#among lions

[langwrites]

Tag Game: find the word Tagged by: @windwardstar Rules: find the words in your WIP and post 'em.

Words: Top, Stone, Glare

Tagging: whoever feels like it.

new words: Out, Crow, Walk

WIP: It Don't Bite--YES IT DO Word: Stone

Kei’s vision blurred even as she stared at the window and her own stone-faced reflection.  Isobu’s eyes, staring back in real life and in her head.  You already know I will accept no new jinchūriki after you, Isobu said, his mental voice dropping to a whisper. This is merely an extension of that certainty.  Well, we can certainly say we’ll never have to face the music alone. Kei wiped at her eyes with one of the overlong sleeves. Futilely, thanks to the lenses of the domino mask and the earlier application of spirit gum. But it let her summon enough control to blink back the pooling tears before they could make wearing a mask even more inconvenient.  No, never alone. 

WIP: A Ninja's Guide to Gotham Word: Glare

Hayate let out a wordless groan, hand still up because the dust was still airborne. “Do you have to do this now?”  “When else?” Obito asked, but he got off the couch and shook off the dust like a dog. His pockets and pouches, loaded down with supplies not stowed in Kamui, smacked against him as he moved.  It somehow made the cloud of rotten detritus worse, and Hayate slid off the counter so he could curl up on the barstool next to Akaboshi’s and hide his face in his folded arms. He glared in Obito’s direction the whole time he approached. If not for the dust, Hayate might bare his teeth in a wordless biting threat. Obito could grow back about half his fingers anyway. 

WIP: part of an Among Lions smut scene set in the distant future, actually, but this part is sfw. Word: Top

“You would know best,” Lambert agreed, lying down next to her after a moment to consider his options. Propping his head up on one hand, he decided to clasp her nearer hand in a way that left their fingers intertwined. “Are you planning to fall asleep like that?” Aversa turned her face toward him, otherwise refusing to move. “Atop the sheets and while excluding you? Never. But if you try to wrap me up like a recalcitrant cat again, I will complain.”  “Noted.”

[trek-tracks]

Sorry, we can't move them

Source

[cryptidlark]

“You cling to me so—do you still trust me, after all this?”

He said in a low, broken voice, “I have always trusted you.”

[izunias-meme-hole]

Ranking The Ushiromiya's Based On How Good At Among Us They Would Be

Kinzo: 0/10 - My guy would at least do his tasks, but he's always voted out first based on vibes and how he is.

Krauss: 0/10 - Ass as an imposter, and as a cremate he's always the first to die.

Natsuhi: 7/10 - Very good crewmate, always reports bodies if she sees one, but her imposter is flawed because her lying could easily get torn apart by a gut feeling.

Jessica: 8/10 - She'll keep her guard up at all times as a crewmate, won't hesitate to vote someone out based on a feeling, but her imposter is slightly better than her mothers.

Eva: 9/10 - Effective crewmate, always convincing even if she is condescending, and her imposter is almost perfect.

Hideyoshi: 5/10 - Just minding his business as a crewmate and then his neck gets snapped. His imposter on the other hand gets kicked out immediately after he kills someone, not because he's a bad liar, but because someone always sees his ass in the act.

George: -100/10 - Touched Among Us once, broke his computer in a fit of rage, has sworn himself off from playing it again.

Rudolf: 8/10 - Much like Eva, he's an effective crewmate and his imposter is also almost perfect. Though unlike Eva, he reeks of too much snake oil to be trusted so he gets ejected half the time, even if he isn't the imposter.

Kyrie: 10/10 - It doesn't matter how many red flags she'd give off, you'd never see her coming.

Battler: 10/10 - Actually a pretty competent crewmate who survives off pure luck sometimes and hates suspecting someone he knows. Though if he has to play the imposter, he'll play the imposter.

Ange: 8/10 - An amazing crewmate, will say "If I die, the imposter is X", and her imposter is good.

Rosa: 5/10 - Would try to play like Eva and somehow fail in one way or another.

Maria: 5/10 - Good crewmate, but her imposter is found out immediately. She also promotes trolling and second impostering to someone in particular.

Lion: 9/10 - Helpful crewmate, and she carried elements of that in her imposter. She can also lie pretty well, but ultimately her imposter needs some work.

Beatrice: 100/10 - If you've finished Umineko, you know that Beatrice would be the ultimate imposter.

[silviakundera]

So I've been listening to the Romance of The Three Kingdoms podcast, which is fantastic, but it's progressing very slow cause I just play it during my commute and I constantly have to rewind things 3 or 4 times because it's always like, wait, which of the 55 characters are you again?

and since I'm asking questions..;

why does everyone always have 10,000 men to ride out with?

can nobody be chill? you dudes are always sobbing & swearing allegiance unto death and then like 3 months later some governor gives you a fine horse and all bets are off.

how does anything get done in this country when you're always feasting for 2 days and betraying your once and future allies at the slightest provocation???

I mean ya'll are faithless hoes.

it really took banging an official's hot daughter, when someone else thought they were promised the hot daughter, in order for everyone to decide to overthrow and murder Dong Zhou. All of the public torture fests, abusing the populace, embezzlement... unpleasant but apparently not a dealbreaker.

It's really always like, omg my dad got murdered in your providence and to quench my anger I gotta massacre all the residents.

and ok, this guy has a way with flattery so I'll spare his life ⏩⏩ (guy with a flare for flattery returns; u and your whole family die)

STOP SPARING OBVIOUSLY DANGEROUS PEOPLE'S LIVES, FOR THE LOVE OF 🤦

so yeah im having a good time

[fangirltothefullest]

How many AUs have you made? Any and all fandoms, if you had to count them. And also, what was the first AU you ever made?

If I went down the list of AUs for EVERY fandom I have ever been in it's going to turn into this:

I have WAY too many, I have ADHD, and if I invent an au for one fandom it's been reused in EVERY fandom I've been in....

[wiirocku]

Ecclesiastes 9:4 (NET) - But whoever is among the living has hope; a live dog is better than a dead lion.

Better to Be Poor but Alive than Rich but Dead

[vertigoartgore]

Disney's The Lion King turns 30 today. Feel old yet ?

[wyrd-author]

So I’ll be the first to admit this is a weird one. I wanted to experiment with combining separate books into one large omnibus. The Wicked Years Series (which was the inspiration for the musical Wicked) is so full of weird things I figured it would be fitting to combine them into one thicc volume. It’s now up for sale in my shop at the link in my bio.

All four Wicked Years books (Wicked, Son of a Witch, A Lion Among Men, Out of Oz) were bound together in black hand dyed sienna leather with green foiled page edges and green vinyl tooling. Normally I would have charged more for this thicc boy but the green foil page edging is a little splotchy in some parts because it was impossible to press the pages tight enough for the edging process.

[skrs-cats]

Sometimes I think of Jay being there for Lion's first kits being born and I'm all 🥹🥹🥹.

Lion describing what each of them looks like to him too. 😭. They are brothers 😭😭.

the way i.. have a comic idea for this and have had some dialogue written in my notes for a while now.....

[langwrites]

Chapters: 11/? Fandom: Fire Emblem: Kakusei | Fire Emblem: Awakening, Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses, Fire Emblem Series Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Inverse | Aversa & Marc | Morgan, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Marc | Morgan & Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd Characters: Inverse | Aversa, Marc | Morgan, Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, Glenn Fraldarius, Lambert Egitte Blaiddyd, Henry (Fire Emblem), Liz | Lissa, My Unit | Reflet | Robin, Minor Characters Additional Tags: Spoilers for Post-Timeskip | War Phase (Fire Emblem: Three Houses), Spoilers for Pre-Timeskip | Academy Phase (Fire Emblem: Three Houses), Fire Emblem: Awakening Spoilers, Background Relationships, background robin/tiki, Background Character Death, Minor Character Death, Tragedy of Duscur (Fire Emblem), Pre-Canon, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Glenn Fraldarius Lives, Background Henry/Liz | Lissa, Chapter-specific Content Warnings, Canon-Typical Violence Series: Part 2 of Dragonblood Summary:

“I leave once on my own, and here we are. Lost in the Outrealms.” She blew a loose strand of white hair out of her face, as futile as it was while still exposed to the wind. Instead of allowing herself to shiver, Aversa sighed before running a gentle hand over Sombra’s neck. While he stopped short of acting like a misbehaving foal and just biting her, Sombra was a pegasus. He had no real interest in staying on unfamiliar ground any longer than she did. His ears swiveled uneasily toward the forest. He shifted his feet and ruffled his black wings, resettling the feathers even as wind mussed them again. “I hope Robin appreciates the absurd lengths I go to,” Aversa muttered under her breath as she patted Sombra again, “for a blasted birthday gift.” -- Or: On the eve of the diplomatic mission to Duscur, a magical mishap lands a powerful dark mage in fate's way. If there's one thing the Shepherds are good at, though, it's giving destiny a good kicking.

--

In today’s chapter, Cornelia and Aversa both endorse violence.

[fandom-puff]

A Doe Among Lions

Trumpets heralded the arrival of the royal host, and Helaena Baratheon readied herself in the courtyard to welcome them back to the Red Keep. She watched with impatient excitement as numerous guards and knights flooded through the gates, each carrying the golden banners of the king, the crowned stag fluttering in the light breeze. Soon enough, the great destrier of King Robert Baratheon trotted proudly through the courtyard, and as he handed the reigns over to his steward and dismounted the snorting warhorse, what remained of the court of the Red Keep sank to their knees, their eyes downcast as the king surveyed his household.

Robert nodded in approval, and as he was about to turn to talk to his boyhood friend, Lord Eddard Stark, the only pair of eyes not fixed to the floor caught his own. Striding over, he offered out his hand to their owner, and when she slipped her small hand into his gloved one, he hauled her up into his embrace, lifting her clear off the ground as he laughed.

“Sister!” The King cried, his blue eyes crinkling as he set Lady Helaena down. She offered him a small curtsy- dismissed with a gruff “none of that,”- and she beamed at her eldest brother.

“Beloved brother,” Helaena said gently in greeting, before turning to her expressionless sister-by-law and offering her a curtsy too. “My queen,” she murmured, and Cersei nodded her acknowledgement before seeing to her children. “I have been so terribly lonely waiting for your return,” Helaena told Robert, who frowned slightly.

“When did you arrive in King’s Landing? You better not have sailed, girl, the seas are too violent around now. And where in the Seven Hells is Stannis,”

Helaena allowed Robert to tuck her hand into the crook of his elbow, walking her into the Red Keep as the rest of his retinue disbanded. “I came here a week or two ago, you took longer than I expected to return,” she chastised lightly. “And I did not sail here. I am sensible enough to not risk Shipbreaker Bay at this time of year, if you can believe such a thing,” Robert chuckled at her wit, having always had a soft spot for his little sister. “As for Stannis…” she continued, “I have not seen our dear brother. Lord Baelish tells me he left for Dragonstone not long after you left for Winterfell. Perhaps there has been trouble with his household at Dragonstone…”

Robert contemplated her words for a moment, before shaking his head slightly. “Strange. Perhaps we’ll receive a raven from him in due course,”

Helaena smiled, somewhat relieved, having expected Robert to at least bluster curses at Stannis for his hasty retreat. “Nevermind Stannis, at least for now. You must tell me what Winterfell was like,”

—

Helaena settled back into life in the Red Keep with practiced ease, having made the journey from the Stormlands to King’s Landing half a hundred times before. Robert had a set of chambers reserved solely for her use in Maegor’s Holdfast, and he had one of his own Kingsguard posted outside her chambers both to protect her.. She especially loved it when Robert had Ser Barristan mind her door- he had so many wonderfully adventurous stories from all his years as a knight. Custom dictated that she could not be named Princess, but Robert often bent and broke tradition to honour her as his beloved sister, even though she was so far down in the line of succession that she would never even touch the Iron Throne with her own flesh.

What she loved the most about the Red Keep, however, was being near to her family. She was closest in age to Renly, who was just over a year her senior. The pair had been all but children when Robert’s Rebellion began, though the terror of the Siege on Storm’s End was a foggy blur in Helaena’s memory; she had a feeling that Stannis had shielded his youngest siblings from the true horrors of war- as best he could, at least. For that she was grateful.

Renly spent much of his time in King’s Landing, despite being the Lord of Storm’s End. He loved the pomp and pageantry of the capital, Helaena knew, and his counsel as Master of Laws was needed. Stannis had been Master of Ships, and Robert had granted him Dragonstone. That left Helaena at Storm’s End, alone but for the childhood servants who had raised her, Renly’s leftover retinue, and Robert’s bastard son.

Helaena adored her niece and nephews too. Tommen was sweet and gentle, Myrcella the same, and when she visited King’s Landing they begged and pleaded their lady mother to let them skip their lessons with the maesters and septas in favour of playing come-into-my-castle and maidens-and-monsters with their aunt. Joffrey was not interested in playing childish games with the others anymore- “I am almost a man grown, Aunt Helaena. The Crown Prince has no need for such games!”- but he would still walk arm in arm with her and offer her a dance at feasts with all the gallantry a Prince should have.

Upon the King’s return, the Red Keep was brimming with new faces: Eddard Stark and his northmen. Robert had wanted to bring his sister before the new Hand immediately upon arrival, but Helaena had touched his arm gently and persuaded him to let Lord Stark and his daughters eat and bathe and rest after their weeks on the King’s Road. “If only your Small Council had shown the same courtesy as your sister, Your Grace,” Eddard had said grimly.

When Robert had decided the northerners had had enough time to recuperate, Eddard had bowed his head to her and kissed the black jet ring at her finger. “My lady,” he said courteously. “I’m not sure if you remember me. You were but a girl when we last met,”

“How could I forget you, Lord Eddard, who fought so valiantly for my brother, against both the Targaryens and the Ironmen,” she replied pleasantly, though in truth her memories of Eddard Stark were vague. She had been a girl when they last crossed paths, before even the Greyjoy Rebellion. But he was just as she remembered: tall and serious (though his hair had a little more grey in it these days), so she spoke the words with truth.

Lord Eddard smiled at her courtesies, before stepping to the side and beckoning his daughters forward. “My daughters, My Lady,” he said. “Sansa,” he nodded to the taller of the pair, a beautiful girl with striking blue eyes and long auburn hair. “And Arya,” he nodded to the smaller, skinnier girl. She was the image of her lord father, dark haired and long faced. They looked at Helaena curiously, their eyes flicking between her and Robert, as if trying to figure out how two Baratheons could look so very different. Just wait until they see Stannis, Helaena thought shrewdly.

“Such beauties,” Helaena smiled to the girls. Sansa beamed, and Arya cocked her head to the side. “You are so very lucky to have one another, my ladies. I only ever had brothers growing up, and Robert and Stannis are so much older than I am,” she grinned over her shoulder at her brother, who shook his head good naturedly.

“Less of the ‘old’, girl,” he said, though a wide grin spread across his face.

Helaena turned away from her brother, and back to the two Stark girls. She took one of their hands in each of hers. “We must sup one day, or take tea together. I could show you the gardens, if you’d like. Or the towers, or the crypts if you are in the mood for adventure. Only if your Lord Father permits it though,” she added with a smile to Eddard. Sansa and Arya looked up at their father with hope glimmering in their eyes.

“If you are good,” he said with a smile, answering their unspoken question. “And if I hear from Septa Mordane that there has been no squabbling,” he added. The girls nodded, bade Helaena farewell, curtsied to the King, and went on their way back to the Tower.

Helaena smiled. “Your daughters are beautiful, my lord,” she said softly. “And I am sure your other children honour you just the same,” she added. She turned to Robert. “By your leave, brother. I shall leave you and Lord Stark to your tourney planning,” she said with a mischievous glint in her eye- it was no secret that Eddard was not best pleased with the prospect of the Hand’s Tourney.

Eddard bowed his head as she left. “She’s a beauty, isn’t she,” Robert said, coming to his side. “Wilful though, Ned. Stubborn as a mule. I swear, she’s the reason Stannis went bald,”

Ned smiled a tight smile. “With you three as brothers, I am sure she had to grow a thick skin,” he said.

Robert grinned. “Renly was the worst for it,” he said. “It’ll be a miracle if he can sire any children at all, the amount of kicks to the bollocks he’s taken over the years. Oh, her septa used to tell her off something rotten for it, but I could only laugh, to tell you the truth of it,” he smiled his ruddy smile.

Ned nodded slowly. “And what of her having children of her own?” He asked. “Have you and Stannis managed to arrange a match for her? She must be what… ten-and-seven by now?”

“Ten-and-nine,” Robert corrected. “Twenty in a few moon’s time,” he shook his head. “Stannis is keen to have her wedded and bedded before her twentieth nameday. He’s of the thought it should’ve been done long ago, but…”

“But no suitable suitors have come forth?” Ned supplied gently. He knew the feeling, having had a younger sister of his own, and not being terribly keen on the betrothal between his eldest daughter and Robert’s eldest son.

“Gods, no. They’re awful,” Robert complained. “Despite all the love I have for you and your wife, I won’t wed her to Edmure Tully. Robert Arryn is a boy of six- she’ll be barren before he’s of age- and longer still before Lysa loosens his swaddling cloths. I refuse to whore her out to Dorne. And Cersei has been pointing every golden haired, sniveling little lion cub to whom she’s a cousin or an aunt out to Helaena whenever she sees her. D’you know my squire, Kevan Lannister’s lad… ah, I forget their names, they all look the bloody same… anyway, Cersei suggested I betroth her to him. I’m not wedding my sister off to a bloody squire, no matter how much gold he shits. The only Lannister I’d even consider is Tywin, and by the gods, you know how much I hate the old bastard, Ned, but at least he isn’t some poxy green lad,”

Ned laughed lightly, and he couldn’t help but agree with the King, though his reasoning was a lot darker- despite all their courtesies, the Lannisters were no friends to the Starks, and Ned could not help but question their loyalty to the Baratheons.

“There’s always the Ironmen,” Ned said wryly. “Theon is still my ward; Baelon Greyjoy may see it as an honour for his heir to be wedded to the king’s sister. It could lessen any enmity that might still lurk after all these years,”

Robert harrumphed at that. “It’d give that old squid the wrong idea, ideas above his station. Although I’m sure you’ve raised young Greyjoy in the ways of the wolf, Ned, I will not risk it,” he sighed and carried on. “Would that your son, the eldest one, Robb… would that he were older…”

“Robb is a boy of fourteen, and his sister younger still; yet Sansa is the one with the betrothal,” Ned reminded him. “There would not be so long a wait as that which would happen if you wed her to the Vale,”

Robert only grunted. “I don’t mean to insult you, Ned, but I want her protected,” he said lightly. “Your boy has only known summer,”

Ned considered his words. “Aye. Winter is coming,” he conceded, and Robert hummed in agreement.

“Grim words, you Starks have,” he replied. “But they have the right of it. Perhaps a northern marriage would do her good. She has the spirit for it. That Jon Umber of yours, the Smalljon I mean. Now there’s a man, Ned!” he said, his morose expression turning into a grin as he rubbed his hands together.

Ned smiled slightly, trying to picture the sweet Lady Helaena next to the Smalljon- who was almost as tall as his Lord Father, the Greatjon Umber, and growing still. The King and the Hand continued their walk, talking of men and warriors, of battles and betrothals, and winters yet to come.

[mousegard]

the four stages of reading an eagle among lions as an edelgrid shipper

[ekwolfwriter-blog]

Lost a legend today. James Earl Jones passed away

While his acting career is far and wide, I will always remember him as the voice of Mufasa as my first time hearing his voice. And his quote about the stars and the past will always be there to guide the present, but definitely remember him for his icon scene.

Rest in Peace, James Earl Jones. May you be welcomed among as a star among the other kings of past and look down upon us from time to time. You will be greatly missed.

[nolivar6136]

Want to give special shout-out to my friend @mousegard for the near anniversary of her FE3H fic Eagle Among Lions, one of the best fanfic stories I have read over the past 2 years.

was some of the most exciting and unfilled times and enjoyed every moment of reading and discussion over them. give a read if you can you will love it.

want to wish you a happy new year my friend and looking forward to many more of your stories!

artwork (by @/Kirakanjo on twitter)

[scattered-winter]

every day i kick a rock and bash my head into the wall because i'll never get to go on a big space adventure and become tightly close-knit with my new found family up there <//3