#aggressive lady rider

[essycogany]

Rare But Not So Rare Sonic Moments

Sonic Swooning Over Amy

So, Sonic’s been kind of the driving force of Sonamy recently. Let’s analyze that.

I’ll show Sonic having feelings for Amy in almost every media aside from Fleetway and the two cartoons she isn’t in. I’ll also present the “whys” in more detail then just “Amy calmed down.” While that’s part of it, I’d like to add my own can of worms. And possible headcanons too. Bear in mind I never grew up with Sonic, so forgive my mixed opinions.

While I love Amy having a crush on Sonic like the energetic sugarplum she is, nowadays Sonic’s oddly been the drive of their dynamic. Any examples of it beforehand? Let’s look outside of the games first.

Sonic X

This Sonic takes more time to himself. He’s introverted, so his feelings for her isn’t displayed as obviously as the others. In fact, most people think he didn’t like her in this show because of how much he runs away. He even manipulated her by flirting in one episode. In my opinion this show has Sonic running away from Amy more often than not. Hot take: Sonic and Amy never had a real conversation either. They don’t…talk like they do now. Unless you count,

“Oh, Sonic I love you!” “Ah! C’mon, Amy. Knock it off!” No, it wasn’t constant but still common.

From my point of view, the conversations were short lived to none existent. It was the same in the earlier games too. Compared to how they talked to other characters or now, you might be able to notice. At least until Sonic And The Black Night were he talks to both The Lady Of The Lake and Amy. The two would also have visual gags of Sonic getting aggressively hugged by Amy. Or Amy falling on her face while trying. Aside from one moment in Sonic Riders where Sonic put Amy in danger, it wasn’t good or bad. Just cartoony for lack of a better term.

Maybe I’m just insane. You decided.

Anyhow, their dynamic in X is clearly built on actions. Like Amy giving Sonic a seashell bracelet and Sonic giving her a rose. Those little things. While I do prefer them being able to hold longer conversations, I don’t mind how X handles them. But let’s get to Sonic’s crush. I assume in Sonic X Sonic is conflicted. He’ll run away from Amy or try to pull from her on most occasions and others Sonic would constantly hold onto her when he doesn’t have to. For a long period on time no less. Amy’s the same way. One moment she’d be head over heels and other she’s bashful. Goes to show how young they were I guess. I have no clue as to why Sonic liked her back because there wasn’t much to go off of. Except the bracelet moment or her general kindness like feeding him one time. She was a bit much to him and most characters back then.

It’s possible Sonic just liked her and that was it, but I’d imagine due to all of the hand holding and small reciprocated gestures were enough to convey something was there. Straight forward and simple like the show itself. I headcanon this Sonamy being where the boyfriend gets dragged into a relationship and is fine with it. This version of Sonic’s attraction seems to be chaotic pink hedgehogs apparently.

Sonic Boom

Should I even explain it? Might as well because not only do I have something different to say, but these two haven’t been brought up much. Sonic and Amy’s romance mostly is played for laughs. Not saying their love for each other means less because of that, but the humor is the main reason they exist. Much like why in the main canon they started out the way they did. Regardless, I’ll dive deeper into Boom!Sonic’s affection for Amy to the best of my ability.

Boom!Sonic is egotistical, so whenever he thinks Amy’s crushing on someone else, it bothers him. Apparently he’s the only one she’s allowed to like. No “Radical Speedsters” or “Celebrities” can take her attention away from him. Like in Sonic X he tries to keep his crush to a minimum. Even though both him and Amy are terrible at it.

The moment in “Fortress Of Squalitude” a episode where everyone is a bit rude to Amy, close to the end Sonic says, “We may have a hard time saying it Amy. But…well you know.” Then she responds with, “Yeah, I know.” It’s such a sweet moment. Not as powerful as most moments with them but for Boom it’s very nice. Sonic and the others still value her as part of the team, but it’s Sonic who expresses it out loud. Goes to show how much he cares about her for even attempting to open up in this instance. Didn’t even have to finish the sentence. Amy understood perfectly. I also noticed how much he tries his best to impress her. When he needs to returned her book back, finds her hammer in Archie, (Vector did it in the show and Sonic got jealous) shows off randomly or dreams about her, and stopped racing to get her some eggs in one episode.

The funny thing about this Sonic is how much of a people pleaser he can be. Especially since the towns people are very spoiled and ungrateful. He wants to be needed and that’s possibly why he goes out of his way to do special things for Amy like go out on picnics, implied dates, and comforts her. She’s very take charge in Boom and Sonic has no problem calling her out when he needs to. Much like Amy in the show and games. Sonic will even put effort into doing things he doesn’t feel like doing for her. How honorable of him. Sure, sometimes he tries to make her jealous and isn’t perfect, but he tries. I believe Sonic likes Amy because again like Sonic X Boom isn’t canon, so more outright reciprocated feelings are allowed in this case. Not to mention the dude likes being shipped with her in the show. Which is a win in my book.

Sonic enjoys bugging Amy much like a playful boyfriend. He probably admires her leadership, but I’m saying this by observation. It could be for anything. Maybe he thinks she’s cute when she’s mad and finds her temper amusing. It could also be for her stubbornness. Some people like each other because of how much they can relate to their partner and in Sonic Boom’s case they’re two cuts of the same cloth. Although still different, due to the show’s theme, they carry the same condescending, slightly self centered, hotheaded, stubborn, and humorous traits. But they’re still good hedgehogs with a heart of gold and usually makes reasonable decisions. Not to mention they’re both equally shy about their crushes. In Sonic Boom, Sonic and Amy is that married couple who doesn’t get along much, but when they do you’ll understand why they stay together.

Reboot Archie Sonic

I haven’t read the comics (unless you count watching a few dubs and internet reviews) but I’ll give my limited thoughts. Luckily there’s not much to say. Although most people believe it was unintentional, I don’t think it’s too much of a stretch that someone from Archie thought it was a fun idea to have Sonic crush on somone in this reboot. Maybe it’s unintentional but it doesn’t seem that way.

I’m basically using this part of the post to ramble about how Reboot Archie’s Sonic still manages to be a casanova. He’s like a mixture of his old self and how he is in the games. That’s also why he acts the way he does around Amy. Could it also possibly mean he’s meant to like her canonically too? Reboot Archie did have to follow a more accurate way of writing Sonic after all. Anyways, let’s run down the list of Game!Sonic if he was allowed to be down bad for Amy like they’re already dating. Which is how I view this continuity. It’s basically if Boom and X had a weird fusion and this version of Sonic’s crush was the result. Except here he manages to be more bold and upfront. He knows what he’s doing. Here’s a run down.

First of all, THIS. No joke, more of these interactions would send me to the moon. I would explain why but the panel speaks for itself.

Sonic says, “I was worried about you.” Which he hasn’t admitted to her before this to my knowledge. He states this by giving her a side hug. Along with other out of nowhere physical affection and flirting. Not to single out Sonally fans. Sonic and Sally clearly have a close connection people appreciate and I respect that. In any case, Sonic and Amy in Reboot Archie also matches energies so much. They’re both clearly running off the same brain cell. You’d think they were together. They’d be a chaotic couple that’ll do the most outlandish things and somehow manage to survive them. After willfully risking their lives they’d do it again because being normal and safe is boring. I promise you, this version of Sonamy would be a huge force to be reckoned with.

-I’d also like to mention my friend Salty showed an example of Sonic being jealous of Knuckles coming with Amy on a mission and it’s brilliant. Dude gets all bratty about it too. Archie!Sonic does not play around. The post in question.

Sonic Prime

Already talked about this in another post, but I want to mention it again. Prime!Sonic is the most sensitive version of the character, so it’s no surprise he displays his admiration for Amy freely and out loud.

This moment says enough on its own. Sonic’s like this throughout the entirety of Prime and even changes the tone of his voice when speaking to or about her. It’s so authentic and adorable and makes him stand out against other variants.

Amy’s crush on Sonic in Prime is up to interpretation, but I don’t think she likes him in that way personally. Like other characters, Amy tends to be done with Sonic’s childishness. Guess she thinks he’s probably too immature to be boyfriend material whether she has feelings or not. Sonic on the other hand, acts how you wouldn’t expect. I personally see him as his own interpretation, so I’m fine with it. If he wants to have goo-goo eyes for Amy in Prime, it’s cool.

Prime!Sonic has it bad and I wouldn’t be shocked if he’d be the one wanting to go out on dates. Maybe he’d cook dinner for her sense he cooks in the show. I’d imagine Amy declining at first, but does it after his constant begging. They’d be swapped version of most emotional to least emotional. Prime!Amy would be a girlfriend who feels more like a parent than a partner.

Unleashed/Black Night

No one can bring up Sonic Unleashed without the lovely Amy meeting the Werehog scene. I love how Sonic didn’t like Amy hugging him, but right after she left he solemnly mopes around for probably the first and last time. He’s never in any game slowly moped around disappointedly before. Proving he only has certain reactions when it comes to Amy Rose. At least in some continuities. Unleashed gives you a choice to go on a date with Amy or not. Then the next game Sonic Team followed through with it, but ended up having Amy mad at Sonic for missing it. At least Sonic tried. Not to mention his reaction to The Lady Of The Lake and him flirting is fun to watch.

See how Sonic still likes her back but it isn’t because she’s “calmed down?” She’s still the same excitable love strucked Amy. There must be something more to it. Other than the obvious answer with Sonic Team wanting to do something with the pear. I have no idea why but having multiple hints even in the past must’ve been done for the fun of it. “We created this love interest but then railed back to Sonic not reciprocating her feeling. But we still want to market them as a couple in some way.” This franchise never cease to confuse me.

Amy encouraging Sonic in one of the cutscenes could’ve been where he started liking her back. Not in the way he does now, but he admired her none stop compassion and might’ve wanted to return the favor. “Eh, she’s sweet. Maybe a date won’t be so bad.” The fact he went out of his way to get her a chilidog and flirted with a different version of her should tell you enough. Of course it would take a while before anything else happened. 

IDW/Sonic Frontiers

Yeah, after issue 2, Sonic’s never felt the need to run from Amy. From the comics to Sonic Frontiers there’s a lot of moments of Sonic being somewhat emotionally candid. Not by much, but close. I believe Amy’s the reason for that in a way. Sonic’s not afraid to hang out with her anymore. He even hugs her back on some occasions. “Ames” was a nickname from fanfics and Boom which became canon over time and he occasionally calls her that.

Sonic wishes to share an umbrella and spend more time with her. He also gets excited to see her more often. It’s like Reboot Archie but slightly toned down. At least up until the hard to trigger lines from Sonic Frontiers. The same game where he outright admits to being worried about Amy and smiles back at her with a Coco looking between the two. Then he supports Amy’s decision to leave etc. We all know where we are now.

Crazy how the more you look into this franchise the more tiny details you notice. It’s also crazy how much Sonic’s been into the love interest he originally was already supposed to love. To me, Sonic had a crush on Amy in Unleashed but fell in love with her in IDW. What makes Sonamy gripping though is how unique it is compared to most romantic relationships. Leaves it to be more entertaining whenever something unexpected happenes. It keeps you engaged.

Why Sonic Crushes On Amy?

1. Amy doesn’t want to slow him down. Obviously because of IDW issue 2’s love confession with Amy saying “I can’t change you. I don’t want to change you.” Amy joins Sonic and he includes her more often because of that. His speed is no match for her persistence anyways.

2. She shows compassion and love for those around her. Not just to Sonic, but everyone. She’s the definition of soft hearted. Even for people Sonic and his friends would be weary about. Think about now in the recent comics and games where Sonic’s trying it out. I do think it should be more of Amy’s thing then Sonic’s but it just goes to show how much she probably inspired him. Who knows? Even in the past he had respect Amy for her tenderheartedness.

3. Amy’s energy matches Sonic’s. Though sometimes she can be overly enthusiastic compared to him. Even before now, Amy’s always been adventurous and that’s probably something Sonic liked from the start. Not in a romantic way, but in a respectful way. If he were to have a partner he’d need someone to keep him grounded and be on the same level. No exceptions.

4. Her loyalty. No matter what Sonic does (including times she disagrees) she’s one of Sonic’s most loyalist companions. Obviously other characters are too, but Amy has her being a long time childhood friend/Sonic 06 and Unleashed going for her. 06 for trusting Sonic over Silver and Unleashed for still loving Sonic despite his transformation. Heck, before she knew who the Werehog was she wasn’t disgusted. Amy’s commendable for that.

From all these points here physical attraction isn’t included. What I like about both characters is their crushes don’t stem to how they look. Though it is worth mentioning Sonic has called Amy “Radiant” in TMOSTH, but that’s probably the closest we’ll ever get to an outright physical compliment. From Sonic at least.

- Side note thanks to @saltynsassy31 again, Sonic and Amy’s dynamic can be summed up as not a relationship but rather a situationship. Yes, it’s a real word. What does it mean? Basically two friends who has crushes on each other but doesn’t do anything about it. Just a fun detail for you guys.

Why Did Sonic Run From Amy In The Past?

I’ll make this quick, but the reason Sonic ran from Amy wasn’t because he didn’t like her. On the contrary. Sonic always could’ve ran at his normal speed to get away from her. Sonic’s the fastest thing alive. Why would he let someone he “didn’t like” catch up to him? I personally think he enjoyed the thrill of the chase. It’s why I believe he misses it nowadays. Though I do understand Sonic didn’t often treat Amy like a friend. Not in a way I can understand at least. Not that I think their relationship was bad, but from what I’ve seen, it was more told then shown due to Sonic and the gang not including her on missions. Amy normally had to catch up with them which was a running gag. Especially in SA2. It might be why some prefere her in stuff like Reboot Archie, Boom, IDW, and Frontiers. Because Amy’s friends includes her on adventures now. At least in my opinion. Correct me if I missed anything.

Final Headcanon

Since Sonic in the games has been the one to push the Sonic side of Sonamy much more then Amy does for herself, I’d like to think in most cases (especially as their dynamic grows) Sonic would start carrying other versions of him traits like trying to mess with her.

He’d want to get her to chase him more often and Amy would probably ask once or twice, “What’s going on and why are you acting weird?” He’d definitely play it off as him fooling around. Sonic doesn’t know much about romance, but he does know what Amy likes. Maybe he’d ask her out or go on a bunch of traveling missions. Anything to get her to pay attention to him again. After all, there’s been examples of the guy feeling ignored by her in and out of canon. It’s possible.

-There’s also a consistent detail where Sonic’s finally ready to open up but has to deal with Amy doing her own thing. Or when he’s face with different variants of her, he’s flirtatious with them. For the fastest thing alive, he has terrible timing when it comes to making his mind up.

Conclusion

Welp, there you have it, darlings. Examples of Sonic crushing on Amy more than some would think. It’s a Sonic character analysis and Sonamy post all in one. I know there’s more, but I think this gathers examples from the actual content.

Stay Creative! 💜

[super-marvel-dc]

Random old lady at the park watching her grandkids: *Sitting next to Bruce* which one is yours?

Bruce: *Looks around the park*

Bruce: *Points* those two...

Random old lady: *Looks over to where Bruce pointed to see adult Y/N and Jason rocking back and forth aggressively on spring riders while trying to push each other off*

Random old lady: O-oh...

Bruce: They've been at it for two hours now...

Y/N: *Lifts their leg, and kicks Jason off his spring rider* haha!

Jason: Why, you little shit! *Tackles Y/N off their spring rider, and starts wrestling*

Random old lady: I think I'm gonna get my grandkids and go now...

Y/N, and Jason: DAD!

Bruce: *Sighs in disappointment, but grabs the spray bottle* this is the third time this week that I've had to use this!

[simpingland]

The rumors// Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader.

Requ: May I request a piece with Aemond x Blackwood!Reader? Was thinking that the oldest daughter of the Blackwoods gets betrothed to Aemond in order for the Greens to gain their support, Aemond is not ecstatic about it but he finds that lady Blackwood is fascinating person, very intelligent and very much..like him.So of course he slowly falls for her and in spite of her cold/sarcastic demeanour she truly sees Aemond for who he is and falls for him at first glance (but of course he doesn't have to know that:).

Summary: Aemond is forced to marry a woman he was more than happy to ignore. But her sarcasm, brain skills and a knee injury makes him feel a bit too passionate for her.

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Your father had quickly changed his colors as soon as the largest dragon in existence landed on the mountain closest to his castle. Of course, Aemond showed no threat; he knew he had to get an army that was willing to defend Aegon, not hate him. So he passively aggressively asked for the army of Lord Samwell Blackwood, who ruled a considerable part of the Riverlands, in exchange for something else. And of course, the lord had you, a daughter of appropriate age, hard to marry and smart enough to know how to grow the Blackwood power at court. So he asked for a marriage. You could see the Prince let out a sigh from your hiding place, but he agreed. It was a conscious decision that you found yourself "indisposed" in the days leading up to your wedding. In these, you spent your time wandering the corridors in the shadows, following the Prince at a distance and meeting the women with reliable sources who told you what Aemond Targaryen was like. Best of all, you knew he knew nothing of you. That was an advantage.

The wedding was rushed, held in your own home, making it clear to the Tullys and Bracken that their support for Aegon was expected. If they did not support your House, you were likely to be the victim of a mysterious death, and the Brackens would be happy with the news, but the Tullys would not. You were dressed in red, the black was entirely removed from your dress, and your jewels and veil silvered. Under the veil you could see him watching you with that blue eye, and when he withdrew it, you could see an indecipherable change in his face. Whether he was happy or not didn't matter to you, because he was surprised, and that was interesting. You exchanged vows, touching his hand for the first time, as cold as you expected, and he could hear your voice. He only looked away when you looked at him, but the rest of the time you were sure he was following you. He kissed your hand courteously at the end of the ceremony.

"Does your wine not please you, my lady?" His voice surprised you, his gaze resting on your glass, still full.

"It pleases me as much as it surely pleases you, my Prince," you replied. He hadn't had a drop either.

"I'm tryingto keep a clear mind."

"Some men drink their fill precisely to clear their heads. Besides, you shouldn't be nervous, I'll tell you which hole is the right one."

The sly grin that appeared on your face made him clench his jaw in frustration. Perhaps, a dragon rider, such a fearful prince, would react with fists and shouts at the taunt. But Aemond decided to pick up his goblet and take a good swallow.

"It's going to be a long night, I'm afraid," he said it as a kind of threat, but to you it sounded as if it was more of a nightmare.

And he stared at his failure to scare you, as you continued to eat with glee.

The bedding was not public thanks to your father, but you did spend the night with Aemond. He was reluctant to undress, so neither did you. He sat in front of the fire in your room while you watched Vhagar from your balcony.

"Are you going to force me to ride on the dragon to King's Landing?" You asked without turning around.

"If you prefer, go on horseback. But by the time you reach the castle I will have marched off to war." He sounded serious.

"It doesn't sound as bad as you think it does."

You heard him rise from the chair, and then you were a little afraid. He walked quickly towards you, placing his face inches from yours, his hands grasping and squeezing your arms.

"Then you will enjoy an extremely lonely time, my dear. No one will know who you are and neither they would want to find out. And if I die in battle, with no heirs, no one will ever care for you. They'll send you back here and you'll become old and a burden. And if we lose the war, there will be no one to protect you." His soft voice spoke calmly despite the venom they gave off.

"I never said I didn't want to ride in Vhagar, my Prince." Your reassurance surprised him, as did your hands resting on his chest gently. "I'd rather ride and stay there with you...I'm sure it's much more fun."

And without further ado, you turned away and set about sleeping, or pretending to. Aemond never got to lie in bed with you. But soon he would, you needed time. The flight to King's Landing was quick, in silence and quite impressive. Clinging more to the chair than to Aemond, you didn't tell him how impressed you were with the sensation. He didn't want to ask you any questions, but looked at you in search for something to make him feel satisfied, but it was hard to impress you. When you landed, he helped you off the beast and you decided not to let go of his hand. And so the Dowager Queen Alicent saw you.

"Did you enjoy your flight?" she asked politely.

"The truth is, yes. Now I understand why children are willing to lose precious things in exchange for flying with them..." they both looked at you quizzically. Of course, the source of the loss of Aemond's eye was just a rumour, a rumour you had heard. You smiled, noting the tension in both of them. "Like little Ronnel Arryn when Visenya asked him to surrender."

Your explanation was enough for Alicent, but Aemond could tell it was a trick answer, that you had someone else in mind. And when you reached your chambers, the one you would share for the rest of your lives, Aemond did not hesitate to corner you against the wall in one of his graceful moves. His hands rested on your cheeks, squeezing hard enough to keep you quiet and your gaze locked with his.

"I don't know what's going through your mind, but I don't like a single tone in your voice." His voice was laden with anger, anger at not knowing. "You think by smiling at the end of every sentence people forget how irritating you are."

"You barely know me..." you tried to say with his fingers so tightly pressed to your face. "But I'm glad to see I was right to bet that I was going to have a good time with you."

"I'm not a buffoon." His face was so close to yours that you had to turn your own away.

"I know better, my Prince. With that hair and that dragon there is no doubt about it. It must bother you that there are people in the kingdom who don't see Jacaerys and Lucerys for what they really are...mustn't it?"

His hand loosened slightly, and Aemond seemed to calm down. He waited for you to draw another smirk again, watching your lips slowly. But that smile did not come, for you knew you had hit the nail on the head. Your bad luck was that Aemond was almost as smart as you, and only trusted you for those brief seconds. Then he squeezed your face again before releasing it abruptly.

Even though Aemond was constantly wandering, Helaena was the best company. She was the one who explained to you everything that was really going on in that castle, even though it was hard to understand her. Her words were never clear, and she got lost in the middle of conversations. What reassured you most was that Aemond was a tender brother, caring for the children Aegon had neglected from the beginning. And if Aemond was patient with a girl like Helaena, it indicated that there must be something good in the prince everyone feared. Now all that remained was to keep him more than a few minutes at your side.

Then came the opportunity to visit Oldtown, to meet Daeron and make sure that the Hightower would support the Greens and how good that support was. On this dragon ride, you decided to put your hands on his waist, consciously moving them all over his abdomen, trying to unnerve him. And at your attempts, Aemond commanded Vhagar to fly in a brute and exaggerated way. A bad idea, for although she managed to scare you, the dragon was very old and hurt herself, brushing against the mountains as you passed Horn Hill. Had they been higher, you would have been killed, but Aemond controlled the situation before it got worse, and the fall only resulted in a rough landing in the mountains.

"Why did you do that?" you shouted as soon as you saw that Aemond was still alive, a few metres away. He was able to get up and approach you, putting on the patch before you could see him without it. "We could have died!"

"You were the one triying to to piss me off!" You were still lying on the ground, your leg felt sore, and you didn't want to move it.

"Is that why you asked Vhagar to shake himself in the air?" You were indignant, somewhat flattered, but mostly indignant.

"You were trying to distract me!" he justified himself, looking down at you from above.

"You should have told me to stop!"

"And would you have stopped?"

He watched as you fell silent. Obviously you wouldn't have, you would have ended up finding some other way to irritate him. Then Aemond offered you a hand to help you up, and you took it. But a pain in your leg made you grunt and fall back down. It was sharp, but not exaggerated. Aemond bent down to check your wound, and without any embarrassment, lifted your skirt.

"Wow, you can do that and I can't hold on to your chest?" Even in pain, you still laughed at him. And Aemond's gaze commanded you to shut up.

His hands gently touched your knee, and the pain returned. You saw Aemond quickly pull his hands away and cover you again.

"Good thing it's not broken," he said, standing up again.

"What a joy... Now you're just going to leave me lying here?"

With another deep sigh of his own, he lifted you up without difficulty, careful not to move your knee too much. And it took you a while to mount Vhagar again.

This time you would not be behind, but in front of Aemond, both legs to one side, and Aemond's arms as a barrier. He placed your hands firmly on the collar of his coat and your legs wrapped as tightly as possible around his. Your face was basically buried in his neck and his scent clouded any other scent.

"Don't move" he whispered in your ear. And you didn't, also, you didn't wanted to. The rest of the flight was quiet and pleasant, and you could watch Aemond's face as much as you wished to. The arrival in Oldtown was rushed to say the least, Aemond wanted to leave you with the Maesters while he met with the more important lords.

"But I want to be present," you demanded, still in his arms.

"Your leg must be checked," he justified.

"I want to know everything, I refuse to have made this journey to stay locked up in my room.

"You simply can't."

He spoke to you as if you were stupid, but when you grabbed his coat tightly, you surprised him with your change of tone.

"Take me with you right now, Aemond, or I swear you will lose the support of the Rivelands with one word from me."

He could barely attend to the meeting, seeing you sitting with dignity in the chair, attentive to the words of the lords and maesters, and disguising the pain in your leg. He felt rather guilty, for besides, Aemond had gained nothing, for you continued to impress everyone who came across you. You knew by heart all the information you had received, you knew what your father was planning, and what Otto was planning. You looked like the Princess, not Aemond. And when the meeting was over, he saw you stand up with a grimace, and ran to hold you, letting you lean your full weight on him slyly.

"Now you're really going to see a Maester, wife."

"About time, this is all your fault."

He was going to argue, but as he turned he saw that smile again. Something in him melted and he knew he had to surrender to you, for he was losing that futile battle.

In the room, with your knee smeared with a medicated cream and covered with care, Aemond saw you reposition yourself on the bed, now comfortable.

"I didn't know you liked politics," Aemond said, watching you from across the room.

"I don't. But I want to survive."

"You don't trust us to win this war?"

"I trust nothing, ever. You have to be prepared for anything."

"I agree," he moved closer to the bed. He brushed your sore knee gently. "Does that mean you'll never trust me?"

"For starters, you tried to shake me off your dragon."

Aemond's gaze softened, moving his hand away from your knee but sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I'm sorry. You made me nervous."

"And to continue," you interrupted him, "you won't let me get to know you. And I remind you that you are now my husband."

"I've never met a woman who wants to be so involved with her husband's affairs." He smiled slightly, wryly.

"That's because you don't know many women...as the rumours say."

"The rumours?" you nodded. "Do you listen to the rumours?"

"No, I just listen and wait. You'd be surprised how many times I've seen them confirmed. Just now was one of them."

"You think I haven't been with a lot of women?" Aemond slowly bent down to close the distance, and his breath circled over your face. You had to hide your nervousness, for he didn't seem angry this time.

"You don't like my touch... But I assumed it was because I am little more than a stranger to you. I do not think you a virgin, but I know you have loved few women. If you ever have..." His weight began to fall on top of you, covering you with his body.

"And what else do the rumours say?"

"That your eye is replaced with a diamond. Though I've also heard that it's empty dark, and that's why you cover it."

His lips landed on your neck, where he left you a soft kiss.

"And what do you think I'm wearing?" His voice sounded husky and you felt its vibration.

"I've seen your books, many of history, and many of gemstones, an incredible boring reading... But not to look like a diamond man." You turned your face to him, forcing him to look at you, and saw his blue eye with the pupil dilated, glittering. "It's a stone, but not a diamond."

"And what stone do you think it is, wife?"

"I don't know. I've been thinking more about other things. And I have little interest in what's behind a patch. You covered your eye for a reason and I will respect that."

He seemed surprised, your tone was, for the first time, serious and cutting. And he liked that better than he expected.

"Everything I've heard about you is that you were a hard woman to marry."

"That's because no one delivered what I asked for. I have not been so obedient to my father's orders when offering my hand to a random lord."

"And what is it you ask, my lady?"

"I am no longer a lady."

"True, my princess." He couldn't help but smile when he saw the pride appear on your face.

"What I ask, my prince...is that my marriage will bring change to House Blackwood. It is because of us that The Riverland is so powerful. And the Tullys and Brackens get all the credit. We were kings once. And we can be kings again. Just one dragon can be incredible powerfull."

Aemond stroked your hair, then your lips with his thumb. You let your husband touch you tenderly for the first time. You caressed that face too, and Aemond kissed your fingers.

"I find it hard to believe that my wife seems tailor-made for me," he said at last. "We may die as Princes, but I swear to you our children will be kings."

"But that requires some irritating and distracting...Touches."

"I will have to make the sacrifice then of-" Aemond tried to joke, but you cut him off, kissing him at last on those lips.

They were warmer than you had expected, perhaps, in the comfort of the bed, with the lust stirring and the fantasy of creating a family, Aemond's body had been comforted by the feel of yours so close. And he fell surrendered in your arms, eagerly receiving and sharing that kiss that ended in something much bigger. That day, without rumours, without theories, you got to know Aemond completely, as a prince, as a husband, as a lover, as a man. He was all your, as you were all his, maybe, and just maybe, because he trusted you as much as you trusted him.

[damneddamsy]

renegade | aemond targaryen x oc (part iii)

Prince Aemond and Princess Aemma's indefinite courting had dwindled in importance with the announcement of the princess' two brothers' betrothal to their cousins, Baela and Rhaena. After a bloodstained session in court with regards to the beheading of Lord Vaemond Velaryon on the account of calling the Princess of Dragonstone a 'whore' and her declaring her children 'bastards', it was only right that optimistic matters were in order.

Of course, on the note of sweet intrigue, Aemond and Aemma's courtship blossomed in private. As it ensued with their companionship and their mischiefs, it was in strict confidence that the two of them pursued each other. Prince Aemond had doted on her since their youth, now it was up to the young princess to make a real statement.

It wasn't just every other morning. Every morn of Aemma's finite time in the Red Keep, Aemond would commence his day and end his night in her chambers. Her Grace grew frustrated with his proclivity toward the princess, missing his training and dinners. That, of course, did not stop Aegon from taking the piss out of his brother at his own sweet time.

"If there's one lady in this court I am starving to be inside of, it's that gorgeous excuse of a bastard," Aegon would whisper to him during supper, smirking. "Such a temptress deserves to be handed out gold dragons by the dozen. She'd flourish in Flea Bottom."

Aemond's hands fisted and he spoke through his teeth. "That is your niece you slander."

"And?" Aegon chewed his pie loudly. "Am I not caring for her? I'd care even more if she was on her knees before me, mouth wide."

Aemond shut his eyes, recovering his self-control. These were just empty words from a vulgar mouth. Not worth it. And what could he say? Any tongue that rose against the heir to the throne, much less supporting his half-sister's deformed children, would only incite more chaos among his family.

Besides the empty talk from the highborns, Aemma didn't mind the company at all. She had missed Aemond dearly and conversing with him was a breath of fresh air, but it started to get challenging to see him as her friend anymore, especially when he lavished his affection on her so audaciously.

To fan these flames, Aemond would come bearing gifts, particularly of her interests. Some of which was a book of illustrations about the many ancient Targaryen dragons, a medieval gold coin dating back to Old Valyria, and a scaled drawing of an old battleship that had sunk beneath the waves in war. Surely, this should be enough to sway her sentiments.

She couldn't deny how handsome he had come to be either. At almost seven and ten, he was dangerous, lithe and strapping, and despite the loss of his eye, regarded as one of the finest swordsmen and aggressive dragon riders of his age, yet he showed no interest in warfare or tourneys. His steed was Vhagar, an ineradicable power in the world, and he commanded her. It made his might unlike any other.

One bright morning, Aemma greeted the prince who said nothing but took her hand and hurried her to the dining table to present her with a withering brown scroll.

"I went through plenty of hardship to rob this for you, princess," he said, curling his lip.

Aemma received it gladly. The piece of scrap was nearly in shreds and moth-eaten. "Is this how you are to curse me; have me read an old hex and afflict myself?"

He rolled his eyes. "Ever so dour. Open and see."

She laughed at his impatience and pushed some plates aside to unfold the long paper. Before them was the incomplete map of a place a great many miles east of Essos called the Shadow Lands, a mostly uncharted mountainous territory with valleys and canyons, where it was written in fables that demons and dragons had originated.

Aemond held her index finger to drag it over the lines of high cliffs by the Jade Sea which was unfinished. "The explorer who lived to tell the tale has not gone that far. I have read about this place. The water glows green at night. The grass grows black. Ancient dragons lurk in the cliff caves."

"Horrifying. I love it."

"Maybe we'll see it all and finish this map together."

Aemma tilted her head up at him, warmed to her very core. He had given this gift great thought and admiration. He said every word like it'd been destined, spoken about so much that it was bound to happen.

She reached up to touch his cheek out of pure habit, her eyes deeply moved. "Soon, my friend. Adventure calls to me every day."

He leaned his head upon her touch to press a deep kiss to her palm. As always, Aemma came apart with a huff and returned her hand to her neck. She hadn't yet come to familiarize herself with his impulsive touches.

"How much longer are you going to keep this up, hm?" he grunted, sitting by her side. He crossed his legs over the table, clutching a few berries in his hand. He appeared as a champion in his prime, so unguarded and free before her.

He spoke with a blackberry between his teeth and punctuated the sentence with a chew. "Personally I'd like to hurry this along, and have you as my wife by the end of this moon."

Aemma shifted her gaze back to the map, leaving him unanswered. He was prone to haranguing her of this wedding constituent. It gave her a piercing headache.

"See, that," he cited with a light accusatory finger. "You evade me."

She made a derisive noise at the back of her throat. "I do not. If anything, it's the contrary. I outface you."

"Yet you call me 'your friend'?"

"You are my friend. What else am I to call you?"

"Lord husband? My love. Dearest, perhaps."

She glanced at him impassively.

Aemond bared a mischievous smirk and chucked her cheek with a knuckle. "'Tis but a jest. Here, eat something."

He bit into half a blackberry and offered her the other half. She gaped at it like it was a Gordian knot for her to solve before hesitantly accepting the half-eaten blackberry.

Aemond regarded this with a furtive smile, as she pushed the fruit between her lips. He wanted his own soldered against hers, discovering what she hid away beneath with his tongue. He couldn't look away, every look of her was worth eyeteeth.

These recent nights Aemma seemed to haunt his dreams, not in the way he was accustomed to. Before, it was innocent. Immature in the face of fantasies. Now, he would imagine kissing her breathless, opening her bodice, brushing at the peaks of her breasts, getting mouthfuls of her warmly perfumed skin, gathering her skirts, pressing his lips to the seam between her legs, tasting her shocking sweetness, pulling out moan after moan from those lovely lips—then he would wake up with a start, the sun in his eyes and pouring with sweat. It got more unendurable, more debased as the nights wore on. He wondered if she dreamed of him, all the same.

Quietly, Aemma allowed herself some bread and cheese, nibbling on a few almonds and berries while continuing to inspect the old map. The wildness of not knowing what awaited her, the scaling mountains, soaring on Vhagar... but her concentration staggered, her mind kept sidling toward Aemond who continued to silently wag his feet and watch her every movement with marked care. As if she were a plump goat for sale.

She suddenly threw her hands in the air in frustration. "Aemond!"

He bit the inside of his cheek in amusement, blinking at her.

"You just—" She rolled her lips into her teeth to suppress her words. It seemed so silly to indict him for simply observing her. She inhaled deeply, collecting her thoughts before nodding to herself. She rolled up the map carefully and set it aside.

Aemond, sensing her gravity, set his feet back on the floor and straightened his spine. Aemma dragged her chair closer, facing him head-on. She held on to his hand, stroking the veins over the bones, and exhaled her unease.

"Closer," she beckoned.

He immediately complied, his nose inches away from hers. "Closer?"

She threw a withering look at him before itching her scar again.

He drew in an obsessive, faint inhale, filling his lungs with heady lavender. Some parts of him approved of that perfume too much. He stirred a little.

"What if I told you," Aemma drawled out quietly and looked around the room as if she were talking of treason, "that this whole matrimony custom is... I mean, the sept, the odd vows, Septas, strangers—I don't care for it. It's not what I want."

He instantly understood and a conviction washed over in his eyes. "Fuck the Faith. I'll have you the right way; the Valyrian way."

"You don't mean that." She looked down at their hands, her voice ragged and strained. "It is not within the law. Your mother and grandsire would be delirious."

He stroked his lip, musing to himself. "Hmm, well. Fuck them, too."

"Aemond," she sighed.

"We are the blood of the dragon, merely exercising discretion in our ancestral ways. 'Tis perfect, Aemma."

She was still hesitant. "What if—"

"I'm not about to resign you over to some northern scum because you think some shallow tradition is shit." He squeezed down on her hand to get her to look at him. "Is that what has been troubling you? You expected me to deny you this?"

She nodded, grimacing. "Anybody would've denied me this. Taboo."

He unclenched his jaw, relaxing a little. Aemond believed his heart would distend and crack right through his ribs. That was all the princess wanted from him. In fact, it was all he wanted from her. Aemma wanted Aemond as himself, all to herself. An austere, indestructible bind. He longed for nothing more.

Beside him, Aemma held her head in a hand, two fingers easing an ache between her eyes. This seemed to occur often, Aemond noticed, possibly a symptom of her dire fall on Driftmark.

He dropped to his knees, brushing the hair from her face. He'd rather not have her hiding her face from him, he's gone without seeing it for too long.

"Shall I call for the maester?"

"It'll fade shortly," she tiredly waved him off, "it's these damn walls, suffocating me. I need some fresh air."

He leaned in to press his lips to the scar above her eyebrow. Aemma's hand fisted against his collar, inhaling sharply, and minutely bringing him closer.

"Come with me," he whispered against her skin, breathing in her maddening scent. "Let's go on a jaunt."

Arm-in-arm, the prince and princess crossed Maegor's Holdfast to make their way down to the courtyard. Aemond hailed for his horse only for Aemma to cut in and request one for herself. She had a sly wink for him when the soldier left to heed his orders.

"Like you could outrun me," he contested with a prideful smirk as he fluidly mounted his horse.

"Is that a challenge?"

Her smile twisted in defiance, resting her forehead against the horse's, forming a tender bond, prior to effortlessly bestriding it. It was no easy feat, so captivating, especially with all those layers of skirts. She took her reins and moved to the wide-open front gates.

The pair shared a conspiratorial glimpse before they took off down the streets and out the King's Landing gates with a starting cry to their horses.

Aemond was quicker having been tirelessly trained for this mastery all his life, no doubt, but he delighted in Aemma's melodic laughter when she overtook him. It was a mild game of tag until the open fields past the barriers of the castle, with no eyes to witness their amity but the blazing sun. They slowed to trot when Aemond noticed Aemma was winded and struggling to catch her breath.

"You're right, my friend," she panted out loud, pressuring her abdomen.

"Always," he said, smug.

"No." She sucked in a deep breath. "I meant your outrageous proposal that day."

He waited for her to finish, thrown for a loop.

"None of those lords can truly discern my ideals." She shrugged. "How could they? No time nor distance will allow me to assume a single thought that is not us or ours. You matter to me, Aemond, more than I can bear."

Aemond clenched his reins tighter to hide the tremble in his fingers. He stared at her for the longest moment, her words eventually clicking into place. The world could've exploded beneath his feet, but the only sound that echoed was hers. When he opened his mouth to respond, she had silenced him to cup his unscathed cheek.

"I can't offer anything but myself in this marriage," she whispered. "I will promise to stand behind you and fight for you as a knight, take your side as a dear friend, and never part from you henceforth. I would be honoured to call you my husband."

An expectant pause flitted between them.

He leaned closer to her to mutter, "Get off the horse."

Her brows arched, agitated. "Did you even—"

"Get off the fucking horse, Aemma."

Dazed, she carelessly dismounted and faced him halfway. The intensity of feeling from Aemond's stormy single eye cowed her, but it wasn't until his lips found hers, urging them apart, that she was heady from it, vying for more, crashing harder into him. He kissed her deeply, softly, wildly, stopping at nothing even as their breaths came out as restless gasps and he could not bring her any closer to him. He had been starved of her, haunted by her, and this would never be enough.

She pulled away first to find her calm, leaning her forehead against his mouth. "So that's what it feels like," she sighed, laughing quietly.

He continued to coast little kisses wherever he could; her scar, her eyes, her temple, her nose; unable to suppress the grin on his lips. If this was what kissing her felt like, he was going to make up for all the lost time pursuing a lot more of this.

"This very evening," Aemond said, his tone final.

Aemma steadied her unwavering gaze on him.

"Come sundown, we will fly together to Dragonstone where you'll wed me before the old gods of Valyria." He stroked a thumb down her lips. "You'll be mine. No one can stop us hereafter."

She closed her eyes, smiling. "I like that."

"Tonight," he assured. Not in urgency, but a surety.

X

you can read part iv here!

[starksinthenorth]

what if the ages and friendship of Rhaenyra and Alicent actually shaped their characters instead of reducing their book personalities?

Rhaenyra aged up and friends with Alicent, who is her Canon book age of 18

Alicent as a lady-in-waiting to Aemma, having a private conversation about Rhaenyra after she goes to council. Alicent fluffs some pillows and Aemma says after the baby is born she’s finding Alicent a lord to marry cause she’s queen and Alicent is at that age

Rhaenyra looking up at Alicent as an older sister / mentor / role model. Viserys encouraging their friendship and saying why can’t you be more like Lady Alicent, she doesn’t arrive late, smell like dragon, etc.

Alicent telling her dad pre-Aemma death about Aemma’s offer of assistance, saying she wants to marry a high lord and going through some eligible men that currently exist (teeing up Rhaenyra’s prospects).

Otto looking contemplative at Aemma’s funeral when Alicent goes to comfort Rhaenyra and squeezes Viserys’ shoulder or the way or something

Viserys being his book age of 28-30 so it’s only a ten year gap and not as much of a focus on him being a weirdo

Alicent surprising Rhaenyra by being more assertive and pointing out that Rhaenyra hasn’t so much as asked how she is since Aemma’s death, because Rhaenyra is so self-focused, and calls herself an old maid. Rhaenyra saying they should run away and Alicent saying they should be more practical and she wants to rule a castle and lands at her husbands side

Laena arriving at court and being Rhaenyra’s age, and maybe already a dragon rider, and beefing with Alicent so Rhaenyra asks her to hangout, fly, etc. to petulantly get back at Alicent for their fight

Alicent not caring because she uses that time to talk to Viserys more

Alicent smiling triumphantly when she’s chosen as Viserys’ bride

Rhaenyra actually confronting Alicent about her “betrayal”

Alicent being fond of Viserys like that maggie Villeneuve picture that GRRM posted implies because they’re closer in age

Alicent pretty much immediately pushing for Aegon’s rights and beefing with Viserys and Rhaenyra over the throne

Alicent trying to marry Rhaenyra off to every possible lord, more aggressively in the books

Rhaenyra growing fond and more than fond of Laena and being at her side as she died

Alicent being horrified at Larys not for killing Hardin but for enabling Rhaenyra and Daemon to get together

Alicent trying to use her “friendship” with Rhaenyra as a tool to stop the war, because she understands war and conflict will be bloody, not because she wants to save Rhaenyra

Rhaenyra wanting her brothers dead for what they did to Luke, all of them, and being mad that the person killed was a kiddo and not someone who was an actual threat with a dragon. Maybe explicitly saying something about why didn’t they kill Helaena, who is more of a threat rn because Dreamfyre exists

A standoff when Rhaenyra is dressed as the septa and makes her plea as a friend of Alicent’s, telling her to stand down, because she is concerned about her own lack of dragons

Alicent responding with a speech about how self centered Rhaenyra was about her own wants, needs, desires, etc. and how blind she was to Alicent and who she was. And how their friendship could never be because of the class differences and how Rhaenyra knew nothing of Alicent’s ambitions or heart because she always viewed her as beneath

“the targaryens are closer to gods than men, you once told me. Well you envisioned yourself in the seven heavens and never noticed who I was.”

Alicent finding the prophecy on Aegon’s dagger and not caring because her child is the oldest son of the last king.

The last episode of season two being the siege and conquest of King’s Landing, where Alicent yields the city, and pleads with Rhaenyra to split the kingdoms like in the books

[violet-moonstone]

HTTYD Sibling/Family Relationships

Some things I wish we got more of in the franchise are A) family relationships, and B) other young people in Berk who are older or younger than the main 6 riders and Gustav.

We didn't, so here's my headcanons.

First one isn't very original because in the books Snotlout and Hiccup are related and Snotlout says he's "next in line" in THW but I would love it if Spitelout and Stoick were canonically brothers (or brothers-in-law!!!), making Hiccup and Snotlout cousins too. I want Hiccup and Snotlout, despite being only-children, to have grown up like brothers who can't stand each other. Before the events of HTTYD, Snotlout teases Hiccup about how he'll usurp him, but when Hiccup trains Toothless, the rivalry becomes even worse, as Snotlout finds himself in second place - this already happens to a certain extent in RoB/DoB, but now it's more pronounced. Them improving their relationship and avoiding the pitfalls of Stoick and Spitelout's rivalry is even more meaningful. Also as we know from comments Snotlout has made about sewing, his mother is a sweet lady who teaches her son crafts. Too good for Spitelout, tbh. Would be nice if she were also a fierce fighter who is super good at sewing too.

Fishlegs is a very protective older brother to a younger sister who is similarly sensitive and sweet. He, however, stops being sweet the second anyone poses emotional or physical danger to her. He loves taking her flying on Meatlug when she's still too small for her own dragon, and he's always teaching her dragon facts. I think his parents are very sweet as well. His mom is a super tall and busty Viking lady very while his dad is smaller. They're both sheep and yak farmers and not really the warrior type. Fishlegs got his love of animals from growing up on a farm.

Astrid is the youngest of at least 3 older siblings (either brothers or sisters, doesn't matter) who are all very accomplished. Each excels in either strength, intelligence, or stealth, but they're all pretty brave fighters in general. (I'm thinking she has at least one brother who is very strong but not super bright - big himbo energy. Ruffnut probably has a crush on him, and it creeps Astrid out). As the youngest, Astrid feels like she has to live up to and exceed all of their abilities. She also *hates* being the baby of the family, which is why she's so aggressive. One of her parents is doting (probably does something in crafting) while the other is very intense (a warrior).

Ruffnut and Tuffnut are the middle siblings of a huge-ass family and have lots of extended family as well. Literally everyone in their family is chaotic as hell in their own unique, Thorston way. They do everything from farming, fishing, smithing, fighting, etc, because there are so many of them. Berk is already a small community, and it's very common to have at least one Thorston relative somewhere in your family. Eventually, they have to identify Thorstons by jobs, landmarks, or well-known events (Those are the Baker Thorstons, or the Cliffside Thorstons, or the Thorstons-that-Ruined-Snoggletog, etc.)

[roses-for-readers]

Silent Treatment Part 5 ~ Mansk x Selective Mute Reader

Silent Treatment Masterlist Masterlist

Warnings: Small part of verbal aggression, very sad part of back story (I don't know if it's canon or not, but it fits well in the story so it stays)

Synopsis: After some time passes since the group claimed their Ikrans, Mansk and the Reader have an emotional conversation.

It had been a few weeks since the Recoms had each claimed their ikrans. Spider and I had taken the lead on showing them all how to properly care for and respect the creatures. There had been a few incidents the first few days, but luckily it was nothing too extreme. It was all mostly the fact the Remcoms would make eye contact with someone else's ikran and they would get a few stratches.

At the moment, we were all outside as Quaritch came up with formations they would be using to fly as a group. Spider was sitting close to them but he didn't seem too concerned about paying much attention. Probably due to the fact he would be a rider to Quaritch like I would be with Mansk.

I was peacefully sitting with the ikrans close by to get some personal time. Finding a bit of pesce in the company of the familiar creatures compared to how some of the men had been acting recently. Though I just believe that it was how they were choosing to deal with how hard they were being pushed by their General lady.

A small sigh passes through my lips as I roll my neck slowly. Feeling some of the tension crack away from the movement. I only stop doing that when one of the ikrans let's out a quiet noise. Looking over, Mansk's ikran is tilting his head as it blinks at me. I try to remain respectful by keeping my gaze down, but he doesn't seem to like that I wasn't giving him the acknowledgement that was desired.

Moving away from the rest of the creatures, Mansk's ikran came over and curled itself around my body. Letting out a few noises, he carefully nudged my head before laying back down with his head on my lap. I smile down at the ikran before moving a hand to stroke its neck. I feel a small rumble reverberate through its body as I continue to basically pet the ikran.

This goes on for a few minutes before the other ikrans take notice and began to slowly come over as well. They all basically form a semicircle around me before casually laying back down. They occasionally nip at one another when they begin to get too close for their personal liking. But after some time, every one of them was able to find a relatively decent amount of distance between all of them beforeresting again.

I chuckle quietly as I carefully lean back to rest against Mansk's ikran. Being extra cautious so I don't put myself in a situation that could make it feel any discomfort. That also included moving my hand to rest in my lap so I was no longer petting it. The creature seems to not like that as it moves around its head underneath my arm once again. It makes a small clicking noise while gently nudging my stomach before resting on my lap once again.

"What kind of bullshit is that?" I turn my head over at the sound of Lyle's voice, expecting him to be talking about some flying method that Quaritch had drawn up. Instead, he was looking over at me with a look that seemed to be both disbelief and offense. "We almost get our eyes scratched out for looking at the wrong one, and you basically have them all curled in your lap as they take a nap."

Everyone else turns to look over when they hear Lyle's complaints. Half of them have similar reactions to Lyle, but Quaritch and Mansk seem almost impressed by the situation. Spider was the only one with a sad expression on his face, remembering the reason why they were being so kind towards me compared to the rest of the soldiers.

"Maybe it's the fact she's taken care of those creatures before? They could just feel comfortable being around her due to experience." Z-Dog tries to put in her opinion on why they could be acting the way they were. Though I could tell she was even skeptical about her own idea on what was happening.

Lyle scoffed as he waved his hand in my direction. "No, I'm calling fucking bullshit! There is no way she can be doing this without sedating them in some way. Whatever she's doing isn't natural!"

His yelling seemed to awaken all of the ikran, because they all lifted their heads up to look at Lyle. Mansk's ikran had even pushed its body up before letting out a screech. The rest followed after with their own calling, but they stayed resting on the ground for the moment. Lyle's own ikran even hissed at its rider with extreme aggression for his actions.

I quickly stood up to prevent any injuries that could occur for any of the Recoms if the behavior continued. All the creatures turned their heads as they followed my movements so they would be facing away from the soldiers, except for Mansk's. He continued to stare straight at Lyle as if he was about to attack. Moving my hand up, I gently grab hold of the side of its face before turning the creature to face me. Shushing it quietly as it let out a low growl as I rub my hand along its neck. He tried turning his head back around again, but I kept firm with my hold as I put out heads together.

He let out a soft chirp like noise before pushing against my head to move down and nuzzle my neck. A sigh of relief left my body as I looked back over to the soldiers. Most of them seemed to be in shock of the fact I got them all to calm down so easily.

"It's a Na'vi thing. They are just trying to keep (Y/n) safe from potential threats." Spider was quick to explain to the soldiers with minimum details. I give him a look of appreciation for his discretion of their behavior towards me.

"We're a threat to her? Us? The very people who tamed those things and have been training them to follow our orders?" Lyle sounded even more offended by this than he was at the beginning.

Spider shrugged as he tried to explain a little better. "It's just a behavior thing. You won't really get it, but they are trying to keep her from potentially getting hurt. That's really all there is to why they are acting like this."

Quaritch looks over at me again before letting out a sigh. "Alright, I think that's enough for today. Everyone, meet back up at the gym in an hour sharp. I am expecting you to give it your best. If one of you doesn't, you'll be running a three miles in the forest."

Everyone gave one last look to their leader before going to get ready for their training session. Spider gave me one last sad look before walking off with the Colonel into the facility.

Mansk walked over to me with Lyle and Z-Dog following close behind. They stand on the outside of the circle of creatures. I pat Mansk's ikran one last time before walking over to the small group.

Lyle glares over at his ikran as it looks back at him with its head tilted. "Traitor." The creature just let's out a quiet hiss before laying back down with the rest.

I cover my mouth to keep from laughing at him to his face. Z-Dog flat out snickered at him with a small nudge. "Even your ikran likes her more than you. And you two are bonded together for life. That must hurt, buddy boy."

I couldn't contain the small laugh at that passed my lips, causing Lyle to glare at me a little. Raising my hand up in a defensive manner, I mouth 'sorry' as I try to bite back my grin.

"It was really impressive though. How you got them all to calm down like that." Mansk was looking over at the creatures before looking back at me. I give him a bashful grin as I look down at the ground with a shrug.

"Oh look at our animal whisperer being so modest." Z-Dog teased lightly as she nudged the men on either side of her. She still has a smile on her face, but her tone becomes a bit more serious when she continues. "Come on, tell us the secret. How were you able to get them to be so obedient for you? Some kind of food or a way you touched them?"

I start to become uncomfortable with the questions she was asking. I shrugged my shoulders again as I looked back at them. Lyle seemed confused by the change in my attitude while Z-Dog looked at me in disbelief, opening her mouth again to continue pushing the topic.

"I have to grab something from my room before training. Come on, (Y/n)." Mansk spoke up suddenly, but I nodded my head immediately at the chance to get out of the conversation. I gave a small wave to the both of them before following after Mansk.

The walk to his room was quiet, but not awkward in anyway. We passed by a couple of the regular soldiers as we went, receiving a second glance from a few of them. It had only taken a few minutes to get to our destination before he opened the door for me to go in. That was a weird thing about him, he refused to let me enter or leave his room after him. I never gave much thought on why he did it and just went along with it, as he would just wait until I gave up if I didn't do it.

Figuring he was going to change his clothing or something, I moved over to the bed in order to climb onto my bunk. But Mansk stopped me after he closed the door by putting his hand on my shoulder. I looked at him, feeling nervous with the look in his eyes. It reminded me of when dad and mom would sit me down for an important talk.

He opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, seeming to try and find the right words for his thoughts. After a minute of doing this, he guided me to sit down on his bed, which caused me to feel more anxious.

With a small sigh, he looked me in the eyes as he sat beside me. "I know that something is wrong. Spider told us that the ikrans will stay close to their riders until the end. But I haven't seen yours come around here or out in the forest. I know that it would have found you by now to be with you again. You also got a really weird look on your face earlier when Z-Dog was asking her questions. (Y/n), what happened before you joined us? Why hasn't your ikran come around to find you?"

My throat tightens as I look away from him. Holding onto my thighs, I take deep breaths as I try to fight back the memories that flood through my mind. Tears sting at the corner of my eyes as I cry out, "It was all my fault."

Mansk reached over to move my face to look at him again. He appeared concerned seeing me begin to cry from the conversation. The only time I had cried while under his care was the very first night I was captured. And even that hadn't lasted more than a few minutes.

"Hey, it's alright. Just take a deep breath and start wherever you feel comfortable with. Okay?"

I nod my head as I take a few deep breaths. Blinking away some of the tears as I fight to say the words through the feeling of being nauseous. "There was a raid and I was on look out. A sky person ship appeared suddenly and I tried to fly away. But Xenra... she just... she couldn't..."

Mansk cups my cheek when I start to hyperventilate. He patiently waits for me to look back at him again with a soft expression. His voice was basically a whisper when he finally asked, "Xenra was your ikran right?" I slowly nodded my head at the question. "She died in the raid, didn't she?"

I began to sob when he had correctly guessed what had occurred. He pulled me to his chest so he could hold me. I wrapped my arms around him as I cried into his shoulder as he held onto him as tight as I could while he rubbed my back.

"It's okay. I've got you right now. It's just us so let it all out." Mansk's voice was gentle as he consoled me. Just like mom and dad had done the night the incident happened. I tried taking some deep breaths to calm down, but it only made me become even more frantic with my breathing.

"Hey, hey it's alright." Mansk pulls me back just enough so he can place his hand on my chest. "Just take a deep breath in and hold it for a few seconds, okay? Then let it out and do it a few more times. Follow how I do it."

I focus on him as be begins to do the breathing technique. The first few tries ended up with me crying harder than before. But Mansk is patient and went at my pace until only a few hiccups disrupted my newly calm demeanor.

"There you go, baby girl. Everything's alright, you just needed a minute. Just keep breathing and I will be right here with you." His voice was encouraging as he wiped away the remaining tears from my cheek. He didn't push for me to further explain anything about the situation, Mansk just sat with me as he made sure I was keeping my breathing even.

I sniffle a little as I slightly gesture with my hand near my lap, trying to help explain a little further I depth. "Eywa connects all. She feels and welcomes all in death and so animals also-"

"(Y/n), you don't need to explain it to me. The only thing I want to know is if you are okay right now. It doesn't matter if I get an explanation or not, my only concern is you being able feel alright enough before anything else happens outside this room. You got that?"

I let out a sigh as he cuts me off. Feeling an unexpected sense of security with him. Leaning into him again, I place my head on his shoulder as I hug him again. Welcoming his comfort without having to worry about judgment on his end from how I was feeling.

Mansk wraps his arms around me in return, resting a hand reluctantly on my head. "I'm right here if you need me for anything. Just let me know and I'll be right by your side, baby girl."

My brows furrow together as he repeats the phrase from earlier. I frown as I say the words back to him in a whisper, unsure on if I have the correct translation down. "Baby girl?"

He clears his throat softly as he runs his fingers across my hair. "It's just a human nickname that people use for one another. I didn't really think about it before call you that. I won't call you that in front of everyone else, or I just won't call you that if you don't want me to."

"It's fine, just different." I rub my eyes after being able to calm down for the most part. I give him a smile to express my gratitude for letting me get so emotional and clingy. He returns it with his own half grin as he places a gentle pat on my back.

He stands up as soon as he touches my forehead for a second and heads into the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the silence, leading me to believe he was about to take a shower. But it shut off just as quickly before Mansk walked back out with a damp towel in his hand. Tilting my head up by lightly gripping my chin, he began to wipe my cheeks and around my eyes.

The cloth was comfortablely warm against my skin, causing me to close my eyes with a sigh. I heard him chuckle softly as he continued to lightly drag the cloth across my face. "You really like this, don't you? I guess I can't really blame you for that though. I used to love it when my mom did the same thing for me when I was younger."

I open an eye to look at him, only to be greeted with a gentle grin on Mansk's face. He seemed so focused in the moment that it took him a minute or two before he realized that I was looking at him again. I sent him a smile of my own as I leaned further into his touch.

"Feeling all better now?" He tone had a slightly teasing edge in it, but the look in his eyes showed that he was genuinely curious about the answer. I give a soft hum in acknowledgement to his question. "Good to hear. Do you think you'll be up to going to the training room with everyone else around?"

I thought it over for a few seconds before nodding my head to show my approval for the idea. Figuring it wouldn't do much good to be left alone in the room by myself for who knows how long. Mansk gave a small nod as he grabbed the edge of one of the blankets he has on his bunk. He then carefully pressed it around on my face to dry off the water that had accumulated on my skin.

"There. Now none of them will be able to tell that you had cried." Mansk gave a small pat to my head before setting the blanket back down. Reaching over to his nightstand, he grab a water bottle and opened it before handing it to me. "You should drink a little before we get going. I have to change real fast, then we can leave to meet everyone else."

As I took the bottle from his hand, Mansk moved over to the closet to pull out a few clothes and headed into the bathroom. I took a few drinks of water as I patiently sat on his bed. Glancing at random things in the room until the door opened once again and Mansk walked back in a pair of shorts and what I had once heard Z-Dog call a tank top.

I take in the sight of how tightly the shirt fits around his upper body. I had seen him without a shirt on when we would go to sleep at night, but that wasn't a new sight for me. I had grown up with people who wore clothes the represented titles and covered enough to maintain a sense of modesty. However, seeing him in that outfit caused my stomach to churn in a way that I wasn't familiar with.

Mansk noticed my gaze, but seemed to take it a different way than my original thought process. "I know it probably looks weird for me to wear this. But it's comfortable to wear with how hot it can get in the gym. Most of the guys don't wear shirts, though you probably are used to seeing that with the Na'vi choice of clothing. No offense."

I shrug my shoulders at the comment before standing up from the bed. Looking over the outfit one more time before meeting his gaze. Locking eyes as we send each other small grins with our own meanings behind them.

Mansk reached a hand out and ruffled my hair. I swatted his hand away with a playful hiss, causing him to laugh at my reaction while raising his hands in surrender. "Alright, you win. I won't mess your little head again."

Nodding his head toward the door, he put his hands back down with a grin. He walked over and put his hand on the handle before looking back over at me. "Time to go baby girl."

~~

Hey! I know that it took longer to post this than I had said, but some things came up unexpectedly so I didn't have as much motivation to finish this chapter than when I started. And I know it's slightly shorter than the rest of the chapters, but I wanted to give you all something. I will get to work on the next part as soon as possible for everyone. As always, have a good day and enjoy reading!

[the-fiction-witch]

HorseBack

Media Godless

Character Whitey Winn

Couple Whitey X Reader

Rating Smutty

I walked through the dusty desert, my wrists tied with rope so tightly I had no chance of escape, the rope attached to the saddle of the horse I was forced to walk beside. I glanced at the brown horse and its rider who sat atop it, He sat on his horse in his dirty and dusty brown leather boots, tight textured pants, a button down so dirty its original colour may have been lost to time, an off green jumper with half buttons, and a dirty old hat. He saw me and smirked slyly.

"Yes, little lady?"

"How much further to this place?"

"Labelle is a few more miles away"

"Can I at least get on the horse?"

"Sorry little lady not gonna happen"

"But my feet hurt"

"maybe ya should have thought about that before ya did what ya did"

"They got what they deserved" I rolled my eyes

"That's why ya walkin'"

"Please"

"Ya promise to behave yourself, little lady?"

"yes" I sighed

"Alright" he smirked stopping the horse and tapping the saddle he sat on

I rolled my eyes but climbed onto the horse sitting in front of him he quickly grabbed the reins making sure I didn't get a chance to do anything and we continued on through the dust for a good while

"How much longer?" I asked

"a little while longer little lady" he smirked "Don't worry we'll get to Labelle soon, and then you'll have ya own little cosy cell"

"Exciting" I sighed "How long for?"

"Well we'll have a word with the sheriff and see what he says"

I pouted and just sat trying to plan my way out of this

"Don't pout little lady, I promise it'll be a very nice cell"

"No reason for me to be excited"

"Well I'll be here to take care of ya"

"Take care?" I glared over my shoulder

"Won't that be fun?" He smirked his hands moving back to stroke my waist and hips

"What do you think you're doing deputy boy!"

"Just entertainin' myself on the journey" He smirked running his hands all over my waist and hips getting more and more aggressive "You know, I could trade ya cell for a nice cosier bed" He smirked moving a little closer and his hands moving from my waist to my breasts groping and squeezing my chest

“What the hell!” I complained

“If ya keep nice and quiet I’ll make sure you’re not in the cell too long” he smirked fondling and groping my breasts “Wouldn’t that be nice little lady?”

“Just get it over with deputy boy” I sighed

“Awww come on cute little lady” he cooes squeezing them more “Just tryin' to have some fun” he smirked “Or should we have a little more intense fun” he smirked moving a hand under my dress until he found my undergarments stroking my pussy softly “That sound nice” he smirked as I leant my head against his shoulder

“Fine” I smirked “so long as I don’t have to spend time in the cells?”

“Deal” he smirked 

[hetalia-club]

Alright I'm ready to start showing off my Hetalia GOT CK3 mod set up.

Going to start off with: The Tyrell Family

Their goal: Take the seven Kingdoms with fire and blood, but with style. The Tyrell family have the best dragons in the game, they jut got really lucky. and as to not cheat I didn't nuke their stats any I felt it wasn't fair to nerf them, they just got the luck of the roll. Like if they die no one is re-taming these dragons they will just have to go wild no way they will be caught again. All Dragons were given garden inspired names.

First off for our dynasty head/ playing character we have France, AKA King Francis Tyrell, first of his name, King of the Mander & High Lord of High Garden.

King Francis is a: Diligent, Trusting, Lustful, Diplomat. Who is Chivalrous, fashionable, Loyal, Beautiful and of course a dragon rider. He is married to Queen Lady Teora Hightower. He is a Reachman and follows teh Faith of teh Seven, has with the father as his Patron cosuing on Law and Order.

His Dragon is a red and black dragon named Roseheart. Roseheart is an Imperious, voracious, calculating and feral dragon. It does not like taking commands and is very mean. Will kill people who wander too close to it and is happy to go into war. But he/she get along very well with Francis.

Next up: Ser Prince Lovino II Tyrell (Romano) Ser Lovino is: Stubborn and Gregarious. He is gallant, a rough terrain expert, a Knight, a twin (with Itay), Handsome, a trained fighter, a tourney knight and of course a Dragon rider. He is a Reachman and follows the Faith of the Seven and is heir to High Garden and the Kingdom. He is best friends with Alfred Lannister and is currently living at Casterly Rock as the ward to Ludwig Lannister.

His Dragon is name Orchidshadow and is a pitch black dragon with bright purple wings and blue eyes. Orchidshadow is a magnificent dragon known for its beauty, aggressive, defiant, Imperious. Orchidshadow is bad tempered but a trained dragon none the less it will take a command but not without some push back. Because his dragon is so beautiful and feared Lovino receives a monthly bonus to his renown. (This is a male dragon)

Next up: Prince Feliciano Tyrell (Italy) Prince Feliciano is a : Gregarious, Cowardly, Trusting and Forgiving. He is a Scholar, an Open Terrain expert, fashioned, a twin, handsome, a fighter, a squire, a tourney knight and a Dragon rider. Feliciano is a Reachman and follows teh Faith of the Seven.

The largest and most vicious dragon house Tyrell is a light pink dragonwith white wings and pale blue eyes ridden by Feliciano named Thornbloom. Thronbloom is a Titanic Lavithian, Impulsive, Accepting, Aggressive and is a Wild Dragon. This Dragon does not like anyone but Feliciano, if it goes wild it WILL stay that way. He will not go in the dragon pits but spends a lot of time with Feliciano who he is very protective over. He will eat you if you upset Feliciano. He goes into battle with Feliciano happily keeping him safe in the air while he burns everyone on the ground. On my three start ups I've done I was killed by this dragon twice once on the ground and the second time it bit my dragon in half in a sky battel. A great secret weapon for house Tyrell. (This is a male dragon) on my third go I have decided to just not fuck with house Tyrell yet… idk what I’ll do about them but they are the biggest challenge and it’s these two right here. The reason I say it can’t go in the pit is because in the first play thought it killed France when he went in there and the second it killed all of Romanos kids who were in there for other reasons.

Next up: Prince Romeo Tyrell (Seborga) Prince Romeo is Trusting and Forgiving. He is a Fashionable, Handsome, a trained fighter and a dragon rider. Romeno is a Reachman and follows The Faith of the Seven.

Ashbloom; a Dusky Purple and pale green dragon is the dragon ridden by Romeno Tyrell. Ashbloom is a younger dragon but is an asset in battle. Cooperative, Supporting, Friendly and Voracious yet is feral. Though only ten Romeo is not afraid to fly along side his brothers into war on teh back of his small yet fearsome dragon. (This is a male dragon)

Next: Prince Ser Roderich Tyrell (Austria) Prince Roderich: An Arrogant and Temperate Diplomat. He is Chivalrous, Fashionable, beautiful, a Trained fighter, a Knight, A war Logician and a Dragon Rider. He is married to Lady Tesha Tarly, is a Reachman and follows the Faith of the Seven.

Breaking the tradition of naming Dragons after Garden themes Prince Roderich rides Requiem: A Pale purple and white dragon. Requiem is Accepting, Voracious and socialized. He likes being ridden and he likes being around other people and Dragons. (I don't know the gender of this dragon)

Lastly: Lady Laura Tyrell (Belgium) Lady Laura is: Charming, Honest, Gregarious and a Dragon Rider. She's a Reachman and follows the Faith of the Seven.

Laura is too young to have a dragon but is set to train Ivy dancer: a Green and lime dragon located in the pits of High Garden. Being Born in the pits Ivydancer is the most well behaved and socialized dragon owned by the Tyrells. She is young yet she is Friendly, Accepting and is a Nobel dragon meaning She will take any command even fly straight into certain death if her rider commands it. (This is a female dragon and laid eggs in one of my play throughs)

The three claimable dragons placed into the pits: Petalwing (Dusty Pink and Black): Blood Thirsty, Cooperative, Supporting and Trained. Lilacfyre (Lilac and Gold): Reserved, Aggressive, Imperious, Trained and Spindly Vineclaw (Olive Green and Orange): Friendly, Supporting, Defiant and Fearl

[elvis1970s]

On October 14th, 1976, Elvis set off on a fourteen-day tour, kicking off with two nights at the 20 000 seat Chicago Stadium. This is a great quality soundboard of the second night in Chicago, missing just Zarathustra and See See Rider, and a portion of Love Letters. It’s an enjoyable show in front of a big, happy audience.

Opening night was reviewed in the Chicago Daily News, under headlines 'Elvis still fits into his fancy suit', and ‘Rest easy ladies, Elvis is not as fat as you feared.’

"…The King of Rock 'n' Roll returned to Chicago Stadium Thursday night, and revealed to the sell-out crowd that he still can fit into his patented high-collar, flare-leg, glitter-encrusted suits and look OK. His girdle seemed to hamper him only when he bent down to kiss an adoring woman fan…Still, an Elvis Presley concert is an experience: partly musical, partly nostalgic, partly carny hucksterism and pure money…"

The article described in some detail the merchandising operation, the ever present aggressive hawking of ‘super souvenirs’, and identified the audience as ‘solidly middle-America; virtually all white, including young children and grandparents’.

"…During the early part of his performance, it was difficult to hear Elvis above the band. As the sound cleared up, though, it was clear that he remains in fine voice. No matter what else one says about him, there's no doubt Mr. Presley can sing a song…"

Chicago Stadium was one of the biggest arenas to host the Elvis show in the 70s, other than a one-off New Year's Eve audience of 62 000 at the Pontiac Silverdome. Elvis played Chicago seven times over three engagements between 1972 and 1977. He was back in Chicago again six months after these shows, for two more sold out performances at the end of April 1977.

Chicago Stadium was, according to reports, demolished in 1995 and is now a parking lot.

[omargaret]

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON / ASOIAF VERSE, SETTINGS : ASSHAI,  WESTEROS,  ETC. NOTE : MARGARET’S HOUSE WILL ALWAYS BE PLOT DEPENDENT.

margaret of house (??), born daino of asshai was conceived through the careful planning, magic - wielding,  &  dark witchcraft of an unchecked, radical sect of the red priests of r'hllor. [the intention behind margaret’s conception being the eventual birth of her son - the catalyst for the long night] both margaret & her child would be of the same parentage, fathered by (THE GREAT OTHER) under the control of the red sect & spelled to do their bidding. they remain hidden within the darkness of stygai, the corpse city. upon her birth, margaret is integrated into house ??, believed to be the new born daughter of the lord & his lady wife. in truth, their daughter did not survive the birth & was skillfully replaced with the fire priests’ creation. margaret does not have an easy youth, her hallucinations, night terrors, & aggressive outbursts ALL SIDE EFFECTS OF HER DARK CAPABILITIES, [x] result in a severe level of inflicted control. she is often locked in her rooms & sometimes restrained to the bed if her behavior is uncontrollable. margaret, every so often, speaks or yells in a strange, unfamiliar language (the language of asshai). though she never remembers these moments  &  cannot speak the language at will.

eventually, margaret is extracted & taken back to asshai to unknowingly copulate with the great other, her father, & conceive the shadow. (THE SHADOW OF THE GREAT OTHER WILL BE SACRIFICED DURING THE LONG NIGHT - SIGNIFYING AN END TO THE LASTING OPPOSITION OF THE LORD OF LIGHT, AZOR AHAI) most of margaret’s time back in asshai is filled with pain, betrayal, & confusion as she is forced to come to terms with the truth of her origins. despite having a deep, intrinsic knowledge that she did not belong in westeros, she never would have guessed that the very blood running through her veins,  the magic imbued into her bones would be cause for such revulsion, born of the utter perversion of sorcery and the red god. [due to the influence of the magic of the great others, margaret is automatically disliked by dragons. they can sense / smell it in her blood] despite being loyal to team black, margaret takes great care to keep out of their path. her one & only run in with a dragon would have been the end of her if not for the intervention of their rider.

in the chaos following the birth of her son, margaret flees the shadowlands to sothoryos. not knowing any better, she heads directly for wyvern point, where many have met their end. in the cover of night, she's happened upon by one of the dreaded shadow - wing wyvern, of which she's only heard tales. she accepts her fate, closing her eyes in surrender before the wyvern settles in beside her, watching over her all night. now, she is free to escape anywhere she wants.

(the last bit is purely self serving & basically goes against the book canon notion that any amount of wyvern population in an inhabited area would lead to the total wiping out of any current residents. in my mind / verse, this is overshadowed by margaret's bond to the wyvern.)

[archiveocs]

Brianna “Dark Lady” Moores

Basic Info for Brianna “Dark Lady” Moores

Full name: Brianna Elizabeth Moore

Nicknames: Bri, Brienne and Warrior princess, Punisher [Female], Evil Exterminator, Knight of Hell, Dark Justice and Dark Lady

Age: 25 years old

Date of birth: August 13 , 1998

Place of birth: New York, USA

Gender/Pronouns: Female • She/Her

Sexuality: heterosexual

Relationship: Dating

Species: Human

Likes: Martial arts, rock music, action movies, Japanese food, gratuitous violence, spiders

Hobbies: Training martial arts, reading manga, watching action movies, cooking, reading books, listening to music (Rock) and painting

Occupation: Martial arts instructor, professional fighter

Strengths: Strength, speed, agility, endurance, reflexes, balance, accelerated healing, fire manipulation, fire resistance, fire generation, temperature control, teleportation, invisibility, telekinesis, telepathy

Weaknesses: Arrogant, impulsive, stubborn, easily manipulated by people she trusts

Physical Characteristics and Appearance:

Alive/Dead: Alive

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 130 lbs

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Hair Style: Long straight hair, usually tied in a ponytail or braid

Face Shape: Oval

Eye Color: Dark Brown

Body Type: Athletic

Dominant Hand: Right

Tattoos: A dragon tattoo on the back and a revenge skull tattoo on the arm can be a more discreet way to represent Brianna’s revenge, but still visible enough to make an impact. Weapons can symbolize the tools Brianna will use to get revenge, such as knives, guns, or even her own weapons.

Voice (tone, rhythm, etc.): Low and husky, Dark and mysterious, Confident and assertive, Sarcastic and ironic, Slow and deliberate, Intense and passionate, Monotone and expressionless, Accent, Stuttering or hesitation, and Dramatic pauses

Fashion Sense and Style: Brianna Moores by Inspired by the Punisher and Ghost Rider:

Punisher:

Dark Colors: Brianna takes inspiration from the Punisher's dark color palette, using black, gray, and navy blue as her predominant colors.

Military Clothing: Brianna wears military clothing such as cargo pants, bomber jackets, and combat boots to reflect the Punisher's practical and utilitarian style.

Tactical Accessories: Brianna wears tactical accessories such as holsters, utility belts, and gloves to prepare for combat.

Skull Symbols: Brianna uses skull symbols on her clothing and accessories to pay homage to the Punisher and his quest for vengeance.

Ghost Rider:

Leather Jacket: Brianna wears a black leather jacket like the Ghost Rider, which is fire-resistant and offers protection during motorcycle chases.

Leather Pants: Brianna wears black leather pants to match the jacket and ensure comfort and flexibility while riding.

Chains and Spikes: Brianna uses chains and spikes on her clothing and accessories to reflect the Ghost Rider's rebellious and aggressive style.

Flames: Brianna uses flame details on her clothing and accessories to symbolize the Ghost Rider's supernatural power.

Shoe size: 38

Other characteristics:

Languages spoken: English, Japanese

Accent: American

Personality type: INTJ (Introverted, Intuitive, Thinking, Judging)

Cultural background: American

Residence: New York, USA

Speech patterns: Direct and concise, Brutal and honest, Sarcastic and ironic, Self-deprecating and Laconic

Frequently used phrases/words:“ Revenge is a dish best served cold.”

"I'm not a hero. I'm a vigilante."

"Death doesn't scare me. It sets me free."

"I'm the worst thing that ever happened to you."

"You're about to make a big mistake."

Zodiac: Leo

Sense of humor: Sarcasm, Irony and Self-Deprecation

Relationships:

Friends: Johnny Cage, Kenshi, Takeda Takahashi, Kuai Liang - Sub Zero/Scorpion

Enemies: The criminal organization "The Hand"

Family (and family dynamics): Father drunk (Dead by Brianna), mother (dead), younger sister (dead) and younger brother (dead)

Birth order: Oldest

Best friends: Johnny Cage, Kenshi and Kuai Liang - Sub Zero/Scorpion

Close friends: Takeda Takahashi

Abilities:

Special powers: Fire manipulation, fire resistance, fire generation, temperature control, teleportation, invisibility, telekinesis, telepathy

Fighting style: Taekwondo, Muay Thai, Karate, Krav Maga, Kung Fu and Wushu

Skills: Martial arts, sword fighting, Smoke bombs, guns and knife

Entertainment:

Favorite TV shows: Daredevil (2015-2018), Jessica Jones (2015-2019) The Punisher (2017-2019), Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (2013-2020)

Favorite games: Call Of Duty, Metal Gear Solid, Doom, and Bayonetta

Favorite book: The Lord of the Rings

Favorite Movies: John Wick (2014), Kill Bill: Volume 1 (2003) e Volume 2 (2004), Mad Max: Fury Road (2015) , The Raid: Redemption (2011) and The Bourne Identity (2002)

Other favorites:

Favorite food: Sushi

Favorite drink: Coffee and Scotch whiskey

Favorite place: Japan

Favorite animal: Dragon and Cat

Favorite color: Black

Favorite song: "Bodies - Drowning Pool" and Downfall" by Children of Bodom

Favorite band: Deftones and Children of Bodom

Favorite weather: Rainy

Favorite season: Fall

Favorite holiday: Halloween

Transformation:

Brianna decided to change her life after a near-death experience.

She left the gang and began working to rehabilitate herself.

She found solace in music and art.

She developed a strong sense of justice and decided to fight against injustice and corruption.

She became a vigilante and began hunting down the criminals who wronged her.

Motivation:

Brianna is driven by her quest for revenge against those who have wronged her.

She is also driven by her desire to protect the innocent and fight injustice.

She believes the world needs people like her to do what is right, even if it means breaking the rules.

Strengths:

Brianna is a strong and determined fighter.

She is intelligent, cunning, and resourceful.

She is brave and fearless.

She is loyal to those she trusts.

She has a strong sense of justice

She has difficulty forgiving herself and others.

Her inspirations

[milfyclaus]

" your grace - " our lady moves like the mother herself; swift and sure but never rushed, never as aggressive as the warrior or as nervous as the maiden; poised and graceful when she takes @doloridis arm in her own, falling in to step beside her easily. and was it so different, all those short years ago, when she had walked next to a queen recently crowned, when they had both been young? and there is a part of her that knows they had been too young - too young to marry, too young to have so many children. what has been done is done - and if the good lady continues to look to the past, she will be lost to it; but the future, too, seems bleak - uncertain; clouded by a storm she knows is brewing. " i must congratulate you - on prince aemond's claiming of vhagar. the paramount of all the dragons; no less than he deserves. he is a fine boy, your second. " tactfully, our lady does not mention many things - the claiming occurring during the rider's funeral, the fight that had occurred in the night between royal children. that same second son, now scarred; the princess, bleeding - and the queen, armed with a blade. all things she had not seen, but had no less heard whispers of - and though the good lady listens; she is, above all, silent.

briefly, her hand squeezes alicent's arm; the gesture meant to comfort, meant to convey things she cannot say. i understand your anger. i would have done the same. all things she would chastise herself for later; all things that she - no, they - ought to be above. alicent, more so; the head of the realm and all its circles; a paragon for all women to strive to be. it is a pity that the fury of a mother is never accounted for; and her jaw clenches, slides - glancing up ( always up ) at the queen briefly, taking her in. she has cut her hair. " i hope he is... i hope that he is healing well, you grace. he was always a robust child... with the help of the maesters he will be set to... rights soon. " a pause, brow furrowing - and she takes another breath, voice dropping - soft and sure. " ...how are you faring, alicent? "

[tgrailwar-zero]

Rider, after we deal with Caster, do you think you'll be able to convince Saber over to our side, or at least have him stand down while we collect the Keys given what we know?

Going over to help him could give us a really good opportunity to get some heat off our backs. Plus, the golden rule about Casters is that you NEVER EVER let them have time to set up on you if you want to survive. The faster we take her out, the better our chances of living long enough to get those keys.

Plus, they'll be a lot easier to get when we don't have to worry about Caster AND the Lair Servant at the same time.

"It depends. I'm sure he'd be willing to compromise if we assist him. Perhaps not enough to join us, but if he takes control of the Red Faction again, he can steer away aggression. He doesn't seem like the type to go back on his word, or to be ungrateful. Lady Caster is dangerous, though. Perhaps I accidentally wandered into her territory, or was weakened by my journey, but I needed to force the last of my mana to use my Noble Phantasm in order to survive. She's not to be taken lightly."

[writingsfromspace]

Gallimimus are very speedy, and they home, much like a certain real-world/modern-day dinosaur, which is why they similarly get used as messengers!

Unfortunately they are rather big, so the way to get them to whichever outposts or whatever they're supposed to home to their courier station from is to pony them. With another Gallimimus, naturally. They are not very good at being ridden, and courier rider is a profession in its own right. While obviously the riders can also carry messages while they're on their way, for the most part they transport the Gallimimus themselves.

A homing Gallimimus will enter its courier station through what station staff lovingly call "the mailbox" - a system of gates they can enter on their own, but can't leave. Water and food are available 24/7 for animals arriving after what might be a considerable journey while they wait to be collected - depending on the size and importance of the station, this may happen as soon as they arrive, only during the day, or at intervals.

Naturally not all individual Gallimimus are equally suitable for the job as a messenger. Mainly this is determined by their behaviour when stationed at whatever outpost they're stationed at - some home so aggressively they are difficult to keep until their service is needed, while some rare specimens just go "I live here now" and never home. The latter are often adopted by some wealthy noble to "save" them and make the local news as "the worst messenger alive."

Anyway I know all this because (one of?) Ignaz' current lady friend(s) is a former courier rider and current manager of one of the city's courier stations. Her official title may be captain.

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Wreckage

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Rating: 15+ Because cussing and gore Authors notes: This is some original fiction that I have wrote and been developing for 20+ years. Welcome to the world of reapers

Summary: To say open season being declared on the reapers was the worst thing to happen to them, is a pretty underwhelming statement. To say Open season being declared was more of a shit storm, is a little more accurate.

Warnings: More blood people!

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To say Open season being declared on the reapers was the worst thing to happen to them, is a pretty underwhelming statement. To say Open season being declared was more of a shit storm, is a little more accurate.

Adder and Lee managed to get the boy to safety, staying out of sight when the family he knew answered the door but it still didn't stop every single reaper in the world having a bounty on their heads. The Banished relished every moment of it. Of course the finger of blame was being directed towards Lee and Adder and as usual, Adder was taking his frustrations out by violent means. More barrels were damaged, more walls cracked and Lee was exhausting every option he had in order to calm him down, nothing was working and Lee feared the beast within would be making a permanent residence.

So Lee resorted to something obscure, a means to put all of that pent up aggression into something productive. A project if you will. See what you didn't know about Lee, is that the man has a love for American muscle cars. We're talking about Plymouth Barracudas, Mustangs, Impalas, Chevelle 454's, Dodge Challengers and Chargers. It was a passion he shared with Adder and he knew the other man's favourite car, one that always stopped the man dead in his tracks whenever it rode past.

A ninety sixty eight Dodge charger RT, specifically in black.

There was no way Lee would be able to get one brand new, so he went one better, he found one at the bottom of the hudson, paid someone to retrieve it and brought it back to the warehouse and boy was it in a state.

It had clearly been in the saltwater for some years, The paintwork had been stripped from the body, the body itself was rusty, brittle and crumbling away, the chassis had seen better days and as for the seats and furnishings, well they were just rotten, smelling, disgusting and destroyed. To add to all the problems, the once loud and proud V8 engine was seized, silencing the beast altogether; It was a sad sight to see, one that would make a car enthusiast's heart sink but Lee was sure it was in good hands, despite the fact none of them had an ounce of mechanical experience.

"She just needs a bit Love" Lee said proudly

"A bit of love? Lee she's practically dead" Adder retorted

"Well if she is dead, she will rise like a Phoenix from the watery grave" Lee replied happily

"How? We have no experience with these things." Adder asked

"No but there are reapers who do. I know one and he does amazing Greek food too." Lee replies as he pats his shoulder happily "Will help you focus that anger into something productive"

"Just looking at it is making me angry and you know what....I'm gonna wash it, make it slightly less of a tip"

"There you see, it's working" Lee replied cheerily

"You're not funny Lee!"

How they would find time to fix it up was beyond Adder's understanding but if he made a start on the car, it would be a small step in the right direction. Washing it would be therapeutic, ridding it of all the gunk it dredged out of the Hudson would be a fresh start, a new beginning for the beast's rotting corpse. Symbolic in a way but Adder didn't really think about that, he just wanted to clean it up and get rid of the river pong that lingered around the car.

It took him hours, cleaning it down, scrubbing it to within an inch of its life and working his job as a reaper but it was done and Adder felt a sense of satisfaction when it was no longer stinking of the Hudson. The thing was, once Adder got going, he didn't really know when to stop. He was up till the early hours of the morning, stripping out the seats and the interior before collapsing on his bed at four in the morning and waking up again at nine when he could smell bacon being cooked.

It was a smell that could quite literally wake the living dead but as Adder rose from his bed and made his way to the kitchen, he sensed a sullen atmosphere around Lee. Something had happened while he was burning the midnight oil.

"You'll burn yourself out if you are not careful," Lee said to him softly. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Yeah...slept like a log. Is everything okay Lee?"

"More reapers were attacked during the night by hunters, souls are becoming lost because these attacks are either disrupting the judgement process or they are stopping reapers from getting there in time. The balance is being rocked by these inconsistencies and I don't know how much longer we can keep it stable" Lee replied quietly

This sombre Lee unsettled Adder, he was used to the jovial, happy go lucky Lee that always had a way of cheering Adder up, not this Lee, the Lee that was looking defeat in the face and quietly accepting their fate. The hunters wanted blood for the family that was almost vanquished by the Banished but somewhere down the line, wires were crossed and their bloodlust was directed at the reapers, not the white eyed monsters that plagued them.

"Who was the family the Banished almost wiped out?" Adder asked

"The Woodman family, Hunters that were held in high regard, very respected and had a very long history of hunting, losing that kind of knowledge and that threat has an affect"

"Then we need to prove our innocence" Adder suggested, determination In his voice.

"And how do you suggest we do that? Do you think the Hunters will spare you a minute to plead?! They want blood Minari, not excuses or stories. Blood!" Lee snapped as he slammed down the fish slice "When the lead hunter speaks they listen. Why do you think reapers have been working in groups right now?"

"Well I'm not going to sit around and let this witch hunt go on, we have been given a bad name since day one and I have been seen as cursed since I stepped into this life. One way or another I am going to clear our names!" Adder growled in retaliation.

"So what are you going to do? Hmm? Bait yourself? Jasper Lockheart takes every chance he gets to bring down his prey. He gets a chance with you he will take it and he won't be gentle" Lee warned

"Then so be it" Adder replied angrily as he grabbed his scythe and headed to his first call of the day.

It left Lee frustrated, he knew the dangers the hunters possessed, especially Jasper but Adder was at breaking point and he was not willing to listen. He was determined to put things right and although Lee admitted it was a sign of a good leader, he was also worried it would get Adder into trouble. He was going by experience of course, remembering when he was in Adder's position, always striving to prove a point and ended up making mistakes, getting into fights or finding himself in some kind of trouble, yet his master didn't interfere, he allowed him to have his space and to make those mistakes, so that Lee could learn from them and this was exactly what Lee was.doing with Adder. Adder Angry was never a good idea but if he learned how to control that rage, Lee knew he would make an excellent Leader one day and it would help him have better control over the beast within.

Lee went about his own duties that day, providing support for Puma, of all reapers. The man still cursed him for making Adder a reaper but the finger of blame wasn't completely directed at Lee and Adder, the hunters had their share of the blame too. The topic all day was how this all stank, how the facts didn't seem to add up and that the Banished, the reapers worst enemy, had mastermind this to slow the reapers down. It Thoroughly pissed Puma off,

"Something stinks about all this" Puma grumbled as they walked towards Times Square, squeezing through crowds of people "You heard the man tell his son to not hunt us, you heard him forgive us and yet they still want our blood. Pisses me off" He growled

"And Adder is determined to prove our innocence" Lee replied

"How? He's gonna go knock on their door and do a reenactment in the form of Ballet? Come on Lee you know the hunters, they're pig headed and stubborn" Puma asked annoyed

"And so is Adder, he's determined." Lee Iterated

"No offence but does he have a death wish? Jasper Lockheart isn't a hunter you mess about with. If he can take a shot, he will and he will make you suffer great amounts of pain. I heard the shit he does to his prey, it ain't nice"

"That's the least of my worries right now Puma, the balance is becoming difficult to maintain, Adder is becoming more and more angry at the world and the Banished are growing in numbers. Maybe Adder has the right idea... if we prove our innocence we can at least call a truce with the hunters, maybe use them to help" Lee suggested

The suggestion caused the lightbulb to turn on in Puma's head as he paused and looked at Lee, wagging his finger at him.

"You know that ain't a bad idea! If we can hold counsel with them we can work this plan." Puma replied excitedly

"One problem." Lee replied

"Adder" Puma interjected

"We need eyes on him, we need to stop him doing something stupid while we try and resolve this amicably"

"I can get my guys to keep tabs, alert me when they see him, can even use Siren to lure him" Puma mentioned as he approached a hot dog stand and ordered two. "You know Siren has a way with the opposite sex, it's why she got the name"

"I remember when I first came here, I lost everything, was starting again, finding my way and you sent her in to size me up." Lee replied with a smirk as he took his hot dog "She almost had me"

"Yeah but she underestimated you, told me that the Samurai were a different breed. Had no clue what she was on about till I met you and you kicked my ass." Puma replied as he bit into his food

"And we have had an odd relationship ever since" Lee chuckled

"Damn straight"

You'd think it would be straight forward, that Adder would be that angry he'd get seen and Lee and Puma could conduct a counsel with Jasper. You'd think that wouldn't you? Well it didn't happen like that. Adder didn't want to be found and he made sure to stay out of the way. There were no sightings of Adder the whole day, Puma even sent some teams out to see if they could find him but there was nothing, not even breadcrumbs to say he had made an appearance. Like I said, if Adder didn't want to be found, he'd find ways to stay out of sight.

He'd been out all day, he never returned for a hot meal or to soak in the old tin bath to ease aching limbs. Instead it was meals on the go, taking fruit from stalls when the opportunity arose and drinking from water fountains. Basic survival means while he dodged contact with other reapers and now that the sun was setting, he could make his way to Central park and wait.

He knew Lee was against his plan, he knew that this plan could get him killed but if he didn't try, a fate worse than death would be waiting for them all.

He set up camp within the wooded area near the Bethesda fountain and waited patiently for midnight. He watched as the steady stream of people passing through slowed down and turned into a trickle before it became eerily quiet, the only sound being that of the water cascading down from the intricate fountain.

Adder checked his watch, noting he had five minutes to move into position. He grabbed his scythe and made his way to the fountain, making sure he could be seen clearly, baiting himself for the Hunters. He hoped they would aim their weapons at him and let him talk, he hoped they would be understanding to some degree and he hoped they wouldn't be hostile.

Hope was all he had but the hunters didn't really see it that way. Puma was right about Jasper. He saw a chance and he took it. Out of nowhere Adder was hit in the chest with a bolt from a crossbow. The short stubby arrow was black with red fletchings and Adder was about to take it out, till he was hit again, causing him to scream out in pain as another bolt struck his shoulder. His scythe dropped from his grip and bounced on the ground and in that time, the bastard known as Jasper had shot him another two times, one in the left thigh and one in the right, stopping Adder in his tracks.

Jasper got a kick out of watching Adder fall and as Adder lay there, exposed, vulnerable and in tremendous amounts of pain, Lockheart's hunters emerged and surrounded the fallen Reaper. His scythe was within reach but as he went to grasp it, a boot stepped on his hand, breaking bones and causing Adder to growl in agony.

"They say a reaper can be undone by his own weapon" Came a gravely southern drawl voice, "Always wanted to test that theory myself"

Adder managed to turn his face to the voice and was greeted with the face of Jasper Lockhart. Scarred, weathered and emotionless. He tipped the peak of his stetson to reveal the piercing icy blue eyes and the deep scar on his forehead, caused by a beast wanting his head. His beard was as white as snow, trimmed and tidy.

"The other thing they say about the scythe is that it can burn those that are not its assigned owner" Jasper gruffed as he pulled on some thick, black, industrial welding gloves. "So I came prepared"

He picked the scythe up with ease and gazed upon the blade, smirking a little as his eyes darted back to Adder.

"Why did your people kill the Woodmen Reaper?" He asked calmly

"We didn't!" Adder growled as he managed to yank out one of the bolts from his thigh, the bones in his hand healing and snapping back into place at a fast pace "We noticed our scythes reacting to the slaughter, we knew something was off and went to where the Scythe led us. When we got there, the Banished were taunting the Father and the small boy, who we saved...we were just too late for the others"

"Reapers are deceptive. You expect me to believe this tall tale of the banished? What even are they?" Jasper replied as he began to circle Adder.

"They are the reapers who followed the path of myth and lore...the ones who deceive, kill when they shouldn't and get greedy. Only unlike Myth and lore, they have white eyes, no pupils nothing...just an empty white gaze"

"Huh" Jasper said as he stopped in front of Adder "Can't say I've come across any" He said calmly

There was a brief moment, a moment where the steely blue eyes of Jasper held Adder's gaze. A moment where the man became unreadable, a moment where Adder dropped his guard.

Jasper had swiftly hooked the scythe into Adder's chest and slowly dragged the blade from his left shoulder to his right hip; For Adder it felt like an intense burning sensation, like he was being ripped open by a searing hot blade as blood oozed from the deep trench that carved into his chest.

"A reaper harmed by his own scythe is their own weakness, like superman and kryptonite. You become weak..almost mortal" Jasper said calmly as he eyed up the blade. "Sure I could take your head off if I wanted to...but I want you to suffer like you made Rick suffer."

"It wasn't us" Adder replied through gritted teeth, fighting the pain and trying to fight back the beast within.

"Lies. His last words condemned your kind" Jasper growled as he prepared to swing the scythe again.

Another blow would have put Adder at the door of his ancestors, his time as a reaper short lived but good old Lady luck stepped in, smiled and spared Adder in the most unlikely way. Lady luck came in the form of the man who made it clear he didn't like Adder, the man that would have happily started a fight in the middle of a busy Central Park.

Puma.

Adder didn't see what happened, he was too busy with his own fight to focus on what the other reaper was doing but he did hear his scythe drop to the ground, the blade bouncing a few times before finally settling. It allowed Adder to summon it while Puma and Jasper exchanged heated words.

"Ask the boy who saved him!" Puma growled "Or are you scared that your little fairytale about us is about to be blown wide open?"

"Only if you prove your ghost story about the white eyed nasties to be true" Jasper growled as he got right up in Pumas face and attempted to stare the man down.

"Take the subway line that runs under Brooklyn bridge, you'll get your proof. Oh and make sure you aim for the head and turn the bastards to ash" Puma replied, eyes still fixed on Jasper's.

"And if they are not there?" Jasper asked

"Oh they will be there...the starving ones always go there." Puma growled as Jasper began to back away, a smirk on his face.

"Know this...if you're lying to me reaper, we will make all of your lives a living hell" Jasper replied calmly

"Used to it!" Puma spat.

He watched as Jasper quietly ordered his hunters to walk away before looking back at Puma, a smirk etched on his lips.

"Don't fancy his chances" Jasper taunted before walking away.

As much as Puma wanted to rip the man's head off his shoulders, he had to restrain himself for the sake of the balance. He turned his attention to Adder and gently studied the trench left in his chest.

"Another blow like that and we'd have lost you for good" Puma gruffed "Not out of the woods though, we need to get you to a place of worship, get some holy water into that wound"

".....Lee.....where is Lee?" Adder groaned as he screwed up his face with pain.

"Left him at the other end of the park. Ain't got time to be worrying about that, we gotta move. Times ticking Adder." Puma ordered as he draped Adder's left arm over his shoulder and helped Adder up.

How Adder's innards didn't fall out at that point was a miracle but that wasn't Adder's concern. He was losing blood, severely injured and best up and yet his concern laid with the beast within that was fighting its way to the surface and Adder was in no state to fight it back. He needed Lee.

"GET. LEE!" Adder growled as blood started to ooze from his mouth.

"Alright...alright I'll get Lee but time is not on your side Adder." Puma replied as he helped Adder onto a bench, concerned with the amount of blood that was pouring out of his body.

"...It's not on your side either." Adder warned weakly, slumping to the side and struggling to keep awake.

He watched as Puma faded out, watching the whisps of black smoke circle in the air before disappearing. Once he knew Puma was out of sight, he laid himself across the bench, staring up at the stars as he tried to keep focus.

"You need me!" Said a deep voice from the shadows.

Adder smirked as he closed his eyes "Oh you talk now?" He asked himself, knowing the voice.

"I can buy you time" it growled

"At what cost? What do you want in return?" Adder asked before coughing up some blood.

"Polars head!" It barked.

"You'll get it... when I let you...if I let you...if we make it" Adder replied as he looked at his blood soaked hand.

"We will make it" It snarled

"You can't do anything!" Adder growled before screaming out in pain.

He then felt something placed over his chest, hands applying enough pressure to stem the bleeding, he then felt someone carefully take his scythe from his hand before he felt he was being lifted off the ground, carried like a child in distress. Adder clung onto them but he could feel his strength leaving his body with every passing second.

"Hold on Minari" He heard Lee say calmly

He wanted to tell Lee that the beast within wanted to bargain, wanted to break free in exchange of sparing his life but his body didn't give him the chance, he felt himself go lax before blacking out, falling into the silent black abyss. It felt like his soul was floating in a state of limbo, oblivious to what was happening around him. Quiet, eerie and cold but that would soon be gone when he heard something breathing in his ear.

"Wake up!" It snarled

Adder's eyes flew open, his breathing rapid as he tried to figure out his surroundings. He was laying on something flat, it was smooth like marble and cold to touch, above him was a bronzed canopy with turquoise inlays in the ceiling. The metal work, detailed and intricately put together. He then started to move his head around, noticing stained glass windows, high vaulted ceilings, benches, extravagant crosses and an Organ. He was in a place of worship and as he tried to figure out where he was, his thoughts were interrupted by hurried footsteps coming towards him.

"He's awake!" He could hear Lee say

"Lee... Where am I?" Adder asked weakly, wanting to get up.

"Stay still Minari, save your strength," Lee replied.

Puma rushed hurriedly alongside Lee, carrying a bowl filled with water in one hand while the other was gloved, holding Adder's scythe. Together they approached where Adder was laying and before Adder could protest, Lee quickly soaked some clean rags in the water and began to bathe the wound across Adder's chest.

For a moment it felt like the water was doing nothing to the trench that lay across Adder's chest but within seconds, Adder could feel the wound beginning to burn, like the wound was being cauterised by a searing, white hot poker. He gritted his teeth, tried to bite back the pain but it intensified, causing Adder to scream and flail his arms around. Puma was forced to restrain him as best as he could while Lee worked.

"It's holy water Adder, it's doing its job" Puma said hurriedly

"It feels like fucking bleach!" Adder growled as his body arched and squirmed

"It's clearing the poison from your blood" Lee replied

"Poison?! He struck me with my own scythe! There was no poison!" Adder snapped

"When you are struck by your own weapon, your powers become restrained, limited as a means of punishment. Your blade turned against you, will poison you and the only way to rid the poison or curse is to come to a place of worship and clean the wounds with blessed water." Lee replied, still cleansing the wound.

There was a chance that Adder could curse some more, maybe even take the lord's name in vain a few times but all that came out of his mouth were screams of agony, wailings and choked back groans. He managed to stay conscious throughout the ordeal but by the end he was tired, the fight all but left him while Lee carefully wrapped the now cleansed and closed wound.

"Like many mortals who are cut deep, you will carry a scar as a mark of your mistake, This is a lesson Minari. A lesson you must learn about self control and restraint. You could have died tonight had we not come looking" Lee scolded as he placed the blood soaked rags into the now empty bowl.

"Hey take it easy on him Lee, he did what he had to" Puma replied, defending Adder.

"Says the man who believed him to be a curse." Lee replied

"Yeah you got me there but he put his life on the line to clear our names. You could say it was stupid, sure but at least he was willing to do something about it."

Lee wasn't always wrong but when he was, it was always a bitter pill to swallow, especially hearing it from a man who wasn't exactly the number one fan of his apprentice.

"Time will tell if he made the right choice or not. Let's get you home Minari, you need to rest, heal and learn to not be so headstrong" Lee said softly as he carefully helped Adder to his feet, draping one of Adder's arms around his shoulders while he wrapped one of his own arms around Adder's waist, supporting him.

"How are you gonna teach him that?" Puma asked as he handed Adder his scythe.

"By working on our little project," Lee replied with a smile.

Project Charger, as Lee would call it, would be the distraction Adder would need during his down time and the lesson of keeping a level head. Let's be honest, even the most experienced mechanic can still find a way to lose their mind when a car just refuses to work. All that aside, while Adder is laid up and made to rest, the hunters decided to take Puma up on the opportunity to encounter the banished. They took the subway, they went on the line heading towards Brooklyn and as Puma predicted, they were there.

The hunters thought it would be a trick, so they sent a small team of three experienced Hunters that had nothing better to do and out of that team, only one barely made it out alive.