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two-sides-samecoin · 26 days ago

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okay i did a rewatch of episode 2 circle sewn with fate/ unlock thy hidden gate and i noticed so many things that after the reveal makes so much more sense and actually makes sense.

1. this episode is all about agatha and teen/billy weaving the coven on about the road. agatha knowing the road doesn’t exist is more so making a con then anything as we know but billy quite literally helps to con the coven too especially jen. he’s willing to put other people on the line just so that he can get what he wants. he’s cunning like that which is why the line of later after the billy reveal of “i’m not that nice” cuz he already knew that. he went along with helping agatha to con the coven

2. the push and pull of agatha and teen/billy is soo fucking good. we literally see agatha not understand billy - there’s a disconnect immediately. she’s dismissive of him however there are parts of his personality that intrigues her in a way that’s actually fascinating. the first is when he mentions the road - she’s immediately intrigued. i think it also has to do with being under the spell too but it’s fascinating to me that she made up about the con and she’s surprised that he’s asking for it. which it’s interesting that she acknowledges that he has the power and juice but because he’s a kid/teen she doesn’t immediately resort to taking his powers. when he’s conning jen the interest is back then fold almost like mirroring the “i didn’t know you had it in you” however the same way is about billy with agatha. he’s a fanatic about agatha and he’s so happy and perky about everything but she does stuff that annoys him. especially at lillia’s where she calls him pet and this is just vague annoyance but when she leaves the corn dog lol

3. it’s interesting how the scene with jen literally foreshadows her ending (technically all of them) but what i mean is yeah jen is going through those trial dates but it’s literally showing us that the two white people are threatening the black women with legal stuff and time in prison (and they’re both being gleeful about it)

4. there are so many mentions of the road being a con and a death sentence holy shit

5. the order in which the coven (jen, lillia, and alice) comes into the room literally almost the reverse order of who lives and survives. jen is the first one to arrive - she later is the last one standing. lillia is second - she’s the second from these three to die. alice - she’s the first from these three to die

6. the black heart is actually really significant and i think it shows that the coven lillia listed only had 4 names and then this black heart. the black heart = mrs sharon, billy, and rio. i really think it’s all three because this is lillia’s predication but stay with me here all of these three are actual outliers in magic which could be why lillia doesn’t actually write names. rio is quite literally death she works around an area that is not just witchcraft. billy is ya know the scarlet witch’s son and has the sigil placed on him. mrs sharon is quite literally not a witch. i do think that it could mean these three because i wonder since the road isn’t real did lillia just see the people that were on the journey and brought to the road? it makes me think a lot.

7. the shots of them when facing the road is actually so genius. billy and agatha are placed together. agatha is in front and billy is in the back which interesting now thinking about rio’s line “you were distracting me from him” and would you look at that the two end the show side by side looking ahead at a light. then in one camera you have all three of lillia, alice, and jen. the three that formed a bond together but also the two that die and the one that survives. and then mrs sharon doesn’t get her camera angle instead she’s just behind the focus - she’s the forgotten woman. it’s all very interesting.

8. the actual ballad needs to be talked about. okay soo two things i noticed. the coven starts separated with their hands and then they join together. which i think is neat to show that their bonds will grow. but also after the ballad is sung it’s interesting how agatha actually has to put more effort into insulting them. at first they get insulted but then the three turn on each other talking about their voices. which then agatha quite literally has to get them to hate her so that they can try to bring that energy towards her. you literally see her fumbling as she’s shocked that the three turn on each other. but i genuinely think it’s because these people are strangers to each other in that moment. we legit have to have jen and lillia introduce themselves. most likely the coven’s that agatha used before already knew each other so it is a shock to her when they argue with one another.

8. just continuing the ballad here because that got so long. okay now the shots again are soo fucking interesting because they’re doing so much to show you just who’s isolated and who’s not. so lillia, alice, and jen all form together on one side when lillia states that agatha was never going to bring them to the road. and then we have the shot of sharon by herself and also agatha by herself seeing the door. but then once they all step away they help agatha with the door and billy comes running down the steps. like it’s just so interesting to constantly be showing these types of shots

anyway i really think episode 2 just shows you so many things about what’s going to happen and setting everything up. there’s probs a ton more but this is what i picked up so far

#agatha spoilers #agatha all along #my thoughts #my analysis #anyway yeahhhh #there’s a whole lot so maybe i’ll put more on this at another time but i just wanted to state all this shit

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dipperscavern · 3 months ago

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thinkin’ about (fem implied) targaryen!reader introducing cregan to their dragon (silverwing) for the first time

ʚ‎‏ ͜ ̩͙ ︵ ̩͙ ୨ ♡ ୧ ̩͙ ‏︵ ̩͙ ͜ ɞ

though you and cregan had been married for a few moons now, he had always preferred to leave the dragon-taming to you. dragons were formidable beasts, able to wipe out populations with a single breath of fire. truthfully, he had always been weary of them. he preferred for them to stay down south, because capable of a warrior & protector cregan is, there was nothing he could do to tame the temperaments of fire made flesh.

he had no qualms about silverwing specifically — a seemingly calm and gentle beast, who had done cregan the favor of sticking to her cave, unless to hunt or stretch her wings between your visits. while not fully capable of understanding, he thought of the targaryens ancestral connection to their dragons something akin to the starks and their direwolves.

he would watch with bated breaths as you and her took to the skies, becoming one in the art of wings, not words. he would exhale with relief each time you landed unscathed, and waited for you to depart from your dragon before approaching. and thus, you had fallen into routine. cregan stuck to his castle, silverwing stuck to her cave, and that was that.

until you started showing interest in introducing one to the other. the increased mention of your dragon in various conversations, occasionally flying over winterfell itself, when you had not dared such an endeavor before. cregan caught onto your idea long before you actually brought it up, and had been mentally preparing for the conversation he had no doubt would ensue. one fateful night, on the walk to your shared chambers after supper, ensue it did.

“Husband..” you began. “Wife,” was the response you got.

“I’ve been thinking,” you say, gaze flickering to cregans face in uncertainty. he hums, waiting for you to continue. “and it would greatly please me to have your company on the morrow. Whilst I see Silverwing.”

cregan keeps his gaze trained ahead, and you can almost see the gears in his head moving. he speaks, tone not with malice — only interrogative. “You would have me face the she-dragon?”

“Not face, my love. Only… greet.” you see the upward tug of cregans lips that tell you he doesn’t think that much of a difference.

you exhale through your nose, a twinge of annoyance seeping through you. though you can’t blame his hesitance (most men cower at the sight of dragons), you can’t help but feel like as he denies silverwing, he denies you. doesn’t he know you are one and the same?

“I only meant,” cregan says, “that dragons are… formidable creatures.” he’s careful with his words, he knows you view silverwing as an extension of yourself. “To displease a dragon is an err only men now with the gods have made.”

“Silverwing is most temperamental, and you would be safe in my company.” you assure, and you truly mean it. on dragonstone, silverwing is regarded as the gentlest of them all. “I only wish as I embrace Northern culture that you familiarize with mine own.”

cregan hums, knowing you have the right of this situation. marriage is about compromise, and you’ve been steadfast in your assimilation of his culture. you were married in the sight of his gods, you moved to his home, left your family… cregan is aware of the sacrifices you’ve made, indeed. he will meet you in the middle.

“On the morrow, then.”

out of his peripheral, he can see the instant smile that spreads on your face. it tugs on his (thought to be cold) heartstrings, and once you stop at the heavy wooden door, you stand on your tip-toes — pressing a kiss to his cheek. he bends to aid you.

it’s safe to say when morn comes, your mood is most chipper.

you and cregan had decided to do your dragon-embracing in the early morning, hours away from meetings or duties, time carved out where you can simply be. be with one another, silverwing, and if cregan is lucky, the gods. you can almost hear the silent prayers echoing from his mind as you make your way up the hill and to your dragons home.

you register the uncertainty in his gaze, and how his eyes flicker around the stone walls of the cavern entrance. you know you ask much, for him to saunter into the dragons den, but you’re grateful for his effort. excitement bubbles in your stomach at the prospect of seeing your dragon, and introducing her to the one you love.

you’ve not gone far in when you decide to halt (for cregans sake), you’re far enough in to be blocked by the wind, but close enough to the exit to soothe cregans nerves. cregans more than happy to allow you to take the lead, paying attention to your every move. you send him a smile, he attempts to return it.

you dislodge from cregans side, stepping forward as to be the first one silverwing sees. you have brought in tow a stranger, after all.

“Naejot Māzīs, Gēltīkun.” come forth, silverwing.

seconds pass, before you hear a low rumbling, accompanied by the sound of rocks moving — and the sound of something moving. something big.

cregan looks around, waiting to see her emerge, but he underestimates the dragons’ ability to cling to the shadows. had it already seen him, before he even knew it was there?

before he can finish his thoughts of curiosity about the stealth of dragons, the head of one slowly reveals itself, moving into the light, and cregan swallows. her gaze flickers to him only briefly, registering him in the least possible amount, before returning to & staying on you. you reach a hand up and out to her, and she lowers her head to you. cregan sees the brief close of her eyes, one touch from you being all it takes. targaryens, he thinks. targaryens indeed.

you step to silverwing, moving to run your hand from her nose up the expanse of her cheek, and cregan sees her lower her head almost fully to the ground. a part of him almost finds it cute. her lips split as a low rumble escapes her mouth, unlike the noises cregan hears her emit when you both are in the skies. even though cregan knows as much about dragons as you do about the witches of asshai, he would venture as far to say it didn’t sound like a displeased growl. more of an unsure-curiosity-filled-question-mark. still, you don’t take any chances.

“Lykirī.” you mutter, be calm. “Ziry iksos daor se qrinuntys, mērī issa valzȳrys.” he is not the enemy, only my husband.

steam blows from her nostrils in an almost sigh, lighter-toned noises echoing from her throat when you finish speaking. she makes you smile, hands still pressed against the hot, scaled skin of the dragon you share a soul with.

cregan knows not what you said in your ancient tongue, but it seems more than efficient in guiding silverwing toward the acceptance of cregans presence. she is cool-tempered, as you said. he remembers what feels like so long ago that he encountered your brother jacaerys’s dragon, vermax. an ill-tempered beast, he was — cregan would say. though he can’t blame it all on vermax entirely, dragons don’t like the cold.

once you’ve roamed your hands across silverwings neck, drinking her in, you beckon him over. “Come, Cregan.”

you could have went to him and came back to silverwing, but truthfully, you challenge him in a silent test of bravery. will he trust you, as you’ve trusted him?

cregans gaze moves from you, to your dragon — where it stays. he’s cautious, but you can’t fault him for that, and he eventually begins to step forward.

silverwing keeps her gaze trained on cregan, keeping herself unusually still as he approaches. you can’t claim to know the heart of a dragon, but your intuition tells you it’s her gentle nature — she doesn’t want to scare him. you amuse yourself with the thought of meleys or vermax in silverwings current place. meleys’ intimidating horns moving as she tilts her head to the side, challenging anyone to step forward (that isn’t rhaenys), or the light snap of vermax’s jaws as he enjoys toying with the man, watching them jump back from the prospect of his teeth.

when he’s a breath away from her, you decide to take pity, and move from silverwings side. now it is you and cregan, looking into her eyes in a silent understanding.

you slide your hand over his own, and move it up to touch her snout. she could pull away, or leave you a widow, but she doesn’t. she even moves a hair forward, nudging herself into cregans hand. the surprise in his face is palpable.

“She’s warm.” he says.

you nod. “In more ways than one, yes.”

you stand there for minutes, cregan lightly stroking silverwing, and her enjoying the attention. only when cregan himself removes his hand do you pull away.

“As much as I have… thoroughly enjoyed this,” he says, looking at silverwing as if she can speak english. “I think I’ve exercised bravery more than enough, this morn. Winterfell awaits.”

you sigh at the prospect of leaving your dragon and facing your duties. “That it does.”

cregan looks at you, secretly admiring your features. it is one thing to cautiously approach a dragon, and make it out alive. it’s another to slide on its back, and a different thing entirely to speak its language. he can’t deny the certain aura he feels, gazing at your silvery-hair, knowing you share the feature with all of your ancestors.

“Will you join me, or should I expect to return alone, cold and wifeless?” he asks, a smirk breaking its way through his usually-hardened exterior in light of his sarcasm. it makes you smile, so it was well worth it.

“Freezing and lonely, for now.” you say, brushing your cloak aside to show him a glint of your riding attire. the sight of it only etched love in cregans pupils as he reaches out for you, and connects his lips to yours. the kiss is briefer than you both would have liked, but duty unfortunately calls. once you break apart, he looks at silverwing, and with a quick nod of his head, turns to exit the den he’s grown to appreciate.

cregans approaching winterfells gates when he hears the whoosh of wings, and looks up just in time to see a familiar pair fly over him & winterfells walls. the men around him duck, your laugh and silverwings screech intertwining into a euphony fit only for the gods to hear — and as cregan watches you dance with the clouds, he remembers the feeling of dragon-scaled warmth under his palm.

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