting for him, just as Moqorro had promised. Victarion gave the priest a golden torque as a reward.

+4 for Moqorro.

The chanting and flames dancing, twisting, and bending is very Mirri Maz Duur.

+.+.+

"The black priest is calling demons down on us," one oarsman was heard to say. When that was reported to Victarion, he had the man scourged until his back was blood from shoulders to buttocks.

Find yourself a man who doesn't stay quiet in the face of racism.

+.+.+

This time it was a Myrish cog named Dove, on her way to Yunkai by way of New Ghis with a cargo of carpets, sweet green wines, and Myrish lace. Her captain owned a Myrish eye that made far-off things look close—two glass lenses in a series of brass tubes, cunningly wrought so that each section slid into the next, until the eye was no longer than a dirk. Victarion claimed that treasure for himself. 

Who wouldn't love a man with such intellectual curiosity?

+.+.+

"Grey skies and strong winds," Moqorro said. "No rain. Behind come the tigers. Ahead awaits your dragon."

Your dragon. Victarion liked the sound of that.

The tigers control Volantis now.

After a century of war, Volantis found herself broken, bankrupt, and depopulated. It was then that the elephants rose up. They have held sway ever since. Some years the tigers elect a triarch, and some years they do not, but never more than one, so the elephants have ruled the city for three hundred years. - Tyrion IV, ADWD

I have a Volantis prediction.

+.+.+

The crew had taken to calling him the Black Flame, a name fastened on him by Steffar Stammerer, who could not say "Moqorro." By any name, the priest had powers. 

"No. Hear me, Daenerys Targaryen. The glass candles are burning. Soon comes the pale mare, and after her the others. Kraken and dark flame, lion and griffin, the sun's son and the mummer's dragon. Trust none of them. Remember the Undying. Beware the perfumed seneschal." - Daenerys II, ADWD

It's time to open your heart and let R'hllor in Daenerys.

+.+.+

"The coastline here runs west to east," he told Victarion. "Where it turns north, you will come on two more hares. Swift ones, with many legs."

And so it came to pass. 

+5 for Moqorro.

Calling it now. Melisandre is bush league compared to this.

+.+.+

And like the captain of the Ghiscari Dawn, the captains of the galleys repeated the lie that Daenerys Targaryen was dead.

"Give her a kiss for me in whatever hell you find her," Victarion said. He called for his axe and took their heads off there and then. Afterward he put their crews to death as well, saving only the slaves chained to the oars. He broke their chains himself and told them they were now free men and would have the privilege of rowing for the Iron Fleet, an honor that every boy in the Iron Islands dreamed of growing up. "The dragon queen frees slaves and so do I," he proclaimed.

"No. Your Grace, forgive this one her outburst. Your slave's name is Missandei, but . . ."

"Missandei is no longer a slave. - Daenerys III, ASOS

x

There will be more if we remain. The slaves are weak from the march."

"Freedmen," Dany corrected. "They are slaves no longer." - Daenerys V, ASOS

x

"Your slave Missandei." Jhiqui had a taper in her hand.

"My servant. I have no slaves." Dany did not understand. - Daenerys II, ADWD

x

"How kind of my old friend to help with the digging. And how very unlike him. Is it possible he was given no choice in the matter? No, surely not. You have no slaves in Meereen."

Dany flushed. "Your friend is being paid with food and shelter. - Daenerys III, ADWD

+.+.+

The galleys he renamed Ghost and Shade. "For I mean them to return and haunt these Yunkishmen," he told the dusky woman that night after he had taken his pleasure of her. 

Is that a clue? Vic renaming the ships Ghost and Shade when he might be the walking dead is funny.

+.+.+

He wondered if this was how his brother Aeron felt when the Drowned God spoke to him. He could almost hear the god's voice welling up from the depths of the sea. You shall serve me well, my captain, the waves seemed to say. It was for this I made you.

But he would feed the red god too, Moqorro's fire god. The arm the priest had healed was hideous to look upon, pork crackling from elbow to fingertips. Sometimes when Victarion closed his hand the skin would split and smoke, yet the arm was stronger than it had ever been. "Two gods are with me now," he told the dusky woman. "No foe can stand before two gods." Then he rolled her on her back and took her once again.

I looked into it and the indestructible smoking hand thing is not typically experienced by people who are alive.

Anyway, this is so refreshing coming off an Asha chapter where Stannis is too little of a man to be a multi-faith king like Vicky.

Not only that, Vic is also capable of having sex with a woman.

+.+.+

Now he had a choice to make: should he risk the straits, or take the Iron Fleet around the island? The memory of Fair Isle still rankled in the iron captain's memory. Stannis Baratheon had descended on the Iron Fleet from both north and south whilst they were trapped in the channel between the island and the mainland, dealing Victarion his most crushing defeat. But sailing around Yaros would cost him precious days. With Yunkai so near, shipping in the straits was like to be heavy, but he did not expect to encounter Yunkish warships until they were closer to Meereen.

What would the Crow's Eye do? He brooded on that for a time, then signaled to his captains. "We sail the straits."

Stop asking yourself what Euron would do! Ask yourself what Vicky Godhand would do.

Being trapped at Fair Isle while enemies descend from both sides must be coming up for a reason.

+.+.+

"Where is this Dothraki sea?" he demanded. "I will sail the Iron Fleet across it and find the queen wherever she may be."

The fisherman laughed aloud. "That would be a sight worth seeing. The Dothraki sea is made of grass, fool."

Shut your mouth. Be quiet. Nobody say a thing to me.

+.+.+

He should not have said that. Victarion took him around the throat with his burned hand and lifted him bodily into the air. Slamming him back against the mast, he squeezed till the Yunkishman's face turned as black as the fingers digging into his flesh. The man kicked and writhed for a while, trying fruitlessly to pry loose the captain's grip. "No man calls Victarion Greyjoy a fool and lives to boast of it." When he opened his hand, the man's limp body flopped to the deck. Longwater Pyke and Tom Tidewood chucked it over the rail, another offering to the Drowned God.

Appropriate. That's what should happen to bullies.

+.+.+

"Your Drowned God is a demon," the black priest Moqorro said afterward. "He is no more than a thrall of the Other, the dark god whose name must not be spoken."

"Take care, priest," Victarion warned him. "There are godly men aboard this ship who would tear out your tongue for speaking such blasphemies. Your red god will have his due, I swear it. My word is iron. Ask any of my men."

The black priest bowed his head. "There is no need. The Lord of Light has shown me your worth, lord Captain. Every night in my fires I glimpse the glory that awaits you."

I suspect the priest in talking with tongue firmly planted in cheek.

+.+.+

Those words pleased Victarion Greyjoy mightily, as he told the dusky woman that night. "My brother Balon was a great man," he said, "but I shall do what he could not. The Iron Islands shall be free again, and the Old Way will return. Even Dagon could not do that." Almost a hundred years had passed since Dagon Greyjoy sat the Seastone Chair, but the ironborn still told tales of his raids and battles. In Dagon's day a weak king sat the Iron Throne, his rheumy eyes fixed across the narrow sea where bastards and exiles plotted rebellion. So forth from Pyke Lord Dagon sailed, to make the Sunset Sea his own. "He bearded the lion in his den and tied the direwolf's tail in knots, but even Dagon could not defeat the dragons. But I shall make the dragon queen mine own. She will share my bed and bear me many mighty sons."

This Dagon history lesson sounds a lot like current events.

+.+.+

The sea was green and the sky was grey the morning Grief and Warrior Wench and Victarion's own Iron Victory captured the slaver galley from Yunkai in the waters due north of the Yellow City. In her holds were twenty perfumed boys and four score girls destined for the pleasure houses of Lys. Her crew never thought to find peril so close to their home waters, and the ironborn had little trouble taking her. She was named the Willing Maiden.

Victarion put the slavers to the sword, then sent his men below to unchain the rowers. "You row for me now. Row hard, and you shall prosper." The girls he divided amongst his captains. "The Lyseni would have made whores of you," he told them, "but we have saved you. Now you need only serve one man instead of many. Those who please their captains may be taken as salt wives, an honorable station."

I adore how much he loves clowning his own dumbass fanbase.

+.+.+

The perfumed boys he wrapped in chains and threw into the sea. They were unnatural creatures, and the ship smelled better once cleansed of their presence.

She hates perfume too!

I wonder if Vic knows about Euron, Urrigon, and Dam-phair.

+.+.+

For himself, Victarion claimed the seven choicest girls. One had red-gold hair and freckles on her teats. One shaved herself all over. One was brown-haired and brown-eyed, shy as a mouse. One had the biggest breasts he had ever seen. The fifth was a little thing, with straight black hair and golden skin. Her eyes were the color of amber. The sixth was white as milk, with golden rings through her nipples and her nether lips, the seventh black as a squid's ink. The slavers of Yunkai had trained them in the way of the seven sighs, but that was not why Victarion wanted them. His dusky woman was enough to satisfy his appetites until he could reach Meereen and claim his queen. No man had need of candles when the sun awaited him.

Hey, I think I remember a few examples of candles attempting to replace the sun in this story.

Too bad he's chasing the moon.

+.+.+

The galley he renamed the Slaver's Scream. 

How can you not love this POV?

+.+.+

A great cry went up at his words. The captain answered with a nod, grim-faced, then called for the seven girls he had claimed to be brought on deck, the loveliest of all those found aboard the Willing Maiden. He kissed them each upon the cheeks and told them of the honor that awaited them, though they did not understand his words. Then he had them put aboard the fishing ketch that they had captured, cut her loose, and had her set afire.

"With this gift of innocence and beauty, we honor both the gods," he proclaimed, as the warships of the Iron Fleet rowed past the burning ketch. "Let these girls be reborn in light, undefiled by mortal lust, or let them descend to the Drowned God's watery halls, to feast and dance and laugh until the seas dry up."

Near the end, before the smoking ketch was swallowed by the sea, the cries of the seven sweetlings changed to joyous song, it seemed to Victarion Greyjoy. 

Hard to not be deeply affected by this.

Granting those girls the privilege of entering into those cleansing fires, so their spirits might rise free and pure to ascend into the light. Beautiful.

+.+.+

A great wind came up then, a wind that filled their sails and swept them north and east and north again, toward Meereen and its pyramids of many-colored bricks. On wings of song I fly to you, Daenerys, the iron captain thought.

The man is a poet.

+.+.+

That night, for the first time, he brought forth the dragon horn that the Crow's Eye had found amongst the smoking wastes of great Valyria. A twisted thing it was, six feet long from end to end, gleaming black and banded with red gold and dark Valyrian steel. Euron's hellhorn. Victarion ran his hand along it. The horn was as warm and smooth as the dusky woman's thighs, and so shiny that he could see a twisted likeness of his own features in its depths. Strange sorcerous writings had been cut into the bands that girded it. "Valyrian glyphs," Moqorro called them.

That much Victarion had known. "What do they say?"

"Much and more." The black priest pointed to one golden band. "Here the horn is named. 'I am Dragonbinder,' it says. Have you ever heard it sound?"

"Once." One of his brother's mongrels had sounded the hellhorn at the kingsmoot on Old Wyk. A monster of a man he had been, huge and shaven-headed, with rings of gold and jet and jade around arms thick with muscle, and a great hawk tattooed across his chest. "The sound it made … it burned, somehow. As if my bones were on fire, searing my flesh from within. Those writings glowed red-hot, then white-hot and painful to look upon. It seemed as if the sound would never end. It was like some long scream. A thousand screams, all melted into one."

"And the man who blew the horn, what of him?"

"He died. There were blisters on his lips, after. His bird was bleeding too."

I'm not sure how to expand on these thoughts, but it feels like we're talking about Daenerys.

+.+.+

"A true tale." Moqorro turned the hellhorn, examining the queer letters that crawled across a second of the golden bands. "Here it says, 'No mortal man shall sound me and live.' "

I see loopholes!

No mortal man, but what about a dead man or a woman?

+.+.+

Bitterly Victarion brooded on the treachery of brothers. Euron's gifts are always poisoned. "The Crow's Eye swore this horn would bind dragons to my will. But how will that serve me if the price is death?"

"Your brother did not sound the horn himself. Nor must you." Moqorro pointed to the band of steel. "Here. 'Blood for fire, fire for blood.' Who blows the hellhorn matters not. The dragons will come to the horn's master. You must claim the horn. With blood."

I'm pretty sure Moqorro uses Victarion's blood to claim the horn in TWOW.

They left him one by one. The three thralls, and then Moqorro. Victarion would not let him take the hell-horn.

"I will keep it here with me, until it is needed."

"As you command. Would you have me bleed you?" - Victarion I, TWOW

It's impossible to make sense of any of this when you can't trust a thing Moqorro says or does.

Final thoughts:

Vic finally gets a chapter with his name! Couldn't tell you why.

Remind me to look for evidence of him sleeping or eating in TWOW. Nothing so far.

-> return to menu <-

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please talk about dsmp lore i want to hear lol

okay so. HEAR ME OUT. the villianization of cdream was always a little too much. DONT GET ME WRONG— he was very much a villian and a little freak but people would stress “he’s abusing a child” soooo freaking much and the cwilbur existed prancing around like the freak he is and NO ONE EVVVERRRR brought up the child abuse with him. he employed his little brothers and his son into war. he made them child soldiers. SO HE COULD SELL DRUGS. he waged war with children fighting for him SO HE COULD SELL DRUGS. and everyone was like awww ccrime so cute and I’m like boy ur all crying cdream child abuse and then love wil so much what the hell. Anyway I’ve always been into cwilburs wow he really sucks-ness because I’m such a cfundy stan. dude he was such a fucking awful dad I actually kinda loved it. because that was the point. That he really really sucked. cfundy could never say anything around his dad because cwil would just TALK OVER HIM. I have so many drawings of cfundy where he’s living in his dads shadow or trying to talk to him and getting absolutely fucking ignored and shit. fundy was and would always be fucking fourth in line of importance to whatever cwil would be doing. cwil would be oh I love my son sooo much and then cfundy comes over and can never speak a freaking word. cwil always loved the idea of a child to own and that is his rather than having raised a person to care about. Cfundy is a pitiful daughter of a wretched father and he will ALWAYS be in his dads shadow. cfundy my sweet prince….. the decanonization of trans fundy was so sad btw. but it’s okay it’s still canon to Me. In my head.

anywya to reiterate- cdream still a CRAAAZY bastard but all the shit that was put on him that could also be put into other characters but weren’t was always so annoying. anyway cdream forever I wish he killed everyone or at least made them all go away so he could live in piece on his own land. cdream the eternal… cdream the wild…… he is the earth and you dare steal that ??? no wonder he hates you. Wow.

csbiers we’re kinda crazy all the time so glad I was a cdream team stan. oh my fucked up little trio. munchy forevrr rlly. did you know cbadboyhalo destroyed the world because he loved his husband so much? yeah. imagine being csapnap. ur dad absolutely fucks over the world because he loved ur other dad so much. bruh moment. especially because csap had the biggest fucking always second best issues. miss cgeorge too he was THE WORST!!!!!! I loved him so much. he was the most petulant of princesses he was Awful and I loved him. he was so selfish and apathetic. big war is going on and cgeorge is just off making a house. his house gets burned down a few days later and he goes whining and crying DREEEEEAM TOMMY BURNED MY HOUSE DOWN KILL HIM. and dreams like okaaay george rolls his eyes. cdream makes cgeorge king and he’s like okay. Whatever. Then he complains about it and cdream is like OKAY DONT BE KING THEN and then cgeorge throws the biggest fucking fit about it GOD I LOVED HIM SO…. peolle we’re always so annoying about George lore which was nuts that shit was GOLD. some of it was silly yeah but the blowing up the smp stream was amazing. it was the perfect show for his apathy and selfishness and how he always wanted and wanted and wanted and wanted and nothing was EEEEVER enough for him. he wants dream under his finger forever and hates that they aren’t like that anymore. he wants to kill his friends. he’s jealous of dream and techno so he kills them. he then kills most of his friends for lols. he wants to kill the dragon but ends up killing god instead. well. he tried. anyway the reception to that lore stream was like BUt itS LAme iTs a dREam. dude if he did any of that shit slash real everyone would’ve thrown a hissyfit about it. at least we get to see how fucked up he is for real for real.

how did this go from complaining about biases over ccs influencing outlooks on characters to a cgeorge love letter. that’s not actually much of a question cgeorge just has my heart forever. fuckin freak.

uhhhh tldr ccrime fans who loved the awww brothers I want you to rethink ur choices a little. Thanks

[at-least-ill-die-a-lionturtle]

🎶 Spotify Wrapped 🎶

I keep seeing posts about specific numbers from Spotify Wrapped, *ehem* looking at you @iwilltrytobereasonable lol, so Im just going to go ahead and put up my whole list, if anyone cares enough to know 😅 I'll leave up the Top 10 and put the rest under a read more so you can just keep going about your day if you want ^^ 1. Rumble - Skrillex ft. Fred Again..., Flowdan 2. XENA - Skrillex ft. Nai Barghouti 3. Bel Mercy - Jengi 4. Running Up That Hill - Lø Spirit 5. お先に失礼します。- HANABIE. 6. Welcome Home - Coheed & Cambria 7. 怪物 - YOASOBI 8. THE DAY - PornoGraffitti 9. NEET GAME - HANABIE. 10. Ten Speed (Of God's Blood & Burial) - Coheed & Cambria

11. ピースサイン - Kenshi Yonezu 12. 空に歌えば - amazarashi 13. 超次元ギャラクシー - HANABIE. 14. Always & Never - Coheed & Cambria 15. ODD FUTURE - UVERworld 16. My Curse - Killswitch Engage 17. Blast Off - HANABIE. 18. Keeping The Blade - Coheed & Cambria 19. An Honest Mistake - The Bravery 20. Make my story - Lenny code fiction 21. ポラリス - BLUE ENCOUNT 22. Crossing The Frame - Coheed & Cambria 23. 今年こそギャル ～初夏 ver.～ - HANABIE. 24. Disobey - Crystal Lake 25. Counting Worms - Knocked Loose 26. Apollo I : The Writing Writer - Coheed & Cambria 27. The Light That Blinds - Shadows Fall 28. Sunshine (with The Knocks) - Whethan ft. The Knocks 29. Ojos Marrones - Lasso 30. Naruto Bluebird Freestyle - Khantrast 31. Enemy (with JID) - Imagine Dragons ft. JID 32. アイドル - YOASOBI 33. Quédate Con Ella - Natalia Jiménez 34. The Suffering - Coheed & Cambria 35. Coming Undone - Korn 36. Blackened - Metallica 37. Six - All That Remains 38. スターマーカー - KANA-BOON 39. Швайне - Glukoza 40. Tales of Villain - HANABIE. 41. S.O.B. - Nathaniel Rateliff & The Night Sweats 42. Grand Theft Autumn / Where Is Your Boy - Fall Out Boy 43. grayout - thrown 44. Once Upon Your Dead Body - Coheed & Cambria 45. *Equip Sunglasses* - Hot Mulligan 46. TOUSOU - HANABIE. 47. When You Were Young - The Killers 48. DISSENSION - NEMOPHILA 49. RATATA - Skrillex ft. Missy Elliot, Mr. Oizo 50. Kids - MGMT 51. Dashboard - Modest Mouse 52. Wake Up - Coheed & Cambria 53. Warning!! - HANABIE. 54. Whiskey Fever - Zach Bryan 55. La furie et la foi - Fonky Family 56. A Favor House Atlantic - Coheed & Cambria 57. 我は宇宙最強のインベーダーちゃんである - HANABIE. 58. dashstar* - VIP by Knock2 59. Again - CLIPZ ft. Jaykae, Ms Banks, Ms. Dynamite 60. The Comedown (RobotSonics Remix) - Bring Me The Horizon 61. We love sweets - HANABIE. 62. Say It Aint So - Weezer 63. Scream Aim Fire - Bullet For My Valentine 64. Duality - Slipknot 65. Chelsea Smile (KC Blitz Remix) - Bring Me The Horizon 66. Slumbering World - The Wise Man's Fear 67. Chop Suey! - System Of A Down 68. だから、ひとりじゃない - Little Glee Monster 69. Handlebars - Flobots 70. REVIVE - NEMOPHILA 71. In Autumn - Greywind 72. Tailspin - The Wise Man's Fear 73. Riptide - Vance Joy 74. Así No Te Amará Jamás - Amanda Miguel 75. HEROES - Brian the Sun 76. Through the Fire and Flames - DragonForce 77. The Thunder Rolls - All That Remains 78. You Can Have the Crown - Sturgill Simpson 79. Better Than Gold - Justin Hawkes ft. Andrew Hellier 80. My Wing - Otyken 81. Until Mourning Comes - Dying Wish 82. Hotel California - Gipsy Kings 83. Where the Sky is Empty - The Wise Man's Fear 84. Clint Eastwood - Gorillaz 85. Take Me Out - Franz Ferdinand 86. Float On - Modest Mouse 87. Take This Life - In Flames 88. The Lying Lies & Dirty Secrets of Miss Erica Court - Coheed & Cambria 89. Magic - B.o.B. ft. Rivers Cuomo 90. About Damn Time - Lizzo 91. Sentimental Heroine - HANABIE. 92. White Noise - Disclosure ft. AlunaGeorge 93. 閃光 - [Alexandros] 94. Caramelldansen - Caramella Girls 95. SAY - Knock2 96. Some Chords - deadmau5 97. Short Change Hero - The Heavy 98. It Was Written In Blood (L'Amour La Morgue Remix) - Bring Me The Horizon 99. Paranoia - Chance The Rapper ft. Nosaj Thing 100. You Oughta Know - Alanis Morissette

[dulcewrites]

what is maeve’s relationship like with baela and rhaena? and by extension the blacks?

Ngl there is a slight disconnect there with the girls. Maeve was raised on driftmark solely, the twins spent much of their time sort of hopping between driftmark and Pentos. Maeve is sad for them that their mom died. Maeve and her brothers were not around for the fight - they were up with their mom. I actually think the twins would have got Maeve if she was readily available simply bc she’s older with an older dragon… interesting to think how differently that would have went down if Maeve (or even her brothers), who had a more objective view, was there. They are cordial/kind to each other and have no reason to not like each other… till they do :/

Vaemond and Alayne (Maeve’s mom) fall into an interesting space. Not as old as corlys and rhaenys, not as young as say laena and laenor were. Had kids later in life because they both had stuff going on. Alayne was a widow in her own right pre Vaemond. So that kind of adds to things.

Vaemond and Alayne arent big fan of daemon’s. There is clearly no love lost between vaemond and Rhaenyra/her kids. Alayne has bigger goals in mind and they just happen to align with house velaryon/helping the greens. She doesn’t have any ill will till it involves her kids and husband. Maeve in turn knows little about the blacks simply bc they aren’t around. She had strong (lol) ties to the Velaryon side of her family so naturally she’s like ?? When she sees Luke and Jace for the first time 😭. But her feelings obviously don’t intensify till she is thrown into it herself.

She is actually is quite close with her uncle, that’s why it is so shitty when things sort of blow up. I think she would find corlys inability to admit he may have mad a mistake putting all his eggs in one basket frustrating. I sort of touched on rhaenys here.

[in-my-feels-probably]

Hi! Congrats on 1k!! May I have a romantic house of the dragon match up please? I go by she/her and am bi with no preference, so any gender is fine.

I’m about 5’5, dark blue eyes, medium length hair thats kinda too dark to be dirty blonde but not so dark that its light brown with slightly lighter blonde highlights throughout. Ive been told I typically wear what would be considered 90s type of style but leaning away from more feminine things tho I’m not opposed to dresses and all. 

I do get pretty anxious when thrown in certain situations rather that be talking to a group of people or just one person. But on occasion and definitely when I get to know someone I never stop talking. I am a ranter and rambler which means I could be ranting about something that happened and then start talking about something else that may or may not be related to the original subject. Basically I will always find something to talk about though I do enjoy listening to other people talk. I am considered the mom friend because I tend to be the most logical. Im also a very determined, stubborn person who usually is kinda pessimistic but still has a huge imagination. And despite all the anxiety I am usually a relatively confident person and am not afraid to take up for anyone I care about. Also I am pretty good in school despite having a kinda bad memory. Also an INTJ, Sagittarius, and Ravenclaw. 

I absolutely love writing and have for the longest time rather that be random original stories I make up or the various fanfics I have(lol). I also love drawing and painting and recently realized I’m actually pretty good at making art related to animals and the occasional landscape. I’ve also been a big music fan since I was a kid, I honestly dont know what I would do without it. I also really enjoy reading when I get the chance, like I could spend hours getting consumed by whatever I’m reading. Which also travels into me when I’m watching things. As in I spend a good bit of time just binge watching new or old shows. I also really like walking around and enjoying nature. Theres a few nature trails I love going on and would go to the zoo every weekend if I had the chance. Which also goes along to my love for animals. Also I do like going to random places with my friends. 

And thats about all I can think of to say, hope it wasnt too much lol. But anyways, thanks in advance :)

hi!

thank you for participating :)

since you have no gender preference, i’ll tell you out of both the girls and the boys who i ship you with, but i’ll do the full thing for who i think you’re better suited for.

i ship you with daemon and alicent! but i’m gonna go with daemon, hope that’s alright :)

i think daemon would find you really endearing when talking to you. he’d love listening to you ramble about random things, and he’d love it even more when he could fluster you. i don’t think he’d ever purposefully embarrass you, but he’d definitely have his fun. you’re still capable of carrying on banter, which i think he would appreciate. it wouldn’t really matter to him what you were talking about, he just likes hearing you talk. but knowing how stubborn you are, he’d definitely try and push your buttons a bit to get a rise out of you. when it comes to you, you have a lot of bark, but also a little bite. daemon would never feel like he needs to protect you, at least verbally, although he’d step in if he felt like he has to. but he’d probably be more entertained watching you defend yourself with a proud smirk.

i would consider daemon to be a reader. i don’t think he necessarily cares about academics, but he knows the importance of knowing his history and his legacies. for some reason, i think he would be very artistically inclined, but he’d just never put any effort into it. he’d appreciate your drive and ambition, always making it a point to praise you when you completed a project. he’s probably a casual reader, and would definitely be able to keep up with a conversation about whatever book it was you were reading that he had already read.

i do think daemon is an animal person. he’d get sick of people bothering him all day, and would much rather be in the company of animals. at least animals can’t speak. but he’d also really enjoy you, especially if you were alone. you’d be one of the few people who’d never bother him, and he’d never find himself getting annoyed by your presence. he just likes listening to you talk, and feels a connection with you beyond just your mutual interests. i think caraxes would be able to sense how much daemon liked you, and daemon would feel comfortable enough bringing you to see him.

when court got too tedious, he’d come and find you, offering his hand to you.

you’d raise a brow, but let him take your hand anyways. “too much time at court, my prince?”

“far too much,” he’d smirk, leading you to the dragon pits. “i miss the skies.”

“you didn’t miss me?” you’d muse, and his grin would widen.

“you know i did, my lady. you don’t need to have me admit that.”

“i know,” you’d smile, taking the lead. “i just like hearing you say it.”

he’d roll his eyes, although he’d still be grinning. “i’m beginning to regret bringing you. perhaps caraxes will be more excited to see you than me.”

“i certainly hope so,” you’d say, not missing how daemon squeezed your hand as he led you into the pit.

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thanks again for participating :)

[littlewalken]

Mar 5

I wonder if instead of being a 'don't tell people how I live' person I'd be more like 'bring a whole TLC camera crew'?

There's no cutesy I self diagnose as ADHSquirell look how quirky I am, lol videos about having some things for 40 years and still not knowing where to put them.

It just feels like everyone else got to have organization class on one of those days I was out sick.

Had I not gone the way I have I could so be a person who believes there was a conspiracy against me to keep me from forbidden knowledge on how to human.

Instead there was a conspiracy against me where poverty and several forms of abuse got together to fuck me over. I was sick a lot because I didn't get proper nutrition or health care or even anyone who believed my leg cramps weren't just 'growing pains' but anemia that could have been managed. I didn't understand how to human because my probable autism still isn't diagnosed because girls don't understand it and many people don't understand how girl autism is different.

And altho my sister is no longer in the household don't doubt I would be thrown under the bus the moment my smothering unit finds a neighbor's little girl to try and dote on. Not in a creepy way but in that way a woman who fucked up her daughters will try to buy the affection of one who doesn't know her past sins way. She needs a drag queen son or something.

Getting closer to identifying the muscle in my neck that is causing my head to twinge. Where it's twinging is a big hint. And having to rest it from lugging and pulling has me off laundry duty today outside of just being there to watch the stuff.

Maybe later today or tomorrow I'll be able to do some gentle sorting of the doll making things. I still have to get someone with a dragon style neck knob but I think Bill and Ted are easy to reach.

Note to self, make some molds of neck stoppers like the person who sculpted House and Crowley did.

[cybersoldier82]

1. Anywhere from my normal height to abt 3 inches

2. 10 feet to 120 feet lol.

3. Prolly a sci fi doll house or a sci fi looking bunker tbh.

4. yes I do, in a nutshell he’s a super soldier just trying to come to terms with the destruction and rebirth of earth and make a living 200 years into the future in space with aliens and his fellow human super soldiers lol.

5. I don’t rlly have one aside from “giant family/parants+small child/children” tbh.

6. Neither but if I had to choose, borrowers

7. Both, next.

8. Both must mostly sci fi/lh

9. Monsters vs aliens(fight me)and The Big Friendly Giant.

10. Cyberpunk edgerunners. Don’t have any for it aside from David being a tiny lol, the rest of the story is basically the same only with gt elements thrown in lol.

11. High hopes by panic at the disco, Control by Halsey and roots by imagine dragons.

12. Imma be honest I’d be crying while trying to scream for my mom/whoever is home at that moment ;-;.

13. As a tiny? Prolly a treehopper, they’re my favorite bug 🥰.

14. Halo contributed a little but it was mostly monsters vs aliens and Steven universe lol.

15. Anything a giant can do to inconvenience a tiny lol.

16. My comfort gt trope is anything that involves comfort for the tiny, largely self indulgent I know but still.

17. Technically all my life but I’ve only recently gotten into the fandom officially.

18. @makothegayburrito @that-one-anime-writer @smoll-stace and @aaytaro-gt

19. Giants kissing tinys, no contest.

20. I wanna shrink and be held by Tali from mass effect in all honesty lol.

g/t asks!

What is your preferred size?

What size do you like to interact with best?

What would your tiny/giant home look like?

Do you have a sona? Tell us about them!

What’s your favorite size trope?

Fairies or borrowers?

Giants or humans?

Sci-fi shrinking or magic shrinking?

What’s your favorite piece of sizey media?

What’s the last TV show you watched, any size headcanons for it?

What song gives you size vibes?

If you suddenly grew/shrunk where you are right now, what would happen?

What kind of pet would you like at your size?

What was your g/t awakening?

What size scenario is the funniest to you?

What’s your comfort g/t media/tropes?

How long have you been into g/t?

Any favorite g/t content creators? People you wanna hype up?

What’s your all-time favorite g/t daydream - the one thing you keep going back to?

A fictional character you really REALLY wanna shrink/grow?

[bellafragolina]

raihan, leon, and guzma (separately!) with an s/o that's basically the pokemon equivalent of a werewolf? (a weremon, if you will /j) :D

Weremon lol.

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Raihan:

He discovers you by accident, coming across your changed form in the dark, around midnight. You’re stalking around, gruffing and snorting and pissed off when you catch a Poké Ball thrown at you by the man. You make a few angry noises at him, then go back to pacing.

Raihan tries to coax you into his gym. You’re a new, strange Pokémon he’s never seen before, and you’re so cool! But as he tries to befriend you, able to get a few scritches in but not much else, the sun starts to rise. And with it, you start to shrink

Now Raihan has this naked, terrified person in his gym. Oh boy. Maybe he shouldn’t have posted those photos to his social

Since now the whole world is hunting this mysterious Pokémon that Raihan captured evidence of, you’re in a bit of a bind. Raihan promises to help out of guilt, and you two work together to hide your ability from the world. Not all that hard, since he has a gym for you to change in every full moon, but you appreciate the routine

Your growing trust in him helps grow his feelings for you. He admires your strength and bravery in the face of your condition, and soon enough comes to cherish you as more than a friend. Luckily for him, you kiss his cheek after a rough transformation, and you both become official afterwards. Human you quickly fills up his feed, along with the caption “finally caught <3”

Leon:

He spots you in the Wild Area, late at night, right at the brink of your transformation. Your cries of pain have him running to help despite your shouts of protest, and he gets to witness your change up close and personal. Your changed form only regards him wearily before sauntering off into the night, leaving him speechless

Leon is quick to find you again, and he carefully shows that he means no harm to you, even setting up a quick camp to make you some curry and let you meet his Pokémon. Charizard is curious of you, and you let the dragon lean on you since he’s so warm. You appreciate the meal as well, so you stick around, and allow Leon to touch your new features when acceptable to you

He stays with you until you change back, giving you the spare clothing you brought while talking you through whatever you may need at the moment. It’s kind of nice, you realize, having someone there. You explain to him your ability, and he asks if you want him to join you for every transformation, to make it easier. You agree

It’s easy to fall for him, with his kindness towards you. And it’s easy for him to fall for you, with how cute you are transformed plus all your cute quirks that carry over once you change back. The way you nuzzle into him as a human, the same way you do transformed, makes his heart melt.

It’s a little bit before your transformation that he confesses his feelings. You’re shocked, but elated. You kiss him, right as the moon makes its appearance. You spend the rest of the night happily prancing around Leon, while he laughs from all the kisses he’s getting. Quit it, his Pokémon are getting jealous!

Guzma:

The grunts come running to him, claiming there was a giant monster (not a Pokémon) roaming outside of the Shady House. Guzma looks, but finds nothing. Then the grunts start telling him the monster is fun! And cuddly! And let’s them ride on it! Now he’s concerned

He goes with the grunts, surprised to find you, transformed, roaming around in the rain. The grunts have a ball with you, but he keeps his distance, unsure of what to think. You approach him last, once the grunts have been sent back home, and let him check you out for himself. It takes so long you actually transform back right in front of him. Welp, that’s a naked person. You race off towards your stuff while he shouts and covers his eyes

He recognizes you in town, and awkwardly introduces himself to you. You do the same, just as awkwardly, and take him somewhere private where you can answer his questions. He learns about your transformations, their conditions, the pain that usually follows. He feels bad for you, even if your other form is super badass. He gives you free reign over the land around the Shady House. The grunts like you too, and he’s seen how gentle you are with you, so he doesn’t fear you hurting them. It’s very touching

Guzma does tease you about how cuddly and cute you are while transformed. But you just get back at him for being cuddly and cute as a human too. You come by the house often, and snuggle the grunts, and Guzma is dying. It’s cute, but he’s not about to go gushing over you. . . not in front of the grunts, at least. Poor Plumeria

He asks you out as your leaving, a daunting transformation on the horizon. When you agree, he grins, and follows you to where you usually transform. His help through the pain and agony is priceless, and he likes the affection you give him afterwards, so everyone wins <3 Big Bad Guzma’s got a Big Bad Partner now!

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I feel like if I were to turn into something else, I’d just be like an oversized dog, large and cuddly and whining for attention <3

Hope you enjoyed love! Have a great day!

~Renee